Post by bigfan on Oct 21, 2017 23:34:12 GMT
Their role as phenoms nearly ended by a steamroller job from The Three, there’s apparently enough cache remaining in the long-limbed ladies of Leggs that a Mania-opening match against the hottest thing to hit The Jungle in month is a thing. The duo prowl backstage, waiting impatiently for their cue to enter on FAWN’s biggest stage, even if it is to be an appetizer.
As the music of the twosome 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 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM ). The long-limbed lovelies, one with tawny skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, move to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry.
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. Reaching their spot, the partners turn to the other and glide their 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 expedition ending with a cheeky pinch, drawing a wide grin from the other beautiful creature. A massive roar of approval emerges from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the duo step down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Blonde and brunette 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 blossoms 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 20-minute time. 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 duo 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 for the arrival of their opponents.
To allow the crowds to react they break apart, making separate journeys down to the ring.
Very separate in fact, the taller partner, identified in the team’s previous appearances as Harriet Larkin, was storming forwards, speeding up to a jog and then full sprinting at the ring. She slid smoothly under the bottom rope and took a few long, fast and threatening steps towards the slightly defensive looking Leggs, before stopping short and flashing a shark-like smile instead.
This moment of stillness finally gave the Fawnamania faithful a good look at her. The first thing that stood out were two chevrons of charcoal and copper-coloured face paint over her left eye. Long, intensely auburn hair ran down her back and over her white cotton blouse, which was tied to reveal a trim waist and otherwise totally fastened, showing the modest swell of her chest within a sturdy black lace-trimmed bra. The pleated gingham skirt she wore did little to hide her matching panties, or those long, perfect porcelain pins which might not have been out of place in her opponent’s corner. Tan leather ankle boots completed her outfit.
[HARRIET LARKIN]
Her partner took a very different tack, her eyes closed as she danced oddly to her own entrance music, both hands in the air while her feet shimmied through a combination of waltz and two-step. Again she had her left eye painted, although in far more neon pink and green. This in combination with her sheer black mesh top, with black bra clearly visible, and her sparkly emerald hotpants, made her look more dressed for a nightclub than opening the biggest female wrestling event of the year.
[LYRA FAULK]
Lyra stayed vaguely in the centre of the aisle, dancing out of reach of any fans reaching over the barrier, and then abruptly snapped into a dead sprint after her partner. She rolled fluidly into the ring and barely broke stride before jumping joyously onto the taller woman's back! Harriet seemed to be expecting this, bracing her feet and leering as her smaller ‘friend’ gave a friendly wave in the direction of Leggs Inc and then dropped off, practically skipping back to her own corner.
Both teams had a quick conference, the Leggs girls doing it in hushed whispers before Mariel gave her equally lovely partner a quick determined nod and slipped out to the apron. In the other corner, the new girls were showing a rather different tack, Lyra loudly insisting that she wanted to ‘play with the tall one’ while Harriet firmly shoveled her out through the ropes. Eventually the brunette gave a loud, huffy shout of “FINE!” and gave her partner a light tap on the butt to send her out to the middle ring.
Claiming the center of what was easily the biggest stage she’d been on in her life, Larkin watched the Pennsylvanian lovely’s cautious approach and zeroed in on what she thought was the team’s main weakness. “So seriously, you both thought ‘lets just name ourselves after a body part’?’” she sneered. “What was option two, ‘Earlobes PLC’?”
McGinty rolled her eyes. “You’re calling us unoriginal while dressed as a slutty schoolgirl? Here’s a creative idea, how about you come over here and I’ll kick your AWHOA!”
As soon as ‘Legs’ was within any sort of range Harriet dashed at her, faking a high clinch then rolling down around her legs and snaking one hand up for a quick and extremely dirty rollup! Merle, tonight’s referee, was as surprised as Mariel but he managed to overcome this quickly enough to slide in and count…
ONE
Showing exactly why her team had been given their name McGinty powered those long legs up and out, her strength sending the newbie rolling back. She was quick to capitalise too, pouncing as the redhead’s legs came over above her body and pressing those gams down for a counter rollup. Merle scrambled over to slap the canvas…
ONE
Slopping over to her side to squirm out from under the pin, Harriet scrambled from her back to her knees and then up to her feet just as ‘Legs’ regained her own. Immediately the New Mexico native shot one hand out around the slightly taller woman’s neck and another buried into her hair, giving a rough yank and then letting out a yell when McGinty gave her exactly the same treatment.
The two near six footers were locked together for several more seconds, each doing their best to drag the other’s hair out by the roots. By hook or by crook, they ended up yanking each other around until Mariel’s back pressed into a neutral corner, at which point Merle stepped in to remind them of his duties.
“Come on ladies, this is Fawnamania, we should be better than hair pulling!”
Larkin let out a growl, but otherwise neither woman seemed interested in complying until the poor man’s count reached four. Both pairs of hands dropped away from their respective manes, but instead of stepping back Harriet pressed forward, swinging her hips sideways so they ‘PECK’ed lightly into the blonde’s taut abs.
Keeping her hands high as if she’d done absolutely nothing wrong, the redhead finally stepped back just enough to allow McGinty’s back to come away from the corner but no further.
“Back it up, Larkin,” Merle demanded, but the PA girl gave her opponent some extra help with a big two-handed shove in the chest. Harriet tried to retaliate with a big open-palmed slap, only for Mariel to see it coming a mile away and use her new found space to duck under and whirl around to the side, whipping a beautifully timed kick up into the side of the newbie’s head.
COUNTER CRESCENT KICK www.youtube.com/watch?v=be74QzcxmP8
Sent flying down to the mat by the graceful strike, Harriet let out a growl and scrambled around, standing straight back up again. A second whipping kick awaited her but this time the redhead was more prepared, swaying away from the strike and darting back in to ram an elbow into the back of the spinning girl’s head.
Off balance from the whiffed kick, Mariel was sent face first down to the mat, lying perpendicular to the corner. She was quickly up on all fours, but not quite fast enough to prevent Larkin from straddling over her. The Hollow Girl reached down to wrap both arms around McGinty’s trim waist and started lifting up.
“I get that the whole eating disorder look is very ‘in’ these days.” Harriet’s breath was hot in her ear even as McGinty’s hands reached out futilely for the safety of the ropes. “But I learned a little secret I don’t mind sharing. Get yourself a little muscle and suddenly all the fatshamers go quiet.”
To demonstrate her strength advantage Larkin lifted up on her waistlock, hauling ‘Legs’ off her knees and up into the air. The impressive deadlift continued as ‘Legs’ was lifted up, over, and DOWN onto the back of her neck.
DEADLIFT GEEMAN SUPLEX www.youtube.com/watch?v=agzNMHrmbgo
Despite the extremely uncomfortable landing McGinty knew exactly where she was in the ring, and she used this knowledge to great effect by rolling backwards and reaching out her hand. Sure enough her roll brought her to within touching distance of her own corner and her partner was quickly there to take the burden on, slapping her hand decisively and sliding through the ropes as Mariel cradled her neck.
Having just witnessed a display of power from the newbie, Stipanovic was in no hurry to put herself in a similar predicament. Instead, she displayed some of the fast, fluid grace which her nascent team had quickly become known for, dashing forwards under Larkin’s attempted clothesline and rebounding back off the ropes with a clever baseball slide back through the New Mexico girl’s legs.
‘Stems’ reached out a hand either side as she slid through, snatching Larkin’s legs out from under her and smiling along as the crowd shouted ‘TIMBERRRR’ and the big redhead toppled to the mat. She was quickly up again, whirling around with a glare and eating a boot to the gut from the flying Californian which doubled her forwards.
Dancing to the side, Val raised one boot high into the air and held it there, pausing for a second as the crowd’s noise went higher again to see those lovely stems at work. Perhaps this pause and volume increase was what alerted Larkin to her predicament though. Either way, the redhead suddenly jerked her head backwards lurching away from Stipanovic’s signature axe kick and swaying over towards the ropes. She was close to her own corner and, whether Harriet wanted it or not, her partner reached out to slap her shoulder and tag herself into the match.
Lyra didn’t seem interested in actually climbing into the ring though. Instead she scrambled up the side of the nearby turnbuckles and perched herself on the top of the ring post. As Valerie turned towards her she launched out, catching the taller woman in a flying cross body and sending her rolling to her back.
