The house lights in FAWN Arena go dim and a lone spotlight follows the ring announcer as he steps into the ring. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he begins, bellowing into the microphone, “it is time to return to the MADHOUSE!” This brings the FAWN faithful to their feet with a raucous round of applause, which the announcer waits out before continuing. “The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it will be an Apartment House Wrestling match, contested under European rules! The only ways to win this match are via submission, knockout, referee stoppage, or…” The announcer stumbles over his words a bit, which elicits a chuckle from the more seasoned FAWN fans who knew exactly why he stumbled. He tries to recover, though, clearing his throat to buy some time, “...o-or...to make your opponent...er…”climax”.” This declaration brings a chorus of salacious cheers. The FAWN faithful had always looked forward to penthouse wrestling for obvious reasons, but this one had an undercurrent of hatred and personal issues that hadn’t been seen in such a match since perhaps even Dare vs. Lemarchand, which added to the anticipation even more. “And so,” the ring announcer continued, now fully recovered, “without further ado, please direct your attention to the FAWNTron, and we will join our combatants at the Madhouse!”
With that, the spotlight on the ring goes out, and a new one shines on the FAWNTron. The FAWN logo displayed on the jumbo screen fades to black, and moments later, it cuts to the inside of a posh-looking apartment with walls painted midnight blue, and a greyish, almost silver carpet. Hunter green leather furniture adorns the living room with a glass coffee table in the middle. Near the coat rack beside the front door stands Algernon Carpenter, the assigned official for this match. After a few more moments of setting the scene the front door to the apartment flies open and a figure cloaked in a black hooded trench coat steps through. Pulling the hood back, the first woman in this contest is announced.
KANAKO AKIYAMA
“Introducing first,” the ring announcer at FAWN Arena bellows, “hailing from Los Angeles, California. She stands five feet, two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred twelve pounds. She is the Modern Day Ronin, this is KANAKO AKIYAMA!!” The live crowd roars its approval as the fan favorite removes her trench coat, revealing a simple red silk bra and panties set underneath as she hangs the coat on the coat rack.
“Hey, Kanako.” Al greets the Modern Day Ronin as she does some stretching, “You know I gotta check your bag, right?”
Kanako nods, continuing her calisthenics, “Go ahead, I’ve got no weapons in there. Just a change of clothes and this and that I might need to spend the night here.”
Al nods and kneels down, opening the bag. “So,” he begins some small talk as he roots about the bag, “You avoiding Merle again? He’s been trying to get a hold of you to apologize in person for screwing up your match at Summer Swelter.”
Kanako sighs and looks at him incredulously, “Really? You’re doing this
now?!”
“Yes, I am,” the referee is quick to reply as he continues his inspection, “because we’re both here now, and I’m sick of being the go-between here, like the two of you are in goddamned high school!” he admonishes her as he pauses to look at her, “You’re adults.
Act like it!”
She huffs and closes her eyes, as if she’s trying to force the words out of her mouth, “Fine. Give me his number and leave it in my bag. I’ll call him when this is over. We good?”
Al nods, “Yeah, of course you’re clean. I had no doubts about it.” He smiles as he slips a scrap of paper into the gym bag before closing it, “I figured that’d be what you said.” he explains to Kanako’s unspoken question. He then stands up and holds his hands out to her. “All right, now let’s see your hands.” Kanako complies and Al inspects the Tokyo Tiger’s freshly neatly manicured nails. He nods in approval and steps away as Kanako takes in her surroundings, rapping her knuckles on the walls of the apartment now and then. “Uhm…” Al finally speaks up, “what are you doing?”
“Hm?” she answers absently as she continues as she was, “Oh, nothing. Call it a good luck ritual.” she says unconvincingly, to which Al shrugs and waits for Kanako’s opponent. He doesn’t have to wait for long as Lady Lydia Lethbridge emerges from the hallway.
