Post by hawkeye on Nov 8, 2022 0:19:14 GMT
An excited buzz raises across the FAWN faithful as the video package hyping All Hallow’s Evil’s next match, almost two years in the making now. Prevailing wisdom is always to strike when the iron is hot, regarding heated, personal feuds such as this one. However, complications kept coming up that kept these two teams apart. An injury here, a suspension there, an overseas tour besides. But with the happy nuptials of Kanako Akiyama and Trixie Decker at FAWNMania, they were granted this match by Bethany Christian as a wedding present. And so, with all that context behind it, anticipation for this match is at a staggering height.
DINGDINGDING
“The following match,” the ring announcer begins, “is a tag team grudge match, scheduled for one fall!” he bellows, barely heard over the burgeoning cheers of the crowd.
And then the lights go out.
That burgeoning of cheers becomes an explosion as the sound of air raid sirens fill FAWN Arena and a pair of red searchlights scan the crowd. As the sirens die down and the searchlights settle on the stage, Halestorm’s “Black Vultures” blares over the PA system, heralding the arrival of the match’s first participants.
BLACK VULTURES: youtu.be/rwHXqeYhtZI
Just as Lizzie Hale’s vocals begin, a military ATV loudly makes its presence known. Once it parks to the right of the stage, its occupants, Kanako Akiyama and Trixie Decker, disembark and climb the stairs up to the stage to fire up the already red hot crowd.
KANAKO AKIYAMA:
TRIXIE DECKER:
“Introducing first, at a total combined weight of two hundred thirty-five pounds, “The Modern Day Ronin” Kanako Akiyama and Trixie “Jinx” DECKERRRRRR!!!”
As the lights come back up, the fans can see that the newlyweds are outfitted with more than just their normal ring gear, sporting military-style battle helmets and camouflage paint across their faces and exposed flesh. The message is clear as they march to the ring with purpose, hand in hand: They hadn’t just come to win a wrestling match. They’re ready for WAR! As they reach ringside, Kanako ascends the ring steps while Trixie hops up onto the ring apron, swinging her legs up and in between the bottom rope and the apron, a playfully mischievous expression on her face that belies the deadly seriousness that her appearance suggests. Kanako meanwhile ascended to the top rope and looks out into the crowd as they regaled her with chants of “WEL-COME BACK!!! WEL-COME BACK!!!” Were it not for her burning hatred for her and her new wife’s opponents that night, she would’ve had to fight back the tears, getting emotional at such a resounding hero’s welcome. As it is, she flashes a little smirk before launching herself into the air with her signature pre-match backflip off the top turnbuckle, landing perfectly in the center of the ring on one foot as Trixie rolls into the ring and joins her at the center of the ring, giving her wife a peck on the cheek.
“Hell of an entrance, ladies!” referee Al Carpenter commends the pair as he approaches them to preform the customary prematch patdown.
“It’s been a long time, Al!” Kanako reminds him as she holds out her hands for him, “Gotta make sure everyone remembers who the hell we are!”
Al smiles and looks out to the FAWN Faithful as he runs his hands across the Japanese-American’s taped wrists to confirm the presence of no weapons. “I’d say they remember you just fine,” he answers as he likewise runs his hands down Kanako’s legs, from the knees to her signature red wrestling shoes. “And what about you, Trixie?” he asks as he moves on to Kanako’s partner, “I know FAWN fans are a little more forgiving, but it’s been awhile since you’ve been cheered.” he notes, referring to Trixie’s seeming heel turns in other, lesser-known promotions that she’s been plying her trade in to keep herself in ring shape when FAWN finally came calling.
“It is what it is…” Trixie replies, shrugging nonchalantly, “Don’t get me wrong, the cheers are nice. But I’m so used to being booed now, that it doesn’t even really bother me anymore.” Al nods in understanding, then quietly finishes his inspection and backs away into a neutral corner. Just as he does so, the lights go out again. However, there are no air raid sirens or red searchlights to pierce the darkness this time. Instead a kaleidoscope of pinpoint rainbow colors spin around the Arena while a music box lullaby plays over the PA system.
NIGHTMARE: youtu.be/VzkBv1-Y-TE
As M. Shadow’s vocals kick in, the crowd explodes in jeers, as two of the most despised women on the FAWN roster, which is quite an accomplishment, all things considered, strut onto the stage, soaking in all of the boos with relish.
KATE GRIMM:
TAFFY BLACK:
“And their opponents…From St. Cloud, Minnesota and Leland, Mississippi, respectively…At a total combined weight of two hundred seventy-seven pounds…The team of “The Grimm Reaper” KATE GRIMM and TAFFY BLACK!!!”
Boos and jeers rained down upon the pair of bullies, who gleefully soaked it all in as they strutted their way to the ring, dripping with confidence. Upon getting down to the foot of the entrance ramp, they both glared up at the two pipsqueaks in the ring, smirking in grim amusement that oozed condescension with a thin veneer of hatred just below that.
“Hey, Decker!” Kate shouted to Trixie, who was leaning on the ropes and similarly glaring down at them, communicating nothing but rage, “You ready to have your ass handed to you again trying to protect that psycho wife of yours?”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Trixie spat back, “I almost didn’t recognize you two; I’m not used to seeing you come at me head on, after all. Why don’t you come on and get in the ring? You’re kinda just standing there!” Trixie then let out an exaggerated gasp and clapped her hands to her cheeks in mock surprise. “Oh! Waitwaitwait…” she said, still playing up her sarcasm, “I know what the problem is! Hang on…” With that, The Jinx took a couple steps back from the ropes and turned her back to her tormentors, “There! This is what you’ve been waiting for, right? This is how you like to fight - when our backs are turned - RIGHT?!”
Grimm and Black snarled at Trixie’s trademark biting wit, hearing titters of laughter from the crowd behind them. However, in jawjacking with her, they took their eyes off of their true target: her wife. And so, they completely missed Kanako race from the far corner of the ring to the nearest corner, leaping up to the top turnbuckle in a single bound, and launching herself at the pair, wiping them both out with a breathtaking dive to the outside.
While fans, commentary, and officials alike were stunned by what they just saw, Kanako was already swinging at Kate wildly, with a single-minded focus. Kate, meanwhile, was simply trying to kick at Akiyama to try and create separation and regroup. Unfortunately for Kate, though, Kanako’s rage-fueled onslaught was relentless, as the Modern Day Ronin allowed the Grim Reaper no quarter. Help finally arrived for the ex-mma fighter, though, as Taffy finally managed to shake the cobwebs loose and pulled the smaller Japanese girl off of her partner.
That suited Kanako just fine, as she had something for Black as well, effortlessly shifting her attention to the towering brutish brunette and began peppering her with vicious rights and lefts. Kanako managed to stagger the Mississippi Mauler, once more reaffirming herself as one of the most deadly strikers in the game. But before the giant was toppled, Taffy recovered and struck back, leveling Kanako with a knee deep in her gut, doubling her over. She then walks Kanako over so that her back was to the ring, and closed a hand around her throat, seemingly looking to deliver a chokeslam onto the edge of the ring apron. She didn’t have the opportunity to follow through on her plan, however, as she felt the crack of cold steel on her back, the result of a chair-wielding Trixie coming to her wife’s rescue.
