Post by hawkeye on Jul 12, 2019 1:08:18 GMT
“Laaaaaaadies and gentlemen,” the FAWN announcer begins, “our next contest is a ladder match with the winner being guaranteed a shot at the lightweight title!” The arena of FAWNatics snap to attention at the mention of a title. Even if this itself isn't a fight for the belt, the promise of gold almost always means a harder battle. The camera pans from the audience to the ring. Suspended above it is a contract on a wire. Ring attendants hurriedly place ladders under the mat, pulling the ring skirt down to cover as the announcer continues. “There are no count-outs and no D.Q.s. The only way to win is to grab the contract.” This was a match that was actually meant to take place several months ago, but plans were postponed due to a freak accident injury to one of the match’s participants whilst training for said match.
“Coming to the ring first, from Flint, Michigan, standing at five feet, three inches and one-hundred seventeen pounds… TRIXIE 'JINX' DECKER!”
TRIXIE DECKER:
“GET JINXED” by Agnete Kjølsrud
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nlJuwO0GDs&list=PLRC0W1RT6xB3MiECdhclJnCkM7Hb-RNNM&t=0s&index=3
The lights dim and a purple glow hits the entrance ramp. A familiar chipper goth bursts through the curtain, blowing sarcastic kisses to the attendees. Trixie has always been a contentious wrestler to the fans – some love her but don't know why, while others loathe her and are particularly certain why – even though she's hardly on FAWN's villain scale. But as time's gone by, and she's more and more often been seen coming to the aid of those who generally had none, more FAWNatics are happy to see her.
There is, tonight, one noticeable hold-out. A heavyset man screams at Trixie as she passes, thrusting a sign up that says, “KANAKO, DECK DECKER!” Red-faced already, the fan spits as he bellows, “Kanako's gonna kick your--”
“Kiss me?” Trixie interrupts, sounding genuinely giddy. “Gosh, I hope so. She's pretty dreamy!”
Flustered, the man jabs his finger at the sign to assure Trixie whose side he's on. “No, she's gonna fuck you--”
“Whoa, tiger,” Trixie says, turning to the man. “I mean, I'm not opposed, but I try to wait til the second match. I'm not that kinda lady.” She smirks. “Sometimes.” As the fan continues to scream obscenities, Trixie skips to the ring and hops up on the skirt. Decker grabs the top rope and bends, making sure the fans see her perfect little butt in all of its glory before hopping over the cables and into the ring.
Trixie runs up the turnbuckles and waves to the fans once more before hopping back to the mat. The referee walks over and motions that he'll be doing a patdown. Trixie lifts her hands.
“Haven't seen you around in months,” the official says, checking Decker for weapons.
“FAWN's had me doing road shows. USO, Philippines, Mexico, a few other places,” Trixie says. “It was a lot of fun. If you ever get a chance to have people hate you in new places, I highly recommend it.”
The official looks up at her as he pats her boots. “I'll keep that in mind.
And then the lights go out.
The sound of air raid sirens fill the Arena as a pair of red searchlights scan the crowd, bringing the FAWNatics to their feet, roaring with applause. Finally, the searchlights halt their search at the top of the entrance ramp, only to find no-one there. On the FAWNtron, the Japanese kanji spelling out Kanako Akiyama’s name fades in, looking as if it were painted in blood. The Japanese characters then morph into English. After a pregnant pause...
DOOMSDAY JESUS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8KIdzgV83Y
The lights come back up and the stage fills with dry-ice fog as Zakk Wylde's growling vocals begin
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
As Wylde hits his primal scream, the Modern Day Ronin storms through the fog to a rousing round of applause.
"And her opponent...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!!!"
KANAKO AKIYAMA:
She is still wearing the kimono and kabuki mask that has become synonymous with the recent path of destruction she had cut prior to her injury that had earned her this opportunity. The presence of this entrance gear leads some in attendance to react with unease. Indeed, given what she did to Bianca Simpson at Season's Beatings, Kanako has received an outpouring of messages of concern for her mental well-being. That being said, the FAWN faithful are happy to see their diminutive warrior return to the ring, as is crystallized by a sign near the front row, held up enthusiastically by one of Kanako’s younger fans:
"WE MISSED YOU, KANAKO!!!"
Whether Kanako ignores or fails to see the sign is unclear - in any event, the Modern Day Ronin doesn’t react to it, nor any of the crowd for that matter. She ascends the ring steps and climbs through the ropes. In one fluid motion, she removes her kimono and flings it to the floor below, revealing her as-of-late ring gear 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. Kanako looks across the ring at the goth beauty and slowly takes off her mask. The FAWNatics hold their breath, as does Trixie and the referee, until it's removed completely, showing...Kanako's pretty face, unblemished by any face paint, menacing or otherwise. She flings the mask into the crowd like a frisbee and stands there in the corner, unable to take her eyes off of Trixie, looking incredibly, uncharacteristically, shy.
The official moves in to check Akiyama for weapons but Trixie calls out, “Hey, if you want it real good and thorough, I'll frisk her. I'll go in deep.”
The referee, kneeling to pat Kanako's boots, starts to retort but looks up and sees the newcomer biting her lower lip and getting rosy cheeks. He looks back at Trixie, who's winking. The referee looks again to Kanako, who is suddenly aware of his gaze. He only smiles and shakes his head. “Y'know, I was worried about this match for all the wrong reasons.”
As he stands and moves away, Trixie saunters over and holds out her hand. “Have a great fight, cutie,” Decker chirps. Kanako takes the hand and starts a shake but the goth yanks her hand. A small part of her brain screams, “It was a trap,” as handshakes turned to hand yanks usually end in sucker punches or clotheslines. This time, however, the hand is pulled up to Trixie's lips and she gives it a kiss before returning to her corner.
Kanako goes full blush. The FAWNatics, to say the least, are shocked. Some send out, “Ooooooh!” Others go, “Awwwww.” Further back, one fan rips up his anti-Trixie sign and screams, “GOD DAMN IT MOTHER FUCKER NO!”
From her corner, Trixie smiles. “That guy's night is ruined. I feel like I've already won.”
“Well, if that's your prize, hold the ladder for her?” the ref laughs.
“And deprive this beauty of foreplay?” Trixie says in mock horror. The bell rings and both women snap to attention, running at each other and locking up at the collar.
From the outside, the FAWNatics see two women who've gone from flirting to warriors in zero, flat. But locked up with each other, it's different. Hidden in their private little world, each woman evenly pushing against the other and getting no give, Trixie whispers in her opponent's ear, “Didn't hear from you. You okay? I've been a little worried about you.” Trixie doesn't have to say why. Kanako can hear it in her voice.
Kanako hesitates at first, but ultimately decides that doing anything but be completely up front with Trixie would upset her sense of honor. "I got...a wake up call from a couple of friends,” she begins, figuring she didn’t need to mention them by name. “...I'm not all the way back yet, but I'm getting there. If I'm being honest, getting to see you has been a big help, even if it's from across the ring." Her face flushed and her ears grew hot as her confession went on.
Trixie nods. “Going to your right. I got another question but I don't think we can get away with a lock-up heart-to-heart all match.” As Kanako processes this, Trixie grabs her arm and twists it, slipping to the right and behind Kanako. She pins the arm behind the LA fighter and wraps an arm under her chin, pulling her back. Again, Akiyama hears the woman's words in her ear.
