Post by hawkeye on May 8, 2023 0:37:24 GMT
Collecting a pyrrhic win and moving within one of the elusive .500 career mark was no comfort for the Hawkeye at Heartbroken. The start of an attempted takeover from the Asian Invasion ruined her chance to best a top competitor in Zoe Scott, even if it gave her a DQ victory, and the post-match aftermath left her on the shelf for March to War.
The Invaders’ plan to create a beachhead in the organization by eliminating arguably its most famous member would start and hopefully end tonight.
Kylie stretches behind the curtain, butterflies fluttering after all these years, though they’re a bit bigger tonight knowing she’s not only fighting one Invader in the ring but will have to keep track of another outside, and without any back-up.
Still, when the glorious, melodious and upbeat Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena and she hears the Corps roar to their collective feet, the FAWN original is ready to go.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE )
The group’s favorite Girl Scout moves to the curtain and pushes through, raising the decibels by double. With a final fantastic run still a hope, at least in the hearts of her Corps, Sanders seems ready to make it happen.
Moving to center stage, Kylie absorbs the adulation, smiling and waving, the sight of their redeemed Pleasant Valley Princess begetting more collective love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed beauty from the swarm.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she heads down the ramp, Ky cups a hand to an ear, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ that overwhelm her accompaniment.
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A beaming Sanders walks the aisle, happy to slap hands with her fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming the Platinum Pixie to be worth more than gold and a large placard making clear “Our Corps commander knows how to repulse any Invasion”.
Reaching the ring and climbing the steps, Ky takes a moment to gaze around the arena at the massive display of affection. Sanders salutes her supporters before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, Ky applauds the sellout crowd before raising a microphone to her full, Cupid’s Arrow lips.
“Thank you so much.”
The Hawkeye waits for the din to die down.
“I’m going to need you more than ever tonight. Superfans like all of you will have to push me through against these awful Invaders. Can I count on you?”
The crowd responds with an energetic “YES’ chant.
The support seems to choke up the Hawkeye.
Sanders hands her stick to the ring announcer and retreats to her assigned corner where she allows lead referee Nick Castle to begin his cursory check as her introduction commences.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. From Pleasant Valley, Iowa, standing 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 115 pounds, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The house erupts in an encore of applause as Kylie nervously hops and stretches, hoping to reach the career break-even mark for the first time in almost 20 years.
Kylie and the crowd don’t wait long for the Invasion to commence 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. 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 gear plunges from cleavage to navel, the triangular opening 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 Sanders back while she addresses the rabble.
“The Little Dragon is among you,” Ohno informs. “Provide the proper respect.”
The bellowing crowd is uninterested.
“Tonight. You will mourn the end of your pathetic mascot. We will take what you hold most dear, then we will take FAWN in its entirety. You will watch the Little Dragon devour your beloved Scout and finish her sad journey.”
The crowd voices its boisterous displeasure as Reiko drops the mic. The teammates move to the corner opposite Sanders and the woman Yuko once declared her Ninja, slides through the ropes and drops to the arena floor.
Seah is poised, never taking her eyes off the defender she is designated to destroy.
The bell brings the women to battle and each strides confidently toward the other, Sanders reaching out for a collar-and-elbow as they meet in the middle. But Sin ducks under and sweeps around, securing a waistlock on Kylie.
It’s a rarity, but Ky is the noticeably bigger combatant in tonight’s battle, and she’s able to backpedal Seah into a corner, sandwiching the Invader between. Castle calls for a break and the Korean quickly releases. Sanders cocks an elbow to swing it blindly behind and nail the Invader in the head, but the blonde decides against it, raising both arms.
Kylie treads forward, choosing to break cleanly and reset. But before she can turn, Seah shoots a side kick into the pit of Sanders’ left knee, forcing the Platinum Pixie to genuflect, elfin features pinched in pain.
Nestling in a stooped stance close behind the FAWN original, Seah secures a tight chinlock while driving a knee forward between the blonde’s shoulderblades. Sin compels Kylie into a pained arch.
Sanders tries to pry free from the chinlock. The Little Dragon’s grip is broken, but it quickly becomes obvious it was voluntary when her palms surround Sanders’ wrists. The Invader draws the ivory wings of the Hawkeye behind her. Sin raises her right leg, placing a boot behind Sanders’ noggin and Kylie’s hazel eyes widen, knowing what the Korean has in mind.
