Post by kjcasey42 on Sept 8, 2018 10:26:42 GMT
The crowd in Gainesville buzzed as they waited for the next match to begin. All of a sudden, the lights went out, and with that the buzzing reached a fever pitch. That buzz became a roar of approval as the sound of air raid sirens filled the arena. And while the raucous cheers echoed throughout the arena, they did taper off a little bit when the quicker amongst the crowd realized that the red searchlights that normally accompanied the sirens hadn’t turned on. When the sirens did die down, there was a very pregnant pause. And then…
“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
The FAWN faithful were bathed in a blinding white light as the opening chord of Queen’s “I Want it All” is struck. Realizing that they had been hoodwinked, the fans showered Lady Lydia Lethbridge in boos as she strutted through the entranceway and down to the ring, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
Her Ladyship was not dressed to wrestle, but rather she was dressed in a blue floral print blouse with the top two buttons left undone to show off her impressive cleavage. A pair of tight black jeans and crimson red high-heeled shoes completed the outfit. Lydia held her hand over her mouth as she sauntered down the aisle, making a play of laughing at the suckers who fell for her ruse. After retrieving a microphone from the ring announcer, The British Blueblood stepped into the ring and waved to her “adoring public”, a condescending and mocking grin on her face.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she finally began after the music and jeers died down, “were you expecting somebody else?” She laughed heartily as another round of boos rained down on her. “Ohhh, that was good. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of you peasants falling flat on your faces every time one of your betters holds the proverbial carrot in front of you. Although,” she looked at her nails carelessly as she continued, “I don’t suppose I blame you morons. No-one’s seen hide nor hair of your little hero ever since I made that slut my bitch at Red, White, and Bruised.” She indulged herself a little chuckle at the memory of humiliating the Japanese bitch before continuing. “Word is, even her slut besties, Cam Cosworth and Yoona Park haven’t heard from Akiyama since then, either! Ahh, well, I suppose if I had been dominated and thoroughly humiliated like she was, I’d not want to show my face either.” The boos reached a fever pitch, which in turn spurred Lydia to respond in kind. “BOO ME ALL YOU WANT, YOU SHEEP!! IT CHANGES NOTHING!! NOTHING!! I TOOK YOUR LITTLE CHINA DOLL, AND I BROKE HER IN HA-”
Her Ladyship was suddenly cut off by the marching drumbeat of Manowar’s “Warrior’s of the World”, signalling the arrival of the target of Lydia’s ridicule.
WARRIORS OF THE WORLD: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dll329ggLIY
KANAKO AKIYAMA
Kanako Akiyama walked out from behind the curtain, microphone in hand, and stared daggers at the British brunette, who returned the gaze in kind. “First of all,” Kanako began, holding up a single finger, “I’m Japanese, not Chinese, soooo...racist, on top of every other awful thing we know you to be.” The crowd roared their approval as Lydia smoldered in the ring. “Secondly, would you stop calling me little? Bitch, we’re the same fucking height!” A roar of laughter washed over the arena.
“What the hell do you want, Akiyama?” Lethbridge growled into the mic, all the mocking mirth in her voice gone.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Kanako held up a mockingly placating hand, “I know that you’re still not medically cleared, due to the concussion I gave you in July. I’m not going to come down there and beat your ass again, much as I and all these people would like me to.” The audience cheered in agreement. “No, I think you can guess why I’m here, Lethbridge. I know damn well you’ve seen my challenge. You weren’t cleared for Slaybor Day Weekend, but FAWNMania is coming up, and I have it on good authority, you’ll be cleared soon. So...What do you say, Lethbridge? One more time, you and me...or are you going to run like the chickenshit we all know you are?”
Lydia smirked a little at that and waited for the crowd to shut the hell up before answering. “Well, you little thug,” Her Ladyship began, making sure to twist the knife by calling her “little” again, “I have actually seen your little challenge. Allow me to answer you with a question of my own: Why...should...I?” The crowd groaned as she continued, “Hmm? I’ve already beaten you twice. Hell, I fucking dominated you last month. Why on Earth should I indulge your desire for vengeance when I can, oh, I don’t know, face someone that’s actually won a match on pay per view, and earn myself a shot at a title?” She smirks as the jeers resume. For her part, Kanako remained remarkably calm at this rebuke, and she waited for the noise to die down to respond.
“Really? So that’s it, then?” Lydia shrugged, the smug grin back on her lips. “Heh...I don’t know why I’m surprised. Well, the truth is I’m not. I figured you’d tuck your tail between your legs, and that an appeal to your sense of competition or proving once and for all which of us is the better woman...spoiler alert, it’s me...would fall on deaf ears. So...let’s try a different tack, shall we?”
This had Lydia’s attention and her curiosity. “I’m listening, but my patience is wearing thin, Akiyama.”
“Well, this whole thing started, because you claim I stole six months of your FAWN career.”
“That’s no “claim”, bitch, it’s what happened.” Lydia growled.
