Post by kjcasey42 on Jan 16, 2019 19:25:33 GMT
KANAKO AKIYAMA:
A couple weeks after Cold November Pain, a video is uploaded to FAWN’s Youtube account, titled “What Has Happened to Kanako Akiyama?” The video begins with FAWN play-by-play announcer Joanne Coleman behind a desk similar to the one Mel Sutton uses to conduct her interviews.
“Good evening, FAWNatics!” She begins with a chipper timbre to her voice, “I’m Joanne Coleman, here with a special road report!” Her tone then becomes a bit more serious as she continues, “Kanako Akiyama...known as the “Modern Day Ronin”...began 2018 as a promising rookie, steadily gaining a devoted following based on her skill and intestinal fortitude in the ring, and cementing that fan base even further when she saved the current EurAsian Champion, Yoona Park, and the spectacularly popular Camille Cosworth from a brutal four-on-two beating at the hands of a full-force Asian Invasion.”
“But then, things seemed to take a dark turn for Miss Akiyama, in the midst of her bitter and heated feud with Lady Lydia Lethbridge. Particularly following her loss at her rival’s hands in a brutally graphic penthouse match, Kanako seemed to have underwent a startling transformation into something...different...than fans had seen from her in the past. Darker, more violent, almost sadistic. Her new look that she debuted at FAWNMania, wearing face paint that resembled a kabuki mask seemed to personify this transformation. When she defeated Miss Lethbridge in that bloody match, I would suggest that many thought Kanako would return to her old self, having vanquished her hated foe.”
“Unfortunately, that does not appear to have been the case, given her match with Marvela Marcille a matter of weeks ago at Cold November Pain. She has continued to wear the kabuki mask face paint, with the unsettling addition of little cracks in the mask with each successive match, as you’ll see in the match clips we’re about to present to you. By the end, you may ask yourself if Kanako Akiyama has indeed become unhinged, and therefore possibly too dangerous to compete in FAWN going forward. Only time will tell…” Her report and introduction completed, the camera fades to black, with a simple chairon, in white letters, noting the date and location of the matches presented.
“Does it feel fake to you NOW?!!”
KATE GRIMM:
Kanako hisses into Kate Grimm’s ear as she holds her in a camel clutch. The Grimm Reaper’s only response is to growl in impotent fury, unable to reverse her fortunes at the moment. Grimm entered this match thinking it would be an easy night for her. After all, sure Kanako was more experienced than her, but she was almost a half-foot taller than the Modern Day Ronin and outweighed her by thirty pounds. Plus, she did a lot of that “fake, flippy shit”...what could she possibly do to her? Unbeknownst to her, Kanako had received marching orders from on high. The top brass was none too pleased with Grimm’s bad attitude, as she had become a bully and a locker room cancer in Bangor, badmouthing all wrestlers as “fake fighters” and using her mma experience to needlessly injure her opponents. It was when she “accidentally-on-purpose” shattered a prospect’s elbow with a precision stomp that the powers that be decided to put Kate on the road crew for a circuit in Florida, for the express purpose of putting the cocky former cage fighter through the wringer, to show her just how “fake” this sport is. And Kanako was the first in line to take a turn on the crank, given her recent penchant for violence. And if it’s one thing Kanako hates, that sets her rage meter into overdrive, it’s a bully. She was the first to get a crack at “smartening” Kate Grimm up, but she was determined that there would be no second crack.
Kanako’s speed stymied Grimm; The ferocity and power of her strikes caught the bigger girl completely by surprise. The few times Kate actually had Kanako in a compromising position, Kanako was all too quick to escape or reverse her predicament. Bottom line: This match has pretty much been all Kanako, from start to finish.
“You’ve brought this on yourself, Grimm…” the Tokyo Tiger growled as she proceeded to slam a pair of vicious headbutts to the back of Kate’s skull, “...nobody likes a bully.” She then unhooks the fighter’s arms from her legs, letting Kate simply splat face down onto the mat as she climbs off of her. She then drags her to her feet by the hair and leads her into the corner. She then proceeds to unleash a series of brutally stiff kicks.
CORNER KICKS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XBepEfuzJs
Once she lets up, due to the referee’s count reaching four, she backs up to the opposite corner while Kate is left on wobbly legs, the corner itself the only thing keeping her up. Kanako then dashes across the ring, leaping into the air to deliver a knee strike that rings Grimm’s bell so completely that the ref could swear he could see tweety birds circling around her head. Perched on the second turnbuckle, the Tokyo Tiger then locks in a headlock and runs out of the corner with victim in tow, jumping in the air and driving Kate down to the mat face-first with a running bulldog.
CORNER KNEE/RUNNING BULLDOG COMBO: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GkuXaNYnJ4
Kate is lying flat on her stomach as Kanako clambers to her feet. As the zebra checks on Kate to make sure that there’s still someone home, Kanako raises her right arm and pulls her glove tight before taking a crouching martial arts stance, signalling to the crowd that the end is near. Once Kate s-l-o-w-l-y crawls to her feet, Kanako sends her right back down to the mat with her brutal Uraken spinning back fist.
URAKEN: www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-IJQ4RSsDI
Kanako is pointing to the turnbuckle before the Grimm Reaper has even finished puddling to the mat. By the time she’s starfished on the canvas, Kanako is perched and rising to a standing position on the top turnbuckle. After a moment to steady herself, she launches herself at her opponent, delivering her graceful but brutal Run Her Through finisher with deadly accuracy.
RUN HER THROUGH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXngOM-Lp7g
Kate is even too out of it to gasp, only groaning softly in agony as she rolls to her side. Kanako doesn’t give her any respite, though, as she’s quick to make the academic cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The crowd erupts as Kanako is officially announced as the winner. She briefly accepts the referee’s assistance to her feet as he raises her arm in victory. But shortly after, she rolls out of the ring and retrieves a steel chair. Although such behavior might elicit more than a little bit of vitriol from the FAWNatics from other wrestlers, in the case of the Modern Day Ronin, the fans take to taunting Kate Grimm, chanting:
“KA-NA-KO’S GONNA KIIIIILLLL YOOOUUU!!!
KA-NA-KO’S GONNA KIIIILLLL YOOOUUU!!!”
They’re not wrong, either, as Kanako slides back into the ring, chair in hand. The referee, knowing better than to get in her way, scrambles to the nearest corner. Without uttering another word, Kanako raises the chair and brings it down over Kate’s prone body, over and over again, seemingly trying to make a Kate Grimm-shaped hole in the ring. After five such blows, Kanako finally relents and drags a barely-conscious Kate up to kneeling. With a tight handful of hair, Kanako looks Grimm in the eyes. “When you’re sitting at home in Minnesota,” she snarls at her, “maybe think about improving your attitude when you get back!” With that, she opens the steel chair and sets it over Kate’s head. Dragging her all the way to her feet, she then hurls her into the corner, the legs of the chair jarring against her neck!
youtu.be/ApFjIuVtJWU
Kate collapses to the canvas, now completely unconscious, and possibly with a severely damaged neck. The ring is swarmed with officials to tend to the fallen fighter, while Kanako simply rolls out of the ring and back up the ramp without another word.
At first, there's a broken signal and digital gibberish. Then suddenly, the arena in Miami Beach comes into focus. The camera cuts to the ring where two women battle for the cheering FAWNatics. Suddenly, the voice of FAWN's ever present but unnamed announcer pipes in.
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to FAWN! After technical difficulties beyond our control, we bring you a match between Houston's Eva 'The Red Death' May and relative newcomer to FAWN, hailing from Los Angeles, Kanako Akiyama, already in progress!”