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
“And her opponent,” the ring announcer booms to the live crowd, “from London, England, she stands five feet, two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred seventeen pounds….this is LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE!!” The live crowd showers the British Blueblood with jeers and boos as she struts into the living room, wearing a royal blue ensemble that looks rather close to her normal ring gear; a corset, panties with a garter belt and stockings.
“About time you showed up.” Lethbridge snorts derisively as Al inspects Her Ladyship’s nails as he did Kanako’s. “I was starting to think you actually found some common sense and decided to no-show.” She licks her lips, grinning like a Cheshire Cat watching Kanako smolder. “Tell me something, you worthless slag,” she continues when her taunting fails to get a verbal response, “is the rumor true that you almost let Yoona Park take your place against me?” With that, Kanako has to be physically restrained by Al, resulting in mocking laughter from the busty brunette. “Oh, you are too easy, Akiyama! And that’s gonna be your downfall. Even if it’s not true, you should’ve let Park stand in for you. Not that that dumb slut would’ve fared any better, but it would’ve spared you needless suffering.”
“Don’t worry about Yoona, you rotten bitch!” Kanako shouts, still struggling against Al, “Worry about what you’re gonna do with yourself after I fucking break you in half!”
“We shall see…” Lydia replies carelessly with a dismissive wave of her hand, “I’m going to enjoy breaking your spirit, loser.”
“All right, that’s enough!” Al finally speaks up as he shoves Kanako back, which surprises her enough to cease her struggling. Lydia rolls her eyes, but she shuts up too as Carpenter lays down the law. “Now, look! This is an anything goes match, and I know the two of you hate each other and are gonna tear into each other the moment I say go. But I will NOT tolerate either of you deliberately trying to injure the other. I won’t hesitate to call this match if things start going too far. Am I clear?” Both women slowly nod. “Good. Then, when you’re ready to start, let’s get this over with.”
“Hmmm…” Lydia appears to be lost in thought as she eyes her rival with contempt. “Well, traditionally, an affair such as this would start with our hands in each other’s hair to test each other’s mettle. But,” she then gestures to Kanako and her head of two-inch long (short?) hair, “that would hardly be fair, would it? And you’re
all about fair play, right? So, I guess...plan B would be a mut-AAAARRRRGH!!”
As much as Kanako values “fair play”, as Lydia put it, she was beyond tired of hearing Lydia talk, and Al said go, so all bets were off as she leveled the British Blueblood with a right cross. She would abide by the trappings of this match, but for all the talk of carnal malfeasance from Yoona in trying to talk Kanako out of this match, at its core, as far as she was concerned, this was a
fight. She didn’t give a damn about “tradition”, she didn’t care about how these things usually go down. All she cared about was punching Lethbridge in the fucking face, over and over again, until she stopped moving. And with that in mind, she went to work, peppering Lydia’s face and body with rapid-fire punches with all the speed and power that her rage could summon forth.
For her part, Lydia does her best to cover up to fend off the relentless assault. Unfortunately for her, for the most part her attempts to parry the Japanese fighter are unsuccessful, with Kanako’s force and fury easily breaking through Her Ladyship’s meager defenses. Finally, after using her hated rival as a heavy bag for well over a minute, Kanako floors Lydia with a wild haymaker that nails her square in the jaw. The Tokyo Tiger, seeing blood in the water (literally, from a split lip courtesy of one of Kanako’s many punches to the face), pounces, and lays in a pair of brutal knees to the side of Lady Lydia’s skull before mounting her.
“RRRGH!!” Lydia growls as she struggles unsuccessfully to shake her foe loose. “Get the fuck off me, you bloody cow!”
“Cow?” Kanako wrinkles her nose at the mild insult, “You’re the one with udders, you fucking bitch!” With that, she gives the British Blueblood’s massive bosom a hard slap from the side, eliciting a pained yelp from the Black Sheep, as well as causing her aforementioned tits to jiggle a bit. Lydia then yells in pain as Kanako clamps down on her boobs and digs in. “As much as I’d love to torture you...hear you scream...I’m more interested in causing more lasting harm. Soooo…” With that, she releases Lydia’s over-inflated teats and levels her with a precision elbow strike right at the bridge of her nose. Almost immediately, blood spurts from her nose, running down her face and the side of her neck.
