Post by dsb on Jan 22, 2019 0:11:31 GMT
As the Season’s Beatings broadcast gets underway, the FAWNatics at home and in the arena are treated to a video packages highlighting the title matches at the top of the card. The sizzle reel for Lightweight champion Zoe Scott is just getting started when the proceedings are interrupted by one Bianca Simpson.
BIANCA SIMPSON
Dressed for battle in her red one piece with white pads and boots, Bianca marches down the entrance ramp with a confidence that belies her ignominious win/loss record. There are a few exasperated groans when she plucks a spare microphone from the broadcast table and climbs into the ring, but Simpson shuts down the smattering of naysayers with a single, pointed observation.
“I’m sparing you guys from seeing more of her,” the blonde says as she points at Zoe’s image on the FAWNtron.
The Dubai Diva is such a disliked figure that the fans can’t help but agree, and they give Bianca a lukewarm and somewhat reluctant round of applause for banishing Scott from their thoughts for the time being. The crowd quiets down within a few seconds, and Simpson takes that as her cue to speak her mind.
“I’ll get straight to the point guys, I’m pretty darn P.O.ed about what happened the last time I was here,” Bianca starts. “Not at Maria, mind you. She’s an asshole and a cheat who attacked me when my back was turned, but you know what? That one’s on me. I should have known that someone like her would use underhanded tactics when faced with a superior wrestler like myself. Oh, sure, she picked up the one-two-three, but you know what? I’m counting that one as a victory. A MORAL victory. I think we ALL know how things would’ve gone if she had the cojones to face me in a fair fight.”
“I don’t think you know what cojones means,” a random fan chimes in from the front row, but Simpson duly ignores the woman.
“Now who does make me upset is the front office, and every other woman on the roster,” Bianca continues, her voice tinged by anger. “Would you BELIEVE that Bethany Christian left me off the card completely? Me! One of the defining faces of the New Era!”
The FAWNatics have no idea how to react to that proclamation, so they simply don’t, and Simpson deftly spins their stony-faced silence to her advantage.
“I know, right?! I was speechless too!” Bianca self-righteously huffs. “But what really upsets me -- what really, really gets my goat -- is that no one had the intestinal fortitude to step up to the Bianca Simpson Open Challenge. Is there NO ONE willing to make her name by stepping into the ring with me? Is there NO ONE with the fire? Is there NO ONE with the pride? Is there NO ONE with the honor to --”
DOOMSDAY JESUS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8KIdzgV83Y
The assembled masses explode in thankful applause for the Black Label Society anthem, signalling the arrival of Kanako Akiyama.
KANAKO AKIYAMA
Bianca stares wide-eyed at the stage as the Modern Day Ronin storms the stage to dueling chants from the FAWN faithful.
“THANK YOU KA-NA-KO!!!”
“KA-NA-KO’S GONNA KIIIIIILLLL YOU!!!”
“THANK YOU KA-NA-KO!!!”
“KA-NA-KO’S GONNA KIIIIIILLLL YOU!!!”
Bianca cups her hands over her ears to try and block out the fans’ taunting as Kanako makes her way down the entrance ramp. Given the suddenness of the challenge, Kanako was not wearing the kimono that had become a regular part of her entrance gear, though she is wearing her now signature kabuki mask, which a smattering of her fans in the crowd are now also wearing - FAWN has started selling the masks both online and at live events - in support of their beloved warrior. She is clad in her as-of-late normal ring gear of a black halter top with purple trim and matching boy-cut shorts and fishnet stockings. Her signature black fingerless mma-style gloves and red wrestling shoes complete the outfit. She climbs into the ring and settles into a nearby corner, slowly removing the kabuki mask and flinging it into the crowd like a frisbee. It is at that point that Bianca, still looking at Kanako with barely concealed trepidation, gasps and takes a few steps back and Merle, who was moving in for his pre-match inspection, stops in his tracks, a look of horror on his face.