EVA MAY:
The camera cuts to a close-up of the ring. Dazed, Kanako bounds off the ropes and takes an outstretched arm across the throat. She soars backwards, her neck landing across the second rope. Eva May, decked out in a red Lycra top slit to look like a ribcage, black bottoms painted with bones, and red facepaint looking like a skull, gives a sneer to the new fighter. As she runs to the ropes behind her, the announcer returns.
“Things started out promising for Akiyama! She took the fight to Eva fast but May turned turned things around in typical fashion.” The camera cuts to a close-up of Kanako's face where red scratches around her eye stand brilliantly against her pale skin. “Since then, Eva's had the upper hand and spared no brutality. Anyway, enough from me – let's watch!” Eva bounds off the ropes and rushes at Kanako, leaping. The LA girl starts to come out of it just as a knee soars into her, slamming into the bottom of her jaw and plowing into her throat. Eva holds the position for a bit, letting the ref count to four as she chokes the newcomer.
“Just a reminder, little girl,” Eva hisses. “You don't belong here.” As the ref sounds out four, Eva slams a bitch slap across Kanako's face that fills the arena. She hops off and the referee warns her about choking but he might as well be speaking Esperanto to her. The Red Death grabs her foe by the ankles and rips her from the ropes, dragging Akiyama to center ring. Eva does a handstand, flipping over Kanako's torso, then drop her knee straight into the California's sternum. Akiyama's eyes bulge and her body spasms.
As for Eva, she feels she's proven her point. She moves her knee up onto Kanako's throat and grabs her legs, pulling them up for a pin. She gives the dazed woman a toothy smile as the zebra drops for a count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Kanako throws her right arm off the mat, her kabuki face paint beginning to peel from the sweat and abuse of the match. She growls gutterally as she struggles to all fours, only to eat a brutal kick to the ribs, forcing her onto her back once more. She gasps for air, which is more of a vocal reaction than Marvela Marcille had gotten from her, which causes The Panther to grin with smug satisfaction. She hauls the Modern Day Ronin up to her feet by the hair and backs her into the ropes and shoots her across the ring with an Irish whip, only to have that Irish whip reversed. Eva manages to duck the ensuing clothesline attempt, but is caught completely off-guard by the Tokyo Tiger's follow-up: her Pele knee strike that she calls Turning Suicide.
Both women sprawl out on the mat, taking gulping breaths, trying to call upon their respective wells of reserve. While Eva has been in control of the match for the better part of the last eight minutes, that knee strike was devastating and completely rung her bell. Kanako, meanwhile, who has shown to be incredibly resilient, slowly rises to her feet, her half-melted face paint creating an even more unsettling image than the original cracked kabuki mask image had been. She advances on the Red Death and as Eva makes it to her knees, she is shown just how proficient the Modern Day Ronin is with her striking game. Fist, foot, elbow, forearm, palm, and knee all find their mark on Eva's face and chest in a blur of action that's hard for the eye to follow.
Eva looks more like a training dummy taking hits than a fighter. Her body shakes and quakes with each blow. Slowly, the Red Death goes glassy-eyes and tumbles backwards with a thud. It's a perfect time to pin.
But Kanako doesn't. The Ronin's dripping facepaint does little to conceal the rage she feels towards May. Every scratch, every low blow, every underhanded tactic is just another match tossed into the pile of powder kegs under Kanako's temper, and it's now blowing up. Akiyama slams a foot into Eva's ribs, rolling her over, then drops to the mat and slaps Eva into an Ankle Lock.
ANKLE LOCK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_x-L7ABm10Y
May jolts to life like Frankenstein's monster, howling with white hot rage and confusion. The zebra checks for submission but Eva, despite the agony, shakes her head a solid no. The Red Death palms the mat and pulls herself forward. Akiyama holds tight and does her best to will the other woman to stay in place but Eva manages to pull herself forward inch by inch before grabbing onto the bottom rope.
“Rope!” the zebra booms, “Break!”
Kanako hesitates. She just hates Eva May so much, and she's taken so much from the woman, letting her go seems fundamentally wrong.
“Break the HOLD!” the referee demands. The Ronin does so, fighting every instinct to twist harder. She stands and moves towards Eva. Kanako sinks her hands into Eva's dark tresses and starts to pull her up.
THWOMP! The pain from the low blow radiates from Akiyama's crotch and the grunt of misery slips from her throat before she even knows what's going on. Her tired knees start to bend. That's all May needs. She reaches up, lacing her hands behind Kanako's head and pulling the newbie's face down to her own. That's where Eva reminds Kanako that, before she was the Red Death, she was the Panther and savagely bites at her neck. Kanako howls as Eva's teeth lock in on the side of her neck.
Eva's talons rake across Kanako's face. Blindness takes her again and Eva grabs around her neck, like a savage baby trying to kill its caretaker. The bite gets deeper. Kanako's eyes clear enough to see the referee about to signal the bell for a DQ and holds up a single finger. The fierceness and speed of her hand catches the referee off guard and he watches as she slowly, but sternly, wags a “No” with it.
Kanako's knees push her and her stowaway up. Eva, sensing danger, unlatches her teeth and slams a fist into Kanako's face. The Ronin strides around the ring. May, concerned, lunges up further and bites into Akiyama's cheek. She yanks away, and the kabuki make-up now has a new red smear that wasn't there before. But Akiyama picks up speed, moving to one corner then bolting diagonally across the ring. As she nears the other corner, Kanako leaps, driving Eva into the corner. May deflates, her arms slipping over the top rope, and hangs like a ragdoll.
This isn't enough for Kanako. She wants to drive the point home – and Eva into oblivion.
It's time for the Triple Play.
Akiyama returns to her previous corner and speeds at Eva with a corner dropkick.
RUNNING CORNER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=msHkEsnOaQ8
Kanako's feet slamp across Eva's nose. Her head rockets back and immediately a trail of crimson pours from both nostrils. May slips off the ropes and drops to her ass. Perfect, as far as Akiyama is concerned, because now it's time for the running corner knee strike.
RUNNING CORNER KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVKZqlFNHDM&t=88s
The Ronin's knee catches the Red Death in the mouth, and more blood seeps out from a busted lip to help her earn her nickname. Again, Eva slumps down further. Again, Akiyama returns to the diagonal corner and unleashes a cannonball.
CANNONBALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_s4p19wqNg
When Kanako gets up, Eva is splayed out and only technically there. The referee bends down to check to see if Eva can continue.
The (mostly) silent fighter grips the referee by the shoulder and shakes her head when he looks up at her. Getting the message, he stands up and backs off. She holds her right hand high, pulling her glove tight, causing the crowd to buzz in anticipation. She takes a martial arts stance, waiting patiently, stalking her prey. Finally, Eva manages to shake the cobwebs loose enough to stumble to her feet, but she doesn't stay upright for long. As she turns around to face her adversary, Kanako uncorks her brutal Uraken spinning back fist.
URAKEN: www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-IJQ4RSsDI
The Red Death puddles to the mat and Kanako points to the sky, signalling that the end is near. She ascends to the top turnbuckle as the crowd reaches a fever pitch. Taking a moment to steady herself, she launches herself into the air, delivering her graceful but brutal Run Her Through finisher.
RUN HER THROUGH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXngOM-Lp7g
Eva gasps as the air rushes out of her lungs upon impact and Kanako quickly makes the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREEEEE!!
The FAWNatics erupt as the zebra's hand slaps canvas a third time. Shocking everyone, Eva does buck to life but a second too late.
The referee, hoping desperately to prevent the younger fighter from taking this too far, grabs Kanako's hand and raises it as the announcer sparks to life over the intercom.
“Laaaaadies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall – KANAKO AKIYAMA!”
The cheers of the crowd and the burst of spotlight momentarily distract the Ronin from her prey. She stares out at the audience, taking in the fact all their love, all their cries, are to her. She snaps out of it to look back at Eva.
