Post by dsb on Jul 15, 2018 23:57:32 GMT
The bell rings as the ring announcer brings the microphone to his lips, “The following match, is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit...and it is a grudge match!”
The crowd cheers its approval as the lights go out. A familiar air raid siren fills FAWN Arena as the fans explode with applause and a pair of red searchlights scan over the crowd. As usual, the searchlights stop at the top of the stage, but as the sirens fade into Manowar’s “Warriors of the World”, the stage is unusually empty.
WARRIORS OF THE WORLD: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dll329ggLIY
Suddenly, Kanako Akiyama emerges from the entranceway. She doesn’t stop at the top of the ramp to put her gloves on and soak in the cheers like she normally does, instead stomping her way to the ring, ignoring the fans, her face already a mask of anger.
“Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California...She stands five feet two inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred twelve pounds...She is the Modern Day Ronin, this is KANAKO AKIYAMA!!”
KANAKO AKIYAMA
For this match, Kanako is wearing a red and black tankini top that shows just a hint of her rock hard six-pack abs along with a pair of black mesh leggings. Her signature black fingerless gloves and red wrestling shoes complete the outfit. Last month’s attack by Lady Lydia Lethbridge left her requiring thirteen stitches to close the gash in the top of her head left by the British Blueblood’s steel chair. Those stitches had just recently been removed, but the scar left by it was plainly visible. As she enters the ring through the bottom and middle ropes, she makes no play to the crowd, only backing into a corner, staring daggers at the entranceway, awaiting the arrival of her opponent.
Merle approaches Kanako cautiously, moving in to check her gear. “Hey,” he says to her as he pats her down, knowing that he’ll find nothing, but going through the motions anyway, “I know you two hate each other, but can you maybe try and keep this to a wrestling match?” he entreats as he finishes his inspection.
“Sorry,” Kanako answers, never taking her eyes off the entranceway, “I don’t make promises I can’t keep. She declared war when she attacked me, Merle. I have no intention of backing down.” Knowing that’s the best he’s going to get from her, Merle nods and moves back to the center of the ring as Kanako’s music dies down.
I want it all
I want it all
I want it all
And I want it NOW
I WANT IT ALL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWIvvEJ0--s
FAWN Arena explodes in a flash of blinding white light as the first chord of Queen’s “I Want it All” is struck. As Brian May’s opening solo plays, Lady Lydia Lethbridge struts out onto the stage, arms raised in a demonstrative “V”.
“And her opponent...from London, England...She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred seventeen pounds...Making her FAWN debut, please welcome LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE!!”
LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
The FAWN Faithful did nothing of the sort, showering the Brit with boos as she sauntered to the ring. Lydia’s shockingly violent attack on Kanako at a house show in Daytona Beach, signalling her arrival on the FAWN main roster, ensured that she would receive a maximum amount of vitriol from the fans. Not that the Blueblood cared, of course. She simply basked in the hatred of the unwashed masses, too stupid and weak to do anything but try to drown her in impotent rage. And then, her eyes locked on Kanako’s, and she shrugged the sequined red robe off her shoulders, revealing her normal ring attire of a red corset that barely kept her decent, red bottoms, gloves and stockings, with blue ankle boots.
Lydia climbed into the ring, and before Merle could blink, Kanako was on her. Lydia must’ve had the same thing in mind because she met her hated rival in the middle, the two of them exchanging vicious rapid-fire punches to the face, neither one making any pretense of protecting themselves from the other’s blows. This exchange whipped the crowd into a frenzy as Merle tried desperately to prise the two women apart, first grabbing Kanako, then Lydia. When that proved unsuccessful, he called to the back for help as the two continued to rain down blows on each others’ face unheeded. It finally took a cadre of four officials each, Merle included, to separate the two women into opposite corners, which earned them a chorus of boos from the crowd.
LET THEM FIGHT!!
LET THEM FIGHT!!
LET THEM FIGHT!!
LET THEM FIGHT!!
The crowd continued to chant as Merle attempted to gain control of the situation. The match had not even officially started yet, and both women sported battle wounds. Two large welts raised over Kanako’s cheek, and she had a mouse forming under her eye, while Lydia was bleeding from her nose and mouth. As the ringside physician tended to both women’s wounds, Merle took the opportunity to reassert his authority.
“Are you two done?” he began, “Have you gotten that out of your system? Because, if not...if all you’re going to do is brawl like we’re in a goddamn underground fight club, I’ll throw the match out now!” At this, both women looked up at him, scowling but shaking their heads. “No? You’re gonna actually wrestle?” They both nodded, still scowling. “Good, and you two had better be on your best behavior, you’re both on a very short leash right now!” As soon as the doctor cleaned both combatants up, Merle asked them if they were ready to begin. When they responded in the positive, Merle signaled for the bell to ring, finally bringing this match to an official start.
“I’ve been waiting a long to time for this moment, Akiyama,” Lydia called out to Kanako as the two fighters circled one another, “I finally get to get my hands on you!”
“Sorry, I don’t swing that way,” came the Modern Day Ronin’s snide reply, “at least not since college anyway, a couple times.”
“Oh, shut the hell up, you little snot!” Lady Lydia growled as they locked up in a collar and elbow tie up, “I’m gonna make you suffer for what you’ve stolen from me!”
