Post by dsb on Jun 14, 2019 0:47:48 GMT
Already buzzing after the first few encounters, the sold-out Mayhem crowd went cacophonous with disdain when the lights dimmed and a bright, blood-red disc filled the FAWNtron. Accompanied by Oriental strings, Reiko Ohno strode into view with the Invasion’s mouthpiece at her side. Settling into place shoulder to shoulder with her charge, Yuko Ogura took a moment to murmur something in the former Eurasian Champion’s ear. This presumed advice was followed by Ogura snapping an invisible stick in her hands, the sight of it raising a malevolent smile on Reiko’s lips. More than ready to carry out Yuko’s plan, Ohno started down the ramp with the motor-mouthed general accompanying her every step of the way.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, accompanied by Yuko Ogura, hailing from Yokohama Japan she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Representing the Asian Invasion, she is the Cyclone, the Samurai… REIKO OHNO!”
REIKO OHNO:
The duo feigned a bow to the crowd, only to pull back with identical middle fingers that did nothing to dull the thunderous boos. For tonight’s bit of Mayhem, Yuko had chosen a conservative charcoal grey suit and skirt, though the careful observer noted her choice of flats did not preclude the possibility of some physical interjection, should the need (or mood) arise. As for Reiko, she wore a cream-colored terrycloth top that crossed her breasts tightly, and left her shoulders uncovered, while her biceps were also covered by the cloth. She wore similarly hued material as hand wraps (suspicious in any situation, but especially so when Yuko was involved). Below the same material was in a thin ring that formed a tiny set of boy-cut trunks that slipped well below the top of her hips and barely covered her glutes. She wore black boots and pads to finish the eye-catching attire.
The destructive duo stormed the aisle, Yuko chattering to her charge, both women keeping clear of the extended arms. As they reached the squared circle, Yuko guided her Cyclone to the steps and led her up. She waited for Ohno to pass her and for the Japanese beauty to ‘open’ the ring ropes for her boss. Ogura slipped through and moved to the middle not bothering to return the favor for Reiko who offered the crowd a tempting view of her flawless golden glutes.
Claiming a mic from a FAWN tech in the blink of an eye, Ogura spun in a circle so she could point a demanding index finger at each and every individual within the sound of her voice. “Silence! Silence when I am speaking!” This did not go over well, but Yuko plowed on in spite of the noise. “Tonight my Invasion begins a new campaign! One that will bring more gold, domination and destruction than ever before! And it will be built on the broken spirit of a former World Champion!” Ogura turned to the stage, her eyes tossing sparks while Reiko loomed on her six. “So stop hiding, little gangster. Come down here and face the wrath of my Cyclone!” The Invasion’s general tossed the stick aside and ushered Ohno to the far corner for some last minute strategizing.
Silence reigned for a few seconds before the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. Making her return to the FAWN Arena, she is the Magnificent Moll, the Pinstripe Powerhouse, a most Dangerous Dame indeed… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The view washed to noir-ish black and white in an instant, but the sound remained quite modern, as evidenced by the deafening roar from the FAWNatics. Accompanied by Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse stormed through the curtain, paused atop the stage and flicked her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson braced against one thigh. “It’s good to be home.” Treymane said after nudging the brim of the fedora with the barrel of her barking iron. “Now, let’s get to work, shall we?” With that she leveled the Thompson at the aisle and let loose with a blistering line of pyro. Releasing the trigger only when the drum clicked empty, Veronica dropped the barking iron to her side and made quick time toward the squared circle.
For her first FAWN PPV after a long tour of Europe and Asia, the Destroyer-class blonde sported the classic gray & white version of her boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual. Making her way up the steps with her Thompson angled over one shoulder, ‘Ronnie doffed her Fedora and set it on the ring-post before handing the ordinance over to Merle the referee.
“Good to see you again, Veronica. This place has been too quiet without the Thompson.”
“Well then, I guess it’s time to make some noise, Shamus.” Treymane took a quick look around, scanning the ringside area for any lurking Invaders while Merle checked her pads and boots. “Or maybe I’ll just shut Yuko up once and for all. Either way, this is gonna be the cat’s meow.”
Reiko didn’t need Yuko’s orders to get her out of the corner when the bell sounded, she went straight for the former World Champion like she was magnetized. Veronica approached with equal enthusiasm. The European Tour had been revitalizing after the disappointment of coming up short at last year’s ‘Mania, but the FAWN Arena was unquestionably her home turf and she was eager to trim the Daisies that’d grown tall and insolent in her absence.
Hands raised high well before she reached the blonde, Ohno lashed out with a quick kick at Treymane’s right thigh, but the Pinstripe Powerhouse raised that leg to absorb it with her shin. Unfazed, Reiko would’ve repeated the tactic if Veronica hadn’t forced her to defend against an identical kick in identical fashion. “I’ve been waiting for this match for a long time, punk.” the Samurai admitted as they began to circle. “Tonight I’m finally going to do what that poseur bytch Suguitan could never accomplish.”
The left corner of ‘Ronnie’s mouth curved up in a small smile. “Oh, what’s that Reiko?”
Ohno’s answering smirk was far more unpleasant. “I’m going to whip your overrated ass ALL OVER this ring before I knock you out.”
Treymane snorted, stepped back and raised her head, offering the brunette her chin. “Take your shot if you think you can land it.” she demanded. After a pause she raised her right hand to the rafters. “Or maybe you’ve got what it takes to make me kneel? Do you have what it takes, Daisy? If you have to ask Yuko, the answer’s probably NGH!”
Reiko’s second kick caught the blonde’s right thigh with a meaty thud, but there was no chance for celebration as the Neo-Noir Knockout immediately punished Ohno’s sleek bronze stem with a kick of her own! “You drop Alexis’ name, then show me that weak sister crap?” Treymane snapped as Reiko bared her teeth. “She’s tougher than you’ll ever--”
CRAAACK!
Ohno swiveled her head with a Bytch Slap that earned applause from Yuko and an ‘Oooohhh’ from the Mayhem crowd. “Watch your tone, bytch.” the Cyclone hissed. “Or I’ll kick that pretty little face of yours into the--”
CRAAACK!
Veronica retaliated with a slap of her own, the shot turning Ohno in a rough quarter circle. “Been away for eight months, cupcake.” Treymane huffed while Reiko rubbed at her stinging cheek. “And I didn’t come back to exchange slaps. You want to fight, let’s figERRGGGHH!”
Reiko must’ve wanted to fight because she caught the big blonde across the back of the neck with a Muy Thai clasp and pulled her down so she could thum-thum-thum-THUMP a series of Kneelifts into Treymane’s strong tummy! “Yeah, let’s get you mouth breathing, baby.” the Japanese battler chided, her glutes churning with those left-right-left attacks. “Get you nice and winded before I REALLY start showcasNNNHHHH!”
