Post by SammieSinclair on Mar 8, 2015 21:20:43 GMT
With Reiko Ohno riding high near the top of Japan’s finest organization, the Flame Goddess Pro federation, her FAWN Eurasian title making her a headliner on nearly every card, the rest of the Asian Invasion had taken a backseat to their gold-wearing compatriot.
And it wasn’t much of a surprise that, since AI’s return to the great mother, Nippon, Yuko Ogura had tended to her Yokohama Mama almost exclusively. Certainly no one could argue with the results, Reiko having defended her FAWN belt several times without a hiccup. Close cigars were of the order, but Ohno and Ogura had managed to keep Reiko with her prized belt.
Down the food chain, Seah Sin had perhaps surprisingly risen to second Invader on the FGP scene, the Korean making for the perfect heel and kicking ass on the lower end of the weight classes.
At the bottom had been the original Invaders, Sayuki and Sayuri, still kicking ass as a team, but getting little attention and play as singles stars in their homeland, the Corporation apparently pushing their newer faces to the originals’ detriment.
As the busty bully of the Invasion bobs from side to side shifting her weight nervously, Matsumoto realizes, for whatever reason, she’d been given a solo opportunity near the top of the card and tonight was the time to bust out like she had yet to do on her less than attention-grabbing home campaign.
When the plucking of a familiar set of Oriental strings courses over the crowd, Sayuki, on her own, Yuko again apparently too busy, moves to the curtain and pushes through. The legion of FGP fans rise as one and loose a thunderous round of cacophonous boos and catcalls. There are no ‘prodigal daughter’ feelings here, such is still the crowd’s opinion toward Sayuki and her ‘Americanized’ powerhouse, nothing-close-to-joshi style.
Behind her, red sunbeams flow out of a red disc on the tron and Sayuki’s new music supplants the old as Euphoria’s Valentine Jealousy flows through the arena. Matsumoto-san has an air of complete arrogance, that fact having remained unchanged on this side of the Pacific. With no Ogura to lead the way, Sayuki takes her sweet time, sashaying her mini kimono-covered curves toward the ring. Halfway there, the announcer makes her arrival official.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVzfpD-xyqY )
< place babelfish in ear for Japanese translation >
“Tonight’s next contest is one fall with a 20-minute time limit. From Kobe Japan, the Invader…Matsumoto Sayuki!!!!!!”
The curvy grappler drops her multihued silk and is garbed in her customary blood red bikini, the swatches leaving precious little of her hourglass figure to the imagination. Complementing the curves are white pads and boots, the pads bearing the red discs of her nation’s flag. Her raven hair is coiffed into two long pigtails.
Reaching the ring steps, Sayuki looks around the arena with a face full of disdain. She moves up the steps and demands the official open the top and middle ropes for her, which he does directly.
Matsumoto slides through and moves to the middle of the ring, bowing to the crowd as her music fades, though the assembled seems unmoved by the gesture, raising their volume to another level of animosity.
It takes a while for the venom of the crowd to fade... and fade is exactly the extent to which their jeers diminish, never quite fading away. Not even as the arena’s sound system starts to come back to life... though the tenor of the crowd most assuredly DOES change when one question, posed in English, is asked of the capacity crowd...
"Do you wanna get rocked?"
In the world of women’s professional wrestling, that question is synonymous with ONE talent--and the good people of Tokyo are WELL aware of that. So, too, is Sayuki Matsumoto, who appears utterly incredulous. And the audience ROARS only louder when a certain blonde, English export emerges at the top of the ramp.
Def Leppard's "Let's Get Rocked" pumps over the PA, and Shea London darts down to the ring, her usual million dollar smile on full display for the crowd. The Sensational One returns to action in the country where she had first come to a certain amount of international prominence with WSIW sporting what could best be described as a Union Jack two piece: her top presents a white cross with the quadrants above in red and below in blue, and white trim leading into the shoulder straps. Her bottoms are primarily blue, save for the red, upside-down ‘V’ that start at each thigh and meet at her waist, the waistband and bars both trimmed in white. Though in this case of this Union Jack, the image is broken up by an expanse of scrumptious tummy. Her kneepads display the emblem in a much more traditional fashion, with white wrist tape and boots completing the ensemble.
The gorgeous blonde makes a complete circuit around ringside, smiling, waving to and accepting the well wishes of her fans. Climbing the steps, Shea slips between the ropes, entering the ring and marching to the nearest corner, claiming it as her own. “And appearing tonight courtesy of the Female Association of Wrestling Novas," the announcer says. “From Manchester, England... SEEENNNSSSAAATTTIIIOOONNNAAAL SHHHEEEAAA LOOONNNDDDOOONNN!!!!”
Shea London...
Matsumoto might have been surprised to see her opponent tonight, but the fans of Japan proves quite resourceful and able to improvise. Promptly on cue with the Sensational One’s surname, a plethora of blue, red and white streamers sail from the seats and into the ring. Her cheeks flushed from the gesture, Shea takes a step out of her corner and offers a respectful bow to the crowd.
Sayuki approaches the official, speaking in her native tongue, clearly not wanting anything to do with London, protesting up and down. The man shrugs and waves for the bell. Matsumoto burns a hole through the official with her dark-hued eyes, slapping the top ropes next to her with both hands before turning toward London. "You come here is bad mistake," Sayuki assures. The duo start to circle in closing rings. "This my country and you not know how to Invade." Sayuki throws her frame toward Shea for a collar-and-elbow knowing she can gain control with her size and strength and back London to a corner. It might not be the joshi-style her countrymen loved, but Sayuki no doubt feels secure in using her assets to their best advantage in the way that had made her a champion back in the States.
But the Sensational One ducks Sayuki's sweeping arms, slipping to the side and allowing the buxom Asian bombshell's momentum to carry her past. Wheeling around quickly, Shea glues herself to Matsumoto's back and wraps her arms around Sayuki's waist, her shapely legs churning to drive her opponent into the ropes. When Sayuki's belly and bust meet the rubber coated steel, London rocks back, trying to ensnare Matsumoto with an O'Connor Roll. Sure, it might bring a surprisingly abrupt end to her return to Japan, but no doubt the fans would forgive her for finishing Sayuki off in embarrassingly quick fashion.
Sayuki, however, hooks her arms under the ropes on either side of the corner and, despite London's somersaulting attempt, remains anchored to the ropes. Matsumoto-san turns to see a tumbling London popping back up to her feet and decides to try and get in her home fans good graces by rushing Shea and not trying to spear her into two parts, but instead lay a rare Sayuki dropkick to the Brit's chin.