The newbie was quickly back to her knees again, grabbing one of Valerie’s long arms and using it to drag her back upright. With Stems towed along in her wake Lyra charged back to the nearest ropes and set off in a gorgeous leap upwards, spreading her legs out in front of her and dropping onto the ropes so they propelled her into a backwards somersault. The accumulated momentum was passed down Stipanovic’s arm and sent the leggy lovely flying across the ring and into a fluid roll back up to her feet.
ROPE BOUNCE ARM DRAG www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4LVjpoz1uU
Apparently when Faulk turned around she had been expecting to see Stipanovic either on her back or having rolled out of the ring. She was therefore surprised when it turned out Stems was back on her feet and charging back at her.
But Faulk seemed delighted about it, dropping into a forward roll as the taller woman swished by then grabbing the opposite ropes to bring herself to a standing stop far across the ring from the Leggs Inc lovely.
“WOW!” she said, enthralled, her unexpected happiness making Val suddenly feel wary. “You really are a lovely gazelle, aren’t you?” Lyra enthused, eyes panning down to take in those spectacular stems and then coming back up to her slightly confused looking face. “We’ll have such fun Gazelle girl!”
Valerie takes a quick glance at her partner who shrugs in return.
“It’s FAWN,” are all the words of wisdom Mariel can provide. “Get used to it.”
‘Stems’, with seven inches if only about ten pounds advantage over her competitor, seeks to use her lanky limbs to control Faulk, shooting out jabbing kicks, measuring her fellow brunette for something bigger. Lyra keeps skillfully swatting them away with a toothy grin.
“Foreplay. I love it,” Lyra purrs, “I’m not used to it, but I love it.”
Looking a bit flustered, Val swings a sweeping kick that’s more than just a test at Lyra’s jaw but the rookie gets both arms up and snatches it out of mid-air. With one of Valerie’s lengthy lower limbs in her clutches, Faulk raises the leg overhead, putting Stipanovic in a damn near vertical set of splits, the leggy brunette hopping on her grounded foot, biting her lower lip in worry.
A grinning Lyra delivers a swift series of boots to the hammy of Val’s raised leg, each one drawing a bigger wince from Stipanovic. With the limb tenderized, Lyra heaves it toward the torso of the brunette and it swings like a pendulum past her foe’s body with enough force to send Val toppling forward in response. Stipanovic’s face and chest SLAM into the canvas. Her hands fly to her features to check the moneymaker, but one doesn’t stay there long.
Grabbing the right arm of her foe, Lyra stretches it to the side, leaning atop it with both hands pinning the limb. Popping to a sweet handstand, Faulk’s palms still wrapped around Valerie’s arm, Lyra maintains overturned verticality for several seconds, the crowd mesmerized, before precipitously dropping to a double knee drop across Val’s wing.
Handspring Kneedrop Armbreaker (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JyFRU2H6BU )
Valerie spins to her back. Writhing and clutching her arm close, gnawing on her lower lip and mewling. From the ‘sidelines’, Mariel calls for her partner to make a switch but Lyra quickly cuts off any escape route, placing herself between the leggy teammates.
Faulk playfully spins on the blonde, taking a swiping slap at McGinty’s face and missing by no more than a couple inches. Furious, Mariel starts to fold through the cables to get after the munchkin of tonight’s otherwise Amazonian festivities. But Merle intercedes, wrapping McGinty around the waist and holding her back.
Instantly, Harriet’s through the ropes, snatching an arm and tugging Val to unsteady feet. As the crowd and Mariel become more distraught at the sight before them and behind the referee, FIC lambaste Stipanovic with a series of combination kicks, Harriet going high with long ivory gams and Lyra driving punts lower. Each takes turn front to back as Valerie spins unsuccessfully trying to find a safe haven from the bombardment, seemingly from all sides.
Finally, Faulk and Larkin conclude their signature ‘What Thunder Said’ with a perfectly timed spin heel kick from the redhead to Val’s chin while a sweeping version of the same from Lyra takes out the leggy brunette at the ankles from behind. Together, the kicks send the back of Valerie’s skull THUNKING into the canvas.
Swallowing her pride and anger, a fuming Mariel moves back through the ropes and takes her station so the makeshift handicap match can’t continue. Merle turns back to a beaming Lyra, a departed Harriet and a starfished Stipanovic, Val groaning and softly cradling her throbbing braincase.
“Pretty badass, aren’t I?” Faulk asks, a little overly sweetly.
Not being his place to say, Merle motions Faulk to return to action, which she’s more than willing to do, grabbing her leggy foe by a wrist and handful of dark locks and tugging ‘Stems’ up onto them.
As if to taunt the woman known for her lower limbs, Lyra’s comparatively abbreviated versions go to work, Faulk alternating a flurry of left-rights to Valerie’s ribcage that have Stipanovic bouncing from side to side, grunting as the numbers move toward EIGHT…NINE…NOT TEN.
Instead, Valerie is finally able to grab and control Lyra’s left leg, lifting it high for a little ‘dance for me’ payback. But the one-footed Faulk drives a forearm into Val’s modest bosom and, when the pained brunette dips slightly, Lyra vaults off her planted boot and sweeps a pretty enziguri just high enough to clip Val across her lowered jaw.
Stipanovic’s grip on Faulk is gone and she staggers toward the corner. Unfortunately, it’s the FIC corner and Harriet greets Val with a New Mexico howdy-do of a forearm to the cheek the puts Val through a violent u-turn. The brunette wobbles back toward center stage where Lyra waits to intercept, dipping for a lift and deposit of some sort.
What exact manner would be left to the imagination as Valerie manages to bring her weapons into play, gathering enough of her senses to lead with a splitting Yakuza Kick that RAMS Lyra between the eyes and decks the cheeky Australian.
Splitting Yakuza Kick (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKoUXsPrb1g )
Rolling to her feet instead of going for the pin, Valerie dives to the outstretched leg of the blonde Amazon, tagging palm to boot, as was the wont of Leggs, Inc. on occasion, and in enters Mariel. The PA Towerhouse strides toward a rising Faulk and snatches her foe by a wrist and elbow, spinning Lyra away from the direction of her redheaded reserves and instead toward the Incorporated corner.
With an Irish Whip, the blonde heaves the Aussie to the buckles, Lyra turning into a heavy collision, spine to padded steel. Faulk remains upright which seems to suit McGinty who charges her aching foe and leaps from a few feet out to send an avalanche of lightly tanned Pennsylvania pulchritude CRASHING and SPLASHING down on the vertically challenged Faulk.
As Mariel bounces away and sprints toward an opposite set of cables to gain some momentum, Lyra drunkenly staggers from the tidal wave that had swamped her shores. Unaware of her foe’s location, she wobbles toward the center where a quickly approaching McGinty lifts and leads with her big right boot.
Running Corner Splash and Big Boot Combo (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMbqWTD5BKk )
But the cat-like Faulk collects her wits with nary an instant to spare and ducks under the sole of ‘Legs’ shoe leather. Already on a beeline, she enthusiastically tags Harriet who sweeps her pale, lofty frame through the cables and faces off with Mariel.
The ferocious redhead isn’t about to wait an instant for any possible staredown. Instead she throws her body into a battle of the twin towers, both women working a collar-and-elbow for any possible leverage they can find.
The situation is usually a winner for either grappler, but tonight, the length of limbs and similar mass head this encounter toward a stalemate. That is until Mariel spins out of the grapple, keeping her right arm looped around Larkin’s left. Using her considerable power, she lifts the limb in a high arc and pivots, tossing Harriet over her hip, the FICster’s tailbone spiked into the canvas.
Pain etched on Larkin’s features, her hands travel for her aching seat when she swivels off her bum and to her knees. With Harriet occupied, kneading her derriere, ‘Legs’ charges toward her foe and closes in with a cartwheel. In a handstand next to Larkin, McGinty drops her legs around the redhead’s neck then barrel rolls forward busting Harriet’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her signature Incorporated Facebuster.
Incorporated Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4BlzvTovd0 )
The New Mexican’s mug THUMPS into the deck with enough impact to send the Ivory Tower flopping to her back. Mariel dives to cover Harriet in a lateral press, hooking the far leg of her foe for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Larkin uses her long, alabaster tools to shake out of the pinning predicament and roll to her side next to Mariel, staying on her haunches for a second and taking a heavy breath after the Pennsylvanian’s rapid assault. But Mariel doesn’t let her get a moment’s rest, rolling over and whipping one of those glorious stems into a rolling Calf Kick which slams into Harriet’s face and sends her back down to the mat again with stars in her eyes.