“AAAGHHH!!” Lydia screams, “You ficking BITCH!! You broke my fucking nose AGAIN!!”
“Just making sure your plastic surgeon stays in business, cunt. Come here…” She climbs off Lydia and hauls her to her feet roughly to her feet by the hair, eliciting a howl of pain from the brunette. Kanako then walks her over to the front door and violently shoves her head into it once, twice, three times, a fourth time. Lydia can do nothing but yell out with each blow, and she slowly slumps to the floor as Kanako backs off and walks away. She’s on all fours for quite awhile, but she manages to finally get to her feet. “Hey, bitch!” Kanako calls to her, echoing what Lydia yelled to her before firing the first shot in this war months ago.
Lydia looks up and her expression instantly changes from defiant exhaustion to panic. “Oh, shit!” she shouts before the Modern Day Ronin sends a full-length mirror that had been standing beside the coat rack crashing down over her, shattering the reflective glass into hundreds of pieces. Lydia stays up for a few moments, her head showing through the smashed backboard in almost comical fashion before falling to her side, the mirror falling off her and crashing to the floor with a thud.
“Holy shit!” Al exclaimed, his hands on the top of his head in an expression of disbelief. An expression that was echoed by the live crowd, whom after a shocked roar broke out in its own “HO-LY SHIT!” chant. Kanako steadies herself, having stumbled a bit hefting the heavy mirror at Lydia. Her lips curl in a malicious snarl as she waits for the British Blueblood to stir when the official comes up to her. “What the hell was that?!”
“Oh, piss off, Al!” Kanako barks at the zebra, making him take a step back in surprise, “This bitch has it coming to her, and don’t you
dare try to stop me! I promise I won’t break anything on purp-AAAARRRGH!!” While Kanako was arguing with Al, Lydia had enough presence of mind to crawl over to them and throw a forearm right between the Tokyo Tiger’s legs, bringing her crashing down to the floor, cradling her assaulted womanhood. Lydia then rolls over onto her back and we the numerous cuts from the mirror shattering over her head, blood seeping from most of them.
Unfortunately, the Her Ladyship’s dirty tactic to stall for time didn’t stall enough, as Kanako gets to her feet first. “Fucking bitch…” she growls, “...is that all you’ve got?” Lydia moans pitifully, knowing that she’s about to be in for more abuse. Without another word, Kanako goes to work on the Brit’s midsection, landing brutal knees to her ribs and abdomen, Lydia can do nothing to defend herself, only grunt and groan with each blow, seemingly spent. Kanako then pulls her up by the hair and once there, takes a hold of her panties for leverage, creating a bit of a wedgie in the process. “Time to go for a ride…” Kanako spits, before hurling Lydia through the nearest wall! Lydia’s body goes limp briefly, half of her in the living room, half in the hole that Kanako just made with Lydia’s own body.
“Goddamn it, Kanako!” Al yelled, “One more time like that, and I’m calling the match, “anything goes” be damned!”
Kanako glares at Al with a fierceness that conveys a singular message: Back the fuck off! And he does, stepping away from the wreckage, having (in his mind anyway) made his point, and certainly not because he was intimidated by the diminutive Japanese beauty. Nope. Not intimidated. At all. For her part, seeing the official back away allows Kanako to turn her attention back to her prey. Lydia has somehow found the strength to extract herself from the hole and is defiantly crawling towards the Modern Day Ronin on her hands and knees.
“Hmph. Not done yet, slag? That’s okay, I’m
far from done with y-” Kanako’s words are cut short as her eyes go wide and the air rushes from her lungs in a deep gasp of pain. As the camera pulls back, the live crowd lets out a sympathetic groan as they see the reason for Kanako stopping short; Lydia, having gotten to Kanako’s feet, grabbed a shard of the broken mirror and jammed it deep into her thigh. When she pulls it out and tosses it aside, blood streams from the wound and down her leg. With renewed vigor, the British Blueblood gets to her feet.
