Post by alyadmirer on Aug 12, 2016 22:35:03 GMT
With the FAWNatics ready for the next round of combat, the plucking of a familiar set of Oriental strings courses over the crowd and immediately the assembled explode in a thunderous round of cacophonous boos and catcalls.
Undeterred by the unadulterated hate, FAWN’s tiniest, most shrill and arguably most successful manager, Yuko Ogura, appears and the masses threaten to tear the roof off. Ogura looks over the FAWNatics with her familiar sneering disdain. The crowd grouse under the thrall of the tiny, bitchy businesswoman once more.
As Yuko motions for the fans to bow in subservience, a Rising Sun flag supplants the FAWN logo on the FAWNtron, red sunbeams flowing out of the matching disc behind them. Ogura turns to greet the power of her organization, Matsumoto-san, the original and perhaps most dangerous Invader of all time appears, the volume of the hatred only increasing.
Sayuki joins her leader and bows to her boss. Yuko nods in response and points toward the ring. As they make their way toward the squared circle, Ogura shrieks over the cantankerous crowd, demanding they show her weapon the proper reverence.
The curvy Asian is garbed for battle in her familiar blood red bikini, the scant cloth 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 dark hair is coiffed into two long pigtails.
Next to her, Ogura leaves many in the crowd buzzing at her cheeky ensemble. Above is a top that appears white satin in front, black-n-white stripes from side to back. Below is the familiar gun metal gray with pinstripes but only in very daring proportions, the tiny ring of cloth held in place with a pair of jaunty suspenders. On her abbreviated but delectable stems are whalenet stockings leading to black business pumps and atop her long chestnut-colored locks is a black fedora.
YUKO OGURA:
SAYUKI MATSUMOTO:
Reaching the ring steps, Sayuki leads her boss up, Yuko directly behind, a protective hand on her charge’s right hip. She waits for Sayuki to open the top and middle ropes wide, allowing Ogura to step through. Matusumoto-san joins her with a swing of her hips as Yuko doffs her fedora and plucks a microphone from inside. The crowd seems less than pleased with the prospect of a monologue from the leader of the Invaders and makes Yuko aware. She waits for something approaching silence.
“As you know or should know,” Yuko says, “my ninja, Reiko Ohno continues to hold the Eurasian championship.”
The crowd lets loose with another loud set of boos.
“And has not defended that title in this country for some time.”
Yuko raises her volume to reach over the FAWNatics.
“AND SHE WILL NOT…until someone proves themselves worthy of having that honor. A ginger gaijin is trying to claim that honor.”
A roar of approval stirs and only grows louder when Yuko adds, “And she somehow beat my Little Dragon Seah Sin to move closer to that goal.”
Ogura turns from the audience to the nearest lens.
“There is one problem with your plan Miss Kane. My Sayuki is the real blocker of the road. You beat her. You will get your title shot.”
The crowd explodes with excitement.
“BUT…you will NOT beat her. In fact, I have directed my Sayuki to provide you the Suns and Moons as a manner of discouraging further futile attempts. So I ask you to come…join us…and have the Suns and Moons fall upon your face.
It is then that the sound of Celtic pipes fills the air, swiftly morphing into a thumping techo groove. Tearing aside the curtain, Maeve Kane emerges in all her Irish glory, all red hair and searing green eyes. She is garbed in her traditional ring togs, the green one-piece putting her ample curves on their best display.
MAEVE KANE:
She starts to stride down the aisle, eyes locked on her opponent. Then her pace quickens, and in very short order she goes from a jog to a full-on dash. Diving under the ropes she slides into the ring on her belly and in a blur of motion kips back up to her feet. Nearly as swiftly, Yuko leaps out of the ring between the ropes, with the announcer not far behind her. Sayuko stands her ground, and as Kane lunges at her, the two buxom battlers begin to batter away at one another with forearm smashes. Acknowledging the obvious, the official calls for the bell, and the match officially begins. It's a bone-jarring stalemate at first, but after several long moments, the Irishwoman starts to force her opponent back a step at a time.
Suddenly, Maeve halts her hammering and grasps the Japanese juggernaut's left arm to Irish whip her...but it proves to be a short arm Irish whip, and instead of being launched into the cables, Sayuki is jerked back toward the redhead, where she is met with an elbow smash to her twin Mt. Fuji's. The impact sends the Asian tumbling ass over teakettle to the mat, where she uses her momentum to roll out of the ring in a bid to recoup herself. Rushing over to tend to her wrestler, Ogura screams up at the referee in the ring, "Disqualify her! She cheats!" "How?" the zebra inquires, and the manager is beside herself with flustered ire. "I...I don't know! But she must be!" The ref simply shrugs his shoulders, then begins his count.
And as the count nears its end, and Sayuki feeling suitably recovered, the brunette rolls back into the ring under the ropes...and promptly rolls right back out again, necessitating a fresh count, and annoying Kane to no end. "Get yer slant eyed carcass back in here, ye scranger!" the redhead growls, but Matsumoto says nothing in reply, merely shooting the Irish battler a withering glare. Yuko whispers instructions into the wrestler's ear, and the two of them climb up on the apron and stand on the outside of the ropes. Yuko instantly starts to berate the referee, this time seemingly forgetting that she knows English, and a stream of piercingly toned Japanese is aimed at him. He steps up to the ropes to order Ogura down to the floor and for Sayuki to return to the ring and resume the match, but the two Asians seem uninterested in complying. Finally, unwilling to wait any longer, Maeve shoves the ref aside and turns to grab her adversary by her long black hair, intent on dragging her back in over the ropes.
But instead, Sayuki proves swifter, as her hands grasp behind the head of the startled Kane. Suddenly jumping down from the apron, the Asian grappler yanks her startled foe's head down, and Maeve's throat THWANGS off of the top strand. The impact sends the redhead sailing backward to the canvas, coughing and stunned. Slithering back into the ring, Matsumoto-san rises to her full height of 5'8", and then proceeds to stomp away at the prone Irishwoman belly multiple times, before then pressing the sole of her boot to the hapless Kane's alabaster throat. Returned to the ringside floor, Yuko smiles and sneers at Maeve, "And now, you bakayarō, you'll pay for what you did to my Little Dragon, and for daring to challenge Sayuki!" Maeve can only gurgle in strangled response as her oppressor pushes down on her throat even harder, the traces of a sinister smile on the edges of Matsumoto's lips.
At the growing insistence of the FAWNatics, the ref starts his call for the break and at a familiar ‘FOUR’, Matsumoto-san lifts her boot from Kane’s throat. The redhead chokes in some raspy breaths and uses the cables to pull her way up while Sayuki is escorted to the opposite side of the ring.
Of course that leaves the bite-sized manager skittering, the businesswoman making her way around the ring toward a distracted Maeve. Ogura slides around the last corner to reach the Irishwoman, but Kane has her eyes trained on the little troublemaker.
“Get yer arse over here,” Maeve insists, coughing as she does. Yuko puts it in reverse, holding up both palms.
Having done her job, the distraction by Ogura lets Sayuki burst past the zebra and charge Kane, readying a curvy splash against the ropes for the Riul. But the redhead is ready with an elbow, driving it into the cleft of Sayuki’s bountiful bosom. Rocked, Matsumoto staggers away in a wide arc, slowly making a full revolution only to find Maeve ready with a toe kick on her return, doubling Sayuki over at the waist.
Having repulsed the first invasion by the Invader, Maeve tugs the head of the dipped Sayuki between her ivory thighs and clamps down with a standing head scissors. She reaches to wrap around the golden tummy of the Japanese grappler. But before she can lock her arms and heave Matsumoto into peril, Sayuki encircles Maeve’s legs and lift the startled Riul up and over with a back body drop.
Kane lands heavy on her back and immediately the impact appears to send an electric shock flashing through her frame, Maeve arching in pain. Sayuki turns to gather a handful of auburn locks and pulls the wincing Kane to her feet. Yuko’s Weapon shoves the veteran back a step or two and spins into a snappy kick to the chops.
However, Maeve flashes her hands up not only to block but catch Sayuki’s lower limb around the ankle. Maeve quickly folds Sayuki’s right heel to her hammy and vaults the bigger battler HIGH into the air in front of her. What goes up must come down and Sayuki’s lower leg lands on Kane’s bended knee in a painful Shinbreaker.
SHINBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3bZFSbYBcU
Yuko squeals more shrilly than Matsumoto but Sayuki beats her for volume for once as it’s clear that move’s hit a nerve. Sayuki tries to limp away but Maeve still has possession of the ankle and twists the curvy Asian to the canvas, Matsumoto landing on her ample ass.
