Post by walkindude on Dec 14, 2017 23:16:54 GMT
“This isn’t fair! She cheated! I deserve a rematch!”
Justine Adams, long-suffering talent scout for FAWN sat back in her chair, unfazed by Lady Lydia Lethbridge’s characteristic belligerence. “Miss Lethbridge,” she begins, her tone stern, communicating that she was not in the mood to put up with any crap tonight, “you went out and issued an open challenge, which we saw as an opportunity to test Miss Akiyama’s mettle. When she came out, you practically laughed in her face. She kicked your ass, and you weren’t prepared for it. Only in your deranged, privileged head is that “cheating.””
Lydia slammed her fists onto the desk separating the two of them, leaning over to get as close to her de facto boss as she could. She was already in her usual ring gear of a red corset that left her considerable assets dangling, just shy of indecent, when she leaned over.
“I. Want. A. Rematch.”
“Lydia, Kanako Akiyama is a FAWN-contracted wrestler. Bethany Christian is under no obligation to you or anybody else here to lend us any of her talent, except by her good graces.” Lydia smolders at this, as she wasn’t used to not getting her way. “However,” Justine continued, ignoring Lydia’s growing anger, “you’re in luck. Or not, depending on your perspective.” This eased Lydia’s expression, and she raised an eyebrow, prompting her to continue. “Upon hearing of your demand for a rematch, Miss Akiyama insisted on answering your challenge. Something about her “bushido” and not backing down.”
This seemed to mollify the British Blueblood, “So I have my rematch?” Justine nodded in the affirmative. “When?”
“You’re starting the show tonight. Matter of fact, Kanako should be on the way to the ring now, so you’d better get your ass down to gorilla right now. If you hold up my show, even for a minute, I’ll bust you down the developmental chain so far that you’ll be longing for the deserts of New Mexico, much less the chill of Bangor.” Lydia nodded, noting the deadly serious tone in her voice and hightailed it out of her office.
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“Or first match is scheduled for one fall!”
As soon as the ring announcer finishes his sentence, the lights go out. After a very pregnant pause, an air raid siren fills the arena, causing the Jungle faithful to explode in cheers. They had assumed that Kanako Akiyama’s last appearance in Bangor, where she trounced Lydia Lethbridge in less than two minutes, had been a one-off, so they were excited to see the Modern Day Ronin return.
A pair of red searchlights scan the arena, halting at the stage, where Kanako Akiyama stands, pulling her fingerless gloves on. The siren dies down and the lights go up as Manowar’s “Warriors of the World” begins:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaXzcTrY0Vg
“Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California...She stands five foot two, and weighs in at one hundred ten pounds...She is the Modern Day Ronin...This is KANAKO AKIYAMA!!”
Kanako grins and struts her way down the ramp, wearing the same midriff-baring black halter top and cutoff denim shorts that she did in her first encounter with Lydia Lethbridge. Unlike her first appearance, when she stalked to ringside with a laser-like focus on her opponent, this time she is smiling and exchanging high fives with fans at ringside. She slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and hops up onto the second turnbuckle in one of the corners, throwing her arms up and letting out a wordless shout to fire up the crowd.
All that comes to a halt, however, when her music is cut off and “Devil’s Dance” by Metallica begins, signalling the arrival of her opponent:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUxJNJA4dDI
“And her opponent, from London, England...She stands five foot two, and weighs in tonight at one hundred seventeen pounds...This is Her Ladyship LYDIA LETHBRIDGE!!”
In a bit of a role-reversal from their first encounter, Lydia is marching down to the ring, staring daggers at her opponent, while Kanako is looking excited and confident. She steps through the ropes and looks to make a beeline for the Tokyo Tiger before being restrained by the referee and being led to a neutral corner by the same.
“Think you can give me a good fight when my back’s not turned, you coward?!” Lydia shouts across the ring as the ref checks her gear.
“As I recall, it was I that turned you around in the first place,” Kanako retorts, referring to the slap Kanako gave her that spun her around, “If you weren’t ready to fight, you shouldn’t have put your hands on me.”
