Post by hawkeye on Sept 6, 2021 15:40:12 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined total of two-hundred and thirty pounds, they are REIKO OHNO AND SEAH SIN, THE ASIAN INVASION!”
Yuko Ogura might’ve been long gone but that didn’t stop the jeers from raining down when Euphoria’s ‘Jealousy Valentine’ coursed through the sound system. In the same breath, brush strokes appeared over the red disc on the FAWN’tron to form towering Kanji characters. After a moment, the sub-title appeared underneath:
[ASIAN INVASION]
SEAH SIN:
REIKO OHNO:
Yet more boos as a pair of figures in sweeping black satin robes brushed through the curtain to and took up residence at the center of the stage. As one, the former Tag Team Champions swept aside their coverings and tossed them aside to reveal matching blood red bikinis, accessorized with red boots and pads, Seah Sin and Reiko Ohno showing a unified front with their attire. Answering the boos with scorn and derision of their own, the dangerous duo exchanged a few words in confidence before heading down the ramp.
Neither the Cyclone or the Little Dragon had any interest in exchanging words with the Floridiots, though they were certainly happy to threaten various forms of bodily harm to anyone foolish enough to mouth off as they made their way to the squared circle. Seah took the lead during the last leg of their journey, the high-flyer breaking into a quick sprint that powered a dive under the bottom rope. Reiko chose the steps to apron approach, though rather than slip through the ropes she leapt onto the top strand and vaulted through the air to land directly beside her partner.
“You think those washed out relics have a chance against us?” Sin barked to the hard camera. “They’re nothing but roadside trash on our march back to the Tag Team Titles!”
The crowd didn’t seem to agree and they let Seah know quite emphatically, not that this stopped Reiko from doubling down on the Little Dragon’s rhetoric. “Sanders. West. Your time has long since passed. But the Invasion? We’re in the second wave. And we’re never going to stop.”
There might’ve been more in that vein if not for the approach of Senior Official Nick Castle, whose sudden appearance sent Sin and Ohno stalking to the far corner to await the arrival of their overrated opposition.
With the icons having proven themselves more than credible with a win against the Lost Daughters in their first collaboration, the FAWNatics wait with bated breath to see if the odd couple Of Kylie and Emily can repeat their success against the Invaders in the ring.
The buzz of the crowd grew as everyone’s attention turned from the AI 2.0 to the upper stage and the imminent arrival of the future Hall of Famers.
Behind the curtain, Sanders was the more animated of the legends, knowing very well the stakes that existed with each win and, more importantly, loss. On the other hand, the Black Queen seemed without a worry. Ky turned to her new partner.
“Don’t kid yourself. These two are dangerous. More than for what people give them credit.”
Emily held up a hand in reassurance.
“I know, Kylie. You forget.”
Emily’s right index finger pointed to her temple.
Kylie grinned and nodded. “OK”.
The sound of Iggy Azalea gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerted the FAWNatics and the inexplicable duo it’s time to show they’re still a force with which to be reckoned.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Kylie and Emily burst through the curtains and claimed the attention of every single pair of eyes in the house, including the sets in the ring, Asian Invasion Mach II ready to make their mark and rejoin the title picture.
KYLIE SANDERS:
EMILY WEST:
And the tide continued to turn within the sellout throng, those assembled offering Sanders and West a fervent howdy-do, the applause far outweighing the remaining bitter core of the bitter Corps.
There remained little hint of interest in the goings-on of the crowd between blonde and brunette, each striding confidently toward their collective tableau, focusing on their Slaybor Day assignment.
The silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty moved up the steps to a fair share of clapping, though it continues to be counterbalanced by the those who’ll never forgive her historic turn.
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
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Em received a significant up-tick in love from her counterpart, the assembled excited about seeing the Sensual Scholar back in action after such a long time away from the squared circle.
Ky waited for West to reach the apron next to her, the Queen garbed in a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Beneath, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Traveling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) Emily’s strong legs were armored in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. This regal style was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of her favorite chess piece.
They slipped through the cables simultaneously and strode through a walk-by of the Yuko-less Invaders before heading to the opposite corner without any amplified commentary.
The Announcer, realizing he didn’t have to wait for a soliloquy from West or Sanders, made their arrival official.
“And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and thirty-six pounds, they are the Amazing Academic and the Platinum Pixie. They are the celebrated and illustrious EMILY WEST & KYLIE SANDERS!”
West bowed and again convinced Ky to do the same, the Hawkeye growing more comfortable at being back in the good graces of some.
The duo discussed who will lead off tonight’s effort. Sanders eventually nodded and slipped through the ropes, leaving the initial leg to the Black Queen.
When the bell sounded it was Seah advancing for the Invasion and Emily playing vanguard for FAWN’s newest, oddest couple. “I don’t know what your game is, West.” Sin growled as she began to circle the former World Champion. “But you’re not going to use Reiko and I as pawns.”
“Perish the thought.” Em told her opponent. “I would never treat either of you so shabbily… not that there’s anything you could do about it, were I to plan otherwise.”
Sin’s eyes narrowed, the Little Dragon clearly not impressed by the veteran’s attitude. “Watch your mouth, bytch. Or I’ll kick it up between your shoulders.”
West answered with a smile full of mocking sympathy. “Strong words, for a pawn.”
Seah snarled, pounced at the taller woman and paid for her impetuousness via a Kneelift driven into the pit of her stomach. The body blow doubled Sin over, so Emily straightened her up with a snappy European Uppercut that knocked the brunette’s teeth together with an audible ‘clack!’ Seah backpedaled so West followed after and went in low, the Amazing Academic forcing her head between Sin’s thighs an instant before she wrapped her arms around those same gams. A yelp from Seah and a curse from Reiko when Emily straightened up and twirled through a couple quick rotations, the last of which finished with her facing Kylie.
“What, you’re just going to pick her up and carry her over?” Sanders asked. “Don’t even wanna scuff her up a--” West went up on tiptoe, then snapped forward and down to THWHUMP her burden onto the deck with a quick Alabama Slam!
ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EI1Pb-ftmik
“When the time comes, that’s exactly what I’ll do.” Emily noted once she’d grabbed hold of Seah’s right ankle and regained her feet. “Until then I‘m going to break down her legs a bit, if you don‘t mind.” Sanders didn’t, so Emily pushed the Korean’s captured leg forward at a sharp angle and delivered half a dozen sharp Toe Kicks to the meat of Sin’s thigh. Seah yelped, tried to twist free of West’s grasp and got her ankle twisted for her troubles.
A few more kicks slowed her scrabbling enough for Em to raise her right arm high overhead and deliver a perfectly-placed Elbow Drop to the side of Seah’s right knee. Yanking the smaller wrestler’s lower leg tight against her torso in the aftermath, Emily clasped her hands to keep the trapped limb secure and proceeded to craaaaaaaaaaaaank it against her encroaching flank. It was hardly fancy, but Kylie knew that the tactics were A) quite effective and B) provided an obvious target for her own offense.
ELBOW DROP ON LEG & CALF HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SAfFNewFAA
“Dusty old bytch!” Sin groaned as she pounded angry Forearm Smashes across her attacker’s shoulders. “Get your ass offa OOOOOWWWW!”
The Black Queen gripped Seah’s heel in one hand, the toe of her boot in the other and twisted both to put unpleasant strain on the trapped brunette’s ankle. “I’m afraid you’ll need a great deal more than a sharp tongue if you want to be free of--”
Sin must’ve realized this too because she brought her free leg up and over, threading it across West’s chin to bring her to the canvas for what would undoubtedly be a Jujigatame if the Little Dragon could separate Emily’s newly-clasped hands. “How about I mash my boot into your overrated face?” Seah hissed as she grrrrrrrrrround her left heel into Emily’s cheek. “Or maybe I’ll just snap this scrawny little arm of youWHOOOAAAH!” Sin’s threat remained precisely that because rolled to one knee and in so doing stacked Seah on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Seah wriggled free, popped to boot-leather and tried to put one deep in the pit of West’s stomach. Alas, tried was the operative word because the Amazing Academic caught her ankle in both hands, then halved the grip so she could pound several Hammer Punches into her opponent’s knee. Sin hissed, reached out to one side and managed to grab hold of the top strand. “Ropes!” she called to Merle. “Ropes goddammit, get this hag offa RRRGGGH!”
Careful to keep the tag rope secured in one hand, Kylie leaned into the ring and brought her fist down on Sin’s wrist to break her hold on the top rope! Seah yowled, swiped at the Iowan and almost lost her balance when West whipped that purloined leg away with as much force as she could muster. Doing so put Seah’s back to the Black Queen, it also threaded her leg into the gap between top and middle rope.
This arrangement allowed Sin to once again latch onto the top rope, and with both hands this time. “Back up!” she demanded at the top of her lungs. “Back up you has-beens, I’m in the ropNNNNGGGHHH!” Emily snatched a handful of the Little Dragon’s hair, wrenched her head backward and delivered another quick European Uppercut to the base of her skull!
“Jeeze, I was trying to get her off the ropes and then you go and put her right back in ‘em!” the Pleasant Valley Pariah grumbled as Emily strode over and reached out for a tag.
“What are these ropes you speak of?” West asked, not out of countenance in the slightest. “I don’t see any ropes, I see a silver platter.”
Sanders couldn’t argue with that, so she vaulted into the ring and CRACKED a Knife-Edge Chop between Sin’s shoulders!
“Get ‘em back, you asshole!” Reiko barked from the other side of the ring. “She’s been in the ropes for like five minutes!”
“C’mon Kylie, ease off, alright?” Merle told the veteran before she could pile on any more punishment. Sanders nodded understanding, raised both hands overhead and ceded several steps. Satisfied, the official turned back to Sin and said, “Go on and catch your breath, Seah. Then we’ll reset in the middle of the--”
“Shut the hell up.” Seah as she tried to work out the aches and pains without leaving the safety of the strands.
“C’mon now, there’s no need to be rude. Just take a sec and--”
A roar from the crowd drew the zebra’s attention just in time for him to dive out of Kylie’s way as she bore down on the recuperating Invader. Reiko’s warning came far too late to do Seah any good, in fact she was still facing away from Sanders when the blonde went airborne and PWAAAKED both heels into the back of her skull courtesy of a Dropkick!
