Post by EmmaWoods007 on Feb 12, 2021 9:44:30 GMT
KATSUMI AKIYAMA
DAISY LEMAY
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
…Katsumi Akiyama was supposed to grappling with Daisy LeMay tonight, the little Asian’s first bout back on American soil, but for the time being she was busy being buried by Alejandra Fernandez. Cornered outside the ring, there was little to nothing Akiyama could do to protect herself as she wedged in tight between the apron and the steel steps, grunting, groaning and moaning each and every time the Muscle of Bad Reputation unleased a fresh STOMP upon her near prone body. Katsumi could scarcely even breath as her torso and tummy were being repeatedly punished from one solid boot after another, her arms laying limp by her sides as her stems were spread open wide, the young women defenceless to Fernandez’s unprovoked assault.
To their credit, the FAWNatics were doing their best to draw the Official’s attention to the unfolding mugging but, with it being outside the ring, it was currently out of his line of sight. The man in black and white was far too busy with Daisy LeMay inside the squared circle, the Dastardly Damsel expertly demanding the entirety of his attention with her many protests and imagined infractions.
With exaggerated motions, LeMay insisted on explaining how, over the course of the contest, her hair had been pulled, her eyes had been raked and all manner of other underhanded ploys that had been employed by her unsavoury opponent throughout the night. She stamped her foot to further illustrate her point, berating the Official for not spotting any of it, and demanding that he be more vigilant in the future.
Wearily, the Official endured the tirade, well aware that nothing that she was claiming was at all true, albeit little realising that it was all a distraction whilst Daisy’s partner, Alejandra, lynched poor Akiyama to the point of being unconscious behind his back.
Sensing that her window of opportunity was about to close, Fernandez relented in her assault, peeling the remains of the petite Akiyama off the concrete and, with a slap to her cheek, muscled the young woman up to laying on the apron.
Katsumi coughed once, attracting the attention of both LeMay and the man in black and white, inhaling deeply now that she wasn’t being mud stomped into oblivion. A little lost as to where she now was, Akiyama stubbornly began to painfully sit up, grasping the middle rope for leverage as she tried to regain her bearings. She made it all the way to one knee before Daisy was right on her, the Cherry Cheeked Demon not giving her even an inch of room as she grabbed her by the back of her neck and one shoulder, dragging the protesting brunette over the top of the central coil.
“Daisy,” the man in black and white had a reprimand prepared. “She’s in the ropes…”
“Not for long,” the Bountiful Blonde beamed, adjusting her grip to slip both of her palms beneath her adversary’s shoulders. Continuing to tug her opponent forwards, keeping the girls stems suspended on the middle rope, she stuffed Katsumi’s dazed noggin between her waiting, firm thighs. Adjusting her grip again, the FAWNatics protesting what they could see coming, Daisy’s grin only grew wider as she secured a double butterfly lock and teasingly shook her hips from side to side.
A moment later she DROPPED down to her knees and the crowd collectively groaned in both sympathy and disappointment, the Dynamic Damsel PLANTED face first into the mat!!
ROPE HUNG PEDIGREE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZ_6FhiiGAs
A sharp spasm ran the full length of her petite body before she stiffened from head to toe. It lasted for only a second before she slumped to the deck, athletic stems sliding slowly from their enforced perch of the middle coil before she lay largely still.
Akiyama groaned with a slow shake of her head as a delighted LeMay collected one of her opponent’s wrists and one ankle before dismissively dragging her fellow Lightweight across the canvas, finding a much more central position to drop down over her prone form and collect a pinfall.
The Official moved in to begin his count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Katsumi SHOVED up her right shoulder, rolling over onto her side and inhaling deep, heady breaths, the FAWNatics cheering her survival.
“NO!” Daisy protested, slapping her palms down on the canvas. “NO! NO! NO!” she persisted, pointing an accusatory finger in the Officials direction. “You, count properly!!” She shoved Akiyama back over onto her back, this time collecting both of the girl’s stems for good measure, securing second pinfall.