Seah doesn’t make her wait long. Thrusting her leg forward while releasing her grips, she PLANTS Sanders’ face into the thinly sheathed floorboards with a cruel curbstomp that has Kylie grasping at her beak with both hands. The blonde rolls to her back, boot soles pounding on the canvas.
Distracted by her bruised nose, Ky doesn’t notice as Seah sidles beside, her back to the Pixie. The acrobatic Dragon leaps into a backflip, the standing moonsault perfectly placed to splash her midriff across the open alabaster tummy of the reborn Girl Scout.
Kylie jackknifes under the splashing impact of the Invader then melts to horizontal. Seah scoops the far leg of her foe, pressing tight in her crossbody pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Kylie kicks loose from the pinning predicament, flopping to her side, one hand to her throbbing proboscis, one arm wrapped around her bruised belly.
On the outside, a proud Reiko turns to the crowd and points behind her.
“Your Corps is no match for the skill and power of our Invasion.”
Kylie’s supporters beg to differ, loudly, and a rhythmic clap draws Ky up to one knee where Sin takes over, forcing Sanders up the rest of the way and into a side headlock. Ky’s hands move to Seah’s hips and she shoves the smaller fighter off, Sin using the momentum to race to the ropes in front of her.
Kylie is close behind, ready to lift a knee into the chin of the Korean when she u-turns out of the cables. But Korean Air hops to the middle rope while grabbing the top and back flips over the startled Sanders, landing behind the Hawkeye.
When the Pixie spins to find her foe, it’s Seah who leaps into a high knee attack, cracking Ky in the chin and sending her sprawling into the ropes, Kylie throwing arms over the top strand. As Ky tries to clear the glaze from her eyes, Seah takes off for the far ropes and rebounds at full speed. The FAWNatics try to transfer energy to their favorite but a leaping Dragon NAILS Kylie in the chin with a flawless dropkick the sends the Pleasant Valley Princess cartwheeling over the cables, smashing against the apron before tumbling to the floor in a black-n-gold heap.
The stubborn Sanders slowly pushes toward vertical several steps back from ringside, trying to regain her bearings after a painfully slow start. But the Invader is giving no quarter. She slips through the ropes and surges down the apron on the outside. As Ky turns toward her, Sin takes to the air, her golden-skinned legs leading the way. Seah clamps the lower limbs around the temples of the Platinum Pixie and ranas Kylie to the thinly-padded cement, Sanders front flipping to a meaty THWACK against the concrete.
Kylie arches in anguish, reaching for her lower spine while a grinning Sin kips to her feet and plays to the crowd.
“This is no sneak attack,” she rightly shouts to the jeers from the front row. “Your pathetic commander is being driven from the field. She cannot stand against the Dragon.”
It’s difficult for the Corps to argue the point as Seah instantly seized control and has never let it loose. They boo the Korean relentlessly nevertheless, the volume growing when Sin peels the reeling Kylie off the arena floor, only to knock her back down with an echoing judo chop to the chest that leaves their battered heroine staring into the rafters, eyes half-lidded from the beatdown Seah’s inflicting.
With the count rising from Castle, the Korean is forced to slow her momentum long enough to roll back into the ring. Instead of proceeding immediately out, she pushes to her feet and grabs Castle by the lapels, turning him away to discuss the finer points or origami in her mother tongue.
Nick does his best to follow Sin’s monologue and, in so doing, completely misses Reiko circling around the outside. The Japanese grappler closes on a rising Sanders and hurdles into a nasty thrust kick that nearly removes Ky’s head from her shoulders.
Side Thrust Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=CpJf_bsG6oQ )
Grabbing the flattened Hawkeye by the ears, the snarling Asian rips a dazed Kylie off the floor and stuffs her back into the ring, Ky rolling to a stop a few feet behind a clueless Castle.
Working together impeccably, it’s Sin’s turn to peel a ravaged Sanders from horizontal. The Korean pivots from the swaying Platinum Pixie. She swings a would-be concussive spinning back fist toward a bull’s eye between the Iowan’s hazel peepers, but Ky ducks beneath.