“Uh, so, I don't really care how this match goes,” Decker says, pressing her face against Kanako's ear. To the fans, it looks like the Jinx is growling threats to her opponent. “But I promise I won't disrespect you by not giving you a match. You deserve better than that. That said, afterwards, wanna go get something to eat? I know a Chuck E. Cheese with the loosest Skee-Ball ticket slots you've ever seen.”
Kanako yelps at the hammerlock, but settles into it when it's clear what she's doing "I...I...gosh, I would really like that..." she says shyly before deftly twisting around so she's facing Trixie. With a grin, she kisses her cheek and then gives her a quick arm drag. Before Trixie can get her bearings, Kanako breaks out into a dash against the ropes and, just as the goth cutie gets to her knees, Kanako delivers a basement hurancanrana.
BASEMENT HURANCANRANA: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xjBkuD59EE
Immediately upon impact, Kanako applies a sitting side headlock "Sorry!" she's quick to apologize for the sudden burst of offense. "Are you okay?"
Trixie croaks out a laugh from the headlock. “Don't… apologize for—doing--” Trixie manages to get her elbow under Kanako's chin and thrust back. It looks wicked, but truthfully it shocks the smaller wrestler way more than hurts her and frees Decker. Trixie pushes Kanako a little further and kicks her legs over Kanako's face and chest, clamping her thighs so her crotch is right in the young woman's face in a neck-scissor hold. Trixie looks back as she plants her palms on the mat and tightens the scissor. Smiling, she finishes the sentence. “Your job.” As Kanako struggles, Trixie smirks and paintbrushes herself against Akiyama's mouth. “Meant to ask, we going old-school FAWN in this match or should we stick with the sorta date you can tell the folks about? I can be old fashioned if you like.”
Kanako paws at Trixie's midsection, flailing and trying to look like she's trying to free herself, although, truth be told, this is the first time she hasn't really minded being in a hold like this. "Nnngh! If..I'm going to let you...have your way with me...I'd prefer there be fewer witnesses."
“Awwww, but your thighs look so delicious,” Trixie giggles as she tightens her legs, adding a bit of smother pressure. “And I'm in the perfect angle to give 'em a bit of a nibble.”
The referee coughs nervously. “Can…. Can you save that for later?”
The distraction is enough to make Trixie loosen her hold without thinking and, before she can react, Kanako is out from under her and rolling to a stand. Trixie rolls to her feet and stands, circling the mat. “Hard to get! I like it!”
Kanako grins "Only between the ropes, cutie," she replies, finally finding her feet where the flirting is concerned, "I think you'll find me much easier prey behind closed doors." With that, she closes ranks with Trixie in another collar-and-elbow tieup. Kanako quickly does a standing switch into a rear waistlock and, in a show of the diminutive girl's strength, muscles the bigger girl down to the mat, riding her back, with the waistlock still applied.
“I...I know this is a ladder match.” Kanako whispers into Jinx’s ear, “And people have...certain expectations that come with that. I know I can trust you to keep things clean, but the nature of the beast and all...How do you want to play this out?” she prodded her future date, trying to get a feel for just how violent this was going to get.
Trixie's hands grip Kanako's wrists as she replies. “Fight a match you'll be proud of,” Trixie says with a grunt. “I trust you. Trust yourself.” Trixie pressed her thumbs hard into the new talent's wrists, almost breaking the sweetness of the moment, and begins pulling the hands wrapped around her apart. She grins back at her captor. “I mean, I'm going to fight back, obviously. It's not fun if I just roll over.”
Decker almost immediately pays for breaking her own attention as Akiyama slammed her hands back together, tightening the waistlock. There are, of course, a few ways to break this hold. And most conventional wrestlers would take them. Trixie Decker, however, prefers to go different routes and, instead, manages to roll over, flattening Kanako under her. But the woman doesn't release the hold. So Trixie rolls over again, pushing herself up to her knees and grabbing Kanako's legs to pull her up to a piggy back position. Trixie grunts and mutters as she rises to her feet, only to flop backwards full-force.
Kanako lets out a pained grunt as the air rushes from her lungs. The impact shocks her grip loose, but, in a show of her infamous tenacity, she quickly recovers and switches from a rear waistlock to a rear naked choke
"Nice try, Trixie," she purrs into her ear, "and it almost worked! I did enjoy the ride leading up to it, though! Do you charge admission?" She tries flirting with her as she attempts to choke her out.
Trixie barely holds in a laugh at this. She's not used to someone else talking nonstop in a match, but considering the situation she's in. Fighting her urge to headbutt backwards, which considering how tight Akiyama has the choke on will only do more damage to Trixie.
Decker raises an elbow and drives it back into Kanako's right side. The choke tightens briefly, possibly out of reflex. Trixie delivers another elbow, this time slightly higher and into Kanako's ribs. She feels the choke start to loosen, even if only a bit. Another elbow into the ribs and Trixie feels the choke get even looser. Decker grabs the wrist across her neck and begins to pry and twist it, trying to break to choke.
Feeling Trixie beginning to escape, Kanako takes a deep breath and...releases the bodyscissors and rolls away, allowing her potential love interest time to recover as she gets to her feet and tries to shake the cobwebs that her conflicting emotions are causing. Truth be told, as tight as she had the chokehold cinched in, there was a part of her that, at least subconsciously, wanted her to escape, so she wouldn't have to render her unconscious.
Trixie, meanwhile, coughs a bit as she rubs her windpipe. She looks up at Kanako, noticing she's keeping her distance for the moment. "Not taking it easy on me, are you, Little Dragon?" she chirps, a smirk returning to her face.
Kanako smiles and shakes her head, "Sorry...As much as I like you, no. I've worked damn hard to get this opportunity, and I'm not gonna let my hormones allow it to pass me by. This is wrestling, and we're going to hurt each other plenty before it's over...Doesn't mean I have to like it."
The goth beauty nods in understanding as she rises to her feet. “That mean we’re done playing footsie, Kanako?”
The Japanese fighter nods, raising her hands, “For now, I’m afraid so, Trixie. I am looking forward to you showing me a good time later, if we’re not too banged up, though.” She gives her a grin and a wink that is reciprocated by her opponent.
“Alright, then,” Trixie answers, “for the record...I like you too. Let’s go.” With that, the two women close ranks on each other locking up in a collar and elbow tieup - this time for real. They grunt and groan as they push and pull against one another, trying to gain an advantage. Trixie, having watched all of Kanako’s matches, knows that the Modern Day Ronin is strong for her size, but she’s never actually experienced that strength firsthand, until now. So she’s a little surprised to find the smaller girl not only holding her own, but actually leading this dance, taking more ground than giving, until she finds herself pushed back into the corner. Kanako is able to light Trixie’s chest up with a pair of wicked looking (and sounding!) knife-edge chops before the rookie zebra begins his five-count, prompting the Tokyo Tiger to send Jinx out of the corner, Irish whipping her to the opposite end. Trixie grunts as her back slams into the turnbuckles, but she recovers quickly as Kanako makes her approach, exploding out of the corner with a clothesline that puts FAWN’s Rookie of the Year on her back. Trixie quickly follows it up by leaping into the air and dropping an elbow right in the middle of Kanako’s chest. The Japanese beauty gasps and convulses with the impact. Jinx, meanwhile, quickly gets to her feet and likewise drags Kanako up as well, being kind enough to keep out of her potential love interest’s hair. She then scoops the smaller girl up for a slam, holding her up for several moments, unable to resist feeling her up a little bit before bringing her crashing down to the mat. As Kanako groans and writhes on the mat, Trixie heads off to generally unfamiliar territory: the top rope. As she rises on her perch, she looks down upon her prey and shakes her head slightly, clearly conflicted. “Why did they have to put me against you?” she whispers to herself before she takes flight, crashing down onto Kanako with a Superfly Splash. Knowing full well that pins don’t count in a ladder match, the goth beauty rolls off Kanako and flips her over onto her stomach and hops onto her back, hooking her arms over her knees and pulling back on the smaller girl’s chin with a painful camel clutch.