“Hmph...Give credit where it’s due; You’re still on your feet, Akiyama, and that’s impressive.” Lydia growls as Kanako stares in wide-eyed shock at the wound her hand is covering up, doing nothing to stem the flow of blood. “Ohh, you look like you’re in pain, dear…” she says with mock sympathy in her voice, before grabbing hold of Kanako’s panties from both front and back, “...How about we get you off your feet and rest a bit, hmm?” And with that, Her Ladyship tugs hard on Kanako’s panties in a vicious front wedgie that lifts the Japanese girl inches off the floor. Now, Kanako finds her voice and howls, her face twisted in agony while Lydia’s bears a sadistic grin. She lets go and simply lets Kanako crash to the floor before hauling her up again in a rear waistlock. She then lifts the Tokyo Tiger up, Kanako herself only offering token resistance, and over her head, thumping the back of Kanako’s head against the side of the couch with a brutal German suplex. Lydia doesn’t bother getting to her feet, choosing instead to crawl over to her hated rival, which allowed the cameras to give the audience, both live and at home a good show, despite the abundance of blood. “Here’s where your penthouse wrestling education starts, slut.” the busty brunette purrs. “But first,” she continues, placing a hand on Kanako’s silk bra, “I’ll be needing this.” And with that, Lydia tears Kanako’s bra off, exposing her breasts. She then took the bra and wrapped it around Kanako’s neck, choking the Japanese girl with it.
Normally, such an act would get a round of lewd cheers from the crowd. However, this was a far different apartment house match than they were expecting, and the FAWN faithful had been staring in stunned silence ever since the “HO-LY SHIT” chant died down. Other penthouse matches had certainly been violent, but bloodshed rarely came into play, and certainly not to this extent. It was an exciting match, to be sure, but most in attendance would not use the word “sexy” to describe it, as would be the case with most penthouse matches.
Once Lydia decides Kanako has been sufficiently subdued, she notes that Kanako is kneeling, and grins, concocting her next move. Standing over her prey, Her Ladyship straddles Kanako’s face and tightens the vise in a standing headscissors. “Ahhh! There we go!” She says gleefully amidst Kanako’s muffled pained shouts and squirming to unsuccessfully try and free herself. “And now, to answer your earlier question: As a matter of fact, I’ve got much more to dish out! To wit:” And with that she curls both hands into claws and digs them into the Modern Day Ronin’s tender bosom. Her screams of pain are absorbed by the Black Sheep’s squeezing thighs, and what little sound emerges co-mingles with Lydia’s own lilting laughter, thoroughly enjoying Kanako’s torture and humiliation. “So your plan was to overwhelm me with brutality before I could get my bearings, was it?” She asks sardonically while she continues to mangle her foe’s mammaries. “Gotta say, that’s a new one. Although, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised a thug like you would think that would work, given your limited - OWWW!! Oh, you little rat!!” Lydia pries Kanako’s hands, which had dug in to the British Blueblood’s cheeks to try and free herself, and swats them away. “Still have some fight in you, eh? Let’s see what we can do about that.” She then releases Kanako’s tits and instead, grabs her panties once again and tries to split her down the middle with another agonizing front wedgie. Kanako’s wails are still muted by Lydia’s thighs until her resistance becomes next to nothing.
