beerbaron2
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The Story So Far
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Liv Morgan and Toni Storm's Grand Con-spiracy
The buzz that had pervaded the convention floor throughout the day had turned into a more intense sound -- almost a hum -- by that evening. A throng of onlookers stood packed in front of and around the stage, which had been placed in the largest ballroom at the venue. So many had turned out.
The thing that had drawn them: a single Instagram post from earlier in the day that now had thousands of comments and shares, with likes in the six-digits.
“BREAKING NEWS! Tonight at NERD CON, don’t miss a special charity event with special guests, Toni Storm and Liv Morgan! Raffle tickets are still available to interact “directly” with these two wrestling stars! You’ve seen them in the ring and on TV, but never like this!”
What began as a playful interaction in the locker room, then led to a mischievous attempt at reciprocity during Toni’s signing, had become the main attraction of the night.
There on the stage, rested the wooden stocks. Polished. Solid. Heavy. Two padded chairs, the type you find in any conference room in any high-dollar hotel in the area, sat behind the stocks, which had two sets of holes for two sets of ankles. There was enough room in front of the stocks on the stage for someone to stand, sit or kneel without risk of tumbling off.
And above it all, a donation counter ticked upward rapidly in real time with a Cashapp handle for the cause emblazoned beneath it on a glossy banner.
Behind one of the side doors that accessed the ballroom, the two participants waited. Liv Morgan, no longer going incognito, had returned to her desired casual style: a designer hoodie and sweats, with a pair of custom sneakers and socks – always, always socks – on her feet. Toni Storm was wearing a short, but not overly short, dress like a 1950s pin-up might have worn. Her legs were bare and she was already carrying her red high heels in one hand.
“Nervous?” Liv asked quietly.
“Nonsense, darling, I stand as a hallmark of composure.” Toni, in full character despite not being in front of the public yet, lifted her chin as she spoke.
“I had you squealing this afternoon, but whatever.”
“A stylistic decision on my part,” Toni said. “I wanted you to be reassured that the fruits of your labor had been truly earned.”
With that, the door opened.
A roar came up from the crowd. Liv's eyes widened at the mass of humanity that was waiting on them. She forced a smile and wave.
Liv was no stranger to performing in front of large crowds: massive arenas with tens of thousands of spectators. But this was different. Intimate. And instead of wrestling or talking on the microphone, where Liv could perform and had control, she was going to be tickled – which, throughout her life, had put her in situations where she had very little control.
Liv’s vulnerability would be on full display in front of a packed ballroom of people. Just thinking of it made her heart race and her toes curl inside her sneakers as she climbed the short three steps up onto the stage.
As had usually been the case whenever she went into public the last several years, Toni Storm was in full “Timeless” persona from the moment the door opened. She went gliding up onto the stage: striking her pose as if she was taking part in a photo shoot as opposed to being on the cusp of getting restrained and tickled for charity.
Toni leaned into the moment, walking in front of the stocks and reaching out to high five fans in the front row. On her way back around the stocks, she ran her hand across the top, putting a hand against her mouth in mock surprise and terror.
Internally, Toni was far less composed. The prospect of trying to maintain character in such a setting, while being tickled? Quite the challenge indeed. In fact, when she was first approached for this charity endeavor, Toni had intended to decline.
Until her autograph signing. Until Liv Morgan successfully infiltrated underneath her table and proceeded to wreak havoc on her sensitive soles and toes. Toni hadn’t admitted it, but Liv’s deliberate ministrations had pushed her to the brink. She had come so close to just breaking out in laughter. To beg Liv to stop.
At least this way, Toni thought, we go down cackling like mad together.
And wouldn’t that be a lot of fun?
“How’s everybody doin’ tonight?!” the emcee for the event said. “We want to thank everyone for coming out tonight, and a special thanks to everyone who’s donated. We also want to thank those who entered our raffle to have hands-on participation –" The emcee did air quotes for “hands-on”, provoking a chuckle in the crowd, “and the four top bidders, who have all passed their background checks, will get to join in the fun tonight as a result.