With London knowing Sayuki as well as she does, going against the Invader's established playbook proves to be very smart strategy. The Sensational One is stunned to see Matsumoto leap into the air and propel her boots toward the Brit's chin, and that momentary surprise is enough to allow the Asian bombshell's soles to find their mark. The dropkick sends Shea crashing to the deck, the back of her head slapping the mat hard, leaving the Sensational One groaning and cradling her skull. Sayuki rolls up to her knees with a rather self-satisfied smile... but the Tokyo crowd isn't nearly as won over.
She raises her arms for the love and receives only continued jeers in return. Matsumoto shakes off the ill feelings as she rises to her feet, walks to London, and sinks her fingers into Shea's dirty blonde locks. Yanking the Sensational One to her haunches, Sayuki drives a knee into the Brit's left temple. Keeping her grip on London's mane tight, the Invader keeps Shea from falling away and instead tugs her foe up. Dipping, Sayuki throws an arm between Shea's legs and scoops London off the deck, sending the Bombshell toward her right shoulder, overturned for a 'Welcome to Tokyo' bodyslam.
But the Sensational One proves to have answers of her own, wriggling her way off of Sayuki's powerful shoulder. As the blonde drifts down to the mat behind her opponent, Shea briefly gives thought to wrapping her arms around Matsumoto's midriff AGAIN and attempting another O'Connor Roll. But she opts against it, her hands instead reaching for the voluptuous beauty's shoulders. London springs right back off her feet, drawing her knees up toward Sayuki's shoulderblades, hoping to catch the brunette with a lungblower.
Momentarily unsure where the Manchester native's gone, Sayuki starts to turn to find the slippery Shea. But before she can wheel to face London, the blonde is airborne. Tucking into a ball, Shea's knees press into Matsumoto's upper back. London, with gravity's assistance, is able to rip the native off her boot leather and together they drop. The collision with the mat proves very one-sided as Shea's bony joints STAB into Matsumoto's shoulderblades sending her flying. Lungs officially blown, she ends on her side, it now the Invader's turn to turtle, but hers is of the defensive variety.
Shea, meanwhile, rocks back onto her shoulders and kips back to her feet--the crowd responding with a resounding cheer. Again, the Sensational One acknowledges them with a small bow, but with Sayuki beginning to work her way up to a seated position, the blonde Brit gets right back on the attack. She races into the ropes in front of the reeling Matsumoto, the strands propelling London back toward her foe with increased speed. And now it's Shea who leaves her feet, looking to repay Sayuki's dropkick with one of her own, aimed at the seemingly unmissable juggs of the seated Sayuki.
And London, much more accustomed to leaving the canvas, THUMPS her boot leather into the considerable bosom of the Japanese grappler. Matsumoto is sent tumbling, heels over head, until she ends seated again a few feet further back. Now, however, Sayuki wraps her breasts in a tight swaddle with her left arm, her lids half-closed as she grimaces from the frontal assault. Determined it won't happen again, she starts to push to her feet with her opposite hand.
Matsumoto gets a little "assist" when Shea plunges a hand into her raven locks, the Brit's other hand claiming Sayuki's wrist and pulling her arm away from her throbbing bosom. Tugging the erstwhile Invader back to full verticality, London lines her opponent up with the far corner. The sight of the solid padding in the corner, rather than the three turnbuckles that were the American standard, brings a slight smile to the Sensational One's lips, reminding her just a little of home. But then, setting her feet, Shea prepares to give that padding a considerable test when she starts to whip Matsumoto into the corner. Should the Asian bombshell remain upright upon arrival, London would follow her in with a handspring elbow. Should she drop to a seat...? Wellll...
And off Sayuki seems ready to go, but Matsumoto manages to halt her trip. She pivots and sends London off instead with a reversal. Shea gets an up close and personal view of the corner, sprinting toward the padding before turning into it and SMASHING in at near full gallop. The impact sends London staggering out and Sayuki lowers a shoulder before surging toward the Bombshell, ready to move back to more familiar ground with a simple, devastating, gutwrenching spear of the limey.
The unexpected had served Sayuki well earlier, but now, her more accustomed power game proves every bit as effective. Matsumoto's shoulder PLOWS into Shea's waist, lifting the Sensational One off her feet and folding the blonde across her back. She COULD have driven the Brit down into the canvas, but instead, Sayuki carries the FAWN legend the short distance back into the corner, London's spine BLASTED by the corner pad. Gripping the middle rope, Sayuki draws back... simply to ram her shoulder into Shea's stomach again. And again. And AGAIN. Each thrust draws a louder gasp from the Sensational One, until the referee finally moves in to intercede.
The man separates Matsumoto-san from her target and Sayuki turns to walk to center stage. But it's only a charade as when the official moves out of the way, Sayuki spins into another 180 and charges toward London. This time she remains upright but launches in close. With her bountiful chest leading the way, Sayuki bears down with a tsunami splash, hoping to bury London under the avalanche of flesh, crushing the breath out of London so no infamous Runs would be possible on the Invader's home island.
"NYYYYUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" the Sensational One moans, CRUSHED underneath one-hundred and thirty pounds of voluptuous Asian Invader with a solid head of steam behind her. The crowd sighs and boos as Matsumoto steps back, allowing Shea to plop to her backside when her legs give a shimmy. Those exquisite gams rest parted, London's head drooped to her heaving chest, the Brit trying to catch her breath.
Sayuki, known far and wide for her Setting Suns and Falling Moons, decides to give London a taste of her lunar surface. Turning away from Shea, her creamy-colored backside only partially covered by a small red swatch, Matsumoto backs up her smooth, satiny rump toward Shea's features. A woozy London's head shakes as she sees what's coming. London tries to get her hands up to intercept the hind end before the Invader can lay bum to face.
Shea's hands meet Sayuki's hips, but the Brit proves incapable of pushing the Japanese bombshell's rear end away from her features. The Sensational One's legs begin to kick, but with Matsumoto’s feet safely inside London's splayed thighs, the blonde's feet meet only with air. And unfortunately for Shea, it's not much more than her feet right now which DO have unencumbered contact with air. Her checks pressed tight against London's mug, Sayuki begins to swish her hips in circular patterns--and even though the crowd had been on Shea's side from the beginning, Matsumoto's display meets with a certain amount of vocal... appreciation.
