Post by hawkeye on Sept 5, 2022 14:29:52 GMT
The FAWNtron screen goes stark white, a rubber stamp slams down leaving an imprint of the Canadian flag in red ink. A baritone-heavy, men’s choir sings “OOOHHHHH, CAAAAANNNAADAAAA!!”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_2D8Eo15wE
The screen goes black as the speakers pump out the classic rock anthem ‘Black Betty” by Ram Jam, white silhouettes of one woman Powerbombing another fly back and forth across the screen. When the bombee hits the ground, the world becomes a fever dream of interweaving colours before resetting to black. The now pale shadows switch to a different variation of a slam to summon the melting kaleidoscope.
Stepping out from behind the curtain are a pair of hires from the Great White North with very contrasting styles and dispositions; A tall, strong, young Black woman with long dark hair in delightful curls named Olunike Waite stood with hands on hips and wearing a stern, inscrutable expression. With slightly squinting eyes she takes the measure of the ring and the surrounding area... The Canadian Destroyer’s new ring togs are conservative by FAWN standards and represent her straightforward mindset and rural background plainly.
A one-piece with a two-button collar simulating a stereotypical farmer’s outfit; an unbuttoned V-neck that stopped just before the cleavage of her perfectly proportioned 34Bs, the top half of her gear coloured red, brown and white in a flannel pattern. A texture and colour change from the waist down creates a faux denim daisy dukes substitute, complete with belt loops her thumbs hooking into the ones sewn at her sides. Two shot glasses are pressed tightly between her ring and forefinger in her right hand.
Beside Olunike stood her shorter childhood friend, manager, dungeon master and sometimes tag partner Hazeema McMurray, dressed for business and pleasure. A red silk blouse unbuttoned halfway down letting her mountainous cleavage breathe, showing a hint of her entirely unnecessary push-up bra. A silk brown skirt hugged her shelf of an ass and ended just past mid-thigh, leaving her tan legs uncovered till her fashionable, strappy sandals. As always, her ribs-length dark hair was tied into pigtails with short braids that swung in the air as she danced next to her stone pillar of partner. In one pumping fist, she holds a bottle of Gus n’ Bru whiskey
“Are you ready for this Waite?” Hazeema excitedly turns to her stoic client, “Time to show Florida how we do it up north!”
Olunike doesn't change her expression and nods, “Time permitting we’ll teach how to make real beer. Let’s get at ‘er.”
“10-4 good buddy.”
The multicultural team makes their way down the ramp, Hazeema eagerly greeting fans along the way while Olunike slaps a hand every now and then out of politeness.
“FROM LETTERKENNY, ONTARIO CANADA! ACCOMPANIED BY HAZEEMA MCMURRAY AND REPRESENTING THE NORTHERN COALITION! STANDING AT 171cm AND WEIGHING IN AT 59kgs! THE CANADIAN DESTROYER… OLUNIKE WAITE!”
OLUNIKE WAITE
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
Before the tall drink of Esker rolls into the ring, Waite places the two shot glasses she’s been carrying on the apron’s edge, while McMurray opens up the whiskey to pour themselves a drink. Each taking a shot in hand they tap the bottom of the glasses against the ring twice before knocking ‘em back to rowdy cheers! Olunike hands her glass to McMurray who heads over to the commentator’s table to talk up the new hardbody’s wrestling acumen to the viewers (much to Buck’s delight). Olunike slides into the squared circle and throws up a fist to the crowd before heading to the corner to wait for her opponent for the evening.
The grappler and the crowd don’t have to wait long as South Korea’s most wicked import and a member of the remaining rear guard of the once dangerous Asian Invasion is ready to claim past glory. As the urgent sound of “Sex on Wheels” by My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult washes over the FAWNatics, the assembled test their lungs, jeering the Invader even before she’s in view.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=PfsbLhptmS4 )
The aptly named Sin strides to center stage with her compatriot Reiko Ohno alongside to even tonight’s odds. Of course, there is no Yuko Ogura to accompany, FAWN’s most famous manager having been sent packing years ago. However, the Mach Two version of the Invasion could still pack a lethal punch on occasion.
SEAH SIN
REIKO OHNO
Reiko demands the assembled show their reverence but when that’s not forthcoming, the duo finally head down the ramp and aisle.
Garbed in a shiny red one-piece, Seah’s cleavage plunges to the navel, but is strategically covered in black mesh. Red pads and ankle boots finish the attire.
Next to her, Ohno is in a cosplay version of Yuko’s infamous cheeky take on a business suit. Above is a top that appears white satin in front, black-n-white stripes from side to back. Below is the familiar gun metal gray with pinstripes but only in very daring proportions, the tiny ring of cloth held in place with a pair of jaunty suspenders. On her abbreviated but delectable stems are whalenet stockings leading to black business pumps and atop her long chestnut-colored locks is a black fedora.
Reiko’s gear
The Invaders stalk down the aisle, Seah ignoring the outstretched hands, Reiko casting nasty glances, Ohno chirping back at the chants and catcalls while the Korean won’t dignify them.
As they reach the ring, Reiko draws a microphone to her lips.
“SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS,” Ohno shouts as she ascends the ring steps.
Reiko takes a seat on the middle strand before pushing up the top, leaving her partner plenty of room to enter. Sin slips through and the Yokohama Mama enters behind, demanding Nick Castle keep White back while she addresses the rabble.
“The Little Dragon is among you,” Ohno informs. “Provide the proper respect.”
The bellowing crowd is uninterested in doing so.
“You vile Americans and your craven Canadian cousins are about see the Dragon fly. She will tear this also-ran limb from limb and so announce our most impressive assault on the crumbling culture she and so many on the roster represent.”
The crowd voices its boisterous displeasure as Reiko drops the mic and the teammates move to the corner opposite Olunike. The woman Yuko once declared her Ninja, slides through the ropes and drops to the arena floor, while Seah stretches, never taking her eyes off tonight’s task..
Across the ring, Olunike’s meeting Seah’s steely gaze with her own. She’s not intimidated by Seah’s skills or record, as impressive as they may be, but Olunike’s perpetually mystified by most of the roster’s personalities. She leans her head to look at Hazeema down at ringside, getting an excellent view of her manager’s cleavage, “Should we start doing that? I’m getting the sense we’re supposed to talk more.”
Hazeema waves that idea off, she can’t be that rude on purpose. “That’s not for us, bud. We’re like ambassadors, we got to show the best qualities of Grand Canadia.”
Olunike’s mouth quirks to the side, and she nods in agreement as the bell rings. "Ferda. Back in a bit." The Canadian brickhouse walks out of the corner and meets Seah at center ring. Olunike cordially extends a hand, "Nice to meet you, Seah Sin. How are ya now?"
Crack!
Seah rejects Waite's hand for her face, whipping it to the side with a hateful Bytch Slap. the OOHHH of the crowd nearly drowns out Hazeema’s angry shouts and Reiko’s cackling laughter. Waite slowly turns back her head to face Seah, her bow lips now in a thin line as she narrows her eyes at the Korean Killer. Seah sticks a finger an inch away from the Canuck’s nose.
“You think I want to touch your filth-covered farmer hands? You should lie down and be grateful if only put my boot on your breast as a pin.”
Olunike’s expression remains unchanged; she speaks calmly but with steel in her voice, ”If you wanted a scrap and not a match, all you had to do was say so.”
Seah snarls and strafes Olunike’s gurls with an Overhand Chop, Crack. the Destroyer grimaces and backs up a step. She reaches across her stinging chest to touch her shoulder and swings out, belting Seah’s pair with an echoing Knife-Edge Chop! Crack! The Little Dragon stifles a grunt and backs up a couple of steps before resurging with another Overhand. The two battling beauties start things off swift and intense with a Bloodwind-Esque Chop battle.