Still burning adrenaline, ‘Legs’ grabs a handful of the redhead’s locks and uses them to lift Larkin to her feet. A quick kneelift to the belly sends the newbie bending forward at the waist. McGinty lifts one gorgeous gam up and tucks it next to her foe’s head. Harriet seems to be expecting a facebuster and throws her hands down in an attempt to block it, but instead the innovative blonde rotates herself backwards, dropping back-first to the mat, slamming the side of Larkin’s face into her shin!
GOLDEN RULE www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_OKOYUkBQE
The innovation draws a roar from the crowd but Mariel only has one thing on her mind, spreading herself over the stunned redhead’s torso to earn…
ONE
TWO
THnoooo
Merle’s hand had begun its final decent, but it seems there’s still a little too much life left in the new girl, Harriet punching one hand up from underneath her leggy tormentress and flopping her shoulder up off the canvas. Mariel rakes a hand through her damp blonde mane and glances up at Stipanovic on the apron. Valerie can see the frustration in her partner’s eyes, but she knows just how to get rid of it.
“Show the pretender what a real pair of legs can do,” she advises Mariel, the blonde flashing her a smile and nodding in response. McGinty’s up on her feet in a trice and collects both of Larkin’s ankles, threading her perfect pins in between the redhead’s porcelain pair. McGinty nearly has her signature Figure Four Leglock hooked in the middle of the ring, and the crowd noise goes even higher. Harriet recognises this and starts wildly bucking her stems, but it’s to no avail as ‘Legs’ sits back to the mat and tugs down on one captive boot.
Harriet had been sitting forward, trying to untangle her own pale legs from the blonde’s more tanned pair, but McGinty bucks her hips up and the increased torque forces the redhead’s shoulders back to the mat. Larkin jams her mouth shut, determined that this all-American beanpole wasn’t going to hear her scream. But ‘Legs’ has applied the hold perfectly, bridging up to increase the pressure and leave Harriet with little option but to arch her back and try desperately to reach around for some ropes.
Seeing her partner in dire straits, Lyra is quick to slip between the strands and head over to break things up. She’s fast enough to dash over and drive a quick stomp into Mariel’s unprotected face, forcing the blonde to give up her hold, thus rescuing her partner, but she pays the price when Stipanovic charges over and PLANTS a gorgeous running Dropkick square into Faulk’s face. The little imp is sent flying backwards, looking as disheveled as her partner, as the two leggy lovelies stand tall over them.
With all four women in the ring, Merle knows he’s losing control and he’s quickly gesturing at both Valerie and Lyra to get out of the ring. The taller brunette complies with this by grabbing her shorter counterpart, hauling her back up, and forcibly shoveling her out through the ropes, waiting to hear the ‘splat’ as Faulk lands on the floor before stepping out to her own corner.
Now only Harriet and Mariel are left in the ring, and it’s clear which is faring better, the Incorporated superstar standing tall and lovely while her counterpart clutches at her hurting ankle and mutters curses into the mat. ‘Legs’ briefly considers reapplying her leglock but instead she decides to give the Fawnamania crowd one more show before she ends it. To achieve this, she dashes off to the nearest ropes, leaps gracefully off the middle strand and extends those exquisite legs out in front of her for a springboard legdrop!
At the last second, Larkin realises her predicament and rolls out from under the Pennsylvanian, leaving her in a painful crash landing on her tush! Harriet stays on her back, taking a few big breaths and blinking away the fog in her head whilst Mariel is busy trying to massage some sensation into her exquisite backside after the whiffed legdrop. It’s the New Mexican who wins the race back to vertical and she celebrates by hopping off both feet and firing a brutal Low Dropkick into ‘Legs’ modest chest.
Sent slamming down to the canvas, Mariel quickly rolls over and grabs hold of the ropes, using it to hold off any further pin attempts but also as a ladder to climb back to her feet. Harriet is up well before her though, lifting her own gorgeous gam up and driving a stomp down into McGinty’s back as she tries to rise. Seeing that the blonde is holding the rope Merle is quick to intervene, yelling “Back off Harriet!” at the big redhead, but all he gets is a sneer in return.
“Get the hell out of my way, stripes!” Larkin demands loudly. “Blondie here just tried to break my ankle and that means I get to put the hurt on WHHHOOOEOAH!” McGinty springs back to vertical and makes full use of those lovely long legs, firing a kick up from almost impossible range and flying…
…straight into Larkin’s hands. There’s no doubt that the newbie doesn’t have the speed or grace to keep up with the Leggs girls, but she shows surprising composure to snatch McGinty’s boot out of the air. With ‘Legs’ reduced to only one foot to balance on Harriet throws herself into a spin and drops to the mat, hurling Mariel over courtesy of a nasty Dragon Screw. To make matters worse Harriet hangs on to that captive ankle, standing up again and repeating the process for a second excruciating impact on the Pennsylvanian’s prized pins!
DOUBLE DRAGON SCREW www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS6tOwGa2A4
An involuntary groan escapes Mariel’s mouth as her knee is jarred by the vicious screw. Things seem to be getting even worse for the blonde though as Harriet keeps hold of her grip and rolls McGinty on to her front. The redhead quickly snares another lovely leg and ties both up into a tight knot with the hurt knee at its center. Then all she has to do is stand up and lean forward, cinching a Reverse Cloverleaf which has finished several girls during FlC’s time in the indies!
FADING STAR www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQWI7XuwPbU
“TAP OUT!” Harriet yells as Mariel writhes and grimaces at the pain in her knee, “Tap right now or I’ll snap your skinny leg off and you’ll have to…ah crap.” The newbie might be skilled but she still lacks experience in the ring, in her excitement she’s locked the hold in far too close to the ropes. Mariel is quick to get her hand on the strands and Merle is immediately demanding a break. “SON OF A BYTCH!” Larkin shouts, and for a few seconds it looks like she might not break the hold even as Merle reaches ‘FOUR’, but after a deep breath she swallows her anger and lets McGinty’s exquisite gams drop free from her grip.
It’s apparent that Harriet is furious, either with herself for the mistake or more likely with the whole world for allowing her to make it. She slams a fist into the canvas in frustration and then stands up, kicking Mariel over onto her back. From the FlC corner comes a calming Aussie voice. “Don’t get angry darl, just let me sort things out” Lyra coos, holding her hand out like a small child demanding a treat. Larkin thinks for a moment, shaking out her auburn mane, and then stomps angrily over to tag her partner into the match.
Faulk vaults into the ring in an instant, dashing to the ropes and springing back with even more momentum. The lightning quick newbie, whom FAWN’s marketing department had already started calling ‘the Chaos Emerald’, ducks her head and pops into a slick forwards roll and then opens her body mid-flip so that her back was driven hard into McGinty’s taut tummy.
ROLLING THUNDER www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-iOHpzNhak
Still a blur of motion, Faulk reaches down and grabs hold of the gasping Incorporated lovely’s arm. Tugging the limb out straight, Lyra takes a firm grip on the captive wrist and slips her legs either side. McGinty tries to roll over to her stomach, hoping to break the hold before it could cinch in, but Lyra simply rolls with her and yanks back on a simple but effective kneeling armbar.
“Sorry darl but you’re just not my type,” she frowns. “Can I get the gazelle girl back please?”
McGinty quickly shakes her head when Merle asks if she wants to submit, but it isn’t clear how she felels about the oddball Aussie’s preference for her partner.
“Awww c'mon, I did say please!” Lyra insists, but instead of a response all she gets is the referee shouting “Break!” as Mariel shifts one sensational stem and drapes it over the nearest rope.
Lyra holds on to the hurting arm until Merle has reached four, then releases, springing to her feet and giving the Pennsylvanian a shove in the direction of her corner. McGinty is happy to hand over to her partner after a punishing last few minutes, but Valerie looks slightly irritated at the prospect of dealing with the cheeky Aussie again.
Stipanovic eases through the cables and starts to circle with Lyra joining her in the dance, licking her lips at a skittish Valerie. Instead of poking out jabs at ‘Stems’, Faulk launches roundhouse slaps at Val’s elevated and diminutive derriere. The nervousness grows in Valerie’s big brown eyes, continuing to be unsure of what Faulk has in mind, but confident she’ll pay for her divided attention.