Lydia fumes as the ref backs up to the center of the ring. She wasn’t about to let a little thing like reality get in the way of her indignation. The bell sounds and Kanako’s expression changes immediately. Her eyes narrow as she cracks her knuckles and her neck, Bruce Lee-style, and the bright smile vanishes from her lips, replaced with the stoic expression of a fighter prepared to do battle. The two women circle each other, hands raised - Lydia’s hands open in a grappler’s stance, while Kanako’s are closed, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. It’s Lydia that breaks the stalemate, lunging for Kanako, eager to get her payback. Too eager, it seems, as Kanako easily dodges the clumsy grapple and taps the left side of her foe’s face with the back of her left hand, just hard enough to turn Lydia’s face aside.
Kanako takes a couple steps back as Lydia snaps her head back to face forward. She glares at the Japanese fighter, rubbing her cheek and expecting to see a mocking grin from her. She is unperturbed, however, to not find one there, but rather the same steely expression on her face as before. Whereas Kanako came on like a whirlwind in their first encounter, here it seems she is being more thoughtful, watching her opponent and learning. Her Ladyship growls and reaches out for her rival, intending to give her a similar backhanded bitchslap. Instead, Kanako parries the blow and, grabbing her by the wrist and shoulder, flips the Brit onto her back in a judo-type throw. She quickly follows it up with an axe kick, aimed for the center of Lydia’s chest. Luckily, she still had the presence of mind to roll out of the way, as Kanako’s heel meets canvas with a resounding “THUD!” that suggests the blow could very well have caved Lydia’s chest in, had it connected.
Lydia scrambles to her feet, keeping her eyes on her opponent, her look of defiance briefly replaced by one of worry, recognizing Kanako’s apparent striking prowess. The Modern Day Ronin does not give her time to think any further than that, though, as she backs her into the nearest corner with a series of alternating knife-edge and overhand chops that quickly raise welts across her sizable chest, the crowd joining in with a Flair-esque “WOO!” with each slap of hand to flesh. Once in the corner, Kanako follows up with a series of precision strikes to the face, hitting Lydia with her forearm just below the point of her elbow.
THREE! FOUR!
The referee’s count finally finds its way to Kanako’s ears and she backs off, and backs up to the opposite corner, leaving Lydia to cradle her abused face and check for blood. Seeing her prey slump down to a seated position, Kanako needs no further prompting, breaking into a dash, delivering a devastating double knee strike to the head:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fognG-Hy8A
Lydia slowly falls over to the side, quite possibly knocked out from the relentless onslaught. Kanako quickly makes a cover, hooking the leg
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!
Lydia springs to life, jerking her shoulder up just as the referee slapped the mat for the second time. Kanako wastes no time in continuing her assault, pulling the British Blueblood up by the hair and sending her into the opposite corner with an Irish Whip. We’ll never know what she had planned, though, because just as Kanako starts her run to meet up with her foe again, Lydia pulls the referee in front of her. She manages to pull up just short of hitting the zebra, when her legs are taken out from under her, as Lydia drags her to the apron from outside the ring. Once there, she slams Kanako’s knee against the edge of the ring apron, eliciting a scream of pain from the Japanese warrior. A second time, a third, a fourth - each met with a similar scream. It’s only the referee’s count reaching eight that stays Lydia’s hand, and she then slides back into the ring to prevent an inadvertent countout loss. She gets to her feet, a smug smile slowly crossing her lips as she sees the woman who embarrassed her rolling on the mat, clutching her knee.
“Now we’ll see if you can take it as well as you dish it out, you little twat!” Lydia spits out before going to work. She methodically, systematically stomps the former actress’ knee, her midsection, her head, her knee again. Kanako grits her teeth and tries, in vain, to push Lydia away. Satisfied she’s softened her opponent up sufficiently, she grabs her injured leg, wraps her own legs around it and drops to the mat in a simple leg grapevine. She foregoes twisting Kanako’s ankle in favor of planting her hands just below her kneecap and pulling back, attempting to wrench her knee into dislocation. Kanako screams and yells out in agony as she claws her way towards the ropes, desperately reaching for them.
“Kanako, what do you say? Do you wanna give up?” the referee asks, to which Kanako answers with an emphatic, deep-throated, “NOOOO!!”
Lady Lydia just laughs at her foe’s torment, “Oh, I could do this all day. Hearing you scream is music to my ears, my dear.” Unfortunately for her, the music ends as Kanako gets a hand across the bottom rope, forcing her to break the hold, but not before a four and seven-eighths count by the referee, earning her a sharp rebuke from the same when she gets to her feet. Lydia simply rolls her eyes and moves in for her next bit of torture.