“Rrrrgh! Stolen? What the hell are you talking about?!” Kanako answered through gritted teeth as they struggled against one another, jockeying for position. The two fighters proved to be too evenly matched to gain any lasting advantage over the other. They are both the same height, and while Kanako gave up about five pounds to the British brunette, she was actually a little bit stronger than Lydia. So they pushed and struggled from one side of the ring to the other, looking for all the world like they’re dancing. Finally, Lydia managed to back Kanako into a corner, one of her forearm threateningly close to her throat. Knowing her rival’s penchant for cheap shots, Kanako called out to Merle. “Ref!” she yelled, “Get her off me!”
Kanako needn’t have worried, as Merle had already moved in to break them up. “Alright, Lydia, back off! ONE! TW-” Surprisingly, Lydia did indeed back off with minimal prodding, only having given the Modern Day Ronin a mocking tap on her chest with both hands, a smug smirk on her face. Kanako smouldered, and was quick to retaliate, giving her a rough shove that put the Blue Blood on her butt, drawing a huge pop from the FAWN faithful. Seeing her opponent momentarily stunned by the suddenness and the mild embarrassment of falling onto her butt, Kanako seizes on the opportunity, lunges forward with a sliding knee strike aimed right between the brunette Brit’s eyes. Fortunately for Lydia, she recovered quick enough to dodge the knee, grab it, and roll the Japanese fighter up for a pin. However, when no count comes, Lydia looks around to see Merle standing above them, his arms crossed.
“What the hell?!” she snarls at him, “You wanna do your job or what?”
“Not while you’ve got a handful of her tights.” Merle is quick to answer, gesturing to the pin attempt for emphasis. Indeed, Her Ladyship didn’t even make an attempt to hide the huge handful of Kanako’s tights Lydia grabbed to gain some illegal leverage.
Lydia audibly scoffed and got to her feet, leaving Kanako to scowl at her from her knees. “Hmph...Whatever. You better watch yourself, Mister...the hell is your name, anyway?” Merle opened his mouth to answer in exasperation when Lydia put her hand up. “Don’t! I don’t give a shit. Just stay out of my way!” She then reached down to haul Kanako up to her feet by the back of her head, only to have the Modern Day Ronin slide from her grip and sweep her legs out from under her. Then, from her knees, Kanako tees off on Lydia with a savage elbow smash to the jaw that floors her. Desperate to just beat the hell out of her rival, Kanako then jumped on top of her and delivers multiple forearm shots to Lydia’s face.
“Akiyama, get off her!” Merle shouts at her, “AKIYAMA!!” When that fails to get Kanako’s attention, he begins a count. By the time he gets to three, he can see that Kanako has developed a bit of tunnel vision when it comes to pummelling Lydia’s face into mush, so he decides to take a more direct approach. He wraps his arms around Kanako’s waist and forcibly drags Kanako to the opposite corner, with the Japanese girl kicking and cursing all the way.
“RRRAAARGH!! God dammit, let me go!!” Kanako roared as Merle set her down, upon which Kanako gave him a shove, “What the hell, Merle?! I wasn’t using a closed fist!”
“What did I say?” Merle barked back, taking Kanako aback somewhat, “I TOLD you two I wouldn’t let you just brawl like a couple of alley cats! Now, she - “ he pointed to Lydia, still trying to pull herself up in the corner and shake the cobwebs loose, “ - might be willing to get down in the dirt, but I thought you were better than that, Kanako.” Kanako began to open her mouth to reply, only to find her voice had failed her. “Show her...show me...show all of us, or I will call the match off. Am I clear?” Kanako nodded meeky, and Merle stood aside, “Good, then get to it.” Kanako’s gaze lingered on Merle for a couple moments more, seeming to be deciding if she were going to say something. She ultimately decided against it and pushed out of the corner, stalking towards her prey.
Unfortunately for Kanako, Lydia had recovered her senses enough to sidestep Kanako’s charge and deliver a drop toehold that sends the Modern Day Ronin crashing face first into the middle turnbuckle. After smoothing her hair out, Her Ladyship delivered two swift, hard SMACKS to Kanako’s backside before snaking her arms around the Tokyo Tiger’s waist. With a shout of determination, the British Blueblood s-l-o-w-l-y lifted Kanako up and over in a German suplex, complete with a picture perfect bridge. Merle was quick to drop to the mat to count Kanako’s shoulders down.
ONE!
TWO!
Kanako got her shoulder off the mat after a solid two count, but unfortunately, Lydia smelled blood in the water and was relentless in her attack. Not giving the Japanese girl a moment’s rest, the Londoner slid up to Kanako’s head and wrapped her toned legs around her neck in a figure four headscissors. Kanako kicked and fought to escape the hold, even as Lydia cinched it in, tightening the vise around her neck. Merle was quick to check and make sure that it was not an illegal chokehold. Once he was sure the headscissors was legit, he backed up a step, asking Kanako if she wanted to submit. When Kanako answered in the negative, Lydia leaned back, increasing the pressure a bit.
“Now that you’re a captive audience,” Her Ladyship began to speak, “I think it’s time that you heard a story.”
“NNNGHHH!!” Kanako grunts as she fights to free herself of the crushing scissorhold, “Is it a story about how you discovered personal hygiene? Because I’ve gotta tell you, it is fucking rancid down heEEEAAAARRRRGH!!!” Kanako’s snarky reply was cut short by Lydia raaaaaaaaking her nails across the Tokyo Tiger’s exposed midriff.
“Keep talking, you little brat.” Lydia growled, “You’re only prolonging your suffering. Once upon a time, there was a girl that ruled the European apartment wrestling scene. Many so-called “legit” wrestling promotions tried to lure her from the penthouse, but only one was willing to pay her what she was truly worth. Then, when she signed her contract, instead of getting a spot with the promotion, like she deserved, they sent her down to the minor leagues like common cattle!”