ONE!
T…
Again, Katsumi shoved up a shoulder, this time with a little more authority, displaying more signs of awareness with each passing second. The FAWNatics continued their support, cheering a little louder, perhaps daring to hope that this stint in the States for Akiyama would go better…
“Fine,” Daisy huffed, forcing a cheery smile. “Jobber wants to job a little more? I can help you job a little more.”
Recollecting Katsumi, who remained prone of her side, she bullied the little Asian back up to vertical before she was ready, cupping the other young woman’s chin and tipping her woozy expression up. Pinching the girl’s cheeks together, she forced her lips to circle.
“So glad you came back,” LeMay cooed, her tone laced with far too much honey. “Always nice to have someone to beat down o…”
CRACK!!
The crowd sat back in shock as Akiyama NAILED the preening Daisy with a sweet little European Uppercut, both shutting the Dastardly Damsel up and rocking her back on her heels!!
Still a little shaky on her own stems, Katsumi also took two unsteady steps back but, feeling a little giddy and strength slowly returning, she shook her head in an attempt to clear out her muddled senses. She barely had seconds to capitalise on her opening, and she stepped forwards to…
…eat a STIFF boot to her trim tummy, Akiyama gasping as she was forcibly folded forwards, the crowd deflating as the Babyfaced Resurgence was cut off before it could even really begin.
“Nuh, nuh, nuh,” LeMay teased, having recovered quicker than most people would have expected, shook her finger condescendingly in her adversaries’ face. “Bad little Asian, naughty.”
Grabbing her opponent by the wrist, Daisy yanked Katsumi into an Irish Whip, launching the smaller young woman into an enforced sprint. As the Dynamic Damsel swiftly approached the ropes, the Cherry Cheeked Demon ducked low to recollect her on the rebound, scarcely containing her anticipation as…
…Akiyama refused to read off LeMay’s script, leaping before she reached the ropes, expertly bounding up onto the middle coil with a surge of adrenaline, VAULTING herself up into the air and, with Daisy’s baby blues snapping open wide in surprise, pivoted herself about. Mid-flight, she caught LeMay in a front headlock and, with all manner of momentum on her side, not to mention gravity itself, Katsumi whiplashed her opponent about in a sharp one eighty spiral before wrenching herself backwards. With that single, fluid motion, she ripped the blonde off her feet and SPIKED!! her cranium into the deck on the wrong end of a spectacular Tornado DDT!!
SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT@0:09
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-vwuD7KE84
LeMay bucked hard following the blistering impact and, as the plywood itself buckled and flexed with a resounding bang ringing out across the arena, the recoil popped her petite body up to kneeling before she flopped over onto her side. Bleary eyed and shellshocked, she rolled over onto her back in a starfish, a perfect candidate for Akiyama to throw herself atop of without risking missing a single beat.
The Official dropped to the canvas, and the long-suffering supporters of the Dynamic Damsel dared to believe in miracles…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The FAWNatics popped in surprise, lending their voices to fresh and hearty cheer as…
LEGENDARY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZSxKWWNJrA
…returned to the loud speakers.
Inside the squared circle, an intensely relieved Katsumi dismounted her defeated foe and took a quick moment to sit in reflection, closing her eyes and turning her head up towards the rafters with a fluttering her heart, The Princess of Dragons returning to America in success.
Forcibly resisting the near overwhelming desire to shout her relief and express excessive joy, the young woman once (unfavourably) compared to Kylie Sanders instead pivoted her way up to boot leather, taking her time as she ensured that she was at centre ring. With one leg crossed in front of the other and her arms elegantly outstretched, she bowed to the FAWNatics in an exaggerated and graceful fashion. With her back then curling, she slowly glided her way back up to fully vertical and slid both of her hands up high, accepting her accolades with a polite, thankful smile in what, thanks to the Gladiatrix photographers, would become an instantly memorable moment.
Her time had been long coming, but now it had arrived, Katsumi determined to make her return to the FAWN roster stick and, finally, make herself worthy of being included in its history.