From there, the four combatants began brawling wildly, Trixie following up the chairshot with targeted punches and kicks that finally managed to take her down, while Kanako dove onto Kate and began raining blows onto the tattooed brunette anew. Seeing that he was rapidly losing control of this match before it even got started, Al frantically called to the back for help. Close to a dozen security guards rushed into the chaotic scene and tried, to varying degrees of success, to separate the four women. When order had finally been restored and both teams were in the ring, at opposite corners, Al proceeded to inform all four of them of his displeasure.
“You all get that out of your system?!” he barked at them as they all glared across the ring at each other, “Because this is supposed to be a tag team match, not a Texas Tornado brawl! And so help me, a standard match is what these fans are going to get, or I won’t hesitate to throw the whole thing out!” This finally pried the womens’ attention away from each other and all eight eyes were now firmly fixed on the zebra, “Am I understood?” he demanded, to which they all nodded grimly, “Good! In that case, RING THE BELL!” he called to the timekeeper, signaling for the start of the match.
“Don’t worry, babe, I got this!” Taffy assured her partner with a clap on the shoulder. Their year-long partnership had unexpectedly developed into something deeper, at least on Taffy’s end, and the big bruiser from Mississippi wanted to impress her lover by delivering their targets to her on a silver platter. Meanwhile, on the other end of the ring, negotiations as to whom would start the match was less cut and dry.
“I’m starting,” Kanako said curtly, glaring across at Kate, then Taffy as it became clear that she was starting.
“Use your head, Songbird,” Trixie implored Kanako, using her pet name for her, “You’re too angry. That’s how mistakes happen, and those two will damn sure exploit that. Please, let me start so that you can cool down some.” Kanako scowled and pretended not to hear Trixie, striding a few steps forward to indicate that she was starting and would not be persuaded otherwise. “All right.” Trixie relented, kissing Kanako on the cheek, “Just be careful.”
“Be careful in there, Taf’” Kate advised her partner at the same time as Kanako and Trixie were having their discussion, “Akiyama may be small, but she’s pound for pound one of the ten strongest girls on this roster, I reckon. And watch out for her speed, too!”
“Relax, babe!” Taffy rebuffed Kate with a handwave and a light laugh, incredulous that the five foot two Japanese girl represented any type of threat to her, standing nine inches above her, and outweighing her by thirty pounds. “I told you, I got this!” Kate simply shook her head disapprovingly as her partner strode to the middle of the ring.
The difference in size between the two women created a striking image when they faced off in the center of the ring; Kanako boiling with barely contained fury and Taffy simply looking down her nose at the much smaller girl with smug arrogance. Surprisingly, rather than resume their prior fisticuffs, both warriors actually locked up in a collar and elbow tieup. Using her superior size and strength, Taffy easily bullied Kanako into the ropes. Al hadn’t even gotten to a count of two before Taffy then shot Kanako across the ring and stood like a roadblock in the center of the ring, throwing a solid shoulder block that predictably dropped the petite Japanese girl. While she briefly showboated, giving the fans a most muscular pose, showing off her well-developed guns, Taffy showed that not all of Kate’s advice fell on deaf ears, getting into position to follow up on her attack as Kanako was getting back to her feet. She dashed at the Tokyo Tiger, going for a running clothesline, only to be surprised to find nothing but air. Kanako had instinctively expected that another attack was forthcoming and began running towards and past Taffy. As Taffy whiffed on her clothesline, Kanako hit the opposite ropes, and on the rebound, turned her whole body into a projectile, launching herself at Taffy in a type of cannonball maneuver. The full body attack staggered Taffy but it did not drop her, although Kanako had a follow-up of her own. Quickly getting to her feet, she grabbed the stunned brunette and delivered a quick snap suplex that rattled the ring. As Taffy groaned and arched her back to alleviate some of the pain, Kanako calmly rose to her feet, looked over at Kate meaningfully, and walked over to her corner and tagged Trixie in.
Trixie immediately pulled herself up onto the top rope and lept off in a swanton bomb, landing onto Taffy with full force. The giantess groaned again at the impact as Trixie sat up, turned around, and thrust the palm of her left hand into Taffy’s throat.
The larger woman could only sputter while Trixie got to her feet. Decker had an entire arsenal of wrestling moves at her disposal… instead, she went straight to street tactics and began sending kick after kick into Taffy’s throat. Al watched in horror, realizing there wasn’t anything he could realistically do to stop what was going on. It was legal. Just uncomfortable to watch. And the look of rage in Decker’s face made it completely apparent this was all for her own pleasure. Trixie backed herself up to the ropes before running straight at the downed woman and baseball sliding a foot to her face.
Taffy rolled over, doing her best to roll under the ropes and out of the ring, but a sudden yank on her legs stopped her.
“Oh, no you fucking don’t!” Trixie yelled as she yanked Taffy back. Taffy raised her other leg and slammed a boot into Trixie’s midsection, forcing her back, before rolling out of the ring for a breather.
Al stood between the women and began a count. Taffy rubbed her face and glared at the pipsqueak in the ring, basically daring her to come attack, but Trixie only folded her arms and watched. She was not walking into a possible trap. Taffy would have to come to her. When All finally reached a count of seven, Taffy accepted she’d have to get back into the ring. She slowly pulled herself up onto the ring skirt and started to slide between the middle and bottom ropes. She felt Trixie grab her head and saw the smaller woman raise and arm to club her.
So Taffy sent a fist up between Trixie’s legs.
Decker faltered, but didn’t drop as Taffy had hoped, so the larger woman unleashed a brutal punch to Trixie’s gut that folded her over. As Al admonished Taffy for the low blow, Black glared at Kanako. She raised a boot and stomped Trixie in the back of the head, slamming her face into the mat before grinding a heel into the back of Decker’s skull.
“SEE YOUR WHORE?” Taffy started yelling, trying to get Kanako’s ire up. “Laid out? That’s just a glimpse of what’s to–” Taffy didn’t finish the sentence, as Trixie reached up and slammed the back of her fist into the back of Taffy’s knee. As Taffy’s weight shifted, Trixie pulled herself from under the other boot and rammed a fist into the back of the leg that stomped her down. At this point, Taffy fell onto her knees, swearing, as Trixie rose.
“Mouth wide, down on your knees?” Trixie commented as she slammed her boot across the back of Taffy’s head. “Sounds like a normal night for you.” She then looked over to her corner, where Kanako was holding out an outstretched hand. Trixie smirked and tagged Kanako back in. As if they were operating with one mind, they each grabbed one of Taffy’s arms and pulled back on them as far as they could, as if they were trying to rip her arms off completely. Once it looked like Taffy’s arms couldn’t be stretched any farther, the couple leveled the bruising brunette with stereo superkicks, Trixie nailing her square in the jaw, Kanako brutally trying to cave in the back of her skull. But they weren’t done yet, as evidenced by them still holding onto Taffy’s arms. Again, they pulled the arms taut, and again they smashed into the Mississippi Mauler with tandem strikes, this time leaping knee strikes.