The FAWNatics are already getting rowdy in the stands seeing the match get underway with a furious start! Waite’s and Sin’s hands fly, filling the air with fleshy thunder; about six or so shots in, Seah’s starts to falter. Her martial arts training puts her on par or better than women larger than her, but Olunike seems better trained than her lacklustre ring gear or country bumpkin dialect would suggest. Seah’s chopping arm begins to slow, and the Canadian starts getting two shots for the Korean’s one they’re speeding up! Worried for her increasingly sore bust. Seah switches her strategy, and ducks the next Knife-edge to slip behind Waite. The rurally regal Canuck whirls around and gets doubled over with a side kick to the gut. Seah takes her in a Front Facelock and really chokes up on it, trying to squeeze the fight out of the big rookie before she gets a chance to get rolling.
If you know Olunike, you know going for the head is a bad idea. With an almost casual calmness, Olunike pries Sin’s arm away from her noggin and contorts it with a Wristlock as she stands tall. The managers of the wrestlers down at ringside smack the apron and shout dueling encouragements and threats.
“That’s it, Waite! Break her down!”
“Get that big bitch off her, ref! She’s pulling Seah’s hair!”
Olunike isn’t pulling Seah’s hair, but she is leading her by the twisted limb into a walk of the perimeter of the ring, showing off the humbled heel to the masses on their way to the Northern Coalition’s corner. Olunike turns away from Seah and brings the captured arm down hard on her shoulder, making the Invader yelp, then hiss as she completes the turn resetting the Arm Wringer. Nearly at the corner, Seah stretches out and grabs the top rope the moment it’s within reach, halting the walk. The official scurries over, ready to call for a rope break when Seah plays the Lightweight card and hops onto the bottom cable; she launches into a forward flip and lands perfectly on her feet, her arm still in Waite’s grasp but no longer bending against its design. Sin quickly reverses the hold and works it with enthusiasm! Jumping up and down to jar Waite’s right arm and rapidly back bedding to the Invaders’ corner, Waite grimaces and slaps at her shoulder to alleviate the pain, but she’s playing close to the vest.
Olunike’s resisting and trying to maneuver out of the hold, so Seah spanks a kick into the back of her thigh and twists the arm into a Hammerlock. Olunike hisses and goes to her tiptoes, then growls when Seah pulls on the back of her hair, making her look up into the harsh houselights.
“Giving you a preview,” Seah seethes into Waite’s ear as they march toward the buckles, “You’ll get a better look later when I get the three count.”
Seah shoves the Coalition member into the corner while maintaining her grips. She cattily yanks Waite’s head by the hair in all directions till the ref counts to 4.5 and breaks away with hands in the air; a flinching Olunike stays boobs to buckle and touches her scalp and lets loose a bark of pain when Seah Judo Chops in the back of the neck.
Sin spins the grimacing Waite to face her and lights Olunike up with a backhand chop reverberating around the arena. The impact knocks the Canadian back on her heels and the Invader takes the opportunity to hop to the middle ropes, a boot on either side of the buckles.
Grabbing Olunike’s long ebony locks, Seah yanks back on the strands and pounds away with a flurry of fists. She doesn’t reach the planned ten.
The Rural Regal encircles the Korean’s slender sinewy thighs, lifts Seah off her perch, and carries the wide-eyed Sin toward center stage. Reaching the middle, Olunike genuflects, dropping the Invader’s undercarriage onto the plank of her upper leg with an Atomic Drop.
Seah hops into the air, her knees knocking together before she returns to earth, face etched in pain. Sin’s hands bury beneath her thighs, fury mixing with anguish in her dark eyes.
Momentarily frozen in place by the throbbing from below, Sin can manage no defense when Olunike lifts her right arm wide, surges forward, and decks Seah with a powerful clothesline that puts the Invader on her back. On the outside, Reiko throws her arms in the air, in disbelief the Little Dragon is grounded.
There’s no such air from Hazeema who boisterously encourages her fellow Canuck to keep the pressure on. And Waite leaps, legs extended, dropping them across the throat and chest of the Korean. Sin spasms under the force of the stems then falling still beneath them. Oluinke leaving the limbs draped across for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Seah shoves the legs off and rolls to her side.
Waite doesn’t seem perturbed by the near fall, grabbing a wrist and shoulder of the Invader and tugging a wincing Seah to her feet as she rises. Turning Sin face to face, the Canadian brickhouse thumps a series of forearms for which Seah has no answer, the smaller woman rocked and retreating until the series of blows puts Sin’s back against the corner.
As Olunike steps toward the Little Dragon, Seah gets a leg up and pistons it outward to fend off the farmer. She climbs to the middle ropes, ready to launch into an aerial assault, but Waite reacts too quickly, preempting take off. Olunike rushes forward with another forearm blast, this one to the golden-brown center of Sin.
With Seah unsteady on the ropes, Waite turns her back to her foe, dips and sweeps her arms around the thighs of the Korean. Showing her strength, Olunike powers through hoisting her adversary off the cables, Sin airborne in a way she never imagined.
High on Olunike’s shoulders, an anxious Seah lifts her arms wide, balancing atop Waite as the Canuck walks Sin toward the center to the encouragement of a delighted Hazeema. Reaching the prescribed position, Olunike bends forward and shows off her power, sending Seah plummeting to the canvas with an electric chair facebuster.
Electric Chair Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Af7PnrXyz48 )
Seah bounces a few inches off the deck from the force of the collision, wrapping an arm around her chest, the opposite hand flying to her features as she reflexively flops to her back, at the feet of the Canadian.
With Seah forcefully quieted, it’s left to Reiko to pick up the badgering threats or, in this case, complaints. She hops to the apron to distract Waite from her partner and slow the onslaught.
“Your corrupt Canadian chicanery will not stand!”
“Funny,” Olunike responds calmly, “it seems like your buddy is the one that’s not standing.”
Waite, her eyes still on Ohno as she reaches for the flattened Sin, has her wrist snatched by the flashing hand of Seah. The Invader yanks the startled Olunike off her feet and into a small package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Destroyer breaks free of her bundle and scurries to her feet, making it to vertical a tick before the rising Seah. And before Sin can get her defenses high, Waite BLASTS her with another impactful forearm, staggering Seah. Grabbing a wrist, Olunike spins her foe into an Irish Whip, heaving the Little Dragon to the far cables. Seah returns at full speed with the Brickhouse stationed in the center, dipping to collect her package and destroy Sin with a spinebuster. But the agility of the Invader is on display as she leapfrogs over Olunike’s grasp.
Stomping on the brakes, she spins to face her larger foe and is ready with a boot to a knee when Waite does the same. Forcing the Canadian Destroyer to genuflect in front of her, Seah backpedals to the ropes behind to build momentum and RAMS a raised knee to the forehead of her foe, knocking Olunike flat to the canvas.
Back on the arena floor, Reiko regales the front rows with the Asian Invasion’s plans for world domination while pointing out the first step in the ring. Inside, when Waite rolls to her chest to prevent a pin, Seah leaps into a tight tuck above Olunike and drives her bony joints into the spine of her adversary upon her landing.
As Olunike arches in pain from the strike, Seah laces and cups her hands, sweeping them under the chin of the Brickhouse. Remaining in a kneel atop her bigger foe, the Korean reefs back with her grip, the chinlock allowing her to test the elasticity of the Canadian’s spinal column.
As Waite grunts in pain from the lock, Seah demands her opponent surrender. The ref steps close to second the motion, inquiring whether Olunike wants to capitulate.
Instead, Waite gets her hands and knees beneath her, powering to all fours at the incredulity of both Invaders. Seah shakes her head but maintains her grip as she continues to ‘ride’ in disbelief until the brawny Canuck is on her feet.
Olunike reaches over her shoulders to locate Seah’s noggin to snapmare her pesky rival off, but the Invader uses the Destroyer’s limited balance against her, throwing her mass in the direction Olunike’s leaning.