Kanako has just barely gotten to her feet, the ring ropes holding her up as Lydia closes in on her once more. “Payback time, bitch!” she growls as she rips her halter top off, exposing her chest. The crowd moans in both sympathy and disappointment that Kanako has worn a sports bra underneath. But embarrassment due to stripping isn’t Lydia’s motive, instead leaving her chest open to the same abuse Kanako visited on her earlier. She tries to hush the crowd to no avail, which simply gets a shrug from Her Ladyship. The overhand chop that comes immediately after the shrug can still be heard clearly over the jeers of the crowd as Kanako yelps in pain. This time, much to Lydia’s annoyance, the crowd is not playing along, refusing to “WOO!” for each of her chops. A knife-edge chop nearly takes Kanako off her feet, were it not for the ropes keeping her up. Another knife-edge, another yelp. A double overhand chop that purposely misses her chest, opting to slap the soft flesh just south, ripping a pained howl from Kanako’s lips, causes the ref to finally step in.
“Get her out of the ropes, Lethbridge, I mean it! And lay off the tits! Do it again, and I’ll disqualify you!”
Her Ladyship simply huffs and drags the Tokyo Tiger to the nearest corner by her hair, and continues to work her over. A couple stomps to Kanako’s injured knee, followed by a trio of gut punches. After stepping back a couple steps to break the ref’s five-count, she wades back in, her hands transformed into talons. She brings those talons to bear on Kanako’s face, raking them across her eyes, but not before holding them there for painful moments, digging her nails into the surrounding flesh. Her attack draws several small trickles of blood down her face, but despite her screams of agony, her face remained a mask of exhausted defiance. Lydia audibly scoffs at her opponent and carelessly casts her down to the mat.
Lydia then grabs Kanako’s bad wheel and drags her to the center of the ring. She then straddles the leg, spinning around it a hundred eighty degrees clockwise. She then grabs Kanako’s other leg and spins back around clockwise to face her. The fans, knowing what’s coming, can’t help but respond with the same Flair-esque “WOO!” cheers as before with Kanako’s chops. Lydia then falls backward to the mat, having completed the dreaded figure-four leglock:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWYWBoELjwE
Kanako screams and flails, her hands clutching her head. She tries to sit up to avoid risking an accidental pinfall from lying back on the mat, but Lydia is ready for that. When she sits up, Lydia grabs Kanako by the hair to keep her from moving and levels her with three brutally stiff bitchslaps, the third splitting her lip and drawing blood.
“It’s just like I said,” Lydia taunts her, “all hype. I knew you couldn’t stand a chance against me without getting the drop on me, you filthy peasant.”
“Do you give up, Kanako? Yes or no?” The ref calls to her. Kanako grits her teeth and screams out a much less defiant “N-nuh-NOOOOOOO!! AAAAAAAAGGGH!!”
“Just give up, dear, and save yourself needless misery.” Lydia continues to taunt. “There’s no shame in losing to someone like me. Don’t worry, they need people like you to work the opening matches, warm up the crowd. Meanwhile, I’ll be working the top of the card and winning titles. But it’ll be a nice little career you’ll carve out for yourself. One of the gatekeepers of FAWN, yes? H-hey! Wait!! What are yo-AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”
In the midst of Lydia’s little tirade, Kanako had slowly managed to get herself into a position to turn the both of them over, reversing the pressure of the hold and transferring the pain to Lydia! Now it was her turn to scream and flail and desperately reach for the ropes. With one last roar of determination, Lydia does indeed reach the ropes, forcing the break. After disentangling their legs, with a bit of help from the referee, the two women slowly struggle to get to their feet.
“Little brat,” Lydia growls as she takes a step towards her foe, “how dare you! I’m Lady Lydia Lethbridge, do you hear me?! I’M LYDIA LET-” Lydia is once again cut off by Kanako, this time nearly taking her head off with a wicked Buzzsaw Kick:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwPeG5HA30g
Kanako picks her up by the hair, “I told you once before, bitch...You talk too much!” She then hurls Lydia across the ring, into the opposite corner, and immediately follows her in with a jumping knee strike, followed by a running bulldog out of the corner:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xMkDSIObME
Knowing that this isn’t enough to put Her Ladyship away, the Modern Day Ronin ascends to the top rope, and drops a leg on her with a picture perfect Tumbleweed:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3rBDQaTSyc
She stays with her leg draped across Lydia’s massive bosom as she hooks a leg for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-NOOOO!!!