“Alright, alright,” Al finally said, giving the married couple some leeway after Taffy’s blatant low blow, “Trixie, you need to get out of the ring now!” Trixie smirked and threw up her hands placatingly before stepping through the strands. Taffy flopped face-down on the mat when they let go of her arms, leaving Kanako to snarl at her prone form.
“What did Grimm do, recruit you to be her muscle when she concocted this whole plan to run me out of the business?” Kanako berated Taffy as she stomped away, seemingly trying to leave shoeprints over every inch of Black’s back, “Was it money, Black? I hear you two have gotten cozy; was it sex?” Taffy grunted with each stomp, but she was still struggling to recover from those devastating strikes. Kanako looked up and over at Kate, and marched over to her to get nose to nose with her tormentor, “Can you get your money back, Grimm? Looks like your muscle ain’t all she made herself out to be!”
“Fuck you, Akiyama!” Kate growled back, “You wait, you little psycho! You’re gonna get what’s coming to you soon enough!” At that, Kanako reared back and spat in Kate’s face. Kate did a slow burn, wiping the spittle from her cheek. Then, without warning, Kate grabbed Kanako by the neck and dropped down to the floor, snapping her foe’s neck down with her across the top rope. Unfortunately, Al missed this little exchange, as Taffy had tied herself up with him, struggling to get to her feet and trying to use the referee to pull herself to standing. Kate saw this and shrewdly picked her spot to take advantage of the distraction. The sound of Kanako hitting the mat got Al’s attention, though. The sight of the petite Japanese girl clutching her throat made Al shoot an accusatory glance at Kate, who simply threw up her hands. “She swung at me!” she lied, “What, am I not supposed to defend myself?” Al was sure that Kate was lying, but since he didn’t see it, his hands were tied.
By this time, Taffy had finally gotten to her feet and regained her bearings. Seeing Kanako on her back brought a sadistic, toothy grin to her face. Wasting no time, she hauled Kanako up to her feet with both hands around her throat and hurled her into the far neutral corner in an impressive show of strength. “For a runt with a Napoleon Complex, you do pack a decent punch, I’ll give ya that!” she conceded as she loomed over her adversary, “But now it’s my turn!” With a grin of sadistic glee, Taffy proceeded to lay into Kanako, smashing her face and ribs with heavy rights and lefts. She milked the five count for all she was worth, finally backing off at 4.8, only to wade back in and start blasting her victim all over again. Finally satisfied after the third volley, the Mississippi native backed off and looked to Kate for approval, gesturing at her handiwork, “This is the bitch everybody’s so worried about?” she yelled incredulously.
For her part, Kate cheered her partner in crime on, but was quick to try and keep Taffy focused, “You’re doing great, hon! Just keep on top of her!” she coached her, knowing that Kanako was infamous for her toughness. Taffy nodded solemnly and turned her attention back to her target and was stopped in her tracks, taken aback by the sight that was waiting for her.
A defiant, but weary, Kanako stared a hole into Taffy, blood trickling from her nose and the corner of her lip, “That the best you’ve got…bitch?” she growled.
“Taffy!” Kate called to her partner, “Bring her over here!” Taffy nodded and did as instructed, punching her deep in the gut to double her over to more easily apply a side headlock and drag Kanako into their corner. Upon tagging Kate in, Taffy continued to abuse the referee’s five-count, putting Kanako in a full nelson to allow her partner as many wide-open shots to the Japanese girl’s body, which Kate happily obliged. Upon hearing the “Four!” from the referee, Taffy released Kanako and got out of the ring. “Been waiting for this for a long time, Akiyama! Now you’re gonna suffer!” she growled. She then grabbed a tight handful of Kanako’s hair and snapmared her over into a seated position. Taking a couple steps back, Kate then tried to bury her foot right between Kanako’s shoulderblades with a brutal shoot kick, followed by an equally brutal diving forearm shot to the back of the head, putting the Tokyo Tiger on her back, leading to the first pinfall attempt of the match!
ONE!
Kanako shoots an arm up with authority, much to the surprise and chagrin of the Grimm Reaper, “Gonna…have to…do better than that…to keep me down, bitch!” she grunted as she struggled to push herself up to all fours.
“Alright, then,” Kate answered, “Whatever you say…Bitch!” SHe then quickly gets up and unleashes a wicked running kick to Kanako’s ribs that once again put her on her back. She then drags her back up to her feet by the hair and pushes her into the nearby corner. After lighting up her chest with a pair of knife edge chops, Kate Irish whips Kanako into the opposite corner, with such force and speed that she hits the turnbuckles chest-first, sending her back down to the mat on her back, kicking her feet in pain. Kate smirked, then undid the top turnbuckle pad right in front of Carpenter.
“Really?” Al said exasperated, to which Kate just shrugged. Al sighed and went over to put the pad back on, falling for Kate’s trick. Because while Al’s back was turned, Kate advanced on Kanako once more, unraveling some of her wrist tape, and proceeded to choke Kanako with it. Receiving a signal from Taffy that Al had finished putting the pad back on the turnbuckle, Kate quickly broke off the choke and made it look like she had her in a rear chinlock, which she then turned into a neck crank, cruelly pulling and yanking Kanako’s neck in ways it was not meant to go.
“This is the fun part, Akiyama!” Kate reveled in Kanako’s suffering, “I’m gonna enjoy hearing you scream!” With that, she grabbed Kanako’s arm. Kanako, while weary from the beating she's endured so far, still had enough fight in her to struggle against her attacker, but a series of well-placed elbows to the back of her neck made her much more pliant. From there, Kate folded Kanako’s forearm into her bicep, applying a painful keylock. Kanako yelled out in pain, which only increased in volume and pitch when Kate began manipulating her joints, twisting her wrist and her fingers in inhumanly brutal ways. Again, Kanako cried out in pain, which surprisingly brought a frown to Grimm’s face. Akiyama had yelled, cried out, grunted…but she’d been unable to rip a scream from her hated foe’s lips. Kate wanted to hear that scream; she needed to hear that scream! To that end she transitioned from a keylock to a hammerlock, pulling her arm away from her back. She then delivered one, two brutal knees to the arm in rapid fashion, finishing with a vicious shin kick that looked every bit as agonizing as it no doubt felt.
That last kick got Kate the scream she was looking for as she rolled back and forth on the mat, cradling her damaged wing. Kate rose up to full height and looked down at the writhing Kanako with a sneer that slowly morphed into a satisfied grin. Giving Trixie a mocking look, she turned to walk over to her corner and tag Taffy in. “Stay on her.” she instructed as the Mississippi Mauler stepped through the strands, “Do not give her an opportunity to rally!” Taffy looked back at her partner in crime and gave her a solemn nod, seemingly beginning to get that she needed to take this match seriously, despite the diminutive size of their opponents. The very next beat, Taffy took off like a shot, a brunette bullet aimed straight at Kanako, which connects violently with a running, diving knee to the Modern Day Ronin’s ribs, putting her on her on her back once more. She then yanks Kanako up by the hair and lays in heavy rights to Kanako’s face, no doubt exacerbating the damage to her nose and jaw. She then pulls Kanako back up to standing and slowly wrings the arm that Kate hat been working over. She then delivers multiple clubbing blows to the hurt limb, each shot knocking Kanako down to one knee, only to be pulled back up by the towering bruiser.