Matsumoto-san gets her fill of swabbing a surefire FAWN first ballot Hall of Famer. She emerges from the corner and takes a stroll around the squared circle, arms raised, letting her own people know how stupid they were to support a gaijin. For her part, a greasy-faced Shea shakes off some of the stupor from her bleary eyes and tries to pull her way up with the help of the ropes. Half way through her trek, Sayuki notices London is on her way up and that, apparently, will not do. Matsumoto jiggles her way through a bull rush toward the Brit, again planning to splash her smaller foe under an avalanche of Kobe cheesecake.
There IS such a thing as going to the well once too often... but in this case, twice proves nice for Sayuki. For a second time, the Sensational One is CRUSHED between the corner pad and the curvaceous Asian, Matsumoto pointedly leeeeeeeaaning into London for a couple of extra seconds before taking a small step to the side. Free of the burden of Sayuki, Shea takes a faltering step out of the corner, her luscious legs quaking--and the very act of drawing in much needed oxygen appears torturous to the British Bombshell. London manages another drunken step... and the tumbles forward, landing in a sprawl, face down.
Sayuki looks down upon London, happy with what's she wrought and perhaps even more satisfied she's done it without Miss Ogura's nattering "guidance". Matsumoto slips a boot under Shea's shoulder and shovels the Manchester native from her chest to her back, the Sensational One flopping into a wide starfish. Matsumoto places that boot atop London's gulping tanned tummy and demands her victory be made official to the crowd's unhappy chagrin. The referee has little choice but to accede, slapping the canvas for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shea's right hand SLAMS into Sayuki's ankle, the Sensational One shoving the boot aside--and allowing London to roll over onto her side. "G'toffffffff..." the blonde rasps, beginning to push up to her hands and knees, still gulping down air, as urgently as she is able.
Matsumoto doesn't take kindly to London interrupting her triumphant moment. She snatches two handfuls of London's locks and yanks a yipping Shea to her feet. Slipping behind the Brit, Sayuki snakes her arms under and around those of London, lacing her fingers behind the Sensational One's neck in a full nelson. Matsumoto swings Shea from side to side wildly, rattling London's braincase and the senses within. "Sayuki can have run, too!" the Japanese beauty shouts, meaning to prove it in spades by attempting to heave Shea into the air with the nelson grip and get both palms underneath her foe so she can then military press London overhead. She'd show power is as good a way to win as joshi technique when a demolishing gorilla slam is involved.
Getting the Brit airborne proves easy enough for a powerhouse like Sayuki... but of course, the air is the Sensational One's natural habitat. As Shea starts to fly toward the rafters, she swings her body to face Matsumoto--and before the Asian beauty can adapt and reach for her, London's thighs clamp tightly around the Invader's skull. With that, the blonde Brit throws her weight back and down, hoping to utilize Sayuki's surprise to send the flatfooted Japanese bombshell crashing to the deck with a hurricarana.
And London turns not only the crowd on its head with the acrobatic maneuver, but Matsumoto as well. Caught flatfooted, Sayuki gets her hands on London's legs as they clamp tight around the temples of the Asian grappler. But that's all Sayuki has time to manage. There is no counter and Matsumoto is sent flying at London's direction, flipping forward and landing HEAVY on her backbone. A grimacing Sayuki slides to a stop, reaching for her lower back as her vertebrae curls in pain. Still, she starts to push up, determined to recapture control before London can get 'Running'.
While Matsumoto TRIES to rise, the Sensational One actually does, popping to her feet to a MASSIVE round of applause from the good folks of Tokyo. Sayuki eventually does regain her footing, the brunette's back turned to the waiting legend. Of course, when Sayuki realizes that Shea London is not in her line of sight, she realizes that very little good can come of this. She starts to turn... by which point, Shea is already sprinting toward the buxom Japanese babe. Launching herself into the air, London looks to land with her knees astride Sayuki's shoulders, hoping to take her foe down with her London Crush.
(LONDON CRUSH @1:29:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRageBu7Mqs )
London lands atop Sayuki's shoulders and if the curvy grappler had been aware of Shea's charge a second earlier, she might have been able to alter the desired result. But London 'Crushes' Matsumoto instead, riding Sayuki to the deck. The back of the Invader's noggin THUNKS into the canvas and momentum sends Sayuki's legs within easy grabbing distance of the FAWN legend. Scooping around behind Sayuki's knees, Shea folds up Matsumoto in front of her homeland, Sayuki's agonized face framed by Shea's thighs for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
The Invader bucks the blonde off of her chest... and Shea rolls with it. Quite literally. Rather than scramble to her feet, the Sensational One drops and rolls underneath the nearby bottom rope. Only once she's out on the apron does London rise, her hands moving to clutch the top rope as she watches Sayuki pick herself up as well. With Matsumoto still doubled, Shea rocks back, then shoots herself over the top rope. She reaches an arm for the Asian's neck, aiming to spike Sayuki's skull with her slingshot DDT.
(SLINGSHOT DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNm1hFG1wCk )
Again Sayuki's eyes can't keep up with Shea's blistering pace. Having lost sight of the Sensational One, Matsumoto finally turns her head in the right (or wrong) direction. It triggers London to use the top rope, clutched tightly and drawn back so she can explode over the top. Shea's left arm circles around Sayuki's braincase and the Bombshell uses her momentum to swing around Sayuki, turning her foe in a 180 as she does. The rest is crisp and clean and a delight for the locals as Shea rips Matsumoto off her feet and SPIKES Sayuki's skull into the canvas like a lawn dart. Matsumoto spills over, her body turned to rag doll as she ends on her side. The Invader's arms rise and cradle behind her head, perhaps to hold it in place, but otherwise, she's unmoving.
By now, London has the arena on its feet, the Tokyo fans delighting in witnessing a London Run first had. After springing back to her feet, the Sensational One glances over her shoulder, appraising Matsumoto's position. Judging it satisfactory, Shea turns to the near corner and starts to scale the ropes. Reaching the top, facing a mass of cheering spectators, London takes the briefest of moments to steady herself before launching into a beautiful moonsault.