Sin’s noggin whipped forward and her arms fell limp over the ropes, but she didn’t tumble to the mat. She stayed right where she was until Ky wrapped a Waistlock around her hips and muscled her loose. Swinging around so that she was facing Ohno, Sanders blew the Cyclone a kiss from over Seah’s right shoulder, then dropped her hips and took the knock-kneed Lightweight up, over and DOWN via a German Suplex! Genuinely astounded by the teamwork put on display by the longtime rivals, the FAWNatics joined Merle in counting off…
ONE…
TWO…
Sin twisted loose with a second to spare, the diminutive brunette slopping out on her stomach in the wake of the clinician’s hot start.
“Why you so quiet all the sudden, cutie?” Kylie asked Seah as she filled her hands with the Little Dragon’s hair. “You were talking up a storm for my partner, but now you got nothing to say?”
“Kuuuuhhhh… kiss my ass.” Sin swept the blonde into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up only to have Sanders brush it aside and dip down to collect Seah’s right leg at the ankle.
“You said right leg, yeah?” she asked Emily after driving a few quick elbows into the vulnerable joint.
“You know I--”
“Don’t ignore me, bytch.” Sin interrupted. “One lucky win against the Lost Chumps doesn’t erase any of the stank of the last three yeaOOOOOWWWWWWW!” Sanders snapped under Seah’s leg and laid out on her back to dump the Invader on her back with a Dragon Screw.
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVjbIKydOso
Still holding onto the brunette’s leg, Kylie got to her feet and forced Seah to do the same. Transitioning the Single Leg into an equally smooth cradle, Sanders reeled her foe into a Front Facelock, slung the near arm across her shoulders, then PLANTED Sin on the mat with an effortless Fisherman’s Suplex! Bridging onto tiptoe soon as they came down, Ky held on tight while Merle and several thousand others counted…
FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CsthUbYZIU
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Despite the escape, the Asian Invasion’s second generation, this one without the devilish Yuko Ogura, looked like it could use their famous boss.
The reeling Sin crawled toward the outstretched hand of her partner on hands and knees. A beaming Kylie strode alongside, keeping her hazel eyes planted more on Ohno than the Korean on all fours at her feet.
With the crowd offering considerable support, the Platinum Pixie STOMPED the lower spine of Seah, flattening her foe to the canvas. Sin groaned in pain and frustration, reaching for her lower vertebrae with a hand, only for Sanders to pluck it.
Kylie tugged Sin to her feet and sent her foe racing across the canvas in one fluid motion, the Invader hitting the ropes at full speed and bounding back toward a silvery-bobbed roadblock.
When Ky ducked, Seah tried to leapfrog, but the Pleasant Valley Pariah (perhaps Princess again) scooped her arms around Sin, one around a slender thigh, the other around her foe’s waist. The Hawkeye pivoted and dropped to her knees, BLASTING the Asian beauty with a ring-rattling Spinebuster.
SPINEBUSTER @ 1:51
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9yXZ6Y9kvo
Sanders went for the pin, leaning forward into a Schoolgirl variety for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The stubborn Sin shoved a shoulder up again, flustering Sanders who paintbrushed the cheek of the Korean grappler.
“You never had what it takes to put me down for three,” Seah protested breathlessly, her cheek growing rosy. “You sure can’t now.”
Sanders smiled as she latched onto Sin’s noggin with both hands and pulled Seah to her knees.
“Do you realize your position?” Ky chuckles, before turning and sprinting to the ropes.
The Platinum Pixie U-turned put of the rubber-coated steel and PLOWED a knee into Seah’s forehead, the Little Dragon ending folded atop herself, hammies on calves. Sanders skidded to a stop, turns and planted a boot on Sin’s chest for an arrogant…
ONE…
TWO…
The Korean shoved Kylie’s foot off to the surprise of few, a handful of butt-hurt members of her former Corps giving Ky a hard time for the lackadaisical pin. The Hawkeye shrugged and shot them a finger, knowing no amount of reclamation of her reputation by Emily nor sympathy from Pearls’ embarrassing hit job on her would bring everyone back in the fold.
But showing some ability to follow instruction from West, Ky started a rhythmic clap almost half of the sellout crowd joined, a good beat going by the time Sanders completed her lap to a rising Seah, latching onto a shoulder and wrist of the Invader. Sanders hauled Sin to her feet and bullied her deep into a neutral corner before flinging Seah for another ride to the opposite buckles.
Sin sprinted into a heavy back-first collision with the corner with Kylie tight on her tail. Sanders lowered a shoulder to gut the Korean, but Sin has enough left to vault her golden-skinned legs up and forward. The Pixie slid beneath, spearing not her foe but sailing between the buckles and RAMMING a shoulder into the steel ring-post, the crowd groaning in sympathy.
As a grimacing Kylie maneuvered out of her predicament, Seah staggered to the waiting Reiko, tagging her partner. There’s no wasted movement from Ohno, who leapt over the ropes and was immediately in a sprint toward the turning, oblivious Sanders who got RUN THROUGH with the Spear she’d failed to deliver. Kylie’s folded in half by the raging Cyclone and PLANTED to the canvas with the tackle.
Reiko mounted the splayed Hawkeye and gave her own variation of a Thesz Press, NAILING Kylie’s clavicle with forward and backhand chops in a storm of slaps that would make Macy Renquist jealous. Ky’s pale chest lit up candy-apple red with the continued abuse until Ohno chops herself out, leaving Kylie a mewling mess.
Kneeling next to Sanders, Reiko sank a set of nails into the scalp of Ky’s silvery bob and tugged a wincing Kylie to her feet. She heaved the Hawkeye to the ropes, Sanders rebounding toward a Crossbody that went VERY wrong. Reiko caught her foe, spun the diminutive veteran into a momentary Torture Rack position until dropping to her knees in an attempt to split Kylie’s spine with her Ninja Backbreaker.
NINJA BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-_IczXtD1Y
A liquefied Kylie slopped to the canvas, the moaning Hawkeye reaching for her blasted backbone with a palm while a boot taps absently on the canvas, a Morse code of pain.
With the crowd silenced, Reiko popped to her feet and lets the FAWNatics have it for letting Sanders back into their good graces.
“Do you like her again because she sucks? Is that it?” she screamed, the crowd jeering the Invader, perhaps because she’s hitting close to home.
“Then let me help you out with that.”
Ohno scooped up a reeling Sanders and Irish Whipped her to the far ropes. Timing her charge perfectly, Reiko raced at the returning veteran, spinning into a jaw-dropping Cyclone Smash that absolutely LEVELED the Platinum Pixie with extreme prejudice.
CYCLONE SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCQt5KNSVu0
As Ohno pushed up to hands and knees, turning her attention to the ivory-skinned wreckage, a sly grin emerged, creasing the Japanese grappler’s lips. Reiko crawled toward the splayed Kylie, Sanders out cold in a spread-eagle. Yuko’s former ninja dropped across the carcass of the demolished Kylie in a Lateral Press, hooking the leg for good measure and waiting for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Ky’s stalwart constitution saved her for the moment from the tide-turning cyclone, but for how long?
Ohno hid her disappointment as best she could, knowing she was a moment from a huge win. Despite all the insults of age, beating two future HOFers could jump-start the Invaders out of the lower ranks they’d fallen to without Yuko’s guidance.
Sinking her ruby-tipped nails into Ky’s scalp, Reiko forced Sanders to all fours then treated the dazed Hawkeye to a degrading dog-walk to the Invasion corner where Ohno reached for her partner’s hand.
Seah, ready for revenge, slapped hard. She rose the outside of the buckles, reaching the top while the ninja pulled Ky to her feet then dipped her head between the alabaster thighs of the Iowan from behind, lifting the former Vanilla Chill high onto her shoulders.
Kylie wobbled on her perch, unaware on the poised Korean. Sin leapt off the top and Clotheslined Ky off her seat on Reiko’s shoulders, Sanders violently back-flipping to the canvas, connecting with the deck on her face and chest, knocked into next week by the vicious double team.
As Reiko was guided out of the ring by Castle, Seah condescendingly petted the shellshocked Platinum Pixie on the head while staring down Emily.
“It’s a good trick you taught your little poodle,” Sin informed. “Not bad for a couple old bytches.”
If Seah expected some sort of shrieking histrionics from the Black Queen, she was destined for disappointment as West’s only response was that inscrutable Mona Lisa smile. Sneering, Sin dismissed the brunette and bent down to grab Sanders by the shoulder stra--“It’s not a trick, Seah. It’s called learning.” Emily’s observation diverted Sin’s attention back to the opposing corner. “You should try it sometime. Perhaps if you’d done so earlier, you’d be more than Yuko’s cast-off third stringer.”
Features twisting with rage, Seah stormed straight for the mouthy veteran. “You arrogant piece of shyt, I’ll rip you to pieces for--”
“Don’t let her get in your head, Seah!” Reiko warned from the Invasion’s side of town. “We’ve got one loser right where we want her, we’ll deal with her partner AFTER the bell.”
The Little Dragon sneered, but ultimately settled for pointing a finger at West. “You just wait, bytch. You’ll get yours soon enough.”
“I quiver with anticipation.” Sin whirled on the spot and stalked back to Kylie, who’d just made it to all fours. Realizing she’d almost fallen for the Amazing Academic’s distraction, Seah crooked her hands into claws, raised them high overhead and made a great show of raaaaaaaaaaaking them down Sanders’ back, scoring her from shoulders to buttock in a single savage stroke!
Kylie yelped and rose to her knees, an involuntary reaction that allowed Sin to palm her head in both hands. Hauling the Platinum Pixie to her feet, Seah switched over to a Three Quarters Facelock, then turned in a half circle (putting her back to West) and flipped Sanders onto her butt with a quick Snapmare. Sanders’ hands shot to her compacted backside, meaning she was oblivious to Seah as she backed up to measure-- Sin turned on a dime, leapt skyward and stapled a pinpoint Dropkick to Emily’s chin that sent her toppling from the apron to the floor! Bouncing to verticality with an evil little cackle, the Korean battler rushed her seated foe and planted a Shoot Kick between Kylie’s shoulders!