“AARRRGH!!” Kanako growls in pain, looking up at her tormentor, “Don’t care about winning, huh?”
“Well, you know,” she replies apologetically, “I still have to give you a good match, right? Plus, let’s be real here...this is for a shot at a title. I’d be stupid to pass it up if it comes my way. And, be honest, Kanako, you wouldn’t respect me if I did either, would you?” Kanako says nothing, but nods imperceptibly in concession, which becomes cries of anguish as Jinx wrenches back on the hold some more to a rising chorus of boos from the crowd.
“God damnit!!” Kanako yells out in pain, but also frustration as she hears the crowd turning on Trixie. “Why the hell are they booing you? You haven’t done anything wrong!”
“They’re booing because I’m hurting you, sweetie.” Trixie answers simply, “It just shows how much they love you! Something they and I have in common, by the way.” When Kanako opens her mouth to protest further, she finds herself cut off by the Michigan native, “Listen, it’s fine. I’ve been booed plenty over my career. I’m okay with being the bad girl right now, especially if that means they cheer you all the more when you climb that ladder!” With that, she unhooks Kanako’s arms and releases the hold, getting off of her back and pulling the Japanese girl to her feet in a headlock. She then hooks her left leg and hoists her aloft, holding her in place to give her and the audience time to think about it. In those moments, she looks down at her struggling opponent, finding herself taken once more by Kanako’s beauty. Unable to help herself, she gives Kanako a quick peck on the cheek and a regretful, “Sorry, cutie.” She then drops to the mat, bringing Kanako with her and driving her into the mat herself with a fishermanbuster.
FISHERMANBUSTER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=4C3Msd_bqRo
Kanako splays out on the canvas, a dazed starfish while Trixie sits back on her haunches, looking down at the Tokyo Tiger and licking her lips. Were this a normal match, she’d definitely be going for a pin here. But it’s not a normal match - it’s a ladder match. And so, she goes to work, sliding out of the ring under the bottom rope. A low buzz rolls cross the FAWN faithful, as they know just what Trixie is up to. Sure enough, she makes a beeline for the nearest ladder that’s been set up at ringside, folding it up to bring it into the ring. She sets it onto the ring apron, preparing to slide it into the ring when her plans are interrupted by a pair of red wrestling shoes diving into the ladder from the other side. Apparently, Trixie’s trip to the outside gave Kanako enough time to recover and get her second wind, and she reacts to Trixie finally introducing a ladder to the proceedings by delivering a diving dropkick to said ladder, knocking it into the raven-haired beauty.
“AAAHH!!” Trixie yelps in surprise and pain as the ladder knocks her back into the guardrail as it falls to the floor with a CLANG! Clambering to her feet, Kanako looks down at Trixie, struggling to keep on her feet, and she springs into action. She sprints into the ropes and on the rebound, in a breathtaking display of her aerial prowess, she leaps over the top rope, flipping in midair in an eye-popping somersault plancha!
SOMERSAULT PLANCHA: www.youtube.com/watch?v=joCMF6xBYHE
Trixie again lets out a pained shout as she finds herself sandwiched between the metal guardrail and the back of the woman she was hoping to spend some quality time with after this. Upon impact, Kanako smoothly rolls away and to her feet while Trixie groans and slumps down to her knees. The Tokyo Tiger surveils the wreckage she’s caused as she weighs her options. She looks out to the FAWN faithful, who are buzzing in anticipation, and a sly smile slowly creeps across her lips. She then picks up the ladder and finishes Trixie’s work of sliding it into the ring, following after it under the bottom rope with her typical smoothness of motion. Setting the hardware up in the middle of the ring as quickly she could, Kanako then begins her ascent. Rung after rung, she climbs closer and closer to the top, and the awaiting contract. She’s about two-thirds of the way up, when she feels a hand clamp down on her ankle. Apparently, the goth beauty hadn’t been dazed as badly as Kanako had thought and, seeing her playmate getting ready to put an early end to things, sprung into action to prevent her from putting an end to their fun. Kanako yelps as she feels her injured ankle pulsing at Trixie’s grip. That yelp becomes a shout, as Jinx YANKS Kanako down off the ladder, leading the Japanese beauty’s face to smash onto one of the rungs once her feet hit the mat. Kanako flops to the mat, and the audience lets out a sympathetic groan, as they (and Trixie, to her horror) can see blood pouring from a gash that just opened up on her forehead, as well as from her mouth, where the impact on the rung forced her to bite her lip hard.
“OH MY GOD!!!” Trixie shouts in shock, emphasized by a hand over her mouth as she scurries to the Modern Day Ronin’s side. “I am SO SORRY! That wasn’t supposed to happen!” She cries out her apology as she cradles the dazed Japanese girl’s head, moving some of her hair from her face. “Are you okay? HRRRRGK!!”
She gets her answer in the form of a gloved hand clutching her throat. Trixie grasps for Kanako’s wrist to try and prise her hand away from choking her, and she looks down to see Kanako’s bloodied, yet still remarkably pretty, face twisted with indignant anger.
“Don’t care about winning, huh?” Kanako spits venom as she rises to a sitting position, her hand still wrapped around Trixie’s throat, as the goth beauty looks at her, eyes wide with panic. “Wanna hook up after the show, HUH??!!” Tears well up in both women’s eyes as Trixie can clearly see the feelings of heartbreak and betrayal behind Kanako’s rage. “Was it all a lie, “Jinx”?” She says softly as she releases her chokehold. “Even then, when you were trying to help me? All the advice, the flirting, the sweetness you showed me? Was it all just an act to get me to lower my defenses?”
Trixie coughs as Kanako releases her and she shakes her head emphatically, “N-no! It was an accident, Kanako! Please believe me! I just wanted to give you a match that you could be proud of! Look, just go ahead and climb the ladder, if you don’t believe me..I promise I won’t stop you. I just...I really don’t want you to hate me. All of these people booing me, I don’t care...But not you. Please, not you.” She then hides her face in her hands and begins sobbing, thinking she’s just sabotaged another potential relationship. For her part, the Tokyo Tiger simply listens to Jinx’s explanation, looking at her curiously, her words seeming to dissipate the red mist that had descended on her. Trixie shakes her head and wipes her eyes, trying to regain her composure. Once she accomplishes this, she rolls out of the ring to further show her willingness to not interfere with Kanako’s ascent. She gestures with both hands towards the hanging contract as if to nonverbally say, “There it is, go get it.” However, when she looks up to watch Kanako climb the ladder, she instead sees the Modern Day Ronin sitting on the middle rope, holding the strands open for Trixie.