The seven-inch height advantage makes it easier for Lyra to go low and try and playfully slap booty, but it makes it difficult to do any damage and she’s rewarded for one of her attempts with a long-legged kick to the chest. Faulk grimaces as she backs off, but still gives the Incorporated brunette a wink.
Undeterred, Val steps forward to use her weapons of choice. She feigns a straight kick before pirouetting into a spinning heel kick toward Faulk’s face.
Spinning Heel Kick (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1H-MybqExVo )
But Lyra ducks under and, while ‘Stems’ spins through her swing-and-miss, Faulk waits for the return of her foe’s noggin. She hops slightly to wrap a side headlock around the startled Val. Having to tug Stpanovic’s braincase down to effectively maintain the hold, Faulk takes off for the ropes in front of her, drawing Valerie along for the ride. The Aussie leaps into the top cable in front of her, switching her grip to a ¾ facelock as she does, using the rubber-coated steel to springboard into a perfect cutter.
When Lyra’s backside hits canvas, Valerie’s jaw is jacked into the shoulder of her foe. Val’s head snaps back, Stipanovic bouncing up and ending on her haunches, head drooping, the leggy brunette only partially aware of her surroundings.
Lyra pushes to her feet and nuzzles her crotch into the so-called gazelle’s downturned mug, whether foreplay or insult isn’t entirely clear. But when Val clears her senses, she tries to shove Lyra away. Faulk remains anchored and grabs Val’s dark locks, stuffing her foe’s face in deeper. The maneuver brings ‘Stems’ back like smelling salts and she flails free , popping to her feet and threatening the Aussie in a boxing stance. Lyra offers puckered lips in return and motions Val to come get her.
The Incorporated brunette doesn’t have to be asked twice, even as Mariel pleads with her partner not to get sucked into the rookie’s games. Amazingly, Lyra connects in a collar-and-elbow tie-up with the near six-footer and immediately pays for it as Stipanovic has all the leverage in the world with the Aussie seven inches her junior. She swings her fellow brunette from side to side, Lyra holding on like a bulldog.
‘Stems’ pivots and runs Faulk to the ropes in her grasp, heaving Lyra up and over. As Val turns and starts a rhythmic clap with the crowd, she fails to notice Lyra snatched the top rope on the way over and remains on the apron. A whistle from McGinty makes the leggy brunette aware. She heads toward the tottering Faulk, racing in Lyra’s direction, apparently planning to splash her off the side with her long lean frame.
Lyra has other ideas, and while Val covers the space with her long strides, the Aussie lowers, grabs the middle rope with both hands and slingshots her way through, goring Valerie in the long expanse of her tanned tummy. Val doubles around the impaling shoulder and is PLANTED to the canvas by Lyra’s Arrow of Time.
Arrow of Time (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhSX8bNbYGE )
With the ‘gazelle’ laid out in as big a starfish as any mariner was ever likely to find, a smirking Lyra gathers up both long, slender pins and matchbooks Stipanovic from the side, giving Val a peck on the nose as the ref slaps out the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Whether stirred on by the smooch or not, Valerie thrusts her pelvis enough to break free of the matchbook and rolls to her chest so Lyra can’t immediately try again.
But it seems Faulk isn’t interested in another nearfall. Instead, she wraps up the braincase of the ‘gazelle’ and drags the moaning, slightly bent brunette to her feet. Switching her grip from noggin to wrist, Lyra whips Valerie to a neutral corner. Stipanovic turns into the impact and hits with enough force to torn off those legs, Val dropping to her cheeks, long lower limbs extended in front of her.
With Valerie cut down to size, Lyra takes off after her fellow brunette and leaps from a few feet away, her abbreviated legs leading the way as she SLAMS her undercarriage into Valerie’s modest bosom. Grabbing the ropes on either side, the busting of a long-legged bronco begins as Lyra continues her domination, thumping her junk into Val time after time, Stipanovic melting toward horizontal until it’s her face getting the up-close-and-personal treatment.
With the threat of the official disqualifying her increasing, Faulk dismounts and grabs the jellied Val by a shoulder, rolling her out in a somersault toward the middle of the ring. The Aussie climbs the buckles and turns, as it’s time for lights out on the splayed ‘gazelle’.
Lyra measures and skies above the wrecked Val, poised to deliver her signature Entropy.
Entropy (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIQ92z79Oic )
But before she can land the gamechanging senton bomb sure to lead to a gameclosing finisher, Valerie lifts both endless lower limbs and intercepts Lyra on the way down. Skewered in the spine by Valerie’s boot soles, Faulk goes flying. Crashing and burning and ending on her side, a bug-eyed Faulk reaches for her abused vertebrae with both hands. In the FIC corner, a suddenly worried Harriet yells at her partner to tag out, but Lyra can do little more than whimper, massaging her aching backbone.
For her part, the previously subjugated ‘gazelle’ spins to hands and knees and crawls toward salvation in the form of McGinty. The blonde stretches her arm far over the top rope and she tickles fingers with her diving partner.
Leaping over the ropes, Mariel is an immediate sprint, seemingly to stop Lyra from escaping leggy justice. However, McGinty’s long strides swing her right past the still recovering Faulk and into a Big Boot OVER the top rope and into the chin of the unsuspecting Harriet. The towering redhead is sent soaring off the apron in a 180-degree spinning flight that ends with her crashing chest-first into the steel barricade, her body snapping back in a whiplash of an impact.
As Larkin lies spread-eagled, gazing at the rafters from half-lidded eyes, Mariel pulls her extended, seemingly unending right leg off the uppermost cable, plants it, and returns to a rising Faulk.
Slowly Lyra rises to her feet, unaware of her opponent’s whereabouts and perhaps even who her opponent is at the moment. She gets a faceful when Mariel races at the turning Faulk, leaping into her chest, crotch slamming against the Aussie’s face. McGinty rides the diminutive rookie to the canvas, NAILING shoulders and skull to the canvas with a jumping leg lariat.
Jumping Leg Lariat (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-n9bkfgdNA )
The long-legged blonde spins off her seat, deciding to press her body across Lyra’s with a conventional pin instead of leaving her leg lying across Faulk’s shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The rookie shoves a shoulder up with a split-second to spare. As if reading Mariel’s mind, Valerie decides to take a few liberties with the faltering Faulk and provide some payback for the domination she’d suffered under her fellow brunette’s control.
With Lyra splayed in the middle of the ring, Valerie enters and plucks Alyson's ankles off the deck, spreading her foe's legs wide. Stipanovic ignores the complaints of the ref, particularly since he hasn’t started a count. With a mischievous look on her face, she stares down into Lyra’s face, expecting fear and pleading. But instead, Faulk beams.
“You can always have access my sweet gazelle.”
As Val’s face twists in confusion, Mariel heads for the ropes at Faulk's side. As the blonde’s back connects with the rubber-coated steel, Valerie leaps into the air, legs extended inside Lyra's. She lands with a THUMP, stretching the groin muscles of Faulk to the snapping point. With Lyra rising to a seated position, snatching between her thighs, 'Stems' sends a boot sole into her foe's chest, sending the rookie flat and just in time for a front flipping Mariel, whose legs circle into a doubly destructive leg drop to the neck and chest of her foe, the team completing the Legs of Lambasting.
The near simultaneous attacks leave Lyra a mess and, while Valerie heads for the exit, sliding out under the ropes, Mariel cradles Faulk up tight. A struggling Harriet is up on the floor but only notices the dire straits with slap number…
ONE…
…And she can’t respond with a save quickly enough to halt…
TWO…
…and THREE!!!
Val beats Harriet into the ring and races across the canvas as Larkin slips through the ropes. By the time the Ivory Tower is fully through and extending to her full height, Stipanovic is there with a Big Boot to the jaw that levels FIC’s chances of post-match retribution.
Instead, Mariel pushes off Lyra’s body and meets her fellow member of Leggs, Inc. mid-ring. They share a hug as the FAWNatics serenade them with musical chants of “HOT…LEGS” and the ring announcer making things official.
“Your winners…by pinfall…Mariel McGinty and Valerie Stipanovic…Leggs, Inc.”