Spinning the Japanese fighter to her chest with a wicked screw of her foe’s stem, Maeve mounts the raised limb, reverse straddling the leg and scissoring it. With both hands wrapped tightly, she rotates Sayuki’s ankle joint to degrees it was never designed to go and Matsumoto yelps in pain, the lock forcing Sayuki to pull at her ebony ponytails to spread the pain.
“Yer gonna have a long night, ye scragger. I’ll twist it off, I will. Unless you let me have me title shot I deserve.”
Yuko screams at Matsumoto-san, demanding she not give in to the ginger gaijin and, with sweat beading then beginning to course across large swaths of her golden skin, Matsumoto claws her way to the ropes and swings an elbow around, shouting for a break a split-second after.
A disappointed Kane gives one going-away yank and throws Sayuki’s leg to the deck, her ankle bouncing off the thinly-sheathed plywood. Sayuki howls in agony, pulling the leg close as Yuko gets in the official’s ear. For once, the manager has a legit point and the man scolds Maeve for her illegal activity.
“Did I let go before five or did I?” the redhead asks, shrugging. Not waiting for the answer she adds “Then shut your trap.”
With Sayuki up and limping away to gather some room between them, Maeve shakes her head and races from the Invader’s six. She dives into a chop block to the back of Matsumoto’s right knee and the busty battler is floored by the attack, tumbling to the canvas, again holding her limb close, mewling in pain.
Outside the ring, the action is clearly not what Miss Ogura has in mind. She slaps the canvas with both hands seemingly as angry at Sayuki as anyone.
“Get up,” she demands in English. “GET UP!”
Sayuki makes it to all fours, but now Maeve’s having fun at the Japanese grappler’s expense. She plants a boot into the red swatch of bikini bottom covering Sayuki’s bum and shoves her foe flat to the canvas. Matsumoto spills to her Suns, the orbs flattening beneath her.
With the Invader on her considerable chest, Kane doesn’t hesitate. She snatches up Matsumoto’s aching right leg once more, this time while in a reverse standing straddle of the Invader. With the wounded stem in tow, the former tag champion drops into a crouch and scoots her way toward Sayuki’s head. Increasing the arc of the single-leg Crab with every inch of reversing and lowering, the auburn-haired beauty brings the boot tip of the curvy Asian toward her ear. Expert in the submission arts, Maeve again has Sayuki howling in agony while the crowd chants “TAP…TAP…TAP.”
Sayuki shakes her head wildly, her dual ponytails flopping from side to side. But as Maeve threatens to drop into a bridge over Sayuki’s shoulder , drawing the limb with her, and giving Matsumoto little option but to cede the open road to the Eurasian champion, Yuko can take no more and jumps to the apron.
Worried about the little businesswoman’s chicanery, the official leaves his entreaties for Sayuki to submit and moves to Ogura, demanding she get down. Behind the zebra, Matsumoto’s right palm wavers over the canvas.
But unable to take the high-pitched shrieking of Sayuki’s boss, Kane gives up first, releasing her grip and charging toward the conversation. She shouts at the official who evacuates just in time for Maeve to zoom past and SPLASH the Invasion’s general. Little Yuko is sent flying, the pinstriped Far Eastern fairy is launched all the way to the barricade, her back crashing into the steel. Ogura slides down the metal to a slumped seat, crying in pain.
“Ye never seen a force like a Kane when she’s red hot, have ya?”
Maeve swings her crimson mane over her shoulder and turns back to the slowly ascending Sayuki, the curvy Asian strongly favoring her right leg. She limps as she circles, trying to keep the limb away from the approaching Maeve.
“Let’s see how well you can plant those Suns or Moons when you can’t walk,” Maeve growls.
Kane suddenly rushes toward her opponent, but surprises the Asian by dropping to a slide and going right past her. From behind, up on her knees, the redhead grasps her opponent's ankles and yanks, pulling Suyaki's shapely stems out from under her, and sending her crashing face...and, inevitable, 'suns'...first to the mat. Then, lifting her adversary's right leg, Maeve brings it back down, slamming the already-tender knee into the canvas that thinly pads the plywood beneath. It has become apparent now that the Irish battler's plan is to focus on her rival's leg, hoping to damage it enough to force the Japanese beauty to submit.
To better accomplish that, Kane jumps up and grabs her opponent by her luxurious black hair, hauling her up as well. Matsumoto winces from the throbbing pain to her knee as the redhead roughly shoves her backward, until her spine is pressed up against the turnbuckles of the nearby corner. A kneelift to the lower belly causes Sayuki to gasp, and leaves her stunned enough for the Irish lass to carry out her intent: Kane lifts her adversary's right leg and drapes it over the middle rope, then grabs her ankle and bends it at the knee, uncomfortably wrapping the aching joint around the steel cable. Maeve then tucks Sayuki's right foot behind her own left thigh, causing the Invader to literally entrap herself in a standing figure four on the rope! To ensure that Matsumoto doesn't free herself by simply stepping out from the corner, thereby releasing her trapped leg, Kane keeps her occupied by wrapping her hands around her foe's throat and choking her.
Sayuki gags and gurgles for breath as the referee sharply makes his count, which the redhead complies with somewhere in the neighborhood of four-and-three-quarters. After a pause of perhaps a second, Maeve resumes the strangulation, and the zebra again barks out his count. From ringside, Yuko is howling in protest, demanding that the Irishwoman be disqualified. Again Maeve breaks her hold just shy of five, and the official warns her that there won't be a count if she does this again, he'll DQ her on the spot.
Thus having to shift tactics, a sly smile comes to the redhead's pouty lips. She brings her hands up and, easily locating her hapless rival's nipples through the thin fabric of her halter top, she pinches them and begins twisting! Sayuki shrieks in agonized protest, her lush body paralyzed from the pain, while Ogura very nearly screams herself hoarse as she jumps up on the apron and grabs the arm of the ref, shaking him violently as she screams, "Stop her! Disqualify her!" The zebra indignantly pulls his arm free of the manager's grasp, thoughtfully rubs his chin for a long moment as she assesses the situation, and then recalls that he's working for FAWN. "I'll allow it," he declares, prompting Maeve to gleefully give Sayuki an extra twist, and Yuko to put her hands to her head and bemoan the fate of her embattled Invader.
Unable to watch Matsumoto endure the torture any longer, Ogura risks disqualification by slipping between the ropes and grabbing Kane's scarlet mane, yanking her away from Sayuki. Maeve turns to deal with this nuisance, prompting the manager to release her hold and swiftly scurry out of the ring. Looking at the referee, the Irish grappler growls, "If ye can't keep that scranger out o' this fight, Oi won't be held responsible fer wringin' her scrawny neck...or yers!" Thus admonished, the ref sheepishly raises his hands palms-out and says, "Sorry Maeve, I'll do what I can, but she's slippery."
Turning back to her opponent, Kane starts to take a step forward to resume her assault, but is instantly halted as Sayuki lashes out with her left leg, her boot slamming up forcefully between the redhead's steely thighs. Doubling over with an anguished gasp, Kane is met moments later with the sole of that same boot, this time smashing hard into her face. The blow sends the now glassy-eyed Celt sailing backward to the mat, where she lay softly groaning, staring up at the arena lights as one hands cups her aching womanhood, and the other is places to her sore face. She is finally able to marshal the power to sit up, just as Sayuki limps out of the corner. Sweat glistens across the lush bodies of both battlers as the Asian steps behind her adversary, grabbing her hair as she steps over Kane's shoulders. Wordlessly, she bends down and grabs the Irishwoman's right leg, bending it at the knee as she then grabs Maeve's left and lifts it, locking on a standing figure four stump puller. Kane is snapped from her stupor and wails in pain as Matsumoto pulls harder still on the limb. From ringside, most pleased with this reversal of fortune, Yuko yells, "Break it! Cripple her!"
Matusmoto-san nods obediently, even as she tries to return the favor to Kane and turn one of her legs into a broken ‘stump’. Maeve grabs at her auburn locks, yanking on the follicles to spread the agony. It hardly seems to work as the redhead’s face is awash in anguish. Sayuki grinds a knee into the base of Maeve’s neck to further convince the Irishwoman it is a very good time to surrender. But as she thrusts the left knee into Kane’s vertebrae, her still aching right leg gives way and with a wail she drops to both behind Maeve.
An unhappy Yuko gives her Invader a tongue lashing and Sayuki fights through the considerable aftereffects of Maeve’s battery, pushing her way up. She takes a brief lap to work out the kinks, unsuccessfully from the looks of it, and returns to Kane in time to intercept the rising Riul.