At this point, Kanako raised her hand her index finger raised. She waggled her finger to indicate to Merle that she still had no intention of submitting, and then she interrupted her rival. “Gonna take a shot in the dark here...that girl’s you? OOOOOF!!” A hard right hand to her midsection shut her up again.
“Yes, we’re talking about me here, you miserable toerag. If I may continue? I finally...finally...after years of toiling in those god forsaken hellholes, I finally got the call. And then...you...you came along and ruined everything!”
Kanako grunted and kicked as she surged to try and free herself from the headscissors yet again. “Me? Are you talking about when I kicked your ass in Bangor?” Lydia had had more than enough of Kanako’s mouth, and she raked her nails across Kanako’s eyes. “YEEEAAAARRRRGH!!! BITCH!!” Kanako screamed and would have rolled around on the mat if she could, were it not for the headscissors holding her in place.
That was about to change, as Merle stepped in. “Off the eyes, Lydia! Break the hold!” Lydia looked up at the zebra, sneering in a mix of derision and confusion.
“Are you serious?” she asked incredulously. Merle answered by beginning a five count. He was most definitely serious. Lydia growled and untangled herself from her opponent, just barely beating the count. Upon being freed, Kanako rolled away onto her stomach, then to her knees, coughing and groaning, covering her eyes. “You had better explain yourself,” Lydia said to Merle threateningly, “that was a perfectly legal hold, I wasn’t choking her.”
“No, you weren’t,” Merle explained calmly, “but you did rake her eyes. The second you did that, I had every right to force a break.” Lydia frowned and crossed her arms across her massive bosom. “And,” Merle added, “you’d better be careful how you talk to me. I told you two that you’re on a short leash. If I even hear a hint of attitude in your voice again when you talk to me, I won’t hesitate to disqualify you. Understand?” Lydia fumed, but nodded. “Good, I’d keep on her, if I were you, before she regains her bearings.” he suggested.
“Tch,” Lydia scoffed at him, “as if I need you to tell me my business.” She disengaged herself from the zebra and stalked after her prey. Still being on all fours left Kanako wide open for Lydia’s continued assault. After taking a few hopping strides, Her Ladyship leveled the Japanese fighter with a hard penalty kick to the ribs. Kanako cried out in agony and rolled out of the ring, falling to the floor below as she clutched her ribs. “Hmph...Guess you’re not quite as tough as you like to think you are.” Lydia taunted as she followed after Kanako, climbing out to the ring. Her Ladyship reached for the Modern Day Ronin, only to be startled by a hard right to the gut from her prey’s knees, followed by a crushing rising headbutt. Lydia howled in pain and spit a bloody tooth out. If Lydia’s nose wasn’t broken in the brawl to start the match, it certainly was now, as blood poured from her nasal cavity anew. She still had the presence of mind, though, to push through the pain and cut Kanako’s comeback off at the pass with a knee to the Tokyo Tiger’s midsection. Kanako dropped to one knee with an “OOOOOFFF!”, only to be dragged up to her feet and irish whipped into the guardrail. Or, at least that was the plan. Much to the Blue Blood’s chagrin, Kanako reversed the irish whip, sending Lydia crashing into the guardrail. Lydia again yelled in pain as back met metal, but she didn’t have much time to deal with that pain, as Kanako came dashing across the floor, launching herself at her with a double knee strike to her chest. Kanako looked as if she bounced off Her Ladyship’s massive bosom and rolled away as her target groaned and collapsed in a heap.
“Get it back in the ring, Akiyama!” Merle called to her from inside the ring. Kanako nodded and grabbed Lydia, dragging her to the apron by her hair and shoving her into the ring. Lydia, possibly getting an adrenaline boost from the bloodletting, was able to recover quick enough to again cut Kanako off as she was climbing back into the ring herself, levelling her hated rival with a wicked knee trembler to her temple at the exact moment Kanako stuck her head through the ropes.
KNEE TREMBLER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqsgdfPIeGo
Kanako slumped over the middle rope, half inside the ring, half on the apron. Lydia sneered at her rival, grabbed the waistband of her leggings, and unceremoniously dumped her the rest of the way into the ring. She then mounted her, making sure to immobilize Kanako’s arms, and, with murder in her eyes, began slapping the groaning Japanese girl over and over again.
“YOU FUCKING CUNT!!” she screamed at her as she pummeled her face. “YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!!” She then grabbed Kanako’s jaw, blood now trickling from her mouth from the stinging slaps and brought herself nose to nose with her. “You know what was waiting for me backstage after you beat me, Akiyama?” The British brunette growled lowly. “I was summoned to Justine Adams’ office, where she proceeded to hold up my FAWN contract. She explained that the brass here had given her instructions in the event of my losing our rematch. She then proceeded, with a not insignificant look of glee in her eyes, to tear my FAWN contract in half!”
“Yeah…” Kanako answered in between coughing fits, “yeah, that really does suck. Maybe if you were less of a heinous bitch, I might feel more sorry for y-AAAARRRGH!!” Kanako’s retort is cut off by Lydia mauling the Japanese fighter’s breasts, her face twisted with rage as she dug her fingernails into the fabric that provided little in the way of protection from her assault.