Kanako chuckled condescendingly, “Yeah, okay, Princess...Whatever you say. Anyway, I think it’s safe to say that FAWN just might not be big enough for the two of us.” The crowd roared at the thought of what Kanako was implying. “Unfortunately, when I pitched the idea of a loser leaves FAWN match between us, I got shot down right away. Seems they’ve invested too much in both of us to lose either of us. However, I came up with a compromise. Bethany Christian won’t sign off on me leaving FAWN entirely, BUT! How does a little poetic justice sound to you, Lydia?”
“What do you mean, “poetic justice”? And be quick about it! I’m getting bored.”
“Well, it’s simply this: If I lose, I don’t leave FAWN entirely, because the powers that be won’t let that happen...But I WILL be banished to developmental for six months!” The crowd shouted their disapproval of the prospect of losing the Modern Day Ronin for half a year, but Kanako pressed on, “Think about it, Lethbridge. Six months. The same amount of time you claim that I cost you. You can move on to bigger and better things, possibly even winning titles! And while your career flourishes, mine will stagnate, stuck in Bangor for six months, regardless of how successful I am there. Hell, who knows? By the time I come back, perhaps all these people will have even forgotten about me entirely!” The crowd’s response sought to assure her that they would not. “So, what do you say, Lydia? Yes...or no?”
The Black Sheep paused for awhile, seemed to be seriously considering the offer. When she finally spoke, she let out a chuckle. “Congratulations, Akiyama. You found the one carrot to dangle in front of me that I just couldn’t refuse. You and me, at FAWNMania? You’re on.” The crowd popped huge for this announcement. “Better make sure you have something warm packed for Maine, bitch! You’re going to need it after I beat you AGAIN!”
“Don’t you think you should know the match you’re agreeing to before you make idle threats?”
“I don’t give a -”
“I know, I know,” Kanako interrupted her, causing the busty brunette to stomp around the ring in frustration, “but I really think you should hear what’s in store for us at FAWNMania. You see, I want this win to be the absolute last word, and something neither of us can deny. Plus, I honestly want to just beat the hell out of you for as long as I’m able. So, this is going to be best two out of three falls, BUT!! Not just ANY two out of three fall match! The first fall...will be a STREET FIGHT!!”
The crowd roared its approval, along with chants of “KA-NA-KO’S GONNA KIIIILLL YOUUUU!!!”, while Lydia stood in the ring and angrily shouted at her bitter rival.
“The second fall will be a Tables Match!!” Another roar of approval broke out, “And the final fall, if you somehow win a fall...it will be submissions only...INSIDE A STEEL CAGE!!” Another eruption of cheers boomed across the arena. “You had better prepare yourself, Lydia Lethbridge, because at FAWNMania, you’re going to go on a journey with me...through THREE STAGES OF HELL!!!” With that, Kanako threw the microphone down and the two of them stared at each other from across the entranceway, shouting insults and threats to one another, as the audience lost their collective minds at the prospect of what these two women were going to do to each other on FAWN’s grandest stage.
“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
The FAWN faithful were bathed in a blinding white light as the opening chord of Queen’s “I Want it All” is struck. Realizing that they had been hoodwinked, the fans showered Lady Lydia Lethbridge in boos as she strutted through the entranceway and down to the ring, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.
LADY LYDIA LETHBRIDGE
Her Ladyship was not dressed to wrestle, but rather she was dressed in a blue floral print blouse with the top two buttons left undone to show off her impressive cleavage. A pair of tight black jeans and crimson red high-heeled shoes completed the outfit. Lydia held her hand over her mouth as she sauntered down the aisle, making a play of laughing at the suckers who fell for her ruse. After retrieving a microphone from the ring announcer, The British Blueblood stepped into the ring and waved to her “adoring public”, a condescending and mocking grin on her face.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she finally began after the music and jeers died down, “were you expecting somebody else?” She laughed heartily as another round of boos rained down on her. “Ohhh, that was good. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of you peasants falling flat on your faces every time one of your betters holds the proverbial carrot in front of you. Although,” she looked at her nails carelessly as she continued, “I don’t suppose I blame you morons. No-one’s seen hide nor hair of your little hero ever since I made that slut my bitch at Red, White, and Bruised.” She indulged herself a little chuckle at the memory of humiliating the Japanese bitch before continuing. “Word is, even her slut besties, Cam Cosworth and Yoona Park haven’t heard from Akiyama since then, either! Ahh, well, I suppose if I had been dominated and thoroughly humiliated like she was, I’d not want to show my face either.” The boos reached a fever pitch, which in turn spurred Lydia to respond in kind. “BOO ME ALL YOU WANT, YOU SHEEP!! IT CHANGES NOTHING!! NOTHING!! I TOOK YOUR LITTLE CHINA DOLL, AND I BROKE HER IN HA-”
Her Ladyship was suddenly cut off by the marching drumbeat of Manowar’s “Warrior’s of the World”, signalling the arrival of the target of Lydia’s ridicule.
WARRIORS OF THE WORLD: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dll329ggLIY
KANAKO AKIYAMA
Kanako Akiyama walked out from behind the curtain, microphone in hand, and stared daggers at the British brunette, who returned the gaze in kind. “First of all,” Kanako began, holding up a single finger, “I’m Japanese, not Chinese, soooo...racist, on top of every other awful thing we know you to be.” The crowd roared their approval as Lydia smoldered in the ring. “Secondly, would you stop calling me little? Bitch, we’re the same fucking height!” A roar of laughter washed over the arena.