Laying out, she BLASTS the accompanying Waite with a makeshift Backstabber that shocks Hazeema and the FAWNatics, the force of the jolt leaving a shellshocked Olunike
grimacing on her side, reaching for in pain for the base of her spine.
Backstabber ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=T68F79fet-0 ) :32
A sneering Seah reaches for her foe, pulling her flat to the canvas and diving on top in a lateral press for the pin and the win at…
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TWO…
Olunike kicks outs with her whole body! Launching the Invader off her person and onto her knees. Reiko violently points a finger at the official while Seah crawls over to Olunike’s head and works her hands into the Canuck’s luxurious locks.
“That was slow! You’re showing bias for your Canadian cousins!”
With far harder tugs than necessary, Seah drags Waite to her feet and swivels her head and body with a Spinning Back Fist!
A spray of spit flies from the farmer’s mouth when Seah’s balled hand blasts into her cheek.
Olunike stumbles into a turn, giving her back to the loathsome lightweight. Seah takes her from behind in a tight Waistlock and, with a guttural roar, sends the larger woman flying with a German Suplex.
Olunike’s not one for those high-flying, Lucha moves of her stablemate La Sombra, but she can bring out some acrobatics in a pinch. The FAWNatics let out an impressed shout seeing Sin hurl the destroyer overhead and let out a loud cheer seeing Olunike rotate in the air and land on her feet with some grace. Seah picks herself up off the ring floor, unaware that the toughest lady in Letterkenny is backing into the cables and about to deliver some pain.
Sin hears her makeshift manager shrieking about something as she gets to verticality. She takes a moment to turn her head to Reiko.
“What?”
This serves as the perfect distraction, leaving Sin defenseless when Olunike leaps at her two steps off the rope’s recoil. With the statuesque powerhouse going near 180 degrees, she clocks the Little Dragon with a flying Headbutt!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZjjiC5EkwA
Hazeema pumps a fist in the air seeing Olunike deploy her signature, unique offence.
“Look at that Sniper!”
On the other side of the ring, Reiko covers her mouth with her hands and goes pale. She may have cost Seah the match.
Seah cradles her aching head and rocks side to side on the ground, muttering unrepeatable swears and foul phrases in Korean.
Olunike takes her time standing up, the Invader’s earlier attacks still paying dividends.
Olunike plucks out a slight wedgie that’s been bothering her since the Chin Lock and approaches the prone Seah.
“Better brace yourself. You’re about to have a Canadian Heritage Moment.”
Seah pulls herself to a kneeling position and tries staving off Waite with a fusillade of punches to the flanks.
“What’s that? Maple Syrup and Passive Aggression!? Urk!”
Olunike stuns her foe with Forearm Smash to the upper back and takes Seah’s arms in Double Underhooks.
“Mary Shadd Cary was the first Black newspaper publisher in Canada.”
Olunike lifts the Little Dragon with ease and plants Seah onto the ring floor with a Standing Powerbomb.
MARY(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btHEbHKCts8)
“She opened a school in Windsor, where fugitive slaves could get an education.”
The Canadian Destroyer takes a groaning Seah by the ears and raises her back up onto unsteady boots, if only briefly. Seah finds herself lifted, spun, and once again driven into the mat. This time with a Gutwrench Powerbomb.
SHADD(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ievrPFTJsAw)
“And she was the second Black woman to earn a law degree in United States history. Hope you enjoyed your Canadian Heritage Moment.”
The leading lady of Letterkenny bends down and collects Seah off the ring floor. It's a bit more difficult this time, the Invader's body looking pretty boneless right now.
Olunike takes Seah by the scruff of the neck and forces her to double over while trapping one of the Little Dragon's arms behind a shoulder. Olunike reaches through Seah's legs to steal a wrist and pulls it back.
Seah Sin's pretty loopy, but she has an idea of what's coming. She wearily shakes her head, groaning, "Nononoo…"
As Waite hoists Seah up like she's unfurling a sheet and falls onto her firm backside, finishing her power move trio with a Pumphandle Powerbomb!
CARY(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpDp5thx4uU)
The FAWNatics give Olunike resounding applause for the display of strongwomanship!
When they pull up the canvas when the show’s over, they’re gonna see a bunch of dents in the shape of Seah’s body.
Olunike slips over to the side of Seah’s starfished and near unconscious body for a cover.
“Aaiiee!!”
Olunike whips her head toward the cry from the Northern Coalition’s corner to see a wailing and flailing Hazeema.
There’s a ruckus down at ringside.
While Olunike had everyone’s attention making a crater with Sin’s body, Reiko Ohno snuck around the ring behind Hazeema and has slipped her swift fingers around the gear at her sister manager’s waistline then given the DM&M, the mother of all wedgies!
With a wincing Hazeema on tiptoes, back turned to a grinning Reiko, Ohno spins McMurray to face her and plants a knee into the Canadian’s midriff. With McMurray bent at the waist, Reiko turns away from her fellow wrestler-turned-second, snatching Hazeema’s arms in double underhooks as she does.
The Invader spins so her shoulders are buried into the small of McMurray’s back, the back of her head tight to Hazeema’s abundant backside. Grunting with effort, Reiko raises Hazeema off the thinly-padded cement, ready to send Olunike’s partner into unconsciousness with a Kudo Driver onto the concrete.
Kudo Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaD9y4z9W1U )
But before Ohno can deliver, Olunike races to the ropes, baseball sliding under and catching McMurray when Reiko drops to her derriere. Aware something is amiss behind her but unsure how her effort has been derailed, Reiko gets an idea when Olunike sinks her nails into Ohno’s ebony mane from behind, tugging a yelping Reiko to her feet. Waite spins the Invader to face her and gets to work, going Muhammad Ali on the interloper. The farmer’s fists are flying with amazing dexterity and speed, Waite rapping multiple combos off Reiko’s jaw until Ohno is out on her feet.
Reiko wobbles in front of the vengeful Olunike, poised for the uppercut finish when a recovered Seah enters the fray. Sin Suicide Dives between the top and middle ropes CRASHING into the Canadian’s left shoulder before she can put Reiko’s lights out with a right fist. The impact sends Olunike lurching toward the steel barricade where her right shoulder BANGS into the unforgiving metal.
A cat-like Seah, having landed on her feet after the collision, is held for a moment when Hazeema grabs a shoulder from behind. But a mule kick from the Korean finds the juncture of Hazeema’s thighs and McMurray drops to her haunches, hands buried between her legs, Seah adding to the wedgie anguish.
With Castle counting, Sin knows her time is limited. She plucks a wounded Waite off the arena floor by a shoulder and wrist and whips her to the apron from short range, Olunike spinning into a back-first impact with the apron’s edge.
Arching in pain, Waite’s unready to defend a side kick to her open abdomen, then is ROCKED by a spinning back fist to the jaw, putting Waite adjacent to Dream Street. Olunike spins in a 360 down the length of the ring, leaning heavily against the apron to remain upright after the pirouette.
With Nick at an unhappy ‘EIGHT’, Sin stuffs her adversary back in the legal battlefield under the bottom ropes. The Invader rises to a standing position on the apron, grabbing the top cable. Pulling back on the rubber-coated steel, Seah leaps to a landing on the uppermost rope and springboards INTO A 450 SPLASH that GUTS the splayed Olunike across her unprotected tummy.
Springboard 450 Splash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQqlbQ3jKBA ) :38
A grimacing Seah hits the move with everything she’s got in her tiny frame and is left hugging herself momentarily from the jarring result. She quickly composes and dives across her foe, Olunike far worse off from the impressive aerial assault, for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
A bug-eyed and gasping Waite remains stubborn enough to shove a shoulder off the canvas to Sin’s amazement. Seah rises and gets in Castle’s grill or at least as close as her 61-inch height will allow.