“We’re going to put each of our celebrity guests in the stocks one at a time… and then together. The more money you donate, the more we’re going to make them laugh. So whaddya say, are you ready to kick things off?!?”
A roar from the crowd.
“Miss Storm, into the stocks if you will, please…”
ROUND ONE
Toni approached the stocks taking one slow, exaggerated step at the time, like the heroine surrendering to her fate in a Shakespearean tragedy.
“Alas!” she said, placing the back of one hand against her forehead. “Your leading lady must suffer for her audience…”
Another roar from the crowd. Toni reached out and grasped the hand of a security guard, raising both their arms over head as he “assisted” her into the chair, extending her shoes with her other hand as she did.
“Hold onto these for me, please, my good man ...”
Slowly, she placed her feet on the half-circles of the open stocks.
Soles exposed.
Toes flexing with curiosity.
The emcee played to the crowd before swinging the top of the stocks down shut, followed by a distinctive snick as he closed the padlock, securing Toni in place.
You will not break first, Toni thought. Maintain character. This is just another stage …
The first raffle winner emerged from stage right, a younger man wearing a Toni Storm T-shirt. He just grinned without a word and began brushing his fingertips back and forth across the center of the arch on her right foot.
Toni’s shoulders tensed and she hissed as she inhaled sharply.
“Th-that…” she said. “Is completely tolerable!”
The “ete” in completely came out as a squeak as the raffle winner started simultaneously swirling two fingers in the center of her left arch as well.
I can manage this, Toni thought.
And she believed it – until Liv started talking.
Liv had to admit it. Teasing Toni under the table and trying to make her break character was a good time. But standing there, watching someone put Toni through her ticklish paces?
That might have been even better.
Liv folded her arms and leaned against the stocks, watching as the raffle winner explored Toni’s arches.
“You good, Toni? Looks intense,” she said.
Toni shot a glare at Liv – only for a split second, as a fresh wave of tickling across her soles made her twist and turn. Her fists opened and closed, fingers reaching in vain to attempt to extract her feet from their precarious position.
“Hey fella, don’t neglect under the toes,” Liv said. “Very sensitive.”
The raffle winner wandered north and quickly found a more sensitive climate.
Instantly, cracks in Toni’s composure.
A full-on guffaw slipped through her clenched lips, escaping like a convict running for freedom after clearing the outside wall of their prison.
Then, suddenly, a loud cha-ching! rang out.
“One of our donation milestones has been reached!” the emcee said.
A brief flicker of panic on Toni’s face.
Liv smiled from ear to ear.
If only I had some popcorn … she thought.
Why are my feet so damnably sensitive?!? Toni thought, before the cha-ching! Interrupted.
“One of our donation milestones has been reached!” the emcee said.
Before Toni could even start to ask what that meant, a second raffle winner stepped up on the other side of the stocks: a petite redheaded woman with a pageboy haircut, wearing an AEW T-shirt.
“Hi, Toni,” she said. “I’ve been looking forward to this…”
The woman raised her hands, wiggling fingers ornamented with black acrylic nails.
Oh noooo, Toni thought.
Now both soles under attack at once: the man using one hand to hold back the toes on her right foot and make slow teasing strokes on the newly discovered (for him) undersides. Maddening, but the woman’s approach made Toni jump in her chair: her long artificial nails scribbling rapidly in the arch of her left foot, then, quickly, the right foot as well.
She tried and failed to suppress a squeal at the dual sensations.
“The unabashed betrayal!” she said.
Liv leaned close to Toni.
“Do they also lack commitment?” Liv whispered in her ear.
At that moment, the two ticklers shifted techniques without speaking.
Slow, teasing strokes up and down her soles. Long nails – those infernal nails! – now scribbling under the toes of both feet.
The change of pace derailed Toni’s rhythm.
She laughed open-mouthed, curling her toes and contorting her body as much as her current confinement permitted.