As the pouty-lipped redhead turns, she gets a faceful of Sayuki, the curvy Asian bullying Kane into a backpedal, the former tag champion pressed tight into the ropes before Sayuki transfers her grip to a wrist and sends Maeve for a ride.
It’s not a graceful trek across the canvas, a definite hitch in Kane’s giddy-up, but when she rebounds out of the cables, Maeve moves at a solid clip, at least until she meets Matsumoto, stationed center stage. The Invasion’s powerhouse accepts Kane into her arms, the Japanese grappler dipping and encircling Kane’s ivory thighs. In as fluid a motion as she can manage, Sayuki pivots and drops to her knees, BUSTING Maeve’s spine in the process.
SPINEBUSTER @00:15::
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vX25eihTDN0
The force of the impact sends the veteran bouncing a couple inches off the canvas before settling into a motionless spreadeagle. Sayuki collects her foe’s splayed legs at the ankles and knee-walks forward to matchbook the Irishwoman against the deck, leaning on the lass’ thighs for the...
ONE…
TWO…
... and Maeve slides a shoulder up, keeping the Invader from successfully gatekeeping for the Eurasian champion Ohno.
Little Yuko slaps the mat feverishly with both hands, insistent Sayuki keep the pressure on, even while Matsumoto’s right wheel remains in disrepair. Rising slowly to her feet, Sayuki reaches for the throat of Maeve, surrounding it with both palms. With power a precious few could match, the Asian beauty vaults Kane from horizontal to vertical in the blink of an eye. Sayuki grimaces with the effort but doesn’t falter as a bugeyed Maeve pries uselessly at the Asian’s hands.
With the women face to face and chest to chest, a dazed Kane pushes her way a step back and manages to craaack a backhand chop across Matsumoto’s abundant chest, the Japanese grappler rocked. The crowd lets loose with the requisite ‘WOOOO’. A wobbly Matsumoto is lined for another and Kane responds with another explosive ‘craaaack’ that decks Sayuki, Yuko looking on in disbelief.
“You cannot…you…you cannot,” she stammers.
Maeve bends over and collects a handful of ebony locks and rips Sayuki to her feet.
“I’m fairly sure I can ya wee idiot,” Maeve informs, loading up another and swinging.
But this time she doesn’t find the reddened chest of the Invader, Sayuki ducking under. Maeve pirouettes from the miss and spins into a superkick from Sayuki that snaps into the underside of Kane’s chin. Somehow, the Riul stays upright out of sheer intractability, but Matsumoto looks to take advantage.
She grabs a wrist and aims the redhead at the far corner, appropriately Irish whipping the woman from Galway toward the buckles. The alabaster-skinned lass part flies, part sprints to the corner and turns into a rattling collision with the buckles. Not far behind is a charging Sayuki. Having needed no instruction from her manager, now is a chance to take the rest of the air and the rest of the fight from the Irishwoman.
From a few feet out, Matsumoto launches. Maeve tries to push her way out of the flightpath of the Invader but only serves to get SPLASHED with an even bigger tidal wave full of Suns, getting sandwiched back into the buckles with impact after impact. As Yuko’s weapon bounces away from the avalanche with a devilish grin, a demolished Kane staggers after her, unaware of her surroundings, green eyes glazed.
The redhead unknowingly collides with the back of Sayuki, the busty Asian bodychecked forward a step or two. Her smile disappearing instantly, Sayuki spins into a European Uppercut that snaps the redhead’s noggin back sharply. Matsumoto pushes Maeve to the corner she’d just evacuated, turns Kane and again whips the Irishwoman across the canvas, Maeve again colliding with the buckles.
If one splash is good, two is better and the curvy Asian bounces her way across the canvas to deliver another. Unfortunately for Yuko and her powerhouse, the veteran leans into the ropes behind her, arms on the top cable on either side. Using the brace, she throws both legs in front of her and intercepts the wave before it can become tidal. Instead, Sayuki’s Suns CRASH into the Maeve’s boot soles, Kane flattening the bosom, or more accurately sending the tender tissue mushrooming around the green leather of Maeve’s footwear.
Sent away in a drunken stagger, Sayuki windmills her arms in an effort to remain upright and at mid-ring she regains control of her balance. She immediately spins and races back at a recovering Maeve, determined to bring a tsunami to Maeve’s shores.
This time Kane’s legs go up again, but split, letting Matsumoto race straight into a scissors when Maeve’s ivory stems snap shut around the ears and cheeks of the Asian. Shoving off from her perch, Maeve rides a collapsing Sayuki down to the canvas, landing in a kneel astride her foe, ass to Suns in a Thesz Press. The Irish brawler quickly swabs either jawline of the Invader with rights and lefts.
With the crowd roaring and Yuko trying her best to pull out her hair while shrieking like a banshee, Kane connects, again and again. Having lambasted the gobsmacked Sayuki with a total of ten, Maeve hops to her feet with a shout.
“Who here wants to see me send ye scraggers back across the Pacific?!”
From the sound of the FAWNatics, the polling could be estimated at 99 percent to 1 with a 1 percent margin of error.
Adrenalin pumping, the rowdy redhead bends down and fills her fists with ebony mane, hair-hauling the moaning Asian up to her unsteady feet. Kane then slips one hand between Sayuki's steely thighs, and the other around her shoulder, and with a dip of her knees and a grunt of determination, displays her sheer raw power as she hoists the larger woman up into the air. She holds Matsumoto aloft, slowly turning around to show off her prized trophy for the baying throng. At ringside, hands to the sides of her face, a panicky Yuko chants in a voice on the verge of begging, "No no no no no!"
And then, with a roar of supremacy, Kane SLAMS her rival to the mat, the ring shaking from the impact as Sayuki's battered spine arches upward, leaving her belly a prime target for a boot stomp. The Japanese beauty's cheeks huff and puff as she gulps in air to replace that which was driven out of her, but offers no resistance as next her adversary rolls her over onto her stomach.
Moving swiftly, Maeve wraps Sayuki's ankles around the redhead's shin for an apparent Reverse Figure Four...but then ups the ante by throwing herself to the canvas, transforming the hold into an inversion. Matsumoto's lower body is lifted up, her knees pointed to the rafters, as Kane cranks up the pressure. Agonizingly shocked from her stupor, the Asian gives a lugubrious yowl, her lush body trembling from the anguish. Dropping to a knee alongside her, the ref asks, "Ready to give, Sayuki?" Her response is an almost whimpering, "Iie...iie...iie...iie...!" Apparently not understanding the Japanese word for 'no', he asks again, and she growls a guttural "NO!"
But realizing she can't withstand this torture much longer, the Invader takes the one pathway left open to her: with her left hand, she gouges her fingers into her tormentor's face. Maeve shrieks, breaking her hold as she struggles to get away from Matsumoto's menacing hand. "Harpy!" the Irish lass hisses as she rolls away and gets to her knees. But although she is now free, Sayuki is not yet in any condition to get back up and take control of the fight. "Luckily" for her, Kane is more than willing to help her out.
Once more, the Japanese battler is ripped back up to her stems by a scalp-searing yank of her now-matted hair. With a malicious smile on her face, Maeve turns to look at Yuko, who is nearly apoplectic at ringside, as the redhead balls a fist. The unspoken intent is that the Riuil Kane is about to deliver a good old fashioned Irish thumping.
But instead, it is Sayuki who strikes first. Still stunned, she nonetheless is able to bring her right hand up, her nails slashing across her opponent's eyes. Maeve shrieks and stumbles back a few steps, knuckles rubbing at her stinging eyelids. With a fog-clearing shake of her head, Matsumoto recoups enough to make her own fist, which she delivers to the redhead's chin with a European Uppercut. Kane's head snaps back violently with a spray of perspiration and she staggers back a few more steps. However, she doesn't topple.
Moving in on her rival, Sayuki is suddenly stopped in her tracks by a judo chop to the chest, Kane's palm cracking off of the sweaty skin as the Asian's suns dance like exploding supernovas. The brunette's mouth falls open in shock and pain, but a moment later she returns the blow with a chop of her own, and now it's Kane's turn to have her shamrocks set a-bouncing. Thus unfurls a most FAWN-like exhibition, as the two highly skilled grapplers resort to a duel of chest chops, their halter cups just barely able to contain their battered bounties. The two she-cats gasp and yelp with every painful blow, their flesh turning bright red, but still neither gives ground.