After being assured the match continues, a frustrated Seah returns her attention to Olunike, the Canadian grappler still rocking from shoulder to shoulder, groaning as she embraces her insides.
With Waite struggling to rise, the Little Dragon moves to the nearest corner and climbs to a position on the middle ropes as Waite reaches an unsteady vertical. Unfortunately for Ounike, in search of her foe, she turns into a launching Sin. Seah tightens into a tuck after taking to the air and THWAMS into Waite’s head and shoulders with a mighty Meteora.
Meteora ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOuwXcgFYk8 ) 1:53
Seah maintains a schoolgirl pin from her landing, her shins across Olunike’s biceps, Waite’s chin tucked tight to Sin’s crotch. The Invader scoops an arm behind each of Olunike’s raised legs at the knees and settles for the inevitable…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Waite shoves out from under the seated pin, Sin and a semi-recovered Reiko’s jaw dropping in unison at the Canadian’s survival.
The Korean lets her Japanese cohort lambast the biased Castle, while she attends to her foe, helping Waite to a kneeling position before laying in with a series of kicks to the faltering Canadian’s chest. With her foe’s rack humming from the abuse, Seah pivots and sends a low-rise Superkick to bisect the eyes of the feckless farmer.
But her boot never meets the target, a seemingly dazed Waite ducking the blow and pulling an off-balance Seah to the canvas, rolling her up in a small package for the…
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TWO…
Sin wriggles free, popping to her feet, beating Olunike there by a tick and PLANTING the tardy Superkick to Waite’s chin instead. Olunike’s body stiffens board-like and she timbers to the deck in a motionless starfish, out cold.
A smirking Seah plays to the jeering crowd, pointing at Waite, showing off her foe’s decrepit state to Hazeema and all the Canadian’s supporters in the stands.
“This is what results from our Invasion. Don’t ever forget,” Sin shouts to the back row.
The Korean high-flyer strides confidently to the nearest set of buckles and climbs to the top, turning to face her foe. She raises her arms high and wide and elevates HIGH into the Orlando sky, collapsing into a ball at her zenith, then expanding flying-squirrel style as she lands her graceful and devastating frog splash ACROSS OLUNIKE’S RAISED KNEES!
Reiko turns away from the disaster even as Hazeema cheers on her partner to regain control after the desperation counter.
In the ring, a gutted Seah wraps her arms around her midriff as if to hold her internal organs in place while a besieged Olunike struggles to her haunches and surveys.
“I think this pie has cooled enough, time to serve it up,” the Canadian Destroyer lumbers to her feet and trudges toward the writhing Sin. She risks a look at her manager; Hazeema has climbed the apron skirt with her hands and has her upper body draped on the landing of the steel steps. The DM&M gives her a shaky thumbs up and Olunike nods, now assured her friend is okay and she's free to beat down Seah till she has a hockey player's smile.
Waite reaches down and grabs Seah by the arm and scruff, "Pitter Patter." And hauls the Little Dragon to her feet in one movement. "Don't touch me!" Seah rears back and bangs a forearm against Waite's jaw to get free, The Coalitionite's head is put on a swivel and she staggers back. Seah speeds to the ropes behind her, rebounding off them back to Olunike.
Crack!
Seah drops to the ring floor in a sprawl with her eyes rolled up; whatever offence she had in mind disappears when Olunike strikes her with a Spinning Back Elbow to the side of the head!
MOOOSEJAW BREAKER
youtu.be/xhBXOu17lA0?t=315
“You’re a resilient one, I’ll give you that.” Olunike lifts Seah’s lifeless stems by the ankles and folds them till they're up by the Korean’s ears. Olunike takes a heavy seat on the back of Seah’s thighs with her hands on helps, a dominant pin as payback for earlier rudeness.
“Just need to learn some manners.”
ONE!
“She’s cheating!”
A disheveled Reiko frantically climbs onto the ring apron and has one leg through the ropes before the referee bolts up to halt the interference. The heelish manager points at a fuming Olunike and shrieks, “Her elbow pad is loaded! It’s filled with toonies!”
The Canadian Destroyer angrily gets off her human cushion, letting Seah unfurl and tilt onto her side. Reiko withdraws her leg back to the edge of the ring as Olunike approaches hollering, “I’m not wearing elbow pads, you dejen!”
Ohno’s putting on a big show to buy her stablemate time, pitching a fit and gesticulating wildly at the official, “She had them earlier! She threw them into the crowd after- whoaUlck!”
Hazeema grabs Ohno by her dainty ankles and yanks them out from under the surprised Invader. Reiko hits the hardest part of the ring with her face and chest and collapses to the padded floor below, moaning and cradling her various aches. The busty binational Hazeema yells down at her enemy manager, “Knock off that Junior League crap, pheasant! Fucking embarrassing!”
Waite tips an imaginary hat to her friend and turns her attention back to Seah, who’s recovered some in the precious time Reiko bought her and is slowly rising off hands and knees. Waite’s there to meet her with a goozle as soon as Seah stands straight; with strength fueled by desperation, the Little Dragon swings down her forearm against the Canadian’s, freeing her from a Chokeslam in its infancy. Seah’s off balance from the motion but has the experience and skill to ping a Superkick off Olunike’s jaw in the heat of the moment!
Super kick ( youtu.be/xjZkxVYBVjY?t=1179 )
The FAWNatics groan at the sight of Sin’s boot connecting with the Canadian’s defined jaw, and watch in amazement as Olunike stays upright, at least for now. The Destroyer’s eyes are unfocused as she’s wavering on her heels like a tower with a poor foundation. Sin hightails to the far ropes and springs off them into a running leap, her smooth legs snapping onto Olunike's head like the jaws of a crocodile. This is the first half of her finisher, The Flying Dragon; Sin crunches her abs and whips back for a Hurricanrana that will hurl the Canuck across the ring.
Seah feels the familiar rush of blood to her head as she flips and the bubbling thrill of a match won. Then it all disappears, replaced with cold dread. Olunike's body goes from rubber to cement in an instant and is holding Seah in her arms, suspending her inches above the mat. With a growl of effort, Olunike swings Seah onto her shoulders and walks her farther away from the ropes.
Olunike takes some of the Little Dragon's one-piece by the hips and raises her even higher in the Powerbomb position while showing off Seah's buns with a slight wedgie. The fearful Korean lightweight rapidly shakes her head side to side “Nonono!” But her pleas fall on deaf ears. Olunike SLAMS Seah with ring rattling force onto the canvas with an Elevated Powerbomb!
NIAGARA FALLS
youtu.be/hn-nNbBgBZY?t=49
Sin arches her back as her body seizes with pain, going taut as a bow before losing all tension and puddling to the mat. The only movement from her person is the subtle fluttering of her chest, and a slight twitch of Sin’s left boot. Waite kneels and puts a single hand against her opponent’s breast, flattening it with a dominant pin as she flexes a bicep with her free arm.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DINGDINGDING!!!
Olunike gets another in the win column with a well-fought, crowd pleaser of a brawl. She stands up to let the repelled Invader breathe and lets the applause of the Orlando fans wash over her with a smile.
The happy Hazeema skips into the ring with glasses and the bottle of Gus n’ Bru in hand, and wraps the victorious powerhouse in a big hug.
“You won! You won! Never in doubt!”
Hazeema hands Olunike one of the shot glasses and fills it with craft beer before pouring her own, “The Coalition crushes competition!”
Olunike grins and clinks her cup against Hazeema’s, chirping “Ferda!” before they drink them down to cheers and whistles.
“You got lucky!”
The stealthy Ohno collected her partner with no one noticing and is supporting a frustrated and furious Seah with an arm across her shoulders. Ohno’s wise enough to make her threats at the base of the ramp and continues to shriek at the Canadians as they make a dignified retreat to the locker room.
“You ever see us again, The Invasion will send you back to Canada in crates! Cheap ones!”