Veronica got her hands up, swatted Ohno’s encroaching knee down, then pounded two quick punches into her tummy. The grasp on her neck loosened without falling away, so Treymane cinched her arms around the smaller wrestler’s upper thighs. Hands knotted just beneath the swell of Reiko’s glutes, Veronica lifted her off her feet and promptly sank to one knee to THUMP Ohno’s undercarriage against her encroaching thigh. Yuko complained of a Low Blow but no one paid it any attention, least of all Reiko, who’d been swept off her feet and drawn into a grinding tummy on tummy Bear Hug!
Dragging her knotted hands across the hollow of Ohno’s back, ‘Ronnie treated her foe to a bout of brisk rag-dolling, then hopped in place, turning as she did so to increase the pain of the hold while simultaneously showing off her foe to the whole of the Arena. “What are you gonna do now, Daisy?” Treymane kept one cheek pressed to Reiko’s chest so the squirming brunette couldn’t fight free with punches or elbows. “’Lexis would never let me show her off like this so early in a match. Maybe you’re not quite as good as you EERRRGGHH HAIR! HAIR!”
Treymane’s accusation did nothing to slow the brunette’s double-fisted hair-pulling, nor did Merle’s count for that matter. It wasn’t until Ohno managed to force her head back at a sharp angle and thus deliver a short Headbutt that the Samurai relinquished her grip. Arms stretched out in a wide ‘T’ shape, she brought her palms together with a resounding CLAP that also smashed her forearms into the former World Champion’s ears! That in combination with the Headbutt and the briefest bit of forehead-gnawing freed Ohno from the blonde’s grasp, Reiko returning to the canvas set slightly to Treymane’s left.
Freedom did not mean respite however, not for Reiko and certainly not ‘Ronnie. Twining her right leg over the blonde’s left thigh (the Invader careful to wedge her shin against her foe’s calf) Ohno leaned over the broad expanse of Treymane’s back, caught hold of her right arm and wrenched it back far enough to tuck beneath her left armpit. Already unpleasant, the arrangement grew downright agonizing when Reiko slung her left leg over the back of Dangerous Dame’s neck and pushed down while simultaneously craaaaaaaaanking on the trapped arm.
OCTOPUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYy5TBQS1T8
“You belong to the Invasion now, bytch!” Ohno barked over the concerned roar of the crowd. “Tap out or I’ll break your arm!” she jostled Veronica’s wrist to prove the seriousness of her threat.
“What do you say, ‘Ronnie?” Merle asked once several half steps only turned the Iformer World Champ in an awkward half circle. “Should I call it?”
“Nuuuuhhh, no way Merle.” Treymane muttered at once. “Daisy’s grabbed me, doesn’t mean she’s gonna hang OW! OW! OW! Oh you bytch, you’re going to pay for that!”
Reiko, who’d halved her Wristlock to rain dozens of swats down upon the blonde’s buns, patted them possessively, then raked her from one side to the other before finishing off with three hard SLAPS! “I SAID you belong to the Invasion now, gaijin.” Ohno purred. “Now are you going to admit it or do I have to scratch my name in your fat ass?”
“You’re gonna have to do a helluva lot more than just talk about it, DaisAAARRRRRRRRRRHHHHH!”
Fed up with the delay, Reiko snatched a handful of those pinstriped briefs and transformed them into something far more revealing via a salacious, sawing wedgie that earned jeers from everywhere save the rapscallions in Section 1408. “How humiliating this must be for you!” Ohno taunted the struggling blonde. “From triumphant return to blubbering surrender in less than five minutes! Do you think you’ll actually bother to pick the wedgie out of your ass before you rush out of the buildWHOOOAAAANNNGHHH!”
The wedgie might’ve been eye catching, unfortunately it also divided her attention enough for Veronica to spin out from under the encroaching leg! Stuffing her noggin between the Samurai’s legs as soon as she was clear, Treymane cupped her hands over the back of Reiko’s thighs and straightened up so that the tawny-skinned brunette was draped down her back like a flailing, sentient cape. Yuko advised she extricate herself from this position with all due haste and Ohno didn’t disagree, unfortunately she couldn’t follow the order before the Pinstripe Powerhouse snapped forward and down, ‘Ronnie bending over double to THAWHUMP the former Eurasian Champion deposited on the back of her head and shoulders via a vicious Alabama Slam!
ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Umsa-BTWsFw
The landing put Reiko’s ankles somewhere north of her head and left her in prime position for pinning, but Veronica didn’t even consider it. Instead she ‘snapped’ her distended briefs back into place, then grabbed Ohno’s ankles and tucked them under her armpits. Hands clasped to craft a snug loop, Treymane lifted Reiko up ‘til she was balanced on her shoulders, then said, “Haven’t disappeared through the curtain yet, Daisy.”
“Don’t worry, little girl.” Reiko huffed. “The night is still yoOOOOHHHHHAAAAARRRRRHHHH!”
‘Ronnie rolled the brunette onto her stomach, stepped over and sat down DEEP, the strong curve of her glutes settling comfortably into the hollow of Ohno’s back. “Yeah, the night is still young.” Treymane smirked as she bobbled in place to exacerbate the pressure on the Boston Crab. “Bet that’s not as comforting now as it was a few seconds ago, is it, sweetie?”
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9eZoYoJGxM
Reiko didn’t answer, she was either flailing at the canvas or tugging on her own hair to keep from submitting to the blonde’s agonizing stretch. Yuko shouted encouragement from her place on the outside, the diminutive executive grabbing the bottom rope in both hands and shaking it to show her Cyclone that freedom was just a short crawl away. Easier said than done, alas. Treymane had the Crab applied in the center of the squared circle and her weight advantage meant the brunette would have the devil’s own time making any headway. Even so, Ohno slowly but surely pushed up on her forearms before shifting to her palms. This allowed her to rise higher still and though it actually made the hold worse, she endured because it allowed her to pull and drag their combined weight across that long stretch of canvas.
Veronica felt them starting to move and looked over her shoulder to get a bead on where Reiko was leading them, but that was about it. She never tried to halt their progress or power them back to start, she just kept her butt snugged in above Ohno’s for the next fifteen seconds or so. A second backward glance confirmed Reiko was no less than six inches from salvation, so the Dangerous Dame tossed the smaller wrestler’s left leg aside to focus on the right. And in this case Half Crab didn’t mean half the hurt. If anything Reiko wailed a little louder when the former World Champion slid her perch north so that she was sitting with all her weight atop Ohno’s shoulders!
“OOOOOOWWWWWW YOU BYTCH!” Reiko bellowed in anguish, her jailbreak frozen only inches from her fingertips.
“Too much, Daisy?” Veronica taunted. “You could always--”
“BREAK!” Yuko shouted the word loud enough to make ‘Ronnie cringe. “BREAK THE HOLD, SHE’S IN THE ROPES!