SNAPMARE & SHOOT KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1XebQ4j27o
Sanders’ hands shot into the air, her fingers curled into claws gouging at some unseen enemy. Very much enjoying the opportunity to hack away at a former World Champion, Seah jogged through a little loop to put some distance between herself and Kylie to ensure she got a nice running start for the Roundhouse she THWHACKED against the side of the blonde’s skull! Sanders toppled onto shoulder and hip and Sin dropped to her knees so she could stretch Ky out flat, the perfect recipient for a Crossbody and the subsequent count of…
BASEMENT ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZWo3_i-iu4
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sanders escaped with a half second to spare, but this didn’t seem to dampen Reiko’s enthusiastic clapping in the slightest. “That’s right, wear her out, Sin! Show that broke-ass bytch what happens to trash that disrespects us!”
“She’s already finished.” Seah chided as she dragged Kylie to a seat. “Bytch is huffing and puffing like an old la--”
“Guuuhhh… gonna put my fist through your mouth, you don’t shut up, cutie.” the Iowan grumbled. “I didn’t build this place to take shyt from the likes of EEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Standing in front of her prey, Seah palmed the crown of Ky’s head in her left hand, then raised her right arm high for a nasty Chop delivered to the left side of her blonde’s neck. This immediately transitioned to a Nerve Claw, Sin going up on tiptoe to put even more pressure into the white-knuckle clamp she’d affixed to the vulnerable flesh between Kylie’s left shoulder and the base of her neck.
NERVE CLAW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VU24FOnPlis
“I don’t give a shyt about your accomplishments, has-been.” Seah taunted over the roar of the crowd. “Far as I’m concerned, the only thing you’ve got to be proud of is not leaving this ring on a stretcher when the match is ovOOFFHH!”
Sanders balled her right hand into a fist and prove it deep into Sin’s stomach! One shot didn’t free her, but it granted the blonde enough leeway to make it to one knee and that ensured a few more punches. Sin still wouldn’t let go, though she did switch over to a sturdy grip on Kylie’s noggin, all the better to keep her steady while she reared back for a huge KneeNOOO! Sanders swatted the strike down, then grabbed hold of Seah’s right ankle in both hands and folded her leg up so that the brunette’s heel was grinding against her glutes. Finding it much easier to rise with Sin hopping on one foot, Ky looped her left arm across the Invader’s lower back, then hoisted her into the air just to bring her down shin-first atop Sanders’ posted knee!
Seah stumbled, caught her balance and lurched toward Reiko only to cry out in surprise when Kylie grabbed a handful of waistband and reeled her back into a Waistlock. Just like that Sanders got low and popped her hips to take Sin up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a gorgeous Seito Suplex!
SHINBREAKER & SEITO SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfBh6Q2GivA
The ring-rattling counter left both ladies down, unfortunately for Seah she was quite a bit farther from a tag than the slowly stirring Kylie. “GET UP, SEAH!” Reiko shouted to her woozy partner. “DON’T LET THAT HAG GET THE BETTER OF YOU!”
Seah started to stir but Kylie did too and Ohno knew there was no way her partner could win the race to the corner unless… Reiko dropped to the floor not to abandon but to support, the former Eurasian Champion sprinting ‘round the narrow ringside aisle at top speed. Up on the apron, Emily was so focused on Kylie’s approach (she was barely eighteen inches away) that she didn’t realize the Cyclone was upon her until Ohno snatched both ankles and yanked her loose, the Black Queen voicing a startled cry that ended in an ugly THUNK when her chin bounced against the edge!
As of yet unaware of this treachery, a woozy Sanders made the final leap to sanctuary only to find her partner prone and clutching her face while a smirking Reiko strutted back the way she’d came. “You cheap skank.” the blonde grunted as she clambered to boot-leather. “Get your ass back HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Ky had at least momentarily forgotten Seah Sin and the Little Dragon made her pay for it by driving both knees into the veteran’s shoulders which in turn BWUUUNGED Sanders’ face into the middle buckle with sickening force! Sin bounced away from the impact while Kylie remained slumped in the corner, so the brunette snatched her by the ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out to the middle of the ring. Nodding along with Reiko’s shouted encouragement, Seah flopped the blonde over, then swooped down and collected both legs in a Back Press that pointed Kylie’s rump to the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sanders kicked out with a whisper to spare, much to the delight of the FAWNatics and the disgust of the Invaders.
“Wake the f*ck up, Merle!” Reiko shouted as her partner scraped Kylie off the deck. “That was a goddamned ten count!”
“Don’t worry about it, Reiko.” Sin chided after she’d switched over to a Wristlock. “We’ll spike her so hard this idiot could count to a hundred, assuming he wasn’t educated in Florida.”
With that she stepped back, dropped a hip and hurled Sanders into enemy territory to break her back (and her spirit) against the buck-- Kylie left her feet and transferred all that momentum from the Irish Whip into her right forearm and directly into Reiko’s jaw!
Whirling in place even as Ohno plummeted to the floor, the Pleasant Valley Pariah spun out of the way just as Seah tried to smash her chest with another Double Knee Smash! Give Sin credit, she adjusted mid-flight and landed standing on the middle strand.
She’d just touched down when Kylie hopped onto the second rope to Sin’s right, then jumped off again, the Platinum Pixie twisting through a smooth rotation to catch her brunette in a Waistlock that yanked Seah from her mount with a Sunset Flip that PLANTED the Little Dragon with all the force of a Powerbomb! Ky didn’t have the energy to hold her opponent in place, but she made it to all fours a few seconds later and started toward the corner where an eager (and extremely watchful) Emily West waited with one hand extended.
SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB @ 00:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVJlly5dF9c
As Em urged Sanders on with a clenching of her fingers, Reiko pleads with Sin to find her bearings. A dazed Seah reached all fours but was otherwise unmoving, apparently trying to will her scrambled senses back into place. Meanwhile, a spent Kylie dove the last few feet to tickle fingers with the Amazing Academic.
West slid through the cables and strode serenely to her foe, capturing the braincase of the Little Dragon with both hands. The Black Queen pulled the Korean to vertical then dipped an arm between the rubbery legs of her foe. Emily scooped Sin off the canvas and shifted her foe atop her right shoulder in slamming position. But instead of delivering Seah to the canvas, she carried the weakly squirming Invader to a neutral corner where she laid the pits of her foe’s knees over the top rope on either side.
With care, she folded the golden stems of the Little Dragon, securing the toe tips of Sin’s boots under the middle ropes. With the Korean trapped in the Sensual Scholar’s Tree of Woe, Em took a step back to admire her handiwork. She turned to Ky, Sanders still bent over, catching her breath and gathering her marbles but watching intently.
“Don’t give these girls any ideas, Kylie. If you let them believe they have a chance, they can run with it. And if they want to make a name at any cost, you get what Campos did.”
Sanders didn’t enjoy the reminder but did pay attention when Emily turned and sent boots, punches and knee lifts into the midriff of the overturned Invader, demolishing the golden-skinned abdomen of Sin until Seah was a retching mess, the Korean grappler hugging her bruised belly.
West wasn’t quite done with the Learning Tree as she jogged to the opposite buckles, blowing a kiss at a stewing Ohno on the way, takes a U-turn and sprinted toward the fidgeting Seah who reflexively covered her aching belly only to have the Amazing Academic outthink her and blast a Baseball Slide into her forehead. The force of the impact finally sent Seah tumbling out of her predicament. West casually covered in a Crossbody pin, hooking a leg to push the Odd Couple to a second straight win with the…
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Sin kicked out, throwing a shoulder off the canvas. Em seemed less than impressed, pushing to her feet and dragging a semi-aware Seah up with her.
“Where’s all the bravado, Little Dragon?”
“I’m not done yet you…”
West cutt the Korean short with a Toe Kick to the roiling tummy of her foe, Seah doubling at the waist and groaning. A business-like Black Queen tugged the lowered head between her ivory-skinned stems and clamped down in a Standing Headscissors. Wrapping her arms around the mottled midsection of the reeling Sin, Emily juggled the Little Dragon up her frame, catching her in a seated position atop her shoulders.
Passing on a Powerbomb of her own, Em tossed the Invader off in front of her and laid out, pulling her knees in to point them at the plummeting Seah, IMPALING the ravaged belly of her foe yet again with a Double Knee Gutbuster.
DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXOtJdk1Njs
Seah finished on her back, embracing her abs like she’s trying to keep internal organs in place, rocking from side to side. A risen West collected an ankle and raised Sin’s leg. Again, glancing to Sanders, she motioned toward the mewling Korean.
“And you know what to do when you get ‘em down. Let your imagination run wild. But not too wild.”
Em winked and stepped through the elevated stem, spinning into a standing scissors of the right leg while plucking the left off the canvas. The Summa Cum Laude of Miskatonic U folded the lower limbed in a figure of four and dropped her ass to the canvas, locking the submission. Leaning back, a smile emerged, creasing West’s lips as Seah shrieked in pain, her blasted belly quickly forgotten courtesy the anguish-inducing waves of pain emanating from her captured limb.
FIGURE FOUR LEG-LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcUWDfOcOsw
Seah grasped at her raven locks, pulling at her own mane to spread the pain, but the effort was a futile one. She tried to rock her way to a reversal of the Figure Four, alas Emily countered every attempt, pointing an index finger at her temple.
But Em didn’t account for the growing desperation of the Little Dragon’s partner, Reiko sneaking through the ropes and leaping into a Knee Drop to the bridge of Emily’s nose.
As a tardy Castle ushered Ohno back toward her corner, the concentration of the Amazing Academic was broken, as well may be her nose. She pressed both palms to her beak, the Figure-Four unlatched by the Cyclone’s intervention.
Down to one wheel courtesy the recent attention from West, Sin used the ropes to pull to a ragged vertical and hobbled toward the woman Yuko Ogura called her ninja. Reiko, back in place at Nick’s urging, slapped hands with her partner and rushed toward the ascending Academic.
Reaching Em when the Queen made her knees, the fluid Japanese grappler pirouetted into a Roundhouse that was dangerous as it was beautiful.
SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uxa1a4EDm-Y
Ohno’s boot SLAMMED into West’s temple, whiplashing her skull to the side. Somehow, Emily remained on her haunches swaying but staying partially upright.
In disbelief the Black Queen wasn’t on her back, Reiko snatched Em’s noggin with both hands and pulled her to a wavering stance. She grabbed a wrist and shoulder, pivoting toward an Irish Whip. But the Cyclone was spun unexpectedly when West reversed the throw. Instead, Reiko was racing to the ropes.