The stalemate comes to a sudden halt as Sayuki, her face a mask of rage, gives a piercing howl and unloads with a half-dozen chops to Maeve, sending the redhead stumbling backward until she's pressed into the corner, her arms slung limply over the top ropes, her breasts finally erupting from her top by the merciless impacts, spilling out to the delight of the audience. Eyes glazed and mouth slackjawed, Kane gasps, "Jayzus...!"
Rather than execute a splash, Sayuki strides almost casually toward her foe, pressing her body against that of Kane, leaning in as the redhead pants for breath. With a smug leer on her face, she sneers, "I make you suffer now."
Matsumoto-san grabs both nipples of the reeling redhead and ‘dials in’ a pair of painful twists, Maeve yelping as Sayuki makes things personal. They don’t get any better for the tag legend when the Asian’s pincers pull outward, drawing each areola into an elongated tip, Kane biting her quivering lower lip between cursing revenge. A swift knee THUMPING high and deep between her thighs brings the chirping threats to an end, Maeve rising to sobbing tiptoes as Sayuki continues to also use Kane’s breasts to torture the Riul.
A delighted Yuko watches without comment, a true rarity, so happy is she with the pain-inducing ingenuity Matsumoto is showing. Pulling her leg from between Maeve’s, the Invader lets a gurgling Kane slump into her. Sayuki turns her pincers to upturned cups then gives Maeve’s bounty a pair of harrowing squeezes.
Kane’s eyes pool as she swallows hard, trying not to show the anguish from her ravaged chest and her throbbing crotch.
Matsumoto pulls one hand free and cups the redhead’s chin, forcing it up so the misty-eyed Kane is face to face with the Asian.
“Are you so strong now?” Matsumoto asks.
Sayuki shoots her hands behind the neck of her foe and lays out, ripping Maeve off her feet and bringing the Irishwoman down with her. But while Sayuki’s back slaps against the canvas, the tucked knees of the Japanese grappler THRUST into the aching, bared bosom of Kane with a Chest Stabber. Maeve’s body whiplashes away from the violent impact, Kane flopping to her back. The mauled breasts heave until they’re covered by a swaddling arm of the Riul.
Sayuki climbs to her feet and turns toward her manager. A beaming Ogura remains silent, instead motioning to the plundered redhead. Matsumoto-san bows and strides toward the flattened Kane. She grabs a wrist and tugs Kane’s arm away from covering her naked chest, using the limb to pull the wincing Maeve to her feet.
Opening her arms, Sayuki prepares to swallow Kane in a bearhug. But as Maeve rises, her free right arm brings a European Uppercut, snapping the Invader’s head back in violent fashion. Matsumoto staggers, losing her grip on the opposite wrist.
With the FAWNatics roaring, Kane lands another and another, the curvy Asian wobbling in front of the redhead. Yuko, having found her voice, shrieks at Sayuki to rally. But instead Maeve continues her comeback, wrapping an arm around the back of Sayuki’s neck and pulling the Invader in for a CLOSE LOOK.
“Ye scragger,” Maeve grunts. “When the Suns come out in Ireland, they love to say hello!”
Kane stuffs Sayuki’s face into her bared bosom, snaking her arms around Matsumoto’s noggin in a front sleeper. Sayuki flails wildly, her screams muffled by the redhead’s pulchritude. Maeve turns her eyes to Yuko and gives a wink as Matsumoto continues to breathlessly try and free herself. The shoves against Maeve’s shoulders grow weaker as the pitch in Yuko’s voice goes higher, her alarm growing.
“She’s…she’s…cheating,” Ogura squeals. “Make her cover up.”
Maeve smirks at the panicky Yuko.
“Get your champion ready. I’m coming for my shotAHHHHH”
Kane’s face twists in agony as her lack of attention to Matsumoto lets the fading powerhouse get a frantic, well-placed knee back into her foe’s privates. Maeve gasps and coughs as she wheels away, hands dropping to her aching undercarriage. Meanwhile, a greasy-faced Sayuki sputters, dropping to one knee as she draws in deep breaths.
A demanding Ogura wails at her ‘Weapon’ and Sayuki pushes to her feet, walking after the retreating Kane. Catching her at a corner, Matsumoto gathers up a couple handfuls of auburn locks and SLAMS Maeve’s face into the top buckle. On Yuko’s mandate, she repeats the process another half-dozen times before turning the dazed, topless Kane toward the middle of the ring.
Matsumoto Irish whips the Riul to the opposite corner, Maeve jouncing across the canvas and spinning into a nasty collision, spine to buckles. A split-second behind, Sayuki lands like a tsunami atop the body of the redhead, burying the tag legend before bouncing off and letting Kane stagger drunkenly toward center stage.
Sayuki quickly follows, dipping an arm between Kane’s legs from behind. Maeve hasn’t time to counter when Matsumoto launches her high, placing the Irishwoman across her shoulders, upturned, in a Torture Rack. Marching around the ring, each stomp against the canvas sending a shockwave through Kane’s displaced vertebrae, Sayuki shows off Maeve’s bounty for all to see. Arms coiled around her foe’s thighs and neck, Sayuki revels in the complete control of the mewling Maeve. And when the Invader drops to her knees, the jarring impact to Kane’s spinal column draws groans not only from the broken redhead but from the crowd.
But Yuko’s powerhouse isn’t done. Somehow, after a fierce battle, Matsumoto has the strength to rise back to vertical with Maeve still strapped across her shoulders. She doesn’t stay there long however, as she lays out, dropping Kane Samoan-style and obliterating what’s left of Maeve’s backbone with a ring-rattling impact.
Sayuki rises to a seated position in front of the splayed, whimpering Kane, Maeve reaching weakly for the small of her back.
Matsumoto-san turns to her manager, Yuko drawing her right thumb across her throat. Sayuki nods.
The sweat-soaked, curvy Asian spins to the weakened Irishwoman, not mounting her in a straddle, but coming toward Maeve’s features from above. Sayuki slips free of her top as she drops to her knees, the Double-Ds breaking free of their confinement and immediately teardropping toward Kane’s face as the Asian leans forward. Watching the two Mount Fuji’s approaching, a pain and panic-racked Kane tries to escape the Suns, but the hulking weapons lower to meet her rising face. Matsumoto leans her mass behind her Setting Suns, moving to horizontal above her foe, her arms wrapping snake-like behind Kane’s noggin.
Securing her grip and forcing Maeve’s nose and lips into her massive cleavage, Sayuki prepares for the fruitless flailing that accompanies her victim’s struggles to regain their sight and breath. But the broken back of Kane leaves her unable to even buck weakly. Instead, her muffled pleas and a few pitiable twitches of her arms are the only response.
The crowd boos without much fervor as the sight is captivating, Sayuki turning her head to rest a cheek on Maeve’s bare, upturned bosom, the teats like pillows. Meanwhile Kane’s face is immersed in Sayuki’s Setting Suns, unable to fight her way free, succumbing after a dozen seconds under the satiny veil.
When Maeve’s arms fall to her sides, the official moves to lift and drop the deadened limbs three times, but at the second drop of the arm, Sayuki peels her mounds off the glistening face of the snoozing redhead, a line of spittle reaching from Maeve’s lower lip to Matsumoto’s chest.
The smirking Invader swings her topless frame up and over the demolished Maeve, landing in a reverse facesit of the Irishwoman, snuggling her cheeks so her crack accepts what her cleavage had moments before.
“I say you see the Suns AND Moons,” Yuko giggles from the sidelines.
Sayuki doesn’t bother with the ankle lock that sometimes accompanies the Moons, instead enjoying the sheer dominance over a FAWN legend. This was more than gatekeeping for Reiko. This was a statement all her own.
The entranced official realizes Maeve’s arms are available once more and lifts the deadweight...
ONCE...
TWICE...
AND THRICE.
The limbs fall limply to the canvas, the man waving wildly after the third, calling for the bell.
With the CLANG, Yuko proceeds up the steps and waits at the ropes for Sayuki to rise off the defeated gaijin and open the cables wide for her general. Once there, Yuko slides through with Matsumoto’s help and steps to Maeve’s body, planting a foot on the bare bosom of the battered and beaten Kane.
“This pathetic creature proved unworthy of a match with my Reiko, as will all with my Sayuki blocking the path.”
The crowd jeers Ogura and FAWN’s inability to force a title match out of Ohno, both the roster and management.
Yuko slams her foot into Maeve’s breadbasket sending the redhead into a choking fit of semiconsciousness. The Invaders stare down at Kane threateningly, but apparently they’ve made their point for tonight. Sayuki collects her top and glues it back in place then leads the way for the businesswoman, the Invasion having claimed another victim in their recent resurgence.