Merle and her own eyes told Treymane that Ogura spoke the truth, though the lack of anything like a final lunge from Reiko suggested that the Invasion’s executive might’ve provided Ohno a bit of an assist. Veronica started to rise, then sat down again, the Pinstripe Powerhouse earning angry shrieks from both brunettes when she scrubbed her buns against the nape of Reiko’s neck. “Count it for me, would ya Shamus?” Merle obliged her and Treymane broke away at ‘FOUR!’ though she made sure to punctuate each number with a stinging slap to Ohno’s coppery glutes.
“Disqualify her! Disqualify her right now!” Yuko barked at the official in the midst of helping the Cyclone ease herself out onto the apron.
“Hear that, Reiko? Management doesn’t think you can beat me fair and square, that’s why she’s so eager to get you a cheap win!” Veronica chided the former Eurasian Champion.
Not about to take that sort of insolence from gaijin trash, Yuko sprang onto the apron and pointed an imperious finger at Treymane. “You shut up! Shut up or I deal with you myself!”
Veronica arched an eyebrow. “That a fact, Daisy? Go ahead and c’mon on in if you’d like. Looks like your Cyclone’s gonna need a few--”
Reiko straightened up and growled, “Shut your mouth, trash. This fight is between you and I.”
Veronica’s smile faded at once. “What was that, Daisy?”
“I said you’re trash. Just like disgusting sociopath sis--”
Treymane lunged in, caught Ohno by the head and would’ve tossed her over the top rope if the brunette hadn’t anchored an arm around the rubber-coated steel. Twisting away when ‘Ronnie moved shifted to reset her grip, Yuko’s Samurai hopped up, leaned sideways and THWHACKED her right foot across her opponent’s forehead! Treymane reeled backward, her usually sturdy legs stepping in fencepost holes as she tried to regain her equilibrium. T’was a task well within her reach if given world enough and time, unfortunately Ohno wasn’t willing to give her either. Hands cinched around the top rope, Reiko leaned back as far as she could, then leapt onto the rubber-coated steel and used it to launch herself at the reeling blonde. Treymane heard the crowd before she saw Ohno coming and as a result she looked up a heartbeat before the Invader’s raised right knee caught her above the left eye!
SPRINGBOARD KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U4C-kZuogyY
The Gorgeous Gangster spun in a circle en route to a facedown landing on the deck, a position she enjoyed for all of two seconds. Then Ohno had her by the ankles, all the better to draaaaaaaaaaaag her into the center of the ring, where she rolled the woozy blonde onto her back. Yuko was suggesting (read: screaming) her charge go for a cover, but Reiko had other ideas. Running the ropes to Veronica’s left, she hopped up, landed on the middle strand and launched herself backward in a gorgeous flip that brought every bit of her hundred and twenty-five THWHAMMING down atop Treymane’s heaving chest! The blonde’s legs bounced up on impact so Ohno hooked the far one in a tight cradle that allowed her to SLAP Veronica’s hapless haunches in time with the count of…
SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4Pm9bU2SjM
ONE…
TWO…
The Pinstripe Powerhouse pushed her attacker away a whisper after ‘TWO!’ and immediately rolled onto her stomach to defend against a follow-up “NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Reiko kicked a leg straight forward and dropped to her tush to THWHUMP the back of that thigh across the nape of her opponent’s neck. “Anything to say now, bytch?” Ohno barked over the patter of ‘Ronnie’s boots against the canvas. “Actually, hold it for now. I’d rather hear it when you’re trying to fight back tears.”
On that note she stood up and moved to Treymane’s feet, where she laid claim to the blonde’s right ankle. Facing away from her grounded adversary, Ohno folded the lower limb up, then threaded her own right leg around it so that ‘Ronnie’s shin was snug against the back of her thigh and her shin was braced against Treymane’s calf. A simple knot, yet one that held quite tight when the Samurai dropped to one knee and bent backward in a sinuous bridge to lace her hands under the blonde’s chin. Balanced on her tiptoe and the crown of her skull, Reiko yanked Veronica’s head back and forth for several seconds before she craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked up to put that much more pressure on her foe’s neck.
MUTA LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FpUNNXHmLs
“Give up!” Ohno demanded. “Surrender this ring to the Asian Invasion!”
Shaking her head ‘no’ was out of the question with the Muta Lock applied so tight, so Treymane waggled a finger ‘no’ to tell Merle she wasn’t going anywhere. “Don’t try to play tuff with me, gaijin.” Reiko sneered. “I’ll make you scream!” She halved the Chinlock, slipped two fingers into the side of Veronica’s mouth and stretched it by a few inches with a vicious Fishhook!
The Dangerous Dame did indeed wail, but she didn’t submit, which only made Ohno more eager to hear the magic words. Extricating the hook a few seconds later, she slipped those fingers into Treymane’s nostrils and yanked back! “I said submit!” the Cyclone hissed. “Don’t make me mangle this pretty little face!” ‘Ronnie didn’t bother burning oxygen on words, instead she sank her claws into the mat and began to draaaaaaaaag both wrestlers toward the nearest set of strands. Ohno didn’t care for that much at all and she expressed her displeasure by bobbling and jouncing Veronica’s poor noggin every inch of the way. Despite this, Treymane’s progress remained steady and in less than ten seconds she was reaching for the--
Yuko snatched the bottom rope and pulled it back, creating almost another foot for the Gorgeous Gangster to traverse! The FAWNatics protested this treachery at once however Merle remained oblivious not due to inattention on his part but because he was focused on Ohno’s illegal face mauling. “Off the face, Reiko!” the official cajoled. “The Chinlock’s fine, but ya can’t tear at her face!”
“What, you mean like this?” Ohno stopped pulling so she could twist the blonde’s nose like a radio dial! ‘Ronnie lurched forward, wailed something that might’ve been ropes but she was still a few inches shy thanks to Ogura’s snickering machinations.
“I mean it, Reiko! Off the face or I’ll make you break the hold! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Ohno segued back to the Chinlock with half a heartbeat to spare and cranked up with enough vitriol to force both of Treymane’s hands flat to the canvas. Eventually the Dangerous Dame raised her right hand and reached forward, prompting Reiko to bark, “Ask her! The bytch is about to qu--”
Veronica gave a final lurch and grabbed the bottom rope, much to the disgust of the Invasion’s management. As for Reiko, she abandoned the Muta Lock without prompting and immediately got all up in Merle’s business, the infuriated Samurai backing him all the way to the center of the ring. “Who do you think you are with that fast count, huh? I’ve got every right to work that hold however I see fit and I’m not going to let your OBVIOUS BIAS ruin a chance at a marquee win!”
It went on and on in that vein, Reiko occasionally shifting her position to better berate the zebra and obscure his view of Yuko choking Veronica over the bottom rope!
