Post by alyadmirer on Aug 12, 2016 22:27:18 GMT
Immediately capturing the imagination of FAWNatics like few tag teams in the organization’s history, the leggy newcomers have the crowd in an frenetic state. Veritable rookies with belts. The chance seems to have intrigued the crowd. As the music of the phenoms hits, the restless rumble of the assembled grows louder, particularly when the lights dim and the FAWNtron blinks from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side of the Tron, another set does the same and, as they meet, the lines of the limbs swirl into a cursive font that emerges and settles into ‘Leggs, Inc.’.
Pink pyro shoots in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring in full-throated jubilation. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters and Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ emerges from the arena speakers. Quickly behind, the tag title challengers arrive on cue. One has tawny skin with long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane. The duo glaringly shares in one incredible characteristic.
"HOT LEGS":
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
Oh those legs. The FAWNtron and the team’s anthem haven’t been used in vain. The two tall drinks of water have lower limbs to die for and neither set will cease. As they move to the middle of the stage, each turns to the other and glides her hands over the length of the other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each ending with a cheeky pinch that draws a wide grin from the other beautiful creature and a roar of approval from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the crowd gives the women a loud welcome as the duo step down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Blonde and brunette each move to the barriers on either side of the aisle and send a hand through the raised counterparts of the delighted FAWNatics, the mob chanting “LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
A wide grin emerges on each beaming face and, as they reach the ring, the slender Amazons again take a moment to run their hands down from thighs to ankles of their partner’s moneymakers.
The blonde is clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) that is unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra, multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks that ride exceedingly high to accentuate even further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette is in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear is parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair is in striking white, including white boots and pads to her sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes their way up the steps and move to the middle of the ring, the announcer breaking into the captivating display.
“Tonight’s next match will be one fall with a 30-minute time limit and will be for the FAWN Tag Team championships. Weighing a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”…MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS” STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
MARIEL MCGINTY:
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
The crowd rewards the hypnotizing twosome with an ovation that only loses its pop when the throng loses its concentration as each woman moves halfway through the ropes and tarries, blonde and brunette looking each other up and down, showing off glorious side views of their long, lean gams before swinging the other through and treating the FAWNatics to some much appreciated cheesecake.
Each slinks out of her hoodie, showing off the rest that God gave her, and tosses her jacket to a FAWN flunky. Leggs, Inc. moves to their corner, ready to await their next targets, the domineering and fearsome champions.
The FAWNatics continue to shower the leggy hotties with cheers and adulation, but their ruckus is soon interrupted by a stomp-stomp-clap rhythm, though not one of the FAWNatics’ making. Soon after comes the voices of Iggy Azalea...
“HEAVY CROWN”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f8_hp7Nc6I
“And now,” the announcer resumes, “introducing the champions...”
Those words send the crowd into raucous jeers.
“At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-seven pounds… Representing the Black Court, Ashley Locke, Pandora and Adrianna Papadopolous... they are... THE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!! ”
The curtains part, and that serves as more than enough of a cue for the audience to lose their collective sh!t. And out step three physical specimens, who together form possibly the most imposing trio FAWN has ever seen.
PANDORA
Pandora’s age is a hard thing to guess just by appearances, but she’d likely be carded at the Arena bar. And while there aren’t many women on the roster that can make the likes of Maggie Connor, Becky Clayton and Roxie freakin’ McCrimmon look like lightweights, she would certainly qualify. She stands just south of 6 feet tall and more than pleasingly fills out her white bikini top. The lights seem to dance off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth stomach. And her taut undercarriage is sheathed in a matching set of bikini bottoms, with three aqua buttons befitting her Miami roots leading toward tied off stretches of fabric that extend halfway down her thighs.
And when your legs never end, that’s a LOOOONG way.
ASHLEY LOCKE
To her right stands the former Goddess of Love. But with that moniker now relegated to history, Ashley Locke remains an Amazon, a statuesque blonde probably right at six feet with her boots and a good two thirds of that is probably leg. Said gams are exquisitely sculpted and look downright dangerous, as do her shoulders, abdominals and chest, the latter armored in a orangish-red leather bikini top decorated with an intricate pattern of small metal studs. Her bottoms match the top, as do her pads and boots, though the pads are basic lycra and lack any sort of adornment. A detail for the discerning eye, the outer edge of each boot is adorned with a the stylized head and shoulders of a black horse.
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS
To Pandora’s left is FAWN’s certified Greek Goddess, Adrianna Papadopolous. It’s immediately clear Adrianna regards the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her time off among the immortals, like a deity gazing down from the heights. Her subjects stare, momentarily slack-jawed at the Greek beauty, Addy in a black version of her original attire, only appropriate for a member of Emily West’s Black Court, the organization no doubt buoyed by her return.
Pappy adjusts her revealing bikini top, while the accompanying short, black, pleated skirt gives the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of the familiarly-hued blue panties still remaining beneath. Her elbow-pads and boots have gotten the Court treatment as well, going basic black.
With all three dressed for battle, combined with their introduction, both the challengers and the crowd look a little on edge. Any combination of these three beauties posed a tall order. Which alignment of heavenly bodies would go into battle against them?
There is perhaps one clue: Ashley and Pandora carry the straps over their shoulders.
Pandora approaches the ring, her hindquarters perhaps not possessing quite the same degree of bootyliciousness as her former stablemate LaKeisha Bates—few do—but her hips make up for it with extra sass. The Three stop at the end of the aisle, and as Ellie Goulding’s voice replaces Iggy’s, Locke and Pandora slowly raise their title belts into the air, each with one hand...
“This heavy crown
You can't always please the crowd
But I am still not bowing down
This heavy crown
It comes and goes around
And when it's time, I'll pass it proud..."
Just as the last line begins, the Greek Goddess and the Goddess of Love violently pull their belts back down, toward their abdomens.
“But bytch I got it now!”
The champions fan out--Pandora remaining in front of the ramp, while Ashley drifts to the right side of the ring and Pappy to the left. The Three then each climb onto the apron, leaving only the ropes behind McGinty and Stipanovic--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should they feel like running back to the locker room before the Three arranged their passage to the nearest trauma center.
Panny, Pappy and Locke each thread one luscious leg through the ropes and into the ring... but then, the Goddess of Love withdraws hers. As Pandora and Adrianna enter the ring, Ashley descends to the floor. After a few moments of discussion, the Beach Goddess withdraws to the apron, leaving the Papadopoulos in the ring to start the match.
And it soon becomes evident it will be brunette versus brunette to start this title tilt, Mariel folding her way through the ropes and leaving Valerie to take on the curvy Greek. Showing no concern for the reigning champ, Stipanovic moves to the middle of the ring. The slender, near six-footer spreads her legs slightly and raises her arms high above her head. 'Stems' starts to clap and the crowd joins along. "Time to bring the Goddess back to earth," Valerie offers calmly, raising her brow and motioning Pappy forward, the ring of the bell making the challenge an official one.
Adrianna arches an eyebrow... but she accepts that invitation, stepping forward and raising her right hand to meet Valerie’s left. Their fingers lace together... but as soon as they do, Pappy abruptly and viciously yanks down on the other brunette’s arm. At the same time, the Greek Goddess pivots her hips, launching a knee toward the pit of Stems’ stomach, hoping to leave the challenger gutted right out of the gate.
And the knee of Papadopolous delves deep into the long, expansive midriff of the newbie. Stems folds around the bony joint, retching and sucking in air. She tries to stagger away from the gutting, but Addy still has her left hand. So the rookie tries to give the Goddess the right as well, in the form of a balled uppercut to the chin.
“And that is the fate of ALL mortals who would command the goouuuuuuuunnnnggghhhh...” Adrianna gets rocked back on her heels by Valerie’s punch, but she manages to keep her grip on the sleek brunette’s left hand. Realizing that as she regains her balance, Pappy gives that arm another massive tug, this time forward. Only then does she break her grasp, raising her right arm in the hopes of taking Stipanovic’s head off with a wicked short arm clothesline.