“Come on,” Kanako says softly, an apologetic expression on her face, “let’s finish stealing this damn show.” Trixie licks her lips, hesitating for a moment, before giving a slight smile and a nod before climbing back into the ring, mouthing yet another “I’m sorry”. Releasing the ropes as she stands up she replies, “I’m sorry too, for losing my temper like that. I should’ve known you didn’t do that on purpose.” It’s at this point that the referee returns to the ring, attempting to clean Kanako’s wound up a little before they continue.
“I’m not gonna waste my time asking if you can continue,” he says as he wipes the blood from her face, albeit after a little resistance from the Japanese fighter, “but just let me do my job, okay?” Having finished that, he backs up once more to let the two women commence to beating on each other once more. Trixie crosses her arms across her chest, looking stern as Kanako strides up to her until they’re nose to nose.
“Talk,” Trixie prods Kanako, “make it look like we’re jawjacking.”
Kanako nods, her trademark intensity showing on her face. “You wanna have the first shove, or should I?” she asks, figuring out what Trixie has in mind.
“I’ll do it. I’m the bad girl here, I should be the aggressor.” she answers, chesting up to Kanako to enhance the illusion of a heated back-and-forth between the two of them. Kanako replies in kind, pushing back with her own not-insignificant chest.
“Whenever you’re ready then, cutie.” Kanako answers, the playful flirtiness back in her voice, despite the expression on her face and the show of aggression they’re both putting on. With a snarl, Trixie rears back and gives her a rough shove with both hands. Kanako staggers back a couple steps and, after giving the crowd a “Do you believe this?” look, she closes ranks again and responds with a shove of her own. Another volley of shoves follows, before Trixie turns Kanako’s head aside with a stinging bitchslap, which is reciprocated by the Tokyo Tiger in retaliation. The crowd is slowly whipped into a frenzy, all according to plan, as they exchange slaps again, and then a third time. Then, open hands become closed fists as both women begin unloading heavy bombs on each other, slowly building in speed, until they’re both wailing at each other simultaneously, causing the FAWNatics to explode in excitement. Trixie finally ends the mutual pummelling by burying a knee deep in Kanako’s gut, doubling her over. Grabbing the back of Kanako’s top, the goth beauty ejects her from the ring through the middle and bottom ropes, sending the Japanese girl tumbling to the floor.
Following the object of her affection to the outside, Trixie plays up her role as the de facto heel in this matchup to the tee, taking a moment to smooth out her dark hair and strike a pose for the crowd, to let them shower her with boos. She then struts over to Kanako, who is struggling to get to her feet, leaning on the guardrail for support. Trixie helps her up the rest of the way, pulling her to her feet by the hair to a yelp from the Modern Day Ronin. Putting a bracing arm across Kanako’s back while maintaining her handhold of hair, Trixie then takes a running start before whipping Kanako into the guardrail. Kanako shouts in pain, grasping her back as she slumps back against the steel, her arms draped across it to hold her up.
“How’s that feel, huh, Kanako?!” Trixie barks at her as she approaches her prey once more, for the benefit of those within earshot. “Doesn’t feel so good when it’s your back hitting the steel, is it?” she adds as she pulls Kanako’s head back by the hair, leaning in to whisper, “Sorry!”
“I’m a big girl,” Kanako answers, also at a whisper, “I can take it. Just do what you have to do.”
Trixie nods and whispers something else into Kanako’s ear, the nearby fans assuming it’s just more trash talk. She then drags Kanako to her feet again and Irish whips her into the guardrail once more, drawing another agonized yelp from FAWN’s Rookie of the Year. Rather than slumping against the guardrail this time, though, she staggers forward, right into a waiting Decker’s arms, laying her out with a swinging neckbreaker on the floor!
SWINGING NECKBREAKER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=tr2B-b6-aqA
Kanako lays out on the floor, grasping her head, groaning in agony. Trixie clambers to her feet, looking down at the fallen Japanese girl with an expression of smug satisfaction. She gives her opponent a disrespectful love tap with the toe of her boot before heading into the ring. Taking a moment to make sure the ladder is positioned optimally, the goth brawler slowly begins climbing the ladder, rung by rung. She’s about halfway up the ladder when she feels a tugging on her legs. Ignoring Trixie’s pleading protests, Kanako uses her surprising strength for her size to pull Trixie off the ladder, sending her down across the top rope, causing her to bounce back up into powerbomb position. Kanako then spins around and releases Jinx, sending her crashing down against the ladder!
SLINGSHOT POWERBOMB AGAINST A LADDER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJMiiX-DZOc
Trixie cries out as her back meets the steel, sending the ladder crashing down with a CLANG! Kanako looks down at her as she writhes in agony on the mat as the crowd roars its approval. “What are you waiting for?” Trixie says through gritted teeth, “Now’s your chance! Get up there!” she entreats, seeing Kanako’s hesitation. The Modern Day Ronin shakes her head and makes a show of pulling her right glove tight, sending the crowd into apoplexy, as they recognize her signal that she’s about to uncork one of the biggest weapons in her arsenal. Knowing that Trixie isn’t going to get up on her own, the Tokyo Tiger pulls her up to her feet, paying her back a little for the earlier hairpulls. Once Trixie is upright, albeit on unsteady legs, Kanako sends her back down to the mat with her devastating spinning back fist, known as the Uraken.
URAKEN: www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-IJQ4RSsDI
The goth beauty puddles to the mat, as Kanako points to the sky, signalling to the crowd that she’s about to go to the top to try and take Trixie out of the match once and for all. Slingshotting herself up to the top rope with a single leap, she rises to her perch as the crowd builds to a fever pitch. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she then launches herself into the air, targeting her foe with her graceful but brutal Run Her Through finisher!
RUN HER THROUGH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jizhKYuQcto
SNAP!
It was the one move Kanako should have taken out of her arsenal until she was sure her recovery was complete. Putting all her weight onto her previously injured ankle, combined with her returning too soon from said injury meant that this outcome was practically unavoidable. The audience is clued in to the fact that something is wrong, first by Kanako’s bloodcurdling scream, and then by her right foot hanging at an inhuman angle as she crumbles to the mat. As Kanako cries and screams, the referee scrambles to her side, trying desperately to get her to stay in place, before throwing up an “X” sign with his arms, the universal sign that something has gone awry in the ring, and that medical assistance is needed. As paramedics rush to the ring with a stretcher, Trixie slowly recovers from Kanako’s onslaught, only to look over to see the resulting tableau, eyes wide in horror as the realization of what’s happened dawns on her. As Kanako is being carried away, a hush having fallen over the crowd, save for Kanako’s cries, the zebra approaches the distraught Trixie.
“I’m sorry,” he says to her apologetically, “but Miss Christian says you need to climb the ladder.” he continues, pointing to his earpiece.
“What?” Trixie gasps, “Are you out of your mind?! Do you have any idea how hated I’ll be if I take a win that way?!!”
“I know and I’m sorry,” he answers, “but there has to be a winner. Miss Christian says if you don’t, both you and Kanako are fired.”
Trixie squeezes her eyes shut. If it were just her being fired, she wouldn’t care. But Kanako, too, on top of suffering such a devastating injury? She couldn’t do that to her, and that must have been exactly what FAWN’s commissioner was counting on. Tearful and defeated, Trixie sets the fallen ladder back up and ascends it to a chorus of shocked boos from the FAWNatics. As she takes hold of the clipboard, the bell rings and the jeers from the crowd shoot into overdrive.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and now owning a guaranteed shot at the Lightweight title...TRIXIE DECKER!!!”