From their corner, Trixie began trying to rally the crowd to get behind her wife, slapping the top turnbuckle several times in rhythm and then clapping with the same rhythm, which the crowd slowly picked up on and joined with The Jinx in cheering their hero on. Taffy showed the crowd just how little she cares about their support for Kanako, letting go of the Tokyo Tiger, letting her drop to the mat, so she can flip the FAWN Faithful off. Kate was quick to try and refocus her partner, “Forget these losers!” Kate shouted, “STAY! ON! HER!”
Taffy gave Grimm a look of contrition and a nod before advancing on the Modern Day Ronin once more. Unfortunately for her, she walked right into a reverse thrust kick straight to the chest, staggering her and knocking her back. Kanako followed up by leaping at Taffy, knee outstretched as she connected with the bridge of Taffy’s nose. The backwoods brawler howled in pain and fury as Kanako continued to try and chop the much larger fighter down with a flurry of kicks to Taffy’s legs and thighs, further taking her off balance.
“Hey!” Al yells, as his attention was pulled away from the action as he saw Kate starting to get into the ring. He quickly went over to intercept the encroaching woman, “Get back out of the ring, Grimm!”
“Oh yeah?” Kate shot back, “Why don’t you make me?!” As Kate expertly tied the referee up, keeping his back to the action, Taffy took advantage of the distraction by dropping to one knee and throwing a forearm hard between Kanako’s legs. Letting out a howl of agony, Kanako again slumped down to the mat, only to be caught by the hair by Taffy and dragged to her feet once more.
“All right, all right, settle down!” Kate said to Al meanwhile, putting her hands up before starting to exit the ring. Her eyes got wide and she hastened her exit when she saw Taffy blindly hurl Kanako into their corner, nailing Al in the back and wiping him out.
When Taffy turned around and saw the aftermath of her handiwork, she blinked and looked from the downed Kanako and the referee, over to Kate, “Uhh…Sorry, Kate.” she apologized sheepishly, “I guess I don’t know my own strength!”
Kate looked down at Carpenter and grinned, “It’s all good,” she said with a shrug, “Just means that we get to play with the psycho that much more! Get her up!” she barked as she stepped into the ring. Taffy nodded and dutifully complied, hoisting a groaning Kanako up and putting her in a full nelson so that Kate can tee off on her, laying into Kanako’s face, ribs, and gut with punch after punch.
Until…
CRACK!
In the rush to pour the punishment onto Kanako, they took their eyes off of of her partner/wife. Never shy about bending the rules when push comes to shove, Trixie likewise took advantage of the official being taken off the board to cause her own mayhem. She retrieved Kanako’s shinai from the timekeeper’s table and proceeded to go to town on Taffy, whacking her over and over with the wooden sword, eventually sending her tumbling out of the ring to safety. However, she would find no safe haven at ringside, as Trixie, after taking a few shots at Kate to take her down, was quick to follow after Taffy to resume her assault.
Back in the ring, Kate was slow to get back to her feet, but credit to the ex-cage fighter’s toughness, get back to her feet she did. Not for long though, as an equally tough, considering the punishment she’d endured, Kanako was already waiting for her with one of her favorite weapons to put her back down on the mat. The reverse roundhouse kick she calls the Bankai Kick!
BANKAI KICK: youtu.be/GoK7c0TdrUA?t=26
Kanako catches Kate flush in the face and she drops like a rock. Looking down at her hated foe, and instinctively knowing she just put her lights out, she was quick to head out to the outside and join her wife, who had just finished brutalizing Taffy and tossed the shinai aside.
“Is…is that my shinai?” Kanako asked, already knowing the answer from the welts all over Taffy’s back.
“Focus, sweetie,” Trixie said as she swept the monitors and various detritus off of the announce table, “We need to take the muscle out!” Kanako nodded grimly, knowing exactly what she had in mind. ANd with that in mind, she picked Taffy off of the mat and stuffed her head between her thighs. Once Trixie was in position, she flipped the bigger woman up over her head and brought her crashing down through the announce table with Trixie’s aid!
DOUBLE POWERBOMB: youtu.be/Q5KsEmDxXmY?t=15
Taffy laid out, spread eagle, among the wreckage, all but out. Kanako looked down at her with grim satisfaction until her wife tapped her on the chest and jerked her thumb in a stirring Grimm’s direction. Kanako nodded and the couple climbed back into the ring.Kate groaned as she tried to shake the cobwebs when she looked up to see both of her opponents looming over her. “Ah, shit,” she muttered before the pair commenced putting the boots to her, stomping her mercilessly for what must’ve seemed like an eternity to the Grimm Reaper.
Once they were satisfied that Kate wasn’t going to be moving anytime soon, Trixie looked at Kanako. “Let’s finish this.” she said, to which Kanako nodded. A buzz rumbled through the crowd as both women ascended the same turnbuckle, Kanako going to the top, Trixie to the second rope. Again, like earlier in the match, as if they were operating as one, they both took flight, Trixie delivering a second rope legdrop across Kate’s throat, while Kanako delivered her graceful but brutal finisher that she calls Run Her Through!
SECOND ROPE LEGDROP: youtu.be/UagGZrGueX8
RUN HER THROUGH: youtu.be/znoumHUMspQ
Kanako nailed Kate in the stomach, dead center, and quickly dropped to make the cover, just as Al had come to and moved into position.
ONE!
TWO!!
…..
All of a sudden the count stopped, as a dazed but upright Taffy pulled her partner out of the ring and held her up. “Come on, Kate, let’s get the fuck out of here!” A still groaning Kate could only nod as Taffy helped her over the guardrail and through the crowd.
“The fuck?!” Trixie called to them incredulously, leaning on the ropes, “You fuckers started this fight, and now you’re running?!” The bullies either didn’t hear Trixie’s taunt or pretended not to hear as they disappeared through the crowd
DINGDINGDING!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, as a result of a countout, the team of TRIXIE DECKER AND KANAKO AKIYAMA!!!
The crowd exploded in cheers for their conquering heroes. In the ring, Trixie was still staring in the direction their vanquished foes had just vanished from, arms outstretched as if to say “Really?!” Meanwhile, Kanako fumed, stomping around the ring and kicking the ropes, raging at the unsatisfying finish.
“Relax, Songbird,” Trixie said, trying to calm her wife down. “We won. We sent them running for the hills. You hear them?” she gestured to the FAWN Faithful. “They’re cheering for us. Enjoy it.”
Kanako took a deep breath and nodded, “Yeah…Yeah, you’re right, Hon Bun. It’s just…”
“I know. But we won. Let’s just focus on that, and don’t let those bitches spoil our mood. Let’s do our victory lap, hit the showers, and then we can celebrate.” She said the last part with a wink.