Matsumoto, having slopped to her back, shifts from side to side, hands still behind her head. Through the fog, Matsumoto seems to understand her worst fear is being realized and the sound of the crowd makes that only more convincing. Knowing the only way to take advantage of her size and end The Run, Matsumoto starts to sit up, jackknifing her way toward a seat on the canvas. But Britain's Bombshell is already sky high, soaring through a backflip gracefully. With the creamy-skinned target crunching Sayuki up into a 'V', Shea's midriff THUMPS down across Sayuki's. The Asian's eyes bulge as her lips explode in a huge exhale, her breath forced from her lungs by the ring-rattling impact. Shea marks an emphatic 'X' across the splayed Sayuki, whose chest heaves to try and recover some of the lost oxygen. Meanwhile, Shea scoops the gasping Invader into a tight ball and collects the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOO!
Sayuki breaks free and rolls to her side, hugging her gutted abdomen.
If Shea's frustrated, the British Bombshell does her best not to let it show. Pushing off of the Asian beauty's belly, London hairhauls the reeling Invader up onto jellied legs. And now, it's SHEA'S turn to go to the well again, only this time attempting something that she had failed with the first time. However, with Matsumoto now increasingly out of breath, the Sensational One thinks her fortunes might be better. Taking Sayuki's wrist, the blonde sets her feet, and attempts to whip her opponent into the far corner, as strongly as she can.
The breathless Matsumoto knows what she has to do, but when the time comes to reverse, the reeling Invader is unable. London sends Sayuki off to the races and the busty Asian's curves bounce their way into the corner, the padding providing little comfort to Sayuki's back with the force with which she hits home. Matsumoto's body nearly goes over the top, Sayuki legs flying into the air, her frame inches away from spilling to the apron and floor below. But the tipping point isn't reached and back she comes. Her moons SLAM into the deck, Sayuki's face creased with a grimace when her tailbone hits the deck, legs extended in front of her, hands reaching beneath her to ease her bruised caboose as she leans into the lower part of the pad.
Across the ring, the Sensational One brings both her hands to her mouth and bellows, "IF YA WANNA SEE ME BUST THIS BYTCH, MAKE SOME NOISE!!!"
How many of the Tokyo crowd actually understand Shea's words is anyone's guess, but they still give London a THUNDEROUS ovation--and Shea interprets that as full agreement. The Brit takes one small step back, creating as much space between her and Matsumoto as she can, and then charges toward the seated Sayuki.
The dirty blonde leaps when in range, her legs extending and widening to make Sayuki fit perfectly between and fit she does. Matsumoto's abundant chest proves the perfect crash pad for Shea's bum and, after the first explosive collision, London grabs the ropes on either side of her foe and bounds into a ballistic busting of the Invader. Up and down Shea pumps and thrusts her undercarriage into Sayuki's bosom and, as she starts to slide lower with each THUMP, Sayuki's throat, then chin, then full lips and adorable nose, Shea racking up a good baker's dozen before the count of the ref tells the Sensational One she's reached the end of her tether. She dismounts and leaves a jellied Sayuki to puddle to the canvas, the crowd roaring at the sight and possibly the fact Ogura isn't here to screech at the result.
Again, Shea gives the crowd a respectful bow before turning her attention back to the mess of Matsumoto. "Up ya come, duchess," the Sensational One mutters, tugging Sayuki up with a handful of hair and dragging the curvaceous Japanese beauty back toward the center of the ring. She then spins her foe around, nuzzling in once Sayuki's back. Wrapping her arms around Matsumoto's waist, London starts to pop her hips, ready to add a show of strength to her display of speed and agility. The crowd certainly already loved her, but if she could plant Sayuki with a bridging German suplex, she might just have them eating out of her hands--even if she couldn't keep Matsumoto's shoulders down for the three.
The 'busted' Matsumoto is led to center stage by Shea, London showing what the Tokyo crowd was missing if they hadn't seen London at the peak of her powers. And when the Brit encircles Sayuki's cream-colored tummy and squeezes tight, drawing a soft grunt from the waning Matsumoto, she shows them all the more. Proving there is more than speed to her game, the Brit rips Sayuki off her loosened moorings and sends her tumbling over London's shoulder. The Invader lands heavy on her shoulders, still in London's grasp. With Sayuki's chin in her own chest, the Japanese grappler's legs bicycle in uncoordinated fashion through...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOO!
A final spasm brings Sayuki's left shoulder up and she lands on her right side, Shea unable to keep the bridging pin in place, even with Sayuki in her depleted state.
As Matsumoto gathers into a jumbled heap, Shea sits up and looks at the ref. Opting to communicate in the universal language of gestures, the Brit holds up three fingers, but he shakes his head. "Count two!" the official assures her.
London responds in another universal manner, sticking her tongue out at him. The twinkle in those mischievous eyes, though, shows she bears no malice toward his decision. Rising, the Sensational One sends Sayuki to her back with a stomp to her gurls, then turns toward the ropes. Slipping out onto the apron, London makes her way to the near corner. Being back where her international career had truly began, it only seems right that she finish Matsumoto off in a similarly retro manner, via her Sensational Leg Drop.
The expectant murmurs from the Tokyo crowd grow as Shea leaves their splayed countrywoman a generous target in front of the corner. Sliding through the ropes, Shea walks to her launching point, the glistening tanned Brit resplendent halfway around the globe from her home. Reaching the corner from the outside, she hops to the top with a practiced ease, pleased to see the aching Matsumoto remains London Run-over. Shea takes but a moment to steady herself in a stance at the top, measuring the Invader as the crowd comes to its feet wanting to see a classic end to Matsumoto.
Shea launches to glorious heights, her lithe body seemingly as fresh as the beginning of her career. As she falls to earth and Sayuki, her legs extend and CRASH down across Matsumoto's throat and chest
Brian: with an explosive THUMP. Sayuki’s lower ¾, the part not under London’s tawny stems, spasm, but then fall still. Feeling the softness, the give in Sayuki’s body beneath her, Shea remains seated with her legs across Matsumoto, deciding the pin should be a memorable one and when the official slides down and slaps for the...
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
... it becomes just that. yt
"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer declares, "your winner, via pinfall... SHHHEEEAAA LOOONNNDDDOOONNN!!!!!"
The Sensational One rises to her knees, sitting back on her haunches as the official raises her hand in triumph. Looking down all the all but senseless Sayuki, London says with a smirk, "Think I can see why Yuko took 'er girls 'ome. But Reiko's got somethin' tha' belongs ta FAWN. If you lot think ya can keep it stayin' over 'ere... Well, I just showed ya I can beat ya 'ere. Maybe next time, I beat Ohno."
Accepting some assistance from the referee, Shea rises, turning to give a grateful bow to each side of the arena. She then steps over Matsumoto's sprawled frame, straddling her at the hips...