“And that’s time!” the emcee proclaimed.
Five minutes that, to Toni, felt like an eternity. Swinging out of the stocks, Toni stumbled briefly, red-faced, hair askew until she smoothed it back into place. The motion helped stabilize her composure and, more importantly, her character.
“The star remains non-plussed!” Toni said, still breathing hard. She half-turned to Liv, one eyebrow raised. “Ready for your spotlight, Ms. Morgan?”
ROUND TWO
The crowd was chanting Liv’s name as she approached the stocks. Once again, she smiled and waved, while inside, she squirmed.
Liv leaned down, the picture of poise, and began unlacing her sneakers while trying to will her hands not to shake.
“Now,” Toni said, “As Young Liv prepares to slay this dragon, shall she retain her armor? Or…”
Liv climbed into the half-circles, still wearing her socks. Instinct took over and she bit her lip as the emcee swung the stocks shut, securing them once more with the padlock.
“Now, now, now!” Toni said, walking around to the front of the stocks. “This hardly seems fair. Does not such a clash of titans deserve an even playing field?”
The crowd roared in approval as Toni turned around and gripped the toes of Liv’s socks. She clenched her feet but to no avail as Toni whipped off the socks with a magician’s flourish.
“Ta-daaaa!” Toni said, whirling back to face Liv. “And that, my dear, is for you telling them about my toes…”
Toni withdrew as Liv’s raffle winner came onto the stage.
The opening movement: a single finger ending in a short nail dragging across one arch, then the other.
Liv exploded with a laugh.
Toni’s eyes sparkled at the reaction.
“So visceral!” she breathed.
The tickler heeded. Fingers fluttered. Liv bucked hard in the chair, throwing her head back in an unrestrained guffaw.
“Oh no–I–that’s just unfair!” Liv covered her face as she descended into a seemingly endless stream of giggles.
Cha-ching!
“Another donation milestone!” the emcee proclaimed.
A second tickler joined in on Liv’s feet.
Liv’s laughter quickly swelled from constant to frantic – breathless.
“Too much too much!” Liv was able to squeak out. “Even for charityyyyy!”
“Why darling, I’m nothing if not charitable!” Toni said, holding a hand to her chest in mock offense. “In fact, I shall donate some advice to these generous raffle winners myself. Mind not to neglect the toes, gentlemen…”
An ear-piercing shriek directly preceded Liv tapping out frantically against the top of the stocks, failing to outlast the timer.
She drooped, gasping for air, feeling sweat on her back as she slumped back against the chair.
Toni stepped forward, offering Liv a hand.
A red-faced Liv reached out to accept, and grabbed Toni by the wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going…” Liv said with a predatory smile.
ROUND THREE
Both at once! Both at once! Both at once!
The crowd chanted their intention as Toni was locked into the stocks next to Liv.
The four raffle winners approached: the two who tickled Toni now applying their devastating digits to Liv, and vice versa,
“Start the clock!” the emcee said.
“You started this,” Liv muttered.
“You escalated,” Toni replied, her character’s voice suddenly absent in the low exchange.
From the initial touch of motivated fingers on extended bare soles, bedlam erupted in a simultaneous explosion of mirth.
Liv’s face turned as bright red as the limited edition sneakers she had worn to this event, undone as long acrylic nails glided over her soles. Skittered across arches. Danced under wiggling toes.
Toni fared no better. Both her ticklers had zeroed in underneath the toes.
The laughter was immediate, vociferous, and uncontrollable.
Both Toni and Liv thrashed in their restraints, shoulders bumping incidentally as they twisted.
“Give uhuhup!” Liv exclaimed.
“Neverrrrhahahaha!” Toni replied, her composure slipping from a renewed wiggle beneath her toes.
“It’s the toes! Stay on the toes!” Liv squeaked out.
“Quiet you!” Toni shot her left arm out, squeezing Liv’s ribcage.
Liv twisted and squirmed. “Yeeeeha!”
“Aha!” Toni said.