Ending in Seah’s six o’clock, Kylie pulls the smaller grappler tight with a bearhug from behind. With a loud grunt of effort, the Pixie launches Seah up-n-over with a Release German Suplex, the Little Dragon crashing and burning on the back of her skull and shoulders. The crowd roars to its feet as an angry Ohno slaps the mat, the match, at last, not going according to the Invaders’ master plan.
Release German Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBfdRmREYBE ) :06
After unfolding from her awful matchbook landing, Seah sprawls face down. A spent Ky responds to the pleas of her followers, pushing through the pain and fatigue to use the crown of her head to shove Seah to her back and collapse across the starfished Korean for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sin thrusts a shoulder up to the groan of the Hawkeye’s faithful Corps. On her haunches next to Seah, a sweat-soaked Pixie sweeps all ten digits through her platinum bob, knowing she must pluck the wings of the Dragon if she’s going to grab the ‘W’ and the long-awaited break-even career mark.
Sanders rolls Sin to her chest and mounts her foe in a seated, forward-facing straddle, cheeks plopping down atop the base of the featherweight’s spinal column. Reaching forward, the Platinum Pixie slips her arms under and around the golden-skinned limbs of the Invader. She laces her fingers behind the neck of a squirming Seah. Full nelson secured, Kylie’s perfect pearlies clench as she reels back on the Korean, sending Sin’s backbone in a painful arch that continues to grow.
Leaning far enough her hazel eyes are pointed to the lights above, Sanders has Seah’s face steered in the same direction with her Full Nelson version of the Camel Clutch. Sin bites her lower lip, then gives into the pain, yelping in anguish.
Full Nelson Camel Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdcKWP83Rho ) :05
But when Castle hovers above and asks if the Invader wants to relinquish, she refuses to address the question of surrender. Instead, from the sidelines, Reiko assures Nick there’s nothing the gaijin can do to break the Little Dragon.
Apparently taking Ohno at her word, the Pixie unfastens her Clutch, Seah sighing as her frame falls to horizontal against the canvas, Sin reaching for her lower vertebrae to assuage the pain. Sanders scurries to the nearest corner and pops to the middle ropes, turning to face her target. A sprinting Reiko charges down the length of the ring to send the PVP tumbling, but Ky launches too quickly. Kylie lands in a double stomp to the end of the Korean’s backbone, Seah howling from the continued attack to her spine.
But Kylie isn’t done. She positions herself in a standing straddle of the same pressure point. This time the FAWN original points toward Seah’s boots. Dipping, she collects the Dragon’s shins and pulls the Invader into a different verse of the same song, torturing Sin’s spine with a Boston Crab.
Boston Crab ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGap0BNU_2A )
The old hand dips into a low crouch, the better to curve the backbone of the Korean. And again, Seah is wailing in agony as the vet continues to take apart her back, vertebra by vertebra.
Castle drops to a knee in front of the misty-eyed Dragon, Nick promising to make it better if Sin just says the magic words ‘I quit’. But Seah spits a curse in her native tongue, shaking her head as Reiko commands her partner to never surrender to such an inferior foe.
“Are you sure?” Ky asks, dropping further in her own arch so the crown of her head touches the same of adversary, bending the back of the Invader to a seemingly unbearable bow. But Seah persists until Kylie cramps from the effort she’s putting in to finish the Invader. Sanders lets her foe’s slender, sinewy legs drop to the canvas and dismounts, shaking out her arms and legs.
She walks to AI’s corner and kicks at the bottom rope, sending a startled Reiko back a step, the Japanese grappler complaining to Castle about keeping the gaijin in line.
Kylie chuckles and turns her attention back to Sin, the Little Dragon having taken Ky’s recovery time to get a little of her own.
Up to one knee, she sweeps the Pixie’s legs out from under her when Sanders gets close. Seah tries to dive atop Kylie in a schoolgirl pin to fire away with backhand chops and overhand slaps. But coming up between Ky’s ivory stems, she only gets her head and shoulders through before Sanders closes down in a scissors. The blonde grabs a wrist and tries to maneuver Seah into a triangle choke, attempting to evoke an unconditional surrender from the Invader.
Thinking quickly, Sin pushes her smaller body forward before Sanders can properly settle and rolls the reborn Girl Scout onto her shoulders, matchbooking the squirming Kylie for…
ONE…
TWO…
The Hawkeye releases her grip and scissors to flop to her side and break the count. The Pixie scrambles to her feet a tick ahead of her opponent and skewers the Dragon with a toe kick to the golden tummy of the Invader, doubling the wide-eyed Sin.