This under the radar mugging continued unabated for almost fifteen seconds. Only then did the crowd noise reach such a level that Ogura was forced to relent so as to be a respectable distance from the sputtering blonde when Merle finally turned around.
Knowing there was nothing the idiot could pin on her or Yuko, Ohno rushed by the ref to hop out onto the apron directly behind the recovering battler. Dead silent while she lurked in ‘Ronnie’s blind spot, Reiko sank into a deep crouch and waited until the former World Champ clambered to boot-leather. Then she vaulted up ‘n over, laced both hands over Treymane’s chin and laid out flat to THAWHAM the gaijin on the back of her head and shoulders with an impactful Slingshot Neckbreaker! Veronica bounced up, twisted to one side and got shoved right back down so Ohno could stretch out in a snug Crossbody good for…
SLINGSHOT NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rzup8hBrR1g
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The fury of the Invasion mingled with the delight of the Mayhemer’s when Veronica stretched out a leg and laid that ankle on the bottom rope to halt the count! “She is finished!” Yuko shouted at her fuming charge. “Now break her spirit in the middle of the ring!”
Ohno didn’t need to be told twice, she hair-hauled Treymane to her feet, slapped the blonde’s mouth for good measure, then collected a wrist and sent her hurtling to the opposite side of the squared circle. Reiko didn’t let her make the trip alone though, she followed to mid-ring where she posted up to await Veronica’s return. Arms stretched wide, Ohno leaned to the right, ‘smecked’ her arms around Treymane’s waist and Gutwrenched her up, over and down, a full two hundred and seventy degrees of back-breaking NOT TONIGHT!
The Pinstripe Powerhouse twisted free of Reiko’s grip to land on her feet directly in front of the startled brun--
Ohno jabbed a Savate Kick into the blonde’s belly, doubling her over. Hands on Treymane’s shoulders, Ohno sneered, “Not tonight, bytch. Tonight you belong to the Invasion!” She hopped over ‘Ronnie’s head to land atop her back, Reiko immediately threading her legs beneath the blonde’s biceps and rolled through for a Yoshi Ton-‘OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!’
Treymane cupped her hands over Ohno’s heels and straightened up, effectively neutralizing the Yoshi Tonic without letting Reiko leave her suddenly much more vertical perch. Yuko had enough time to shout a warning, then ‘Ronnie snapped forward and down, slinging Ohno back the way she’d came, only now the Gorgeous Gangster cinched her arms around the brunette’s upper thighs and dropped to her knees to DRIVE the Samurai down on the back of her head and shoulders with a Mad Scientist Bomb from deep in left field! Folded in half following the devastating reversal, Reiko kicked her legs fitfully, instinctually trying to fight off her shoulders before the…
MAD SCIENTIST BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cr2W9CUDYBM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Treymane sensed the Invader about to roll free so she lent a hand by pulling away from the Matchbook and shoving Ohno onto all fours. Helping herself to the brunette’s hair with a bit more enthusiasm than she’d normally allow, the Neo-Noir Knockout dragged the both of ‘em to their feet just to double Reiko over with a Toe Kick to the belly. A Standing Headscissors and Waistlock followed, the combination of both making it quite easy for the former World Champion to hoist Ohno upside down. The Cyclone’s legs draped over Treymane’s shoulders in a way Yuko didn’t much care for so she demanded an immediate escape, unfortunately the words were still leaving her lips when Treymane kicked both legs forward and dropped to her tush to THAWHONK her foe’s noggin into the deck courtesy of a Sit-Out Piledriver!
SIT-OUT PILEDRIVER @ 00:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNeemGi0qv8
Reiko flopped to one side and curled into a ball, knees somewhere around her chest while both arms swaddled her thrumming skull. Yuko demanded she rise so Treymane obliged her, the blonde seizing the Invader’s wrist to lift her in a series of fits and starts. Controlling Ohno’s wrist with one hand, ‘Ronnie put the other between her shoulders and sent her brunette to the ropes with an Irish Whip. Or rather she started to before planting her heels and reeling Reiko on, Treymane snaking her left arm around Ohno’s throat to grip her right bicep while that hand cupped the back of the Samurai’s skull.
Sleeper Hold, Veronica Treymane to Reiko Ohno.
Feet planted firm and wide, the Pinstripe Powerhouse cranked back and yanked her opponent left and right like a terrier with a piece of cloth. Eyes wide as oxygen became a precious commodity, Reiko reaaaaaaaaaaached for the ropes, then dug into the blonde’s encroaching forearm when that yielded no noticeable results. Treymane shook her head ‘no’ as Ohno’s nails tried to find a crack in the former World Champ’s defenses.
“Not tonight, Daisy. Tonight you get the Big SleRRGGHHH!”
Reiko buried her hands in Veronica’s hair and pulled this way and that, the increasingly woozy battler fighting hard to break fr--
A roar of surprised approval from the crowd when Veronica twisted her hips and spun in a circle, the blonde sending Ohno’s legs swinging out in front of her for one, two, three full rotations! Treymane set her down after that only to swing her ‘round the other way so that when Reiko’s feet touched down again she was almost back to back with her attacker. Treating Yuko to a wink as she continued to bear down on her opponent’s noggin, Treymane swung her prey a third time and when Ohno’s feet touched the mat her knees gave out, forcing Veronica to widen her own stance and lean forward, which in turn forced Reiko to carry even more of her weight.
THE BIG SLEEP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuBOt8FYIrM
Waggling her hips in response to a few wolf whistles from somewhere on her six, ‘Ronnie bore down on the Big Sleep even after she felt the brunette’s hands fall away from her forearm. Cheek resting hot and snug on the crown of Ohno’s head, Treymane gave it another hard squeeze and said, “Check her, Merle.”
Unable to check Reiko’s eyes because her hair was hanging in her face, the official took her left wrist, raised it high and let go. It dropped to her side without so much as a quiver. His call of ‘ONE!’ was echoed by the crowd. Ignoring Yuko’s protests, Merle took Ohno’s wrist and raised it again. The results were identical, only the count changed. ‘TWO!’ Third time paid for all and sure enough, Reiko’s hand fell limp in her own lap.
‘THREE! YOU’RE OUT!’ bellowed the crowd when Merle called for the bell.
Veronica let loose and shoved Reiko away, leaving the slumbering Invader to puddle out on her back while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
“Seems like the garden got a little out of control while I was gone.” ‘Ronnie noted to no one in particular. “Everywhere I look there’s Daisies just running their mouth, disrespecting this ring and generally causing trouble.” She looked at the hard camera and smiled. “Good thing I don’t mind putting in the work to get everything cleaned up. I’ll have all you ladies whipped into shape before the summer’s over.” Ready to gear up for some serious gardening, the Gorgeous Gangster raised a foot and set it atop Reiko’s tummy while busting out a double bicep flex that offered the FAWNatics (and any potential opposition) a good look at the firepower she could bring to bear.