Her confidence was short-lived as Liv reciprocated.
“Eeeeek!” Toni squealed.
Now there were four raffle winners who had paid their hard-earned money to provoke the soles of the two wrestling stars doing their work, while Liv and Toni exchanged haphazard rib tickles to one another.
“OK, folks, switch!” the emcee called out.
Now Toni’s two ticklers from her round returned to the feet of the Timeless one, while Liv’s did the same. Their previous familiarity allowed them to memorize the worse reactions from the earlier rounds and put them to fiendish use here.
Both Toni and Liv shrieked.
The crowd cheered in delight.
Grasps at ribs and sides faded as Liv grabbed at Toni again. Not to achieve wrist control, but to clutch her hand. Toni blinked back at Liv, whose makeup had begun to smear with tears of laughter, and reciprocated the grip.
There they sat: rivals in this joyous endeavor, hands clasped, laughing with reckless abandon as they twisted in a synchronized chair dance of chaos.
“Oh gahahahad!” Liv said, throwing her head back.
Toni saw Liv was teetering on the edge, and –
“No mohohore!” Toni said.
“I give I give I GIVE!” Liv proclaimed a half-second later.
Immediately, the four ticklers withdrew. Liv yanked her feet back quickly as if they had been burned by the wooden stocks, losing her balance and tumbling out of her chair to the padded mat covering the stage. Toni, likewise, found the mat to be a more welcome landing spot.
The two women lay there, obscured from view by the crowd in near entirety.
“Oh god, that was rough,” Liv said.
“It’s the toes,” Toni mimicked. “You are incorrigible.”
“Oh please… you loved it…” Liv replied.
The two women lay there for several beats, regaining their wind.
A shoulder nudge from Liv, now turning her head to look at Toni.
“Friends?”
Toni scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“Rivals,” she countered.
As she spoke, Toni reached out, threading her fingers through Liv’s in a tight squeeze.
Above them, on the other side of the stocks, where things were more perilous and far more ticklish, the crowd cheered them both.
To Be Continued
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Liv Morgan and Toni Storm's Grand Con-spiracy
The buzz that had pervaded the convention floor throughout the day had turned into a more intense sound -- almost a hum -- by that evening. A throng of onlookers stood packed in front of and around the stage, which had been placed in the largest ballroom at the venue. So many had turned out.
The thing that had drawn them: a single Instagram post from earlier in the day that now had thousands of comments and shares, with likes in the six-digits.
“BREAKING NEWS! Tonight at NERD CON, don’t miss a special charity event with special guests, Toni Storm and Liv Morgan! Raffle tickets are still available to interact “directly” with these two wrestling stars! You’ve seen them in the ring and on TV, but never like this!”
What began as a playful interaction in the locker room, then led to a mischievous attempt at reciprocity during Toni’s signing, had become the main attraction of the night.
There on the stage, rested the wooden stocks. Polished. Solid. Heavy. Two padded chairs, the type you find in any conference room in any high-dollar hotel in the area, sat behind the stocks, which had two sets of holes for two sets of ankles. There was enough room in front of the stocks on the stage for someone to stand, sit or kneel without risk of tumbling off.
And above it all, a donation counter ticked upward rapidly in real time with a Cashapp handle for the cause emblazoned beneath it on a glossy banner.
Behind one of the side doors that accessed the ballroom, the two participants waited. Liv Morgan, no longer going incognito, had returned to her desired casual style: a designer hoodie and sweats, with a pair of custom sneakers and socks – always, always socks – on her feet. Toni Storm was wearing a short, but not overly short, dress like a 1950s pin-up might have worn. Her legs were bare and she was already carrying her red high heels in one hand.
“Nervous?” Liv asked quietly.
“Nonsense, darling, I stand as a hallmark of composure.” Toni, in full character despite not being in front of the public yet, lifted her chin as she spoke.
“I had you squealing this afternoon, but whatever.”
“A stylistic decision on my part,” Toni said. “I wanted you to be reassured that the fruits of your labor had been truly earned.”