Grabbing Seah by her dark, ponytailed locks, Ky drops to her backside and PLANTS Sin to the deck with a Sit-out facebuster. Seah’s forehead THUNKS off the thinly-sheathed floorboards in violent fashion, Sin absently flopping to her back from the force of the impact.
Sit-out facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tomRsejZZCY&t=31s ) 1:01
With her Corps roaring, Ky dives atop Sin in a crossbody pin. She hooks the far leg for insurance while Nick drops to the mat next to the warriors and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Seah won’t allow the invasion to end without victory, kicking out of the predicament and rolling to her chest.
Sanders shakes her head in disappointment then watches with a combination of frustration and admiration as the Little Dragon pushes to hands and knees and heads for the ropes nearest her fellow Invader. Ky pushes to her feet and raises her right boot to stomp Seah flat to the deck. But before she can batter Sin’s spine once more, the Korean spins to a seated position and catches Kylie’s leg around the ankle with both hands before it hits home.
With a concerned Kylie left hopping on her remaining planted stem, a snarling Seah scoots to her feet, lifting the blonde’s limb high. With Seah throwing the captured leg at its owner like a pendulum, Sanders’ plant foot is ripped off its moorings by the momentum of her opposite leg and she face and chest-plants into the mat, silencing what has been an uproarious crowd.
The effort from the Invader seems to take all her reserves as Seah ends on her haunches next to the face-down Sanders. It’s the Pixie’s turn to reach all fours before Sin can fully take advantage. Ky rattles her braincase to shift her senses back into place, when Seah sidles alongside, recreating a collegiate wrestling ‘down position’ with Sin in control.
Relying on her Iowa instincts, the former Hawk, who’s been mentioned as potential future staff for Division I’s first women’s collegiate wrestling team, her home-state Hawkeyes, Ky sits out and spins around the gobsmacked Korean grappler, collecting the reversal. The blonde drives Seah down into the mat, grinding her flawless features into the abrasive canvas. Ky flips Sin onto her back and collects the collegiate pin.
Fortunately for the Invader, FAWN and the rest of the professional ranks require three slaps of the mat, not one, and the Dragon breaks free before the required count. She scrambles to her feet, Kylie doing likewise beside her.
Sanders reaches for control, but Seah responds with a knee lift to the alabaster midriff of the Pixie, doubling Ky over, Sanders with a deep groan, eyes bugging.
Sin’s ruby-tipped talons move to the lowered face of her fellow combatant and Seah rakes them across the hazel eyes of the Hawkeye. Kylie squeals in pain, turning and rubbing furiously at her peepers while the Corps rain jeers down on the contemptible Invader.
As a delighted Reiko chuckles from the sidelines, Seah drives a toe kick deep into the solar plexus of the blinded Pixie then delivers a double axhandle blow to the spine of the bent Sanders, returning a small portion of the abuse she’d received to her back.
Ky staggers away, arched in anguish, face pinched in pain, with a hungry Dragon stalking her from the Pixie’s blind spot.
Seah slinks closer as Kylie’s Corps shouts a warning, the alarm growing in volume when Sin clenches her right hand in a manner that her thumb sticks wide and to the side. The Korean drives it into the blonde’s neck, the nerve strike entering just below and behind Ky’s right ear.
Sanders’ eyelids begin fluttering manically, her legs turning to jelly. And as the Invader keeps her thumb deeply inserted, drool begins dripping over Kylie’s bottom lip, the Pixie’s mouth agape, eyes crossing.
There have been rumors of a new weapon added to Sin’s arsenal and it seems this is indeed the ballyhooed Dragon’s Tooth.
The flaccid Hawkeye seems close to full shutdown when her sagging right arm falls over the middle rope and she’s able to tumble through, falling to the apron’s edge, then rolling to a meaty THWACK on the thinly-padded cement of the arena floor.
A furious and frustrated Seah stomps the canvas above her foe, damning the gaijin’s luck that’s taken Sanders out of her grasp. Motioning to AI’s resident ninja, Sin calls for Reiko to return Kylie to the ring so she can finish the job on the FAWN original.