Irritated but collected, Olunike and Hazeema raise their glasses to the challenge, and the winner of the match yells back,
“Any time, any place. The Northern Coalition never runs from a fight!”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_2D8Eo15wE
The screen goes black as the speakers pump out the classic rock anthem ‘Black Betty” by Ram Jam, white silhouettes of one woman Powerbombing another fly back and forth across the screen. When the bombee hits the ground, the world becomes a fever dream of interweaving colours before resetting to black. The now pale shadows switch to a different variation of a slam to summon the melting kaleidoscope.
Stepping out from behind the curtain are a pair of hires from the Great White North with very contrasting styles and dispositions; A tall, strong, young Black woman with long dark hair in delightful curls named Olunike Waite stood with hands on hips and wearing a stern, inscrutable expression. With slightly squinting eyes she takes the measure of the ring and the surrounding area... The Canadian Destroyer’s new ring togs are conservative by FAWN standards and represent her straightforward mindset and rural background plainly.
A one-piece with a two-button collar simulating a stereotypical farmer’s outfit; an unbuttoned V-neck that stopped just before the cleavage of her perfectly proportioned 34Bs, the top half of her gear coloured red, brown and white in a flannel pattern. A texture and colour change from the waist down creates a faux denim daisy dukes substitute, complete with belt loops her thumbs hooking into the ones sewn at her sides. Two shot glasses are pressed tightly between her ring and forefinger in her right hand.
Beside Olunike stood her shorter childhood friend, manager, dungeon master and sometimes tag partner Hazeema McMurray, dressed for business and pleasure. A red silk blouse unbuttoned halfway down letting her mountainous cleavage breathe, showing a hint of her entirely unnecessary push-up bra. A silk brown skirt hugged her shelf of an ass and ended just past mid-thigh, leaving her tan legs uncovered till her fashionable, strappy sandals. As always, her ribs-length dark hair was tied into pigtails with short braids that swung in the air as she danced next to her stone pillar of partner. In one pumping fist, she holds a bottle of Gus n’ Bru whiskey
“Are you ready for this Waite?” Hazeema excitedly turns to her stoic client, “Time to show Florida how we do it up north!”
Olunike doesn't change her expression and nods, “Time permitting we’ll teach how to make real beer. Let’s get at ‘er.”
“10-4 good buddy.”
The multicultural team makes their way down the ramp, Hazeema eagerly greeting fans along the way while Olunike slaps a hand every now and then out of politeness.
“FROM LETTERKENNY, ONTARIO CANADA! ACCOMPANIED BY HAZEEMA MCMURRAY AND REPRESENTING THE NORTHERN COALITION! STANDING AT 171cm AND WEIGHING IN AT 59kgs! THE CANADIAN DESTROYER… OLUNIKE WAITE!”
OLUNIKE WAITE
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
Before the tall drink of Esker rolls into the ring, Waite places the two shot glasses she’s been carrying on the apron’s edge, while McMurray opens up the whiskey to pour themselves a drink. Each taking a shot in hand they tap the bottom of the glasses against the ring twice before knocking ‘em back to rowdy cheers! Olunike hands her glass to McMurray who heads over to the commentator’s table to talk up the new hardbody’s wrestling acumen to the viewers (much to Buck’s delight). Olunike slides into the squared circle and throws up a fist to the crowd before heading to the corner to wait for her opponent for the evening.
The grappler and the crowd don’t have to wait long as South Korea’s most wicked import and a member of the remaining rear guard of the once dangerous Asian Invasion is ready to claim past glory. As the urgent sound of “Sex on Wheels” by My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult washes over the FAWNatics, the assembled test their lungs, jeering the Invader even before she’s in view.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=PfsbLhptmS4 )
The aptly named Sin strides to center stage with her compatriot Reiko Ohno alongside to even tonight’s odds. Of course, there is no Yuko Ogura to accompany, FAWN’s most famous manager having been sent packing years ago. However, the Mach Two version of the Invasion could still pack a lethal punch on occasion.
SEAH SIN
REIKO OHNO
Reiko demands the assembled show their reverence but when that’s not forthcoming, the duo finally head down the ramp and aisle.
Garbed in a shiny red one-piece, Seah’s cleavage plunges to the navel, but is strategically covered in black mesh. Red pads and ankle boots finish the attire.
Next to her, Ohno is in a cosplay version of Yuko’s infamous cheeky take on a business suit. Above is a top that appears white satin in front, black-n-white stripes from side to back. Below is the familiar gun metal gray with pinstripes but only in very daring proportions, the tiny ring of cloth held in place with a pair of jaunty suspenders. On her abbreviated but delectable stems are whalenet stockings leading to black business pumps and atop her long chestnut-colored locks is a black fedora.
Reiko’s gear
The Invaders stalk down the aisle, Seah ignoring the outstretched hands, Reiko casting nasty glances, Ohno chirping back at the chants and catcalls while the Korean won’t dignify them.
As they reach the ring, Reiko draws a microphone to her lips.
“SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS,” Ohno shouts as she ascends the ring steps.
Reiko takes a seat on the middle strand before pushing up the top, leaving her partner plenty of room to enter. Sin slips through and the Yokohama Mama enters behind, demanding Nick Castle keep White back while she addresses the rabble.
“The Little Dragon is among you,” Ohno informs. “Provide the proper respect.”
The bellowing crowd is uninterested in doing so.
“You vile Americans and your craven Canadian cousins are about see the Dragon fly. She will tear this also-ran limb from limb and so announce our most impressive assault on the crumbling culture she and so many on the roster represent.”
The crowd voices its boisterous displeasure as Reiko drops the mic and the teammates move to the corner opposite Olunike. The woman Yuko once declared her Ninja, slides through the ropes and drops to the arena floor, while Seah stretches, never taking her eyes off tonight’s task..
Across the ring, Olunike’s meeting Seah’s steely gaze with her own. She’s not intimidated by Seah’s skills or record, as impressive as they may be, but Olunike’s perpetually mystified by most of the roster’s personalities. She leans her head to look at Hazeema down at ringside, getting an excellent view of her manager’s cleavage, “Should we start doing that? I’m getting the sense we’re supposed to talk more.”
Hazeema waves that idea off, she can’t be that rude on purpose. “That’s not for us, bud. We’re like ambassadors, we got to show the best qualities of Grand Canadia.”
Olunike’s mouth quirks to the side, and she nods in agreement as the bell rings. "Ferda. Back in a bit." The Canadian brickhouse walks out of the corner and meets Seah at center ring. Olunike cordially extends a hand, "Nice to meet you, Seah Sin. How are ya now?"
Crack!
Seah rejects Waite's hand for her face, whipping it to the side with a hateful Bytch Slap. the OOHHH of the crowd nearly drowns out Hazeema’s angry shouts and Reiko’s cackling laughter. Waite slowly turns back her head to face Seah, her bow lips now in a thin line as she narrows her eyes at the Korean Killer. Seah sticks a finger an inch away from the Canuck’s nose.
“You think I want to touch your filth-covered farmer hands? You should lie down and be grateful if only put my boot on your breast as a pin.”
Olunike’s expression remains unchanged; she speaks calmly but with steel in her voice, ”If you wanted a scrap and not a match, all you had to do was say so.”
Seah snarls and strafes Olunike’s gurls with an Overhand Chop, Crack. the Destroyer grimaces and backs up a step. She reaches across her stinging chest to touch her shoulder and swings out, belting Seah’s pair with an echoing Knife-Edge Chop! Crack! The Little Dragon stifles a grunt and backs up a couple of steps before resurging with another Overhand. The two battling beauties start things off swift and intense with a Bloodwind-Esque Chop battle.