With that, the door opened.
A roar came up from the crowd. Liv's eyes widened at the mass of humanity that was waiting on them. She forced a smile and wave.
Liv was no stranger to performing in front of large crowds: massive arenas with tens of thousands of spectators. But this was different. Intimate. And instead of wrestling or talking on the microphone, where Liv could perform and had control, she was going to be tickled – which, throughout her life, had put her in situations where she had very little control.
Liv’s vulnerability would be on full display in front of a packed ballroom of people. Just thinking of it made her heart race and her toes curl inside her sneakers as she climbed the short three steps up onto the stage.
As had usually been the case whenever she went into public the last several years, Toni Storm was in full “Timeless” persona from the moment the door opened. She went gliding up onto the stage: striking her pose as if she was taking part in a photo shoot as opposed to being on the cusp of getting restrained and tickled for charity.
Toni leaned into the moment, walking in front of the stocks and reaching out to high five fans in the front row. On her way back around the stocks, she ran her hand across the top, putting a hand against her mouth in mock surprise and terror.
Internally, Toni was far less composed. The prospect of trying to maintain character in such a setting, while being tickled? Quite the challenge indeed. In fact, when she was first approached for this charity endeavor, Toni had intended to decline.
Until her autograph signing. Until Liv Morgan successfully infiltrated underneath her table and proceeded to wreak havoc on her sensitive soles and toes. Toni hadn’t admitted it, but Liv’s deliberate ministrations had pushed her to the brink. She had come so close to just breaking out in laughter. To beg Liv to stop.
At least this way, Toni thought, we go down cackling like mad together.
And wouldn’t that be a lot of fun?
“How’s everybody doin’ tonight?!” the emcee for the event said. “We want to thank everyone for coming out tonight, and a special thanks to everyone who’s donated. We also want to thank those who entered our raffle to have hands-on participation –" The emcee did air quotes for “hands-on”, provoking a chuckle in the crowd, “and the four top bidders, who have all passed their background checks, will get to join in the fun tonight as a result.
“We’re going to put each of our celebrity guests in the stocks one at a time… and then together. The more money you donate, the more we’re going to make them laugh. So whaddya say, are you ready to kick things off?!?”
A roar from the crowd.
“Miss Storm, into the stocks if you will, please…”
ROUND ONE
Toni approached the stocks taking one slow, exaggerated step at the time, like the heroine surrendering to her fate in a Shakespearean tragedy.
“Alas!” she said, placing the back of one hand against her forehead. “Your leading lady must suffer for her audience…”
Another roar from the crowd. Toni reached out and grasped the hand of a security guard, raising both their arms over head as he “assisted” her into the chair, extending her shoes with her other hand as she did.
“Hold onto these for me, please, my good man ...”
Slowly, she placed her feet on the half-circles of the open stocks.
Soles exposed.
Toes flexing with curiosity.
The emcee played to the crowd before swinging the top of the stocks down shut, followed by a distinctive snick as he closed the padlock, securing Toni in place.
You will not break first, Toni thought. Maintain character. This is just another stage …
The first raffle winner emerged from stage right, a younger man wearing a Toni Storm T-shirt. He just grinned without a word and began brushing his fingertips back and forth across the center of the arch on her right foot.
Toni’s shoulders tensed and she hissed as she inhaled sharply.
“Th-that…” she said. “Is completely tolerable!”
The “ete” in completely came out as a squeak as the raffle winner started simultaneously swirling two fingers in the center of her left arch as well.
I can manage this, Toni thought.
And she believed it – until Liv started talking.
Liv had to admit it. Teasing Toni under the table and trying to make her break character was a good time. But standing there, watching someone put Toni through her ticklish paces?
That might have been even better.
Liv folded her arms and leaned against the stocks, watching as the raffle winner explored Toni’s arches.
“You good, Toni? Looks intense,” she said.