Lydia just barely gets the shoulder up in time, but doesn’t shake Kanako from her current position. She looks down at her opponent and grips her jaw.
“I’ve Run You Through once already, so doing it again would be boring. I think I’ll spare you the humiliation of tapping out to a “filthy peasant”. You’re welcome.” With that she got up and stepped back, tightening the glove on her right hand and waiting for the British Blueblood to get to her feet. Once she gets there, she’s not there for long, as Kanako winds up and levels her prey with the Uraken spinning back fist:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_MjHqsYwFI
She would’ve crumpled to the mat, had the Tokyo Tiger not caught her on the backswing, putting her in a reverse headlock. She then grabs the waistband of her trunks and lifts her up to a vertical position, before dropping her on her head in an inverted brainbuster she calls the Dragon Driver:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mLc7s86JMw
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Kanako sits back on her haunches as the bell rings, exhausted and bloodied, and she hears the ring announcer’s call:
“Ladies and gentlemen...Your winner, via pinfall...The Modern Day Ronin...KANAKO AKIYAMA!!”
The audience explodes in applause as the referee helps Kanako to her feet, after having checked on Lydia to make sure she’s still conscious. Kanako stands over her vanquished foe, hands on her knees, taking in gulps of air. Lydia sneers at her, expecting a post-match attack. She blinks, then, when the Modern Day Ronin offers her her hand.
“What’s this?” she growls.
“Good match.” Kanako says through gritted teeth. “I look forward to seeing you in FAWN.” Lydia looks at her incredulously, expecting some sort of trick. After she’s satisfied that Kanako is serious, after long moments, she smacks her hand away and offers her own in the form of yet another slap across Kanako’s face. Kanako, oddly enough, smiles and licks her lips. “I’m gonna let you have that one, Lethbridge.” Kanako says, her voice low and dangerous, “But if we meet again, I promise you, I’m gonna even that ledger.” She then turns away from her to leave the ring and receive her well-earned accolades from the crowd as the ref helps Lydia to the back.
Justine Adams, long-suffering talent scout for FAWN sat back in her chair, unfazed by Lady Lydia Lethbridge’s characteristic belligerence. “Miss Lethbridge,” she begins, her tone stern, communicating that she was not in the mood to put up with any crap tonight, “you went out and issued an open challenge, which we saw as an opportunity to test Miss Akiyama’s mettle. When she came out, you practically laughed in her face. She kicked your ass, and you weren’t prepared for it. Only in your deranged, privileged head is that “cheating.””
Lydia slammed her fists onto the desk separating the two of them, leaning over to get as close to her de facto boss as she could. She was already in her usual ring gear of a red corset that left her considerable assets dangling, just shy of indecent, when she leaned over.
“I. Want. A. Rematch.”
“Lydia, Kanako Akiyama is a FAWN-contracted wrestler. Bethany Christian is under no obligation to you or anybody else here to lend us any of her talent, except by her good graces.” Lydia smolders at this, as she wasn’t used to not getting her way. “However,” Justine continued, ignoring Lydia’s growing anger, “you’re in luck. Or not, depending on your perspective.” This eased Lydia’s expression, and she raised an eyebrow, prompting her to continue. “Upon hearing of your demand for a rematch, Miss Akiyama insisted on answering your challenge. Something about her “bushido” and not backing down.”
This seemed to mollify the British Blueblood, “So I have my rematch?” Justine nodded in the affirmative. “When?”
“You’re starting the show tonight. Matter of fact, Kanako should be on the way to the ring now, so you’d better get your ass down to gorilla right now. If you hold up my show, even for a minute, I’ll bust you down the developmental chain so far that you’ll be longing for the deserts of New Mexico, much less the chill of Bangor.” Lydia nodded, noting the deadly serious tone in her voice and hightailed it out of her office.
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“Or first match is scheduled for one fall!”
As soon as the ring announcer finishes his sentence, the lights go out. After a very pregnant pause, an air raid siren fills the arena, causing the Jungle faithful to explode in cheers. They had assumed that Kanako Akiyama’s last appearance in Bangor, where she trounced Lydia Lethbridge in less than two minutes, had been a one-off, so they were excited to see the Modern Day Ronin return.