The painted kabuki mask that Kanako had worn since her final match with Lydia Lethbridge appeared all but shattered now, as if it had endured every blow, every indignity and dirty trick that had been thrown at her and every bit of the violence with which she had reciprocated. It hung in cracked, streaky fragments from her cheeks that seemed about to fall away into the trail of destruction she'd left in her wake since the day she finally sent Lethbridge packing.
But the detail that most captivated the crowd was the eerily detailed hole, just the diameter of a nine-millimeter bullet, decorating the center of her forehead. Scarlet streaks ran down from it, trickling across the bridge of her nose and curling under her eyes, clinging and streaking along the fractured remnants of her mask.
Just what in the hell, they were left to wonder, was Kanako doing to herself?
“K...Kanako?” Merle asks with a shaky voice as he dares to take a step towards her. He is crestfallen when he sees no recognition on Kanako’s face, nor in her eyes, as she tilts her head, looking at the referee curiously. She then holds her hands out to the referee, allowing him to perform his pre match duties. As Merle carefully pats the Tokyo Tiger down, Bianca bravely steps to the center of the ring.
“Thank goodness!” Bianca finally speaks up, “Finally, an opponent I won’t have to worry about watching out for cheating and dirty fighting! Though you’re a little on the smallish side for this to be a fair fight. You won’t hold it against me after I win, right?” She holds out her hand for a pre match handshake. The Modern Day Ronin turns her attention from the oddly handsome man in front of her to the blonde across the ring, and a spark of remembrance flashes in her mind and a single word escapes her lips.
“...FAWNMania…”
Bianca blinks, seeing Kanako’s lips move, but not hearing what she’d said. In the blink of an eye, Kanako is upon her, pushing past Merle, who scrambles to recover and signal for the opening bell, which sounds just as Kanako launches herself at the hapless Cornell dropout, twisting in midair to deliver her pele knee strike that she’s dubbed Turning Suicide.
TURNING SUICIDE (could only find a regular pele kick): www.youtube.com/watch?v=OlCMeXM9Xd8
Like a surgeon’s scalpel, Kanako’s knee nails Bianca right between the eyes, and the blonde jobber drops like a stone, quite possibly knocked out completely, straightaway. The Modern Day Ronin doesn’t give Merle a chance to check on her, however, as she pulls her limp body up by one of her one-piece’s shoulder straps. The dazed and wobbly blonde can barely stand, but the Japanese fighter doesn’t give her a chance to find her feet, as she stuffs Bianca’s head in between her thighs, wraps her arms around her waist, and lifts her up so that she’s upside down. Bianca doesn’t even have the wherewithal to beg for mercy before Kanako sends her crashing to the mat, head-first, with a jumping piledriver! Bianca’s punishment is not over, though, as Kanako rolls through the piledriver, not letting the blonde grappler go, and pulling her back to her feet before lifting her up and launching into another jumping piledriver...and then another...and then another…
MULTIPLE PILEDRIVERS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZarIpI_uzSI
The crowd cheers the Modern Day Ronin on raucously, the cheers dwindling with each successive piedriver as more of them realize oh, she’s still going….OH MY GOD, SHE’S NOT STOPPING!!! Merle looks on helplessly, worried not only for Bianca’s well-being, but for Kanako’s psyche as well. But he is frozen in his tracks, unwilling to get in Kanako’s way and invite her ire upon himself. FINALLY, after the sixth consecutive piledriver, Kanako releases her victim and quickly ascends to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. After taking a moment to steady herself, she takes to the skies, launching herself at Simpson with her graceful but brutal Run Her Through finisher.
RUN HER THROUGH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=NzxT0GLfKzg
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
By the third ring of the bell, Kanako has rolled off of Bianca and out of the ring. Damage done, she marches, stone-faced, to the back before the ring announcer makes the result of the “match” official. Meanwhile, Merle just as quickly signals for medical assistance from the back. As the EMTs rush to ringside, a hush comes over the crowd. Bianca might’ve been annoying, and she might’ve been disliked...but most of the FAWN faithful didn’t want…this...to befall her. The crowd engages in mild supportive applause for Bianca as she’s loaded onto a stretcher and taken away to the waiting ambulance.