The Red Death isn't there. Kanako yanks her hand from the official and looks around. She sees Eva, crouched just outside the ring. The woman stands and stumbles a bit, part of the ring skirt drifting off her hand. Eva returns to the ring and attempts to stand on unsteady legs. She wobbles to Akiyama and extends a hand.
“Look, I don't usually do this, but you're the better woman here,” Eva says wearily. “You kicked my ass and I can admit it. Good job.”
The Ronin looks at the hand extended to her then looks for the other hand. Eva has it tucked behind her back. That was the hand that was under the ring.
Kanako sends a boot into Eva's gut. May doubles over instantly and Akiyama grabs the hand she was hiding. The hand is balled into a fist and tucked between her fingers are screws, the pointy parts sticking out and eager for blood. Eva knows she's not only busted, she's busted up and can't possibly win this fight. She yanks the hand away, sending the screws flying into the first few rows of panicked fans. She turns to run but her legs go rubber and she faceplants just short of the ropes.
Kanako calmly and methodically delivers a few well-placed stomps to Eva's ankles and the backs of her knees. "Don't...move." she growls threateningly. "You make me chase you and it'll be even worse, and you'll never stop having to look over your shoulder." With that, she rolls outside and grabs a chair and slides back in. "For the record..." she begins as she lifts the chair, "if that handshake had been sincere...This wouldn't be happening. But you showed your true colors, May. You're one of them! And for that..." she finishes her sentence by bringing the chair down across Eva's back. Again and again, just as she'd done to Marvela Marcille and Kate Grimm before her, Kanako wears the chair out over Eva's back as The Panther wails and thrashes about, her back on fire with pain as she begs for mercy in between pained sobs. Seemingly finally satisfied, she finally relents, letting Eva just lie there, groaning in agony
"Screws..." she spits out, her anger rising as it turns over in her mind once more. "What were gonna do, May? Hmm? Stick them in my neck? My face? Gouge my eyes out? Fuck you, May! Or should I say..." she then pushes Eva onto her back with her foot and grabs her leg, putting it through the chair and setting it down on the mat "...Screw you!". Knowing what's coming, but also knowing she's powerless to stop it, all Eva can do is moan and plead for Kanako not to do what she's about to do.
Kanako lets Eva wait for it, letting it sink in, giving her time to regret her decisions. Then, like a flash, she leaps into the air (a rather impressive vertical leap for such a diminutive woman, by the way) and brings her foot crashing down on the chair at full force, coming a hair's breadth of snapping the Texan's ankle! Eva screams in pain and rolls around on the mat, clutching her foot, while Kanako, damage done, calmly climbs out of the ring and walks to the back
The thumping beats of Icona Pop’s I Love It announce the unwelcome arrival of Allison Addison and Piper Sexton, members of the sadistic sorority Phi Theta Tappa and mainstays on FAWN’s Most Hated list. As redhead and blonde march down to the ring -- Allison dressed for action and Piper in street clothes -- they’re greeted by the usual outpouring of vitriol. Among the virulent boos and jeers, however, there’s something else.
ALISON ADDISON:
PIPER SEXTON:
Mocking, derisive laughter.
Phi Theta Tappa’s cameo during FAWNAMANIA had gone horribly awry for the mean girls, and the FAWNatics would not soon let them forget. One particularly ambitious fan even goes so far as to hold an enormous poster featuring Allison being sexually violated by EurAsian champion and notorious nymphomaniac Yoona Park. Addison snatches it from the man with a furious snarl and rips it to shreds, though as soon as she turns away and stomps off towards the ring, he brings out another identical poster and resumes waving it around for the cameras.
Already in a foul mood, Allison screeches at the ring announcer to do his job and get things underway.
”Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, representing the sisters of Phi Theta --”
“YOU BITCHES AGAIN?!” a voice interrupts from the top of the entranceway, followed by a roar from the audience. “WHAT THE FUCK, I THOUGHT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS WERE DEAD!”
YOONA PARK:
Addison spins on her heels and scowls at the interloper, her fists clenching tight and her thighs clenching even tighter at the sight of the woman who had used and abused her a few months ago. Sexton mean mugs the Korean as well, though she surreptitiously takes a step behind her redheaded partner and darts her eyes around searching for an escape.
The fact that Yoona is not advancing on them boosts Piper’s courage though, and after a moment she finds the confidence to retort, “THIS AIN’T YOUR FIGHT, SPERGLORD! GO BACK TO WHATEVER INCEL CUCK FANTASY YOU CRAWLED FROM!”
“YOU TELL ‘EM, PIPES!” Allison adds. “WE GOT ENOUGH AFFIRMATIVE ACTION LIBTARDS IN THIS SHITHOLE ALREADY!”
“God fucking damn it, Akiyama!” Park huffs to no one in particular as she throws her hands up in exasperation. “When you said you were fighting ‘that white-trash redhead’ I thought you meant Ivy Armstrong…”
“HEY, YOU CAN’T CALL ME WHITE-TRASH!” Addison shrieks, sounding quite aggrieved and self-righteous. “THAT’S RACIST!”
“RACIIIIIIIISSSSST!” Sexton repeats in a shrill, nasal screech while she points an accusing finger at Park.
“KILL YOURSELVES!” Yoona snaps at the sisters of Phi Theta Tappa. “YOU SHITHEADS AREN’T HOT ENOUGH TO BE THIS DUMB!”
“OH, THAT’S WHERE YOU’RE WRONG, BITCH!” Piper scoffs. “‘CAUSE WE’RE HOT ENOUGH TO BE TEN TIMES THIS DUMB!”
Looking rather proud of herself for that clap back, Sexton raises her hand for a high-five from her sister-in-arms. Addison only responds with a disgruntled groan, however, and she gives Sexton a couple of reassuring pats on the shoulder.
“Pipes, why don’t you… just… stop talking for a while…” Allison sighs. “Take a breather, and let me handle the --”
“LIKE YOU’RE ANY BETTER WITH YOUR FIVE DOLLAR DYE JOB AND YOUR USED UP, ROAST BEEF VAGINA!” Yoona screams at the pair from the top of the entranceway.
“HOW DARE YOU!” the redhead gasps. “I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT --”
“FUCK YOU, ARBY’S!” Park interrupts again. “I’D RATHER STARVE THAN EAT ONE OF YOUR SOGGY ASS --”
Yoona’s biting retort is cut off by the revving guitars of Black Label Society’s “Doomsday Jesus” roaring over the loudspeakers.
DOOMSDAY JESUS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8KIdzgV83Y
As the stage fills with dry-ice fog around Yoona’s feet, Kanako Akiyama storms onto the stage, blowing past Yoona and stomping her way to the ring as Zakk Wylde’s growling vocals came through the speakers.
Kill your past and all you thought you knew
Blacked out hatred, running through and through
Horsemen rolling, tomorrow’s fading fast
Make damn sure that nothing’s gonna last
Yoona shrugs and follows her friend down to the ring. This is her show, after all, she’s just there to watch Kanako’s back. Kanako doesn’t wait for her as she ascends the ring steps and climbs into the ring, whipping off her kimono in one fluid motion and flinging it to the floor to reveal her, as of late, normal ring attire of a black halter top with purple trim and matching boy-cut shorts and fishnet stockings. Her signature black fingerless mma-style gloves and red wrestling shoes complete the outfit as the Modern Day Ronin slowly removes the kabuki mask and flings it into the crowd like a frisbee. Had the mask matched the face paint underneath, one might wonder how it was being kept together, given all of the cracks therein. Beneath the paint, Kanako’s face is one of barely contained rage as Merle pats Kanako down.