Ohno rebounded at full speed toward a waiting Emily. The Sensual Scholar plucked the Invader off the canvas on a hip, ready to drop her foe in a makeshift Sidewalk Slam. But Reiko’s momentum was too strong for the veteran, Ohno getting out of her control. The Asian beauty spun through an orbit of the Black Queen, eventually latching onto Em’s braincase in a Front Facelock and PLOWING the crown of Emily’s skull into the canvas with a wicked Tilt-A-Whirl DDT.
TILT-A-WHIRL DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zigIfNnwtJk
The FAWNatics groaned at the force of the collision, no amount of intelligence able to mitigate the brutal, potentially concussive blow, Emily’s split-second headstand ending with West flat on her back.
A concerned Kylie and crowd seemed to realize the veterans may not finish in the winner’s circle, even more so when Reiko dove across Emily’s stilled carcass, hooking a leg in a Lateral Press for the…
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Emily pushed a shoulder off the canvas, if not particularly convincingly. Reiko shot a nasty look in Castle’s direction, but he emphatically raised two fingers high.
From the sidelines, Seah burbled an insult only partially intelligible, the words barely escaping her scrambled gray matter.
In the battlefield, Reiko pushed to her feet and watched a bewildered West roll to her chest, Emily cradling the back of her head.
Ohno was immediately in action, sprinting to the ropes in front of the horizontal Scholar. The ninja bounces off the rubber-coated steel, into a front flip, a handstand included as part of the tumble that spectacularly finished with the Cyclone in a Muta Lock from OUTTA NOWHERE, the bridging Reiko torturing Emily with her grip.
RUNNING MUTA LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyE2OfN4xCE
Balanced on her toes at one end and the crown of her skull at the other, Ohno wrenched her Chinlock up and down over and over again in an effort to transform her groaning foe into a life-sized Pez Dispenser! “Give up!” Reiko barked amidst her efforts to bend the veteran’s spine beyond the point of no return. “It’s over, you washout! Submit now or I’ll make you beg!”
West responded with a finger waggled ‘no, no, no!’ but that didn’t stop Merle from hunkering down beside the action for his own inquiry. “You doing ok, Em? Do I need to call for the bell? Tell me something or--”
Reiko bridged higher than ever, the force of her efforts peeling Emily’s chest off the battle-warmed canvas. “What’re you, stupid?” Ohno snapped at the official. “She’s telling you she’s finished! See? She’s nodding her head and saying Yes Reiko, I’m helpless! Let me go before I start crying like a broken down old bytNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Dragging herself to the ropes was certainly a feasible option (Ohno’s quick application of the hold meant she hadn’t neutralized her target’s legs, after all) but it was hardly the most energy efficient option so the Insidious Intellectual stopped clawing at Reiko’s wrists and wrapped her left arm around the back of the taller brunette’s head. Snatching a handful of hair (which remained conveniently out of the ref’s view) West yanked Ohno’s noggin up and then THWHUMPED it against the canvas once, twice, three times!
Doing so broke the bridge and collapsed the Muta Lock, allowing Em to crawl toward Kylie while a furious Reiko scrambled to one knee. “No way, bytch. You’re not getting away that easy.”
On her feet in an instant, the former Eurasian Champion raced right by Emily with the intention of tagging Sanders with a cheap shot, however Ky saw the attack coming and dropped off the apron to put herself out Ohno’s range. Reiko sneered but didn’t change course, she continued straight into enemy territory and hopped onto the middle rope only to leap off the instant she touched down. Twisting ‘round in midair, Ohno raised both legs to waist-level and brought the full weight of her right thigh THWHAMMING down across the nape of West’s neck in a gorgeous Springboard Leg Drop! Seah urged her partner to go for the cover and Ohno obliged her by bulling Emily onto her back and pressing both palms to the other brunette’s shoulders for a domineering…
SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CqUNHj4iIE
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THRNOOOO!
Kylie lunged under the bottom rope, grabbed Reiko by the ankles and tugged her out of the pin with half a second to spare!
“Sneaking hag!” Ohno bellowed over the relieved roar of the FAWNatics. “Get your flat ass back to the corner!” she turned to Merle and pointed a finger at the encroaching blonde. “Get her out of here or I’ll have Bethany pull your officiating license like that!”
Reiko snapped her fingers for emphasis and while Merle didn’t actually believe the Cyclone, he didn’t have any interest in testing her resolve and Kylie was in the wrong. “C’mon Kylie, you know better than that. Go to your corner and wait for a tag!”
Sanders knew better than to argue, though it proved much easier said than done because Ohno had already scraped Emily off the mat and onto her shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry. Well aware of the bargain West had made her before this all got started, the Pleasant Valley Pariah grudgingly did as the zebra bade, though she made sure to pound a hand against the top turnbuckle and shout, “C’MON WEST, DON’T LET THESE IDIOTS GET ONE OVER ON YOU!”
Reiko heard this, turned around and blew the blonde a taunting smooch. “Kiss my ass, grandma. This bytch belongs to the Invasion now.” Still holding West across her shoulders, Ohno strutted to within taggin’ distance and called, “Go up top, Sin! We’re gonna splatter this nerd’s overrated braEEERRRGGGGHHH!”
The Black Queen curled her left hand into a spade and raked it across Ohno’s eyes once, twice, three times! “HEY! EYES!” Seah shouted in protest as Em wriggled out of the Fireman’s Carry to a spot on Ohno’s six. “SHE RAKED THE EYES, REFNNGGH!”
There wasn’t a whole lot of room to work with, so West simply wedged a shoulder into Reiko’s back and plowed forward until her chest collided with the top turnbuckle and her forehead met Sin’s with an audible THUNK! The impromptu meeting of the minds sent Seah tumbling to the floor and Reiko slumped in her corner, though she didn’t actually get any time to rest before Emily reached down and around to grab hold of the taller wrestler’s right ankle. Drawing it up and across Ohno’s tummy in a sort of standing Figure Four, Emily backed the hobbling Cyclone away from the corner, West grabbed her own left wrist to complete the Waistlock, then dropped her knees and popped her hips to PLANT Reiko on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a Leg-Trap German Suplex! Delighted (and more than a little relieved) by the Amazing Academic’s reversal of fortune, Kylie joined the rest of the FAWNatics in counting out…
LEG TRAP GERMAN SUPLEX @ 4:07
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnFWFXj8_cY
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Ohno twisted loose and ended up on her back, the woozy Invader holding her left arm high to flip off the crowd that jeered her resilience. “Suuuuhhh… suck it, loserSHEY! GET OFF! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Always quick to capitalize on an opening, Emily laid claim to Reiko’s left wrist and stepped over the Japanese wrestler’s body to turn her onto her stomach. Bending Ohno’s arm around her left leg even as she dropped to a crouch, West planted that knee atop Reiko’s forearm to keep the limb pinned in place while she helped herself to Ohno’s right leg and cranked it up and back at an angle that put vicious torque on that knee and ungodly pressure on Reiko’s lower back.
Mind Over Matter, Emily West to Reiko Ohno.
MIND OVER MATTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjF6GGHpWIA
Nodding in satisfaction even as Ohno yowled and squirmed, the Black Queen looked toward her corner and called, “Keep an eye out for the Dragon, would--”
Em didn’t finish because Sanders blew through the ropes to turn Seah inside with a Spear a whole heartbeat before the Little Dragon could knock West from her perch! Set on her knees beside the quivering Lightweight, Kylie shoveled Sin onto her stomach, snuggled in on her right side and draped that arm across her shoulders neat as you please. In the next instant she strapped a S-grip across Seah’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on a Border City Stretch that’d be dubbed Herky Jerky before the sun came up.
HERKY JERKY @ 00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbQkVL97AMo
With both Invaders locked down tight in the middle of the squared circle, the FAWNatics began to chant ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ at the top of their collective lungs. Neither woman obeyed these demands, though their high pitched wails and frantic scrabbling suggested it was well within the realm of possibility. This would’ve been fine for most, but not Emily, who grrrrrrooound her knee onto Reiko’s folded arm and put a little more strain on the Cyrclone’s right knee.
“I do believe this Invasion has been repelled, Reiko.” the veteran told her prey. “Would you care to make it official or can I hold you here for a little while--”
“F*CK YOU!” Ohno strained for the ropes even though they were well out of reach. “I’LL NEVER TAP TO YOUOOOOOOHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAWD STAAAAAAAAHP! I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!”
West removed her right hand from Ohno’s helpless knee and affixed it to her equally vulnerable crotch, the Black Queen reminding her pawn that she was still quite capable of controlling the board.
Merle popped up and called for the bell as soon as Reiko slapped the mat, the veterans however didn’t relinquish their respective grips until the Announcer called out, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via submission, EMILY WEST AND KYLIE SANDERS!”
West let Reiko unfold from her backbreaking arc, Ohno flopping flat on her chest then mewling in residual pain, reaching for the base of her spine. She thumped the canvas with one extra tap, this one with a fist in frustration.
Emily used the back of Reiko’s head to push to her feet, mushing the Invader’s face into the deck as she rose. Reaching vertical, she wiped her brow and turned to Sanders no doubt Sin-ful predicament.
Expecting to have to call off Kylie, the Black Queen seemed surprised, and gladly so, the former Vanilla Chill had likewise released the Little Dragon from her clutches. The Platinum Pixie stamped a boot between Seah’s shoulderblades, keeping the Korean pinned to the canvas like a bug.
“Two ‘fer two,” Ky offered to her partner, flashing a smile.
“And the road to the top shortens by another step,” Emily continued. “For that’s where we should end this, Kylie. Nothing else will be enough. For you. For me.”
The Hawkeye nodded and removed her sole from the squirming Seah.
“Let’s let these two consider returning across the sea, joining their superior predecessors and meddling manager,” West added.
The Odd Couple moved to the ropes closest the hard cam. Em grabbed Kylie’s near wrist, lifting it high. Sanders shook loose and exchanged positions, Ky determined to raise the arm of the Amazing Academic tonight.
The FAWNatics loudly cheered the future Hall of Famers, realizing how special this combination of talent was and how short their time to enjoy West and Sanders might be.
The unexpectedly darling duo bowed in unison and slid through the ropes, perhaps also realizing how exceptional this twilight teaming had become.