Kanako chuckled at that, “Sounds like a plan. Come on, wife. Let’s go.” SHe then took Trixie by the hand, and together, they did a victory lap, high fiving as many fans as they could around ringside before heading up the ramp and to the back to “celebrate” in private.
DINGDINGDING
“The following match,” the ring announcer begins, “is a tag team grudge match, scheduled for one fall!” he bellows, barely heard over the burgeoning cheers of the crowd.
And then the lights go out.
That burgeoning of cheers becomes an explosion as the sound of air raid sirens fill FAWN Arena and a pair of red searchlights scan the crowd. As the sirens die down and the searchlights settle on the stage, Halestorm’s “Black Vultures” blares over the PA system, heralding the arrival of the match’s first participants.
BLACK VULTURES: youtu.be/rwHXqeYhtZI
Just as Lizzie Hale’s vocals begin, a military ATV loudly makes its presence known. Once it parks to the right of the stage, its occupants, Kanako Akiyama and Trixie Decker, disembark and climb the stairs up to the stage to fire up the already red hot crowd.
KANAKO AKIYAMA:
TRIXIE DECKER:
“Introducing first, at a total combined weight of two hundred thirty-five pounds, “The Modern Day Ronin” Kanako Akiyama and Trixie “Jinx” DECKERRRRRR!!!”
As the lights come back up, the fans can see that the newlyweds are outfitted with more than just their normal ring gear, sporting military-style battle helmets and camouflage paint across their faces and exposed flesh. The message is clear as they march to the ring with purpose, hand in hand: They hadn’t just come to win a wrestling match. They’re ready for WAR! As they reach ringside, Kanako ascends the ring steps while Trixie hops up onto the ring apron, swinging her legs up and in between the bottom rope and the apron, a playfully mischievous expression on her face that belies the deadly seriousness that her appearance suggests. Kanako meanwhile ascended to the top rope and looks out into the crowd as they regaled her with chants of “WEL-COME BACK!!! WEL-COME BACK!!!” Were it not for her burning hatred for her and her new wife’s opponents that night, she would’ve had to fight back the tears, getting emotional at such a resounding hero’s welcome. As it is, she flashes a little smirk before launching herself into the air with her signature pre-match backflip off the top turnbuckle, landing perfectly in the center of the ring on one foot as Trixie rolls into the ring and joins her at the center of the ring, giving her wife a peck on the cheek.
“Hell of an entrance, ladies!” referee Al Carpenter commends the pair as he approaches them to preform the customary prematch patdown.
“It’s been a long time, Al!” Kanako reminds him as she holds out her hands for him, “Gotta make sure everyone remembers who the hell we are!”
Al smiles and looks out to the FAWN Faithful as he runs his hands across the Japanese-American’s taped wrists to confirm the presence of no weapons. “I’d say they remember you just fine,” he answers as he likewise runs his hands down Kanako’s legs, from the knees to her signature red wrestling shoes. “And what about you, Trixie?” he asks as he moves on to Kanako’s partner, “I know FAWN fans are a little more forgiving, but it’s been awhile since you’ve been cheered.” he notes, referring to Trixie’s seeming heel turns in other, lesser-known promotions that she’s been plying her trade in to keep herself in ring shape when FAWN finally came calling.
“It is what it is…” Trixie replies, shrugging nonchalantly, “Don’t get me wrong, the cheers are nice. But I’m so used to being booed now, that it doesn’t even really bother me anymore.” Al nods in understanding, then quietly finishes his inspection and backs away into a neutral corner. Just as he does so, the lights go out again. However, there are no air raid sirens or red searchlights to pierce the darkness this time. Instead a kaleidoscope of pinpoint rainbow colors spin around the Arena while a music box lullaby plays over the PA system.
NIGHTMARE: youtu.be/VzkBv1-Y-TE
As M. Shadow’s vocals kick in, the crowd explodes in jeers, as two of the most despised women on the FAWN roster, which is quite an accomplishment, all things considered, strut onto the stage, soaking in all of the boos with relish.
KATE GRIMM:
TAFFY BLACK:
“And their opponents…From St. Cloud, Minnesota and Leland, Mississippi, respectively…At a total combined weight of two hundred seventy-seven pounds…The team of “The Grimm Reaper” KATE GRIMM and TAFFY BLACK!!!”
Boos and jeers rained down upon the pair of bullies, who gleefully soaked it all in as they strutted their way to the ring, dripping with confidence. Upon getting down to the foot of the entrance ramp, they both glared up at the two pipsqueaks in the ring, smirking in grim amusement that oozed condescension with a thin veneer of hatred just below that.
“Hey, Decker!” Kate shouted to Trixie, who was leaning on the ropes and similarly glaring down at them, communicating nothing but rage, “You ready to have your ass handed to you again trying to protect that psycho wife of yours?”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Trixie spat back, “I almost didn’t recognize you two; I’m not used to seeing you come at me head on, after all. Why don’t you come on and get in the ring? You’re kinda just standing there!” Trixie then let out an exaggerated gasp and clapped her hands to her cheeks in mock surprise. “Oh! Waitwaitwait…” she said, still playing up her sarcasm, “I know what the problem is! Hang on…” With that, The Jinx took a couple steps back from the ropes and turned her back to her tormentors, “There! This is what you’ve been waiting for, right? This is how you like to fight - when our backs are turned - RIGHT?!”
Grimm and Black snarled at Trixie’s trademark biting wit, hearing titters of laughter from the crowd behind them. However, in jawjacking with her, they took their eyes off of their true target: her wife. And so, they completely missed Kanako race from the far corner of the ring to the nearest corner, leaping up to the top turnbuckle in a single bound, and launching herself at the pair, wiping them both out with a breathtaking dive to the outside.
While fans, commentary, and officials alike were stunned by what they just saw, Kanako was already swinging at Kate wildly, with a single-minded focus. Kate, meanwhile, was simply trying to kick at Akiyama to try and create separation and regroup. Unfortunately for Kate, though, Kanako’s rage-fueled onslaught was relentless, as the Modern Day Ronin allowed the Grim Reaper no quarter. Help finally arrived for the ex-mma fighter, though, as Taffy finally managed to shake the cobwebs loose and pulled the smaller Japanese girl off of her partner.
That suited Kanako just fine, as she had something for Black as well, effortlessly shifting her attention to the towering brutish brunette and began peppering her with vicious rights and lefts. Kanako managed to stagger the Mississippi Mauler, once more reaffirming herself as one of the most deadly strikers in the game. But before the giant was toppled, Taffy recovered and struck back, leveling Kanako with a knee deep in her gut, doubling her over. She then walks Kanako over so that her back was to the ring, and closed a hand around her throat, seemingly looking to deliver a chokeslam onto the edge of the ring apron. She didn’t have the opportunity to follow through on her plan, however, as she felt the crack of cold steel on her back, the result of a chair-wielding Trixie coming to her wife’s rescue.