The FAWNatics are already getting rowdy in the stands seeing the match get underway with a furious start! Waite’s and Sin’s hands fly, filling the air with fleshy thunder; about six or so shots in, Seah’s starts to falter. Her martial arts training puts her on par or better than women larger than her, but Olunike seems better trained than her lacklustre ring gear or country bumpkin dialect would suggest. Seah’s chopping arm begins to slow, and the Canadian starts getting two shots for the Korean’s one they’re speeding up! Worried for her increasingly sore bust. Seah switches her strategy, and ducks the next Knife-edge to slip behind Waite. The rurally regal Canuck whirls around and gets doubled over with a side kick to the gut. Seah takes her in a Front Facelock and really chokes up on it, trying to squeeze the fight out of the big rookie before she gets a chance to get rolling.
If you know Olunike, you know going for the head is a bad idea. With an almost casual calmness, Olunike pries Sin’s arm away from her noggin and contorts it with a Wristlock as she stands tall. The managers of the wrestlers down at ringside smack the apron and shout dueling encouragements and threats.
“That’s it, Waite! Break her down!”
“Get that big bitch off her, ref! She’s pulling Seah’s hair!”
Olunike isn’t pulling Seah’s hair, but she is leading her by the twisted limb into a walk of the perimeter of the ring, showing off the humbled heel to the masses on their way to the Northern Coalition’s corner. Olunike turns away from Seah and brings the captured arm down hard on her shoulder, making the Invader yelp, then hiss as she completes the turn resetting the Arm Wringer. Nearly at the corner, Seah stretches out and grabs the top rope the moment it’s within reach, halting the walk. The official scurries over, ready to call for a rope break when Seah plays the Lightweight card and hops onto the bottom cable; she launches into a forward flip and lands perfectly on her feet, her arm still in Waite’s grasp but no longer bending against its design. Sin quickly reverses the hold and works it with enthusiasm! Jumping up and down to jar Waite’s right arm and rapidly back bedding to the Invaders’ corner, Waite grimaces and slaps at her shoulder to alleviate the pain, but she’s playing close to the vest.
Olunike’s resisting and trying to maneuver out of the hold, so Seah spanks a kick into the back of her thigh and twists the arm into a Hammerlock. Olunike hisses and goes to her tiptoes, then growls when Seah pulls on the back of her hair, making her look up into the harsh houselights.
“Giving you a preview,” Seah seethes into Waite’s ear as they march toward the buckles, “You’ll get a better look later when I get the three count.”
Seah shoves the Coalition member into the corner while maintaining her grips. She cattily yanks Waite’s head by the hair in all directions till the ref counts to 4.5 and breaks away with hands in the air; a flinching Olunike stays boobs to buckle and touches her scalp and lets loose a bark of pain when Seah Judo Chops in the back of the neck.
Sin spins the grimacing Waite to face her and lights Olunike up with a backhand chop reverberating around the arena. The impact knocks the Canadian back on her heels and the Invader takes the opportunity to hop to the middle ropes, a boot on either side of the buckles.
Grabbing Olunike’s long ebony locks, Seah yanks back on the strands and pounds away with a flurry of fists. She doesn’t reach the planned ten.
The Rural Regal encircles the Korean’s slender sinewy thighs, lifts Seah off her perch, and carries the wide-eyed Sin toward center stage. Reaching the middle, Olunike genuflects, dropping the Invader’s undercarriage onto the plank of her upper leg with an Atomic Drop.
Seah hops into the air, her knees knocking together before she returns to earth, face etched in pain. Sin’s hands bury beneath her thighs, fury mixing with anguish in her dark eyes.
Momentarily frozen in place by the throbbing from below, Sin can manage no defense when Olunike lifts her right arm wide, surges forward, and decks Seah with a powerful clothesline that puts the Invader on her back. On the outside, Reiko throws her arms in the air, in disbelief the Little Dragon is grounded.
There’s no such air from Hazeema who boisterously encourages her fellow Canuck to keep the pressure on. And Waite leaps, legs extended, dropping them across the throat and chest of the Korean. Sin spasms under the force of the stems then falling still beneath them. Oluinke leaving the limbs draped across for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Seah shoves the legs off and rolls to her side.
Waite doesn’t seem perturbed by the near fall, grabbing a wrist and shoulder of the Invader and tugging a wincing Seah to her feet as she rises. Turning Sin face to face, the Canadian brickhouse thumps a series of forearms for which Seah has no answer, the smaller woman rocked and retreating until the series of blows puts Sin’s back against the corner.
As Olunike steps toward the Little Dragon, Seah gets a leg up and pistons it outward to fend off the farmer. She climbs to the middle ropes, ready to launch into an aerial assault, but Waite reacts too quickly, preempting take off. Olunike rushes forward with another forearm blast, this one to the golden-brown center of Sin.
With Seah unsteady on the ropes, Waite turns her back to her foe, dips and sweeps her arms around the thighs of the Korean. Showing her strength, Olunike powers through hoisting her adversary off the cables, Sin airborne in a way she never imagined.
High on Olunike’s shoulders, an anxious Seah lifts her arms wide, balancing atop Waite as the Canuck walks Sin toward the center to the encouragement of a delighted Hazeema. Reaching the prescribed position, Olunike bends forward and shows off her power, sending Seah plummeting to the canvas with an electric chair facebuster.
Electric Chair Facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=Af7PnrXyz48 )
Seah bounces a few inches off the deck from the force of the collision, wrapping an arm around her chest, the opposite hand flying to her features as she reflexively flops to her back, at the feet of the Canadian.
With Seah forcefully quieted, it’s left to Reiko to pick up the badgering threats or, in this case, complaints. She hops to the apron to distract Waite from her partner and slow the onslaught.
“Your corrupt Canadian chicanery will not stand!”
“Funny,” Olunike responds calmly, “it seems like your buddy is the one that’s not standing.”
Waite, her eyes still on Ohno as she reaches for the flattened Sin, has her wrist snatched by the flashing hand of Seah. The Invader yanks the startled Olunike off her feet and into a small package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Destroyer breaks free of her bundle and scurries to her feet, making it to vertical a tick before the rising Seah. And before Sin can get her defenses high, Waite BLASTS her with another impactful forearm, staggering Seah. Grabbing a wrist, Olunike spins her foe into an Irish Whip, heaving the Little Dragon to the far cables. Seah returns at full speed with the Brickhouse stationed in the center, dipping to collect her package and destroy Sin with a spinebuster. But the agility of the Invader is on display as she leapfrogs over Olunike’s grasp.
Stomping on the brakes, she spins to face her larger foe and is ready with a boot to a knee when Waite does the same. Forcing the Canadian Destroyer to genuflect in front of her, Seah backpedals to the ropes behind to build momentum and RAMS a raised knee to the forehead of her foe, knocking Olunike flat to the canvas.
Back on the arena floor, Reiko regales the front rows with the Asian Invasion’s plans for world domination while pointing out the first step in the ring. Inside, when Waite rolls to her chest to prevent a pin, Seah leaps into a tight tuck above Olunike and drives her bony joints into the spine of her adversary upon her landing.
As Olunike arches in pain from the strike, Seah laces and cups her hands, sweeping them under the chin of the Brickhouse. Remaining in a kneel atop her bigger foe, the Korean reefs back with her grip, the chinlock allowing her to test the elasticity of the Canadian’s spinal column.
As Waite grunts in pain from the lock, Seah demands her opponent surrender. The ref steps close to second the motion, inquiring whether Olunike wants to capitulate.
Instead, Waite gets her hands and knees beneath her, powering to all fours at the incredulity of both Invaders. Seah shakes her head but maintains her grip as she continues to ‘ride’ in disbelief until the brawny Canuck is on her feet.
Olunike reaches over her shoulders to locate Seah’s noggin to snapmare her pesky rival off, but the Invader uses the Destroyer’s limited balance against her, throwing her mass in the direction Olunike’s leaning.
Laying out, she BLASTS the accompanying Waite with a makeshift Backstabber that shocks Hazeema and the FAWNatics, the force of the jolt leaving a shellshocked Olunike
grimacing on her side, reaching for in pain for the base of her spine.