“You’re kidding me?!” Addison points and laughs at the smaller girl. “THIS is the bitch that has everyone scared shitless?! She’s not even big enough to ride the damn teacups at Disneyworld!” Kanako sneers and cracks her neck as Yoona facepalms. “Hey! Did your mommy sign your permission slip to be here, little girl?” The FAWN Faithful practically drown the Mean Girl out as she continues to heap verbal abuse on the Tokyo Tiger, “This mutated midget is why you don’t nuke a country - HEY!! GET BACK HERE!!” Kanako had long since stopped listening to Alison, and instead decided to launch a preemptive strike against Addison’s running buddy, breaking into a dash and hurling herself at Piper through the ropes with a suicide dive!
SUICIDE DIVE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=sY0mPqA-E3A
Piper, caught completely unawares slams her back into the announce table when the five foot two missile hits her square in the chest, while Alison is left watching inside the ring with her jaw hanging open. Yoona, from across the ring, smirks as Kanako lands on her feet and is quick to retrieve a steel chair from the timekeeper’s table. Before Piper can even register what just happened, much less what’s about to, Kanako levels her with a monster swing of the chair right between her eyes. Amazingly, the blow draws no blood, but it does knock Piper back onto the table. A follow-up chairshot to Sexton’s midsection ensures that she’s too dazed to go anywhere, and the Modern Day Ronin is quick to act. In a flash, she is ascending to the top turnbuckle, while Alison grabs Merle by the collar.
“Don’t just stand there, cuck!” she shrieks in his face, “DO SOMETHING!!”
“Wait. Stop. Don’t do it.” Merle deadpans, in a voice unlikely heard by anyone but Alison. Kanako, meanwhile, rises from her perch on the top turnbuckle and takes to the skies, putting Piper through the announce table with her shooting star kneedrop she calls “Gravity Falls”.
GRAVITY FALLS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JgubJgoy8E
The table shatters beneath them, Piper’s sternum caught between Kanako’s knees and the concrete floor. Sexton screams out in agony as Kanako rises to her feet. Yoona does her best Nelson Muntz impression, pointing and laughing at Piper as officials rush to ringside with a stretcher. The Japanese fighter slowly turns to face her official opponent, who has been dumbstruck by what she just witnessed. “One down…” she hisses as her eyes lock with Addison’s, “...one to go. Now, it’s your turn.”
LATER
“You’re gonna pay for what you did to Piper, you sawed-off psycho!” Alison growls as she struggles to her feet, finally getting a moment to breathe.The match had been all Kanako from jump street, Addison being too shell-shocked from the pre-match events to put up much of a defense, and Kanako’s relentlessness not giving her a moment’s peace. A missed quebrada (also known as a Lionsault) looks to turn the tide, though, as Kanako is rolling around on the mat, groaning in pain and clutching her ribs. The Mean Girl takes the opportunity presented and lays into Kanako with a nasty looking penalty kick to the ribs. Kanako doesn’t provide Addison with much satisfaction, as her expression of pain comes out more of a shout than a scream. Nonetheless, the Sadistic Sister keeps on top of the Tokyo Tiger, hauling her to her feet by her hair and bullying the smaller girl into the ropes. She then shoots Kanako across the ring, but whatever Alison was planning to do on the rebound, we’ll never know, as Kanako again turns her whole body into a projectile, flinging herself at Addison with a cannonball-esque forward flip that sends the redhead tumbling through the middle and bottom ropes and down to the floor below. From her knees, Kanako clambers through the ropes, chasing after the stunned sorority sister. Alison wearily looks up at her pursuer, her face paint beginning to run, making her look even more frightening, and tries to scootch away from her on her rear. That goes about as well as you’d expect, as Kanako quickly stops her in her tracks with a pair of stomps to her chest.
“Hey, HEY!! OWWWW!!!” Addison howls, clutching her bosom protectively, “Leave the gurls alone, dammit!”
“Shut the hell up!” Kanako answers through gritted teeth, “By the time I’m done with you, your over-inflated tits will be the least of your worries!” With that, she grabs a tight handful of Alison’s hair and drags her along the concrete floor, Addison shrieking and kicking impotently at her assailant. The Tokyo Tiger then pulls her to her feet and hurls her, face-first into the ringpost. Alison slumps in place, groaning and hugging the steel post to keep her upright. She quickly wishes she hadn’t done that, though, as Kanako levels her with a brutal outside version of her Triple Play trifecta of corner moves.
CORNER DROPKICK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAB176q9m5A
RUNNING KNEE SMASH IN THE CORNER: youtu.be/eVKZqlFNHDM?t=88
CANNONBALL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYjZwv7TqY4
Amazingly, Kanako draws no blood from the Mean Girl. However, it is quite obvious that her bell is completely rung and she is one hundred percent out of it. Meanwhile, Yoona has been enjoying the scene, taking long pulls from a bottle of Jack and laughing like a hyena at Addison’s misfortune. Mercy being in short supply in her current state, Kanako, showing quite a bit of strength, considering Addison is all but dead weight at this point, lifts the bigger girl up and deposits her into the ring. As Kanako climbs back into the ring herself, she offers Merle a slight nod and a smile, a nonverbal thanks for playing loose with the ten-count outside the ring. As Alison slowly stirs, Kanako holds her right hand high and pulls her glove tight, bringing the crowd to their feet, as they know this is her signal that the end is nigh. Once she gets to her feet, albeit on spaghetti legs, Kanako sends her back down with her signature Uraken spinning back fist that all but knocks Alison out entirely.
URAKEN: www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-IJQ4RSsDI
Merle is tempted to stop the match then and there when he sees Alison drop like a stone. Then he remembers who it is, and just whistles away, waiting for Kanako to pin the Mean Girl. Before she does that, Kanako ascends to the top rope and launches herself at Addison with her graceful but brutal Run Her Through finisher!
RUN HER THROUGH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=NzxT0GLfKzg
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The crowd roars its approval as Kanako sits back on her haunches as Merle raises her hand in victory. “HA HA!!! GET WRECKED, ARBY’S!! WOOOO!!!” Yoona cackles at Alison above the roar of the crowd, cheering her bestie along with everyone else.
Kanako barely acknowledges Yoona or the crowd as she looks at Alison’s prone form. She crawls over to where Yoona is, holding out her hand. “Bottle, please.” she hisses in a low voice.
“What? Why?” Yoona asks incredulously, reluctant to ever give up her booze.
“Just hand it over, please...I’ll get you more after the show.” Kanako promises. Yoona eyes her friend dubiously, but she finally does give her the bottle, albeit reluctantly. By way of thanks, Kanako gives the Korean’s hand a little kiss before pulling herself to her feet and striding back over to the still barely moving Alison. After taking a quick swig of the bourbon, she then dumps the rest of the bottle’s contents over Addison’s head to a mournful shriek by Yoona. Alison sputters and coughs, finally brought around by the rude awakening. Kanako, seeing that Alison is back among the living, crouches down to one knee, pulling her head back by the hair.
“I’ve got good news and bad news for you.” Kanako growls, “The good news is you’re gonna get to see your bestie in the hospital real soon!”
“Wh-what?” she replies wearily, barely registering the Modern Day Ronin’s words.
“The bad news is...it won’t be as a visitor!” And with that, she wraps one of Alison’s arms around her leg in a kind of modified hammerlock position, then grabs her other arm, holding it straight out. Both Merle and Yoona blink as it finally dawns on them what she has planned. Too late to stop her, however (not that Yoona would), Kanako falls backward, taking Alison’s arms with her, snapping the one held straight.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAdbwJCBqzI
Alison’s blood-curdling screams fill the arena as she holds her now broken arm at an inhuman angle. Officials swarm the ring to tend to her while the crowd is shocked into silence. Even Yoona stares at her friend, wide-eyed and mouth agape. If Kanako’s aware of what’s going on around her, though, she doesn’t show it. Damage done, she simply rolls out of the ring and marches to the back, patting Yoona on the shoulder as she passes her.