Yuko Ogura might’ve been long gone but that didn’t stop the jeers from raining down when Euphoria’s ‘Jealousy Valentine’ coursed through the sound system. In the same breath, brush strokes appeared over the red disc on the FAWN’tron to form towering Kanji characters. After a moment, the sub-title appeared underneath:
[ASIAN INVASION]
SEAH SIN:
REIKO OHNO:
Yet more boos as a pair of figures in sweeping black satin robes brushed through the curtain to and took up residence at the center of the stage. As one, the former Tag Team Champions swept aside their coverings and tossed them aside to reveal matching blood red bikinis, accessorized with red boots and pads, Seah Sin and Reiko Ohno showing a unified front with their attire. Answering the boos with scorn and derision of their own, the dangerous duo exchanged a few words in confidence before heading down the ramp.
Neither the Cyclone or the Little Dragon had any interest in exchanging words with the Floridiots, though they were certainly happy to threaten various forms of bodily harm to anyone foolish enough to mouth off as they made their way to the squared circle. Seah took the lead during the last leg of their journey, the high-flyer breaking into a quick sprint that powered a dive under the bottom rope. Reiko chose the steps to apron approach, though rather than slip through the ropes she leapt onto the top strand and vaulted through the air to land directly beside her partner.
“You think those washed out relics have a chance against us?” Sin barked to the hard camera. “They’re nothing but roadside trash on our march back to the Tag Team Titles!”
The crowd didn’t seem to agree and they let Seah know quite emphatically, not that this stopped Reiko from doubling down on the Little Dragon’s rhetoric. “Sanders. West. Your time has long since passed. But the Invasion? We’re in the second wave. And we’re never going to stop.”
There might’ve been more in that vein if not for the approach of Senior Official Nick Castle, whose sudden appearance sent Sin and Ohno stalking to the far corner to await the arrival of their overrated opposition.
With the icons having proven themselves more than credible with a win against the Lost Daughters in their first collaboration, the FAWNatics wait with bated breath to see if the odd couple Of Kylie and Emily can repeat their success against the Invaders in the ring.
The buzz of the crowd grew as everyone’s attention turned from the AI 2.0 to the upper stage and the imminent arrival of the future Hall of Famers.
Behind the curtain, Sanders was the more animated of the legends, knowing very well the stakes that existed with each win and, more importantly, loss. On the other hand, the Black Queen seemed without a worry. Ky turned to her new partner.
“Don’t kid yourself. These two are dangerous. More than for what people give them credit.”
Emily held up a hand in reassurance.
“I know, Kylie. You forget.”
Emily’s right index finger pointed to her temple.
Kylie grinned and nodded. “OK”.
The sound of Iggy Azalea gettin’ ‘Fancy’ alerted the FAWNatics and the inexplicable duo it’s time to show they’re still a force with which to be reckoned.
FANCY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-zpOMYRi0w
Kylie and Emily burst through the curtains and claimed the attention of every single pair of eyes in the house, including the sets in the ring, Asian Invasion Mach II ready to make their mark and rejoin the title picture.
KYLIE SANDERS:
EMILY WEST:
And the tide continued to turn within the sellout throng, those assembled offering Sanders and West a fervent howdy-do, the applause far outweighing the remaining bitter core of the bitter Corps.
There remained little hint of interest in the goings-on of the crowd between blonde and brunette, each striding confidently toward their collective tableau, focusing on their Slaybor Day assignment.
The silvery-bobbed, elfin beauty moved up the steps to a fair share of clapping, though it continues to be counterbalanced by the those who’ll never forgive her historic turn.
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sported a multi-strapped, yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads.
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Em received a significant up-tick in love from her counterpart, the assembled excited about seeing the Sensual Scholar back in action after such a long time away from the squared circle.
Ky waited for West to reach the apron next to her, the Queen garbed in a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Beneath, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Traveling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) Emily’s strong legs were armored in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. This regal style was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of her favorite chess piece.
They slipped through the cables simultaneously and strode through a walk-by of the Yuko-less Invaders before heading to the opposite corner without any amplified commentary.
The Announcer, realizing he didn’t have to wait for a soliloquy from West or Sanders, made their arrival official.
“And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and thirty-six pounds, they are the Amazing Academic and the Platinum Pixie. They are the celebrated and illustrious EMILY WEST & KYLIE SANDERS!”
West bowed and again convinced Ky to do the same, the Hawkeye growing more comfortable at being back in the good graces of some.
The duo discussed who will lead off tonight’s effort. Sanders eventually nodded and slipped through the ropes, leaving the initial leg to the Black Queen.
When the bell sounded it was Seah advancing for the Invasion and Emily playing vanguard for FAWN’s newest, oddest couple. “I don’t know what your game is, West.” Sin growled as she began to circle the former World Champion. “But you’re not going to use Reiko and I as pawns.”
“Perish the thought.” Em told her opponent. “I would never treat either of you so shabbily… not that there’s anything you could do about it, were I to plan otherwise.”
Sin’s eyes narrowed, the Little Dragon clearly not impressed by the veteran’s attitude. “Watch your mouth, bytch. Or I’ll kick it up between your shoulders.”
West answered with a smile full of mocking sympathy. “Strong words, for a pawn.”
Seah snarled, pounced at the taller woman and paid for her impetuousness via a Kneelift driven into the pit of her stomach. The body blow doubled Sin over, so Emily straightened her up with a snappy European Uppercut that knocked the brunette’s teeth together with an audible ‘clack!’ Seah backpedaled so West followed after and went in low, the Amazing Academic forcing her head between Sin’s thighs an instant before she wrapped her arms around those same gams. A yelp from Seah and a curse from Reiko when Emily straightened up and twirled through a couple quick rotations, the last of which finished with her facing Kylie.
“What, you’re just going to pick her up and carry her over?” Sanders asked. “Don’t even wanna scuff her up a--” West went up on tiptoe, then snapped forward and down to THWHUMP her burden onto the deck with a quick Alabama Slam!
ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EI1Pb-ftmik
“When the time comes, that’s exactly what I’ll do.” Emily noted once she’d grabbed hold of Seah’s right ankle and regained her feet. “Until then I‘m going to break down her legs a bit, if you don‘t mind.” Sanders didn’t, so Emily pushed the Korean’s captured leg forward at a sharp angle and delivered half a dozen sharp Toe Kicks to the meat of Sin’s thigh. Seah yelped, tried to twist free of West’s grasp and got her ankle twisted for her troubles.
A few more kicks slowed her scrabbling enough for Em to raise her right arm high overhead and deliver a perfectly-placed Elbow Drop to the side of Seah’s right knee. Yanking the smaller wrestler’s lower leg tight against her torso in the aftermath, Emily clasped her hands to keep the trapped limb secure and proceeded to craaaaaaaaaaaaank it against her encroaching flank. It was hardly fancy, but Kylie knew that the tactics were A) quite effective and B) provided an obvious target for her own offense.
ELBOW DROP ON LEG & CALF HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SAfFNewFAA
“Dusty old bytch!” Sin groaned as she pounded angry Forearm Smashes across her attacker’s shoulders. “Get your ass offa OOOOOWWWW!”
The Black Queen gripped Seah’s heel in one hand, the toe of her boot in the other and twisted both to put unpleasant strain on the trapped brunette’s ankle. “I’m afraid you’ll need a great deal more than a sharp tongue if you want to be free of--”
Sin must’ve realized this too because she brought her free leg up and over, threading it across West’s chin to bring her to the canvas for what would undoubtedly be a Jujigatame if the Little Dragon could separate Emily’s newly-clasped hands. “How about I mash my boot into your overrated face?” Seah hissed as she grrrrrrrrrround her left heel into Emily’s cheek. “Or maybe I’ll just snap this scrawny little arm of youWHOOOAAAH!” Sin’s threat remained precisely that because rolled to one knee and in so doing stacked Seah on her shoulders for the…
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TWO…
Seah wriggled free, popped to boot-leather and tried to put one deep in the pit of West’s stomach. Alas, tried was the operative word because the Amazing Academic caught her ankle in both hands, then halved the grip so she could pound several Hammer Punches into her opponent’s knee. Sin hissed, reached out to one side and managed to grab hold of the top strand. “Ropes!” she called to Merle. “Ropes goddammit, get this hag offa RRRGGGH!”
Careful to keep the tag rope secured in one hand, Kylie leaned into the ring and brought her fist down on Sin’s wrist to break her hold on the top rope! Seah yowled, swiped at the Iowan and almost lost her balance when West whipped that purloined leg away with as much force as she could muster. Doing so put Seah’s back to the Black Queen, it also threaded her leg into the gap between top and middle rope.
This arrangement allowed Sin to once again latch onto the top rope, and with both hands this time. “Back up!” she demanded at the top of her lungs. “Back up you has-beens, I’m in the ropNNNNGGGHHH!” Emily snatched a handful of the Little Dragon’s hair, wrenched her head backward and delivered another quick European Uppercut to the base of her skull!
“Jeeze, I was trying to get her off the ropes and then you go and put her right back in ‘em!” the Pleasant Valley Pariah grumbled as Emily strode over and reached out for a tag.
“What are these ropes you speak of?” West asked, not out of countenance in the slightest. “I don’t see any ropes, I see a silver platter.”
Sanders couldn’t argue with that, so she vaulted into the ring and CRACKED a Knife-Edge Chop between Sin’s shoulders!
“Get ‘em back, you asshole!” Reiko barked from the other side of the ring. “She’s been in the ropes for like five minutes!”
“C’mon Kylie, ease off, alright?” Merle told the veteran before she could pile on any more punishment. Sanders nodded understanding, raised both hands overhead and ceded several steps. Satisfied, the official turned back to Sin and said, “Go on and catch your breath, Seah. Then we’ll reset in the middle of the--”
“Shut the hell up.” Seah as she tried to work out the aches and pains without leaving the safety of the strands.
“C’mon now, there’s no need to be rude. Just take a sec and--”
A roar from the crowd drew the zebra’s attention just in time for him to dive out of Kylie’s way as she bore down on the recuperating Invader. Reiko’s warning came far too late to do Seah any good, in fact she was still facing away from Sanders when the blonde went airborne and PWAAAKED both heels into the back of her skull courtesy of a Dropkick!