A pair of red searchlights scan the arena, halting at the stage, where Kanako Akiyama stands, pulling her fingerless gloves on. The siren dies down and the lights go up as Manowar’s “Warriors of the World” begins:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaXzcTrY0Vg
“Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California...She stands five foot two, and weighs in at one hundred ten pounds...She is the Modern Day Ronin...This is KANAKO AKIYAMA!!”
Kanako grins and struts her way down the ramp, wearing the same midriff-baring black halter top and cutoff denim shorts that she did in her first encounter with Lydia Lethbridge. Unlike her first appearance, when she stalked to ringside with a laser-like focus on her opponent, this time she is smiling and exchanging high fives with fans at ringside. She slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and hops up onto the second turnbuckle in one of the corners, throwing her arms up and letting out a wordless shout to fire up the crowd.
All that comes to a halt, however, when her music is cut off and “Devil’s Dance” by Metallica begins, signalling the arrival of her opponent:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUxJNJA4dDI
“And her opponent, from London, England...She stands five foot two, and weighs in tonight at one hundred seventeen pounds...This is Her Ladyship LYDIA LETHBRIDGE!!”
In a bit of a role-reversal from their first encounter, Lydia is marching down to the ring, staring daggers at her opponent, while Kanako is looking excited and confident. She steps through the ropes and looks to make a beeline for the Tokyo Tiger before being restrained by the referee and being led to a neutral corner by the same.
“Think you can give me a good fight when my back’s not turned, you coward?!” Lydia shouts across the ring as the ref checks her gear.
“As I recall, it was I that turned you around in the first place,” Kanako retorts, referring to the slap Kanako gave her that spun her around, “If you weren’t ready to fight, you shouldn’t have put your hands on me.”
Lydia fumes as the ref backs up to the center of the ring. She wasn’t about to let a little thing like reality get in the way of her indignation. The bell sounds and Kanako’s expression changes immediately. Her eyes narrow as she cracks her knuckles and her neck, Bruce Lee-style, and the bright smile vanishes from her lips, replaced with the stoic expression of a fighter prepared to do battle. The two women circle each other, hands raised - Lydia’s hands open in a grappler’s stance, while Kanako’s are closed, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. It’s Lydia that breaks the stalemate, lunging for Kanako, eager to get her payback. Too eager, it seems, as Kanako easily dodges the clumsy grapple and taps the left side of her foe’s face with the back of her left hand, just hard enough to turn Lydia’s face aside.
Kanako takes a couple steps back as Lydia snaps her head back to face forward. She glares at the Japanese fighter, rubbing her cheek and expecting to see a mocking grin from her. She is unperturbed, however, to not find one there, but rather the same steely expression on her face as before. Whereas Kanako came on like a whirlwind in their first encounter, here it seems she is being more thoughtful, watching her opponent and learning. Her Ladyship growls and reaches out for her rival, intending to give her a similar backhanded bitchslap. Instead, Kanako parries the blow and, grabbing her by the wrist and shoulder, flips the Brit onto her back in a judo-type throw. She quickly follows it up with an axe kick, aimed for the center of Lydia’s chest. Luckily, she still had the presence of mind to roll out of the way, as Kanako’s heel meets canvas with a resounding “THUD!” that suggests the blow could very well have caved Lydia’s chest in, had it connected.
Lydia scrambles to her feet, keeping her eyes on her opponent, her look of defiance briefly replaced by one of worry, recognizing Kanako’s apparent striking prowess. The Modern Day Ronin does not give her time to think any further than that, though, as she backs her into the nearest corner with a series of alternating knife-edge and overhand chops that quickly raise welts across her sizable chest, the crowd joining in with a Flair-esque “WOO!” with each slap of hand to flesh. Once in the corner, Kanako follows up with a series of precision strikes to the face, hitting Lydia with her forearm just below the point of her elbow.
THREE! FOUR!
The referee’s count finally finds its way to Kanako’s ears and she backs off, and backs up to the opposite corner, leaving Lydia to cradle her abused face and check for blood. Seeing her prey slump down to a seated position, Kanako needs no further prompting, breaking into a dash, delivering a devastating double knee strike to the head:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fognG-Hy8A
Lydia slowly falls over to the side, quite possibly knocked out from the relentless onslaught. Kanako quickly makes a cover, hooking the leg
ONE!