“I don’t remember you having this much mouth when we fought in Bangor.” the Blue Blood noted as she released her illegal hold before Merle reached four in his count, though she did follow it up with another hard slap to the face. “That Park tramp is clearly a bad influence on you.” She grabs the Modern Day Ronin’s head and slams it back onto the canvas to daze the Japanese fighter. “The point is,” she continues, climbing off her opponent, “is that I had to start all over to get back to where I should’ve already been before you came along.” She pulled Kanako up to her feet, holding the wobbly girl steady as she continues to dress her down. “Six months! You stole SIX MONTHS of my FAWN career!” She pushes Kanako back into the corner. “I had to prove myself in those hellholes for YEARS, like I was a bloody commoner...like you.” She then wails on Kanako’s chest with one knife-edge chop after another, the turnbuckles the only thing keeping the poor girl standing. “And YOU just swoop in, and wipe all that out and go on your merry way to a spot that should’ve been MINE from the VERY START!!”
“FOUR!” Merle’s count finally penetrated Lydia’s rage-induced fog and she quickly backed off from her assault, hands raised defensively. Meanwhile, Kanako hanged from the turnbuckles by her arms, working hard to catch her breath as the bright red welts from Lydia’s chops raised on her chest. Lydia quickly waded back into the corner, though, before she could completely recover. She grabbed Kanako’s left arm and threw her across the ring to the opposite corner with all her might, so much so that Kanako hit the turnbuckle chest-first, causing her to violently flop to the mat and roll around in agony. Lydia grinned with delight at seeing her rival writhing around on the mat as she stalked ever closer to her prey. As she picked up the Tokyo Tiger to dish out even more punishment, Kanako surprised her tormenter by grabbing Lydia’s head and dropping to her knees, delivering a jawbreaker that staggered the British brunette. As the British Blueblood staggered around, holding her jaw, Kanako got back to her feet, a look of fury on her face. She stomped her way over to her rival and threw a trio of forearm smashes to Lydia’s chest, followed by an irish whip into the ropes. Lydia had the presence of mind to duck Kanako’s clothesline, but is leveled by the follow-up pele kick. Lydia crumpled to the mat and Kanako was quick to cover.
PELE KICK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyu2cYoPUzI
ONE!
TWO!
Lydia got a shoulder up at two and a quarter. Kanako clambered back to her feet and raised her right arm into the air, pulling her glove tight. The FAWN faithful have gotten to their feet as this intense grudge match began to reach a fever pitch and Kanako took her martial arts stance, waiting for her rival to get to her feet. No sooner had she done so than Kanako sent her puddling back down to the mat with a devastating Uraken.
URAKEN: www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-IJQ4RSsDI
Kanako followed the spinning back fist up immediately by pointing to the nearest corner. The crowd began to rumble in anticipation as Kanako climbed to the the top and launched herself into the air, aiming to end the match with her graceful but brutal Run Her Through finisher.
RUN HER THROUGH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8niVddjytA
Unfortunately for Kanako, Lydia rolled out of the way just in time. The Modern Day Ronin’s miss stunned her just long enough for Lydia to get to her feet and deliver a knee lift to her opponent’s midsection, which doubled her over. The British Blueblood follows it up quickly with a lifting ddt that she calls the Golden Spike.
GOLDEN SPIKE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWWWegDgF38
Kanako starfished onto the mat and laid there, leading to a quick cover from Lydia.
ONE!
TWO!
….THREE!
“WHAT??!” Kanako shrieked in disbelief as the live audience groaned, and the audience watching at home could see why. Kanako’s foot had plainly been on the rope when the three count came down, a fact that had obviously been missed by Merle. The look of shock on Lydia’s face suggested she hadn’t expected to get the win off the Golden Spike either. That look of shock soon melted into elation as realization set in, especially when the ring announcer came over the PA.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout, via pinfall...LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE!!”
The fans showered the ring with a cacophony of boos as Lydia got to her feet and loudly demanded that Merle raise her hand in victory, to which the zebra meekly complied. Lydia made a show of gloating to the fans, and briefly considered rubbing it in her foe’s face some more. However, she could see that her undeserved pinfall had woken the Japanese girl up more thoroughly than she could’ve expected, and decided that discretion was the better part of valor at the moment, and she slid out of the ring and backed up the entrance ramp while Kanako was still preoccupied with arguing with Merle. She did make sure to point and laugh at both the loser in the ring and the chump referee that completely blew it, though.
“What the hell, Merle?!” Kanako screamed over the raucous boos of the crowd as she shoved him roughly, “WHAT THE HELL??!!”
“I-I’m sorry, Kanako,” Merle shrank away from the enraged Asian, “she just got the drop on you this time. It can happen to anybody. I’m sure you’ll get her nex-”
“MY. FOOT. WAS. ON. THE. ROPE!!!” Kanako interrupted him, kicking at the bottom rope for emphasis.
Merle blinked, “It...i-it was?” he stammered.
“YES!!” Kanako then pointed to the FAWNtron, which was showing a replay of the pinfall, and very clearly showed that Kanako was telling the truth.
A look of horror came over Merle’s face as he watched the replay, then turned back to Kanako. “Oh...my god. Kanako, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see it, you have to believe me!” He could see the rage in the Japanese beauty’s eyes and he closed his own, expecting her to deck him for his mistake. After no such blow came, Merle tentatively opened one eye to see her still standing there fuming, arms crossed.
“You’re really lucky that I actually like you, Merle!” Kanako snarled, then turned and stormed out of the ring and stomped her way to the back, leaving Merle to watch her leave and contemplate his brush with death. He quickly exited the ring after he gathered himself. He had to make this right somehow. He had to at least try.