Sin’s noggin whipped forward and her arms fell limp over the ropes, but she didn’t tumble to the mat. She stayed right where she was until Ky wrapped a Waistlock around her hips and muscled her loose. Swinging around so that she was facing Ohno, Sanders blew the Cyclone a kiss from over Seah’s right shoulder, then dropped her hips and took the knock-kneed Lightweight up, over and DOWN via a German Suplex! Genuinely astounded by the teamwork put on display by the longtime rivals, the FAWNatics joined Merle in counting off…
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Sin twisted loose with a second to spare, the diminutive brunette slopping out on her stomach in the wake of the clinician’s hot start.
“Why you so quiet all the sudden, cutie?” Kylie asked Seah as she filled her hands with the Little Dragon’s hair. “You were talking up a storm for my partner, but now you got nothing to say?”
“Kuuuuhhhh… kiss my ass.” Sin swept the blonde into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up only to have Sanders brush it aside and dip down to collect Seah’s right leg at the ankle.
“You said right leg, yeah?” she asked Emily after driving a few quick elbows into the vulnerable joint.
“You know I--”
“Don’t ignore me, bytch.” Sin interrupted. “One lucky win against the Lost Chumps doesn’t erase any of the stank of the last three yeaOOOOOWWWWWWW!” Sanders snapped under Seah’s leg and laid out on her back to dump the Invader on her back with a Dragon Screw.
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVjbIKydOso
Still holding onto the brunette’s leg, Kylie got to her feet and forced Seah to do the same. Transitioning the Single Leg into an equally smooth cradle, Sanders reeled her foe into a Front Facelock, slung the near arm across her shoulders, then PLANTED Sin on the mat with an effortless Fisherman’s Suplex! Bridging onto tiptoe soon as they came down, Ky held on tight while Merle and several thousand others counted…
FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CsthUbYZIU
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Despite the escape, the Asian Invasion’s second generation, this one without the devilish Yuko Ogura, looked like it could use their famous boss.
The reeling Sin crawled toward the outstretched hand of her partner on hands and knees. A beaming Kylie strode alongside, keeping her hazel eyes planted more on Ohno than the Korean on all fours at her feet.
With the crowd offering considerable support, the Platinum Pixie STOMPED the lower spine of Seah, flattening her foe to the canvas. Sin groaned in pain and frustration, reaching for her lower vertebrae with a hand, only for Sanders to pluck it.
Kylie tugged Sin to her feet and sent her foe racing across the canvas in one fluid motion, the Invader hitting the ropes at full speed and bounding back toward a silvery-bobbed roadblock.
When Ky ducked, Seah tried to leapfrog, but the Pleasant Valley Pariah (perhaps Princess again) scooped her arms around Sin, one around a slender thigh, the other around her foe’s waist. The Hawkeye pivoted and dropped to her knees, BLASTING the Asian beauty with a ring-rattling Spinebuster.
SPINEBUSTER @ 1:51
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9yXZ6Y9kvo
Sanders went for the pin, leaning forward into a Schoolgirl variety for the…
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The stubborn Sin shoved a shoulder up again, flustering Sanders who paintbrushed the cheek of the Korean grappler.
“You never had what it takes to put me down for three,” Seah protested breathlessly, her cheek growing rosy. “You sure can’t now.”
Sanders smiled as she latched onto Sin’s noggin with both hands and pulled Seah to her knees.
“Do you realize your position?” Ky chuckles, before turning and sprinting to the ropes.
The Platinum Pixie U-turned put of the rubber-coated steel and PLOWED a knee into Seah’s forehead, the Little Dragon ending folded atop herself, hammies on calves. Sanders skidded to a stop, turns and planted a boot on Sin’s chest for an arrogant…
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The Korean shoved Kylie’s foot off to the surprise of few, a handful of butt-hurt members of her former Corps giving Ky a hard time for the lackadaisical pin. The Hawkeye shrugged and shot them a finger, knowing no amount of reclamation of her reputation by Emily nor sympathy from Pearls’ embarrassing hit job on her would bring everyone back in the fold.
But showing some ability to follow instruction from West, Ky started a rhythmic clap almost half of the sellout crowd joined, a good beat going by the time Sanders completed her lap to a rising Seah, latching onto a shoulder and wrist of the Invader. Sanders hauled Sin to her feet and bullied her deep into a neutral corner before flinging Seah for another ride to the opposite buckles.
Sin sprinted into a heavy back-first collision with the corner with Kylie tight on her tail. Sanders lowered a shoulder to gut the Korean, but Sin has enough left to vault her golden-skinned legs up and forward. The Pixie slid beneath, spearing not her foe but sailing between the buckles and RAMMING a shoulder into the steel ring-post, the crowd groaning in sympathy.
As a grimacing Kylie maneuvered out of her predicament, Seah staggered to the waiting Reiko, tagging her partner. There’s no wasted movement from Ohno, who leapt over the ropes and was immediately in a sprint toward the turning, oblivious Sanders who got RUN THROUGH with the Spear she’d failed to deliver. Kylie’s folded in half by the raging Cyclone and PLANTED to the canvas with the tackle.
Reiko mounted the splayed Hawkeye and gave her own variation of a Thesz Press, NAILING Kylie’s clavicle with forward and backhand chops in a storm of slaps that would make Macy Renquist jealous. Ky’s pale chest lit up candy-apple red with the continued abuse until Ohno chops herself out, leaving Kylie a mewling mess.
Kneeling next to Sanders, Reiko sank a set of nails into the scalp of Ky’s silvery bob and tugged a wincing Kylie to her feet. She heaved the Hawkeye to the ropes, Sanders rebounding toward a Crossbody that went VERY wrong. Reiko caught her foe, spun the diminutive veteran into a momentary Torture Rack position until dropping to her knees in an attempt to split Kylie’s spine with her Ninja Backbreaker.
NINJA BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-_IczXtD1Y
A liquefied Kylie slopped to the canvas, the moaning Hawkeye reaching for her blasted backbone with a palm while a boot taps absently on the canvas, a Morse code of pain.
With the crowd silenced, Reiko popped to her feet and lets the FAWNatics have it for letting Sanders back into their good graces.
“Do you like her again because she sucks? Is that it?” she screamed, the crowd jeering the Invader, perhaps because she’s hitting close to home.
“Then let me help you out with that.”
Ohno scooped up a reeling Sanders and Irish Whipped her to the far ropes. Timing her charge perfectly, Reiko raced at the returning veteran, spinning into a jaw-dropping Cyclone Smash that absolutely LEVELED the Platinum Pixie with extreme prejudice.
CYCLONE SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCQt5KNSVu0
As Ohno pushed up to hands and knees, turning her attention to the ivory-skinned wreckage, a sly grin emerged, creasing the Japanese grappler’s lips. Reiko crawled toward the splayed Kylie, Sanders out cold in a spread-eagle. Yuko’s former ninja dropped across the carcass of the demolished Kylie in a Lateral Press, hooking the leg for good measure and waiting for the…
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THRNOOO!
Ky’s stalwart constitution saved her for the moment from the tide-turning cyclone, but for how long?
Ohno hid her disappointment as best she could, knowing she was a moment from a huge win. Despite all the insults of age, beating two future HOFers could jump-start the Invaders out of the lower ranks they’d fallen to without Yuko’s guidance.
Sinking her ruby-tipped nails into Ky’s scalp, Reiko forced Sanders to all fours then treated the dazed Hawkeye to a degrading dog-walk to the Invasion corner where Ohno reached for her partner’s hand.
Seah, ready for revenge, slapped hard. She rose the outside of the buckles, reaching the top while the ninja pulled Ky to her feet then dipped her head between the alabaster thighs of the Iowan from behind, lifting the former Vanilla Chill high onto her shoulders.
Kylie wobbled on her perch, unaware on the poised Korean. Sin leapt off the top and Clotheslined Ky off her seat on Reiko’s shoulders, Sanders violently back-flipping to the canvas, connecting with the deck on her face and chest, knocked into next week by the vicious double team.
As Reiko was guided out of the ring by Castle, Seah condescendingly petted the shellshocked Platinum Pixie on the head while staring down Emily.
“It’s a good trick you taught your little poodle,” Sin informed. “Not bad for a couple old bytches.”
If Seah expected some sort of shrieking histrionics from the Black Queen, she was destined for disappointment as West’s only response was that inscrutable Mona Lisa smile. Sneering, Sin dismissed the brunette and bent down to grab Sanders by the shoulder stra--“It’s not a trick, Seah. It’s called learning.” Emily’s observation diverted Sin’s attention back to the opposing corner. “You should try it sometime. Perhaps if you’d done so earlier, you’d be more than Yuko’s cast-off third stringer.”
Features twisting with rage, Seah stormed straight for the mouthy veteran. “You arrogant piece of shyt, I’ll rip you to pieces for--”
“Don’t let her get in your head, Seah!” Reiko warned from the Invasion’s side of town. “We’ve got one loser right where we want her, we’ll deal with her partner AFTER the bell.”
The Little Dragon sneered, but ultimately settled for pointing a finger at West. “You just wait, bytch. You’ll get yours soon enough.”
“I quiver with anticipation.” Sin whirled on the spot and stalked back to Kylie, who’d just made it to all fours. Realizing she’d almost fallen for the Amazing Academic’s distraction, Seah crooked her hands into claws, raised them high overhead and made a great show of raaaaaaaaaaaking them down Sanders’ back, scoring her from shoulders to buttock in a single savage stroke!
Kylie yelped and rose to her knees, an involuntary reaction that allowed Sin to palm her head in both hands. Hauling the Platinum Pixie to her feet, Seah switched over to a Three Quarters Facelock, then turned in a half circle (putting her back to West) and flipped Sanders onto her butt with a quick Snapmare. Sanders’ hands shot to her compacted backside, meaning she was oblivious to Seah as she backed up to measure-- Sin turned on a dime, leapt skyward and stapled a pinpoint Dropkick to Emily’s chin that sent her toppling from the apron to the floor! Bouncing to verticality with an evil little cackle, the Korean battler rushed her seated foe and planted a Shoot Kick between Kylie’s shoulders!