A couple weeks after Cold November Pain, a video is uploaded to FAWN’s Youtube account, titled “What Has Happened to Kanako Akiyama?” The video begins with FAWN play-by-play announcer Joanne Coleman behind a desk similar to the one Mel Sutton uses to conduct her interviews.
“Good evening, FAWNatics!” She begins with a chipper timbre to her voice, “I’m Joanne Coleman, here with a special road report!” Her tone then becomes a bit more serious as she continues, “Kanako Akiyama...known as the “Modern Day Ronin”...began 2018 as a promising rookie, steadily gaining a devoted following based on her skill and intestinal fortitude in the ring, and cementing that fan base even further when she saved the current EurAsian Champion, Yoona Park, and the spectacularly popular Camille Cosworth from a brutal four-on-two beating at the hands of a full-force Asian Invasion.”
“But then, things seemed to take a dark turn for Miss Akiyama, in the midst of her bitter and heated feud with Lady Lydia Lethbridge. Particularly following her loss at her rival’s hands in a brutally graphic penthouse match, Kanako seemed to have underwent a startling transformation into something...different...than fans had seen from her in the past. Darker, more violent, almost sadistic. Her new look that she debuted at FAWNMania, wearing face paint that resembled a kabuki mask seemed to personify this transformation. When she defeated Miss Lethbridge in that bloody match, I would suggest that many thought Kanako would return to her old self, having vanquished her hated foe.”
“Unfortunately, that does not appear to have been the case, given her match with Marvela Marcille a matter of weeks ago at Cold November Pain. She has continued to wear the kabuki mask face paint, with the unsettling addition of little cracks in the mask with each successive match, as you’ll see in the match clips we’re about to present to you. By the end, you may ask yourself if Kanako Akiyama has indeed become unhinged, and therefore possibly too dangerous to compete in FAWN going forward. Only time will tell…” Her report and introduction completed, the camera fades to black, with a simple chairon, in white letters, noting the date and location of the matches presented.
NOVEMBER 22
FT. LAUDERDALE
[/b] [/span][/div]“Does it feel fake to you NOW?!!”
KATE GRIMM:
Kanako hisses into Kate Grimm’s ear as she holds her in a camel clutch. The Grimm Reaper’s only response is to growl in impotent fury, unable to reverse her fortunes at the moment. Grimm entered this match thinking it would be an easy night for her. After all, sure Kanako was more experienced than her, but she was almost a half-foot taller than the Modern Day Ronin and outweighed her by thirty pounds. Plus, she did a lot of that “fake, flippy shit”...what could she possibly do to her? Unbeknownst to her, Kanako had received marching orders from on high. The top brass was none too pleased with Grimm’s bad attitude, as she had become a bully and a locker room cancer in Bangor, badmouthing all wrestlers as “fake fighters” and using her mma experience to needlessly injure her opponents. It was when she “accidentally-on-purpose” shattered a prospect’s elbow with a precision stomp that the powers that be decided to put Kate on the road crew for a circuit in Florida, for the express purpose of putting the cocky former cage fighter through the wringer, to show her just how “fake” this sport is. And Kanako was the first in line to take a turn on the crank, given her recent penchant for violence. And if it’s one thing Kanako hates, that sets her rage meter into overdrive, it’s a bully. She was the first to get a crack at “smartening” Kate Grimm up, but she was determined that there would be no second crack.
Kanako’s speed stymied Grimm; The ferocity and power of her strikes caught the bigger girl completely by surprise. The few times Kate actually had Kanako in a compromising position, Kanako was all too quick to escape or reverse her predicament. Bottom line: This match has pretty much been all Kanako, from start to finish.
“You’ve brought this on yourself, Grimm…” the Tokyo Tiger growled as she proceeded to slam a pair of vicious headbutts to the back of Kate’s skull, “...nobody likes a bully.” She then unhooks the fighter’s arms from her legs, letting Kate simply splat face down onto the mat as she climbs off of her. She then drags her to her feet by the hair and leads her into the corner. She then proceeds to unleash a series of brutally stiff kicks.
CORNER KICKS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XBepEfuzJs
Once she lets up, due to the referee’s count reaching four, she backs up to the opposite corner while Kate is left on wobbly legs, the corner itself the only thing keeping her up. Kanako then dashes across the ring, leaping into the air to deliver a knee strike that rings Grimm’s bell so completely that the ref could swear he could see tweety birds circling around her head. Perched on the second turnbuckle, the Tokyo Tiger then locks in a headlock and runs out of the corner with victim in tow, jumping in the air and driving Kate down to the mat face-first with a running bulldog.
CORNER KNEE/RUNNING BULLDOG COMBO: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GkuXaNYnJ4
Kate is lying flat on her stomach as Kanako clambers to her feet. As the zebra checks on Kate to make sure that there’s still someone home, Kanako raises her right arm and pulls her glove tight before taking a crouching martial arts stance, signalling to the crowd that the end is near. Once Kate s-l-o-w-l-y crawls to her feet, Kanako sends her right back down to the mat with her brutal Uraken spinning back fist.
URAKEN: www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-IJQ4RSsDI
Kanako is pointing to the turnbuckle before the Grimm Reaper has even finished puddling to the mat. By the time she’s starfished on the canvas, Kanako is perched and rising to a standing position on the top turnbuckle. After a moment to steady herself, she launches herself at her opponent, delivering her graceful but brutal Run Her Through finisher with deadly accuracy.
RUN HER THROUGH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXngOM-Lp7g
Kate is even too out of it to gasp, only groaning softly in agony as she rolls to her side. Kanako doesn’t give her any respite, though, as she’s quick to make the academic cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The crowd erupts as Kanako is officially announced as the winner. She briefly accepts the referee’s assistance to her feet as he raises her arm in victory. But shortly after, she rolls out of the ring and retrieves a steel chair. Although such behavior might elicit more than a little bit of vitriol from the FAWNatics from other wrestlers, in the case of the Modern Day Ronin, the fans take to taunting Kate Grimm, chanting:
“KA-NA-KO’S GONNA KIIIIILLLL YOOOUUU!!!
KA-NA-KO’S GONNA KIIIILLLL YOOOUUU!!!”
They’re not wrong, either, as Kanako slides back into the ring, chair in hand. The referee, knowing better than to get in her way, scrambles to the nearest corner. Without uttering another word, Kanako raises the chair and brings it down over Kate’s prone body, over and over again, seemingly trying to make a Kate Grimm-shaped hole in the ring. After five such blows, Kanako finally relents and drags a barely-conscious Kate up to kneeling. With a tight handful of hair, Kanako looks Grimm in the eyes. “When you’re sitting at home in Minnesota,” she snarls at her, “maybe think about improving your attitude when you get back!” With that, she opens the steel chair and sets it over Kate’s head. Dragging her all the way to her feet, she then hurls her into the corner, the legs of the chair jarring against her neck!
youtu.be/ApFjIuVtJWU
Kate collapses to the canvas, now completely unconscious, and possibly with a severely damaged neck. The ring is swarmed with officials to tend to the fallen fighter, while Kanako simply rolls out of the ring and back up the ramp without another word.
NOVEMBER 28
MIAMI BEACH
[/b] [/span][/div]At first, there's a broken signal and digital gibberish. Then suddenly, the arena in Miami Beach comes into focus. The camera cuts to the ring where two women battle for the cheering FAWNatics. Suddenly, the voice of FAWN's ever present but unnamed announcer pipes in.
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to FAWN! After technical difficulties beyond our control, we bring you a match between Houston's Eva 'The Red Death' May and relative newcomer to FAWN, hailing from Los Angeles, Kanako Akiyama, already in progress!”
EVA MAY:
The camera cuts to a close-up of the ring. Dazed, Kanako bounds off the ropes and takes an outstretched arm across the throat. She soars backwards, her neck landing across the second rope. Eva May, decked out in a red Lycra top slit to look like a ribcage, black bottoms painted with bones, and red facepaint looking like a skull, gives a sneer to the new fighter. As she runs to the ropes behind her, the announcer returns.