Undeterred by the unadulterated hate, FAWN’s tiniest, most shrill and arguably most successful manager, Yuko Ogura, appears and the masses threaten to tear the roof off. Ogura looks over the FAWNatics with her familiar sneering disdain. The crowd grouse under the thrall of the tiny, bitchy businesswoman once more.
As Yuko motions for the fans to bow in subservience, a Rising Sun flag supplants the FAWN logo on the FAWNtron, red sunbeams flowing out of the matching disc behind them. Ogura turns to greet the power of her organization, Matsumoto-san, the original and perhaps most dangerous Invader of all time appears, the volume of the hatred only increasing.
Sayuki joins her leader and bows to her boss. Yuko nods in response and points toward the ring. As they make their way toward the squared circle, Ogura shrieks over the cantankerous crowd, demanding they show her weapon the proper reverence.
The curvy Asian is garbed for battle in her familiar blood red bikini, the scant cloth 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 dark hair is coiffed into two long pigtails.
Next to her, Ogura leaves many in the crowd buzzing at her cheeky ensemble. Above is a top that appears white satin in front, black-n-white stripes from side to back. Below is the familiar gun metal gray with pinstripes but only in very daring proportions, the tiny ring of cloth held in place with a pair of jaunty suspenders. On her abbreviated but delectable stems are whalenet stockings leading to black business pumps and atop her long chestnut-colored locks is a black fedora.
YUKO OGURA:
SAYUKI MATSUMOTO:
Reaching the ring steps, Sayuki leads her boss up, Yuko directly behind, a protective hand on her charge’s right hip. She waits for Sayuki to open the top and middle ropes wide, allowing Ogura to step through. Matusumoto-san joins her with a swing of her hips as Yuko doffs her fedora and plucks a microphone from inside. The crowd seems less than pleased with the prospect of a monologue from the leader of the Invaders and makes Yuko aware. She waits for something approaching silence.
“As you know or should know,” Yuko says, “my ninja, Reiko Ohno continues to hold the Eurasian championship.”
The crowd lets loose with another loud set of boos.
“And has not defended that title in this country for some time.”
Yuko raises her volume to reach over the FAWNatics.
“AND SHE WILL NOT…until someone proves themselves worthy of having that honor. A ginger gaijin is trying to claim that honor.”
A roar of approval stirs and only grows louder when Yuko adds, “And she somehow beat my Little Dragon Seah Sin to move closer to that goal.”
Ogura turns from the audience to the nearest lens.
“There is one problem with your plan Miss Kane. My Sayuki is the real blocker of the road. You beat her. You will get your title shot.”
The crowd explodes with excitement.
“BUT…you will NOT beat her. In fact, I have directed my Sayuki to provide you the Suns and Moons as a manner of discouraging further futile attempts. So I ask you to come…join us…and have the Suns and Moons fall upon your face.
It is then that the sound of Celtic pipes fills the air, swiftly morphing into a thumping techo groove. Tearing aside the curtain, Maeve Kane emerges in all her Irish glory, all red hair and searing green eyes. She is garbed in her traditional ring togs, the green one-piece putting her ample curves on their best display.
MAEVE KANE:
She starts to stride down the aisle, eyes locked on her opponent. Then her pace quickens, and in very short order she goes from a jog to a full-on dash. Diving under the ropes she slides into the ring on her belly and in a blur of motion kips back up to her feet. Nearly as swiftly, Yuko leaps out of the ring between the ropes, with the announcer not far behind her. Sayuko stands her ground, and as Kane lunges at her, the two buxom battlers begin to batter away at one another with forearm smashes. Acknowledging the obvious, the official calls for the bell, and the match officially begins. It's a bone-jarring stalemate at first, but after several long moments, the Irishwoman starts to force her opponent back a step at a time.
Suddenly, Maeve halts her hammering and grasps the Japanese juggernaut's left arm to Irish whip her...but it proves to be a short arm Irish whip, and instead of being launched into the cables, Sayuki is jerked back toward the redhead, where she is met with an elbow smash to her twin Mt. Fuji's. The impact sends the Asian tumbling ass over teakettle to the mat, where she uses her momentum to roll out of the ring in a bid to recoup herself. Rushing over to tend to her wrestler, Ogura screams up at the referee in the ring, "Disqualify her! She cheats!" "How?" the zebra inquires, and the manager is beside herself with flustered ire. "I...I don't know! But she must be!" The ref simply shrugs his shoulders, then begins his count.
And as the count nears its end, and Sayuki feeling suitably recovered, the brunette rolls back into the ring under the ropes...and promptly rolls right back out again, necessitating a fresh count, and annoying Kane to no end. "Get yer slant eyed carcass back in here, ye scranger!" the redhead growls, but Matsumoto says nothing in reply, merely shooting the Irish battler a withering glare. Yuko whispers instructions into the wrestler's ear, and the two of them climb up on the apron and stand on the outside of the ropes. Yuko instantly starts to berate the referee, this time seemingly forgetting that she knows English, and a stream of piercingly toned Japanese is aimed at him. He steps up to the ropes to order Ogura down to the floor and for Sayuki to return to the ring and resume the match, but the two Asians seem uninterested in complying. Finally, unwilling to wait any longer, Maeve shoves the ref aside and turns to grab her adversary by her long black hair, intent on dragging her back in over the ropes.
But instead, Sayuki proves swifter, as her hands grasp behind the head of the startled Kane. Suddenly jumping down from the apron, the Asian grappler yanks her startled foe's head down, and Maeve's throat THWANGS off of the top strand. The impact sends the redhead sailing backward to the canvas, coughing and stunned. Slithering back into the ring, Matsumoto-san rises to her full height of 5'8", and then proceeds to stomp away at the prone Irishwoman belly multiple times, before then pressing the sole of her boot to the hapless Kane's alabaster throat. Returned to the ringside floor, Yuko smiles and sneers at Maeve, "And now, you bakayarō, you'll pay for what you did to my Little Dragon, and for daring to challenge Sayuki!" Maeve can only gurgle in strangled response as her oppressor pushes down on her throat even harder, the traces of a sinister smile on the edges of Matsumoto's lips.
At the growing insistence of the FAWNatics, the ref starts his call for the break and at a familiar ‘FOUR’, Matsumoto-san lifts her boot from Kane’s throat. The redhead chokes in some raspy breaths and uses the cables to pull her way up while Sayuki is escorted to the opposite side of the ring.
Of course that leaves the bite-sized manager skittering, the businesswoman making her way around the ring toward a distracted Maeve. Ogura slides around the last corner to reach the Irishwoman, but Kane has her eyes trained on the little troublemaker.
“Get yer arse over here,” Maeve insists, coughing as she does. Yuko puts it in reverse, holding up both palms.
Having done her job, the distraction by Ogura lets Sayuki burst past the zebra and charge Kane, readying a curvy splash against the ropes for the Riul. But the redhead is ready with an elbow, driving it into the cleft of Sayuki’s bountiful bosom. Rocked, Matsumoto staggers away in a wide arc, slowly making a full revolution only to find Maeve ready with a toe kick on her return, doubling Sayuki over at the waist.
Having repulsed the first invasion by the Invader, Maeve tugs the head of the dipped Sayuki between her ivory thighs and clamps down with a standing head scissors. She reaches to wrap around the golden tummy of the Japanese grappler. But before she can lock her arms and heave Matsumoto into peril, Sayuki encircles Maeve’s legs and lift the startled Riul up and over with a back body drop.
Kane lands heavy on her back and immediately the impact appears to send an electric shock flashing through her frame, Maeve arching in pain. Sayuki turns to gather a handful of auburn locks and pulls the wincing Kane to her feet. Yuko’s Weapon shoves the veteran back a step or two and spins into a snappy kick to the chops.
However, Maeve flashes her hands up not only to block but catch Sayuki’s lower limb around the ankle. Maeve quickly folds Sayuki’s right heel to her hammy and vaults the bigger battler HIGH into the air in front of her. What goes up must come down and Sayuki’s lower leg lands on Kane’s bended knee in a painful Shinbreaker.
SHINBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3bZFSbYBcU
Yuko squeals more shrilly than Matsumoto but Sayuki beats her for volume for once as it’s clear that move’s hit a nerve. Sayuki tries to limp away but Maeve still has possession of the ankle and twists the curvy Asian to the canvas, Matsumoto landing on her ample ass.