SNAPMARE & SHOOT KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1XebQ4j27o
Sanders’ hands shot into the air, her fingers curled into claws gouging at some unseen enemy. Very much enjoying the opportunity to hack away at a former World Champion, Seah jogged through a little loop to put some distance between herself and Kylie to ensure she got a nice running start for the Roundhouse she THWHACKED against the side of the blonde’s skull! Sanders toppled onto shoulder and hip and Sin dropped to her knees so she could stretch Ky out flat, the perfect recipient for a Crossbody and the subsequent count of…
BASEMENT ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZWo3_i-iu4
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THRNOOOO!
Sanders escaped with a half second to spare, but this didn’t seem to dampen Reiko’s enthusiastic clapping in the slightest. “That’s right, wear her out, Sin! Show that broke-ass bytch what happens to trash that disrespects us!”
“She’s already finished.” Seah chided as she dragged Kylie to a seat. “Bytch is huffing and puffing like an old la--”
“Guuuhhh… gonna put my fist through your mouth, you don’t shut up, cutie.” the Iowan grumbled. “I didn’t build this place to take shyt from the likes of EEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Standing in front of her prey, Seah palmed the crown of Ky’s head in her left hand, then raised her right arm high for a nasty Chop delivered to the left side of her blonde’s neck. This immediately transitioned to a Nerve Claw, Sin going up on tiptoe to put even more pressure into the white-knuckle clamp she’d affixed to the vulnerable flesh between Kylie’s left shoulder and the base of her neck.
NERVE CLAW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VU24FOnPlis
“I don’t give a shyt about your accomplishments, has-been.” Seah taunted over the roar of the crowd. “Far as I’m concerned, the only thing you’ve got to be proud of is not leaving this ring on a stretcher when the match is ovOOFFHH!”
Sanders balled her right hand into a fist and prove it deep into Sin’s stomach! One shot didn’t free her, but it granted the blonde enough leeway to make it to one knee and that ensured a few more punches. Sin still wouldn’t let go, though she did switch over to a sturdy grip on Kylie’s noggin, all the better to keep her steady while she reared back for a huge KneeNOOO! Sanders swatted the strike down, then grabbed hold of Seah’s right ankle in both hands and folded her leg up so that the brunette’s heel was grinding against her glutes. Finding it much easier to rise with Sin hopping on one foot, Ky looped her left arm across the Invader’s lower back, then hoisted her into the air just to bring her down shin-first atop Sanders’ posted knee!
Seah stumbled, caught her balance and lurched toward Reiko only to cry out in surprise when Kylie grabbed a handful of waistband and reeled her back into a Waistlock. Just like that Sanders got low and popped her hips to take Sin up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a gorgeous Seito Suplex!
SHINBREAKER & SEITO SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfBh6Q2GivA
The ring-rattling counter left both ladies down, unfortunately for Seah she was quite a bit farther from a tag than the slowly stirring Kylie. “GET UP, SEAH!” Reiko shouted to her woozy partner. “DON’T LET THAT HAG GET THE BETTER OF YOU!”
Seah started to stir but Kylie did too and Ohno knew there was no way her partner could win the race to the corner unless… Reiko dropped to the floor not to abandon but to support, the former Eurasian Champion sprinting ‘round the narrow ringside aisle at top speed. Up on the apron, Emily was so focused on Kylie’s approach (she was barely eighteen inches away) that she didn’t realize the Cyclone was upon her until Ohno snatched both ankles and yanked her loose, the Black Queen voicing a startled cry that ended in an ugly THUNK when her chin bounced against the edge!
As of yet unaware of this treachery, a woozy Sanders made the final leap to sanctuary only to find her partner prone and clutching her face while a smirking Reiko strutted back the way she’d came. “You cheap skank.” the blonde grunted as she clambered to boot-leather. “Get your ass back HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Ky had at least momentarily forgotten Seah Sin and the Little Dragon made her pay for it by driving both knees into the veteran’s shoulders which in turn BWUUUNGED Sanders’ face into the middle buckle with sickening force! Sin bounced away from the impact while Kylie remained slumped in the corner, so the brunette snatched her by the ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her out to the middle of the ring. Nodding along with Reiko’s shouted encouragement, Seah flopped the blonde over, then swooped down and collected both legs in a Back Press that pointed Kylie’s rump to the rafters for…
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sanders kicked out with a whisper to spare, much to the delight of the FAWNatics and the disgust of the Invaders.
“Wake the f*ck up, Merle!” Reiko shouted as her partner scraped Kylie off the deck. “That was a goddamned ten count!”
“Don’t worry about it, Reiko.” Sin chided after she’d switched over to a Wristlock. “We’ll spike her so hard this idiot could count to a hundred, assuming he wasn’t educated in Florida.”
With that she stepped back, dropped a hip and hurled Sanders into enemy territory to break her back (and her spirit) against the buck-- Kylie left her feet and transferred all that momentum from the Irish Whip into her right forearm and directly into Reiko’s jaw!
Whirling in place even as Ohno plummeted to the floor, the Pleasant Valley Pariah spun out of the way just as Seah tried to smash her chest with another Double Knee Smash! Give Sin credit, she adjusted mid-flight and landed standing on the middle strand.
She’d just touched down when Kylie hopped onto the second rope to Sin’s right, then jumped off again, the Platinum Pixie twisting through a smooth rotation to catch her brunette in a Waistlock that yanked Seah from her mount with a Sunset Flip that PLANTED the Little Dragon with all the force of a Powerbomb! Ky didn’t have the energy to hold her opponent in place, but she made it to all fours a few seconds later and started toward the corner where an eager (and extremely watchful) Emily West waited with one hand extended.
SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB @ 00:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVJlly5dF9c
As Em urged Sanders on with a clenching of her fingers, Reiko pleads with Sin to find her bearings. A dazed Seah reached all fours but was otherwise unmoving, apparently trying to will her scrambled senses back into place. Meanwhile, a spent Kylie dove the last few feet to tickle fingers with the Amazing Academic.
West slid through the cables and strode serenely to her foe, capturing the braincase of the Little Dragon with both hands. The Black Queen pulled the Korean to vertical then dipped an arm between the rubbery legs of her foe. Emily scooped Sin off the canvas and shifted her foe atop her right shoulder in slamming position. But instead of delivering Seah to the canvas, she carried the weakly squirming Invader to a neutral corner where she laid the pits of her foe’s knees over the top rope on either side.
With care, she folded the golden stems of the Little Dragon, securing the toe tips of Sin’s boots under the middle ropes. With the Korean trapped in the Sensual Scholar’s Tree of Woe, Em took a step back to admire her handiwork. She turned to Ky, Sanders still bent over, catching her breath and gathering her marbles but watching intently.
“Don’t give these girls any ideas, Kylie. If you let them believe they have a chance, they can run with it. And if they want to make a name at any cost, you get what Campos did.”
Sanders didn’t enjoy the reminder but did pay attention when Emily turned and sent boots, punches and knee lifts into the midriff of the overturned Invader, demolishing the golden-skinned abdomen of Sin until Seah was a retching mess, the Korean grappler hugging her bruised belly.
West wasn’t quite done with the Learning Tree as she jogged to the opposite buckles, blowing a kiss at a stewing Ohno on the way, takes a U-turn and sprinted toward the fidgeting Seah who reflexively covered her aching belly only to have the Amazing Academic outthink her and blast a Baseball Slide into her forehead. The force of the impact finally sent Seah tumbling out of her predicament. West casually covered in a Crossbody pin, hooking a leg to push the Odd Couple to a second straight win with the…
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Sin kicked out, throwing a shoulder off the canvas. Em seemed less than impressed, pushing to her feet and dragging a semi-aware Seah up with her.
“Where’s all the bravado, Little Dragon?”
“I’m not done yet you…”
West cutt the Korean short with a Toe Kick to the roiling tummy of her foe, Seah doubling at the waist and groaning. A business-like Black Queen tugged the lowered head between her ivory-skinned stems and clamped down in a Standing Headscissors. Wrapping her arms around the mottled midsection of the reeling Sin, Emily juggled the Little Dragon up her frame, catching her in a seated position atop her shoulders.
Passing on a Powerbomb of her own, Em tossed the Invader off in front of her and laid out, pulling her knees in to point them at the plummeting Seah, IMPALING the ravaged belly of her foe yet again with a Double Knee Gutbuster.
DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXOtJdk1Njs
Seah finished on her back, embracing her abs like she’s trying to keep internal organs in place, rocking from side to side. A risen West collected an ankle and raised Sin’s leg. Again, glancing to Sanders, she motioned toward the mewling Korean.
“And you know what to do when you get ‘em down. Let your imagination run wild. But not too wild.”
Em winked and stepped through the elevated stem, spinning into a standing scissors of the right leg while plucking the left off the canvas. The Summa Cum Laude of Miskatonic U folded the lower limbed in a figure of four and dropped her ass to the canvas, locking the submission. Leaning back, a smile emerged, creasing West’s lips as Seah shrieked in pain, her blasted belly quickly forgotten courtesy the anguish-inducing waves of pain emanating from her captured limb.
FIGURE FOUR LEG-LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcUWDfOcOsw
Seah grasped at her raven locks, pulling at her own mane to spread the pain, but the effort was a futile one. She tried to rock her way to a reversal of the Figure Four, alas Emily countered every attempt, pointing an index finger at her temple.
But Em didn’t account for the growing desperation of the Little Dragon’s partner, Reiko sneaking through the ropes and leaping into a Knee Drop to the bridge of Emily’s nose.
As a tardy Castle ushered Ohno back toward her corner, the concentration of the Amazing Academic was broken, as well may be her nose. She pressed both palms to her beak, the Figure-Four unlatched by the Cyclone’s intervention.
Down to one wheel courtesy the recent attention from West, Sin used the ropes to pull to a ragged vertical and hobbled toward the woman Yuko Ogura called her ninja. Reiko, back in place at Nick’s urging, slapped hands with her partner and rushed toward the ascending Academic.
Reaching Em when the Queen made her knees, the fluid Japanese grappler pirouetted into a Roundhouse that was dangerous as it was beautiful.
SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uxa1a4EDm-Y
Ohno’s boot SLAMMED into West’s temple, whiplashing her skull to the side. Somehow, Emily remained on her haunches swaying but staying partially upright.
In disbelief the Black Queen wasn’t on her back, Reiko snatched Em’s noggin with both hands and pulled her to a wavering stance. She grabbed a wrist and shoulder, pivoting toward an Irish Whip. But the Cyclone was spun unexpectedly when West reversed the throw. Instead, Reiko was racing to the ropes.