From there, the four combatants began brawling wildly, Trixie following up the chairshot with targeted punches and kicks that finally managed to take her down, while Kanako dove onto Kate and began raining blows onto the tattooed brunette anew. Seeing that he was rapidly losing control of this match before it even got started, Al frantically called to the back for help. Close to a dozen security guards rushed into the chaotic scene and tried, to varying degrees of success, to separate the four women. When order had finally been restored and both teams were in the ring, at opposite corners, Al proceeded to inform all four of them of his displeasure.
“You all get that out of your system?!” he barked at them as they all glared across the ring at each other, “Because this is supposed to be a tag team match, not a Texas Tornado brawl! And so help me, a standard match is what these fans are going to get, or I won’t hesitate to throw the whole thing out!” This finally pried the womens’ attention away from each other and all eight eyes were now firmly fixed on the zebra, “Am I understood?” he demanded, to which they all nodded grimly, “Good! In that case, RING THE BELL!” he called to the timekeeper, signaling for the start of the match.
“Don’t worry, babe, I got this!” Taffy assured her partner with a clap on the shoulder. Their year-long partnership had unexpectedly developed into something deeper, at least on Taffy’s end, and the big bruiser from Mississippi wanted to impress her lover by delivering their targets to her on a silver platter. Meanwhile, on the other end of the ring, negotiations as to whom would start the match was less cut and dry.
“I’m starting,” Kanako said curtly, glaring across at Kate, then Taffy as it became clear that she was starting.
“Use your head, Songbird,” Trixie implored Kanako, using her pet name for her, “You’re too angry. That’s how mistakes happen, and those two will damn sure exploit that. Please, let me start so that you can cool down some.” Kanako scowled and pretended not to hear Trixie, striding a few steps forward to indicate that she was starting and would not be persuaded otherwise. “All right.” Trixie relented, kissing Kanako on the cheek, “Just be careful.”
“Be careful in there, Taf’” Kate advised her partner at the same time as Kanako and Trixie were having their discussion, “Akiyama may be small, but she’s pound for pound one of the ten strongest girls on this roster, I reckon. And watch out for her speed, too!”
“Relax, babe!” Taffy rebuffed Kate with a handwave and a light laugh, incredulous that the five foot two Japanese girl represented any type of threat to her, standing nine inches above her, and outweighing her by thirty pounds. “I told you, I got this!” Kate simply shook her head disapprovingly as her partner strode to the middle of the ring.
The difference in size between the two women created a striking image when they faced off in the center of the ring; Kanako boiling with barely contained fury and Taffy simply looking down her nose at the much smaller girl with smug arrogance. Surprisingly, rather than resume their prior fisticuffs, both warriors actually locked up in a collar and elbow tieup. Using her superior size and strength, Taffy easily bullied Kanako into the ropes. Al hadn’t even gotten to a count of two before Taffy then shot Kanako across the ring and stood like a roadblock in the center of the ring, throwing a solid shoulder block that predictably dropped the petite Japanese girl. While she briefly showboated, giving the fans a most muscular pose, showing off her well-developed guns, Taffy showed that not all of Kate’s advice fell on deaf ears, getting into position to follow up on her attack as Kanako was getting back to her feet. She dashed at the Tokyo Tiger, going for a running clothesline, only to be surprised to find nothing but air. Kanako had instinctively expected that another attack was forthcoming and began running towards and past Taffy. As Taffy whiffed on her clothesline, Kanako hit the opposite ropes, and on the rebound, turned her whole body into a projectile, launching herself at Taffy in a type of cannonball maneuver. The full body attack staggered Taffy but it did not drop her, although Kanako had a follow-up of her own. Quickly getting to her feet, she grabbed the stunned brunette and delivered a quick snap suplex that rattled the ring. As Taffy groaned and arched her back to alleviate some of the pain, Kanako calmly rose to her feet, looked over at Kate meaningfully, and walked over to her corner and tagged Trixie in.
Trixie immediately pulled herself up onto the top rope and lept off in a swanton bomb, landing onto Taffy with full force. The giantess groaned again at the impact as Trixie sat up, turned around, and thrust the palm of her left hand into Taffy’s throat.
The larger woman could only sputter while Trixie got to her feet. Decker had an entire arsenal of wrestling moves at her disposal… instead, she went straight to street tactics and began sending kick after kick into Taffy’s throat. Al watched in horror, realizing there wasn’t anything he could realistically do to stop what was going on. It was legal. Just uncomfortable to watch. And the look of rage in Decker’s face made it completely apparent this was all for her own pleasure. Trixie backed herself up to the ropes before running straight at the downed woman and baseball sliding a foot to her face.
Taffy rolled over, doing her best to roll under the ropes and out of the ring, but a sudden yank on her legs stopped her.
“Oh, no you fucking don’t!” Trixie yelled as she yanked Taffy back. Taffy raised her other leg and slammed a boot into Trixie’s midsection, forcing her back, before rolling out of the ring for a breather.
Al stood between the women and began a count. Taffy rubbed her face and glared at the pipsqueak in the ring, basically daring her to come attack, but Trixie only folded her arms and watched. She was not walking into a possible trap. Taffy would have to come to her. When All finally reached a count of seven, Taffy accepted she’d have to get back into the ring. She slowly pulled herself up onto the ring skirt and started to slide between the middle and bottom ropes. She felt Trixie grab her head and saw the smaller woman raise and arm to club her.
So Taffy sent a fist up between Trixie’s legs.
Decker faltered, but didn’t drop as Taffy had hoped, so the larger woman unleashed a brutal punch to Trixie’s gut that folded her over. As Al admonished Taffy for the low blow, Black glared at Kanako. She raised a boot and stomped Trixie in the back of the head, slamming her face into the mat before grinding a heel into the back of Decker’s skull.
“SEE YOUR WHORE?” Taffy started yelling, trying to get Kanako’s ire up. “Laid out? That’s just a glimpse of what’s to–” Taffy didn’t finish the sentence, as Trixie reached up and slammed the back of her fist into the back of Taffy’s knee. As Taffy’s weight shifted, Trixie pulled herself from under the other boot and rammed a fist into the back of the leg that stomped her down. At this point, Taffy fell onto her knees, swearing, as Trixie rose.
“Mouth wide, down on your knees?” Trixie commented as she slammed her boot across the back of Taffy’s head. “Sounds like a normal night for you.” She then looked over to her corner, where Kanako was holding out an outstretched hand. Trixie smirked and tagged Kanako back in. As if they were operating with one mind, they each grabbed one of Taffy’s arms and pulled back on them as far as they could, as if they were trying to rip her arms off completely. Once it looked like Taffy’s arms couldn’t be stretched any farther, the couple leveled the bruising brunette with stereo superkicks, Trixie nailing her square in the jaw, Kanako brutally trying to cave in the back of her skull. But they weren’t done yet, as evidenced by them still holding onto Taffy’s arms. Again, they pulled the arms taut, and again they smashed into the Mississippi Mauler with tandem strikes, this time leaping knee strikes.
“Alright, alright,” Al finally said, giving the married couple some leeway after Taffy’s blatant low blow, “Trixie, you need to get out of the ring now!” Trixie smirked and threw up her hands placatingly before stepping through the strands. Taffy flopped face-down on the mat when they let go of her arms, leaving Kanako to snarl at her prone form.