Spinning the Japanese fighter to her chest with a wicked screw of her foe’s stem, Maeve mounts the raised limb, reverse straddling the leg and scissoring it. With both hands wrapped tightly, she rotates Sayuki’s ankle joint to degrees it was never designed to go and Matsumoto yelps in pain, the lock forcing Sayuki to pull at her ebony ponytails to spread the pain.
“Yer gonna have a long night, ye scragger. I’ll twist it off, I will. Unless you let me have me title shot I deserve.”
Yuko screams at Matsumoto-san, demanding she not give in to the ginger gaijin and, with sweat beading then beginning to course across large swaths of her golden skin, Matsumoto claws her way to the ropes and swings an elbow around, shouting for a break a split-second after.
A disappointed Kane gives one going-away yank and throws Sayuki’s leg to the deck, her ankle bouncing off the thinly-sheathed plywood. Sayuki howls in agony, pulling the leg close as Yuko gets in the official’s ear. For once, the manager has a legit point and the man scolds Maeve for her illegal activity.
“Did I let go before five or did I?” the redhead asks, shrugging. Not waiting for the answer she adds “Then shut your trap.”
With Sayuki up and limping away to gather some room between them, Maeve shakes her head and races from the Invader’s six. She dives into a chop block to the back of Matsumoto’s right knee and the busty battler is floored by the attack, tumbling to the canvas, again holding her limb close, mewling in pain.
Outside the ring, the action is clearly not what Miss Ogura has in mind. She slaps the canvas with both hands seemingly as angry at Sayuki as anyone.
“Get up,” she demands in English. “GET UP!”
Sayuki makes it to all fours, but now Maeve’s having fun at the Japanese grappler’s expense. She plants a boot into the red swatch of bikini bottom covering Sayuki’s bum and shoves her foe flat to the canvas. Matsumoto spills to her Suns, the orbs flattening beneath her.
With the Invader on her considerable chest, Kane doesn’t hesitate. She snatches up Matsumoto’s aching right leg once more, this time while in a reverse standing straddle of the Invader. With the wounded stem in tow, the former tag champion drops into a crouch and scoots her way toward Sayuki’s head. Increasing the arc of the single-leg Crab with every inch of reversing and lowering, the auburn-haired beauty brings the boot tip of the curvy Asian toward her ear. Expert in the submission arts, Maeve again has Sayuki howling in agony while the crowd chants “TAP…TAP…TAP.”
Sayuki shakes her head wildly, her dual ponytails flopping from side to side. But as Maeve threatens to drop into a bridge over Sayuki’s shoulder , drawing the limb with her, and giving Matsumoto little option but to cede the open road to the Eurasian champion, Yuko can take no more and jumps to the apron.
Worried about the little businesswoman’s chicanery, the official leaves his entreaties for Sayuki to submit and moves to Ogura, demanding she get down. Behind the zebra, Matsumoto’s right palm wavers over the canvas.
But unable to take the high-pitched shrieking of Sayuki’s boss, Kane gives up first, releasing her grip and charging toward the conversation. She shouts at the official who evacuates just in time for Maeve to zoom past and SPLASH the Invasion’s general. Little Yuko is sent flying, the pinstriped Far Eastern fairy is launched all the way to the barricade, her back crashing into the steel. Ogura slides down the metal to a slumped seat, crying in pain.
“Ye never seen a force like a Kane when she’s red hot, have ya?”
Maeve swings her crimson mane over her shoulder and turns back to the slowly ascending Sayuki, the curvy Asian strongly favoring her right leg. She limps as she circles, trying to keep the limb away from the approaching Maeve.
“Let’s see how well you can plant those Suns or Moons when you can’t walk,” Maeve growls.
Kane suddenly rushes toward her opponent, but surprises the Asian by dropping to a slide and going right past her. From behind, up on her knees, the redhead grasps her opponent's ankles and yanks, pulling Suyaki's shapely stems out from under her, and sending her crashing face...and, inevitable, 'suns'...first to the mat. Then, lifting her adversary's right leg, Maeve brings it back down, slamming the already-tender knee into the canvas that thinly pads the plywood beneath. It has become apparent now that the Irish battler's plan is to focus on her rival's leg, hoping to damage it enough to force the Japanese beauty to submit.
To better accomplish that, Kane jumps up and grabs her opponent by her luxurious black hair, hauling her up as well. Matsumoto winces from the throbbing pain to her knee as the redhead roughly shoves her backward, until her spine is pressed up against the turnbuckles of the nearby corner. A kneelift to the lower belly causes Sayuki to gasp, and leaves her stunned enough for the Irish lass to carry out her intent: Kane lifts her adversary's right leg and drapes it over the middle rope, then grabs her ankle and bends it at the knee, uncomfortably wrapping the aching joint around the steel cable. Maeve then tucks Sayuki's right foot behind her own left thigh, causing the Invader to literally entrap herself in a standing figure four on the rope! To ensure that Matsumoto doesn't free herself by simply stepping out from the corner, thereby releasing her trapped leg, Kane keeps her occupied by wrapping her hands around her foe's throat and choking her.
Sayuki gags and gurgles for breath as the referee sharply makes his count, which the redhead complies with somewhere in the neighborhood of four-and-three-quarters. After a pause of perhaps a second, Maeve resumes the strangulation, and the zebra again barks out his count. From ringside, Yuko is howling in protest, demanding that the Irishwoman be disqualified. Again Maeve breaks her hold just shy of five, and the official warns her that there won't be a count if she does this again, he'll DQ her on the spot.
Thus having to shift tactics, a sly smile comes to the redhead's pouty lips. She brings her hands up and, easily locating her hapless rival's nipples through the thin fabric of her halter top, she pinches them and begins twisting! Sayuki shrieks in agonized protest, her lush body paralyzed from the pain, while Ogura very nearly screams herself hoarse as she jumps up on the apron and grabs the arm of the ref, shaking him violently as she screams, "Stop her! Disqualify her!" The zebra indignantly pulls his arm free of the manager's grasp, thoughtfully rubs his chin for a long moment as she assesses the situation, and then recalls that he's working for FAWN. "I'll allow it," he declares, prompting Maeve to gleefully give Sayuki an extra twist, and Yuko to put her hands to her head and bemoan the fate of her embattled Invader.
Unable to watch Matsumoto endure the torture any longer, Ogura risks disqualification by slipping between the ropes and grabbing Kane's scarlet mane, yanking her away from Sayuki. Maeve turns to deal with this nuisance, prompting the manager to release her hold and swiftly scurry out of the ring. Looking at the referee, the Irish grappler growls, "If ye can't keep that scranger out o' this fight, Oi won't be held responsible fer wringin' her scrawny neck...or yers!" Thus admonished, the ref sheepishly raises his hands palms-out and says, "Sorry Maeve, I'll do what I can, but she's slippery."
Turning back to her opponent, Kane starts to take a step forward to resume her assault, but is instantly halted as Sayuki lashes out with her left leg, her boot slamming up forcefully between the redhead's steely thighs. Doubling over with an anguished gasp, Kane is met moments later with the sole of that same boot, this time smashing hard into her face. The blow sends the now glassy-eyed Celt sailing backward to the mat, where she lay softly groaning, staring up at the arena lights as one hands cups her aching womanhood, and the other is places to her sore face. She is finally able to marshal the power to sit up, just as Sayuki limps out of the corner. Sweat glistens across the lush bodies of both battlers as the Asian steps behind her adversary, grabbing her hair as she steps over Kane's shoulders. Wordlessly, she bends down and grabs the Irishwoman's right leg, bending it at the knee as she then grabs Maeve's left and lifts it, locking on a standing figure four stump puller. Kane is snapped from her stupor and wails in pain as Matsumoto pulls harder still on the limb. From ringside, most pleased with this reversal of fortune, Yuko yells, "Break it! Cripple her!"
Matusmoto-san nods obediently, even as she tries to return the favor to Kane and turn one of her legs into a broken ‘stump’. Maeve grabs at her auburn locks, yanking on the follicles to spread the agony. It hardly seems to work as the redhead’s face is awash in anguish. Sayuki grinds a knee into the base of Maeve’s neck to further convince the Irishwoman it is a very good time to surrender. But as she thrusts the left knee into Kane’s vertebrae, her still aching right leg gives way and with a wail she drops to both behind Maeve.
An unhappy Yuko gives her Invader a tongue lashing and Sayuki fights through the considerable aftereffects of Maeve’s battery, pushing her way up. She takes a brief lap to work out the kinks, unsuccessfully from the looks of it, and returns to Kane in time to intercept the rising Riul.