Backstabber ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=T68F79fet-0 ) :32
A sneering Seah reaches for her foe, pulling her flat to the canvas and diving on top in a lateral press for the pin and the win at…
ONE…
TWO…
Olunike kicks outs with her whole body! Launching the Invader off her person and onto her knees. Reiko violently points a finger at the official while Seah crawls over to Olunike’s head and works her hands into the Canuck’s luxurious locks.
“That was slow! You’re showing bias for your Canadian cousins!”
With far harder tugs than necessary, Seah drags Waite to her feet and swivels her head and body with a Spinning Back Fist!
A spray of spit flies from the farmer’s mouth when Seah’s balled hand blasts into her cheek.
Olunike stumbles into a turn, giving her back to the loathsome lightweight. Seah takes her from behind in a tight Waistlock and, with a guttural roar, sends the larger woman flying with a German Suplex.
Olunike’s not one for those high-flying, Lucha moves of her stablemate La Sombra, but she can bring out some acrobatics in a pinch. The FAWNatics let out an impressed shout seeing Sin hurl the destroyer overhead and let out a loud cheer seeing Olunike rotate in the air and land on her feet with some grace. Seah picks herself up off the ring floor, unaware that the toughest lady in Letterkenny is backing into the cables and about to deliver some pain.
Sin hears her makeshift manager shrieking about something as she gets to verticality. She takes a moment to turn her head to Reiko.
“What?”
This serves as the perfect distraction, leaving Sin defenseless when Olunike leaps at her two steps off the rope’s recoil. With the statuesque powerhouse going near 180 degrees, she clocks the Little Dragon with a flying Headbutt!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZjjiC5EkwA
Hazeema pumps a fist in the air seeing Olunike deploy her signature, unique offence.
“Look at that Sniper!”
On the other side of the ring, Reiko covers her mouth with her hands and goes pale. She may have cost Seah the match.
Seah cradles her aching head and rocks side to side on the ground, muttering unrepeatable swears and foul phrases in Korean.
Olunike takes her time standing up, the Invader’s earlier attacks still paying dividends.
Olunike plucks out a slight wedgie that’s been bothering her since the Chin Lock and approaches the prone Seah.
“Better brace yourself. You’re about to have a Canadian Heritage Moment.”
Seah pulls herself to a kneeling position and tries staving off Waite with a fusillade of punches to the flanks.
“What’s that? Maple Syrup and Passive Aggression!? Urk!”
Olunike stuns her foe with Forearm Smash to the upper back and takes Seah’s arms in Double Underhooks.
“Mary Shadd Cary was the first Black newspaper publisher in Canada.”
Olunike lifts the Little Dragon with ease and plants Seah onto the ring floor with a Standing Powerbomb.
MARY(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btHEbHKCts8)
“She opened a school in Windsor, where fugitive slaves could get an education.”
The Canadian Destroyer takes a groaning Seah by the ears and raises her back up onto unsteady boots, if only briefly. Seah finds herself lifted, spun, and once again driven into the mat. This time with a Gutwrench Powerbomb.
SHADD(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ievrPFTJsAw)
“And she was the second Black woman to earn a law degree in United States history. Hope you enjoyed your Canadian Heritage Moment.”
The leading lady of Letterkenny bends down and collects Seah off the ring floor. It's a bit more difficult this time, the Invader's body looking pretty boneless right now.
Olunike takes Seah by the scruff of the neck and forces her to double over while trapping one of the Little Dragon's arms behind a shoulder. Olunike reaches through Seah's legs to steal a wrist and pulls it back.
Seah Sin's pretty loopy, but she has an idea of what's coming. She wearily shakes her head, groaning, "Nononoo…"
As Waite hoists Seah up like she's unfurling a sheet and falls onto her firm backside, finishing her power move trio with a Pumphandle Powerbomb!
CARY(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpDp5thx4uU)
The FAWNatics give Olunike resounding applause for the display of strongwomanship!
When they pull up the canvas when the show’s over, they’re gonna see a bunch of dents in the shape of Seah’s body.
Olunike slips over to the side of Seah’s starfished and near unconscious body for a cover.
“Aaiiee!!”
Olunike whips her head toward the cry from the Northern Coalition’s corner to see a wailing and flailing Hazeema.
There’s a ruckus down at ringside.
While Olunike had everyone’s attention making a crater with Sin’s body, Reiko Ohno snuck around the ring behind Hazeema and has slipped her swift fingers around the gear at her sister manager’s waistline then given the DM&M, the mother of all wedgies!
With a wincing Hazeema on tiptoes, back turned to a grinning Reiko, Ohno spins McMurray to face her and plants a knee into the Canadian’s midriff. With McMurray bent at the waist, Reiko turns away from her fellow wrestler-turned-second, snatching Hazeema’s arms in double underhooks as she does.
The Invader spins so her shoulders are buried into the small of McMurray’s back, the back of her head tight to Hazeema’s abundant backside. Grunting with effort, Reiko raises Hazeema off the thinly-padded cement, ready to send Olunike’s partner into unconsciousness with a Kudo Driver onto the concrete.
Kudo Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaD9y4z9W1U )
But before Ohno can deliver, Olunike races to the ropes, baseball sliding under and catching McMurray when Reiko drops to her derriere. Aware something is amiss behind her but unsure how her effort has been derailed, Reiko gets an idea when Olunike sinks her nails into Ohno’s ebony mane from behind, tugging a yelping Reiko to her feet. Waite spins the Invader to face her and gets to work, going Muhammad Ali on the interloper. The farmer’s fists are flying with amazing dexterity and speed, Waite rapping multiple combos off Reiko’s jaw until Ohno is out on her feet.
Reiko wobbles in front of the vengeful Olunike, poised for the uppercut finish when a recovered Seah enters the fray. Sin Suicide Dives between the top and middle ropes CRASHING into the Canadian’s left shoulder before she can put Reiko’s lights out with a right fist. The impact sends Olunike lurching toward the steel barricade where her right shoulder BANGS into the unforgiving metal.
A cat-like Seah, having landed on her feet after the collision, is held for a moment when Hazeema grabs a shoulder from behind. But a mule kick from the Korean finds the juncture of Hazeema’s thighs and McMurray drops to her haunches, hands buried between her legs, Seah adding to the wedgie anguish.
With Castle counting, Sin knows her time is limited. She plucks a wounded Waite off the arena floor by a shoulder and wrist and whips her to the apron from short range, Olunike spinning into a back-first impact with the apron’s edge.
Arching in pain, Waite’s unready to defend a side kick to her open abdomen, then is ROCKED by a spinning back fist to the jaw, putting Waite adjacent to Dream Street. Olunike spins in a 360 down the length of the ring, leaning heavily against the apron to remain upright after the pirouette.
With Nick at an unhappy ‘EIGHT’, Sin stuffs her adversary back in the legal battlefield under the bottom ropes. The Invader rises to a standing position on the apron, grabbing the top cable. Pulling back on the rubber-coated steel, Seah leaps to a landing on the uppermost rope and springboards INTO A 450 SPLASH that GUTS the splayed Olunike across her unprotected tummy.
Springboard 450 Splash ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQqlbQ3jKBA ) :38
A grimacing Seah hits the move with everything she’s got in her tiny frame and is left hugging herself momentarily from the jarring result. She quickly composes and dives across her foe, Olunike far worse off from the impressive aerial assault, for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
A bug-eyed and gasping Waite remains stubborn enough to shove a shoulder off the canvas to Sin’s amazement. Seah rises and gets in Castle’s grill or at least as close as her 61-inch height will allow.
After being assured the match continues, a frustrated Seah returns her attention to Olunike, the Canadian grappler still rocking from shoulder to shoulder, groaning as she embraces her insides.