The ring announcer can barely be heard over the crowd, making their feelings about the decision well known. Trixie can hardly blame them as she hops back down, handing the clipboard prop to the referee, and then leaving the ring. She shambles back up the entrance ramp, distraught and worried about Kanako, while the fans shout and jeer at her. She won the match...but she sure doesn’t feel like a winner here.
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“Coming to the ring first, from Flint, Michigan, standing at five feet, three inches and one-hundred seventeen pounds… TRIXIE 'JINX' DECKER!”
TRIXIE DECKER:
“GET JINXED” by Agnete Kjølsrud
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nlJuwO0GDs&list=PLRC0W1RT6xB3MiECdhclJnCkM7Hb-RNNM&t=0s&index=3
The lights dim and a purple glow hits the entrance ramp. A familiar chipper goth bursts through the curtain, blowing sarcastic kisses to the attendees. Trixie has always been a contentious wrestler to the fans – some love her but don't know why, while others loathe her and are particularly certain why – even though she's hardly on FAWN's villain scale. But as time's gone by, and she's more and more often been seen coming to the aid of those who generally had none, more FAWNatics are happy to see her.
There is, tonight, one noticeable hold-out. A heavyset man screams at Trixie as she passes, thrusting a sign up that says, “KANAKO, DECK DECKER!” Red-faced already, the fan spits as he bellows, “Kanako's gonna kick your--”
“Kiss me?” Trixie interrupts, sounding genuinely giddy. “Gosh, I hope so. She's pretty dreamy!”
Flustered, the man jabs his finger at the sign to assure Trixie whose side he's on. “No, she's gonna fuck you--”
“Whoa, tiger,” Trixie says, turning to the man. “I mean, I'm not opposed, but I try to wait til the second match. I'm not that kinda lady.” She smirks. “Sometimes.” As the fan continues to scream obscenities, Trixie skips to the ring and hops up on the skirt. Decker grabs the top rope and bends, making sure the fans see her perfect little butt in all of its glory before hopping over the cables and into the ring.
Trixie runs up the turnbuckles and waves to the fans once more before hopping back to the mat. The referee walks over and motions that he'll be doing a patdown. Trixie lifts her hands.
“Haven't seen you around in months,” the official says, checking Decker for weapons.
“FAWN's had me doing road shows. USO, Philippines, Mexico, a few other places,” Trixie says. “It was a lot of fun. If you ever get a chance to have people hate you in new places, I highly recommend it.”
The official looks up at her as he pats her boots. “I'll keep that in mind.
And then the lights go out.
The sound of air raid sirens fill the Arena as a pair of red searchlights scan the crowd, bringing the FAWNatics to their feet, roaring with applause. Finally, the searchlights halt their search at the top of the entrance ramp, only to find no-one there. On the FAWNtron, the Japanese kanji spelling out Kanako Akiyama’s name fades in, looking as if it were painted in blood. The Japanese characters then morph into English. After a pregnant pause...
DOOMSDAY JESUS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8KIdzgV83Y
The lights come back up and the stage fills with dry-ice fog as Zakk Wylde's growling vocals begin
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
As Wylde hits his primal scream, the Modern Day Ronin storms through the fog to a rousing round of applause.
"And her opponent...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!!!"
KANAKO AKIYAMA:
She is still wearing the kimono and kabuki mask that has become synonymous with the recent path of destruction she had cut prior to her injury that had earned her this opportunity. The presence of this entrance gear leads some in attendance to react with unease. Indeed, given what she did to Bianca Simpson at Season's Beatings, Kanako has received an outpouring of messages of concern for her mental well-being. That being said, the FAWN faithful are happy to see their diminutive warrior return to the ring, as is crystallized by a sign near the front row, held up enthusiastically by one of Kanako’s younger fans:
"WE MISSED YOU, KANAKO!!!"
Whether Kanako ignores or fails to see the sign is unclear - in any event, the Modern Day Ronin doesn’t react to it, nor any of the crowd for that matter. She ascends the ring steps and climbs through the ropes. In one fluid motion, she removes her kimono and flings it to the floor below, revealing her as-of-late ring gear 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. Kanako looks across the ring at the goth beauty and slowly takes off her mask. The FAWNatics hold their breath, as does Trixie and the referee, until it's removed completely, showing...Kanako's pretty face, unblemished by any face paint, menacing or otherwise. She flings the mask into the crowd like a frisbee and stands there in the corner, unable to take her eyes off of Trixie, looking incredibly, uncharacteristically, shy.
The official moves in to check Akiyama for weapons but Trixie calls out, “Hey, if you want it real good and thorough, I'll frisk her. I'll go in deep.”
The referee, kneeling to pat Kanako's boots, starts to retort but looks up and sees the newcomer biting her lower lip and getting rosy cheeks. He looks back at Trixie, who's winking. The referee looks again to Kanako, who is suddenly aware of his gaze. He only smiles and shakes his head. “Y'know, I was worried about this match for all the wrong reasons.”
As he stands and moves away, Trixie saunters over and holds out her hand. “Have a great fight, cutie,” Decker chirps. Kanako takes the hand and starts a shake but the goth yanks her hand. A small part of her brain screams, “It was a trap,” as handshakes turned to hand yanks usually end in sucker punches or clotheslines. This time, however, the hand is pulled up to Trixie's lips and she gives it a kiss before returning to her corner.
Kanako goes full blush. The FAWNatics, to say the least, are shocked. Some send out, “Ooooooh!” Others go, “Awwwww.” Further back, one fan rips up his anti-Trixie sign and screams, “GOD DAMN IT MOTHER FUCKER NO!”
From her corner, Trixie smiles. “That guy's night is ruined. I feel like I've already won.”
“Well, if that's your prize, hold the ladder for her?” the ref laughs.
“And deprive this beauty of foreplay?” Trixie says in mock horror. The bell rings and both women snap to attention, running at each other and locking up at the collar.
From the outside, the FAWNatics see two women who've gone from flirting to warriors in zero, flat. But locked up with each other, it's different. Hidden in their private little world, each woman evenly pushing against the other and getting no give, Trixie whispers in her opponent's ear, “Didn't hear from you. You okay? I've been a little worried about you.” Trixie doesn't have to say why. Kanako can hear it in her voice.
Kanako hesitates at first, but ultimately decides that doing anything but be completely up front with Trixie would upset her sense of honor. "I got...a wake up call from a couple of friends,” she begins, figuring she didn’t need to mention them by name. “...I'm not all the way back yet, but I'm getting there. If I'm being honest, getting to see you has been a big help, even if it's from across the ring." Her face flushed and her ears grew hot as her confession went on.
Trixie nods. “Going to your right. I got another question but I don't think we can get away with a lock-up heart-to-heart all match.” As Kanako processes this, Trixie grabs her arm and twists it, slipping to the right and behind Kanako. She pins the arm behind the LA fighter and wraps an arm under her chin, pulling her back. Again, Akiyama hears the woman's words in her ear.
“Uh, so, I don't really care how this match goes,” Decker says, pressing her face against Kanako's ear. To the fans, it looks like the Jinx is growling threats to her opponent. “But I promise I won't disrespect you by not giving you a match. You deserve better than that. That said, afterwards, wanna go get something to eat? I know a Chuck E. Cheese with the loosest Skee-Ball ticket slots you've ever seen.”