“Ahh!” Lydia sighs contentedly as she smooths out her hair. “That’s better.” She looks down at her faceless opponent, still squirming impotently. “I’m bored with this now,” she states as she releases her headscissors, causing Kanako to take gasping gulps of air before being hauled up to her feet in a side headlock. “Let’s go for a walk, shall we? I have
so much more in store for you, little girl.” She then walks Kanako down the hallway, heading towards the bedroom. Kanako struggles and pushes to try and free herself to no avail. Just as they get to the bathroom door, Kanako gets a burst of strength. “H-hey!! What are you...No...no...SHIT!!” Lydia bellows as the Modern Day Ronin lifts her up and drops her onto her back flat on the floor with a backdrop. Both women lie groaning on the floor, the aches and pains of the brutal match taking their toll. It was at this point that many of the FAWN faithful rose to their feet. Lydia had been dominating the match for quite some time. Could this be Kanako’s chance to take back control, they hoped…
...And then their hopes were dashed, as Lydia slowly got to her feet while Kanako was still on all fours, and she was
livid. This close. She had come this close to giving the match back to the little tramp! Well, she’s not about to give her another chance at a comeback! She backed up a few steps and after giving her a running start, she got a running start and levelled the Tokyo Tiger with a brutal penalty kick to the ribs, causing Kanako to roll over onto her back yelling in pain and clutching her ribs. “Get up!” Lydia barked, not giving her foe a choice in the matter, hauling her up to her feet and hurling her through the bathroom doorway and against the bathtub inside. A bathtub that had been filled by Lydia prior to the start of the match. As Kanako tries to shake the cobwebs from the tumble, Lydia grabs her head and shoves it under the water, holding her there as she thrashes about frantically in a panic.
“Lydia, that’s enough!!” Al shouted from the doorway, “I am not going to let you drown her!” Lydia doesn’t even acknowledge his presence until Kanako thrashing halts. She pulls her out and tosses her inside, the rhythmic up and down movement of her chest indicating that she was indeed still breathing.
“Really?” She asks the referee incredulously as she slowly turns to face him. “Even if...Even IF I thought this piece of trash was worth the effort to
murder, do you REALLY THINK that I would do so on live television, with countless millions of witnesses?” She shakes her head. “I was told you were one of the smarter ones around here, Carpenter. Clearly, I was misinformed.”
With that, she collects the still barely moving Kanako, resuming the side headlock to bring her into the bedroom. She tosses the Japanese girl to the foot of the bed, and she just groans and rolls up into a ball. She wakes up in a hurry, though, as Her Ladyship brings a wire coat hanger down across her bare back. Kanako screams as Lydia commences whipping her with the hanger, over and over again, to the point of being rather difficult to watch, as a number of the audience at FAWN Arena had to look away. After causing close to a dozen welts to raise on Kanako’s back, several of which drew blood, Lydia carelessly tosses the hanger aside and picks Kanako up. “Come on now,” She says condescendingly as she eases Kanako onto the bed, stomach down, “it’s almost over.” With that she puts a hand on the small of her back, bracing the Japanese girl for what’s to come.
“...Stop…” Kanako pleads, her voice barely above a whisper.
This actually does give Lydia pause. “...You can’t be serious.” she deadpans.
“Please,” Kanako continues, “if you have any decency in you at all, Lydia, don’t do this.” Lydia audibly scoffs, but she lets her go on, curious as to where she’s going with this. “Just...just fucking break something, and let Al call it. I don’t care what...my arm, my leg...my...my neck. I don’t care...Just not this...not like this.” her voice trembles as she begs her hated rival for mercy.
To everyone’s surprise, even her own, Lydia actually stops to consider what Kanako has said. “You know,” she begins, “if it was
anybody else, I might…
might...take them up on that offer. But it’s not, is it? It’s
you. Putting you on the shelf is tempting, but quite frankly, I think I’ll get more satisfaction out of your utter humiliation. So, sorry not sorry, no deal.” She then pauses and leans down to say something else to her. “You know,” she begins, purring, “there
is something you can do to stop this from happening.” She then pauses to make sure she has Kanako’s attention. “Simply submit.” she says once Kanako lifts her head up to look back at her. “The match is over, Akiyama. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it. Simply admit that you’ve lost and that I’m the better woman and Carpenter will swoop in and stop me from violating you like the white knight he so desperately wishes he was.”
“But you won’t do that, will you?” she coos, a wide grin on her face, “Your precious honor won’t allow it. I know about your “fighting spirit”, Akiyama, the stories of your training days are legendary. Not once. Not once, for all that torture they put you through in that dojo, did you ever tap out. And you never have since.” She turns her gaze to Al and says simply, “Ask her, make it official.”