BIANCA SIMPSON
Dressed for battle in her red one piece with white pads and boots, Bianca marches down the entrance ramp with a confidence that belies her ignominious win/loss record. There are a few exasperated groans when she plucks a spare microphone from the broadcast table and climbs into the ring, but Simpson shuts down the smattering of naysayers with a single, pointed observation.
“I’m sparing you guys from seeing more of her,” the blonde says as she points at Zoe’s image on the FAWNtron.
The Dubai Diva is such a disliked figure that the fans can’t help but agree, and they give Bianca a lukewarm and somewhat reluctant round of applause for banishing Scott from their thoughts for the time being. The crowd quiets down within a few seconds, and Simpson takes that as her cue to speak her mind.
“I’ll get straight to the point guys, I’m pretty darn P.O.ed about what happened the last time I was here,” Bianca starts. “Not at Maria, mind you. She’s an asshole and a cheat who attacked me when my back was turned, but you know what? That one’s on me. I should have known that someone like her would use underhanded tactics when faced with a superior wrestler like myself. Oh, sure, she picked up the one-two-three, but you know what? I’m counting that one as a victory. A MORAL victory. I think we ALL know how things would’ve gone if she had the cojones to face me in a fair fight.”
“I don’t think you know what cojones means,” a random fan chimes in from the front row, but Simpson duly ignores the woman.
“Now who does make me upset is the front office, and every other woman on the roster,” Bianca continues, her voice tinged by anger. “Would you BELIEVE that Bethany Christian left me off the card completely? Me! One of the defining faces of the New Era!”
The FAWNatics have no idea how to react to that proclamation, so they simply don’t, and Simpson deftly spins their stony-faced silence to her advantage.
“I know, right?! I was speechless too!” Bianca self-righteously huffs. “But what really upsets me -- what really, really gets my goat -- is that no one had the intestinal fortitude to step up to the Bianca Simpson Open Challenge. Is there NO ONE willing to make her name by stepping into the ring with me? Is there NO ONE with the fire? Is there NO ONE with the pride? Is there NO ONE with the honor to --”
DOOMSDAY JESUS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8KIdzgV83Y
The assembled masses explode in thankful applause for the Black Label Society anthem, signalling the arrival of Kanako Akiyama.
KANAKO AKIYAMA
Bianca stares wide-eyed at the stage as the Modern Day Ronin storms the stage to dueling chants from the FAWN faithful.
“THANK YOU KA-NA-KO!!!”
“KA-NA-KO’S GONNA KIIIIIILLLL YOU!!!”
“THANK YOU KA-NA-KO!!!”
“KA-NA-KO’S GONNA KIIIIIILLLL YOU!!!”
Bianca cups her hands over her ears to try and block out the fans’ taunting as Kanako makes her way down the entrance ramp. Given the suddenness of the challenge, Kanako was not wearing the kimono that had become a regular part of her entrance gear, though she is wearing her now signature kabuki mask, which a smattering of her fans in the crowd are now also wearing - FAWN has started selling the masks both online and at live events - in support of their beloved warrior. She is clad in her as-of-late normal ring gear of a black halter top with purple trim and matching boy-cut shorts and fishnet stockings. Her signature black fingerless mma-style gloves and red wrestling shoes complete the outfit. She climbs into the ring and settles into a nearby corner, slowly removing the kabuki mask and flinging it into the crowd like a frisbee. It is at that point that Bianca, still looking at Kanako with barely concealed trepidation, gasps and takes a few steps back and Merle, who was moving in for his pre-match inspection, stops in his tracks, a look of horror on his face.
The painted kabuki mask that Kanako had worn since her final match with Lydia Lethbridge appeared all but shattered now, as if it had endured every blow, every indignity and dirty trick that had been thrown at her and every bit of the violence with which she had reciprocated. It hung in cracked, streaky fragments from her cheeks that seemed about to fall away into the trail of destruction she'd left in her wake since the day she finally sent Lethbridge packing.