Judging by the response, they were eager to see her get to work.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, accompanied by Yuko Ogura, hailing from Yokohama Japan she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Representing the Asian Invasion, she is the Cyclone, the Samurai… REIKO OHNO!”
REIKO OHNO:
The duo feigned a bow to the crowd, only to pull back with identical middle fingers that did nothing to dull the thunderous boos. For tonight’s bit of Mayhem, Yuko had chosen a conservative charcoal grey suit and skirt, though the careful observer noted her choice of flats did not preclude the possibility of some physical interjection, should the need (or mood) arise. As for Reiko, she wore a cream-colored terrycloth top that crossed her breasts tightly, and left her shoulders uncovered, while her biceps were also covered by the cloth. She wore similarly hued material as hand wraps (suspicious in any situation, but especially so when Yuko was involved). Below the same material was in a thin ring that formed a tiny set of boy-cut trunks that slipped well below the top of her hips and barely covered her glutes. She wore black boots and pads to finish the eye-catching attire.
The destructive duo stormed the aisle, Yuko chattering to her charge, both women keeping clear of the extended arms. As they reached the squared circle, Yuko guided her Cyclone to the steps and led her up. She waited for Ohno to pass her and for the Japanese beauty to ‘open’ the ring ropes for her boss. Ogura slipped through and moved to the middle not bothering to return the favor for Reiko who offered the crowd a tempting view of her flawless golden glutes.
Claiming a mic from a FAWN tech in the blink of an eye, Ogura spun in a circle so she could point a demanding index finger at each and every individual within the sound of her voice. “Silence! Silence when I am speaking!” This did not go over well, but Yuko plowed on in spite of the noise. “Tonight my Invasion begins a new campaign! One that will bring more gold, domination and destruction than ever before! And it will be built on the broken spirit of a former World Champion!” Ogura turned to the stage, her eyes tossing sparks while Reiko loomed on her six. “So stop hiding, little gangster. Come down here and face the wrath of my Cyclone!” The Invasion’s general tossed the stick aside and ushered Ohno to the far corner for some last minute strategizing.
Silence reigned for a few seconds before the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bridgeport California she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. Making her return to the FAWN Arena, she is the Magnificent Moll, the Pinstripe Powerhouse, a most Dangerous Dame indeed… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
MACHINE GUN BLUES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf3FOEL3KjE
VERONICA TREYMANE:
The view washed to noir-ish black and white in an instant, but the sound remained quite modern, as evidenced by the deafening roar from the FAWNatics. Accompanied by Social Distortion’s ‘Machine Gun Blues’ the Pinstripe Powerhouse stormed through the curtain, paused atop the stage and flicked her trenchcoat aside to reveal the replica Thompson braced against one thigh. “It’s good to be home.” Treymane said after nudging the brim of the fedora with the barrel of her barking iron. “Now, let’s get to work, shall we?” With that she leveled the Thompson at the aisle and let loose with a blistering line of pyro. Releasing the trigger only when the drum clicked empty, Veronica dropped the barking iron to her side and made quick time toward the squared circle.
For her first FAWN PPV after a long tour of Europe and Asia, the Destroyer-class blonde sported the classic gray & white version of her boy-cut pinstripe trunks and bustier. The accompanying suspenders and belt gleamed bright white, as did her pads and wrist-tape. Her boots remained matte black, as per usual. Making her way up the steps with her Thompson angled over one shoulder, ‘Ronnie doffed her Fedora and set it on the ring-post before handing the ordinance over to Merle the referee.
“Good to see you again, Veronica. This place has been too quiet without the Thompson.”
“Well then, I guess it’s time to make some noise, Shamus.” Treymane took a quick look around, scanning the ringside area for any lurking Invaders while Merle checked her pads and boots. “Or maybe I’ll just shut Yuko up once and for all. Either way, this is gonna be the cat’s meow.”
Reiko didn’t need Yuko’s orders to get her out of the corner when the bell sounded, she went straight for the former World Champion like she was magnetized. Veronica approached with equal enthusiasm. The European Tour had been revitalizing after the disappointment of coming up short at last year’s ‘Mania, but the FAWN Arena was unquestionably her home turf and she was eager to trim the Daisies that’d grown tall and insolent in her absence.
Hands raised high well before she reached the blonde, Ohno lashed out with a quick kick at Treymane’s right thigh, but the Pinstripe Powerhouse raised that leg to absorb it with her shin. Unfazed, Reiko would’ve repeated the tactic if Veronica hadn’t forced her to defend against an identical kick in identical fashion. “I’ve been waiting for this match for a long time, punk.” the Samurai admitted as they began to circle. “Tonight I’m finally going to do what that poseur bytch Suguitan could never accomplish.”
The left corner of ‘Ronnie’s mouth curved up in a small smile. “Oh, what’s that Reiko?”
Ohno’s answering smirk was far more unpleasant. “I’m going to whip your overrated ass ALL OVER this ring before I knock you out.”
Treymane snorted, stepped back and raised her head, offering the brunette her chin. “Take your shot if you think you can land it.” she demanded. After a pause she raised her right hand to the rafters. “Or maybe you’ve got what it takes to make me kneel? Do you have what it takes, Daisy? If you have to ask Yuko, the answer’s probably NGH!”
Reiko’s second kick caught the blonde’s right thigh with a meaty thud, but there was no chance for celebration as the Neo-Noir Knockout immediately punished Ohno’s sleek bronze stem with a kick of her own! “You drop Alexis’ name, then show me that weak sister crap?” Treymane snapped as Reiko bared her teeth. “She’s tougher than you’ll ever--”
CRAAACK!
Ohno swiveled her head with a Bytch Slap that earned applause from Yuko and an ‘Oooohhh’ from the Mayhem crowd. “Watch your tone, bytch.” the Cyclone hissed. “Or I’ll kick that pretty little face of yours into the--”
CRAAACK!
Veronica retaliated with a slap of her own, the shot turning Ohno in a rough quarter circle. “Been away for eight months, cupcake.” Treymane huffed while Reiko rubbed at her stinging cheek. “And I didn’t come back to exchange slaps. You want to fight, let’s figERRGGGHH!”
Reiko must’ve wanted to fight because she caught the big blonde across the back of the neck with a Muy Thai clasp and pulled her down so she could thum-thum-thum-THUMP a series of Kneelifts into Treymane’s strong tummy! “Yeah, let’s get you mouth breathing, baby.” the Japanese battler chided, her glutes churning with those left-right-left attacks. “Get you nice and winded before I REALLY start showcasNNNHHHH!”