Ohno strides around the ring, ignoring Castle’s calls for fair play.
“Don’t worry,” she shouts back, “I’m not going in the ring.”
A stubborn Ky is up, if on unsteady feet, when the Japanese grappler arrives. Unaware of the uninvited guest, Sanders staggers away from the steel barricade separating combatants and spectators and toward the approaching Reiko when Ohno twirls into a Spinning Heel Kick, nearly removing Kylie’s head from her shoulders.
Spinning Heel Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TvvS_y4oos&t=3s )
The besieged defender falls against the two-pronged attack of the Invasion, laid waste in a wide starfish at the Invader’s feet, barely clinging to consciousness.
A smirking Reiko presses her palms together and bows to the crowd, loving every moment of the ear-splitting jeers raining down upon her. She motions for more and the FAWNatics respond with every decibel of displeasure they can deliver.
Inside, an agitated Seah calls to her partner, Sin having a difficult time reaching over the volume of the Corps. Finally gaining Reiko’s attention, Seah angrily instructs her fellow Invader to toss Sanders back in the squared circle for the grand finale. Somewhat sheepishly, Ohno scrapes Ky off the deck and stuffs the Platinum Pixie in under the bottom rope.
The end of Kylie’s inopportune roll puts her several steps from a nearby corner and the Little Dragon is quickly climbing to a perch above the waylaid blonde. Seah turns to face her forlorn target, raising her arms high and wide to signal imminent take off. Dropping to a crouch, the Asian high-flyer soars beautifully through a Shooting Star Press, her body poised post-flip to CRUSH Kylie’s open midriff in a splash landing.
Shooting Star Press ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSWeX18Wf1E ) :30
But Sanders digs deep and gets her knees up, impaling Sin, the landing a gruesome one. A wincing Reiko turns from the carnage, Seah flopping away from the impact spastically, swaddling her tummy with both arms as she retches in anguish.
A few feet distant, Ky blinks enough of her wits into place to reach one knee, where she draws in deep breaths, places Ohno’s position and Sin’s condition, and wearily shoves to her feet.
“I’m gettin’ too old for this,” Kylie jokes with Castle.
“You and me both,” he responds.
Sanders uses the man to pull to her feet, offering Nick a joking ‘thanks’. She moves to a gurgling, breathless Dragon, working hard to pull her gutted foe to stooped feet.
Dipping, Kylie swings an arm between her adversary’s legs and ‘hups’ the smaller woman across her shoulders, the Pixie strapping Sin down with a Fireman’s Carry.
“Let’s see if we can’t teach you a little more about keeping your feet on the ground,” Ky advises.
To the amazement of the crowd, the Hawkeye starts to rotate, slow at first but then more speedily, testing her balance and Seah’s ability to contain any contents of her stomach.
As the Airplane Spin reaches its full RPM, the Korean is stretched to full length, the propellor to Kylie’s engine. After more than a half dozen whirls, Kylie presses the diminutive Dragon off her shoulders for a solo flight. Sin makes another full rotation on her own before CRASHING to the canvas chest-first.
The thump of body to mat puts a smile on the otherwise seasick features of the flatlander, Ky clearly enjoying a trip to old school a lot more than a dazed and debilitated Seah.
As Sanders takes a serpentine trip to Sin, a worried Reiko leaps to the apron, drawing the Hawkeye’s attention away from her faltering partner. The Pixie makes a u-turn and heads for the badgering ninja. As she closes with Ohno, Reiko drops to the floor, turning to face the crowd and pointing at her temple, letting everyone know she’s the top field general in this war.
Unfortunately for Ohno, her tactics leave something to be desired when she remains too close to the ring’s edge. Sanders dips between the top and middle ropes and latches onto Reiko’s raven mane. With the Invader howling, Ky yanks Ohno up to the apron by the hair. She moves her grip above the cables, spinning Reiko to face her and collecting the ninja in a front facelock.
Ky pops her hips and, despite Castle’s pleading, brings Reiko in the hard way, with a vertical suplex. Landing heavily on her spine, Reiko arches in pain as Kylie slips through the ropes to the outside. Turning to face the interloper, Sanders grabs the middle ropes with both hands.
“You want to be a part of this war, bring it to the battlefield.”