The crowd cheers its approval as the lights go out. A familiar air raid siren fills FAWN Arena as the fans explode with applause and a pair of red searchlights scan over the crowd. As usual, the searchlights stop at the top of the stage, but as the sirens fade into Manowar’s “Warriors of the World”, the stage is unusually empty.
WARRIORS OF THE WORLD: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dll329ggLIY
Suddenly, Kanako Akiyama emerges from the entranceway. She doesn’t stop at the top of the ramp to put her gloves on and soak in the cheers like she normally does, instead stomping her way to the ring, ignoring the fans, her face already a mask of anger.
“Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California...She stands five feet two inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred twelve pounds...She is the Modern Day Ronin, this is KANAKO AKIYAMA!!”
KANAKO AKIYAMA
For this match, Kanako is wearing a red and black tankini top that shows just a hint of her rock hard six-pack abs along with a pair of black mesh leggings. Her signature black fingerless gloves and red wrestling shoes complete the outfit. Last month’s attack by Lady Lydia Lethbridge left her requiring thirteen stitches to close the gash in the top of her head left by the British Blueblood’s steel chair. Those stitches had just recently been removed, but the scar left by it was plainly visible. As she enters the ring through the bottom and middle ropes, she makes no play to the crowd, only backing into a corner, staring daggers at the entranceway, awaiting the arrival of her opponent.
Merle approaches Kanako cautiously, moving in to check her gear. “Hey,” he says to her as he pats her down, knowing that he’ll find nothing, but going through the motions anyway, “I know you two hate each other, but can you maybe try and keep this to a wrestling match?” he entreats as he finishes his inspection.
“Sorry,” Kanako answers, never taking her eyes off the entranceway, “I don’t make promises I can’t keep. She declared war when she attacked me, Merle. I have no intention of backing down.” Knowing that’s the best he’s going to get from her, Merle nods and moves back to the center of the ring as Kanako’s music dies down.
I want it all
I want it all
I want it all
And I want it NOW
I WANT IT ALL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWIvvEJ0--s
FAWN Arena explodes in a flash of blinding white light as the first chord of Queen’s “I Want it All” is struck. As Brian May’s opening solo plays, Lady Lydia Lethbridge struts out onto the stage, arms raised in a demonstrative “V”.
“And her opponent...from London, England...She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred seventeen pounds...Making her FAWN debut, please welcome LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE!!”
LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
The FAWN Faithful did nothing of the sort, showering the Brit with boos as she sauntered to the ring. Lydia’s shockingly violent attack on Kanako at a house show in Daytona Beach, signalling her arrival on the FAWN main roster, ensured that she would receive a maximum amount of vitriol from the fans. Not that the Blueblood cared, of course. She simply basked in the hatred of the unwashed masses, too stupid and weak to do anything but try to drown her in impotent rage. And then, her eyes locked on Kanako’s, and she shrugged the sequined red robe off her shoulders, revealing her normal ring attire of a red corset that barely kept her decent, red bottoms, gloves and stockings, with blue ankle boots.
Lydia climbed into the ring, and before Merle could blink, Kanako was on her. Lydia must’ve had the same thing in mind because she met her hated rival in the middle, the two of them exchanging vicious rapid-fire punches to the face, neither one making any pretense of protecting themselves from the other’s blows. This exchange whipped the crowd into a frenzy as Merle tried desperately to prise the two women apart, first grabbing Kanako, then Lydia. When that proved unsuccessful, he called to the back for help as the two continued to rain down blows on each others’ face unheeded. It finally took a cadre of four officials each, Merle included, to separate the two women into opposite corners, which earned them a chorus of boos from the crowd.
LET THEM FIGHT!!
LET THEM FIGHT!!
LET THEM FIGHT!!
LET THEM FIGHT!!
The crowd continued to chant as Merle attempted to gain control of the situation. The match had not even officially started yet, and both women sported battle wounds. Two large welts raised over Kanako’s cheek, and she had a mouse forming under her eye, while Lydia was bleeding from her nose and mouth. As the ringside physician tended to both women’s wounds, Merle took the opportunity to reassert his authority.
“Are you two done?” he began, “Have you gotten that out of your system? Because, if not...if all you’re going to do is brawl like we’re in a goddamn underground fight club, I’ll throw the match out now!” At this, both women looked up at him, scowling but shaking their heads. “No? You’re gonna actually wrestle?” They both nodded, still scowling. “Good, and you two had better be on your best behavior, you’re both on a very short leash right now!” As soon as the doctor cleaned both combatants up, Merle asked them if they were ready to begin. When they responded in the positive, Merle signaled for the bell to ring, finally bringing this match to an official start.
“I’ve been waiting a long to time for this moment, Akiyama,” Lydia called out to Kanako as the two fighters circled one another, “I finally get to get my hands on you!”
“Sorry, I don’t swing that way,” came the Modern Day Ronin’s snide reply, “at least not since college anyway, a couple times.”
“Oh, shut the hell up, you little snot!” Lady Lydia growled as they locked up in a collar and elbow tie up, “I’m gonna make you suffer for what you’ve stolen from me!”