As the pouty-lipped redhead turns, she gets a faceful of Sayuki, the curvy Asian bullying Kane into a backpedal, the former tag champion pressed tight into the ropes before Sayuki transfers her grip to a wrist and sends Maeve for a ride.
It’s not a graceful trek across the canvas, a definite hitch in Kane’s giddy-up, but when she rebounds out of the cables, Maeve moves at a solid clip, at least until she meets Matsumoto, stationed center stage. The Invasion’s powerhouse accepts Kane into her arms, the Japanese grappler dipping and encircling Kane’s ivory thighs. In as fluid a motion as she can manage, Sayuki pivots and drops to her knees, BUSTING Maeve’s spine in the process.
SPINEBUSTER @00:15::
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vX25eihTDN0
The force of the impact sends the veteran bouncing a couple inches off the canvas before settling into a motionless spreadeagle. Sayuki collects her foe’s splayed legs at the ankles and knee-walks forward to matchbook the Irishwoman against the deck, leaning on the lass’ thighs for the...
ONE…
TWO…
... and Maeve slides a shoulder up, keeping the Invader from successfully gatekeeping for the Eurasian champion Ohno.
Little Yuko slaps the mat feverishly with both hands, insistent Sayuki keep the pressure on, even while Matsumoto’s right wheel remains in disrepair. Rising slowly to her feet, Sayuki reaches for the throat of Maeve, surrounding it with both palms. With power a precious few could match, the Asian beauty vaults Kane from horizontal to vertical in the blink of an eye. Sayuki grimaces with the effort but doesn’t falter as a bugeyed Maeve pries uselessly at the Asian’s hands.
With the women face to face and chest to chest, a dazed Kane pushes her way a step back and manages to craaack a backhand chop across Matsumoto’s abundant chest, the Japanese grappler rocked. The crowd lets loose with the requisite ‘WOOOO’. A wobbly Matsumoto is lined for another and Kane responds with another explosive ‘craaaack’ that decks Sayuki, Yuko looking on in disbelief.
“You cannot…you…you cannot,” she stammers.
Maeve bends over and collects a handful of ebony locks and rips Sayuki to her feet.
“I’m fairly sure I can ya wee idiot,” Maeve informs, loading up another and swinging.
But this time she doesn’t find the reddened chest of the Invader, Sayuki ducking under. Maeve pirouettes from the miss and spins into a superkick from Sayuki that snaps into the underside of Kane’s chin. Somehow, the Riul stays upright out of sheer intractability, but Matsumoto looks to take advantage.
She grabs a wrist and aims the redhead at the far corner, appropriately Irish whipping the woman from Galway toward the buckles. The alabaster-skinned lass part flies, part sprints to the corner and turns into a rattling collision with the buckles. Not far behind is a charging Sayuki. Having needed no instruction from her manager, now is a chance to take the rest of the air and the rest of the fight from the Irishwoman.
From a few feet out, Matsumoto launches. Maeve tries to push her way out of the flightpath of the Invader but only serves to get SPLASHED with an even bigger tidal wave full of Suns, getting sandwiched back into the buckles with impact after impact. As Yuko’s weapon bounces away from the avalanche with a devilish grin, a demolished Kane staggers after her, unaware of her surroundings, green eyes glazed.
The redhead unknowingly collides with the back of Sayuki, the busty Asian bodychecked forward a step or two. Her smile disappearing instantly, Sayuki spins into a European Uppercut that snaps the redhead’s noggin back sharply. Matsumoto pushes Maeve to the corner she’d just evacuated, turns Kane and again whips the Irishwoman across the canvas, Maeve again colliding with the buckles.
If one splash is good, two is better and the curvy Asian bounces her way across the canvas to deliver another. Unfortunately for Yuko and her powerhouse, the veteran leans into the ropes behind her, arms on the top cable on either side. Using the brace, she throws both legs in front of her and intercepts the wave before it can become tidal. Instead, Sayuki’s Suns CRASH into the Maeve’s boot soles, Kane flattening the bosom, or more accurately sending the tender tissue mushrooming around the green leather of Maeve’s footwear.
Sent away in a drunken stagger, Sayuki windmills her arms in an effort to remain upright and at mid-ring she regains control of her balance. She immediately spins and races back at a recovering Maeve, determined to bring a tsunami to Maeve’s shores.
This time Kane’s legs go up again, but split, letting Matsumoto race straight into a scissors when Maeve’s ivory stems snap shut around the ears and cheeks of the Asian. Shoving off from her perch, Maeve rides a collapsing Sayuki down to the canvas, landing in a kneel astride her foe, ass to Suns in a Thesz Press. The Irish brawler quickly swabs either jawline of the Invader with rights and lefts.
With the crowd roaring and Yuko trying her best to pull out her hair while shrieking like a banshee, Kane connects, again and again. Having lambasted the gobsmacked Sayuki with a total of ten, Maeve hops to her feet with a shout.
“Who here wants to see me send ye scraggers back across the Pacific?!”
From the sound of the FAWNatics, the polling could be estimated at 99 percent to 1 with a 1 percent margin of error.
Adrenalin pumping, the rowdy redhead bends down and fills her fists with ebony mane, hair-hauling the moaning Asian up to her unsteady feet. Kane then slips one hand between Sayuki's steely thighs, and the other around her shoulder, and with a dip of her knees and a grunt of determination, displays her sheer raw power as she hoists the larger woman up into the air. She holds Matsumoto aloft, slowly turning around to show off her prized trophy for the baying throng. At ringside, hands to the sides of her face, a panicky Yuko chants in a voice on the verge of begging, "No no no no no!"
And then, with a roar of supremacy, Kane SLAMS her rival to the mat, the ring shaking from the impact as Sayuki's battered spine arches upward, leaving her belly a prime target for a boot stomp. The Japanese beauty's cheeks huff and puff as she gulps in air to replace that which was driven out of her, but offers no resistance as next her adversary rolls her over onto her stomach.
Moving swiftly, Maeve wraps Sayuki's ankles around the redhead's shin for an apparent Reverse Figure Four...but then ups the ante by throwing herself to the canvas, transforming the hold into an inversion. Matsumoto's lower body is lifted up, her knees pointed to the rafters, as Kane cranks up the pressure. Agonizingly shocked from her stupor, the Asian gives a lugubrious yowl, her lush body trembling from the anguish. Dropping to a knee alongside her, the ref asks, "Ready to give, Sayuki?" Her response is an almost whimpering, "Iie...iie...iie...iie...!" Apparently not understanding the Japanese word for 'no', he asks again, and she growls a guttural "NO!"
But realizing she can't withstand this torture much longer, the Invader takes the one pathway left open to her: with her left hand, she gouges her fingers into her tormentor's face. Maeve shrieks, breaking her hold as she struggles to get away from Matsumoto's menacing hand. "Harpy!" the Irish lass hisses as she rolls away and gets to her knees. But although she is now free, Sayuki is not yet in any condition to get back up and take control of the fight. "Luckily" for her, Kane is more than willing to help her out.
Once more, the Japanese battler is ripped back up to her stems by a scalp-searing yank of her now-matted hair. With a malicious smile on her face, Maeve turns to look at Yuko, who is nearly apoplectic at ringside, as the redhead balls a fist. The unspoken intent is that the Riuil Kane is about to deliver a good old fashioned Irish thumping.
But instead, it is Sayuki who strikes first. Still stunned, she nonetheless is able to bring her right hand up, her nails slashing across her opponent's eyes. Maeve shrieks and stumbles back a few steps, knuckles rubbing at her stinging eyelids. With a fog-clearing shake of her head, Matsumoto recoups enough to make her own fist, which she delivers to the redhead's chin with a European Uppercut. Kane's head snaps back violently with a spray of perspiration and she staggers back a few more steps. However, she doesn't topple.
Moving in on her rival, Sayuki is suddenly stopped in her tracks by a judo chop to the chest, Kane's palm cracking off of the sweaty skin as the Asian's suns dance like exploding supernovas. The brunette's mouth falls open in shock and pain, but a moment later she returns the blow with a chop of her own, and now it's Kane's turn to have her shamrocks set a-bouncing. Thus unfurls a most FAWN-like exhibition, as the two highly skilled grapplers resort to a duel of chest chops, their halter cups just barely able to contain their battered bounties. The two she-cats gasp and yelp with every painful blow, their flesh turning bright red, but still neither gives ground.