Veronica got her hands up, swatted Ohno’s encroaching knee down, then pounded two quick punches into her tummy. The grasp on her neck loosened without falling away, so Treymane cinched her arms around the smaller wrestler’s upper thighs. Hands knotted just beneath the swell of Reiko’s glutes, Veronica lifted her off her feet and promptly sank to one knee to THUMP Ohno’s undercarriage against her encroaching thigh. Yuko complained of a Low Blow but no one paid it any attention, least of all Reiko, who’d been swept off her feet and drawn into a grinding tummy on tummy Bear Hug!
Dragging her knotted hands across the hollow of Ohno’s back, ‘Ronnie treated her foe to a bout of brisk rag-dolling, then hopped in place, turning as she did so to increase the pain of the hold while simultaneously showing off her foe to the whole of the Arena. “What are you gonna do now, Daisy?” Treymane kept one cheek pressed to Reiko’s chest so the squirming brunette couldn’t fight free with punches or elbows. “’Lexis would never let me show her off like this so early in a match. Maybe you’re not quite as good as you EERRRGGHH HAIR! HAIR!”
Treymane’s accusation did nothing to slow the brunette’s double-fisted hair-pulling, nor did Merle’s count for that matter. It wasn’t until Ohno managed to force her head back at a sharp angle and thus deliver a short Headbutt that the Samurai relinquished her grip. Arms stretched out in a wide ‘T’ shape, she brought her palms together with a resounding CLAP that also smashed her forearms into the former World Champion’s ears! That in combination with the Headbutt and the briefest bit of forehead-gnawing freed Ohno from the blonde’s grasp, Reiko returning to the canvas set slightly to Treymane’s left.
Freedom did not mean respite however, not for Reiko and certainly not ‘Ronnie. Twining her right leg over the blonde’s left thigh (the Invader careful to wedge her shin against her foe’s calf) Ohno leaned over the broad expanse of Treymane’s back, caught hold of her right arm and wrenched it back far enough to tuck beneath her left armpit. Already unpleasant, the arrangement grew downright agonizing when Reiko slung her left leg over the back of Dangerous Dame’s neck and pushed down while simultaneously craaaaaaaaanking on the trapped arm.
OCTOPUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYy5TBQS1T8
“You belong to the Invasion now, bytch!” Ohno barked over the concerned roar of the crowd. “Tap out or I’ll break your arm!” she jostled Veronica’s wrist to prove the seriousness of her threat.
“What do you say, ‘Ronnie?” Merle asked once several half steps only turned the Iformer World Champ in an awkward half circle. “Should I call it?”
“Nuuuuhhh, no way Merle.” Treymane muttered at once. “Daisy’s grabbed me, doesn’t mean she’s gonna hang OW! OW! OW! Oh you bytch, you’re going to pay for that!”
Reiko, who’d halved her Wristlock to rain dozens of swats down upon the blonde’s buns, patted them possessively, then raked her from one side to the other before finishing off with three hard SLAPS! “I SAID you belong to the Invasion now, gaijin.” Ohno purred. “Now are you going to admit it or do I have to scratch my name in your fat ass?”
“You’re gonna have to do a helluva lot more than just talk about it, DaisAAARRRRRRRRRRHHHHH!”
Fed up with the delay, Reiko snatched a handful of those pinstriped briefs and transformed them into something far more revealing via a salacious, sawing wedgie that earned jeers from everywhere save the rapscallions in Section 1408. “How humiliating this must be for you!” Ohno taunted the struggling blonde. “From triumphant return to blubbering surrender in less than five minutes! Do you think you’ll actually bother to pick the wedgie out of your ass before you rush out of the buildWHOOOAAAANNNGHHH!”
The wedgie might’ve been eye catching, unfortunately it also divided her attention enough for Veronica to spin out from under the encroaching leg! Stuffing her noggin between the Samurai’s legs as soon as she was clear, Treymane cupped her hands over the back of Reiko’s thighs and straightened up so that the tawny-skinned brunette was draped down her back like a flailing, sentient cape. Yuko advised she extricate herself from this position with all due haste and Ohno didn’t disagree, unfortunately she couldn’t follow the order before the Pinstripe Powerhouse snapped forward and down, ‘Ronnie bending over double to THAWHUMP the former Eurasian Champion deposited on the back of her head and shoulders via a vicious Alabama Slam!
ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Umsa-BTWsFw
The landing put Reiko’s ankles somewhere north of her head and left her in prime position for pinning, but Veronica didn’t even consider it. Instead she ‘snapped’ her distended briefs back into place, then grabbed Ohno’s ankles and tucked them under her armpits. Hands clasped to craft a snug loop, Treymane lifted Reiko up ‘til she was balanced on her shoulders, then said, “Haven’t disappeared through the curtain yet, Daisy.”
“Don’t worry, little girl.” Reiko huffed. “The night is still yoOOOOHHHHHAAAAARRRRRHHHH!”
‘Ronnie rolled the brunette onto her stomach, stepped over and sat down DEEP, the strong curve of her glutes settling comfortably into the hollow of Ohno’s back. “Yeah, the night is still young.” Treymane smirked as she bobbled in place to exacerbate the pressure on the Boston Crab. “Bet that’s not as comforting now as it was a few seconds ago, is it, sweetie?”
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9eZoYoJGxM
Reiko didn’t answer, she was either flailing at the canvas or tugging on her own hair to keep from submitting to the blonde’s agonizing stretch. Yuko shouted encouragement from her place on the outside, the diminutive executive grabbing the bottom rope in both hands and shaking it to show her Cyclone that freedom was just a short crawl away. Easier said than done, alas. Treymane had the Crab applied in the center of the squared circle and her weight advantage meant the brunette would have the devil’s own time making any headway. Even so, Ohno slowly but surely pushed up on her forearms before shifting to her palms. This allowed her to rise higher still and though it actually made the hold worse, she endured because it allowed her to pull and drag their combined weight across that long stretch of canvas.
Veronica felt them starting to move and looked over her shoulder to get a bead on where Reiko was leading them, but that was about it. She never tried to halt their progress or power them back to start, she just kept her butt snugged in above Ohno’s for the next fifteen seconds or so. A second backward glance confirmed Reiko was no less than six inches from salvation, so the Dangerous Dame tossed the smaller wrestler’s left leg aside to focus on the right. And in this case Half Crab didn’t mean half the hurt. If anything Reiko wailed a little louder when the former World Champion slid her perch north so that she was sitting with all her weight atop Ohno’s shoulders!
“OOOOOOWWWWWW YOU BYTCH!” Reiko bellowed in anguish, her jailbreak frozen only inches from her fingertips.
“Too much, Daisy?” Veronica taunted. “You could always--”
“BREAK!” Yuko shouted the word loud enough to make ‘Ronnie cringe. “BREAK THE HOLD, SHE’S IN THE ROPES!