TWO!
NO!!
Lydia springs to life, jerking her shoulder up just as the referee slapped the mat for the second time. Kanako wastes no time in continuing her assault, pulling the British Blueblood up by the hair and sending her into the opposite corner with an Irish Whip. We’ll never know what she had planned, though, because just as Kanako starts her run to meet up with her foe again, Lydia pulls the referee in front of her. She manages to pull up just short of hitting the zebra, when her legs are taken out from under her, as Lydia drags her to the apron from outside the ring. Once there, she slams Kanako’s knee against the edge of the ring apron, eliciting a scream of pain from the Japanese warrior. A second time, a third, a fourth - each met with a similar scream. It’s only the referee’s count reaching eight that stays Lydia’s hand, and she then slides back into the ring to prevent an inadvertent countout loss. She gets to her feet, a smug smile slowly crossing her lips as she sees the woman who embarrassed her rolling on the mat, clutching her knee.
“Now we’ll see if you can take it as well as you dish it out, you little twat!” Lydia spits out before going to work. She methodically, systematically stomps the former actress’ knee, her midsection, her head, her knee again. Kanako grits her teeth and tries, in vain, to push Lydia away. Satisfied she’s softened her opponent up sufficiently, she grabs her injured leg, wraps her own legs around it and drops to the mat in a simple leg grapevine. She foregoes twisting Kanako’s ankle in favor of planting her hands just below her kneecap and pulling back, attempting to wrench her knee into dislocation. Kanako screams and yells out in agony as she claws her way towards the ropes, desperately reaching for them.
“Kanako, what do you say? Do you wanna give up?” the referee asks, to which Kanako answers with an emphatic, deep-throated, “NOOOO!!”
Lady Lydia just laughs at her foe’s torment, “Oh, I could do this all day. Hearing you scream is music to my ears, my dear.” Unfortunately for her, the music ends as Kanako gets a hand across the bottom rope, forcing her to break the hold, but not before a four and seven-eighths count by the referee, earning her a sharp rebuke from the same when she gets to her feet. Lydia simply rolls her eyes and moves in for her next bit of torture.
Kanako has just barely gotten to her feet, the ring ropes holding her up as Lydia closes in on her once more. “Payback time, bitch!” she growls as she rips her halter top off, exposing her chest. The crowd moans in both sympathy and disappointment that Kanako has worn a sports bra underneath. But embarrassment due to stripping isn’t Lydia’s motive, instead leaving her chest open to the same abuse Kanako visited on her earlier. She tries to hush the crowd to no avail, which simply gets a shrug from Her Ladyship. The overhand chop that comes immediately after the shrug can still be heard clearly over the jeers of the crowd as Kanako yelps in pain. This time, much to Lydia’s annoyance, the crowd is not playing along, refusing to “WOO!” for each of her chops. A knife-edge chop nearly takes Kanako off her feet, were it not for the ropes keeping her up. Another knife-edge, another yelp. A double overhand chop that purposely misses her chest, opting to slap the soft flesh just south, ripping a pained howl from Kanako’s lips, causes the ref to finally step in.
“Get her out of the ropes, Lethbridge, I mean it! And lay off the tits! Do it again, and I’ll disqualify you!”
Her Ladyship simply huffs and drags the Tokyo Tiger to the nearest corner by her hair, and continues to work her over. A couple stomps to Kanako’s injured knee, followed by a trio of gut punches. After stepping back a couple steps to break the ref’s five-count, she wades back in, her hands transformed into talons. She brings those talons to bear on Kanako’s face, raking them across her eyes, but not before holding them there for painful moments, digging her nails into the surrounding flesh. Her attack draws several small trickles of blood down her face, but despite her screams of agony, her face remained a mask of exhausted defiance. Lydia audibly scoffs at her opponent and carelessly casts her down to the mat.
Lydia then grabs Kanako’s bad wheel and drags her to the center of the ring. She then straddles the leg, spinning around it a hundred eighty degrees clockwise. She then grabs Kanako’s other leg and spins back around clockwise to face her. The fans, knowing what’s coming, can’t help but respond with the same Flair-esque “WOO!” cheers as before with Kanako’s chops. Lydia then falls backward to the mat, having completed the dreaded figure-four leglock:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWYWBoELjwE
Kanako screams and flails, her hands clutching her head. She tries to sit up to avoid risking an accidental pinfall from lying back on the mat, but Lydia is ready for that. When she sits up, Lydia grabs Kanako by the hair to keep her from moving and levels her with three brutally stiff bitchslaps, the third splitting her lip and drawing blood.