As Reiko turns to Kylie’s voice, the Platinum Pixie hurls herself through the strands and SPEARS THE HOLY HELL out of the joshi.
Spear through the ropes ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5jXB_5SWTM )
It’s Reiko’s turn to feel the roiling abdomen from a PVP attack. With Castle’s guidance, Ohno rolls breathlessly out of the ring, slopping to the floor when she reaches the edge.
As Ky pushes to her feet, the Corps is on full alert. A risen and recovered Sin has her ‘Tooth’ at the ready, stalking the Hawkeye. But as she deploys the spike strike, Kylie reaches over her shoulder, snatching Seah’s wrist before she can propel the thumb into Kylie’s nerve bundle.
Instead, Sanders sends Sin flying toward a neutral corner with a judo throw. The Korean deftly uses the momentum to hop back to her feet after the impact. Seah pops to a stance on the middle ropes and blindly leaps into a twisting crossbody.
But Ky’s followed her foe in and turns so the Korean’s landing is across her shoulders, Seah instantly captured in a telltale Fireman’s Carry.
Before Sin has time to consider her fatal mistake, Kylie lays out to her left and POUNDS the smaller grappler to the deck with her illustrious Pleasant Valley Driver.
Pleasant Valley Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=96YGwFdN9K8 ) :14
With picture perfect form, Kylie lands atop Seah, sandwiching the demolished Invader, a momentarily sympathetic groan emerging from the multitude.
The Corps roars as Kylie crawls to her splayed adversary, dropping tight across Sin’s chest and hooking the far leg, then rolling to her back to pull the devastated Seah into a tight cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
An exhausted Sanders releases Sin’s limb, the semiconscious Invader unfolding into a starfish. Kylie leans against the broken body of her foe.
Outside, Reiko rises to the demoralizing sight of the Pixie atop her Little Dragon. She slaps the canvas in frustration, the front row of the crowd giving her the business for her failed invasion.
Within the confines, Ky moves to a seated position next to the Korean, a slight grin emerging when the announcer makes things official.
“Your winner…by pinfall…the Platinum Pixie…Kylie Sanders!”
The Hawkeye stretches a hand to Castle. Ky’s long-time co-worker helps her up and raises her hand in victory in one smooth motion. The Corps pop hard for their leader, perhaps more so knowing Sanders finally reached the elusive .500 career mark and though, in the sunset of her career, there is hope there is still much to accomplish.
The celebration is short-lived. Having entered in a fashion matching her moniker, the ninja NAILS Kylie in the back of the skull with a forearm shiver, sending the blonde crashing to the deck.
Cradling her head, Ky rolls to her back and instantly Ohno is upon her to the reverberating boos of the crowd.
Reiko plucks Kylie’s legs off the canvas and crosses them in a figure-four. The Yokohama native turns Sanders to her chest and into a Scorpion Crosslock then adds her own special joshi touch to increase the agony, securing double underhooks and lifting Kylie’s ivory torso off the canvas, placing incredible pressure on the Pixie’s back in addition to her legs.
Ohno Not That ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=KH-huuE941E ) :18
Nick pleads with Reiko to release but he’s shoved aside by a recovering Seah.
A howling Sanders pleads for release, tapping as best she can. That’s put to a stop when a furious Sin hits the ropes, returns and RAMS a boot sole into Ky’s temple, knocking the Pixie out of Reiko’s grasp but also knocking her senseless.
On auto pilot, the dogged Sanders pushes to her knees, but the perseverance only provides the opportunity for the Little Dragon to cartwheel to an overturned head scissors on the Pixie. Seah then spins to the canvas, laying out and SPIKING Kylie’s face into the deck.
Headscissors facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4BlzvTovd0 )
The shattered victor flops to her back out cold. However, it seems the Asian Invasion isn’t nearly done, apparently planning to end the Pleasant Valley Princess for good.
That worrying intent becomes all too real for the loyal Corps members when a vindictive Reiko goes to the nearest corner and tears off the padding of the top turnbuckle. An ominous hush takes over the crowd as the cold steel gleams under the arena's lights. Seah grabs the straps of the unconscious Kylie's top, pulls her to a slumped seat and screams into her slack face "A time-tested method of invasion, is to take the heads of the conquered land’s false idols!"