Merle and her own eyes told Treymane that Ogura spoke the truth, though the lack of anything like a final lunge from Reiko suggested that the Invasion’s executive might’ve provided Ohno a bit of an assist. Veronica started to rise, then sat down again, the Pinstripe Powerhouse earning angry shrieks from both brunettes when she scrubbed her buns against the nape of Reiko’s neck. “Count it for me, would ya Shamus?” Merle obliged her and Treymane broke away at ‘FOUR!’ though she made sure to punctuate each number with a stinging slap to Ohno’s coppery glutes.
“Disqualify her! Disqualify her right now!” Yuko barked at the official in the midst of helping the Cyclone ease herself out onto the apron.
“Hear that, Reiko? Management doesn’t think you can beat me fair and square, that’s why she’s so eager to get you a cheap win!” Veronica chided the former Eurasian Champion.
Not about to take that sort of insolence from gaijin trash, Yuko sprang onto the apron and pointed an imperious finger at Treymane. “You shut up! Shut up or I deal with you myself!”
Veronica arched an eyebrow. “That a fact, Daisy? Go ahead and c’mon on in if you’d like. Looks like your Cyclone’s gonna need a few--”
Reiko straightened up and growled, “Shut your mouth, trash. This fight is between you and I.”
Veronica’s smile faded at once. “What was that, Daisy?”
“I said you’re trash. Just like disgusting sociopath sis--”
Treymane lunged in, caught Ohno by the head and would’ve tossed her over the top rope if the brunette hadn’t anchored an arm around the rubber-coated steel. Twisting away when ‘Ronnie moved shifted to reset her grip, Yuko’s Samurai hopped up, leaned sideways and THWHACKED her right foot across her opponent’s forehead! Treymane reeled backward, her usually sturdy legs stepping in fencepost holes as she tried to regain her equilibrium. T’was a task well within her reach if given world enough and time, unfortunately Ohno wasn’t willing to give her either. Hands cinched around the top rope, Reiko leaned back as far as she could, then leapt onto the rubber-coated steel and used it to launch herself at the reeling blonde. Treymane heard the crowd before she saw Ohno coming and as a result she looked up a heartbeat before the Invader’s raised right knee caught her above the left eye!
SPRINGBOARD KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U4C-kZuogyY
The Gorgeous Gangster spun in a circle en route to a facedown landing on the deck, a position she enjoyed for all of two seconds. Then Ohno had her by the ankles, all the better to draaaaaaaaaaaag her into the center of the ring, where she rolled the woozy blonde onto her back. Yuko was suggesting (read: screaming) her charge go for a cover, but Reiko had other ideas. Running the ropes to Veronica’s left, she hopped up, landed on the middle strand and launched herself backward in a gorgeous flip that brought every bit of her hundred and twenty-five THWHAMMING down atop Treymane’s heaving chest! The blonde’s legs bounced up on impact so Ohno hooked the far one in a tight cradle that allowed her to SLAP Veronica’s hapless haunches in time with the count of…
SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4Pm9bU2SjM
ONE…
TWO…
The Pinstripe Powerhouse pushed her attacker away a whisper after ‘TWO!’ and immediately rolled onto her stomach to defend against a follow-up “NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Reiko kicked a leg straight forward and dropped to her tush to THWHUMP the back of that thigh across the nape of her opponent’s neck. “Anything to say now, bytch?” Ohno barked over the patter of ‘Ronnie’s boots against the canvas. “Actually, hold it for now. I’d rather hear it when you’re trying to fight back tears.”
On that note she stood up and moved to Treymane’s feet, where she laid claim to the blonde’s right ankle. Facing away from her grounded adversary, Ohno folded the lower limb up, then threaded her own right leg around it so that ‘Ronnie’s shin was snug against the back of her thigh and her shin was braced against Treymane’s calf. A simple knot, yet one that held quite tight when the Samurai dropped to one knee and bent backward in a sinuous bridge to lace her hands under the blonde’s chin. Balanced on her tiptoe and the crown of her skull, Reiko yanked Veronica’s head back and forth for several seconds before she craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked up to put that much more pressure on her foe’s neck.
MUTA LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FpUNNXHmLs
“Give up!” Ohno demanded. “Surrender this ring to the Asian Invasion!”
Shaking her head ‘no’ was out of the question with the Muta Lock applied so tight, so Treymane waggled a finger ‘no’ to tell Merle she wasn’t going anywhere. “Don’t try to play tuff with me, gaijin.” Reiko sneered. “I’ll make you scream!” She halved the Chinlock, slipped two fingers into the side of Veronica’s mouth and stretched it by a few inches with a vicious Fishhook!
The Dangerous Dame did indeed wail, but she didn’t submit, which only made Ohno more eager to hear the magic words. Extricating the hook a few seconds later, she slipped those fingers into Treymane’s nostrils and yanked back! “I said submit!” the Cyclone hissed. “Don’t make me mangle this pretty little face!” ‘Ronnie didn’t bother burning oxygen on words, instead she sank her claws into the mat and began to draaaaaaaaag both wrestlers toward the nearest set of strands. Ohno didn’t care for that much at all and she expressed her displeasure by bobbling and jouncing Veronica’s poor noggin every inch of the way. Despite this, Treymane’s progress remained steady and in less than ten seconds she was reaching for the--
Yuko snatched the bottom rope and pulled it back, creating almost another foot for the Gorgeous Gangster to traverse! The FAWNatics protested this treachery at once however Merle remained oblivious not due to inattention on his part but because he was focused on Ohno’s illegal face mauling. “Off the face, Reiko!” the official cajoled. “The Chinlock’s fine, but ya can’t tear at her face!”
“What, you mean like this?” Ohno stopped pulling so she could twist the blonde’s nose like a radio dial! ‘Ronnie lurched forward, wailed something that might’ve been ropes but she was still a few inches shy thanks to Ogura’s snickering machinations.
“I mean it, Reiko! Off the face or I’ll make you break the hold! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Ohno segued back to the Chinlock with half a heartbeat to spare and cranked up with enough vitriol to force both of Treymane’s hands flat to the canvas. Eventually the Dangerous Dame raised her right hand and reached forward, prompting Reiko to bark, “Ask her! The bytch is about to qu--”
Veronica gave a final lurch and grabbed the bottom rope, much to the disgust of the Invasion’s management. As for Reiko, she abandoned the Muta Lock without prompting and immediately got all up in Merle’s business, the infuriated Samurai backing him all the way to the center of the ring. “Who do you think you are with that fast count, huh? I’ve got every right to work that hold however I see fit and I’m not going to let your OBVIOUS BIAS ruin a chance at a marquee win!”
It went on and on in that vein, Reiko occasionally shifting her position to better berate the zebra and obscure his view of Yuko choking Veronica over the bottom rope!
This under the radar mugging continued unabated for almost fifteen seconds. Only then did the crowd noise reach such a level that Ogura was forced to relent so as to be a respectable distance from the sputtering blonde when Merle finally turned around.