Ohno rebounded at full speed toward a waiting Emily. The Sensual Scholar plucked the Invader off the canvas on a hip, ready to drop her foe in a makeshift Sidewalk Slam. But Reiko’s momentum was too strong for the veteran, Ohno getting out of her control. The Asian beauty spun through an orbit of the Black Queen, eventually latching onto Em’s braincase in a Front Facelock and PLOWING the crown of Emily’s skull into the canvas with a wicked Tilt-A-Whirl DDT.
TILT-A-WHIRL DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zigIfNnwtJk
The FAWNatics groaned at the force of the collision, no amount of intelligence able to mitigate the brutal, potentially concussive blow, Emily’s split-second headstand ending with West flat on her back.
A concerned Kylie and crowd seemed to realize the veterans may not finish in the winner’s circle, even more so when Reiko dove across Emily’s stilled carcass, hooking a leg in a Lateral Press for the…
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Emily pushed a shoulder off the canvas, if not particularly convincingly. Reiko shot a nasty look in Castle’s direction, but he emphatically raised two fingers high.
From the sidelines, Seah burbled an insult only partially intelligible, the words barely escaping her scrambled gray matter.
In the battlefield, Reiko pushed to her feet and watched a bewildered West roll to her chest, Emily cradling the back of her head.
Ohno was immediately in action, sprinting to the ropes in front of the horizontal Scholar. The ninja bounces off the rubber-coated steel, into a front flip, a handstand included as part of the tumble that spectacularly finished with the Cyclone in a Muta Lock from OUTTA NOWHERE, the bridging Reiko torturing Emily with her grip.
RUNNING MUTA LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyE2OfN4xCE
Balanced on her toes at one end and the crown of her skull at the other, Ohno wrenched her Chinlock up and down over and over again in an effort to transform her groaning foe into a life-sized Pez Dispenser! “Give up!” Reiko barked amidst her efforts to bend the veteran’s spine beyond the point of no return. “It’s over, you washout! Submit now or I’ll make you beg!”
West responded with a finger waggled ‘no, no, no!’ but that didn’t stop Merle from hunkering down beside the action for his own inquiry. “You doing ok, Em? Do I need to call for the bell? Tell me something or--”
Reiko bridged higher than ever, the force of her efforts peeling Emily’s chest off the battle-warmed canvas. “What’re you, stupid?” Ohno snapped at the official. “She’s telling you she’s finished! See? She’s nodding her head and saying Yes Reiko, I’m helpless! Let me go before I start crying like a broken down old bytNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Dragging herself to the ropes was certainly a feasible option (Ohno’s quick application of the hold meant she hadn’t neutralized her target’s legs, after all) but it was hardly the most energy efficient option so the Insidious Intellectual stopped clawing at Reiko’s wrists and wrapped her left arm around the back of the taller brunette’s head. Snatching a handful of hair (which remained conveniently out of the ref’s view) West yanked Ohno’s noggin up and then THWHUMPED it against the canvas once, twice, three times!
Doing so broke the bridge and collapsed the Muta Lock, allowing Em to crawl toward Kylie while a furious Reiko scrambled to one knee. “No way, bytch. You’re not getting away that easy.”
On her feet in an instant, the former Eurasian Champion raced right by Emily with the intention of tagging Sanders with a cheap shot, however Ky saw the attack coming and dropped off the apron to put herself out Ohno’s range. Reiko sneered but didn’t change course, she continued straight into enemy territory and hopped onto the middle rope only to leap off the instant she touched down. Twisting ‘round in midair, Ohno raised both legs to waist-level and brought the full weight of her right thigh THWHAMMING down across the nape of West’s neck in a gorgeous Springboard Leg Drop! Seah urged her partner to go for the cover and Ohno obliged her by bulling Emily onto her back and pressing both palms to the other brunette’s shoulders for a domineering…
SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CqUNHj4iIE
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THRNOOOO!
Kylie lunged under the bottom rope, grabbed Reiko by the ankles and tugged her out of the pin with half a second to spare!
“Sneaking hag!” Ohno bellowed over the relieved roar of the FAWNatics. “Get your flat ass back to the corner!” she turned to Merle and pointed a finger at the encroaching blonde. “Get her out of here or I’ll have Bethany pull your officiating license like that!”
Reiko snapped her fingers for emphasis and while Merle didn’t actually believe the Cyclone, he didn’t have any interest in testing her resolve and Kylie was in the wrong. “C’mon Kylie, you know better than that. Go to your corner and wait for a tag!”
Sanders knew better than to argue, though it proved much easier said than done because Ohno had already scraped Emily off the mat and onto her shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry. Well aware of the bargain West had made her before this all got started, the Pleasant Valley Pariah grudgingly did as the zebra bade, though she made sure to pound a hand against the top turnbuckle and shout, “C’MON WEST, DON’T LET THESE IDIOTS GET ONE OVER ON YOU!”
Reiko heard this, turned around and blew the blonde a taunting smooch. “Kiss my ass, grandma. This bytch belongs to the Invasion now.” Still holding West across her shoulders, Ohno strutted to within taggin’ distance and called, “Go up top, Sin! We’re gonna splatter this nerd’s overrated braEEERRRGGGGHHH!”
The Black Queen curled her left hand into a spade and raked it across Ohno’s eyes once, twice, three times! “HEY! EYES!” Seah shouted in protest as Em wriggled out of the Fireman’s Carry to a spot on Ohno’s six. “SHE RAKED THE EYES, REFNNGGH!”
There wasn’t a whole lot of room to work with, so West simply wedged a shoulder into Reiko’s back and plowed forward until her chest collided with the top turnbuckle and her forehead met Sin’s with an audible THUNK! The impromptu meeting of the minds sent Seah tumbling to the floor and Reiko slumped in her corner, though she didn’t actually get any time to rest before Emily reached down and around to grab hold of the taller wrestler’s right ankle. Drawing it up and across Ohno’s tummy in a sort of standing Figure Four, Emily backed the hobbling Cyclone away from the corner, West grabbed her own left wrist to complete the Waistlock, then dropped her knees and popped her hips to PLANT Reiko on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a Leg-Trap German Suplex! Delighted (and more than a little relieved) by the Amazing Academic’s reversal of fortune, Kylie joined the rest of the FAWNatics in counting out…
LEG TRAP GERMAN SUPLEX @ 4:07
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnFWFXj8_cY
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
Ohno twisted loose and ended up on her back, the woozy Invader holding her left arm high to flip off the crowd that jeered her resilience. “Suuuuhhh… suck it, loserSHEY! GET OFF! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Always quick to capitalize on an opening, Emily laid claim to Reiko’s left wrist and stepped over the Japanese wrestler’s body to turn her onto her stomach. Bending Ohno’s arm around her left leg even as she dropped to a crouch, West planted that knee atop Reiko’s forearm to keep the limb pinned in place while she helped herself to Ohno’s right leg and cranked it up and back at an angle that put vicious torque on that knee and ungodly pressure on Reiko’s lower back.
Mind Over Matter, Emily West to Reiko Ohno.
MIND OVER MATTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjF6GGHpWIA
Nodding in satisfaction even as Ohno yowled and squirmed, the Black Queen looked toward her corner and called, “Keep an eye out for the Dragon, would--”
Em didn’t finish because Sanders blew through the ropes to turn Seah inside with a Spear a whole heartbeat before the Little Dragon could knock West from her perch! Set on her knees beside the quivering Lightweight, Kylie shoveled Sin onto her stomach, snuggled in on her right side and draped that arm across her shoulders neat as you please. In the next instant she strapped a S-grip across Seah’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on a Border City Stretch that’d be dubbed Herky Jerky before the sun came up.
HERKY JERKY @ 00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbQkVL97AMo
With both Invaders locked down tight in the middle of the squared circle, the FAWNatics began to chant ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ at the top of their collective lungs. Neither woman obeyed these demands, though their high pitched wails and frantic scrabbling suggested it was well within the realm of possibility. This would’ve been fine for most, but not Emily, who grrrrrrooound her knee onto Reiko’s folded arm and put a little more strain on the Cyrclone’s right knee.
“I do believe this Invasion has been repelled, Reiko.” the veteran told her prey. “Would you care to make it official or can I hold you here for a little while--”
“F*CK YOU!” Ohno strained for the ropes even though they were well out of reach. “I’LL NEVER TAP TO YOUOOOOOOHHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAWD STAAAAAAAAHP! I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!”
West removed her right hand from Ohno’s helpless knee and affixed it to her equally vulnerable crotch, the Black Queen reminding her pawn that she was still quite capable of controlling the board.
Merle popped up and called for the bell as soon as Reiko slapped the mat, the veterans however didn’t relinquish their respective grips until the Announcer called out, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via submission, EMILY WEST AND KYLIE SANDERS!”
West let Reiko unfold from her backbreaking arc, Ohno flopping flat on her chest then mewling in residual pain, reaching for the base of her spine. She thumped the canvas with one extra tap, this one with a fist in frustration.
Emily used the back of Reiko’s head to push to her feet, mushing the Invader’s face into the deck as she rose. Reaching vertical, she wiped her brow and turned to Sanders no doubt Sin-ful predicament.
Expecting to have to call off Kylie, the Black Queen seemed surprised, and gladly so, the former Vanilla Chill had likewise released the Little Dragon from her clutches. The Platinum Pixie stamped a boot between Seah’s shoulderblades, keeping the Korean pinned to the canvas like a bug.
“Two ‘fer two,” Ky offered to her partner, flashing a smile.
“And the road to the top shortens by another step,” Emily continued. “For that’s where we should end this, Kylie. Nothing else will be enough. For you. For me.”
The Hawkeye nodded and removed her sole from the squirming Seah.
“Let’s let these two consider returning across the sea, joining their superior predecessors and meddling manager,” West added.
The Odd Couple moved to the ropes closest the hard cam. Em grabbed Kylie’s near wrist, lifting it high. Sanders shook loose and exchanged positions, Ky determined to raise the arm of the Amazing Academic tonight.
The FAWNatics loudly cheered the future Hall of Famers, realizing how special this combination of talent was and how short their time to enjoy West and Sanders might be.
The unexpectedly darling duo bowed in unison and slid through the ropes, perhaps also realizing how exceptional this twilight teaming had become.