“Things started out promising for Akiyama! She took the fight to Eva fast but May turned turned things around in typical fashion.” The camera cuts to a close-up of Kanako's face where red scratches around her eye stand brilliantly against her pale skin. “Since then, Eva's had the upper hand and spared no brutality. Anyway, enough from me – let's watch!” Eva bounds off the ropes and rushes at Kanako, leaping. The LA girl starts to come out of it just as a knee soars into her, slamming into the bottom of her jaw and plowing into her throat. Eva holds the position for a bit, letting the ref count to four as she chokes the newcomer.
“Just a reminder, little girl,” Eva hisses. “You don't belong here.” As the ref sounds out four, Eva slams a bitch slap across Kanako's face that fills the arena. She hops off and the referee warns her about choking but he might as well be speaking Esperanto to her. The Red Death grabs her foe by the ankles and rips her from the ropes, dragging Akiyama to center ring. Eva does a handstand, flipping over Kanako's torso, then drop her knee straight into the California's sternum. Akiyama's eyes bulge and her body spasms.
As for Eva, she feels she's proven her point. She moves her knee up onto Kanako's throat and grabs her legs, pulling them up for a pin. She gives the dazed woman a toothy smile as the zebra drops for a count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Kanako throws her right arm off the mat, her kabuki face paint beginning to peel from the sweat and abuse of the match. She growls gutterally as she struggles to all fours, only to eat a brutal kick to the ribs, forcing her onto her back once more. She gasps for air, which is more of a vocal reaction than Marvela Marcille had gotten from her, which causes The Panther to grin with smug satisfaction. She hauls the Modern Day Ronin up to her feet by the hair and backs her into the ropes and shoots her across the ring with an Irish whip, only to have that Irish whip reversed. Eva manages to duck the ensuing clothesline attempt, but is caught completely off-guard by the Tokyo Tiger's follow-up: her Pele knee strike that she calls Turning Suicide.
Both women sprawl out on the mat, taking gulping breaths, trying to call upon their respective wells of reserve. While Eva has been in control of the match for the better part of the last eight minutes, that knee strike was devastating and completely rung her bell. Kanako, meanwhile, who has shown to be incredibly resilient, slowly rises to her feet, her half-melted face paint creating an even more unsettling image than the original cracked kabuki mask image had been. She advances on the Red Death and as Eva makes it to her knees, she is shown just how proficient the Modern Day Ronin is with her striking game. Fist, foot, elbow, forearm, palm, and knee all find their mark on Eva's face and chest in a blur of action that's hard for the eye to follow.
Eva looks more like a training dummy taking hits than a fighter. Her body shakes and quakes with each blow. Slowly, the Red Death goes glassy-eyes and tumbles backwards with a thud. It's a perfect time to pin.
But Kanako doesn't. The Ronin's dripping facepaint does little to conceal the rage she feels towards May. Every scratch, every low blow, every underhanded tactic is just another match tossed into the pile of powder kegs under Kanako's temper, and it's now blowing up. Akiyama slams a foot into Eva's ribs, rolling her over, then drops to the mat and slaps Eva into an Ankle Lock.
ANKLE LOCK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_x-L7ABm10Y
May jolts to life like Frankenstein's monster, howling with white hot rage and confusion. The zebra checks for submission but Eva, despite the agony, shakes her head a solid no. The Red Death palms the mat and pulls herself forward. Akiyama holds tight and does her best to will the other woman to stay in place but Eva manages to pull herself forward inch by inch before grabbing onto the bottom rope.
“Rope!” the zebra booms, “Break!”
Kanako hesitates. She just hates Eva May so much, and she's taken so much from the woman, letting her go seems fundamentally wrong.
“Break the HOLD!” the referee demands. The Ronin does so, fighting every instinct to twist harder. She stands and moves towards Eva. Kanako sinks her hands into Eva's dark tresses and starts to pull her up.
THWOMP! The pain from the low blow radiates from Akiyama's crotch and the grunt of misery slips from her throat before she even knows what's going on. Her tired knees start to bend. That's all May needs. She reaches up, lacing her hands behind Kanako's head and pulling the newbie's face down to her own. That's where Eva reminds Kanako that, before she was the Red Death, she was the Panther and savagely bites at her neck. Kanako howls as Eva's teeth lock in on the side of her neck.
Eva's talons rake across Kanako's face. Blindness takes her again and Eva grabs around her neck, like a savage baby trying to kill its caretaker. The bite gets deeper. Kanako's eyes clear enough to see the referee about to signal the bell for a DQ and holds up a single finger. The fierceness and speed of her hand catches the referee off guard and he watches as she slowly, but sternly, wags a “No” with it.
Kanako's knees push her and her stowaway up. Eva, sensing danger, unlatches her teeth and slams a fist into Kanako's face. The Ronin strides around the ring. May, concerned, lunges up further and bites into Akiyama's cheek. She yanks away, and the kabuki make-up now has a new red smear that wasn't there before. But Akiyama picks up speed, moving to one corner then bolting diagonally across the ring. As she nears the other corner, Kanako leaps, driving Eva into the corner. May deflates, her arms slipping over the top rope, and hangs like a ragdoll.
This isn't enough for Kanako. She wants to drive the point home – and Eva into oblivion.
It's time for the Triple Play.
Akiyama returns to her previous corner and speeds at Eva with a corner dropkick.
RUNNING CORNER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=msHkEsnOaQ8
Kanako's feet slamp across Eva's nose. Her head rockets back and immediately a trail of crimson pours from both nostrils. May slips off the ropes and drops to her ass. Perfect, as far as Akiyama is concerned, because now it's time for the running corner knee strike.
RUNNING CORNER KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVKZqlFNHDM&t=88s
The Ronin's knee catches the Red Death in the mouth, and more blood seeps out from a busted lip to help her earn her nickname. Again, Eva slumps down further. Again, Akiyama returns to the diagonal corner and unleashes a cannonball.
CANNONBALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_s4p19wqNg
When Kanako gets up, Eva is splayed out and only technically there. The referee bends down to check to see if Eva can continue.
The (mostly) silent fighter grips the referee by the shoulder and shakes her head when he looks up at her. Getting the message, he stands up and backs off. She holds her right hand high, pulling her glove tight, causing the crowd to buzz in anticipation. She takes a martial arts stance, waiting patiently, stalking her prey. Finally, Eva manages to shake the cobwebs loose enough to stumble to her feet, but she doesn't stay upright for long. As she turns around to face her adversary, Kanako uncorks her brutal Uraken spinning back fist.
URAKEN: www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-IJQ4RSsDI
The Red Death puddles to the mat and Kanako points to the sky, signalling that the end is near. She ascends to the top turnbuckle as the crowd reaches a fever pitch. Taking a moment to steady herself, she launches herself into the air, delivering her graceful but brutal Run Her Through finisher.
RUN HER THROUGH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXngOM-Lp7g
Eva gasps as the air rushes out of her lungs upon impact and Kanako quickly makes the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREEEEE!!
The FAWNatics erupt as the zebra's hand slaps canvas a third time. Shocking everyone, Eva does buck to life but a second too late.
The referee, hoping desperately to prevent the younger fighter from taking this too far, grabs Kanako's hand and raises it as the announcer sparks to life over the intercom.
“Laaaaadies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall – KANAKO AKIYAMA!”
The cheers of the crowd and the burst of spotlight momentarily distract the Ronin from her prey. She stares out at the audience, taking in the fact all their love, all their cries, are to her. She snaps out of it to look back at Eva.