As long and lean as Val is, she's still able to duck the effort--but not before grabbing that would be scythe as she does. She brings Adrianna's arm with her in the pivot around and behind the Goddess. Using her foe's grip against her, she wraps Addy's limb across the Greek's throat and presses her chest tight to the champ's back. Stipanovic pushes her right boot into the pit of Pappy's right knee and sends her down to the canvas on that knee. Breaking free of the grasp of Addy's twisted arm, Valerie lifts a bionic elbow, ready to show Adrianna the point with a big shot to the crown of the champ's skull.
The Greek Goddess lets out another groan, the challenger’s elbow dropping Pappy from her knees to all fours, shaking away some of the continued ringing in her ears. Back in the champions’ corner, Pandora slips a leg through the ropes, showing some surprisingly early signs of alarm... but she goes no further. Meanwhile, Ashley Locke shouts a few words of... forceful encouragement... toward her fellow Goddess.
But it's McGinty who responds instead. "Keep your trap shut, weak link." The crowd 'oooohs' an oh-no-she-didn' and the leggy blonde turns to the FAWNatics and mouths 'oh yes I did'. Meanwhile, Valerie mounts the Goddess, a standing straddle becoming a ride of her Greek pony. It quickly escalates when Val locks her ankles and brings the crushing power of her scissors to bear on the champ. She leans to the side, trying to take Addy off her base and really work the body scissors up her thighs with both brunettes knocked to the canvas.
The brunettes--one curvy, one not so much--tumble to the right, and from there Valerie rolls over to her back. Almost immediately, Stems’ arms move to slip underneath Adrianna’s, perhaps hoping to add a full nelson to her scissors, but Papadopoulos’ gets those arms wrapped around the challenger’s scissoring thighs before she can. Pressing her soles flat against the canvas, the Greek Goddess pushes up and back with all her strength, attempting to force Valerie’s shoulders flat to the mat.
Pappy manages to stack Val without much trouble. With Stems on her shoulders, she has only a few more seconds to squeeze out something for Papadopolous to remember her by before releasing the scissors and scrambling out of the pinning predicament. Val quickly pushes to her feet, the youngster up before the veteran can follow suit. And with that edge, Valerie lifts a Big Boot where she believes Adrianna's chin is likely to be when the Goddess gets to vertical.
And had Pappy ever actually completely went vertical, she probably would have connected something fierce. But when the Greek Goddess catches a flash of Valerie’s rising leg, Adrianna drops back to all fours, quickly crawling underneath that raised boot. Once she emerges on the other side, Papadopolous rises to her knees and continues to beat a hasty, and utterly unbefitting of a goddess, retreat as she scampers into the Three’s corner, slapping Pandora’s outstretched hand. The former FAWN World champion threads a shapely gam through the ropes... but then points toward Valerie.
“Make sure she stays back,” Panny instructs the ref.
Stipanovic 'psychs' a move toward Pandora, forcing the champ to step back out and complain at the official to do his job. The zebra pleads with Val to cut Panny some slack and Stipanovic shrugs and nods. "You got it, champ," she shouts before turning and striding to the Leggs corner and tagging in her partner, the blonde Amazon from LA herself, the woman who was blowing up FAWN's social media, Mariel 'Legs' McGinty. The long, lean Amazon steps through without a moment's hesitation and starts to circle as Pandora does likewise, for once Panny unable to look down on her foe, even if she still maintains her advantage in mass. It's an advantage that doesn't phase Mariel who steps right up for a collar-and-elbow.
It comes as little surprise when Panny accepts the tie up, and even less of a surprise when, after a couple of seconds of stalemate, the Beach Goddess starts to force the rookie to retreat. To her credit, every inch ceded by McGinty is fiercely defended and most grudgingly surrendered, but before long, Mariel finds her back pressed against the rubber coated steel cables. “Alright, Pandora,” the referee barks. “Break it.”
Instead, Pandora leans in tighter against her prey, forcing the official to start a count. At “FOUR!”, the buxom blonde finally relinquishes the tie-up... but not without a parting gift, her hands striking Mariel’s considerably more modest bosom with a loud ‘THWAP!’ With the sound of the dual slaps still echoing in the air, the Beach Goddess steps back, hands raised in innocence--and an anything but innocent smirk creasing her lips.
The pain on Mariel's face turns sour, inappreciative of Panny's calling card. She nods and circles out of the corner, Pandora joining her until they again meet in a tie-up. It's a repeat as the beachy blonde slowly but surely works McGinty back into a neutral corner. Again the ref calls for the break and again Panny pushes it to 'FOUR' before leveling a backhand chop at the long,lean blonde's bosom. But this time, the rookie skips beneath the swing-and-miss. Mariel spins and shoves Pandora so her spine is against the buckles and she 'lights up' Panny with chops; one, two and three times to her fellow blonde's mountainous chest. After the third, she grabs Pandora by a wrist and tries to whip her toward the opposite corner, ready to follow behind with a big boot to the chin if the champ set herself up nicely.
Panny’s chest might be stinging, but it takes more than that to fully pacify one of the most imposing physical specimens in all of FAWN. The tag champ STARTS to go for a ride, but then slams on the brakes, reversing the intended whip and launching McGinty in a leggy sprint toward the buckles. As Mariel charges by her, a gust of refrigerated arena air passes over her throbbing chest, and it seems to increase the temperature of the Beach Goddess’ blood. Just as soon as the rookie zips past her, Pandora takes off after her, hoping to arrive in the corner no more than an instant after McGinty’s back strikes the buckles, affording the slender blonde as little time try to escape getting buried under an avalanche of voluptuous blonde flesh as possible.
A split-second after the reversal and her race to the corner, Mariel has to know Panny is close behind. But the force of the counter can't be halted and McGinty turns into a vertebrae-rattling collision with the buckles. Wincing from both the impact and the approaching curves, 'Legs' gets BURIED under the leaping Pandora. The champ lands like a tidal wave over the native of LA, the force of the splash only fully showing when Pandora bounces away. A dazed Mariel staggers out, her long legs looking like those of a newborn foal, trying to keep her up, and barely able as she turns in an off-balance fade to the left, toward the Leggs Inc corner.
Immediately, Valerie steps up onto the bottom rope and leans into the ring, stretching out her hand as far as she can. And if Mariel had a little more control of her luscious stems, as long as they are, they *might* have been able to carry her into the corner quickly enough to make the tag. But instead of a straight line, McGinty’s faltering gams force more of a zig zag, which allows Pandora the opportunity to snatch the wrist NOT reaching toward her corner. Setting her feet with a smirk, the buxom blonde sends her foe off with another Irish whip, toward another set of turnbuckles--the ones in the Three’s corner. This time, Panny allows herself just as long as it takes to “tut tut” toward Stems, then sprints after McGinty, ready to deliver another splash. And as she rushes across the ring, Adrianna starts to slip a discreet hand into the waistband of Mariel’s shorts, looking to ensure the rookie isn’t able to roll out of the way.
But after the first enveloping avalanche, the Goddess needn't have bothered. After a second collision with the buckles, the lanky blonde is barely able to keep upright and then pays dearly for her fortitude. Pandora again swamps Mariel, McGinty's height unable to save her as Panny shows she has some lift when necessary. Her copious cleavage THUMPS into the wide baby blues of the rookie and suddenly McGinty is under 'water' again. This time Pandora remains pressed tight, Mariel unable to evacuate. Only when Pandora lets a little slack accumulate does a demolished Mariel leak down the front of Panny's curvy, tanned frame, McGinty puddling at the champ's feet like so many others who'd dreamed of tag gold had over the course of well over a year.