DAISY LEMAY
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
…Katsumi Akiyama was supposed to grappling with Daisy LeMay tonight, the little Asian’s first bout back on American soil, but for the time being she was busy being buried by Alejandra Fernandez. Cornered outside the ring, there was little to nothing Akiyama could do to protect herself as she wedged in tight between the apron and the steel steps, grunting, groaning and moaning each and every time the Muscle of Bad Reputation unleased a fresh STOMP upon her near prone body. Katsumi could scarcely even breath as her torso and tummy were being repeatedly punished from one solid boot after another, her arms laying limp by her sides as her stems were spread open wide, the young women defenceless to Fernandez’s unprovoked assault.
To their credit, the FAWNatics were doing their best to draw the Official’s attention to the unfolding mugging but, with it being outside the ring, it was currently out of his line of sight. The man in black and white was far too busy with Daisy LeMay inside the squared circle, the Dastardly Damsel expertly demanding the entirety of his attention with her many protests and imagined infractions.
With exaggerated motions, LeMay insisted on explaining how, over the course of the contest, her hair had been pulled, her eyes had been raked and all manner of other underhanded ploys that had been employed by her unsavoury opponent throughout the night. She stamped her foot to further illustrate her point, berating the Official for not spotting any of it, and demanding that he be more vigilant in the future.
Wearily, the Official endured the tirade, well aware that nothing that she was claiming was at all true, albeit little realising that it was all a distraction whilst Daisy’s partner, Alejandra, lynched poor Akiyama to the point of being unconscious behind his back.
Sensing that her window of opportunity was about to close, Fernandez relented in her assault, peeling the remains of the petite Akiyama off the concrete and, with a slap to her cheek, muscled the young woman up to laying on the apron.
Katsumi coughed once, attracting the attention of both LeMay and the man in black and white, inhaling deeply now that she wasn’t being mud stomped into oblivion. A little lost as to where she now was, Akiyama stubbornly began to painfully sit up, grasping the middle rope for leverage as she tried to regain her bearings. She made it all the way to one knee before Daisy was right on her, the Cherry Cheeked Demon not giving her even an inch of room as she grabbed her by the back of her neck and one shoulder, dragging the protesting brunette over the top of the central coil.
“Daisy,” the man in black and white had a reprimand prepared. “She’s in the ropes…”
“Not for long,” the Bountiful Blonde beamed, adjusting her grip to slip both of her palms beneath her adversary’s shoulders. Continuing to tug her opponent forwards, keeping the girls stems suspended on the middle rope, she stuffed Katsumi’s dazed noggin between her waiting, firm thighs. Adjusting her grip again, the FAWNatics protesting what they could see coming, Daisy’s grin only grew wider as she secured a double butterfly lock and teasingly shook her hips from side to side.
A moment later she DROPPED down to her knees and the crowd collectively groaned in both sympathy and disappointment, the Dynamic Damsel PLANTED face first into the mat!!
ROPE HUNG PEDIGREE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZ_6FhiiGAs
A sharp spasm ran the full length of her petite body before she stiffened from head to toe. It lasted for only a second before she slumped to the deck, athletic stems sliding slowly from their enforced perch of the middle coil before she lay largely still.
Akiyama groaned with a slow shake of her head as a delighted LeMay collected one of her opponent’s wrists and one ankle before dismissively dragging her fellow Lightweight across the canvas, finding a much more central position to drop down over her prone form and collect a pinfall.
The Official moved in to begin his count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
Katsumi SHOVED up her right shoulder, rolling over onto her side and inhaling deep, heady breaths, the FAWNatics cheering her survival.
“NO!” Daisy protested, slapping her palms down on the canvas. “NO! NO! NO!” she persisted, pointing an accusatory finger in the Officials direction. “You, count properly!!” She shoved Akiyama back over onto her back, this time collecting both of the girl’s stems for good measure, securing second pinfall.
ONE!