With Waite struggling to rise, the Little Dragon moves to the nearest corner and climbs to a position on the middle ropes as Waite reaches an unsteady vertical. Unfortunately for Ounike, in search of her foe, she turns into a launching Sin. Seah tightens into a tuck after taking to the air and THWAMS into Waite’s head and shoulders with a mighty Meteora.
Meteora ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOuwXcgFYk8 ) 1:53
Seah maintains a schoolgirl pin from her landing, her shins across Olunike’s biceps, Waite’s chin tucked tight to Sin’s crotch. The Invader scoops an arm behind each of Olunike’s raised legs at the knees and settles for the inevitable…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Waite shoves out from under the seated pin, Sin and a semi-recovered Reiko’s jaw dropping in unison at the Canadian’s survival.
The Korean lets her Japanese cohort lambast the biased Castle, while she attends to her foe, helping Waite to a kneeling position before laying in with a series of kicks to the faltering Canadian’s chest. With her foe’s rack humming from the abuse, Seah pivots and sends a low-rise Superkick to bisect the eyes of the feckless farmer.
But her boot never meets the target, a seemingly dazed Waite ducking the blow and pulling an off-balance Seah to the canvas, rolling her up in a small package for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sin wriggles free, popping to her feet, beating Olunike there by a tick and PLANTING the tardy Superkick to Waite’s chin instead. Olunike’s body stiffens board-like and she timbers to the deck in a motionless starfish, out cold.
A smirking Seah plays to the jeering crowd, pointing at Waite, showing off her foe’s decrepit state to Hazeema and all the Canadian’s supporters in the stands.
“This is what results from our Invasion. Don’t ever forget,” Sin shouts to the back row.
The Korean high-flyer strides confidently to the nearest set of buckles and climbs to the top, turning to face her foe. She raises her arms high and wide and elevates HIGH into the Orlando sky, collapsing into a ball at her zenith, then expanding flying-squirrel style as she lands her graceful and devastating frog splash ACROSS OLUNIKE’S RAISED KNEES!
Reiko turns away from the disaster even as Hazeema cheers on her partner to regain control after the desperation counter.
In the ring, a gutted Seah wraps her arms around her midriff as if to hold her internal organs in place while a besieged Olunike struggles to her haunches and surveys.
“I think this pie has cooled enough, time to serve it up,” the Canadian Destroyer lumbers to her feet and trudges toward the writhing Sin. She risks a look at her manager; Hazeema has climbed the apron skirt with her hands and has her upper body draped on the landing of the steel steps. The DM&M gives her a shaky thumbs up and Olunike nods, now assured her friend is okay and she's free to beat down Seah till she has a hockey player's smile.
Waite reaches down and grabs Seah by the arm and scruff, "Pitter Patter." And hauls the Little Dragon to her feet in one movement. "Don't touch me!" Seah rears back and bangs a forearm against Waite's jaw to get free, The Coalitionite's head is put on a swivel and she staggers back. Seah speeds to the ropes behind her, rebounding off them back to Olunike.
Crack!
Seah drops to the ring floor in a sprawl with her eyes rolled up; whatever offence she had in mind disappears when Olunike strikes her with a Spinning Back Elbow to the side of the head!
MOOOSEJAW BREAKER
youtu.be/xhBXOu17lA0?t=315
“You’re a resilient one, I’ll give you that.” Olunike lifts Seah’s lifeless stems by the ankles and folds them till they're up by the Korean’s ears. Olunike takes a heavy seat on the back of Seah’s thighs with her hands on helps, a dominant pin as payback for earlier rudeness.
“Just need to learn some manners.”
ONE!
“She’s cheating!”
A disheveled Reiko frantically climbs onto the ring apron and has one leg through the ropes before the referee bolts up to halt the interference. The heelish manager points at a fuming Olunike and shrieks, “Her elbow pad is loaded! It’s filled with toonies!”
The Canadian Destroyer angrily gets off her human cushion, letting Seah unfurl and tilt onto her side. Reiko withdraws her leg back to the edge of the ring as Olunike approaches hollering, “I’m not wearing elbow pads, you dejen!”
Ohno’s putting on a big show to buy her stablemate time, pitching a fit and gesticulating wildly at the official, “She had them earlier! She threw them into the crowd after- whoaUlck!”
Hazeema grabs Ohno by her dainty ankles and yanks them out from under the surprised Invader. Reiko hits the hardest part of the ring with her face and chest and collapses to the padded floor below, moaning and cradling her various aches. The busty binational Hazeema yells down at her enemy manager, “Knock off that Junior League crap, pheasant! Fucking embarrassing!”
Waite tips an imaginary hat to her friend and turns her attention back to Seah, who’s recovered some in the precious time Reiko bought her and is slowly rising off hands and knees. Waite’s there to meet her with a goozle as soon as Seah stands straight; with strength fueled by desperation, the Little Dragon swings down her forearm against the Canadian’s, freeing her from a Chokeslam in its infancy. Seah’s off balance from the motion but has the experience and skill to ping a Superkick off Olunike’s jaw in the heat of the moment!
Super kick ( youtu.be/xjZkxVYBVjY?t=1179 )
The FAWNatics groan at the sight of Sin’s boot connecting with the Canadian’s defined jaw, and watch in amazement as Olunike stays upright, at least for now. The Destroyer’s eyes are unfocused as she’s wavering on her heels like a tower with a poor foundation. Sin hightails to the far ropes and springs off them into a running leap, her smooth legs snapping onto Olunike's head like the jaws of a crocodile. This is the first half of her finisher, The Flying Dragon; Sin crunches her abs and whips back for a Hurricanrana that will hurl the Canuck across the ring.
Seah feels the familiar rush of blood to her head as she flips and the bubbling thrill of a match won. Then it all disappears, replaced with cold dread. Olunike's body goes from rubber to cement in an instant and is holding Seah in her arms, suspending her inches above the mat. With a growl of effort, Olunike swings Seah onto her shoulders and walks her farther away from the ropes.
Olunike takes some of the Little Dragon's one-piece by the hips and raises her even higher in the Powerbomb position while showing off Seah's buns with a slight wedgie. The fearful Korean lightweight rapidly shakes her head side to side “Nonono!” But her pleas fall on deaf ears. Olunike SLAMS Seah with ring rattling force onto the canvas with an Elevated Powerbomb!
NIAGARA FALLS
youtu.be/hn-nNbBgBZY?t=49
Sin arches her back as her body seizes with pain, going taut as a bow before losing all tension and puddling to the mat. The only movement from her person is the subtle fluttering of her chest, and a slight twitch of Sin’s left boot. Waite kneels and puts a single hand against her opponent’s breast, flattening it with a dominant pin as she flexes a bicep with her free arm.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DINGDINGDING!!!
Olunike gets another in the win column with a well-fought, crowd pleaser of a brawl. She stands up to let the repelled Invader breathe and lets the applause of the Orlando fans wash over her with a smile.
The happy Hazeema skips into the ring with glasses and the bottle of Gus n’ Bru in hand, and wraps the victorious powerhouse in a big hug.
“You won! You won! Never in doubt!”
Hazeema hands Olunike one of the shot glasses and fills it with craft beer before pouring her own, “The Coalition crushes competition!”
Olunike grins and clinks her cup against Hazeema’s, chirping “Ferda!” before they drink them down to cheers and whistles.
“You got lucky!”
The stealthy Ohno collected her partner with no one noticing and is supporting a frustrated and furious Seah with an arm across her shoulders. Ohno’s wise enough to make her threats at the base of the ramp and continues to shriek at the Canadians as they make a dignified retreat to the locker room.
“You ever see us again, The Invasion will send you back to Canada in crates! Cheap ones!”
Irritated but collected, Olunike and Hazeema raise their glasses to the challenge, and the winner of the match yells back,
“Any time, any place. The Northern Coalition never runs from a fight!”