Pappy raises the hand that had provided an all too unnecessary assist to Pandora, and the Beach Goddess promptly gives her five before using her knee to nudge Mariel back to a seated position against the buckles. One tag team champion departs, to be replaced by another, and no sooner is Adrianna in the ring does she turn her back--and her backside--to the woozy, breathless McGinty. Perhaps call it a Divine Combo in this instance, as Papadopolous follows up Pandora’s splash by thrusting her hips back and sending her hindquarters toward giving the challenger’s face a thorough buffeting.
The beatific backside swabs Mariel's face vigorously, McGinty fruitlessly pushing at Adrianna's flanks as she sputters from a faceful of divine booty. The Greek has more than her share of fun at the rookie's expense, pummeling and swiping into the blonde's face and across it. The zebra seems transfixed despite the crowd's boos for him to get Addy off and Papadopolous doesn't stop until the fight drains and her foe's left limp and motionless. Addy dismounts and strolls to the center. "And this," she points to McGinty, "is what you came up with to try and stop us? These are the children of whom we should be afraid?" Addy races forward and delivers a hip check to Mariel's noggin, snapping her head back, the blonde limp after. She slops to a right shoulder and, to her credit, has the sense to try and roll out underneath.
And the referee is quick to provide the overwhelmed McGinty some cover, wrapping an arm around Adrianna’s waist and pulling the brunette out of the corner. Pappy quickly shrugs her way free of his grasp, however, and turns to fix the zebra with a withering glare. “Dare to touch a goddess again,” she snarls, “and perhaps I will leave you with a bloody stump.”
Meanwhile, Mariel’s tumble to her stomach brings the blonde face to face with the third member of the tag team division’s divine trinity. As McGinty’s eyes blink and attempt to focus, Ashley Locke tightwalks the fine line between being loud enough for the dazed youngster to hear her, but NOT so loud that she draws the referee’s attention away from Papadopolous. “Weak link?” the Goddess of Love hisses, reaching out to plunge her fingers into McGinty’s mane and pull the blonde’s throat down across the bottom rope. “Tell me, how weak does THIS feel?”
McGinty flails wildly, her windpipe being collapsed by the Goddess of Love. Paying for her earlier remarks, Mariel's face turns beet red as her air is cut off by Ashley. A growling Locke is enjoying every second of teaching the rookie an important lesson. Only Valerie's unceasing screaming and pointing breaks the former Aphrodite's fun and she releases just before the official turns his head in the direction of the gasping Mariel. Complaining bitterly, Stipanovic demands the ref keep all of The Three at bay. But he can do little when the legal member claims McGinty, drawing the blonde up to her knees. On her haunches, the phenom balls a fist and tries to send it deep into the Greek's olive-skinned midriff.
The punch hits home, drawing a small “guuuph!” of pain from Pappy and a louder, cautiously optimistic cheer from the FAWNatics. Mariel follows up with a second punch that makes a little more solid contact, forces a louder gasp out of Adrianna, and inspires an even more hopeful roar from the crowd. But as the kneeling blonde loads up for a third swing, the vengeful Greek Goddess lashes out with curled fingers and bared talons, raking her nails across McGinty’s eyes and forcing her to turn away, blinded and shrieking in anguish. Papadopolous raises a boot and places it between the challenger’s shoulderblades, pushing the blonde back down toward the bottom rope. Once McGinty arrives there, the curvaceous brunette intends to grab the top rope for balance and set BOTH boots against Mariel’s shoulders, taking her turn forcing the rookie’s windpipe down across the rubber coated steel.
Again, Mariel is helpless as a member of the champs tries to strangle her into a defenseless state. With the mass of the Goddess weighing down on her neck, the tightness of the rope against her throat is worse than before. The blonde's arms waggle wildly as Valerie shrieks at the official to break things up. The man wraps his arms around Pappy, tempting fate, and hustles Addy off. But as soon as he does, Ashley takes up the cause again, the crowd booing relentlessly. Stipanovic can take no more. The leggy brunette bends through the ropes and races toward her partner, hoping to shoot a boot through the strands and end Locke's felonious assault with a kick to the face.
As impressive as Stipanovic’s stems are, they’re not quite fast enough. An incensed Adrianna Papadopolous grabs the official by both shoulders, spinning the man around and shoving him into Valerie’s path, forcing the lithe brunette to switch gears from decapitating Ashley to preventing herself from running over the zebra. Each grabs the other as Stems skids to a halt, the referee now attempting to usher a protesting Valerie back toward her corner. But even though he may no longer be watching, Locke still releases her stranglehold, raising her hands as Pappy snatches a handful of matted blonde locks and starts pulling Mariel up to her feet.
With Stems and the ref still engaged in a heated discussion, Pandora threads a leg through the ropes and enters the ring. Meanwhile, Adrianna manages to get McGinty back to some semblance of verticality, the youngster facing her considerably more curvaceous blonde counterpart. As Locke sends her palms toward one another with a loud clap, approximating a tag, Panny and Pappy each start to slip their arms around Mariel’s hips, the champions looking to join in a warm embrace--albeit one with Legs caught directly between them.
Mariel's discovery of how unrelenting and innovative The Three can be in the use of their powers of destruction grows. The curvy blonde and brunette sandwich her body between them. Already breathless from The Three's work on the ropes, McGinty tries to protest to the official. But as he works to clear Valerie out of the ring, the complaint turns into nothing more than an exhale as Pandora and Adrianna work like a pneumatic press with the rookie caught between. Bearhugging each other, it seems to become a contest between the partners to see not only if they can leave the faltering Mariel without a hint of oxygen but to also see if one can cause the other to show a hint of trepidation at the embrace the other puts on her partner.
Finally, the referee gets an exasperated Stems back into the challengers’ corner. Turning back to the breathtaking double team going on in the ring, he marches over and demands a break of the dual bearhugs. Shockingly, Panny and Pappy comply without a single word of protest, the Greek Goddess turning away to slip through the ropes. A considerable number of FAWNatics protest that Pandora should NOT be the legal woman in the ring, but the referee allows her to stay as she wraps an arm around Mariel’s neck. Grabbing a handful of the leggy blonde’s waistband, the Beach Goddess pops her hips and starts to muscle Legs airborne--and having taken McGinty’s breath away, Pandora hopes to take the FAWNatics’ breath away with how long she can hold her foe aloft before executing her jackhammer.
DELAYED JACKHAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sM4i2yz9-8 but with a stall
With disturbing ease, Pandora launches the near six-footer high into the sky. But the power it takes to launch is not nearly what it takes to stall the rookie, heels over head on a shoulder and hold...and hold...and hold. The FAWNatics start to buzz as the curvy beach blonde keeps her jackhammer high for five, ten, fifteen seconds before finally rotating and PLANTING McGinty into the deck with enough force the lanky blonde bounces off the deck an inch. When Mariel settles, Panny does likewise in a cross body pin atop her, not bothering to hook a leg on the splayed and broken McGinty for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOO!
Mariel shifts a shoulder an inch or two off the deck to the great relief of her partner and the joy of the crowd. But how long could either last.
Sitting up beside her foe, Pandora regards the valiant if shellshocked McGinty with an expression which contains considerably more pity than annoyance. Reaching down a hand, the Beach Goddess gives one of Mariel’s cheeks a condescending pinch. “Aren’t you just ADORABLE?” she asks, before rising and backpedaling into the near ropes. Allowing the cables to propel her back toward the splattered McGinty, Panny performs a small hop before laying out, hoping to drop her belly across Mariel’s mug with one of her signature Tummy Tuck splashes.
It might have been due to Mariel not doing her homework but more likely has to do with her blasted state when the desperate McGinty rolls her knees up to gut the airborne Pandora. Unfortunately for the newbie and the fans, Panny is going characteristically higher and the counter is a useless one. Instead, Pandora's tanned tummy SPLASHES down across McGinty's features, Mariel realizing too late as her vision is swallowed up by Panny's navel and the flat abdomen around it. The leggy Amazon's stems spasm in the air and fall flat to the mat. McGinty remains motionless beneath Pandora's breathtaking belly and she gets the...