The delighted victors break from their clinch and raise each other’s inner arm high, an important Mania moment theirs to claim and an important step in moving from stalled phenoms to top level tag talent taken.
As the music of the twosome 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 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHcjjxYbgNM ). The long-limbed lovelies, one with tawny skin and long dark locks, the other with skin of lightly tanned ivory and a golden mane, move to center stage, showing off their undeniable weaponry.
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. Reaching their spot, the partners turn to the other and glide their 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 expedition ending with a cheeky pinch, drawing a wide grin from the other beautiful creature. A massive roar of approval emerges from the eyeballing attendees.
With all attention captured, the duo step down the ramp, their long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Blonde and brunette 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 blossoms 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 20-minute time. 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 duo 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 for the arrival of their opponents.
To allow the crowds to react they break apart, making separate journeys down to the ring.
Very separate in fact, the taller partner, identified in the team’s previous appearances as Harriet Larkin, was storming forwards, speeding up to a jog and then full sprinting at the ring. She slid smoothly under the bottom rope and took a few long, fast and threatening steps towards the slightly defensive looking Leggs, before stopping short and flashing a shark-like smile instead.
This moment of stillness finally gave the Fawnamania faithful a good look at her. The first thing that stood out were two chevrons of charcoal and copper-coloured face paint over her left eye. Long, intensely auburn hair ran down her back and over her white cotton blouse, which was tied to reveal a trim waist and otherwise totally fastened, showing the modest swell of her chest within a sturdy black lace-trimmed bra. The pleated gingham skirt she wore did little to hide her matching panties, or those long, perfect porcelain pins which might not have been out of place in her opponent’s corner. Tan leather ankle boots completed her outfit.
[HARRIET LARKIN]
Her partner took a very different tack, her eyes closed as she danced oddly to her own entrance music, both hands in the air while her feet shimmied through a combination of waltz and two-step. Again she had her left eye painted, although in far more neon pink and green. This in combination with her sheer black mesh top, with black bra clearly visible, and her sparkly emerald hotpants, made her look more dressed for a nightclub than opening the biggest female wrestling event of the year.
[LYRA FAULK]
Lyra stayed vaguely in the centre of the aisle, dancing out of reach of any fans reaching over the barrier, and then abruptly snapped into a dead sprint after her partner. She rolled fluidly into the ring and barely broke stride before jumping joyously onto the taller woman's back! Harriet seemed to be expecting this, bracing her feet and leering as her smaller ‘friend’ gave a friendly wave in the direction of Leggs Inc and then dropped off, practically skipping back to her own corner.
Both teams had a quick conference, the Leggs girls doing it in hushed whispers before Mariel gave her equally lovely partner a quick determined nod and slipped out to the apron. In the other corner, the new girls were showing a rather different tack, Lyra loudly insisting that she wanted to ‘play with the tall one’ while Harriet firmly shoveled her out through the ropes. Eventually the brunette gave a loud, huffy shout of “FINE!” and gave her partner a light tap on the butt to send her out to the middle ring.
Claiming the center of what was easily the biggest stage she’d been on in her life, Larkin watched the Pennsylvanian lovely’s cautious approach and zeroed in on what she thought was the team’s main weakness. “So seriously, you both thought ‘lets just name ourselves after a body part’?’” she sneered. “What was option two, ‘Earlobes PLC’?”
McGinty rolled her eyes. “You’re calling us unoriginal while dressed as a slutty schoolgirl? Here’s a creative idea, how about you come over here and I’ll kick your AWHOA!”
As soon as ‘Legs’ was within any sort of range Harriet dashed at her, faking a high clinch then rolling down around her legs and snaking one hand up for a quick and extremely dirty rollup! Merle, tonight’s referee, was as surprised as Mariel but he managed to overcome this quickly enough to slide in and count…
ONE
Showing exactly why her team had been given their name McGinty powered those long legs up and out, her strength sending the newbie rolling back. She was quick to capitalise too, pouncing as the redhead’s legs came over above her body and pressing those gams down for a counter rollup. Merle scrambled over to slap the canvas…
ONE
Slopping over to her side to squirm out from under the pin, Harriet scrambled from her back to her knees and then up to her feet just as ‘Legs’ regained her own. Immediately the New Mexico native shot one hand out around the slightly taller woman’s neck and another buried into her hair, giving a rough yank and then letting out a yell when McGinty gave her exactly the same treatment.
The two near six footers were locked together for several more seconds, each doing their best to drag the other’s hair out by the roots. By hook or by crook, they ended up yanking each other around until Mariel’s back pressed into a neutral corner, at which point Merle stepped in to remind them of his duties.
“Come on ladies, this is Fawnamania, we should be better than hair pulling!”
Larkin let out a growl, but otherwise neither woman seemed interested in complying until the poor man’s count reached four. Both pairs of hands dropped away from their respective manes, but instead of stepping back Harriet pressed forward, swinging her hips sideways so they ‘PECK’ed lightly into the blonde’s taut abs.
Keeping her hands high as if she’d done absolutely nothing wrong, the redhead finally stepped back just enough to allow McGinty’s back to come away from the corner but no further.
“Back it up, Larkin,” Merle demanded, but the PA girl gave her opponent some extra help with a big two-handed shove in the chest. Harriet tried to retaliate with a big open-palmed slap, only for Mariel to see it coming a mile away and use her new found space to duck under and whirl around to the side, whipping a beautifully timed kick up into the side of the newbie’s head.
COUNTER CRESCENT KICK www.youtube.com/watch?v=be74QzcxmP8
Sent flying down to the mat by the graceful strike, Harriet let out a growl and scrambled around, standing straight back up again. A second whipping kick awaited her but this time the redhead was more prepared, swaying away from the strike and darting back in to ram an elbow into the back of the spinning girl’s head.
Off balance from the whiffed kick, Mariel was sent face first down to the mat, lying perpendicular to the corner. She was quickly up on all fours, but not quite fast enough to prevent Larkin from straddling over her. The Hollow Girl reached down to wrap both arms around McGinty’s trim waist and started lifting up.
“I get that the whole eating disorder look is very ‘in’ these days.” Harriet’s breath was hot in her ear even as McGinty’s hands reached out futilely for the safety of the ropes. “But I learned a little secret I don’t mind sharing. Get yourself a little muscle and suddenly all the fatshamers go quiet.”
To demonstrate her strength advantage Larkin lifted up on her waistlock, hauling ‘Legs’ off her knees and up into the air. The impressive deadlift continued as ‘Legs’ was lifted up, over, and DOWN onto the back of her neck.
DEADLIFT GEEMAN SUPLEX www.youtube.com/watch?v=agzNMHrmbgo
Despite the extremely uncomfortable landing McGinty knew exactly where she was in the ring, and she used this knowledge to great effect by rolling backwards and reaching out her hand. Sure enough her roll brought her to within touching distance of her own corner and her partner was quickly there to take the burden on, slapping her hand decisively and sliding through the ropes as Mariel cradled her neck.
Having just witnessed a display of power from the newbie, Stipanovic was in no hurry to put herself in a similar predicament. Instead, she displayed some of the fast, fluid grace which her nascent team had quickly become known for, dashing forwards under Larkin’s attempted clothesline and rebounding back off the ropes with a clever baseball slide back through the New Mexico girl’s legs.
‘Stems’ reached out a hand either side as she slid through, snatching Larkin’s legs out from under her and smiling along as the crowd shouted ‘TIMBERRRR’ and the big redhead toppled to the mat. She was quickly up again, whirling around with a glare and eating a boot to the gut from the flying Californian which doubled her forwards.
Dancing to the side, Val raised one boot high into the air and held it there, pausing for a second as the crowd’s noise went higher again to see those lovely stems at work. Perhaps this pause and volume increase was what alerted Larkin to her predicament though. Either way, the redhead suddenly jerked her head backwards lurching away from Stipanovic’s signature axe kick and swaying over towards the ropes. She was close to her own corner and, whether Harriet wanted it or not, her partner reached out to slap her shoulder and tag herself into the match.
Lyra didn’t seem interested in actually climbing into the ring though. Instead she scrambled up the side of the nearby turnbuckles and perched herself on the top of the ring post. As Valerie turned towards her she launched out, catching the taller woman in a flying cross body and sending her rolling to her back.