... and the Sensational One glides her hands over her stomach. Was it a challenge to Reiko? Or did the British Bombshell have a bigger fish in mind?
And it wasn’t much of a surprise that, since AI’s return to the great mother, Nippon, Yuko Ogura had tended to her Yokohama Mama almost exclusively. Certainly no one could argue with the results, Reiko having defended her FAWN belt several times without a hiccup. Close cigars were of the order, but Ohno and Ogura had managed to keep Reiko with her prized belt.
Down the food chain, Seah Sin had perhaps surprisingly risen to second Invader on the FGP scene, the Korean making for the perfect heel and kicking ass on the lower end of the weight classes.
At the bottom had been the original Invaders, Sayuki and Sayuri, still kicking ass as a team, but getting little attention and play as singles stars in their homeland, the Corporation apparently pushing their newer faces to the originals’ detriment.
As the busty bully of the Invasion bobs from side to side shifting her weight nervously, Matsumoto realizes, for whatever reason, she’d been given a solo opportunity near the top of the card and tonight was the time to bust out like she had yet to do on her less than attention-grabbing home campaign.
When the plucking of a familiar set of Oriental strings courses over the crowd, Sayuki, on her own, Yuko again apparently too busy, moves to the curtain and pushes through. The legion of FGP fans rise as one and loose a thunderous round of cacophonous boos and catcalls. There are no ‘prodigal daughter’ feelings here, such is still the crowd’s opinion toward Sayuki and her ‘Americanized’ powerhouse, nothing-close-to-joshi style.
Behind her, red sunbeams flow out of a red disc on the tron and Sayuki’s new music supplants the old as Euphoria’s Valentine Jealousy flows through the arena. Matsumoto-san has an air of complete arrogance, that fact having remained unchanged on this side of the Pacific. With no Ogura to lead the way, Sayuki takes her sweet time, sashaying her mini kimono-covered curves toward the ring. Halfway there, the announcer makes her arrival official.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVzfpD-xyqY )
< place babelfish in ear for Japanese translation >
“Tonight’s next contest is one fall with a 20-minute time limit. From Kobe Japan, the Invader…Matsumoto Sayuki!!!!!!”
The curvy grappler drops her multihued silk and is garbed in her customary blood red bikini, the swatches leaving precious little of her hourglass figure to the imagination. Complementing the curves are white pads and boots, the pads bearing the red discs of her nation’s flag. Her raven hair is coiffed into two long pigtails.
Reaching the ring steps, Sayuki looks around the arena with a face full of disdain. She moves up the steps and demands the official open the top and middle ropes for her, which he does directly.
Matsumoto slides through and moves to the middle of the ring, bowing to the crowd as her music fades, though the assembled seems unmoved by the gesture, raising their volume to another level of animosity.
It takes a while for the venom of the crowd to fade... and fade is exactly the extent to which their jeers diminish, never quite fading away. Not even as the arena’s sound system starts to come back to life... though the tenor of the crowd most assuredly DOES change when one question, posed in English, is asked of the capacity crowd...
"Do you wanna get rocked?"
In the world of women’s professional wrestling, that question is synonymous with ONE talent--and the good people of Tokyo are WELL aware of that. So, too, is Sayuki Matsumoto, who appears utterly incredulous. And the audience ROARS only louder when a certain blonde, English export emerges at the top of the ramp.
Def Leppard's "Let's Get Rocked" pumps over the PA, and Shea London darts down to the ring, her usual million dollar smile on full display for the crowd. The Sensational One returns to action in the country where she had first come to a certain amount of international prominence with WSIW sporting what could best be described as a Union Jack two piece: her top presents a white cross with the quadrants above in red and below in blue, and white trim leading into the shoulder straps. Her bottoms are primarily blue, save for the red, upside-down ‘V’ that start at each thigh and meet at her waist, the waistband and bars both trimmed in white. Though in this case of this Union Jack, the image is broken up by an expanse of scrumptious tummy. Her kneepads display the emblem in a much more traditional fashion, with white wrist tape and boots completing the ensemble.
The gorgeous blonde makes a complete circuit around ringside, smiling, waving to and accepting the well wishes of her fans. Climbing the steps, Shea slips between the ropes, entering the ring and marching to the nearest corner, claiming it as her own. “And appearing tonight courtesy of the Female Association of Wrestling Novas," the announcer says. “From Manchester, England... SEEENNNSSSAAATTTIIIOOONNNAAAL SHHHEEEAAA LOOONNNDDDOOONNN!!!!”
Shea London...
Matsumoto might have been surprised to see her opponent tonight, but the fans of Japan proves quite resourceful and able to improvise. Promptly on cue with the Sensational One’s surname, a plethora of blue, red and white streamers sail from the seats and into the ring. Her cheeks flushed from the gesture, Shea takes a step out of her corner and offers a respectful bow to the crowd.
Sayuki approaches the official, speaking in her native tongue, clearly not wanting anything to do with London, protesting up and down. The man shrugs and waves for the bell. Matsumoto burns a hole through the official with her dark-hued eyes, slapping the top ropes next to her with both hands before turning toward London. "You come here is bad mistake," Sayuki assures. The duo start to circle in closing rings. "This my country and you not know how to Invade." Sayuki throws her frame toward Shea for a collar-and-elbow knowing she can gain control with her size and strength and back London to a corner. It might not be the joshi-style her countrymen loved, but Sayuki no doubt feels secure in using her assets to their best advantage in the way that had made her a champion back in the States.
But the Sensational One ducks Sayuki's sweeping arms, slipping to the side and allowing the buxom Asian bombshell's momentum to carry her past. Wheeling around quickly, Shea glues herself to Matsumoto's back and wraps her arms around Sayuki's waist, her shapely legs churning to drive her opponent into the ropes. When Sayuki's belly and bust meet the rubber coated steel, London rocks back, trying to ensnare Matsumoto with an O'Connor Roll. Sure, it might bring a surprisingly abrupt end to her return to Japan, but no doubt the fans would forgive her for finishing Sayuki off in embarrassingly quick fashion.
Sayuki, however, hooks her arms under the ropes on either side of the corner and, despite London's somersaulting attempt, remains anchored to the ropes. Matsumoto-san turns to see a tumbling London popping back up to her feet and decides to try and get in her home fans good graces by rushing Shea and not trying to spear her into two parts, but instead lay a rare Sayuki dropkick to the Brit's chin.