ONE...
TWO...
... before a boot from an entering Valerie into the base of the curvy blonde's lower spine breaks the count.
The Beach Goddess spills off of McGinty, grimacing and reaching a hand to her lower back. Fortunately for her, however, the referee intercedes before Stipanovic can try to press her advantage. Even more fortunate for Pandora, Stems sees the wisdom of getting back to her corner as quickly as possible, so that she can be there if and when Mariel is able to reach her, and she barely protests as the official turns her back to her corner...
... and also turns Valerie’s back to the incoming Adrianna Papadopolous. The Greek Goddess catches the more streamlined brunette with a forearm smash to the back, stunning Stems as Pappy grabs a handful of waistband and sportsbra. “HEY!” the ref barks. “BACK TO YOUR CORNER!” But instead, Adrianna charges with the challenger toward the Leggs. Inc corner, aiming to toss her through the ropes and to the floor. Meanwhile, behind this action, Pandora starts to settle into a reverse straddle of Mariel’s features, hoping to subject the battered blonde to at least a little bit of time in Pandora’s Box, without having to worry about the official counting a pin or checking her consciousness.
Adrianna treats the rookie like the bum The Three consider the newbies to be, rushing her to the sidelines and flinging the leggy brunette through the ropes. Valerie crashes to the floor below, ending in a jumble. The Goddess brushes her hands together then pops them over her head, acceding to the official's wishes. With Stipanovic tossed, Pappy gives the man a lecture on how what she did is what he should have done. While she instructs, Pandora waggles her booty atop the face of McGinty, getting as tight a seal as she can manage with her Box. Mariel flails, between useless shoves of Panny's thighs. "This is what makes for a flash in the pan these days? Sad." Pandora informs over the muffled yelps of McGinty.
Finally, Adrianna concludes her lesson in official etiquette, turning and retreating toward her corner. Down on the floor, Ashley Locke waits to ensure that the referee’s attention follows the voluptuous brunette, and once it does she circles around the ring to the puddled form of Valerie Stipanovic. STILL muttering under her breath about being called the weak link, the Goddess of Love stalks over to Stems, pulling the lithe brunette up to her feet before dipping a shoulder and threading an arm through Val’s shapely thighs. “I think you’ve interrupted my friends enough,” Ashley hisses before attempting to muscle Stipanovic up onto her shoulders--and if she could get her there, Locke’s Love at First Sight would surely ensure that Valerie didn’t interject herself again for the rest of the night.
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6q-7JwUo8jk
While this is transpiring on the outside, inside the ring the referee dives into position to check Mariel--and Pandora takes deliberate care to wait until the official begins his slide to rise majestically to her full height. Smiling brightly as the crowd reigns boos down upon her, the curvaceous blonde grabs one of McGinty’s wrists and her corresponding ankle, dragging the blonde to line her up properly with the Three’s corner. Once satisfied with the challenger’s positioning, the Beach Goddess turns and tags Adrianna, who then begins to scale her way to the top turnbuckle. As big and as powerful as Pappy might be, the Greek Goddess is more than ready to remind the crowd that she is also QUITE capable of bringing down Fire From Olympus with her frog splash...
Locke lifts the already dazed Valerie off her feet and onto and across her shoulders. The crowd pleads for the former Aphrodite to show the mortal mercy, but instead she flips Stipanovic off her left and drops to a seat on the barely padded cement, PLANTING 'Stems' in chest and face-first, leaving little doubt the tawny-skinned brunette's night is over, her body spasming next to a seated and grinning Ashley. Inside, Mariel is led to the slaughter for the Greek Goddess, placed there by Pandora. The busty divinity soars high into the sky, pumping her frame into a tight ball before spreading out on her descent and CRASHING across the open midriff of the greasy-faced rookie. The crowd groans at the sight and at the concerning ease with which The Three are dispatching the widely heralded rookies. Apparently collecting the undivided attention of the champs has honed them to a fine edge tonight.
Rising to her knees, Papadopolous plants a singular palm atop Mariel’s bosom, scoring the...
ONE...
TWO...
... but STILL, enough spirit remains in the youngster to swing a balled fist into the air, slinging an all but limp arm across her sternum--and raising her shoulder enough to break the count. Adrianna doesn’t look concerned, however, even though she does move to her corner and slap the outstretched hand of Pandora. Only instead of leaving the ring, Pappy turns back to McGinty, gathering a handful of hair and tugging the woozy blonde up to her feet.
As the Beach Goddess saunters up alongside her, Pappy pushes down against the rookie’s back, doubling McGinty over before the champions reach underneath her and each claim an arm. Crossing them in front of Mariel’s abdomen, Adrianna and Pandora each bring one arm to reach across McGinty’s vaunted thighs. With each goddess pulling on an arm and claiming a leg in their position, blonde and brunette appear ready to hoist Mariel onto their shoulders, and to lay waist to Leggs, Inc.’s challenge with their unholy Trinity.
TRINITY @4:28:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpmNbsXWCNU
With dual pumphandles on the leggy blonde Amazon, the champs dip slightly and LAUNCH the demolished McGinty HIGH into the air with a forward flip they use to pop Mariel on the their shoulders. The fear in the baby blues of the rookie is evident and well-deserved, particularly when Pandora and Adrianna press her higher still and proceed to SLAM her into the deck in a divine exclamation point of domination. Panny and Pappy stare down at the starfished and unconscious Mariel, Pandora remarking "Now there's the Gladiatrix cover you should have got, bytch." Mockingly, she pins McGinty's legs to the canvas instead of her shoulders, but any cover is for show and she easily gets the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer informs a dejected audience, “your winners, by pinfall... and STILL FAWN Tag Team Champions... THE THHHRRREEE!!!!!”
Ashley Locke slips into the ring, a gold belt slung across each shoulder. She passes one belt to Adrianna and the other to Pandora, before letting her gaze fall to the splattered blonde and the Three’s feet. Glancing up to flash the Beach Goddess a smirk, Locke purrs, “I don’t see why you two should have ALL the fun tonight...”
“Please,” Panny grins, “be my guest.”
Pappy adds a wordless nod before she and Pandora pull Mariel up to a seated position, the rookie’s legs left open in a loose ‘V’... which Ashley quickly takes a seat between. Scooting forward, the Goddess of Love slips the own mouthwatering stems around McGinty’s waist. Showing that she, too, knows how to use what she’s got, Locke crosses her ankles behind the youngster’s back and begins to squeeze, increasing the pressure until Mariel starts to offer a few drowsy moans. Slipping her hands into McGinty’s matted locks, Ashley tilts her head so that the rookie’s slowly blinking eyes meet her gaze. “Got any big talk NOW?” the woman formerly known as Aphrodite asks, her fingers itching to shove Mariel’s face into her cleavage... but, for now, she waits.
"Uhhhmmph." The pain in her ribs rousing her, Mariel struggles to regain her bearings and it takes a second or two to process Locke's words. "Go to helMMPPPH." McGinty's insolence is swallowed up by Locke's less sizable but no more manageable cleavage. With Ashley adding the taut scissors, the challenger's arms grow rubbery in a few short seconds of being encased. The last effort before collapse is for Mariel to tap weakly on the thigh of the Goddess of Love.
Ashley keeps Mariel’s features nuzzling within her bosom for a few seconds after the last pat on her flexing leg, just to be sure. When she eventually does show mercy, Locke brings her hands to McGinty’s shoulders, and sends the rookie flopping to her back with a gentle push. Relinquishing her scissors, Ashley picks herself up, and plants her heel atop Mariel’s navel as Panny and Pappy each set a boot upon one of the youngster’s breasts. The Goddess of Love takes her partners’ wrists, and raises each woman’s arm in triumph, Adrianna and Pandora holding their belts aloft in their other hand, their grips on those trophies seeming more ironclad with each defense.