The newbie was quickly back to her knees again, grabbing one of Valerie’s long arms and using it to drag her back upright. With Stems towed along in her wake Lyra charged back to the nearest ropes and set off in a gorgeous leap upwards, spreading her legs out in front of her and dropping onto the ropes so they propelled her into a backwards somersault. The accumulated momentum was passed down Stipanovic’s arm and sent the leggy lovely flying across the ring and into a fluid roll back up to her feet.
ROPE BOUNCE ARM DRAG www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4LVjpoz1uU
Apparently when Faulk turned around she had been expecting to see Stipanovic either on her back or having rolled out of the ring. She was therefore surprised when it turned out Stems was back on her feet and charging back at her.
But Faulk seemed delighted about it, dropping into a forward roll as the taller woman swished by then grabbing the opposite ropes to bring herself to a standing stop far across the ring from the Leggs Inc lovely.
“WOW!” she said, enthralled, her unexpected happiness making Val suddenly feel wary. “You really are a lovely gazelle, aren’t you?” Lyra enthused, eyes panning down to take in those spectacular stems and then coming back up to her slightly confused looking face. “We’ll have such fun Gazelle girl!”
Valerie takes a quick glance at her partner who shrugs in return.
“It’s FAWN,” are all the words of wisdom Mariel can provide. “Get used to it.”
‘Stems’, with seven inches if only about ten pounds advantage over her competitor, seeks to use her lanky limbs to control Faulk, shooting out jabbing kicks, measuring her fellow brunette for something bigger. Lyra keeps skillfully swatting them away with a toothy grin.
“Foreplay. I love it,” Lyra purrs, “I’m not used to it, but I love it.”
Looking a bit flustered, Val swings a sweeping kick that’s more than just a test at Lyra’s jaw but the rookie gets both arms up and snatches it out of mid-air. With one of Valerie’s lengthy lower limbs in her clutches, Faulk raises the leg overhead, putting Stipanovic in a damn near vertical set of splits, the leggy brunette hopping on her grounded foot, biting her lower lip in worry.
A grinning Lyra delivers a swift series of boots to the hammy of Val’s raised leg, each one drawing a bigger wince from Stipanovic. With the limb tenderized, Lyra heaves it toward the torso of the brunette and it swings like a pendulum past her foe’s body with enough force to send Val toppling forward in response. Stipanovic’s face and chest SLAM into the canvas. Her hands fly to her features to check the moneymaker, but one doesn’t stay there long.
Grabbing the right arm of her foe, Lyra stretches it to the side, leaning atop it with both hands pinning the limb. Popping to a sweet handstand, Faulk’s palms still wrapped around Valerie’s arm, Lyra maintains overturned verticality for several seconds, the crowd mesmerized, before precipitously dropping to a double knee drop across Val’s wing.
Handspring Kneedrop Armbreaker (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JyFRU2H6BU )
Valerie spins to her back. Writhing and clutching her arm close, gnawing on her lower lip and mewling. From the ‘sidelines’, Mariel calls for her partner to make a switch but Lyra quickly cuts off any escape route, placing herself between the leggy teammates.
Faulk playfully spins on the blonde, taking a swiping slap at McGinty’s face and missing by no more than a couple inches. Furious, Mariel starts to fold through the cables to get after the munchkin of tonight’s otherwise Amazonian festivities. But Merle intercedes, wrapping McGinty around the waist and holding her back.
Instantly, Harriet’s through the ropes, snatching an arm and tugging Val to unsteady feet. As the crowd and Mariel become more distraught at the sight before them and behind the referee, FIC lambaste Stipanovic with a series of combination kicks, Harriet going high with long ivory gams and Lyra driving punts lower. Each takes turn front to back as Valerie spins unsuccessfully trying to find a safe haven from the bombardment, seemingly from all sides.
Finally, Faulk and Larkin conclude their signature ‘What Thunder Said’ with a perfectly timed spin heel kick from the redhead to Val’s chin while a sweeping version of the same from Lyra takes out the leggy brunette at the ankles from behind. Together, the kicks send the back of Valerie’s skull THUNKING into the canvas.
Swallowing her pride and anger, a fuming Mariel moves back through the ropes and takes her station so the makeshift handicap match can’t continue. Merle turns back to a beaming Lyra, a departed Harriet and a starfished Stipanovic, Val groaning and softly cradling her throbbing braincase.
“Pretty badass, aren’t I?” Faulk asks, a little overly sweetly.
Not being his place to say, Merle motions Faulk to return to action, which she’s more than willing to do, grabbing her leggy foe by a wrist and handful of dark locks and tugging ‘Stems’ up onto them.
As if to taunt the woman known for her lower limbs, Lyra’s comparatively abbreviated versions go to work, Faulk alternating a flurry of left-rights to Valerie’s ribcage that have Stipanovic bouncing from side to side, grunting as the numbers move toward EIGHT…NINE…NOT TEN.
Instead, Valerie is finally able to grab and control Lyra’s left leg, lifting it high for a little ‘dance for me’ payback. But the one-footed Faulk drives a forearm into Val’s modest bosom and, when the pained brunette dips slightly, Lyra vaults off her planted boot and sweeps a pretty enziguri just high enough to clip Val across her lowered jaw.
Stipanovic’s grip on Faulk is gone and she staggers toward the corner. Unfortunately, it’s the FIC corner and Harriet greets Val with a New Mexico howdy-do of a forearm to the cheek the puts Val through a violent u-turn. The brunette wobbles back toward center stage where Lyra waits to intercept, dipping for a lift and deposit of some sort.
What exact manner would be left to the imagination as Valerie manages to bring her weapons into play, gathering enough of her senses to lead with a splitting Yakuza Kick that RAMS Lyra between the eyes and decks the cheeky Australian.
Splitting Yakuza Kick (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKoUXsPrb1g )
Rolling to her feet instead of going for the pin, Valerie dives to the outstretched leg of the blonde Amazon, tagging palm to boot, as was the wont of Leggs, Inc. on occasion, and in enters Mariel. The PA Towerhouse strides toward a rising Faulk and snatches her foe by a wrist and elbow, spinning Lyra away from the direction of her redheaded reserves and instead toward the Incorporated corner.
With an Irish Whip, the blonde heaves the Aussie to the buckles, Lyra turning into a heavy collision, spine to padded steel. Faulk remains upright which seems to suit McGinty who charges her aching foe and leaps from a few feet out to send an avalanche of lightly tanned Pennsylvania pulchritude CRASHING and SPLASHING down on the vertically challenged Faulk.
As Mariel bounces away and sprints toward an opposite set of cables to gain some momentum, Lyra drunkenly staggers from the tidal wave that had swamped her shores. Unaware of her foe’s location, she wobbles toward the center where a quickly approaching McGinty lifts and leads with her big right boot.
Running Corner Splash and Big Boot Combo (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMbqWTD5BKk )
But the cat-like Faulk collects her wits with nary an instant to spare and ducks under the sole of ‘Legs’ shoe leather. Already on a beeline, she enthusiastically tags Harriet who sweeps her pale, lofty frame through the cables and faces off with Mariel.
The ferocious redhead isn’t about to wait an instant for any possible staredown. Instead she throws her body into a battle of the twin towers, both women working a collar-and-elbow for any possible leverage they can find.
The situation is usually a winner for either grappler, but tonight, the length of limbs and similar mass head this encounter toward a stalemate. That is until Mariel spins out of the grapple, keeping her right arm looped around Larkin’s left. Using her considerable power, she lifts the limb in a high arc and pivots, tossing Harriet over her hip, the FICster’s tailbone spiked into the canvas.
Pain etched on Larkin’s features, her hands travel for her aching seat when she swivels off her bum and to her knees. With Harriet occupied, kneading her derriere, ‘Legs’ charges toward her foe and closes in with a cartwheel. In a handstand next to Larkin, McGinty drops her legs around the redhead’s neck then barrel rolls forward busting Harriet’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her signature Incorporated Facebuster.
Incorporated Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4BlzvTovd0 )
The New Mexican’s mug THUMPS into the deck with enough impact to send the Ivory Tower flopping to her back. Mariel dives to cover Harriet in a lateral press, hooking the far leg of her foe for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Larkin uses her long, alabaster tools to shake out of the pinning predicament and roll to her side next to Mariel, staying on her haunches for a second and taking a heavy breath after the Pennsylvanian’s rapid assault. But Mariel doesn’t let her get a moment’s rest, rolling over and whipping one of those glorious stems into a rolling Calf Kick which slams into Harriet’s face and sends her back down to the mat again with stars in her eyes.