With London knowing Sayuki as well as she does, going against the Invader's established playbook proves to be very smart strategy. The Sensational One is stunned to see Matsumoto leap into the air and propel her boots toward the Brit's chin, and that momentary surprise is enough to allow the Asian bombshell's soles to find their mark. The dropkick sends Shea crashing to the deck, the back of her head slapping the mat hard, leaving the Sensational One groaning and cradling her skull. Sayuki rolls up to her knees with a rather self-satisfied smile... but the Tokyo crowd isn't nearly as won over.
She raises her arms for the love and receives only continued jeers in return. Matsumoto shakes off the ill feelings as she rises to her feet, walks to London, and sinks her fingers into Shea's dirty blonde locks. Yanking the Sensational One to her haunches, Sayuki drives a knee into the Brit's left temple. Keeping her grip on London's mane tight, the Invader keeps Shea from falling away and instead tugs her foe up. Dipping, Sayuki throws an arm between Shea's legs and scoops London off the deck, sending the Bombshell toward her right shoulder, overturned for a 'Welcome to Tokyo' bodyslam.
But the Sensational One proves to have answers of her own, wriggling her way off of Sayuki's powerful shoulder. As the blonde drifts down to the mat behind her opponent, Shea briefly gives thought to wrapping her arms around Matsumoto's midriff AGAIN and attempting another O'Connor Roll. But she opts against it, her hands instead reaching for the voluptuous beauty's shoulders. London springs right back off her feet, drawing her knees up toward Sayuki's shoulderblades, hoping to catch the brunette with a lungblower.
Momentarily unsure where the Manchester native's gone, Sayuki starts to turn to find the slippery Shea. But before she can wheel to face London, the blonde is airborne. Tucking into a ball, Shea's knees press into Matsumoto's upper back. London, with gravity's assistance, is able to rip the native off her boot leather and together they drop. The collision with the mat proves very one-sided as Shea's bony joints STAB into Matsumoto's shoulderblades sending her flying. Lungs officially blown, she ends on her side, it now the Invader's turn to turtle, but hers is of the defensive variety.
Shea, meanwhile, rocks back onto her shoulders and kips back to her feet--the crowd responding with a resounding cheer. Again, the Sensational One acknowledges them with a small bow, but with Sayuki beginning to work her way up to a seated position, the blonde Brit gets right back on the attack. She races into the ropes in front of the reeling Matsumoto, the strands propelling London back toward her foe with increased speed. And now it's Shea who leaves her feet, looking to repay Sayuki's dropkick with one of her own, aimed at the seemingly unmissable juggs of the seated Sayuki.
And London, much more accustomed to leaving the canvas, THUMPS her boot leather into the considerable bosom of the Japanese grappler. Matsumoto is sent tumbling, heels over head, until she ends seated again a few feet further back. Now, however, Sayuki wraps her breasts in a tight swaddle with her left arm, her lids half-closed as she grimaces from the frontal assault. Determined it won't happen again, she starts to push to her feet with her opposite hand.
Matsumoto gets a little "assist" when Shea plunges a hand into her raven locks, the Brit's other hand claiming Sayuki's wrist and pulling her arm away from her throbbing bosom. Tugging the erstwhile Invader back to full verticality, London lines her opponent up with the far corner. The sight of the solid padding in the corner, rather than the three turnbuckles that were the American standard, brings a slight smile to the Sensational One's lips, reminding her just a little of home. But then, setting her feet, Shea prepares to give that padding a considerable test when she starts to whip Matsumoto into the corner. Should the Asian bombshell remain upright upon arrival, London would follow her in with a handspring elbow. Should she drop to a seat...? Wellll...
And off Sayuki seems ready to go, but Matsumoto manages to halt her trip. She pivots and sends London off instead with a reversal. Shea gets an up close and personal view of the corner, sprinting toward the padding before turning into it and SMASHING in at near full gallop. The impact sends London staggering out and Sayuki lowers a shoulder before surging toward the Bombshell, ready to move back to more familiar ground with a simple, devastating, gutwrenching spear of the limey.
The unexpected had served Sayuki well earlier, but now, her more accustomed power game proves every bit as effective. Matsumoto's shoulder PLOWS into Shea's waist, lifting the Sensational One off her feet and folding the blonde across her back. She COULD have driven the Brit down into the canvas, but instead, Sayuki carries the FAWN legend the short distance back into the corner, London's spine BLASTED by the corner pad. Gripping the middle rope, Sayuki draws back... simply to ram her shoulder into Shea's stomach again. And again. And AGAIN. Each thrust draws a louder gasp from the Sensational One, until the referee finally moves in to intercede.
The man separates Matsumoto-san from her target and Sayuki turns to walk to center stage. But it's only a charade as when the official moves out of the way, Sayuki spins into another 180 and charges toward London. This time she remains upright but launches in close. With her bountiful chest leading the way, Sayuki bears down with a tsunami splash, hoping to bury London under the avalanche of flesh, crushing the breath out of London so no infamous Runs would be possible on the Invader's home island.
"NYYYYUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" the Sensational One moans, CRUSHED underneath one-hundred and thirty pounds of voluptuous Asian Invader with a solid head of steam behind her. The crowd sighs and boos as Matsumoto steps back, allowing Shea to plop to her backside when her legs give a shimmy. Those exquisite gams rest parted, London's head drooped to her heaving chest, the Brit trying to catch her breath.
Sayuki, known far and wide for her Setting Suns and Falling Moons, decides to give London a taste of her lunar surface. Turning away from Shea, her creamy-colored backside only partially covered by a small red swatch, Matsumoto backs up her smooth, satiny rump toward Shea's features. A woozy London's head shakes as she sees what's coming. London tries to get her hands up to intercept the hind end before the Invader can lay bum to face.
Shea's hands meet Sayuki's hips, but the Brit proves incapable of pushing the Japanese bombshell's rear end away from her features. The Sensational One's legs begin to kick, but with Matsumoto’s feet safely inside London's splayed thighs, the blonde's feet meet only with air. And unfortunately for Shea, it's not much more than her feet right now which DO have unencumbered contact with air. Her checks pressed tight against London's mug, Sayuki begins to swish her hips in circular patterns--and even though the crowd had been on Shea's side from the beginning, Matsumoto's display meets with a certain amount of vocal... appreciation.