“Rrrrgh! Stolen? What the hell are you talking about?!” Kanako answered through gritted teeth as they struggled against one another, jockeying for position. The two fighters proved to be too evenly matched to gain any lasting advantage over the other. They are both the same height, and while Kanako gave up about five pounds to the British brunette, she was actually a little bit stronger than Lydia. So they pushed and struggled from one side of the ring to the other, looking for all the world like they’re dancing. Finally, Lydia managed to back Kanako into a corner, one of her forearm threateningly close to her throat. Knowing her rival’s penchant for cheap shots, Kanako called out to Merle. “Ref!” she yelled, “Get her off me!”
Kanako needn’t have worried, as Merle had already moved in to break them up. “Alright, Lydia, back off! ONE! TW-” Surprisingly, Lydia did indeed back off with minimal prodding, only having given the Modern Day Ronin a mocking tap on her chest with both hands, a smug smirk on her face. Kanako smouldered, and was quick to retaliate, giving her a rough shove that put the Blue Blood on her butt, drawing a huge pop from the FAWN faithful. Seeing her opponent momentarily stunned by the suddenness and the mild embarrassment of falling onto her butt, Kanako seizes on the opportunity, lunges forward with a sliding knee strike aimed right between the brunette Brit’s eyes. Fortunately for Lydia, she recovered quick enough to dodge the knee, grab it, and roll the Japanese fighter up for a pin. However, when no count comes, Lydia looks around to see Merle standing above them, his arms crossed.
“What the hell?!” she snarls at him, “You wanna do your job or what?”
“Not while you’ve got a handful of her tights.” Merle is quick to answer, gesturing to the pin attempt for emphasis. Indeed, Her Ladyship didn’t even make an attempt to hide the huge handful of Kanako’s tights Lydia grabbed to gain some illegal leverage.
Lydia audibly scoffed and got to her feet, leaving Kanako to scowl at her from her knees. “Hmph...Whatever. You better watch yourself, Mister...the hell is your name, anyway?” Merle opened his mouth to answer in exasperation when Lydia put her hand up. “Don’t! I don’t give a shit. Just stay out of my way!” She then reached down to haul Kanako up to her feet by the back of her head, only to have the Modern Day Ronin slide from her grip and sweep her legs out from under her. Then, from her knees, Kanako tees off on Lydia with a savage elbow smash to the jaw that floors her. Desperate to just beat the hell out of her rival, Kanako then jumped on top of her and delivers multiple forearm shots to Lydia’s face.
“Akiyama, get off her!” Merle shouts at her, “AKIYAMA!!” When that fails to get Kanako’s attention, he begins a count. By the time he gets to three, he can see that Kanako has developed a bit of tunnel vision when it comes to pummelling Lydia’s face into mush, so he decides to take a more direct approach. He wraps his arms around Kanako’s waist and forcibly drags Kanako to the opposite corner, with the Japanese girl kicking and cursing all the way.
“RRRAAARGH!! God dammit, let me go!!” Kanako roared as Merle set her down, upon which Kanako gave him a shove, “What the hell, Merle?! I wasn’t using a closed fist!”
“What did I say?” Merle barked back, taking Kanako aback somewhat, “I TOLD you two I wouldn’t let you just brawl like a couple of alley cats! Now, she - “ he pointed to Lydia, still trying to pull herself up in the corner and shake the cobwebs loose, “ - might be willing to get down in the dirt, but I thought you were better than that, Kanako.” Kanako began to open her mouth to reply, only to find her voice had failed her. “Show her...show me...show all of us, or I will call the match off. Am I clear?” Kanako nodded meeky, and Merle stood aside, “Good, then get to it.” Kanako’s gaze lingered on Merle for a couple moments more, seeming to be deciding if she were going to say something. She ultimately decided against it and pushed out of the corner, stalking towards her prey.
Unfortunately for Kanako, Lydia had recovered her senses enough to sidestep Kanako’s charge and deliver a drop toehold that sends the Modern Day Ronin crashing face first into the middle turnbuckle. After smoothing her hair out, Her Ladyship delivered two swift, hard SMACKS to Kanako’s backside before snaking her arms around the Tokyo Tiger’s waist. With a shout of determination, the British Blueblood s-l-o-w-l-y lifted Kanako up and over in a German suplex, complete with a picture perfect bridge. Merle was quick to drop to the mat to count Kanako’s shoulders down.
ONE!
TWO!
Kanako got her shoulder off the mat after a solid two count, but unfortunately, Lydia smelled blood in the water and was relentless in her attack. Not giving the Japanese girl a moment’s rest, the Londoner slid up to Kanako’s head and wrapped her toned legs around her neck in a figure four headscissors. Kanako kicked and fought to escape the hold, even as Lydia cinched it in, tightening the vise around her neck. Merle was quick to check and make sure that it was not an illegal chokehold. Once he was sure the headscissors was legit, he backed up a step, asking Kanako if she wanted to submit. When Kanako answered in the negative, Lydia leaned back, increasing the pressure a bit.
“Now that you’re a captive audience,” Her Ladyship began to speak, “I think it’s time that you heard a story.”
“NNNGHHH!!” Kanako grunts as she fights to free herself of the crushing scissorhold, “Is it a story about how you discovered personal hygiene? Because I’ve gotta tell you, it is fucking rancid down heEEEAAAARRRRGH!!!” Kanako’s snarky reply was cut short by Lydia raaaaaaaaking her nails across the Tokyo Tiger’s exposed midriff.
“Keep talking, you little brat.” Lydia growled, “You’re only prolonging your suffering. Once upon a time, there was a girl that ruled the European apartment wrestling scene. Many so-called “legit” wrestling promotions tried to lure her from the penthouse, but only one was willing to pay her what she was truly worth. Then, when she signed her contract, instead of getting a spot with the promotion, like she deserved, they sent her down to the minor leagues like common cattle!”