Pink pyro shoots in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring in full-throated jubilation. The last blast of fireworks flies toward the rafters and Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ emerges from the arena speakers. Quickly behind, the tag title challengers arrive on cue. One has tawny skin with long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane. The duo glaringly shares in one incredible characteristic.
"HOT LEGS":
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM
Oh those legs. The FAWNtron and the team’s anthem haven’t been used in vain. The two tall drinks of water have lower limbs to die for and neither set will cease. As they move to the middle of the stage, each turns to the other and glides her hands over the length of the other’s stupendous stems. By the time each is done, their pert cheeks are pointed high. Up the hands trail, making the long return trip, each ending with a cheeky pinch that draws a wide grin from the other beautiful creature and a roar of approval from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the crowd gives the women a loud welcome as the duo step down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Blonde and brunette each move to the barriers on either side of the aisle and send a hand through the raised counterparts of the delighted FAWNatics, the mob chanting “LEGS…LEGS…LEGS”.
A wide grin emerges on each beaming face and, as they reach the ring, the slender Amazons again take a moment to run their hands down from thighs to ankles of their partner’s moneymakers.
The blonde is clad in a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) that is unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s pink sports bra, multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her pink boy-cut trunks that ride exceedingly high to accentuate even further the incredible gams on the rookie. Pink boots and black pads finish the slight attire.
Next to her, the brunette is in a similar hoodie. The rest of her gear is parallel in style though the more tanned of the pair is in striking white, including white boots and pads to her sports bra and ‘barely there’ shorts.
With each set of legs well-inspected, the glowing duo makes their way up the steps and move to the middle of the ring, the announcer breaking into the captivating display.
“Tonight’s next match will be one fall with a 30-minute time limit and will be for the FAWN Tag Team championships. Weighing a combined 255 pounds…from Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California respectively…MARIEL…”LEGS”…MCGINTY and VALERIE “STEMS” STIPANOVIC…ladies and most assuredly gentlemen…LEGGS INCORPORATED.”
MARIEL MCGINTY:
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
The crowd rewards the hypnotizing twosome with an ovation that only loses its pop when the throng loses its concentration as each woman moves halfway through the ropes and tarries, blonde and brunette looking each other up and down, showing off glorious side views of their long, lean gams before swinging the other through and treating the FAWNatics to some much appreciated cheesecake.
Each slinks out of her hoodie, showing off the rest that God gave her, and tosses her jacket to a FAWN flunky. Leggs, Inc. moves to their corner, ready to await their next targets, the domineering and fearsome champions.
The FAWNatics continue to shower the leggy hotties with cheers and adulation, but their ruckus is soon interrupted by a stomp-stomp-clap rhythm, though not one of the FAWNatics’ making. Soon after comes the voices of Iggy Azalea...
“HEAVY CROWN”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f8_hp7Nc6I
“And now,” the announcer resumes, “introducing the champions...”
Those words send the crowd into raucous jeers.
“At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-seven pounds… Representing the Black Court, Ashley Locke, Pandora and Adrianna Papadopolous... they are... THE THHHRRREEEEEE!!!!! ”
The curtains part, and that serves as more than enough of a cue for the audience to lose their collective sh!t. And out step three physical specimens, who together form possibly the most imposing trio FAWN has ever seen.
PANDORA
Pandora’s age is a hard thing to guess just by appearances, but she’d likely be carded at the Arena bar. And while there aren’t many women on the roster that can make the likes of Maggie Connor, Becky Clayton and Roxie freakin’ McCrimmon look like lightweights, she would certainly qualify. She stands just south of 6 feet tall and more than pleasingly fills out her white bikini top. The lights seem to dance off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth stomach. And her taut undercarriage is sheathed in a matching set of bikini bottoms, with three aqua buttons befitting her Miami roots leading toward tied off stretches of fabric that extend halfway down her thighs.
And when your legs never end, that’s a LOOOONG way.
ASHLEY LOCKE
To her right stands the former Goddess of Love. But with that moniker now relegated to history, Ashley Locke remains an Amazon, a statuesque blonde probably right at six feet with her boots and a good two thirds of that is probably leg. Said gams are exquisitely sculpted and look downright dangerous, as do her shoulders, abdominals and chest, the latter armored in a orangish-red leather bikini top decorated with an intricate pattern of small metal studs. Her bottoms match the top, as do her pads and boots, though the pads are basic lycra and lack any sort of adornment. A detail for the discerning eye, the outer edge of each boot is adorned with a the stylized head and shoulders of a black horse.
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS
To Pandora’s left is FAWN’s certified Greek Goddess, Adrianna Papadopolous. It’s immediately clear Adrianna regards the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her time off among the immortals, like a deity gazing down from the heights. Her subjects stare, momentarily slack-jawed at the Greek beauty, Addy in a black version of her original attire, only appropriate for a member of Emily West’s Black Court, the organization no doubt buoyed by her return.
Pappy adjusts her revealing bikini top, while the accompanying short, black, pleated skirt gives the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of the familiarly-hued blue panties still remaining beneath. Her elbow-pads and boots have gotten the Court treatment as well, going basic black.
With all three dressed for battle, combined with their introduction, both the challengers and the crowd look a little on edge. Any combination of these three beauties posed a tall order. Which alignment of heavenly bodies would go into battle against them?
There is perhaps one clue: Ashley and Pandora carry the straps over their shoulders.
Pandora approaches the ring, her hindquarters perhaps not possessing quite the same degree of bootyliciousness as her former stablemate LaKeisha Bates—few do—but her hips make up for it with extra sass. The Three stop at the end of the aisle, and as Ellie Goulding’s voice replaces Iggy’s, Locke and Pandora slowly raise their title belts into the air, each with one hand...
“This heavy crown
You can't always please the crowd
But I am still not bowing down
This heavy crown
It comes and goes around
And when it's time, I'll pass it proud..."
Just as the last line begins, the Greek Goddess and the Goddess of Love violently pull their belts back down, toward their abdomens.
“But bytch I got it now!”
The champions fan out--Pandora remaining in front of the ramp, while Ashley drifts to the right side of the ring and Pappy to the left. The Three then each climb onto the apron, leaving only the ropes behind McGinty and Stipanovic--the ones FURTHEST from the aisle--free and clear, should they feel like running back to the locker room before the Three arranged their passage to the nearest trauma center.
Panny, Pappy and Locke each thread one luscious leg through the ropes and into the ring... but then, the Goddess of Love withdraws hers. As Pandora and Adrianna enter the ring, Ashley descends to the floor. After a few moments of discussion, the Beach Goddess withdraws to the apron, leaving the Papadopoulos in the ring to start the match.
And it soon becomes evident it will be brunette versus brunette to start this title tilt, Mariel folding her way through the ropes and leaving Valerie to take on the curvy Greek. Showing no concern for the reigning champ, Stipanovic moves to the middle of the ring. The slender, near six-footer spreads her legs slightly and raises her arms high above her head. 'Stems' starts to clap and the crowd joins along. "Time to bring the Goddess back to earth," Valerie offers calmly, raising her brow and motioning Pappy forward, the ring of the bell making the challenge an official one.
Adrianna arches an eyebrow... but she accepts that invitation, stepping forward and raising her right hand to meet Valerie’s left. Their fingers lace together... but as soon as they do, Pappy abruptly and viciously yanks down on the other brunette’s arm. At the same time, the Greek Goddess pivots her hips, launching a knee toward the pit of Stems’ stomach, hoping to leave the challenger gutted right out of the gate.
And the knee of Papadopolous delves deep into the long, expansive midriff of the newbie. Stems folds around the bony joint, retching and sucking in air. She tries to stagger away from the gutting, but Addy still has her left hand. So the rookie tries to give the Goddess the right as well, in the form of a balled uppercut to the chin.
“And that is the fate of ALL mortals who would command the goouuuuuuuunnnnggghhhh...” Adrianna gets rocked back on her heels by Valerie’s punch, but she manages to keep her grip on the sleek brunette’s left hand. Realizing that as she regains her balance, Pappy gives that arm another massive tug, this time forward. Only then does she break her grasp, raising her right arm in the hopes of taking Stipanovic’s head off with a wicked short arm clothesline.