Toni shot a glare at Liv – only for a split second, as a fresh wave of tickling across her soles made her twist and turn. Her fists opened and closed, fingers reaching in vain to attempt to extract her feet from their precarious position.
“Hey fella, don’t neglect under the toes,” Liv said. “Very sensitive.”
The raffle winner wandered north and quickly found a more sensitive climate.
Instantly, cracks in Toni’s composure.
A full-on guffaw slipped through her clenched lips, escaping like a convict running for freedom after clearing the outside wall of their prison.
Then, suddenly, a loud cha-ching! rang out.
“One of our donation milestones has been reached!” the emcee said.
A brief flicker of panic on Toni’s face.
Liv smiled from ear to ear.
If only I had some popcorn … she thought.
Why are my feet so damnably sensitive?!? Toni thought, before the cha-ching! Interrupted.
“One of our donation milestones has been reached!” the emcee said.
Before Toni could even start to ask what that meant, a second raffle winner stepped up on the other side of the stocks: a petite redheaded woman with a pageboy haircut, wearing an AEW T-shirt.
“Hi, Toni,” she said. “I’ve been looking forward to this…”
The woman raised her hands, wiggling fingers ornamented with black acrylic nails.
Oh noooo, Toni thought.
Now both soles under attack at once: the man using one hand to hold back the toes on her right foot and make slow teasing strokes on the newly discovered (for him) undersides. Maddening, but the woman’s approach made Toni jump in her chair: her long artificial nails scribbling rapidly in the arch of her left foot, then, quickly, the right foot as well.
She tried and failed to suppress a squeal at the dual sensations.
“The unabashed betrayal!” she said.
Liv leaned close to Toni.
“Do they also lack commitment?” Liv whispered in her ear.
At that moment, the two ticklers shifted techniques without speaking.
Slow, teasing strokes up and down her soles. Long nails – those infernal nails! – now scribbling under the toes of both feet.
The change of pace derailed Toni’s rhythm.
She laughed open-mouthed, curling her toes and contorting her body as much as her current confinement permitted.
“And that’s time!” the emcee proclaimed.
Five minutes that, to Toni, felt like an eternity. Swinging out of the stocks, Toni stumbled briefly, red-faced, hair askew until she smoothed it back into place. The motion helped stabilize her composure and, more importantly, her character.
“The star remains non-plussed!” Toni said, still breathing hard. She half-turned to Liv, one eyebrow raised. “Ready for your spotlight, Ms. Morgan?”
ROUND TWO
The crowd was chanting Liv’s name as she approached the stocks. Once again, she smiled and waved, while inside, she squirmed.
Liv leaned down, the picture of poise, and began unlacing her sneakers while trying to will her hands not to shake.
“Now,” Toni said, “As Young Liv prepares to slay this dragon, shall she retain her armor? Or…”
Liv climbed into the half-circles, still wearing her socks. Instinct took over and she bit her lip as the emcee swung the stocks shut, securing them once more with the padlock.
“Now, now, now!” Toni said, walking around to the front of the stocks. “This hardly seems fair. Does not such a clash of titans deserve an even playing field?”
The crowd roared in approval as Toni turned around and gripped the toes of Liv’s socks. She clenched her feet but to no avail as Toni whipped off the socks with a magician’s flourish.
“Ta-daaaa!” Toni said, whirling back to face Liv. “And that, my dear, is for you telling them about my toes…”
Toni withdrew as Liv’s raffle winner came onto the stage.
The opening movement: a single finger ending in a short nail dragging across one arch, then the other.
Liv exploded with a laugh.
Toni’s eyes sparkled at the reaction.
“So visceral!” she breathed.
The tickler heeded. Fingers fluttered. Liv bucked hard in the chair, throwing her head back in an unrestrained guffaw.
“Oh no–I–that’s just unfair!” Liv covered her face as she descended into a seemingly endless stream of giggles.
Cha-ching!
“Another donation milestone!” the emcee proclaimed.
A second tickler joined in on Liv’s feet.
Liv’s laughter quickly swelled from constant to frantic – breathless.