Still burning adrenaline, ‘Legs’ grabs a handful of the redhead’s locks and uses them to lift Larkin to her feet. A quick kneelift to the belly sends the newbie bending forward at the waist. McGinty lifts one gorgeous gam up and tucks it next to her foe’s head. Harriet seems to be expecting a facebuster and throws her hands down in an attempt to block it, but instead the innovative blonde rotates herself backwards, dropping back-first to the mat, slamming the side of Larkin’s face into her shin!
GOLDEN RULE www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_OKOYUkBQE
The innovation draws a roar from the crowd but Mariel only has one thing on her mind, spreading herself over the stunned redhead’s torso to earn…
ONE
TWO
THnoooo
Merle’s hand had begun its final decent, but it seems there’s still a little too much life left in the new girl, Harriet punching one hand up from underneath her leggy tormentress and flopping her shoulder up off the canvas. Mariel rakes a hand through her damp blonde mane and glances up at Stipanovic on the apron. Valerie can see the frustration in her partner’s eyes, but she knows just how to get rid of it.
“Show the pretender what a real pair of legs can do,” she advises Mariel, the blonde flashing her a smile and nodding in response. McGinty’s up on her feet in a trice and collects both of Larkin’s ankles, threading her perfect pins in between the redhead’s porcelain pair. McGinty nearly has her signature Figure Four Leglock hooked in the middle of the ring, and the crowd noise goes even higher. Harriet recognises this and starts wildly bucking her stems, but it’s to no avail as ‘Legs’ sits back to the mat and tugs down on one captive boot.
Harriet had been sitting forward, trying to untangle her own pale legs from the blonde’s more tanned pair, but McGinty bucks her hips up and the increased torque forces the redhead’s shoulders back to the mat. Larkin jams her mouth shut, determined that this all-American beanpole wasn’t going to hear her scream. But ‘Legs’ has applied the hold perfectly, bridging up to increase the pressure and leave Harriet with little option but to arch her back and try desperately to reach around for some ropes.
Seeing her partner in dire straits, Lyra is quick to slip between the strands and head over to break things up. She’s fast enough to dash over and drive a quick stomp into Mariel’s unprotected face, forcing the blonde to give up her hold, thus rescuing her partner, but she pays the price when Stipanovic charges over and PLANTS a gorgeous running Dropkick square into Faulk’s face. The little imp is sent flying backwards, looking as disheveled as her partner, as the two leggy lovelies stand tall over them.
With all four women in the ring, Merle knows he’s losing control and he’s quickly gesturing at both Valerie and Lyra to get out of the ring. The taller brunette complies with this by grabbing her shorter counterpart, hauling her back up, and forcibly shoveling her out through the ropes, waiting to hear the ‘splat’ as Faulk lands on the floor before stepping out to her own corner.
Now only Harriet and Mariel are left in the ring, and it’s clear which is faring better, the Incorporated superstar standing tall and lovely while her counterpart clutches at her hurting ankle and mutters curses into the mat. ‘Legs’ briefly considers reapplying her leglock but instead she decides to give the Fawnamania crowd one more show before she ends it. To achieve this, she dashes off to the nearest ropes, leaps gracefully off the middle strand and extends those exquisite legs out in front of her for a springboard legdrop!
At the last second, Larkin realises her predicament and rolls out from under the Pennsylvanian, leaving her in a painful crash landing on her tush! Harriet stays on her back, taking a few big breaths and blinking away the fog in her head whilst Mariel is busy trying to massage some sensation into her exquisite backside after the whiffed legdrop. It’s the New Mexican who wins the race back to vertical and she celebrates by hopping off both feet and firing a brutal Low Dropkick into ‘Legs’ modest chest.
Sent slamming down to the canvas, Mariel quickly rolls over and grabs hold of the ropes, using it to hold off any further pin attempts but also as a ladder to climb back to her feet. Harriet is up well before her though, lifting her own gorgeous gam up and driving a stomp down into McGinty’s back as she tries to rise. Seeing that the blonde is holding the rope Merle is quick to intervene, yelling “Back off Harriet!” at the big redhead, but all he gets is a sneer in return.
“Get the hell out of my way, stripes!” Larkin demands loudly. “Blondie here just tried to break my ankle and that means I get to put the hurt on WHHHOOOEOAH!” McGinty springs back to vertical and makes full use of those lovely long legs, firing a kick up from almost impossible range and flying…
…straight into Larkin’s hands. There’s no doubt that the newbie doesn’t have the speed or grace to keep up with the Leggs girls, but she shows surprising composure to snatch McGinty’s boot out of the air. With ‘Legs’ reduced to only one foot to balance on Harriet throws herself into a spin and drops to the mat, hurling Mariel over courtesy of a nasty Dragon Screw. To make matters worse Harriet hangs on to that captive ankle, standing up again and repeating the process for a second excruciating impact on the Pennsylvanian’s prized pins!
DOUBLE DRAGON SCREW www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS6tOwGa2A4
An involuntary groan escapes Mariel’s mouth as her knee is jarred by the vicious screw. Things seem to be getting even worse for the blonde though as Harriet keeps hold of her grip and rolls McGinty on to her front. The redhead quickly snares another lovely leg and ties both up into a tight knot with the hurt knee at its center. Then all she has to do is stand up and lean forward, cinching a Reverse Cloverleaf which has finished several girls during FlC’s time in the indies!
FADING STAR www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQWI7XuwPbU
“TAP OUT!” Harriet yells as Mariel writhes and grimaces at the pain in her knee, “Tap right now or I’ll snap your skinny leg off and you’ll have to…ah crap.” The newbie might be skilled but she still lacks experience in the ring, in her excitement she’s locked the hold in far too close to the ropes. Mariel is quick to get her hand on the strands and Merle is immediately demanding a break. “SON OF A BYTCH!” Larkin shouts, and for a few seconds it looks like she might not break the hold even as Merle reaches ‘FOUR’, but after a deep breath she swallows her anger and lets McGinty’s exquisite gams drop free from her grip.
It’s apparent that Harriet is furious, either with herself for the mistake or more likely with the whole world for allowing her to make it. She slams a fist into the canvas in frustration and then stands up, kicking Mariel over onto her back. From the FlC corner comes a calming Aussie voice. “Don’t get angry darl, just let me sort things out” Lyra coos, holding her hand out like a small child demanding a treat. Larkin thinks for a moment, shaking out her auburn mane, and then stomps angrily over to tag her partner into the match.
Faulk vaults into the ring in an instant, dashing to the ropes and springing back with even more momentum. The lightning quick newbie, whom FAWN’s marketing department had already started calling ‘the Chaos Emerald’, ducks her head and pops into a slick forwards roll and then opens her body mid-flip so that her back was driven hard into McGinty’s taut tummy.
ROLLING THUNDER www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-iOHpzNhak
Still a blur of motion, Faulk reaches down and grabs hold of the gasping Incorporated lovely’s arm. Tugging the limb out straight, Lyra takes a firm grip on the captive wrist and slips her legs either side. McGinty tries to roll over to her stomach, hoping to break the hold before it could cinch in, but Lyra simply rolls with her and yanks back on a simple but effective kneeling armbar.
“Sorry darl but you’re just not my type,” she frowns. “Can I get the gazelle girl back please?”
McGinty quickly shakes her head when Merle asks if she wants to submit, but it isn’t clear how she felels about the oddball Aussie’s preference for her partner.
“Awww c'mon, I did say please!” Lyra insists, but instead of a response all she gets is the referee shouting “Break!” as Mariel shifts one sensational stem and drapes it over the nearest rope.
Lyra holds on to the hurting arm until Merle has reached four, then releases, springing to her feet and giving the Pennsylvanian a shove in the direction of her corner. McGinty is happy to hand over to her partner after a punishing last few minutes, but Valerie looks slightly irritated at the prospect of dealing with the cheeky Aussie again.
Stipanovic eases through the cables and starts to circle with Lyra joining her in the dance, licking her lips at a skittish Valerie. Instead of poking out jabs at ‘Stems’, Faulk launches roundhouse slaps at Val’s elevated and diminutive derriere. The nervousness grows in Valerie’s big brown eyes, continuing to be unsure of what Faulk has in mind, but confident she’ll pay for her divided attention.