“What did Grimm do, recruit you to be her muscle when she concocted this whole plan to run me out of the business?” Kanako berated Taffy as she stomped away, seemingly trying to leave shoeprints over every inch of Black’s back, “Was it money, Black? I hear you two have gotten cozy; was it sex?” Taffy grunted with each stomp, but she was still struggling to recover from those devastating strikes. Kanako looked up and over at Kate, and marched over to her to get nose to nose with her tormentor, “Can you get your money back, Grimm? Looks like your muscle ain’t all she made herself out to be!”
“Fuck you, Akiyama!” Kate growled back, “You wait, you little psycho! You’re gonna get what’s coming to you soon enough!” At that, Kanako reared back and spat in Kate’s face. Kate did a slow burn, wiping the spittle from her cheek. Then, without warning, Kate grabbed Kanako by the neck and dropped down to the floor, snapping her foe’s neck down with her across the top rope. Unfortunately, Al missed this little exchange, as Taffy had tied herself up with him, struggling to get to her feet and trying to use the referee to pull herself to standing. Kate saw this and shrewdly picked her spot to take advantage of the distraction. The sound of Kanako hitting the mat got Al’s attention, though. The sight of the petite Japanese girl clutching her throat made Al shoot an accusatory glance at Kate, who simply threw up her hands. “She swung at me!” she lied, “What, am I not supposed to defend myself?” Al was sure that Kate was lying, but since he didn’t see it, his hands were tied.
By this time, Taffy had finally gotten to her feet and regained her bearings. Seeing Kanako on her back brought a sadistic, toothy grin to her face. Wasting no time, she hauled Kanako up to her feet with both hands around her throat and hurled her into the far neutral corner in an impressive show of strength. “For a runt with a Napoleon Complex, you do pack a decent punch, I’ll give ya that!” she conceded as she loomed over her adversary, “But now it’s my turn!” With a grin of sadistic glee, Taffy proceeded to lay into Kanako, smashing her face and ribs with heavy rights and lefts. She milked the five count for all she was worth, finally backing off at 4.8, only to wade back in and start blasting her victim all over again. Finally satisfied after the third volley, the Mississippi native backed off and looked to Kate for approval, gesturing at her handiwork, “This is the bitch everybody’s so worried about?” she yelled incredulously.
For her part, Kate cheered her partner in crime on, but was quick to try and keep Taffy focused, “You’re doing great, hon! Just keep on top of her!” she coached her, knowing that Kanako was infamous for her toughness. Taffy nodded solemnly and turned her attention back to her target and was stopped in her tracks, taken aback by the sight that was waiting for her.
A defiant, but weary, Kanako stared a hole into Taffy, blood trickling from her nose and the corner of her lip, “That the best you’ve got…bitch?” she growled.
“Taffy!” Kate called to her partner, “Bring her over here!” Taffy nodded and did as instructed, punching her deep in the gut to double her over to more easily apply a side headlock and drag Kanako into their corner. Upon tagging Kate in, Taffy continued to abuse the referee’s five-count, putting Kanako in a full nelson to allow her partner as many wide-open shots to the Japanese girl’s body, which Kate happily obliged. Upon hearing the “Four!” from the referee, Taffy released Kanako and got out of the ring. “Been waiting for this for a long time, Akiyama! Now you’re gonna suffer!” she growled. She then grabbed a tight handful of Kanako’s hair and snapmared her over into a seated position. Taking a couple steps back, Kate then tried to bury her foot right between Kanako’s shoulderblades with a brutal shoot kick, followed by an equally brutal diving forearm shot to the back of the head, putting the Tokyo Tiger on her back, leading to the first pinfall attempt of the match!
ONE!
Kanako shoots an arm up with authority, much to the surprise and chagrin of the Grimm Reaper, “Gonna…have to…do better than that…to keep me down, bitch!” she grunted as she struggled to push herself up to all fours.
“Alright, then,” Kate answered, “Whatever you say…Bitch!” SHe then quickly gets up and unleashes a wicked running kick to Kanako’s ribs that once again put her on her back. She then drags her back up to her feet by the hair and pushes her into the nearby corner. After lighting up her chest with a pair of knife edge chops, Kate Irish whips Kanako into the opposite corner, with such force and speed that she hits the turnbuckles chest-first, sending her back down to the mat on her back, kicking her feet in pain. Kate smirked, then undid the top turnbuckle pad right in front of Carpenter.
“Really?” Al said exasperated, to which Kate just shrugged. Al sighed and went over to put the pad back on, falling for Kate’s trick. Because while Al’s back was turned, Kate advanced on Kanako once more, unraveling some of her wrist tape, and proceeded to choke Kanako with it. Receiving a signal from Taffy that Al had finished putting the pad back on the turnbuckle, Kate quickly broke off the choke and made it look like she had her in a rear chinlock, which she then turned into a neck crank, cruelly pulling and yanking Kanako’s neck in ways it was not meant to go.
“This is the fun part, Akiyama!” Kate reveled in Kanako’s suffering, “I’m gonna enjoy hearing you scream!” With that, she grabbed Kanako’s arm. Kanako, while weary from the beating she's endured so far, still had enough fight in her to struggle against her attacker, but a series of well-placed elbows to the back of her neck made her much more pliant. From there, Kate folded Kanako’s forearm into her bicep, applying a painful keylock. Kanako yelled out in pain, which only increased in volume and pitch when Kate began manipulating her joints, twisting her wrist and her fingers in inhumanly brutal ways. Again, Kanako cried out in pain, which surprisingly brought a frown to Grimm’s face. Akiyama had yelled, cried out, grunted…but she’d been unable to rip a scream from her hated foe’s lips. Kate wanted to hear that scream; she needed to hear that scream! To that end she transitioned from a keylock to a hammerlock, pulling her arm away from her back. She then delivered one, two brutal knees to the arm in rapid fashion, finishing with a vicious shin kick that looked every bit as agonizing as it no doubt felt.
That last kick got Kate the scream she was looking for as she rolled back and forth on the mat, cradling her damaged wing. Kate rose up to full height and looked down at the writhing Kanako with a sneer that slowly morphed into a satisfied grin. Giving Trixie a mocking look, she turned to walk over to her corner and tag Taffy in. “Stay on her.” she instructed as the Mississippi Mauler stepped through the strands, “Do not give her an opportunity to rally!” Taffy looked back at her partner in crime and gave her a solemn nod, seemingly beginning to get that she needed to take this match seriously, despite the diminutive size of their opponents. The very next beat, Taffy took off like a shot, a brunette bullet aimed straight at Kanako, which connects violently with a running, diving knee to the Modern Day Ronin’s ribs, putting her on her on her back once more. She then yanks Kanako up by the hair and lays in heavy rights to Kanako’s face, no doubt exacerbating the damage to her nose and jaw. She then pulls Kanako back up to standing and slowly wrings the arm that Kate hat been working over. She then delivers multiple clubbing blows to the hurt limb, each shot knocking Kanako down to one knee, only to be pulled back up by the towering bruiser.