“Too much too much!” Liv was able to squeak out. “Even for charityyyyy!”
“Why darling, I’m nothing if not charitable!” Toni said, holding a hand to her chest in mock offense. “In fact, I shall donate some advice to these generous raffle winners myself. Mind not to neglect the toes, gentlemen…”
An ear-piercing shriek directly preceded Liv tapping out frantically against the top of the stocks, failing to outlast the timer.
She drooped, gasping for air, feeling sweat on her back as she slumped back against the chair.
Toni stepped forward, offering Liv a hand.
A red-faced Liv reached out to accept, and grabbed Toni by the wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going…” Liv said with a predatory smile.
ROUND THREE
Both at once! Both at once! Both at once!
The crowd chanted their intention as Toni was locked into the stocks next to Liv.
The four raffle winners approached: the two who tickled Toni now applying their devastating digits to Liv, and vice versa,
“Start the clock!” the emcee said.
“You started this,” Liv muttered.
“You escalated,” Toni replied, her character’s voice suddenly absent in the low exchange.
From the initial touch of motivated fingers on extended bare soles, bedlam erupted in a simultaneous explosion of mirth.
Liv’s face turned as bright red as the limited edition sneakers she had worn to this event, undone as long acrylic nails glided over her soles. Skittered across arches. Danced under wiggling toes.
Toni fared no better. Both her ticklers had zeroed in underneath the toes.
The laughter was immediate, vociferous, and uncontrollable.
Both Toni and Liv thrashed in their restraints, shoulders bumping incidentally as they twisted.
“Give uhuhup!” Liv exclaimed.
“Neverrrrhahahaha!” Toni replied, her composure slipping from a renewed wiggle beneath her toes.
“It’s the toes! Stay on the toes!” Liv squeaked out.
“Quiet you!” Toni shot her left arm out, squeezing Liv’s ribcage.
Liv twisted and squirmed. “Yeeeeha!”
“Aha!” Toni said.
Her confidence was short-lived as Liv reciprocated.
“Eeeeek!” Toni squealed.
Now there were four raffle winners who had paid their hard-earned money to provoke the soles of the two wrestling stars doing their work, while Liv and Toni exchanged haphazard rib tickles to one another.
“OK, folks, switch!” the emcee called out.
Now Toni’s two ticklers from her round returned to the feet of the Timeless one, while Liv’s did the same. Their previous familiarity allowed them to memorize the worse reactions from the earlier rounds and put them to fiendish use here.
Both Toni and Liv shrieked.
The crowd cheered in delight.
Grasps at ribs and sides faded as Liv grabbed at Toni again. Not to achieve wrist control, but to clutch her hand. Toni blinked back at Liv, whose makeup had begun to smear with tears of laughter, and reciprocated the grip.
There they sat: rivals in this joyous endeavor, hands clasped, laughing with reckless abandon as they twisted in a synchronized chair dance of chaos.
“Oh gahahahad!” Liv said, throwing her head back.
Toni saw Liv was teetering on the edge, and –
“No mohohore!” Toni said.
“I give I give I GIVE!” Liv proclaimed a half-second later.
Immediately, the four ticklers withdrew. Liv yanked her feet back quickly as if they had been burned by the wooden stocks, losing her balance and tumbling out of her chair to the padded mat covering the stage. Toni, likewise, found the mat to be a more welcome landing spot.
The two women lay there, obscured from view by the crowd in near entirety.
“Oh god, that was rough,” Liv said.
“It’s the toes,” Toni mimicked. “You are incorrigible.”
“Oh please… you loved it…” Liv replied.
The two women lay there for several beats, regaining their wind.
A shoulder nudge from Liv, now turning her head to look at Toni.
“Friends?”
Toni scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“Rivals,” she countered.
As she spoke, Toni reached out, threading her fingers through Liv’s in a tight squeeze.
Above them, on the other side of the stocks, where things were more perilous and far more ticklish, the crowd cheered them both.
To Be Continued
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