Knowing there was nothing the idiot could pin on her or Yuko, Ohno rushed by the ref to hop out onto the apron directly behind the recovering battler. Dead silent while she lurked in ‘Ronnie’s blind spot, Reiko sank into a deep crouch and waited until the former World Champ clambered to boot-leather. Then she vaulted up ‘n over, laced both hands over Treymane’s chin and laid out flat to THAWHAM the gaijin on the back of her head and shoulders with an impactful Slingshot Neckbreaker! Veronica bounced up, twisted to one side and got shoved right back down so Ohno could stretch out in a snug Crossbody good for…
SLINGSHOT NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rzup8hBrR1g
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The fury of the Invasion mingled with the delight of the Mayhemer’s when Veronica stretched out a leg and laid that ankle on the bottom rope to halt the count! “She is finished!” Yuko shouted at her fuming charge. “Now break her spirit in the middle of the ring!”
Ohno didn’t need to be told twice, she hair-hauled Treymane to her feet, slapped the blonde’s mouth for good measure, then collected a wrist and sent her hurtling to the opposite side of the squared circle. Reiko didn’t let her make the trip alone though, she followed to mid-ring where she posted up to await Veronica’s return. Arms stretched wide, Ohno leaned to the right, ‘smecked’ her arms around Treymane’s waist and Gutwrenched her up, over and down, a full two hundred and seventy degrees of back-breaking NOT TONIGHT!
The Pinstripe Powerhouse twisted free of Reiko’s grip to land on her feet directly in front of the startled brun--
Ohno jabbed a Savate Kick into the blonde’s belly, doubling her over. Hands on Treymane’s shoulders, Ohno sneered, “Not tonight, bytch. Tonight you belong to the Invasion!” She hopped over ‘Ronnie’s head to land atop her back, Reiko immediately threading her legs beneath the blonde’s biceps and rolled through for a Yoshi Ton-‘OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!’
Treymane cupped her hands over Ohno’s heels and straightened up, effectively neutralizing the Yoshi Tonic without letting Reiko leave her suddenly much more vertical perch. Yuko had enough time to shout a warning, then ‘Ronnie snapped forward and down, slinging Ohno back the way she’d came, only now the Gorgeous Gangster cinched her arms around the brunette’s upper thighs and dropped to her knees to DRIVE the Samurai down on the back of her head and shoulders with a Mad Scientist Bomb from deep in left field! Folded in half following the devastating reversal, Reiko kicked her legs fitfully, instinctually trying to fight off her shoulders before the…
MAD SCIENTIST BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cr2W9CUDYBM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Treymane sensed the Invader about to roll free so she lent a hand by pulling away from the Matchbook and shoving Ohno onto all fours. Helping herself to the brunette’s hair with a bit more enthusiasm than she’d normally allow, the Neo-Noir Knockout dragged the both of ‘em to their feet just to double Reiko over with a Toe Kick to the belly. A Standing Headscissors and Waistlock followed, the combination of both making it quite easy for the former World Champion to hoist Ohno upside down. The Cyclone’s legs draped over Treymane’s shoulders in a way Yuko didn’t much care for so she demanded an immediate escape, unfortunately the words were still leaving her lips when Treymane kicked both legs forward and dropped to her tush to THAWHONK her foe’s noggin into the deck courtesy of a Sit-Out Piledriver!
SIT-OUT PILEDRIVER @ 00:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNeemGi0qv8
Reiko flopped to one side and curled into a ball, knees somewhere around her chest while both arms swaddled her thrumming skull. Yuko demanded she rise so Treymane obliged her, the blonde seizing the Invader’s wrist to lift her in a series of fits and starts. Controlling Ohno’s wrist with one hand, ‘Ronnie put the other between her shoulders and sent her brunette to the ropes with an Irish Whip. Or rather she started to before planting her heels and reeling Reiko on, Treymane snaking her left arm around Ohno’s throat to grip her right bicep while that hand cupped the back of the Samurai’s skull.
Sleeper Hold, Veronica Treymane to Reiko Ohno.
Feet planted firm and wide, the Pinstripe Powerhouse cranked back and yanked her opponent left and right like a terrier with a piece of cloth. Eyes wide as oxygen became a precious commodity, Reiko reaaaaaaaaaaached for the ropes, then dug into the blonde’s encroaching forearm when that yielded no noticeable results. Treymane shook her head ‘no’ as Ohno’s nails tried to find a crack in the former World Champ’s defenses.
“Not tonight, Daisy. Tonight you get the Big SleRRGGHHH!”
Reiko buried her hands in Veronica’s hair and pulled this way and that, the increasingly woozy battler fighting hard to break fr--
A roar of surprised approval from the crowd when Veronica twisted her hips and spun in a circle, the blonde sending Ohno’s legs swinging out in front of her for one, two, three full rotations! Treymane set her down after that only to swing her ‘round the other way so that when Reiko’s feet touched down again she was almost back to back with her attacker. Treating Yuko to a wink as she continued to bear down on her opponent’s noggin, Treymane swung her prey a third time and when Ohno’s feet touched the mat her knees gave out, forcing Veronica to widen her own stance and lean forward, which in turn forced Reiko to carry even more of her weight.
THE BIG SLEEP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuBOt8FYIrM
Waggling her hips in response to a few wolf whistles from somewhere on her six, ‘Ronnie bore down on the Big Sleep even after she felt the brunette’s hands fall away from her forearm. Cheek resting hot and snug on the crown of Ohno’s head, Treymane gave it another hard squeeze and said, “Check her, Merle.”
Unable to check Reiko’s eyes because her hair was hanging in her face, the official took her left wrist, raised it high and let go. It dropped to her side without so much as a quiver. His call of ‘ONE!’ was echoed by the crowd. Ignoring Yuko’s protests, Merle took Ohno’s wrist and raised it again. The results were identical, only the count changed. ‘TWO!’ Third time paid for all and sure enough, Reiko’s hand fell limp in her own lap.
‘THREE! YOU’RE OUT!’ bellowed the crowd when Merle called for the bell.
Veronica let loose and shoved Reiko away, leaving the slumbering Invader to puddle out on her back while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… VERONICA TREYMANE!”
“Seems like the garden got a little out of control while I was gone.” ‘Ronnie noted to no one in particular. “Everywhere I look there’s Daisies just running their mouth, disrespecting this ring and generally causing trouble.” She looked at the hard camera and smiled. “Good thing I don’t mind putting in the work to get everything cleaned up. I’ll have all you ladies whipped into shape before the summer’s over.” Ready to gear up for some serious gardening, the Gorgeous Gangster raised a foot and set it atop Reiko’s tummy while busting out a double bicep flex that offered the FAWNatics (and any potential opposition) a good look at the firepower she could bring to bear.
Judging by the response, they were eager to see her get to work.