The seven-inch height advantage makes it easier for Lyra to go low and try and playfully slap booty, but it makes it difficult to do any damage and she’s rewarded for one of her attempts with a long-legged kick to the chest. Faulk grimaces as she backs off, but still gives the Incorporated brunette a wink.
Undeterred, Val steps forward to use her weapons of choice. She feigns a straight kick before pirouetting into a spinning heel kick toward Faulk’s face.
Spinning Heel Kick (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1H-MybqExVo )
But Lyra ducks under and, while ‘Stems’ spins through her swing-and-miss, Faulk waits for the return of her foe’s noggin. She hops slightly to wrap a side headlock around the startled Val. Having to tug Stpanovic’s braincase down to effectively maintain the hold, Faulk takes off for the ropes in front of her, drawing Valerie along for the ride. The Aussie leaps into the top cable in front of her, switching her grip to a ¾ facelock as she does, using the rubber-coated steel to springboard into a perfect cutter.
When Lyra’s backside hits canvas, Valerie’s jaw is jacked into the shoulder of her foe. Val’s head snaps back, Stipanovic bouncing up and ending on her haunches, head drooping, the leggy brunette only partially aware of her surroundings.
Lyra pushes to her feet and nuzzles her crotch into the so-called gazelle’s downturned mug, whether foreplay or insult isn’t entirely clear. But when Val clears her senses, she tries to shove Lyra away. Faulk remains anchored and grabs Val’s dark locks, stuffing her foe’s face in deeper. The maneuver brings ‘Stems’ back like smelling salts and she flails free , popping to her feet and threatening the Aussie in a boxing stance. Lyra offers puckered lips in return and motions Val to come get her.
The Incorporated brunette doesn’t have to be asked twice, even as Mariel pleads with her partner not to get sucked into the rookie’s games. Amazingly, Lyra connects in a collar-and-elbow tie-up with the near six-footer and immediately pays for it as Stipanovic has all the leverage in the world with the Aussie seven inches her junior. She swings her fellow brunette from side to side, Lyra holding on like a bulldog.
‘Stems’ pivots and runs Faulk to the ropes in her grasp, heaving Lyra up and over. As Val turns and starts a rhythmic clap with the crowd, she fails to notice Lyra snatched the top rope on the way over and remains on the apron. A whistle from McGinty makes the leggy brunette aware. She heads toward the tottering Faulk, racing in Lyra’s direction, apparently planning to splash her off the side with her long lean frame.
Lyra has other ideas, and while Val covers the space with her long strides, the Aussie lowers, grabs the middle rope with both hands and slingshots her way through, goring Valerie in the long expanse of her tanned tummy. Val doubles around the impaling shoulder and is PLANTED to the canvas by Lyra’s Arrow of Time.
Arrow of Time (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhSX8bNbYGE )
With the ‘gazelle’ laid out in as big a starfish as any mariner was ever likely to find, a smirking Lyra gathers up both long, slender pins and matchbooks Stipanovic from the side, giving Val a peck on the nose as the ref slaps out the…
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Whether stirred on by the smooch or not, Valerie thrusts her pelvis enough to break free of the matchbook and rolls to her chest so Lyra can’t immediately try again.
But it seems Faulk isn’t interested in another nearfall. Instead, she wraps up the braincase of the ‘gazelle’ and drags the moaning, slightly bent brunette to her feet. Switching her grip from noggin to wrist, Lyra whips Valerie to a neutral corner. Stipanovic turns into the impact and hits with enough force to torn off those legs, Val dropping to her cheeks, long lower limbs extended in front of her.
With Valerie cut down to size, Lyra takes off after her fellow brunette and leaps from a few feet away, her abbreviated legs leading the way as she SLAMS her undercarriage into Valerie’s modest bosom. Grabbing the ropes on either side, the busting of a long-legged bronco begins as Lyra continues her domination, thumping her junk into Val time after time, Stipanovic melting toward horizontal until it’s her face getting the up-close-and-personal treatment.
With the threat of the official disqualifying her increasing, Faulk dismounts and grabs the jellied Val by a shoulder, rolling her out in a somersault toward the middle of the ring. The Aussie climbs the buckles and turns, as it’s time for lights out on the splayed ‘gazelle’.
Lyra measures and skies above the wrecked Val, poised to deliver her signature Entropy.
Entropy (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIQ92z79Oic )
But before she can land the gamechanging senton bomb sure to lead to a gameclosing finisher, Valerie lifts both endless lower limbs and intercepts Lyra on the way down. Skewered in the spine by Valerie’s boot soles, Faulk goes flying. Crashing and burning and ending on her side, a bug-eyed Faulk reaches for her abused vertebrae with both hands. In the FIC corner, a suddenly worried Harriet yells at her partner to tag out, but Lyra can do little more than whimper, massaging her aching backbone.
For her part, the previously subjugated ‘gazelle’ spins to hands and knees and crawls toward salvation in the form of McGinty. The blonde stretches her arm far over the top rope and she tickles fingers with her diving partner.
Leaping over the ropes, Mariel is an immediate sprint, seemingly to stop Lyra from escaping leggy justice. However, McGinty’s long strides swing her right past the still recovering Faulk and into a Big Boot OVER the top rope and into the chin of the unsuspecting Harriet. The towering redhead is sent soaring off the apron in a 180-degree spinning flight that ends with her crashing chest-first into the steel barricade, her body snapping back in a whiplash of an impact.
As Larkin lies spread-eagled, gazing at the rafters from half-lidded eyes, Mariel pulls her extended, seemingly unending right leg off the uppermost cable, plants it, and returns to a rising Faulk.
Slowly Lyra rises to her feet, unaware of her opponent’s whereabouts and perhaps even who her opponent is at the moment. She gets a faceful when Mariel races at the turning Faulk, leaping into her chest, crotch slamming against the Aussie’s face. McGinty rides the diminutive rookie to the canvas, NAILING shoulders and skull to the canvas with a jumping leg lariat.
Jumping Leg Lariat (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-n9bkfgdNA )
The long-legged blonde spins off her seat, deciding to press her body across Lyra’s with a conventional pin instead of leaving her leg lying across Faulk’s shoulders for the…
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The rookie shoves a shoulder up with a split-second to spare. As if reading Mariel’s mind, Valerie decides to take a few liberties with the faltering Faulk and provide some payback for the domination she’d suffered under her fellow brunette’s control.
With Lyra splayed in the middle of the ring, Valerie enters and plucks Alyson's ankles off the deck, spreading her foe's legs wide. Stipanovic ignores the complaints of the ref, particularly since he hasn’t started a count. With a mischievous look on her face, she stares down into Lyra’s face, expecting fear and pleading. But instead, Faulk beams.
“You can always have access my sweet gazelle.”
As Val’s face twists in confusion, Mariel heads for the ropes at Faulk's side. As the blonde’s back connects with the rubber-coated steel, Valerie leaps into the air, legs extended inside Lyra's. She lands with a THUMP, stretching the groin muscles of Faulk to the snapping point. With Lyra rising to a seated position, snatching between her thighs, 'Stems' sends a boot sole into her foe's chest, sending the rookie flat and just in time for a front flipping Mariel, whose legs circle into a doubly destructive leg drop to the neck and chest of her foe, the team completing the Legs of Lambasting.
The near simultaneous attacks leave Lyra a mess and, while Valerie heads for the exit, sliding out under the ropes, Mariel cradles Faulk up tight. A struggling Harriet is up on the floor but only notices the dire straits with slap number…
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…and THREE!!!
Val beats Harriet into the ring and races across the canvas as Larkin slips through the ropes. By the time the Ivory Tower is fully through and extending to her full height, Stipanovic is there with a Big Boot to the jaw that levels FIC’s chances of post-match retribution.
Instead, Mariel pushes off Lyra’s body and meets her fellow member of Leggs, Inc. mid-ring. They share a hug as the FAWNatics serenade them with musical chants of “HOT…LEGS” and the ring announcer making things official.
“Your winners…by pinfall…Mariel McGinty and Valerie Stipanovic…Leggs, Inc.”
The delighted victors break from their clinch and raise each other’s inner arm high, an important Mania moment theirs to claim and an important step in moving from stalled phenoms to top level tag talent taken.