Kanako yelps at the hammerlock, but settles into it when it's clear what she's doing "I...I...gosh, I would really like that..." she says shyly before deftly twisting around so she's facing Trixie. With a grin, she kisses her cheek and then gives her a quick arm drag. Before Trixie can get her bearings, Kanako breaks out into a dash against the ropes and, just as the goth cutie gets to her knees, Kanako delivers a basement hurancanrana.
BASEMENT HURANCANRANA: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xjBkuD59EE
Immediately upon impact, Kanako applies a sitting side headlock "Sorry!" she's quick to apologize for the sudden burst of offense. "Are you okay?"
Trixie croaks out a laugh from the headlock. “Don't… apologize for—doing--” Trixie manages to get her elbow under Kanako's chin and thrust back. It looks wicked, but truthfully it shocks the smaller wrestler way more than hurts her and frees Decker. Trixie pushes Kanako a little further and kicks her legs over Kanako's face and chest, clamping her thighs so her crotch is right in the young woman's face in a neck-scissor hold. Trixie looks back as she plants her palms on the mat and tightens the scissor. Smiling, she finishes the sentence. “Your job.” As Kanako struggles, Trixie smirks and paintbrushes herself against Akiyama's mouth. “Meant to ask, we going old-school FAWN in this match or should we stick with the sorta date you can tell the folks about? I can be old fashioned if you like.”
Kanako paws at Trixie's midsection, flailing and trying to look like she's trying to free herself, although, truth be told, this is the first time she hasn't really minded being in a hold like this. "Nnngh! If..I'm going to let you...have your way with me...I'd prefer there be fewer witnesses."
“Awwww, but your thighs look so delicious,” Trixie giggles as she tightens her legs, adding a bit of smother pressure. “And I'm in the perfect angle to give 'em a bit of a nibble.”
The referee coughs nervously. “Can…. Can you save that for later?”
The distraction is enough to make Trixie loosen her hold without thinking and, before she can react, Kanako is out from under her and rolling to a stand. Trixie rolls to her feet and stands, circling the mat. “Hard to get! I like it!”
Kanako grins "Only between the ropes, cutie," she replies, finally finding her feet where the flirting is concerned, "I think you'll find me much easier prey behind closed doors." With that, she closes ranks with Trixie in another collar-and-elbow tieup. Kanako quickly does a standing switch into a rear waistlock and, in a show of the diminutive girl's strength, muscles the bigger girl down to the mat, riding her back, with the waistlock still applied.
“I...I know this is a ladder match.” Kanako whispers into Jinx’s ear, “And people have...certain expectations that come with that. I know I can trust you to keep things clean, but the nature of the beast and all...How do you want to play this out?” she prodded her future date, trying to get a feel for just how violent this was going to get.
Trixie's hands grip Kanako's wrists as she replies. “Fight a match you'll be proud of,” Trixie says with a grunt. “I trust you. Trust yourself.” Trixie pressed her thumbs hard into the new talent's wrists, almost breaking the sweetness of the moment, and begins pulling the hands wrapped around her apart. She grins back at her captor. “I mean, I'm going to fight back, obviously. It's not fun if I just roll over.”
Decker almost immediately pays for breaking her own attention as Akiyama slammed her hands back together, tightening the waistlock. There are, of course, a few ways to break this hold. And most conventional wrestlers would take them. Trixie Decker, however, prefers to go different routes and, instead, manages to roll over, flattening Kanako under her. But the woman doesn't release the hold. So Trixie rolls over again, pushing herself up to her knees and grabbing Kanako's legs to pull her up to a piggy back position. Trixie grunts and mutters as she rises to her feet, only to flop backwards full-force.
Kanako lets out a pained grunt as the air rushes from her lungs. The impact shocks her grip loose, but, in a show of her infamous tenacity, she quickly recovers and switches from a rear waistlock to a rear naked choke
"Nice try, Trixie," she purrs into her ear, "and it almost worked! I did enjoy the ride leading up to it, though! Do you charge admission?" She tries flirting with her as she attempts to choke her out.
Trixie barely holds in a laugh at this. She's not used to someone else talking nonstop in a match, but considering the situation she's in. Fighting her urge to headbutt backwards, which considering how tight Akiyama has the choke on will only do more damage to Trixie.
Decker raises an elbow and drives it back into Kanako's right side. The choke tightens briefly, possibly out of reflex. Trixie delivers another elbow, this time slightly higher and into Kanako's ribs. She feels the choke start to loosen, even if only a bit. Another elbow into the ribs and Trixie feels the choke get even looser. Decker grabs the wrist across her neck and begins to pry and twist it, trying to break to choke.
Feeling Trixie beginning to escape, Kanako takes a deep breath and...releases the bodyscissors and rolls away, allowing her potential love interest time to recover as she gets to her feet and tries to shake the cobwebs that her conflicting emotions are causing. Truth be told, as tight as she had the chokehold cinched in, there was a part of her that, at least subconsciously, wanted her to escape, so she wouldn't have to render her unconscious.
Trixie, meanwhile, coughs a bit as she rubs her windpipe. She looks up at Kanako, noticing she's keeping her distance for the moment. "Not taking it easy on me, are you, Little Dragon?" she chirps, a smirk returning to her face.
Kanako smiles and shakes her head, "Sorry...As much as I like you, no. I've worked damn hard to get this opportunity, and I'm not gonna let my hormones allow it to pass me by. This is wrestling, and we're going to hurt each other plenty before it's over...Doesn't mean I have to like it."
The goth beauty nods in understanding as she rises to her feet. “That mean we’re done playing footsie, Kanako?”
The Japanese fighter nods, raising her hands, “For now, I’m afraid so, Trixie. I am looking forward to you showing me a good time later, if we’re not too banged up, though.” She gives her a grin and a wink that is reciprocated by her opponent.
“Alright, then,” Trixie answers, “for the record...I like you too. Let’s go.” With that, the two women close ranks on each other locking up in a collar and elbow tieup - this time for real. They grunt and groan as they push and pull against one another, trying to gain an advantage. Trixie, having watched all of Kanako’s matches, knows that the Modern Day Ronin is strong for her size, but she’s never actually experienced that strength firsthand, until now. So she’s a little surprised to find the smaller girl not only holding her own, but actually leading this dance, taking more ground than giving, until she finds herself pushed back into the corner. Kanako is able to light Trixie’s chest up with a pair of wicked looking (and sounding!) knife-edge chops before the rookie zebra begins his five-count, prompting the Tokyo Tiger to send Jinx out of the corner, Irish whipping her to the opposite end. Trixie grunts as her back slams into the turnbuckles, but she recovers quickly as Kanako makes her approach, exploding out of the corner with a clothesline that puts FAWN’s Rookie of the Year on her back. Trixie quickly follows it up by leaping into the air and dropping an elbow right in the middle of Kanako’s chest. The Japanese beauty gasps and convulses with the impact. Jinx, meanwhile, quickly gets to her feet and likewise drags Kanako up as well, being kind enough to keep out of her potential love interest’s hair. She then scoops the smaller girl up for a slam, holding her up for several moments, unable to resist feeling her up a little bit before bringing her crashing down to the mat. As Kanako groans and writhes on the mat, Trixie heads off to generally unfamiliar territory: the top rope. As she rises on her perch, she looks down upon her prey and shakes her head slightly, clearly conflicted. “Why did they have to put me against you?” she whispers to herself before she takes flight, crashing down onto Kanako with a Superfly Splash. Knowing full well that pins don’t count in a ladder match, the goth beauty rolls off Kanako and flips her over onto her stomach and hops onto her back, hooking her arms over her knees and pulling back on the smaller girl’s chin with a painful camel clutch.