The stalemate comes to a sudden halt as Sayuki, her face a mask of rage, gives a piercing howl and unloads with a half-dozen chops to Maeve, sending the redhead stumbling backward until she's pressed into the corner, her arms slung limply over the top ropes, her breasts finally erupting from her top by the merciless impacts, spilling out to the delight of the audience. Eyes glazed and mouth slackjawed, Kane gasps, "Jayzus...!"
Rather than execute a splash, Sayuki strides almost casually toward her foe, pressing her body against that of Kane, leaning in as the redhead pants for breath. With a smug leer on her face, she sneers, "I make you suffer now."
Matsumoto-san grabs both nipples of the reeling redhead and ‘dials in’ a pair of painful twists, Maeve yelping as Sayuki makes things personal. They don’t get any better for the tag legend when the Asian’s pincers pull outward, drawing each areola into an elongated tip, Kane biting her quivering lower lip between cursing revenge. A swift knee THUMPING high and deep between her thighs brings the chirping threats to an end, Maeve rising to sobbing tiptoes as Sayuki continues to also use Kane’s breasts to torture the Riul.
A delighted Yuko watches without comment, a true rarity, so happy is she with the pain-inducing ingenuity Matsumoto is showing. Pulling her leg from between Maeve’s, the Invader lets a gurgling Kane slump into her. Sayuki turns her pincers to upturned cups then gives Maeve’s bounty a pair of harrowing squeezes.
Kane’s eyes pool as she swallows hard, trying not to show the anguish from her ravaged chest and her throbbing crotch.
Matsumoto pulls one hand free and cups the redhead’s chin, forcing it up so the misty-eyed Kane is face to face with the Asian.
“Are you so strong now?” Matsumoto asks.
Sayuki shoots her hands behind the neck of her foe and lays out, ripping Maeve off her feet and bringing the Irishwoman down with her. But while Sayuki’s back slaps against the canvas, the tucked knees of the Japanese grappler THRUST into the aching, bared bosom of Kane with a Chest Stabber. Maeve’s body whiplashes away from the violent impact, Kane flopping to her back. The mauled breasts heave until they’re covered by a swaddling arm of the Riul.
Sayuki climbs to her feet and turns toward her manager. A beaming Ogura remains silent, instead motioning to the plundered redhead. Matsumoto-san bows and strides toward the flattened Kane. She grabs a wrist and tugs Kane’s arm away from covering her naked chest, using the limb to pull the wincing Maeve to her feet.
Opening her arms, Sayuki prepares to swallow Kane in a bearhug. But as Maeve rises, her free right arm brings a European Uppercut, snapping the Invader’s head back in violent fashion. Matsumoto staggers, losing her grip on the opposite wrist.
With the FAWNatics roaring, Kane lands another and another, the curvy Asian wobbling in front of the redhead. Yuko, having found her voice, shrieks at Sayuki to rally. But instead Maeve continues her comeback, wrapping an arm around the back of Sayuki’s neck and pulling the Invader in for a CLOSE LOOK.
“Ye scragger,” Maeve grunts. “When the Suns come out in Ireland, they love to say hello!”
Kane stuffs Sayuki’s face into her bared bosom, snaking her arms around Matsumoto’s noggin in a front sleeper. Sayuki flails wildly, her screams muffled by the redhead’s pulchritude. Maeve turns her eyes to Yuko and gives a wink as Matsumoto continues to breathlessly try and free herself. The shoves against Maeve’s shoulders grow weaker as the pitch in Yuko’s voice goes higher, her alarm growing.
“She’s…she’s…cheating,” Ogura squeals. “Make her cover up.”
Maeve smirks at the panicky Yuko.
“Get your champion ready. I’m coming for my shotAHHHHH”
Kane’s face twists in agony as her lack of attention to Matsumoto lets the fading powerhouse get a frantic, well-placed knee back into her foe’s privates. Maeve gasps and coughs as she wheels away, hands dropping to her aching undercarriage. Meanwhile, a greasy-faced Sayuki sputters, dropping to one knee as she draws in deep breaths.
A demanding Ogura wails at her ‘Weapon’ and Sayuki pushes to her feet, walking after the retreating Kane. Catching her at a corner, Matsumoto gathers up a couple handfuls of auburn locks and SLAMS Maeve’s face into the top buckle. On Yuko’s mandate, she repeats the process another half-dozen times before turning the dazed, topless Kane toward the middle of the ring.
Matsumoto Irish whips the Riul to the opposite corner, Maeve jouncing across the canvas and spinning into a nasty collision, spine to buckles. A split-second behind, Sayuki lands like a tsunami atop the body of the redhead, burying the tag legend before bouncing off and letting Kane stagger drunkenly toward center stage.
Sayuki quickly follows, dipping an arm between Kane’s legs from behind. Maeve hasn’t time to counter when Matsumoto launches her high, placing the Irishwoman across her shoulders, upturned, in a Torture Rack. Marching around the ring, each stomp against the canvas sending a shockwave through Kane’s displaced vertebrae, Sayuki shows off Maeve’s bounty for all to see. Arms coiled around her foe’s thighs and neck, Sayuki revels in the complete control of the mewling Maeve. And when the Invader drops to her knees, the jarring impact to Kane’s spinal column draws groans not only from the broken redhead but from the crowd.
But Yuko’s powerhouse isn’t done. Somehow, after a fierce battle, Matsumoto has the strength to rise back to vertical with Maeve still strapped across her shoulders. She doesn’t stay there long however, as she lays out, dropping Kane Samoan-style and obliterating what’s left of Maeve’s backbone with a ring-rattling impact.
Sayuki rises to a seated position in front of the splayed, whimpering Kane, Maeve reaching weakly for the small of her back.
Matsumoto-san turns to her manager, Yuko drawing her right thumb across her throat. Sayuki nods.
The sweat-soaked, curvy Asian spins to the weakened Irishwoman, not mounting her in a straddle, but coming toward Maeve’s features from above. Sayuki slips free of her top as she drops to her knees, the Double-Ds breaking free of their confinement and immediately teardropping toward Kane’s face as the Asian leans forward. Watching the two Mount Fuji’s approaching, a pain and panic-racked Kane tries to escape the Suns, but the hulking weapons lower to meet her rising face. Matsumoto leans her mass behind her Setting Suns, moving to horizontal above her foe, her arms wrapping snake-like behind Kane’s noggin.
Securing her grip and forcing Maeve’s nose and lips into her massive cleavage, Sayuki prepares for the fruitless flailing that accompanies her victim’s struggles to regain their sight and breath. But the broken back of Kane leaves her unable to even buck weakly. Instead, her muffled pleas and a few pitiable twitches of her arms are the only response.
The crowd boos without much fervor as the sight is captivating, Sayuki turning her head to rest a cheek on Maeve’s bare, upturned bosom, the teats like pillows. Meanwhile Kane’s face is immersed in Sayuki’s Setting Suns, unable to fight her way free, succumbing after a dozen seconds under the satiny veil.
When Maeve’s arms fall to her sides, the official moves to lift and drop the deadened limbs three times, but at the second drop of the arm, Sayuki peels her mounds off the glistening face of the snoozing redhead, a line of spittle reaching from Maeve’s lower lip to Matsumoto’s chest.
The smirking Invader swings her topless frame up and over the demolished Maeve, landing in a reverse facesit of the Irishwoman, snuggling her cheeks so her crack accepts what her cleavage had moments before.
“I say you see the Suns AND Moons,” Yuko giggles from the sidelines.
Sayuki doesn’t bother with the ankle lock that sometimes accompanies the Moons, instead enjoying the sheer dominance over a FAWN legend. This was more than gatekeeping for Reiko. This was a statement all her own.
The entranced official realizes Maeve’s arms are available once more and lifts the deadweight...
ONCE...
TWICE...
AND THRICE.
The limbs fall limply to the canvas, the man waving wildly after the third, calling for the bell.
With the CLANG, Yuko proceeds up the steps and waits at the ropes for Sayuki to rise off the defeated gaijin and open the cables wide for her general. Once there, Yuko slides through with Matsumoto’s help and steps to Maeve’s body, planting a foot on the bare bosom of the battered and beaten Kane.
“This pathetic creature proved unworthy of a match with my Reiko, as will all with my Sayuki blocking the path.”
The crowd jeers Ogura and FAWN’s inability to force a title match out of Ohno, both the roster and management.
Yuko slams her foot into Maeve’s breadbasket sending the redhead into a choking fit of semiconsciousness. The Invaders stare down at Kane threateningly, but apparently they’ve made their point for tonight. Sayuki collects her top and glues it back in place then leads the way for the businesswoman, the Invasion having claimed another victim in their recent resurgence.