But the detail that most captivated the crowd was the eerily detailed hole, just the diameter of a nine-millimeter bullet, decorating the center of her forehead. Scarlet streaks ran down from it, trickling across the bridge of her nose and curling under her eyes, clinging and streaking along the fractured remnants of her mask.
Just what in the hell, they were left to wonder, was Kanako doing to herself?
“K...Kanako?” Merle asks with a shaky voice as he dares to take a step towards her. He is crestfallen when he sees no recognition on Kanako’s face, nor in her eyes, as she tilts her head, looking at the referee curiously. She then holds her hands out to the referee, allowing him to perform his pre match duties. As Merle carefully pats the Tokyo Tiger down, Bianca bravely steps to the center of the ring.
“Thank goodness!” Bianca finally speaks up, “Finally, an opponent I won’t have to worry about watching out for cheating and dirty fighting! Though you’re a little on the smallish side for this to be a fair fight. You won’t hold it against me after I win, right?” She holds out her hand for a pre match handshake. The Modern Day Ronin turns her attention from the oddly handsome man in front of her to the blonde across the ring, and a spark of remembrance flashes in her mind and a single word escapes her lips.
“...FAWNMania…”
Bianca blinks, seeing Kanako’s lips move, but not hearing what she’d said. In the blink of an eye, Kanako is upon her, pushing past Merle, who scrambles to recover and signal for the opening bell, which sounds just as Kanako launches herself at the hapless Cornell dropout, twisting in midair to deliver her pele knee strike that she’s dubbed Turning Suicide.
TURNING SUICIDE (could only find a regular pele kick): www.youtube.com/watch?v=OlCMeXM9Xd8
Like a surgeon’s scalpel, Kanako’s knee nails Bianca right between the eyes, and the blonde jobber drops like a stone, quite possibly knocked out completely, straightaway. The Modern Day Ronin doesn’t give Merle a chance to check on her, however, as she pulls her limp body up by one of her one-piece’s shoulder straps. The dazed and wobbly blonde can barely stand, but the Japanese fighter doesn’t give her a chance to find her feet, as she stuffs Bianca’s head in between her thighs, wraps her arms around her waist, and lifts her up so that she’s upside down. Bianca doesn’t even have the wherewithal to beg for mercy before Kanako sends her crashing to the mat, head-first, with a jumping piledriver! Bianca’s punishment is not over, though, as Kanako rolls through the piledriver, not letting the blonde grappler go, and pulling her back to her feet before lifting her up and launching into another jumping piledriver...and then another...and then another…
MULTIPLE PILEDRIVERS: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZarIpI_uzSI
The crowd cheers the Modern Day Ronin on raucously, the cheers dwindling with each successive piedriver as more of them realize oh, she’s still going….OH MY GOD, SHE’S NOT STOPPING!!! Merle looks on helplessly, worried not only for Bianca’s well-being, but for Kanako’s psyche as well. But he is frozen in his tracks, unwilling to get in Kanako’s way and invite her ire upon himself. FINALLY, after the sixth consecutive piledriver, Kanako releases her victim and quickly ascends to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. After taking a moment to steady herself, she takes to the skies, launching herself at Simpson with her graceful but brutal Run Her Through finisher.
RUN HER THROUGH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=NzxT0GLfKzg
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
By the third ring of the bell, Kanako has rolled off of Bianca and out of the ring. Damage done, she marches, stone-faced, to the back before the ring announcer makes the result of the “match” official. Meanwhile, Merle just as quickly signals for medical assistance from the back. As the EMTs rush to ringside, a hush comes over the crowd. Bianca might’ve been annoying, and she might’ve been disliked...but most of the FAWN faithful didn’t want…this...to befall her. The crowd engages in mild supportive applause for Bianca as she’s loaded onto a stretcher and taken away to the waiting ambulance.