Matsumoto-san gets her fill of swabbing a surefire FAWN first ballot Hall of Famer. She emerges from the corner and takes a stroll around the squared circle, arms raised, letting her own people know how stupid they were to support a gaijin. For her part, a greasy-faced Shea shakes off some of the stupor from her bleary eyes and tries to pull her way up with the help of the ropes. Half way through her trek, Sayuki notices London is on her way up and that, apparently, will not do. Matsumoto jiggles her way through a bull rush toward the Brit, again planning to splash her smaller foe under an avalanche of Kobe cheesecake.
There IS such a thing as going to the well once too often... but in this case, twice proves nice for Sayuki. For a second time, the Sensational One is CRUSHED between the corner pad and the curvaceous Asian, Matsumoto pointedly leeeeeeeaaning into London for a couple of extra seconds before taking a small step to the side. Free of the burden of Sayuki, Shea takes a faltering step out of the corner, her luscious legs quaking--and the very act of drawing in much needed oxygen appears torturous to the British Bombshell. London manages another drunken step... and the tumbles forward, landing in a sprawl, face down.
Sayuki looks down upon London, happy with what's she wrought and perhaps even more satisfied she's done it without Miss Ogura's nattering "guidance". Matsumoto slips a boot under Shea's shoulder and shovels the Manchester native from her chest to her back, the Sensational One flopping into a wide starfish. Matsumoto places that boot atop London's gulping tanned tummy and demands her victory be made official to the crowd's unhappy chagrin. The referee has little choice but to accede, slapping the canvas for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shea's right hand SLAMS into Sayuki's ankle, the Sensational One shoving the boot aside--and allowing London to roll over onto her side. "G'toffffffff..." the blonde rasps, beginning to push up to her hands and knees, still gulping down air, as urgently as she is able.
Matsumoto doesn't take kindly to London interrupting her triumphant moment. She snatches two handfuls of London's locks and yanks a yipping Shea to her feet. Slipping behind the Brit, Sayuki snakes her arms under and around those of London, lacing her fingers behind the Sensational One's neck in a full nelson. Matsumoto swings Shea from side to side wildly, rattling London's braincase and the senses within. "Sayuki can have run, too!" the Japanese beauty shouts, meaning to prove it in spades by attempting to heave Shea into the air with the nelson grip and get both palms underneath her foe so she can then military press London overhead. She'd show power is as good a way to win as joshi technique when a demolishing gorilla slam is involved.
Getting the Brit airborne proves easy enough for a powerhouse like Sayuki... but of course, the air is the Sensational One's natural habitat. As Shea starts to fly toward the rafters, she swings her body to face Matsumoto--and before the Asian beauty can adapt and reach for her, London's thighs clamp tightly around the Invader's skull. With that, the blonde Brit throws her weight back and down, hoping to utilize Sayuki's surprise to send the flatfooted Japanese bombshell crashing to the deck with a hurricarana.
And London turns not only the crowd on its head with the acrobatic maneuver, but Matsumoto as well. Caught flatfooted, Sayuki gets her hands on London's legs as they clamp tight around the temples of the Asian grappler. But that's all Sayuki has time to manage. There is no counter and Matsumoto is sent flying at London's direction, flipping forward and landing HEAVY on her backbone. A grimacing Sayuki slides to a stop, reaching for her lower back as her vertebrae curls in pain. Still, she starts to push up, determined to recapture control before London can get 'Running'.
While Matsumoto TRIES to rise, the Sensational One actually does, popping to her feet to a MASSIVE round of applause from the good folks of Tokyo. Sayuki eventually does regain her footing, the brunette's back turned to the waiting legend. Of course, when Sayuki realizes that Shea London is not in her line of sight, she realizes that very little good can come of this. She starts to turn... by which point, Shea is already sprinting toward the buxom Japanese babe. Launching herself into the air, London looks to land with her knees astride Sayuki's shoulders, hoping to take her foe down with her London Crush.
(LONDON CRUSH @1:29:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRageBu7Mqs )
London lands atop Sayuki's shoulders and if the curvy grappler had been aware of Shea's charge a second earlier, she might have been able to alter the desired result. But London 'Crushes' Matsumoto instead, riding Sayuki to the deck. The back of the Invader's noggin THUNKS into the canvas and momentum sends Sayuki's legs within easy grabbing distance of the FAWN legend. Scooping around behind Sayuki's knees, Shea folds up Matsumoto in front of her homeland, Sayuki's agonized face framed by Shea's thighs for...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOO!
The Invader bucks the blonde off of her chest... and Shea rolls with it. Quite literally. Rather than scramble to her feet, the Sensational One drops and rolls underneath the nearby bottom rope. Only once she's out on the apron does London rise, her hands moving to clutch the top rope as she watches Sayuki pick herself up as well. With Matsumoto still doubled, Shea rocks back, then shoots herself over the top rope. She reaches an arm for the Asian's neck, aiming to spike Sayuki's skull with her slingshot DDT.
(SLINGSHOT DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNm1hFG1wCk )
Again Sayuki's eyes can't keep up with Shea's blistering pace. Having lost sight of the Sensational One, Matsumoto finally turns her head in the right (or wrong) direction. It triggers London to use the top rope, clutched tightly and drawn back so she can explode over the top. Shea's left arm circles around Sayuki's braincase and the Bombshell uses her momentum to swing around Sayuki, turning her foe in a 180 as she does. The rest is crisp and clean and a delight for the locals as Shea rips Matsumoto off her feet and SPIKES Sayuki's skull into the canvas like a lawn dart. Matsumoto spills over, her body turned to rag doll as she ends on her side. The Invader's arms rise and cradle behind her head, perhaps to hold it in place, but otherwise, she's unmoving.
By now, London has the arena on its feet, the Tokyo fans delighting in witnessing a London Run first had. After springing back to her feet, the Sensational One glances over her shoulder, appraising Matsumoto's position. Judging it satisfactory, Shea turns to the near corner and starts to scale the ropes. Reaching the top, facing a mass of cheering spectators, London takes the briefest of moments to steady herself before launching into a beautiful moonsault.
Matsumoto, having slopped to her back, shifts from side to side, hands still behind her head. Through the fog, Matsumoto seems to understand her worst fear is being realized and the sound of the crowd makes that only more convincing. Knowing the only way to take advantage of her size and end The Run, Matsumoto starts to sit up, jackknifing her way toward a seat on the canvas. But Britain's Bombshell is already sky high, soaring through a backflip gracefully. With the creamy-skinned target crunching Sayuki up into a 'V', Shea's midriff THUMPS down across Sayuki's. The Asian's eyes bulge as her lips explode in a huge exhale, her breath forced from her lungs by the ring-rattling impact. Shea marks an emphatic 'X' across the splayed Sayuki, whose chest heaves to try and recover some of the lost oxygen. Meanwhile, Shea scoops the gasping Invader into a tight ball and collects the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOO!