“What do you say, Kanako? Do you wanna give up?”
Long, tense moments hang in the room. What was only ten seconds at most seems to be minutes to those watching. Then, finally…
“...no…”
And the live crowd lets out a collective groan as Al hangs his head, everyone knowing what’s about to happen. Lydia simply shrugs and smirks. “So be it. Just remember, Akiyama, it’s your own pride that’s caused this to happen.” And with that she reaches inside of Kanako’s panties and goes to work with questing fingers, moving all about at varying speeds. And all the Modern Day Ronin can do is ride it out, moaning in spite of herself and writhing in Lydia’s expert grasp. It’s not long before Kanako lets out a keening cry, signalling the climax (pun intended) of the match.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the ring announcer begins his wholly unnecessary proclamation, “the winner of this match, as a result of...of...the winner is LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE!!” No boos or jeers of any kind raise within FAWN Arena in response to the announcement. Only a stunned silence hangs over the crowd as they watch, tensed, waiting for the extracurriculars.
Lydia doesn’t make them wait long, as the British Blueblood flips Kanako over, and uses her face as a rag, wiping her drenched hand on Kanako’s face. Then, with a gleam in her eye and a smirk on her face, she peels the panties off of Kanako, leaving her completely naked, and she stuffs them into the Japanese girl’s mouth.
“This was always going to be the outcome, Akiyama. Your gambit almost worked. Almost.” And with that, she leaned over and gave her hated foe a gentle kiss on the forehead, one final show of disrespect, known in penthouse wrestling as an unspoken statement from a seasoned veteran to a newbie that they just don’t measure up. “But at the end of the day, your best wasn’t good enough,” with that, she slaps Kanako hard across the face, and the Modern Day Ronin meekly accepts the abuse, “and it never will be. Remember that the next time you want to step to me.”
“Alright, that’s enough!” Al barks, finally stepping in, “You won, and you had your fun afterwards. Now go get looked at by the EMTs outside!”
“I won, fair and square!” Lydia snarls, “Staying in this place is my right as the victor. Why should I cede that to this slut?”
Al stands his ground, “Lydia, I am still the official, and I will not hesitate to reverse my decision if you fail to follow my instructions.”
Lydia huffs and crosses her arms. Much as she hates to admit it, she knows she probably
should get looked at. Her nose was broken, and she was still bleeding pretty badly from multiple lacerations. Not to mention the fact that she was pretty much seeing triple for most of the match, due to Kanako’s brutal tactics at the start.
“Fine.” She finally huffs. “The
loser can stay the night here, then. See? I’m not a complete monster.”
“Just mostly one,” Al retorts, eliciting a snarl from Her Ladyship, “now get out of here.” Lydia gives a “Hmph!” and turns on her heels, walking out of the bedroom. When she’s gone, Al turns his attention to Kanako, who has slid off the bed and is crumpled in a heap by the side of the bed. “Hey,” Al begins, wanting to comfort the Japanese beauty, but not knowing what to say, “I’m really sorry, Kanako. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“....Get out…” Kanako’s answer is barely heard.
“What?” Al asks for clarification.
“Please...just go. Get. Out!”
Al quickly gets to his feet. Kanako has become well-known outside the ring for her propensity to shift moods on a dime. Right now, she’s almost catatonic, but Al could practically feel the poor girl’s rage building, and he wasn’t about to stick around for her to repeat herself a third time. He mutters another word or two of sympathy and gets out of dodge. When she’s sure Al and the drone are gone, Kanako finally indulges herself, sobbing loudly.
The next morning, when a crew is sent to clean up the apartment, they find a scene that looks more like a tornado hit it. Along with the damage already done by the match, the glass coffee table is smashed and all of the furniture is upturned. Taped to the wall next to the front door is a blank check made out to FAWN management, signed by Kanako Akiyama, and the word “damages” written in the notes section.