The Red Death isn't there. Kanako yanks her hand from the official and looks around. She sees Eva, crouched just outside the ring. The woman stands and stumbles a bit, part of the ring skirt drifting off her hand. Eva returns to the ring and attempts to stand on unsteady legs. She wobbles to Akiyama and extends a hand.
“Look, I don't usually do this, but you're the better woman here,” Eva says wearily. “You kicked my ass and I can admit it. Good job.”
The Ronin looks at the hand extended to her then looks for the other hand. Eva has it tucked behind her back. That was the hand that was under the ring.
Kanako sends a boot into Eva's gut. May doubles over instantly and Akiyama grabs the hand she was hiding. The hand is balled into a fist and tucked between her fingers are screws, the pointy parts sticking out and eager for blood. Eva knows she's not only busted, she's busted up and can't possibly win this fight. She yanks the hand away, sending the screws flying into the first few rows of panicked fans. She turns to run but her legs go rubber and she faceplants just short of the ropes.
Kanako calmly and methodically delivers a few well-placed stomps to Eva's ankles and the backs of her knees. "Don't...move." she growls threateningly. "You make me chase you and it'll be even worse, and you'll never stop having to look over your shoulder." With that, she rolls outside and grabs a chair and slides back in. "For the record..." she begins as she lifts the chair, "if that handshake had been sincere...This wouldn't be happening. But you showed your true colors, May. You're one of them! And for that..." she finishes her sentence by bringing the chair down across Eva's back. Again and again, just as she'd done to Marvela Marcille and Kate Grimm before her, Kanako wears the chair out over Eva's back as The Panther wails and thrashes about, her back on fire with pain as she begs for mercy in between pained sobs. Seemingly finally satisfied, she finally relents, letting Eva just lie there, groaning in agony
"Screws..." she spits out, her anger rising as it turns over in her mind once more. "What were gonna do, May? Hmm? Stick them in my neck? My face? Gouge my eyes out? Fuck you, May! Or should I say..." she then pushes Eva onto her back with her foot and grabs her leg, putting it through the chair and setting it down on the mat "...Screw you!". Knowing what's coming, but also knowing she's powerless to stop it, all Eva can do is moan and plead for Kanako not to do what she's about to do.
Kanako lets Eva wait for it, letting it sink in, giving her time to regret her decisions. Then, like a flash, she leaps into the air (a rather impressive vertical leap for such a diminutive woman, by the way) and brings her foot crashing down on the chair at full force, coming a hair's breadth of snapping the Texan's ankle! Eva screams in pain and rolls around on the mat, clutching her foot, while Kanako, damage done, calmly climbs out of the ring and walks to the back
DECEMBER 8
JACKSONVILLE
[/b] [/span][/div]The thumping beats of Icona Pop’s I Love It announce the unwelcome arrival of Allison Addison and Piper Sexton, members of the sadistic sorority Phi Theta Tappa and mainstays on FAWN’s Most Hated list. As redhead and blonde march down to the ring -- Allison dressed for action and Piper in street clothes -- they’re greeted by the usual outpouring of vitriol. Among the virulent boos and jeers, however, there’s something else.
ALISON ADDISON:
PIPER SEXTON:
Mocking, derisive laughter.
Phi Theta Tappa’s cameo during FAWNAMANIA had gone horribly awry for the mean girls, and the FAWNatics would not soon let them forget. One particularly ambitious fan even goes so far as to hold an enormous poster featuring Allison being sexually violated by EurAsian champion and notorious nymphomaniac Yoona Park. Addison snatches it from the man with a furious snarl and rips it to shreds, though as soon as she turns away and stomps off towards the ring, he brings out another identical poster and resumes waving it around for the cameras.
Already in a foul mood, Allison screeches at the ring announcer to do his job and get things underway.
”Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, representing the sisters of Phi Theta --”
“YOU BITCHES AGAIN?!” a voice interrupts from the top of the entranceway, followed by a roar from the audience. “WHAT THE FUCK, I THOUGHT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS WERE DEAD!”
YOONA PARK:
Addison spins on her heels and scowls at the interloper, her fists clenching tight and her thighs clenching even tighter at the sight of the woman who had used and abused her a few months ago. Sexton mean mugs the Korean as well, though she surreptitiously takes a step behind her redheaded partner and darts her eyes around searching for an escape.
The fact that Yoona is not advancing on them boosts Piper’s courage though, and after a moment she finds the confidence to retort, “THIS AIN’T YOUR FIGHT, SPERGLORD! GO BACK TO WHATEVER INCEL CUCK FANTASY YOU CRAWLED FROM!”
“YOU TELL ‘EM, PIPES!” Allison adds. “WE GOT ENOUGH AFFIRMATIVE ACTION LIBTARDS IN THIS SHITHOLE ALREADY!”
“God fucking damn it, Akiyama!” Park huffs to no one in particular as she throws her hands up in exasperation. “When you said you were fighting ‘that white-trash redhead’ I thought you meant Ivy Armstrong…”
“HEY, YOU CAN’T CALL ME WHITE-TRASH!” Addison shrieks, sounding quite aggrieved and self-righteous. “THAT’S RACIST!”
“RACIIIIIIIISSSSST!” Sexton repeats in a shrill, nasal screech while she points an accusing finger at Park.
“KILL YOURSELVES!” Yoona snaps at the sisters of Phi Theta Tappa. “YOU SHITHEADS AREN’T HOT ENOUGH TO BE THIS DUMB!”
“OH, THAT’S WHERE YOU’RE WRONG, BITCH!” Piper scoffs. “‘CAUSE WE’RE HOT ENOUGH TO BE TEN TIMES THIS DUMB!”
Looking rather proud of herself for that clap back, Sexton raises her hand for a high-five from her sister-in-arms. Addison only responds with a disgruntled groan, however, and she gives Sexton a couple of reassuring pats on the shoulder.
“Pipes, why don’t you… just… stop talking for a while…” Allison sighs. “Take a breather, and let me handle the --”
“LIKE YOU’RE ANY BETTER WITH YOUR FIVE DOLLAR DYE JOB AND YOUR USED UP, ROAST BEEF VAGINA!” Yoona screams at the pair from the top of the entranceway.
“HOW DARE YOU!” the redhead gasps. “I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT --”
“FUCK YOU, ARBY’S!” Park interrupts again. “I’D RATHER STARVE THAN EAT ONE OF YOUR SOGGY ASS --”
Yoona’s biting retort is cut off by the revving guitars of Black Label Society’s “Doomsday Jesus” roaring over the loudspeakers.
DOOMSDAY JESUS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8KIdzgV83Y
As the stage fills with dry-ice fog around Yoona’s feet, Kanako Akiyama storms onto the stage, blowing past Yoona and stomping her way to the ring as Zakk Wylde’s growling vocals came through the speakers.
Kill your past and all you thought you knew
Blacked out hatred, running through and through
Horsemen rolling, tomorrow’s fading fast
Make damn sure that nothing’s gonna last
Yoona shrugs and follows her friend down to the ring. This is her show, after all, she’s just there to watch Kanako’s back. Kanako doesn’t wait for her as she ascends the ring steps and climbs into the ring, whipping off her kimono in one fluid motion and flinging it to the floor to reveal her, as of late, normal ring attire of a black halter top with purple trim and matching boy-cut shorts and fishnet stockings. Her signature black fingerless mma-style gloves and red wrestling shoes complete the outfit as the Modern Day Ronin slowly removes the kabuki mask and flings it into the crowd like a frisbee. Had the mask matched the face paint underneath, one might wonder how it was being kept together, given all of the cracks therein. Beneath the paint, Kanako’s face is one of barely contained rage as Merle pats Kanako down.