Sayuki breaks free and rolls to her side, hugging her gutted abdomen.
If Shea's frustrated, the British Bombshell does her best not to let it show. Pushing off of the Asian beauty's belly, London hairhauls the reeling Invader up onto jellied legs. And now, it's SHEA'S turn to go to the well again, only this time attempting something that she had failed with the first time. However, with Matsumoto now increasingly out of breath, the Sensational One thinks her fortunes might be better. Taking Sayuki's wrist, the blonde sets her feet, and attempts to whip her opponent into the far corner, as strongly as she can.
The breathless Matsumoto knows what she has to do, but when the time comes to reverse, the reeling Invader is unable. London sends Sayuki off to the races and the busty Asian's curves bounce their way into the corner, the padding providing little comfort to Sayuki's back with the force with which she hits home. Matsumoto's body nearly goes over the top, Sayuki legs flying into the air, her frame inches away from spilling to the apron and floor below. But the tipping point isn't reached and back she comes. Her moons SLAM into the deck, Sayuki's face creased with a grimace when her tailbone hits the deck, legs extended in front of her, hands reaching beneath her to ease her bruised caboose as she leans into the lower part of the pad.
Across the ring, the Sensational One brings both her hands to her mouth and bellows, "IF YA WANNA SEE ME BUST THIS BYTCH, MAKE SOME NOISE!!!"
How many of the Tokyo crowd actually understand Shea's words is anyone's guess, but they still give London a THUNDEROUS ovation--and Shea interprets that as full agreement. The Brit takes one small step back, creating as much space between her and Matsumoto as she can, and then charges toward the seated Sayuki.
The dirty blonde leaps when in range, her legs extending and widening to make Sayuki fit perfectly between and fit she does. Matsumoto's abundant chest proves the perfect crash pad for Shea's bum and, after the first explosive collision, London grabs the ropes on either side of her foe and bounds into a ballistic busting of the Invader. Up and down Shea pumps and thrusts her undercarriage into Sayuki's bosom and, as she starts to slide lower with each THUMP, Sayuki's throat, then chin, then full lips and adorable nose, Shea racking up a good baker's dozen before the count of the ref tells the Sensational One she's reached the end of her tether. She dismounts and leaves a jellied Sayuki to puddle to the canvas, the crowd roaring at the sight and possibly the fact Ogura isn't here to screech at the result.
Again, Shea gives the crowd a respectful bow before turning her attention back to the mess of Matsumoto. "Up ya come, duchess," the Sensational One mutters, tugging Sayuki up with a handful of hair and dragging the curvaceous Japanese beauty back toward the center of the ring. She then spins her foe around, nuzzling in once Sayuki's back. Wrapping her arms around Matsumoto's waist, London starts to pop her hips, ready to add a show of strength to her display of speed and agility. The crowd certainly already loved her, but if she could plant Sayuki with a bridging German suplex, she might just have them eating out of her hands--even if she couldn't keep Matsumoto's shoulders down for the three.
The 'busted' Matsumoto is led to center stage by Shea, London showing what the Tokyo crowd was missing if they hadn't seen London at the peak of her powers. And when the Brit encircles Sayuki's cream-colored tummy and squeezes tight, drawing a soft grunt from the waning Matsumoto, she shows them all the more. Proving there is more than speed to her game, the Brit rips Sayuki off her loosened moorings and sends her tumbling over London's shoulder. The Invader lands heavy on her shoulders, still in London's grasp. With Sayuki's chin in her own chest, the Japanese grappler's legs bicycle in uncoordinated fashion through...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOO!
A final spasm brings Sayuki's left shoulder up and she lands on her right side, Shea unable to keep the bridging pin in place, even with Sayuki in her depleted state.
As Matsumoto gathers into a jumbled heap, Shea sits up and looks at the ref. Opting to communicate in the universal language of gestures, the Brit holds up three fingers, but he shakes his head. "Count two!" the official assures her.
London responds in another universal manner, sticking her tongue out at him. The twinkle in those mischievous eyes, though, shows she bears no malice toward his decision. Rising, the Sensational One sends Sayuki to her back with a stomp to her gurls, then turns toward the ropes. Slipping out onto the apron, London makes her way to the near corner. Being back where her international career had truly began, it only seems right that she finish Matsumoto off in a similarly retro manner, via her Sensational Leg Drop.
The expectant murmurs from the Tokyo crowd grow as Shea leaves their splayed countrywoman a generous target in front of the corner. Sliding through the ropes, Shea walks to her launching point, the glistening tanned Brit resplendent halfway around the globe from her home. Reaching the corner from the outside, she hops to the top with a practiced ease, pleased to see the aching Matsumoto remains London Run-over. Shea takes but a moment to steady herself in a stance at the top, measuring the Invader as the crowd comes to its feet wanting to see a classic end to Matsumoto.
Shea launches to glorious heights, her lithe body seemingly as fresh as the beginning of her career. As she falls to earth and Sayuki, her legs extend and CRASH down across Matsumoto's throat and chest
Brian: with an explosive THUMP. Sayuki’s lower ¾, the part not under London’s tawny stems, spasm, but then fall still. Feeling the softness, the give in Sayuki’s body beneath her, Shea remains seated with her legs across Matsumoto, deciding the pin should be a memorable one and when the official slides down and slaps for the...
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
... it becomes just that. yt
"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer declares, "your winner, via pinfall... SHHHEEEAAA LOOONNNDDDOOONNN!!!!!"
The Sensational One rises to her knees, sitting back on her haunches as the official raises her hand in triumph. Looking down all the all but senseless Sayuki, London says with a smirk, "Think I can see why Yuko took 'er girls 'ome. But Reiko's got somethin' tha' belongs ta FAWN. If you lot think ya can keep it stayin' over 'ere... Well, I just showed ya I can beat ya 'ere. Maybe next time, I beat Ohno."
Accepting some assistance from the referee, Shea rises, turning to give a grateful bow to each side of the arena. She then steps over Matsumoto's sprawled frame, straddling her at the hips...
... and the Sensational One glides her hands over her stomach. Was it a challenge to Reiko? Or did the British Bombshell have a bigger fish in mind?