At this point, Kanako raised her hand her index finger raised. She waggled her finger to indicate to Merle that she still had no intention of submitting, and then she interrupted her rival. “Gonna take a shot in the dark here...that girl’s you? OOOOOF!!” A hard right hand to her midsection shut her up again.
“Yes, we’re talking about me here, you miserable toerag. If I may continue? I finally...finally...after years of toiling in those god forsaken hellholes, I finally got the call. And then...you...you came along and ruined everything!”
Kanako grunted and kicked as she surged to try and free herself from the headscissors yet again. “Me? Are you talking about when I kicked your ass in Bangor?” Lydia had had more than enough of Kanako’s mouth, and she raked her nails across Kanako’s eyes. “YEEEAAAARRRRGH!!! BITCH!!” Kanako screamed and would have rolled around on the mat if she could, were it not for the headscissors holding her in place.
That was about to change, as Merle stepped in. “Off the eyes, Lydia! Break the hold!” Lydia looked up at the zebra, sneering in a mix of derision and confusion.
“Are you serious?” she asked incredulously. Merle answered by beginning a five count. He was most definitely serious. Lydia growled and untangled herself from her opponent, just barely beating the count. Upon being freed, Kanako rolled away onto her stomach, then to her knees, coughing and groaning, covering her eyes. “You had better explain yourself,” Lydia said to Merle threateningly, “that was a perfectly legal hold, I wasn’t choking her.”
“No, you weren’t,” Merle explained calmly, “but you did rake her eyes. The second you did that, I had every right to force a break.” Lydia frowned and crossed her arms across her massive bosom. “And,” Merle added, “you’d better be careful how you talk to me. I told you two that you’re on a short leash. If I even hear a hint of attitude in your voice again when you talk to me, I won’t hesitate to disqualify you. Understand?” Lydia fumed, but nodded. “Good, I’d keep on her, if I were you, before she regains her bearings.” he suggested.
“Tch,” Lydia scoffed at him, “as if I need you to tell me my business.” She disengaged herself from the zebra and stalked after her prey. Still being on all fours left Kanako wide open for Lydia’s continued assault. After taking a few hopping strides, Her Ladyship leveled the Japanese fighter with a hard penalty kick to the ribs. Kanako cried out in agony and rolled out of the ring, falling to the floor below as she clutched her ribs. “Hmph...Guess you’re not quite as tough as you like to think you are.” Lydia taunted as she followed after Kanako, climbing out to the ring. Her Ladyship reached for the Modern Day Ronin, only to be startled by a hard right to the gut from her prey’s knees, followed by a crushing rising headbutt. Lydia howled in pain and spit a bloody tooth out. If Lydia’s nose wasn’t broken in the brawl to start the match, it certainly was now, as blood poured from her nasal cavity anew. She still had the presence of mind, though, to push through the pain and cut Kanako’s comeback off at the pass with a knee to the Tokyo Tiger’s midsection. Kanako dropped to one knee with an “OOOOOFFF!”, only to be dragged up to her feet and irish whipped into the guardrail. Or, at least that was the plan. Much to the Blue Blood’s chagrin, Kanako reversed the irish whip, sending Lydia crashing into the guardrail. Lydia again yelled in pain as back met metal, but she didn’t have much time to deal with that pain, as Kanako came dashing across the floor, launching herself at her with a double knee strike to her chest. Kanako looked as if she bounced off Her Ladyship’s massive bosom and rolled away as her target groaned and collapsed in a heap.
“Get it back in the ring, Akiyama!” Merle called to her from inside the ring. Kanako nodded and grabbed Lydia, dragging her to the apron by her hair and shoving her into the ring. Lydia, possibly getting an adrenaline boost from the bloodletting, was able to recover quick enough to again cut Kanako off as she was climbing back into the ring herself, levelling her hated rival with a wicked knee trembler to her temple at the exact moment Kanako stuck her head through the ropes.
KNEE TREMBLER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqsgdfPIeGo
Kanako slumped over the middle rope, half inside the ring, half on the apron. Lydia sneered at her rival, grabbed the waistband of her leggings, and unceremoniously dumped her the rest of the way into the ring. She then mounted her, making sure to immobilize Kanako’s arms, and, with murder in her eyes, began slapping the groaning Japanese girl over and over again.
“YOU FUCKING CUNT!!” she screamed at her as she pummeled her face. “YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!!” She then grabbed Kanako’s jaw, blood now trickling from her mouth from the stinging slaps and brought herself nose to nose with her. “You know what was waiting for me backstage after you beat me, Akiyama?” The British brunette growled lowly. “I was summoned to Justine Adams’ office, where she proceeded to hold up my FAWN contract. She explained that the brass here had given her instructions in the event of my losing our rematch. She then proceeded, with a not insignificant look of glee in her eyes, to tear my FAWN contract in half!”
“Yeah…” Kanako answered in between coughing fits, “yeah, that really does suck. Maybe if you were less of a heinous bitch, I might feel more sorry for y-AAAARRRGH!!” Kanako’s retort is cut off by Lydia mauling the Japanese fighter’s breasts, her face twisted with rage as she dug her fingernails into the fabric that provided little in the way of protection from her assault.