“AARRRGH!!” Kanako growls in pain, looking up at her tormentor, “Don’t care about winning, huh?”
“Well, you know,” she replies apologetically, “I still have to give you a good match, right? Plus, let’s be real here...this is for a shot at a title. I’d be stupid to pass it up if it comes my way. And, be honest, Kanako, you wouldn’t respect me if I did either, would you?” Kanako says nothing, but nods imperceptibly in concession, which becomes cries of anguish as Jinx wrenches back on the hold some more to a rising chorus of boos from the crowd.
“God damnit!!” Kanako yells out in pain, but also frustration as she hears the crowd turning on Trixie. “Why the hell are they booing you? You haven’t done anything wrong!”
“They’re booing because I’m hurting you, sweetie.” Trixie answers simply, “It just shows how much they love you! Something they and I have in common, by the way.” When Kanako opens her mouth to protest further, she finds herself cut off by the Michigan native, “Listen, it’s fine. I’ve been booed plenty over my career. I’m okay with being the bad girl right now, especially if that means they cheer you all the more when you climb that ladder!” With that, she unhooks Kanako’s arms and releases the hold, getting off of her back and pulling the Japanese girl to her feet in a headlock. She then hooks her left leg and hoists her aloft, holding her in place to give her and the audience time to think about it. In those moments, she looks down at her struggling opponent, finding herself taken once more by Kanako’s beauty. Unable to help herself, she gives Kanako a quick peck on the cheek and a regretful, “Sorry, cutie.” She then drops to the mat, bringing Kanako with her and driving her into the mat herself with a fishermanbuster.
FISHERMANBUSTER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=4C3Msd_bqRo
Kanako splays out on the canvas, a dazed starfish while Trixie sits back on her haunches, looking down at the Tokyo Tiger and licking her lips. Were this a normal match, she’d definitely be going for a pin here. But it’s not a normal match - it’s a ladder match. And so, she goes to work, sliding out of the ring under the bottom rope. A low buzz rolls cross the FAWN faithful, as they know just what Trixie is up to. Sure enough, she makes a beeline for the nearest ladder that’s been set up at ringside, folding it up to bring it into the ring. She sets it onto the ring apron, preparing to slide it into the ring when her plans are interrupted by a pair of red wrestling shoes diving into the ladder from the other side. Apparently, Trixie’s trip to the outside gave Kanako enough time to recover and get her second wind, and she reacts to Trixie finally introducing a ladder to the proceedings by delivering a diving dropkick to said ladder, knocking it into the raven-haired beauty.
“AAAHH!!” Trixie yelps in surprise and pain as the ladder knocks her back into the guardrail as it falls to the floor with a CLANG! Clambering to her feet, Kanako looks down at Trixie, struggling to keep on her feet, and she springs into action. She sprints into the ropes and on the rebound, in a breathtaking display of her aerial prowess, she leaps over the top rope, flipping in midair in an eye-popping somersault plancha!
SOMERSAULT PLANCHA: www.youtube.com/watch?v=joCMF6xBYHE
Trixie again lets out a pained shout as she finds herself sandwiched between the metal guardrail and the back of the woman she was hoping to spend some quality time with after this. Upon impact, Kanako smoothly rolls away and to her feet while Trixie groans and slumps down to her knees. The Tokyo Tiger surveils the wreckage she’s caused as she weighs her options. She looks out to the FAWN faithful, who are buzzing in anticipation, and a sly smile slowly creeps across her lips. She then picks up the ladder and finishes Trixie’s work of sliding it into the ring, following after it under the bottom rope with her typical smoothness of motion. Setting the hardware up in the middle of the ring as quickly she could, Kanako then begins her ascent. Rung after rung, she climbs closer and closer to the top, and the awaiting contract. She’s about two-thirds of the way up, when she feels a hand clamp down on her ankle. Apparently, the goth beauty hadn’t been dazed as badly as Kanako had thought and, seeing her playmate getting ready to put an early end to things, sprung into action to prevent her from putting an end to their fun. Kanako yelps as she feels her injured ankle pulsing at Trixie’s grip. That yelp becomes a shout, as Jinx YANKS Kanako down off the ladder, leading the Japanese beauty’s face to smash onto one of the rungs once her feet hit the mat. Kanako flops to the mat, and the audience lets out a sympathetic groan, as they (and Trixie, to her horror) can see blood pouring from a gash that just opened up on her forehead, as well as from her mouth, where the impact on the rung forced her to bite her lip hard.
“OH MY GOD!!!” Trixie shouts in shock, emphasized by a hand over her mouth as she scurries to the Modern Day Ronin’s side. “I am SO SORRY! That wasn’t supposed to happen!” She cries out her apology as she cradles the dazed Japanese girl’s head, moving some of her hair from her face. “Are you okay? HRRRRGK!!”
She gets her answer in the form of a gloved hand clutching her throat. Trixie grasps for Kanako’s wrist to try and prise her hand away from choking her, and she looks down to see Kanako’s bloodied, yet still remarkably pretty, face twisted with indignant anger.
“Don’t care about winning, huh?” Kanako spits venom as she rises to a sitting position, her hand still wrapped around Trixie’s throat, as the goth beauty looks at her, eyes wide with panic. “Wanna hook up after the show, HUH??!!” Tears well up in both women’s eyes as Trixie can clearly see the feelings of heartbreak and betrayal behind Kanako’s rage. “Was it all a lie, “Jinx”?” She says softly as she releases her chokehold. “Even then, when you were trying to help me? All the advice, the flirting, the sweetness you showed me? Was it all just an act to get me to lower my defenses?”
Trixie coughs as Kanako releases her and she shakes her head emphatically, “N-no! It was an accident, Kanako! Please believe me! I just wanted to give you a match that you could be proud of! Look, just go ahead and climb the ladder, if you don’t believe me..I promise I won’t stop you. I just...I really don’t want you to hate me. All of these people booing me, I don’t care...But not you. Please, not you.” She then hides her face in her hands and begins sobbing, thinking she’s just sabotaged another potential relationship. For her part, the Tokyo Tiger simply listens to Jinx’s explanation, looking at her curiously, her words seeming to dissipate the red mist that had descended on her. Trixie shakes her head and wipes her eyes, trying to regain her composure. Once she accomplishes this, she rolls out of the ring to further show her willingness to not interfere with Kanako’s ascent. She gestures with both hands towards the hanging contract as if to nonverbally say, “There it is, go get it.” However, when she looks up to watch Kanako climb the ladder, she instead sees the Modern Day Ronin sitting on the middle rope, holding the strands open for Trixie.
“Come on,” Kanako says softly, an apologetic expression on her face, “let’s finish stealing this damn show.” Trixie licks her lips, hesitating for a moment, before giving a slight smile and a nod before climbing back into the ring, mouthing yet another “I’m sorry”. Releasing the ropes as she stands up she replies, “I’m sorry too, for losing my temper like that. I should’ve known you didn’t do that on purpose.” It’s at this point that the referee returns to the ring, attempting to clean Kanako’s wound up a little before they continue.