“It’s just like I said,” Lydia taunts her, “all hype. I knew you couldn’t stand a chance against me without getting the drop on me, you filthy peasant.”
“Do you give up, Kanako? Yes or no?” The ref calls to her. Kanako grits her teeth and screams out a much less defiant “N-nuh-NOOOOOOO!! AAAAAAAAGGGH!!”
“Just give up, dear, and save yourself needless misery.” Lydia continues to taunt. “There’s no shame in losing to someone like me. Don’t worry, they need people like you to work the opening matches, warm up the crowd. Meanwhile, I’ll be working the top of the card and winning titles. But it’ll be a nice little career you’ll carve out for yourself. One of the gatekeepers of FAWN, yes? H-hey! Wait!! What are yo-AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”
In the midst of Lydia’s little tirade, Kanako had slowly managed to get herself into a position to turn the both of them over, reversing the pressure of the hold and transferring the pain to Lydia! Now it was her turn to scream and flail and desperately reach for the ropes. With one last roar of determination, Lydia does indeed reach the ropes, forcing the break. After disentangling their legs, with a bit of help from the referee, the two women slowly struggle to get to their feet.
“Little brat,” Lydia growls as she takes a step towards her foe, “how dare you! I’m Lady Lydia Lethbridge, do you hear me?! I’M LYDIA LET-” Lydia is once again cut off by Kanako, this time nearly taking her head off with a wicked Buzzsaw Kick:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwPeG5HA30g
Kanako picks her up by the hair, “I told you once before, bitch...You talk too much!” She then hurls Lydia across the ring, into the opposite corner, and immediately follows her in with a jumping knee strike, followed by a running bulldog out of the corner:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xMkDSIObME
Knowing that this isn’t enough to put Her Ladyship away, the Modern Day Ronin ascends to the top rope, and drops a leg on her with a picture perfect Tumbleweed:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3rBDQaTSyc
She stays with her leg draped across Lydia’s massive bosom as she hooks a leg for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-NOOOO!!!
Lydia just barely gets the shoulder up in time, but doesn’t shake Kanako from her current position. She looks down at her opponent and grips her jaw.
“I’ve Run You Through once already, so doing it again would be boring. I think I’ll spare you the humiliation of tapping out to a “filthy peasant”. You’re welcome.” With that she got up and stepped back, tightening the glove on her right hand and waiting for the British Blueblood to get to her feet. Once she gets there, she’s not there for long, as Kanako winds up and levels her prey with the Uraken spinning back fist:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_MjHqsYwFI
She would’ve crumpled to the mat, had the Tokyo Tiger not caught her on the backswing, putting her in a reverse headlock. She then grabs the waistband of her trunks and lifts her up to a vertical position, before dropping her on her head in an inverted brainbuster she calls the Dragon Driver:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mLc7s86JMw
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Kanako sits back on her haunches as the bell rings, exhausted and bloodied, and she hears the ring announcer’s call:
“Ladies and gentlemen...Your winner, via pinfall...The Modern Day Ronin...KANAKO AKIYAMA!!”
The audience explodes in applause as the referee helps Kanako to her feet, after having checked on Lydia to make sure she’s still conscious. Kanako stands over her vanquished foe, hands on her knees, taking in gulps of air. Lydia sneers at her, expecting a post-match attack. She blinks, then, when the Modern Day Ronin offers her her hand.
“What’s this?” she growls.
“Good match.” Kanako says through gritted teeth. “I look forward to seeing you in FAWN.” Lydia looks at her incredulously, expecting some sort of trick. After she’s satisfied that Kanako is serious, after long moments, she smacks her hand away and offers her own in the form of yet another slap across Kanako’s face. Kanako, oddly enough, smiles and licks her lips. “I’m gonna let you have that one, Lethbridge.” Kanako says, her voice low and dangerous, “But if we meet again, I promise you, I’m gonna even that ledger.” She then turns away from her to leave the ring and receive her well-earned accolades from the crowd as the ref helps Lydia to the back.