“I don’t remember you having this much mouth when we fought in Bangor.” the Blue Blood noted as she released her illegal hold before Merle reached four in his count, though she did follow it up with another hard slap to the face. “That Park tramp is clearly a bad influence on you.” She grabs the Modern Day Ronin’s head and slams it back onto the canvas to daze the Japanese fighter. “The point is,” she continues, climbing off her opponent, “is that I had to start all over to get back to where I should’ve already been before you came along.” She pulled Kanako up to her feet, holding the wobbly girl steady as she continues to dress her down. “Six months! You stole SIX MONTHS of my FAWN career!” She pushes Kanako back into the corner. “I had to prove myself in those hellholes for YEARS, like I was a bloody commoner...like you.” She then wails on Kanako’s chest with one knife-edge chop after another, the turnbuckles the only thing keeping the poor girl standing. “And YOU just swoop in, and wipe all that out and go on your merry way to a spot that should’ve been MINE from the VERY START!!”
“FOUR!” Merle’s count finally penetrated Lydia’s rage-induced fog and she quickly backed off from her assault, hands raised defensively. Meanwhile, Kanako hanged from the turnbuckles by her arms, working hard to catch her breath as the bright red welts from Lydia’s chops raised on her chest. Lydia quickly waded back into the corner, though, before she could completely recover. She grabbed Kanako’s left arm and threw her across the ring to the opposite corner with all her might, so much so that Kanako hit the turnbuckle chest-first, causing her to violently flop to the mat and roll around in agony. Lydia grinned with delight at seeing her rival writhing around on the mat as she stalked ever closer to her prey. As she picked up the Tokyo Tiger to dish out even more punishment, Kanako surprised her tormenter by grabbing Lydia’s head and dropping to her knees, delivering a jawbreaker that staggered the British brunette. As the British Blueblood staggered around, holding her jaw, Kanako got back to her feet, a look of fury on her face. She stomped her way over to her rival and threw a trio of forearm smashes to Lydia’s chest, followed by an irish whip into the ropes. Lydia had the presence of mind to duck Kanako’s clothesline, but is leveled by the follow-up pele kick. Lydia crumpled to the mat and Kanako was quick to cover.
PELE KICK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyu2cYoPUzI
ONE!
TWO!
Lydia got a shoulder up at two and a quarter. Kanako clambered back to her feet and raised her right arm into the air, pulling her glove tight. The FAWN faithful have gotten to their feet as this intense grudge match began to reach a fever pitch and Kanako took her martial arts stance, waiting for her rival to get to her feet. No sooner had she done so than Kanako sent her puddling back down to the mat with a devastating Uraken.
URAKEN: www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-IJQ4RSsDI
Kanako followed the spinning back fist up immediately by pointing to the nearest corner. The crowd began to rumble in anticipation as Kanako climbed to the the top and launched herself into the air, aiming to end the match with her graceful but brutal Run Her Through finisher.
RUN HER THROUGH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8niVddjytA
Unfortunately for Kanako, Lydia rolled out of the way just in time. The Modern Day Ronin’s miss stunned her just long enough for Lydia to get to her feet and deliver a knee lift to her opponent’s midsection, which doubled her over. The British Blueblood follows it up quickly with a lifting ddt that she calls the Golden Spike.
GOLDEN SPIKE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWWWegDgF38
Kanako starfished onto the mat and laid there, leading to a quick cover from Lydia.
ONE!
TWO!
….THREE!
“WHAT??!” Kanako shrieked in disbelief as the live audience groaned, and the audience watching at home could see why. Kanako’s foot had plainly been on the rope when the three count came down, a fact that had obviously been missed by Merle. The look of shock on Lydia’s face suggested she hadn’t expected to get the win off the Golden Spike either. That look of shock soon melted into elation as realization set in, especially when the ring announcer came over the PA.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout, via pinfall...LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE!!”
The fans showered the ring with a cacophony of boos as Lydia got to her feet and loudly demanded that Merle raise her hand in victory, to which the zebra meekly complied. Lydia made a show of gloating to the fans, and briefly considered rubbing it in her foe’s face some more. However, she could see that her undeserved pinfall had woken the Japanese girl up more thoroughly than she could’ve expected, and decided that discretion was the better part of valor at the moment, and she slid out of the ring and backed up the entrance ramp while Kanako was still preoccupied with arguing with Merle. She did make sure to point and laugh at both the loser in the ring and the chump referee that completely blew it, though.
“What the hell, Merle?!” Kanako screamed over the raucous boos of the crowd as she shoved him roughly, “WHAT THE HELL??!!”
“I-I’m sorry, Kanako,” Merle shrank away from the enraged Asian, “she just got the drop on you this time. It can happen to anybody. I’m sure you’ll get her nex-”
“MY. FOOT. WAS. ON. THE. ROPE!!!” Kanako interrupted him, kicking at the bottom rope for emphasis.
Merle blinked, “It...i-it was?” he stammered.
“YES!!” Kanako then pointed to the FAWNtron, which was showing a replay of the pinfall, and very clearly showed that Kanako was telling the truth.
A look of horror came over Merle’s face as he watched the replay, then turned back to Kanako. “Oh...my god. Kanako, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see it, you have to believe me!” He could see the rage in the Japanese beauty’s eyes and he closed his own, expecting her to deck him for his mistake. After no such blow came, Merle tentatively opened one eye to see her still standing there fuming, arms crossed.
“You’re really lucky that I actually like you, Merle!” Kanako snarled, then turned and stormed out of the ring and stomped her way to the back, leaving Merle to watch her leave and contemplate his brush with death. He quickly exited the ring after he gathered himself. He had to make this right somehow. He had to at least try.