As long and lean as Val is, she's still able to duck the effort--but not before grabbing that would be scythe as she does. She brings Adrianna's arm with her in the pivot around and behind the Goddess. Using her foe's grip against her, she wraps Addy's limb across the Greek's throat and presses her chest tight to the champ's back. Stipanovic pushes her right boot into the pit of Pappy's right knee and sends her down to the canvas on that knee. Breaking free of the grasp of Addy's twisted arm, Valerie lifts a bionic elbow, ready to show Adrianna the point with a big shot to the crown of the champ's skull.
The Greek Goddess lets out another groan, the challenger’s elbow dropping Pappy from her knees to all fours, shaking away some of the continued ringing in her ears. Back in the champions’ corner, Pandora slips a leg through the ropes, showing some surprisingly early signs of alarm... but she goes no further. Meanwhile, Ashley Locke shouts a few words of... forceful encouragement... toward her fellow Goddess.
But it's McGinty who responds instead. "Keep your trap shut, weak link." The crowd 'oooohs' an oh-no-she-didn' and the leggy blonde turns to the FAWNatics and mouths 'oh yes I did'. Meanwhile, Valerie mounts the Goddess, a standing straddle becoming a ride of her Greek pony. It quickly escalates when Val locks her ankles and brings the crushing power of her scissors to bear on the champ. She leans to the side, trying to take Addy off her base and really work the body scissors up her thighs with both brunettes knocked to the canvas.
The brunettes--one curvy, one not so much--tumble to the right, and from there Valerie rolls over to her back. Almost immediately, Stems’ arms move to slip underneath Adrianna’s, perhaps hoping to add a full nelson to her scissors, but Papadopoulos’ gets those arms wrapped around the challenger’s scissoring thighs before she can. Pressing her soles flat against the canvas, the Greek Goddess pushes up and back with all her strength, attempting to force Valerie’s shoulders flat to the mat.
Pappy manages to stack Val without much trouble. With Stems on her shoulders, she has only a few more seconds to squeeze out something for Papadopolous to remember her by before releasing the scissors and scrambling out of the pinning predicament. Val quickly pushes to her feet, the youngster up before the veteran can follow suit. And with that edge, Valerie lifts a Big Boot where she believes Adrianna's chin is likely to be when the Goddess gets to vertical.
And had Pappy ever actually completely went vertical, she probably would have connected something fierce. But when the Greek Goddess catches a flash of Valerie’s rising leg, Adrianna drops back to all fours, quickly crawling underneath that raised boot. Once she emerges on the other side, Papadopolous rises to her knees and continues to beat a hasty, and utterly unbefitting of a goddess, retreat as she scampers into the Three’s corner, slapping Pandora’s outstretched hand. The former FAWN World champion threads a shapely gam through the ropes... but then points toward Valerie.
“Make sure she stays back,” Panny instructs the ref.
Stipanovic 'psychs' a move toward Pandora, forcing the champ to step back out and complain at the official to do his job. The zebra pleads with Val to cut Panny some slack and Stipanovic shrugs and nods. "You got it, champ," she shouts before turning and striding to the Leggs corner and tagging in her partner, the blonde Amazon from LA herself, the woman who was blowing up FAWN's social media, Mariel 'Legs' McGinty. The long, lean Amazon steps through without a moment's hesitation and starts to circle as Pandora does likewise, for once Panny unable to look down on her foe, even if she still maintains her advantage in mass. It's an advantage that doesn't phase Mariel who steps right up for a collar-and-elbow.
It comes as little surprise when Panny accepts the tie up, and even less of a surprise when, after a couple of seconds of stalemate, the Beach Goddess starts to force the rookie to retreat. To her credit, every inch ceded by McGinty is fiercely defended and most grudgingly surrendered, but before long, Mariel finds her back pressed against the rubber coated steel cables. “Alright, Pandora,” the referee barks. “Break it.”
Instead, Pandora leans in tighter against her prey, forcing the official to start a count. At “FOUR!”, the buxom blonde finally relinquishes the tie-up... but not without a parting gift, her hands striking Mariel’s considerably more modest bosom with a loud ‘THWAP!’ With the sound of the dual slaps still echoing in the air, the Beach Goddess steps back, hands raised in innocence--and an anything but innocent smirk creasing her lips.
The pain on Mariel's face turns sour, inappreciative of Panny's calling card. She nods and circles out of the corner, Pandora joining her until they again meet in a tie-up. It's a repeat as the beachy blonde slowly but surely works McGinty back into a neutral corner. Again the ref calls for the break and again Panny pushes it to 'FOUR' before leveling a backhand chop at the long,lean blonde's bosom. But this time, the rookie skips beneath the swing-and-miss. Mariel spins and shoves Pandora so her spine is against the buckles and she 'lights up' Panny with chops; one, two and three times to her fellow blonde's mountainous chest. After the third, she grabs Pandora by a wrist and tries to whip her toward the opposite corner, ready to follow behind with a big boot to the chin if the champ set herself up nicely.
Panny’s chest might be stinging, but it takes more than that to fully pacify one of the most imposing physical specimens in all of FAWN. The tag champ STARTS to go for a ride, but then slams on the brakes, reversing the intended whip and launching McGinty in a leggy sprint toward the buckles. As Mariel charges by her, a gust of refrigerated arena air passes over her throbbing chest, and it seems to increase the temperature of the Beach Goddess’ blood. Just as soon as the rookie zips past her, Pandora takes off after her, hoping to arrive in the corner no more than an instant after McGinty’s back strikes the buckles, affording the slender blonde as little time try to escape getting buried under an avalanche of voluptuous blonde flesh as possible.
A split-second after the reversal and her race to the corner, Mariel has to know Panny is close behind. But the force of the counter can't be halted and McGinty turns into a vertebrae-rattling collision with the buckles. Wincing from both the impact and the approaching curves, 'Legs' gets BURIED under the leaping Pandora. The champ lands like a tidal wave over the native of LA, the force of the splash only fully showing when Pandora bounces away. A dazed Mariel staggers out, her long legs looking like those of a newborn foal, trying to keep her up, and barely able as she turns in an off-balance fade to the left, toward the Leggs Inc corner.
Immediately, Valerie steps up onto the bottom rope and leans into the ring, stretching out her hand as far as she can. And if Mariel had a little more control of her luscious stems, as long as they are, they *might* have been able to carry her into the corner quickly enough to make the tag. But instead of a straight line, McGinty’s faltering gams force more of a zig zag, which allows Pandora the opportunity to snatch the wrist NOT reaching toward her corner. Setting her feet with a smirk, the buxom blonde sends her foe off with another Irish whip, toward another set of turnbuckles--the ones in the Three’s corner. This time, Panny allows herself just as long as it takes to “tut tut” toward Stems, then sprints after McGinty, ready to deliver another splash. And as she rushes across the ring, Adrianna starts to slip a discreet hand into the waistband of Mariel’s shorts, looking to ensure the rookie isn’t able to roll out of the way.
But after the first enveloping avalanche, the Goddess needn't have bothered. After a second collision with the buckles, the lanky blonde is barely able to keep upright and then pays dearly for her fortitude. Pandora again swamps Mariel, McGinty's height unable to save her as Panny shows she has some lift when necessary. Her copious cleavage THUMPS into the wide baby blues of the rookie and suddenly McGinty is under 'water' again. This time Pandora remains pressed tight, Mariel unable to evacuate. Only when Pandora lets a little slack accumulate does a demolished Mariel leak down the front of Panny's curvy, tanned frame, McGinty puddling at the champ's feet like so many others who'd dreamed of tag gold had over the course of well over a year.