“What the hell do you want, Akiyama?” Lethbridge growled into the mic, all the mocking mirth in her voice gone.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Kanako held up a mockingly placating hand, “I know that you’re still not medically cleared, due to the concussion I gave you in July. I’m not going to come down there and beat your ass again, much as I and all these people would like me to.” The audience cheered in agreement. “No, I think you can guess why I’m here, Lethbridge. I know damn well you’ve seen my challenge. You weren’t cleared for Slaybor Day Weekend, but FAWNMania is coming up, and I have it on good authority, you’ll be cleared soon. So...What do you say, Lethbridge? One more time, you and me...or are you going to run like the chickenshit we all know you are?”
Lydia smirked a little at that and waited for the crowd to shut the hell up before answering. “Well, you little thug,” Her Ladyship began, making sure to twist the knife by calling her “little” again, “I have actually seen your little challenge. Allow me to answer you with a question of my own: Why...should...I?” The crowd groaned as she continued, “Hmm? I’ve already beaten you twice. Hell, I fucking dominated you last month. Why on Earth should I indulge your desire for vengeance when I can, oh, I don’t know, face someone that’s actually won a match on pay per view, and earn myself a shot at a title?” She smirks as the jeers resume. For her part, Kanako remained remarkably calm at this rebuke, and she waited for the noise to die down to respond.
“Really? So that’s it, then?” Lydia shrugged, the smug grin back on her lips. “Heh...I don’t know why I’m surprised. Well, the truth is I’m not. I figured you’d tuck your tail between your legs, and that an appeal to your sense of competition or proving once and for all which of us is the better woman...spoiler alert, it’s me...would fall on deaf ears. So...let’s try a different tack, shall we?”
This had Lydia’s attention and her curiosity. “I’m listening, but my patience is wearing thin, Akiyama.”
“Well, this whole thing started, because you claim I stole six months of your FAWN career.”
“That’s no “claim”, bitch, it’s what happened.” Lydia growled.
Kanako chuckled condescendingly, “Yeah, okay, Princess...Whatever you say. Anyway, I think it’s safe to say that FAWN just might not be big enough for the two of us.” The crowd roared at the thought of what Kanako was implying. “Unfortunately, when I pitched the idea of a loser leaves FAWN match between us, I got shot down right away. Seems they’ve invested too much in both of us to lose either of us. However, I came up with a compromise. Bethany Christian won’t sign off on me leaving FAWN entirely, BUT! How does a little poetic justice sound to you, Lydia?”
“What do you mean, “poetic justice”? And be quick about it! I’m getting bored.”
“Well, it’s simply this: If I lose, I don’t leave FAWN entirely, because the powers that be won’t let that happen...But I WILL be banished to developmental for six months!” The crowd shouted their disapproval of the prospect of losing the Modern Day Ronin for half a year, but Kanako pressed on, “Think about it, Lethbridge. Six months. The same amount of time you claim that I cost you. You can move on to bigger and better things, possibly even winning titles! And while your career flourishes, mine will stagnate, stuck in Bangor for six months, regardless of how successful I am there. Hell, who knows? By the time I come back, perhaps all these people will have even forgotten about me entirely!” The crowd’s response sought to assure her that they would not. “So, what do you say, Lydia? Yes...or no?”
The Black Sheep paused for awhile, seemed to be seriously considering the offer. When she finally spoke, she let out a chuckle. “Congratulations, Akiyama. You found the one carrot to dangle in front of me that I just couldn’t refuse. You and me, at FAWNMania? You’re on.” The crowd popped huge for this announcement. “Better make sure you have something warm packed for Maine, bitch! You’re going to need it after I beat you AGAIN!”
“Don’t you think you should know the match you’re agreeing to before you make idle threats?”
“I don’t give a -”
“I know, I know,” Kanako interrupted her, causing the busty brunette to stomp around the ring in frustration, “but I really think you should hear what’s in store for us at FAWNMania. You see, I want this win to be the absolute last word, and something neither of us can deny. Plus, I honestly want to just beat the hell out of you for as long as I’m able. So, this is going to be best two out of three falls, BUT!! Not just ANY two out of three fall match! The first fall...will be a STREET FIGHT!!”
The crowd roared its approval, along with chants of “KA-NA-KO’S GONNA KIIIILLL YOUUUU!!!”, while Lydia stood in the ring and angrily shouted at her bitter rival.
“The second fall will be a Tables Match!!” Another roar of approval broke out, “And the final fall, if you somehow win a fall...it will be submissions only...INSIDE A STEEL CAGE!!” Another eruption of cheers boomed across the arena. “You had better prepare yourself, Lydia Lethbridge, because at FAWNMania, you’re going to go on a journey with me...through THREE STAGES OF HELL!!!” With that, Kanako threw the microphone down and the two of them stared at each other from across the entranceway, shouting insults and threats to one another, as the audience lost their collective minds at the prospect of what these two women were going to do to each other on FAWN’s grandest stage.