T…
Again, Katsumi shoved up a shoulder, this time with a little more authority, displaying more signs of awareness with each passing second. The FAWNatics continued their support, cheering a little louder, perhaps daring to hope that this stint in the States for Akiyama would go better…
“Fine,” Daisy huffed, forcing a cheery smile. “Jobber wants to job a little more? I can help you job a little more.”
Recollecting Katsumi, who remained prone of her side, she bullied the little Asian back up to vertical before she was ready, cupping the other young woman’s chin and tipping her woozy expression up. Pinching the girl’s cheeks together, she forced her lips to circle.
“So glad you came back,” LeMay cooed, her tone laced with far too much honey. “Always nice to have someone to beat down o…”
CRACK!!
The crowd sat back in shock as Akiyama NAILED the preening Daisy with a sweet little European Uppercut, both shutting the Dastardly Damsel up and rocking her back on her heels!!
Still a little shaky on her own stems, Katsumi also took two unsteady steps back but, feeling a little giddy and strength slowly returning, she shook her head in an attempt to clear out her muddled senses. She barely had seconds to capitalise on her opening, and she stepped forwards to…
…eat a STIFF boot to her trim tummy, Akiyama gasping as she was forcibly folded forwards, the crowd deflating as the Babyfaced Resurgence was cut off before it could even really begin.
“Nuh, nuh, nuh,” LeMay teased, having recovered quicker than most people would have expected, shook her finger condescendingly in her adversaries’ face. “Bad little Asian, naughty.”
Grabbing her opponent by the wrist, Daisy yanked Katsumi into an Irish Whip, launching the smaller young woman into an enforced sprint. As the Dynamic Damsel swiftly approached the ropes, the Cherry Cheeked Demon ducked low to recollect her on the rebound, scarcely containing her anticipation as…
…Akiyama refused to read off LeMay’s script, leaping before she reached the ropes, expertly bounding up onto the middle coil with a surge of adrenaline, VAULTING herself up into the air and, with Daisy’s baby blues snapping open wide in surprise, pivoted herself about. Mid-flight, she caught LeMay in a front headlock and, with all manner of momentum on her side, not to mention gravity itself, Katsumi whiplashed her opponent about in a sharp one eighty spiral before wrenching herself backwards. With that single, fluid motion, she ripped the blonde off her feet and SPIKED!! her cranium into the deck on the wrong end of a spectacular Tornado DDT!!
SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT@0:09
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-vwuD7KE84
LeMay bucked hard following the blistering impact and, as the plywood itself buckled and flexed with a resounding bang ringing out across the arena, the recoil popped her petite body up to kneeling before she flopped over onto her side. Bleary eyed and shellshocked, she rolled over onto her back in a starfish, a perfect candidate for Akiyama to throw herself atop of without risking missing a single beat.
The Official dropped to the canvas, and the long-suffering supporters of the Dynamic Damsel dared to believe in miracles…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The FAWNatics popped in surprise, lending their voices to fresh and hearty cheer as…
LEGENDARY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZSxKWWNJrA
…returned to the loud speakers.
Inside the squared circle, an intensely relieved Katsumi dismounted her defeated foe and took a quick moment to sit in reflection, closing her eyes and turning her head up towards the rafters with a fluttering her heart, The Princess of Dragons returning to America in success.
Forcibly resisting the near overwhelming desire to shout her relief and express excessive joy, the young woman once (unfavourably) compared to Kylie Sanders instead pivoted her way up to boot leather, taking her time as she ensured that she was at centre ring. With one leg crossed in front of the other and her arms elegantly outstretched, she bowed to the FAWNatics in an exaggerated and graceful fashion. With her back then curling, she slowly glided her way back up to fully vertical and slid both of her hands up high, accepting her accolades with a polite, thankful smile in what, thanks to the Gladiatrix photographers, would become an instantly memorable moment.
Her time had been long coming, but now it had arrived, Katsumi determined to make her return to the FAWN roster stick and, finally, make herself worthy of being included in its history.