Pappy raises the hand that had provided an all too unnecessary assist to Pandora, and the Beach Goddess promptly gives her five before using her knee to nudge Mariel back to a seated position against the buckles. One tag team champion departs, to be replaced by another, and no sooner is Adrianna in the ring does she turn her back--and her backside--to the woozy, breathless McGinty. Perhaps call it a Divine Combo in this instance, as Papadopolous follows up Pandora’s splash by thrusting her hips back and sending her hindquarters toward giving the challenger’s face a thorough buffeting.
The beatific backside swabs Mariel's face vigorously, McGinty fruitlessly pushing at Adrianna's flanks as she sputters from a faceful of divine booty. The Greek has more than her share of fun at the rookie's expense, pummeling and swiping into the blonde's face and across it. The zebra seems transfixed despite the crowd's boos for him to get Addy off and Papadopolous doesn't stop until the fight drains and her foe's left limp and motionless. Addy dismounts and strolls to the center. "And this," she points to McGinty, "is what you came up with to try and stop us? These are the children of whom we should be afraid?" Addy races forward and delivers a hip check to Mariel's noggin, snapping her head back, the blonde limp after. She slops to a right shoulder and, to her credit, has the sense to try and roll out underneath.
And the referee is quick to provide the overwhelmed McGinty some cover, wrapping an arm around Adrianna’s waist and pulling the brunette out of the corner. Pappy quickly shrugs her way free of his grasp, however, and turns to fix the zebra with a withering glare. “Dare to touch a goddess again,” she snarls, “and perhaps I will leave you with a bloody stump.”
Meanwhile, Mariel’s tumble to her stomach brings the blonde face to face with the third member of the tag team division’s divine trinity. As McGinty’s eyes blink and attempt to focus, Ashley Locke tightwalks the fine line between being loud enough for the dazed youngster to hear her, but NOT so loud that she draws the referee’s attention away from Papadopolous. “Weak link?” the Goddess of Love hisses, reaching out to plunge her fingers into McGinty’s mane and pull the blonde’s throat down across the bottom rope. “Tell me, how weak does THIS feel?”
McGinty flails wildly, her windpipe being collapsed by the Goddess of Love. Paying for her earlier remarks, Mariel's face turns beet red as her air is cut off by Ashley. A growling Locke is enjoying every second of teaching the rookie an important lesson. Only Valerie's unceasing screaming and pointing breaks the former Aphrodite's fun and she releases just before the official turns his head in the direction of the gasping Mariel. Complaining bitterly, Stipanovic demands the ref keep all of The Three at bay. But he can do little when the legal member claims McGinty, drawing the blonde up to her knees. On her haunches, the phenom balls a fist and tries to send it deep into the Greek's olive-skinned midriff.
The punch hits home, drawing a small “guuuph!” of pain from Pappy and a louder, cautiously optimistic cheer from the FAWNatics. Mariel follows up with a second punch that makes a little more solid contact, forces a louder gasp out of Adrianna, and inspires an even more hopeful roar from the crowd. But as the kneeling blonde loads up for a third swing, the vengeful Greek Goddess lashes out with curled fingers and bared talons, raking her nails across McGinty’s eyes and forcing her to turn away, blinded and shrieking in anguish. Papadopolous raises a boot and places it between the challenger’s shoulderblades, pushing the blonde back down toward the bottom rope. Once McGinty arrives there, the curvaceous brunette intends to grab the top rope for balance and set BOTH boots against Mariel’s shoulders, taking her turn forcing the rookie’s windpipe down across the rubber coated steel.
Again, Mariel is helpless as a member of the champs tries to strangle her into a defenseless state. With the mass of the Goddess weighing down on her neck, the tightness of the rope against her throat is worse than before. The blonde's arms waggle wildly as Valerie shrieks at the official to break things up. The man wraps his arms around Pappy, tempting fate, and hustles Addy off. But as soon as he does, Ashley takes up the cause again, the crowd booing relentlessly. Stipanovic can take no more. The leggy brunette bends through the ropes and races toward her partner, hoping to shoot a boot through the strands and end Locke's felonious assault with a kick to the face.
As impressive as Stipanovic’s stems are, they’re not quite fast enough. An incensed Adrianna Papadopolous grabs the official by both shoulders, spinning the man around and shoving him into Valerie’s path, forcing the lithe brunette to switch gears from decapitating Ashley to preventing herself from running over the zebra. Each grabs the other as Stems skids to a halt, the referee now attempting to usher a protesting Valerie back toward her corner. But even though he may no longer be watching, Locke still releases her stranglehold, raising her hands as Pappy snatches a handful of matted blonde locks and starts pulling Mariel up to her feet.
With Stems and the ref still engaged in a heated discussion, Pandora threads a leg through the ropes and enters the ring. Meanwhile, Adrianna manages to get McGinty back to some semblance of verticality, the youngster facing her considerably more curvaceous blonde counterpart. As Locke sends her palms toward one another with a loud clap, approximating a tag, Panny and Pappy each start to slip their arms around Mariel’s hips, the champions looking to join in a warm embrace--albeit one with Legs caught directly between them.
Mariel's discovery of how unrelenting and innovative The Three can be in the use of their powers of destruction grows. The curvy blonde and brunette sandwich her body between them. Already breathless from The Three's work on the ropes, McGinty tries to protest to the official. But as he works to clear Valerie out of the ring, the complaint turns into nothing more than an exhale as Pandora and Adrianna work like a pneumatic press with the rookie caught between. Bearhugging each other, it seems to become a contest between the partners to see not only if they can leave the faltering Mariel without a hint of oxygen but to also see if one can cause the other to show a hint of trepidation at the embrace the other puts on her partner.
Finally, the referee gets an exasperated Stems back into the challengers’ corner. Turning back to the breathtaking double team going on in the ring, he marches over and demands a break of the dual bearhugs. Shockingly, Panny and Pappy comply without a single word of protest, the Greek Goddess turning away to slip through the ropes. A considerable number of FAWNatics protest that Pandora should NOT be the legal woman in the ring, but the referee allows her to stay as she wraps an arm around Mariel’s neck. Grabbing a handful of the leggy blonde’s waistband, the Beach Goddess pops her hips and starts to muscle Legs airborne--and having taken McGinty’s breath away, Pandora hopes to take the FAWNatics’ breath away with how long she can hold her foe aloft before executing her jackhammer.
DELAYED JACKHAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sM4i2yz9-8 but with a stall
With disturbing ease, Pandora launches the near six-footer high into the sky. But the power it takes to launch is not nearly what it takes to stall the rookie, heels over head on a shoulder and hold...and hold...and hold. The FAWNatics start to buzz as the curvy beach blonde keeps her jackhammer high for five, ten, fifteen seconds before finally rotating and PLANTING McGinty into the deck with enough force the lanky blonde bounces off the deck an inch. When Mariel settles, Panny does likewise in a cross body pin atop her, not bothering to hook a leg on the splayed and broken McGinty for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOO!
Mariel shifts a shoulder an inch or two off the deck to the great relief of her partner and the joy of the crowd. But how long could either last.
Sitting up beside her foe, Pandora regards the valiant if shellshocked McGinty with an expression which contains considerably more pity than annoyance. Reaching down a hand, the Beach Goddess gives one of Mariel’s cheeks a condescending pinch. “Aren’t you just ADORABLE?” she asks, before rising and backpedaling into the near ropes. Allowing the cables to propel her back toward the splattered McGinty, Panny performs a small hop before laying out, hoping to drop her belly across Mariel’s mug with one of her signature Tummy Tuck splashes.
It might have been due to Mariel not doing her homework but more likely has to do with her blasted state when the desperate McGinty rolls her knees up to gut the airborne Pandora. Unfortunately for the newbie and the fans, Panny is going characteristically higher and the counter is a useless one. Instead, Pandora's tanned tummy SPLASHES down across McGinty's features, Mariel realizing too late as her vision is swallowed up by Panny's navel and the flat abdomen around it. The leggy Amazon's stems spasm in the air and fall flat to the mat. McGinty remains motionless beneath Pandora's breathtaking belly and she gets the...