From their corner, Trixie began trying to rally the crowd to get behind her wife, slapping the top turnbuckle several times in rhythm and then clapping with the same rhythm, which the crowd slowly picked up on and joined with The Jinx in cheering their hero on. Taffy showed the crowd just how little she cares about their support for Kanako, letting go of the Tokyo Tiger, letting her drop to the mat, so she can flip the FAWN Faithful off. Kate was quick to try and refocus her partner, “Forget these losers!” Kate shouted, “STAY! ON! HER!”
Taffy gave Grimm a look of contrition and a nod before advancing on the Modern Day Ronin once more. Unfortunately for her, she walked right into a reverse thrust kick straight to the chest, staggering her and knocking her back. Kanako followed up by leaping at Taffy, knee outstretched as she connected with the bridge of Taffy’s nose. The backwoods brawler howled in pain and fury as Kanako continued to try and chop the much larger fighter down with a flurry of kicks to Taffy’s legs and thighs, further taking her off balance.
“Hey!” Al yells, as his attention was pulled away from the action as he saw Kate starting to get into the ring. He quickly went over to intercept the encroaching woman, “Get back out of the ring, Grimm!”
“Oh yeah?” Kate shot back, “Why don’t you make me?!” As Kate expertly tied the referee up, keeping his back to the action, Taffy took advantage of the distraction by dropping to one knee and throwing a forearm hard between Kanako’s legs. Letting out a howl of agony, Kanako again slumped down to the mat, only to be caught by the hair by Taffy and dragged to her feet once more.
“All right, all right, settle down!” Kate said to Al meanwhile, putting her hands up before starting to exit the ring. Her eyes got wide and she hastened her exit when she saw Taffy blindly hurl Kanako into their corner, nailing Al in the back and wiping him out.
When Taffy turned around and saw the aftermath of her handiwork, she blinked and looked from the downed Kanako and the referee, over to Kate, “Uhh…Sorry, Kate.” she apologized sheepishly, “I guess I don’t know my own strength!”
Kate looked down at Carpenter and grinned, “It’s all good,” she said with a shrug, “Just means that we get to play with the psycho that much more! Get her up!” she barked as she stepped into the ring. Taffy nodded and dutifully complied, hoisting a groaning Kanako up and putting her in a full nelson so that Kate can tee off on her, laying into Kanako’s face, ribs, and gut with punch after punch.
Until…
CRACK!
In the rush to pour the punishment onto Kanako, they took their eyes off of of her partner/wife. Never shy about bending the rules when push comes to shove, Trixie likewise took advantage of the official being taken off the board to cause her own mayhem. She retrieved Kanako’s shinai from the timekeeper’s table and proceeded to go to town on Taffy, whacking her over and over with the wooden sword, eventually sending her tumbling out of the ring to safety. However, she would find no safe haven at ringside, as Trixie, after taking a few shots at Kate to take her down, was quick to follow after Taffy to resume her assault.
Back in the ring, Kate was slow to get back to her feet, but credit to the ex-cage fighter’s toughness, get back to her feet she did. Not for long though, as an equally tough, considering the punishment she’d endured, Kanako was already waiting for her with one of her favorite weapons to put her back down on the mat. The reverse roundhouse kick she calls the Bankai Kick!
BANKAI KICK: youtu.be/GoK7c0TdrUA?t=26
Kanako catches Kate flush in the face and she drops like a rock. Looking down at her hated foe, and instinctively knowing she just put her lights out, she was quick to head out to the outside and join her wife, who had just finished brutalizing Taffy and tossed the shinai aside.
“Is…is that my shinai?” Kanako asked, already knowing the answer from the welts all over Taffy’s back.
“Focus, sweetie,” Trixie said as she swept the monitors and various detritus off of the announce table, “We need to take the muscle out!” Kanako nodded grimly, knowing exactly what she had in mind. ANd with that in mind, she picked Taffy off of the mat and stuffed her head between her thighs. Once Trixie was in position, she flipped the bigger woman up over her head and brought her crashing down through the announce table with Trixie’s aid!
DOUBLE POWERBOMB: youtu.be/Q5KsEmDxXmY?t=15
Taffy laid out, spread eagle, among the wreckage, all but out. Kanako looked down at her with grim satisfaction until her wife tapped her on the chest and jerked her thumb in a stirring Grimm’s direction. Kanako nodded and the couple climbed back into the ring.Kate groaned as she tried to shake the cobwebs when she looked up to see both of her opponents looming over her. “Ah, shit,” she muttered before the pair commenced putting the boots to her, stomping her mercilessly for what must’ve seemed like an eternity to the Grimm Reaper.
Once they were satisfied that Kate wasn’t going to be moving anytime soon, Trixie looked at Kanako. “Let’s finish this.” she said, to which Kanako nodded. A buzz rumbled through the crowd as both women ascended the same turnbuckle, Kanako going to the top, Trixie to the second rope. Again, like earlier in the match, as if they were operating as one, they both took flight, Trixie delivering a second rope legdrop across Kate’s throat, while Kanako delivered her graceful but brutal finisher that she calls Run Her Through!
SECOND ROPE LEGDROP: youtu.be/UagGZrGueX8
RUN HER THROUGH: youtu.be/znoumHUMspQ
Kanako nailed Kate in the stomach, dead center, and quickly dropped to make the cover, just as Al had come to and moved into position.
ONE!
TWO!!
…..
All of a sudden the count stopped, as a dazed but upright Taffy pulled her partner out of the ring and held her up. “Come on, Kate, let’s get the fuck out of here!” A still groaning Kate could only nod as Taffy helped her over the guardrail and through the crowd.
“The fuck?!” Trixie called to them incredulously, leaning on the ropes, “You fuckers started this fight, and now you’re running?!” The bullies either didn’t hear Trixie’s taunt or pretended not to hear as they disappeared through the crowd
DINGDINGDING!!!
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, as a result of a countout, the team of TRIXIE DECKER AND KANAKO AKIYAMA!!!
The crowd exploded in cheers for their conquering heroes. In the ring, Trixie was still staring in the direction their vanquished foes had just vanished from, arms outstretched as if to say “Really?!” Meanwhile, Kanako fumed, stomping around the ring and kicking the ropes, raging at the unsatisfying finish.
“Relax, Songbird,” Trixie said, trying to calm her wife down. “We won. We sent them running for the hills. You hear them?” she gestured to the FAWN Faithful. “They’re cheering for us. Enjoy it.”
Kanako took a deep breath and nodded, “Yeah…Yeah, you’re right, Hon Bun. It’s just…”
“I know. But we won. Let’s just focus on that, and don’t let those bitches spoil our mood. Let’s do our victory lap, hit the showers, and then we can celebrate.” She said the last part with a wink.
Kanako chuckled at that, “Sounds like a plan. Come on, wife. Let’s go.” SHe then took Trixie by the hand, and together, they did a victory lap, high fiving as many fans as they could around ringside before heading up the ramp and to the back to “celebrate” in private.