“You’re kidding me?!” Addison points and laughs at the smaller girl. “THIS is the bitch that has everyone scared shitless?! She’s not even big enough to ride the damn teacups at Disneyworld!” Kanako sneers and cracks her neck as Yoona facepalms. “Hey! Did your mommy sign your permission slip to be here, little girl?” The FAWN Faithful practically drown the Mean Girl out as she continues to heap verbal abuse on the Tokyo Tiger, “This mutated midget is why you don’t nuke a country - HEY!! GET BACK HERE!!” Kanako had long since stopped listening to Alison, and instead decided to launch a preemptive strike against Addison’s running buddy, breaking into a dash and hurling herself at Piper through the ropes with a suicide dive!
SUICIDE DIVE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=sY0mPqA-E3A
Piper, caught completely unawares slams her back into the announce table when the five foot two missile hits her square in the chest, while Alison is left watching inside the ring with her jaw hanging open. Yoona, from across the ring, smirks as Kanako lands on her feet and is quick to retrieve a steel chair from the timekeeper’s table. Before Piper can even register what just happened, much less what’s about to, Kanako levels her with a monster swing of the chair right between her eyes. Amazingly, the blow draws no blood, but it does knock Piper back onto the table. A follow-up chairshot to Sexton’s midsection ensures that she’s too dazed to go anywhere, and the Modern Day Ronin is quick to act. In a flash, she is ascending to the top turnbuckle, while Alison grabs Merle by the collar.
“Don’t just stand there, cuck!” she shrieks in his face, “DO SOMETHING!!”
“Wait. Stop. Don’t do it.” Merle deadpans, in a voice unlikely heard by anyone but Alison. Kanako, meanwhile, rises from her perch on the top turnbuckle and takes to the skies, putting Piper through the announce table with her shooting star kneedrop she calls “Gravity Falls”.
GRAVITY FALLS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JgubJgoy8E
The table shatters beneath them, Piper’s sternum caught between Kanako’s knees and the concrete floor. Sexton screams out in agony as Kanako rises to her feet. Yoona does her best Nelson Muntz impression, pointing and laughing at Piper as officials rush to ringside with a stretcher. The Japanese fighter slowly turns to face her official opponent, who has been dumbstruck by what she just witnessed. “One down…” she hisses as her eyes lock with Addison’s, “...one to go. Now, it’s your turn.”
LATER
“You’re gonna pay for what you did to Piper, you sawed-off psycho!” Alison growls as she struggles to her feet, finally getting a moment to breathe.The match had been all Kanako from jump street, Addison being too shell-shocked from the pre-match events to put up much of a defense, and Kanako’s relentlessness not giving her a moment’s peace. A missed quebrada (also known as a Lionsault) looks to turn the tide, though, as Kanako is rolling around on the mat, groaning in pain and clutching her ribs. The Mean Girl takes the opportunity presented and lays into Kanako with a nasty looking penalty kick to the ribs. Kanako doesn’t provide Addison with much satisfaction, as her expression of pain comes out more of a shout than a scream. Nonetheless, the Sadistic Sister keeps on top of the Tokyo Tiger, hauling her to her feet by her hair and bullying the smaller girl into the ropes. She then shoots Kanako across the ring, but whatever Alison was planning to do on the rebound, we’ll never know, as Kanako again turns her whole body into a projectile, flinging herself at Addison with a cannonball-esque forward flip that sends the redhead tumbling through the middle and bottom ropes and down to the floor below. From her knees, Kanako clambers through the ropes, chasing after the stunned sorority sister. Alison wearily looks up at her pursuer, her face paint beginning to run, making her look even more frightening, and tries to scootch away from her on her rear. That goes about as well as you’d expect, as Kanako quickly stops her in her tracks with a pair of stomps to her chest.
“Hey, HEY!! OWWWW!!!” Addison howls, clutching her bosom protectively, “Leave the gurls alone, dammit!”
“Shut the hell up!” Kanako answers through gritted teeth, “By the time I’m done with you, your over-inflated tits will be the least of your worries!” With that, she grabs a tight handful of Alison’s hair and drags her along the concrete floor, Addison shrieking and kicking impotently at her assailant. The Tokyo Tiger then pulls her to her feet and hurls her, face-first into the ringpost. Alison slumps in place, groaning and hugging the steel post to keep her upright. She quickly wishes she hadn’t done that, though, as Kanako levels her with a brutal outside version of her Triple Play trifecta of corner moves.
CORNER DROPKICK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAB176q9m5A
RUNNING KNEE SMASH IN THE CORNER: youtu.be/eVKZqlFNHDM?t=88
CANNONBALL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYjZwv7TqY4
Amazingly, Kanako draws no blood from the Mean Girl. However, it is quite obvious that her bell is completely rung and she is one hundred percent out of it. Meanwhile, Yoona has been enjoying the scene, taking long pulls from a bottle of Jack and laughing like a hyena at Addison’s misfortune. Mercy being in short supply in her current state, Kanako, showing quite a bit of strength, considering Addison is all but dead weight at this point, lifts the bigger girl up and deposits her into the ring. As Kanako climbs back into the ring herself, she offers Merle a slight nod and a smile, a nonverbal thanks for playing loose with the ten-count outside the ring. As Alison slowly stirs, Kanako holds her right hand high and pulls her glove tight, bringing the crowd to their feet, as they know this is her signal that the end is nigh. Once she gets to her feet, albeit on spaghetti legs, Kanako sends her back down with her signature Uraken spinning back fist that all but knocks Alison out entirely.
URAKEN: www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-IJQ4RSsDI
Merle is tempted to stop the match then and there when he sees Alison drop like a stone. Then he remembers who it is, and just whistles away, waiting for Kanako to pin the Mean Girl. Before she does that, Kanako ascends to the top rope and launches herself at Addison with her graceful but brutal Run Her Through finisher!
RUN HER THROUGH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=NzxT0GLfKzg
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The crowd roars its approval as Kanako sits back on her haunches as Merle raises her hand in victory. “HA HA!!! GET WRECKED, ARBY’S!! WOOOO!!!” Yoona cackles at Alison above the roar of the crowd, cheering her bestie along with everyone else.
Kanako barely acknowledges Yoona or the crowd as she looks at Alison’s prone form. She crawls over to where Yoona is, holding out her hand. “Bottle, please.” she hisses in a low voice.
“What? Why?” Yoona asks incredulously, reluctant to ever give up her booze.
“Just hand it over, please...I’ll get you more after the show.” Kanako promises. Yoona eyes her friend dubiously, but she finally does give her the bottle, albeit reluctantly. By way of thanks, Kanako gives the Korean’s hand a little kiss before pulling herself to her feet and striding back over to the still barely moving Alison. After taking a quick swig of the bourbon, she then dumps the rest of the bottle’s contents over Addison’s head to a mournful shriek by Yoona. Alison sputters and coughs, finally brought around by the rude awakening. Kanako, seeing that Alison is back among the living, crouches down to one knee, pulling her head back by the hair.
“I’ve got good news and bad news for you.” Kanako growls, “The good news is you’re gonna get to see your bestie in the hospital real soon!”
“Wh-what?” she replies wearily, barely registering the Modern Day Ronin’s words.
“The bad news is...it won’t be as a visitor!” And with that, she wraps one of Alison’s arms around her leg in a kind of modified hammerlock position, then grabs her other arm, holding it straight out. Both Merle and Yoona blink as it finally dawns on them what she has planned. Too late to stop her, however (not that Yoona would), Kanako falls backward, taking Alison’s arms with her, snapping the one held straight.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAdbwJCBqzI
Alison’s blood-curdling screams fill the arena as she holds her now broken arm at an inhuman angle. Officials swarm the ring to tend to her while the crowd is shocked into silence. Even Yoona stares at her friend, wide-eyed and mouth agape. If Kanako’s aware of what’s going on around her, though, she doesn’t show it. Damage done, she simply rolls out of the ring and marches to the back, patting Yoona on the shoulder as she passes her.