ONE...
TWO...
... before a boot from an entering Valerie into the base of the curvy blonde's lower spine breaks the count.
The Beach Goddess spills off of McGinty, grimacing and reaching a hand to her lower back. Fortunately for her, however, the referee intercedes before Stipanovic can try to press her advantage. Even more fortunate for Pandora, Stems sees the wisdom of getting back to her corner as quickly as possible, so that she can be there if and when Mariel is able to reach her, and she barely protests as the official turns her back to her corner...
... and also turns Valerie’s back to the incoming Adrianna Papadopolous. The Greek Goddess catches the more streamlined brunette with a forearm smash to the back, stunning Stems as Pappy grabs a handful of waistband and sportsbra. “HEY!” the ref barks. “BACK TO YOUR CORNER!” But instead, Adrianna charges with the challenger toward the Leggs. Inc corner, aiming to toss her through the ropes and to the floor. Meanwhile, behind this action, Pandora starts to settle into a reverse straddle of Mariel’s features, hoping to subject the battered blonde to at least a little bit of time in Pandora’s Box, without having to worry about the official counting a pin or checking her consciousness.
Adrianna treats the rookie like the bum The Three consider the newbies to be, rushing her to the sidelines and flinging the leggy brunette through the ropes. Valerie crashes to the floor below, ending in a jumble. The Goddess brushes her hands together then pops them over her head, acceding to the official's wishes. With Stipanovic tossed, Pappy gives the man a lecture on how what she did is what he should have done. While she instructs, Pandora waggles her booty atop the face of McGinty, getting as tight a seal as she can manage with her Box. Mariel flails, between useless shoves of Panny's thighs. "This is what makes for a flash in the pan these days? Sad." Pandora informs over the muffled yelps of McGinty.
Finally, Adrianna concludes her lesson in official etiquette, turning and retreating toward her corner. Down on the floor, Ashley Locke waits to ensure that the referee’s attention follows the voluptuous brunette, and once it does she circles around the ring to the puddled form of Valerie Stipanovic. STILL muttering under her breath about being called the weak link, the Goddess of Love stalks over to Stems, pulling the lithe brunette up to her feet before dipping a shoulder and threading an arm through Val’s shapely thighs. “I think you’ve interrupted my friends enough,” Ashley hisses before attempting to muscle Stipanovic up onto her shoulders--and if she could get her there, Locke’s Love at First Sight would surely ensure that Valerie didn’t interject herself again for the rest of the night.
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6q-7JwUo8jk
While this is transpiring on the outside, inside the ring the referee dives into position to check Mariel--and Pandora takes deliberate care to wait until the official begins his slide to rise majestically to her full height. Smiling brightly as the crowd reigns boos down upon her, the curvaceous blonde grabs one of McGinty’s wrists and her corresponding ankle, dragging the blonde to line her up properly with the Three’s corner. Once satisfied with the challenger’s positioning, the Beach Goddess turns and tags Adrianna, who then begins to scale her way to the top turnbuckle. As big and as powerful as Pappy might be, the Greek Goddess is more than ready to remind the crowd that she is also QUITE capable of bringing down Fire From Olympus with her frog splash...
Locke lifts the already dazed Valerie off her feet and onto and across her shoulders. The crowd pleads for the former Aphrodite to show the mortal mercy, but instead she flips Stipanovic off her left and drops to a seat on the barely padded cement, PLANTING 'Stems' in chest and face-first, leaving little doubt the tawny-skinned brunette's night is over, her body spasming next to a seated and grinning Ashley. Inside, Mariel is led to the slaughter for the Greek Goddess, placed there by Pandora. The busty divinity soars high into the sky, pumping her frame into a tight ball before spreading out on her descent and CRASHING across the open midriff of the greasy-faced rookie. The crowd groans at the sight and at the concerning ease with which The Three are dispatching the widely heralded rookies. Apparently collecting the undivided attention of the champs has honed them to a fine edge tonight.
Rising to her knees, Papadopolous plants a singular palm atop Mariel’s bosom, scoring the...
ONE...
TWO...
... but STILL, enough spirit remains in the youngster to swing a balled fist into the air, slinging an all but limp arm across her sternum--and raising her shoulder enough to break the count. Adrianna doesn’t look concerned, however, even though she does move to her corner and slap the outstretched hand of Pandora. Only instead of leaving the ring, Pappy turns back to McGinty, gathering a handful of hair and tugging the woozy blonde up to her feet.
As the Beach Goddess saunters up alongside her, Pappy pushes down against the rookie’s back, doubling McGinty over before the champions reach underneath her and each claim an arm. Crossing them in front of Mariel’s abdomen, Adrianna and Pandora each bring one arm to reach across McGinty’s vaunted thighs. With each goddess pulling on an arm and claiming a leg in their position, blonde and brunette appear ready to hoist Mariel onto their shoulders, and to lay waist to Leggs, Inc.’s challenge with their unholy Trinity.
TRINITY @4:28:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpmNbsXWCNU
With dual pumphandles on the leggy blonde Amazon, the champs dip slightly and LAUNCH the demolished McGinty HIGH into the air with a forward flip they use to pop Mariel on the their shoulders. The fear in the baby blues of the rookie is evident and well-deserved, particularly when Pandora and Adrianna press her higher still and proceed to SLAM her into the deck in a divine exclamation point of domination. Panny and Pappy stare down at the starfished and unconscious Mariel, Pandora remarking "Now there's the Gladiatrix cover you should have got, bytch." Mockingly, she pins McGinty's legs to the canvas instead of her shoulders, but any cover is for show and she easily gets the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer informs a dejected audience, “your winners, by pinfall... and STILL FAWN Tag Team Champions... THE THHHRRREEE!!!!!”
Ashley Locke slips into the ring, a gold belt slung across each shoulder. She passes one belt to Adrianna and the other to Pandora, before letting her gaze fall to the splattered blonde and the Three’s feet. Glancing up to flash the Beach Goddess a smirk, Locke purrs, “I don’t see why you two should have ALL the fun tonight...”
“Please,” Panny grins, “be my guest.”
Pappy adds a wordless nod before she and Pandora pull Mariel up to a seated position, the rookie’s legs left open in a loose ‘V’... which Ashley quickly takes a seat between. Scooting forward, the Goddess of Love slips the own mouthwatering stems around McGinty’s waist. Showing that she, too, knows how to use what she’s got, Locke crosses her ankles behind the youngster’s back and begins to squeeze, increasing the pressure until Mariel starts to offer a few drowsy moans. Slipping her hands into McGinty’s matted locks, Ashley tilts her head so that the rookie’s slowly blinking eyes meet her gaze. “Got any big talk NOW?” the woman formerly known as Aphrodite asks, her fingers itching to shove Mariel’s face into her cleavage... but, for now, she waits.
"Uhhhmmph." The pain in her ribs rousing her, Mariel struggles to regain her bearings and it takes a second or two to process Locke's words. "Go to helMMPPPH." McGinty's insolence is swallowed up by Locke's less sizable but no more manageable cleavage. With Ashley adding the taut scissors, the challenger's arms grow rubbery in a few short seconds of being encased. The last effort before collapse is for Mariel to tap weakly on the thigh of the Goddess of Love.
Ashley keeps Mariel’s features nuzzling within her bosom for a few seconds after the last pat on her flexing leg, just to be sure. When she eventually does show mercy, Locke brings her hands to McGinty’s shoulders, and sends the rookie flopping to her back with a gentle push. Relinquishing her scissors, Ashley picks herself up, and plants her heel atop Mariel’s navel as Panny and Pappy each set a boot upon one of the youngster’s breasts. The Goddess of Love takes her partners’ wrists, and raises each woman’s arm in triumph, Adrianna and Pandora holding their belts aloft in their other hand, their grips on those trophies seeming more ironclad with each defense.