“I’m not gonna waste my time asking if you can continue,” he says as he wipes the blood from her face, albeit after a little resistance from the Japanese fighter, “but just let me do my job, okay?” Having finished that, he backs up once more to let the two women commence to beating on each other once more. Trixie crosses her arms across her chest, looking stern as Kanako strides up to her until they’re nose to nose.
“Talk,” Trixie prods Kanako, “make it look like we’re jawjacking.”
Kanako nods, her trademark intensity showing on her face. “You wanna have the first shove, or should I?” she asks, figuring out what Trixie has in mind.
“I’ll do it. I’m the bad girl here, I should be the aggressor.” she answers, chesting up to Kanako to enhance the illusion of a heated back-and-forth between the two of them. Kanako replies in kind, pushing back with her own not-insignificant chest.
“Whenever you’re ready then, cutie.” Kanako answers, the playful flirtiness back in her voice, despite the expression on her face and the show of aggression they’re both putting on. With a snarl, Trixie rears back and gives her a rough shove with both hands. Kanako staggers back a couple steps and, after giving the crowd a “Do you believe this?” look, she closes ranks again and responds with a shove of her own. Another volley of shoves follows, before Trixie turns Kanako’s head aside with a stinging bitchslap, which is reciprocated by the Tokyo Tiger in retaliation. The crowd is slowly whipped into a frenzy, all according to plan, as they exchange slaps again, and then a third time. Then, open hands become closed fists as both women begin unloading heavy bombs on each other, slowly building in speed, until they’re both wailing at each other simultaneously, causing the FAWNatics to explode in excitement. Trixie finally ends the mutual pummelling by burying a knee deep in Kanako’s gut, doubling her over. Grabbing the back of Kanako’s top, the goth beauty ejects her from the ring through the middle and bottom ropes, sending the Japanese girl tumbling to the floor.
Following the object of her affection to the outside, Trixie plays up her role as the de facto heel in this matchup to the tee, taking a moment to smooth out her dark hair and strike a pose for the crowd, to let them shower her with boos. She then struts over to Kanako, who is struggling to get to her feet, leaning on the guardrail for support. Trixie helps her up the rest of the way, pulling her to her feet by the hair to a yelp from the Modern Day Ronin. Putting a bracing arm across Kanako’s back while maintaining her handhold of hair, Trixie then takes a running start before whipping Kanako into the guardrail. Kanako shouts in pain, grasping her back as she slumps back against the steel, her arms draped across it to hold her up.
“How’s that feel, huh, Kanako?!” Trixie barks at her as she approaches her prey once more, for the benefit of those within earshot. “Doesn’t feel so good when it’s your back hitting the steel, is it?” she adds as she pulls Kanako’s head back by the hair, leaning in to whisper, “Sorry!”
“I’m a big girl,” Kanako answers, also at a whisper, “I can take it. Just do what you have to do.”
Trixie nods and whispers something else into Kanako’s ear, the nearby fans assuming it’s just more trash talk. She then drags Kanako to her feet again and Irish whips her into the guardrail once more, drawing another agonized yelp from FAWN’s Rookie of the Year. Rather than slumping against the guardrail this time, though, she staggers forward, right into a waiting Decker’s arms, laying her out with a swinging neckbreaker on the floor!
SWINGING NECKBREAKER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=tr2B-b6-aqA
Kanako lays out on the floor, grasping her head, groaning in agony. Trixie clambers to her feet, looking down at the fallen Japanese girl with an expression of smug satisfaction. She gives her opponent a disrespectful love tap with the toe of her boot before heading into the ring. Taking a moment to make sure the ladder is positioned optimally, the goth brawler slowly begins climbing the ladder, rung by rung. She’s about halfway up the ladder when she feels a tugging on her legs. Ignoring Trixie’s pleading protests, Kanako uses her surprising strength for her size to pull Trixie off the ladder, sending her down across the top rope, causing her to bounce back up into powerbomb position. Kanako then spins around and releases Jinx, sending her crashing down against the ladder!
SLINGSHOT POWERBOMB AGAINST A LADDER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJMiiX-DZOc
Trixie cries out as her back meets the steel, sending the ladder crashing down with a CLANG! Kanako looks down at her as she writhes in agony on the mat as the crowd roars its approval. “What are you waiting for?” Trixie says through gritted teeth, “Now’s your chance! Get up there!” she entreats, seeing Kanako’s hesitation. The Modern Day Ronin shakes her head and makes a show of pulling her right glove tight, sending the crowd into apoplexy, as they recognize her signal that she’s about to uncork one of the biggest weapons in her arsenal. Knowing that Trixie isn’t going to get up on her own, the Tokyo Tiger pulls her up to her feet, paying her back a little for the earlier hairpulls. Once Trixie is upright, albeit on unsteady legs, Kanako sends her back down to the mat with her devastating spinning back fist, known as the Uraken.
URAKEN: www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-IJQ4RSsDI
The goth beauty puddles to the mat, as Kanako points to the sky, signalling to the crowd that she’s about to go to the top to try and take Trixie out of the match once and for all. Slingshotting herself up to the top rope with a single leap, she rises to her perch as the crowd builds to a fever pitch. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she then launches herself into the air, targeting her foe with her graceful but brutal Run Her Through finisher!
RUN HER THROUGH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jizhKYuQcto
SNAP!
It was the one move Kanako should have taken out of her arsenal until she was sure her recovery was complete. Putting all her weight onto her previously injured ankle, combined with her returning too soon from said injury meant that this outcome was practically unavoidable. The audience is clued in to the fact that something is wrong, first by Kanako’s bloodcurdling scream, and then by her right foot hanging at an inhuman angle as she crumbles to the mat. As Kanako cries and screams, the referee scrambles to her side, trying desperately to get her to stay in place, before throwing up an “X” sign with his arms, the universal sign that something has gone awry in the ring, and that medical assistance is needed. As paramedics rush to the ring with a stretcher, Trixie slowly recovers from Kanako’s onslaught, only to look over to see the resulting tableau, eyes wide in horror as the realization of what’s happened dawns on her. As Kanako is being carried away, a hush having fallen over the crowd, save for Kanako’s cries, the zebra approaches the distraught Trixie.
“I’m sorry,” he says to her apologetically, “but Miss Christian says you need to climb the ladder.” he continues, pointing to his earpiece.
“What?” Trixie gasps, “Are you out of your mind?! Do you have any idea how hated I’ll be if I take a win that way?!!”
“I know and I’m sorry,” he answers, “but there has to be a winner. Miss Christian says if you don’t, both you and Kanako are fired.”
Trixie squeezes her eyes shut. If it were just her being fired, she wouldn’t care. But Kanako, too, on top of suffering such a devastating injury? She couldn’t do that to her, and that must have been exactly what FAWN’s commissioner was counting on. Tearful and defeated, Trixie sets the fallen ladder back up and ascends it to a chorus of shocked boos from the FAWNatics. As she takes hold of the clipboard, the bell rings and the jeers from the crowd shoot into overdrive.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and now owning a guaranteed shot at the Lightweight title...TRIXIE DECKER!!!”
The ring announcer can barely be heard over the crowd, making their feelings about the decision well known. Trixie can hardly blame them as she hops back down, handing the clipboard prop to the referee, and then leaving the ring. She shambles back up the entrance ramp, distraught and worried about Kanako, while the fans shout and jeer at her. She won the match...but she sure doesn’t feel like a winner here.
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