Seah pulls Kylie into a loose standing headscissors as Reiko clues in the worried FAWNatics by violently drawing a thumb across her throat before helping lift the unresisting Pixie’s form up Seah’s body into the Powerbomb position… cries for security or anyone fill the air, as Sanders is about to be hurt!
Someone jumps the guardrail! It looks like a fan is taking matters into her own hands. A short woman in jeans, wearing an old Special K hoodie with the hood pulled up tight charges into the ring like she’s saving her baby! The Invaders think the uproar is the cattle begging for mercy, so the Running Chop Block the stranger blasts into the back of Seah’s leg catches them completely by surprise!
“AAAH!”
Firecrackers explode in Sin’s knee and her form crumples. She falls to the canvas and instantly gets squashed by Kylie’s limp body, the Pixie’s ass to the Invader’s chest.
Reiko overcomes the shock and lunges at the interloper, grabbing her. A catty clawfest erupts as the women tear at each other’s clothes! Reiko swipes at the fan’s eyes but the woman tilts her head at the last moment and avoids the rake. Still, Reiko’s nails catch the trespasser’s hood forcing it off.
It’s the Kylie Corps Number One member (and possibly stalker) Cassava Onika!
Cassava Onika
Ohno seems even more incensed now that their attacker is revealed as the simpering fool that chose Sanders as her heroine.
“How dare you attack TheOOughh!!”
Moving with such speed it’s like she skipped frames of animation, Cassava stomps forward with a punch that threatens to pierce Ohno’s sternum and come out the other side. You know when Cassava switches to striking you done fucked up.
Ou-Zuki www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUqmDexARh8
Reiko’s stems go rubbery as she back peddles from the blow. She lets out hoarse gasps as she struggles to breathe.
Her anger nowhere near sated, Cassava grabs Reiko’s wrist and Irish Whips half of the Invaders to the ropes, snarling “Get away from her, you bitches!”
Reiko, suffering heart palpitations, manages to turn and face away from the ropes as she hits them. Ohno rebounds into a Hip Attack to the face from Cassava!
With Reiko knocked down by some high-quality Cake, Seah struggles to get a still snoozing Kylie off her person.
Cassava breaks into a sprint to the far cables and rebounds, trying to break the sound barrier, and maybe Reiko’s nose judging by the next Hip Attack Cassava slams her with as soon as the Japanese wrestler struggles to vertical.
Reiko’s knocked into a matchbook and then some. But she acrobatically back rolls onto her feet with fists clenched, still determined to get a clean hit on the fat bottomed-girl.
Cassava hits her with a third Running Hip Attack! Reiko’s knocked awkwardly through the ropes, careening off the apron to a painful THWACK against the arena floor nearest the ramp.
HIP ATTACK 303- TRIPLE BARREL
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Deeper in the ring, Seah finally shoves free of Sanders’ limp body, pushing off the mat to deal with The Superfan.
All the jostling from the Korean stirs the winner of the match to a semi-awake state. Kylie blinks and groans as she labours to all fours, only aware winning should feel better than this.
Seah sees her partner getting booty-bumped out of the squared circle and takes extreme umbrage. She charges and puts Onika on her heels with a forearm to the jaw then starts putting some red on The BMD’s chest with a torrent of Overhand Chops.
“We’re dealing with your pathetic excuse for a leader! Wait your turn!”
Onika’s rack suffers terribly at the near-Bloodwind level chop cycle. A yelping Cassava gets backed to the ropes where Seah halts the overhands and rears back to give Cassava a shiner.
But the dyed blonde moves first. She catches Seah with a dagger strike to the throat that has the Invader gagging and clutching at her neck. Then Cassava moves close, lowering and encircling with her arms, taking Sin in a rib-cracking hug. Onika quickly raises and spikes Sin’s crotch on a posted knee.
Inverted Atomic Drop www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvPiJuHNMfE
The Milk Chocolate Mauler is practically spitting with rage in Seah’s pained face at the near blasphemy being spewed.
“Kylie leads the Corps because she’s the perfect wrestler and woman! You should know given she just beat you!”
Cassava lifts Seah off her knee and turns around so she can shove the wobbly-legged Invader against the ropes. The BMD champ crouches to hip blast Seah to next week on her return when Kylie streaks past and CRASHES a clothesline across Sin’s clavicle, sending her flipping over the top cable!
In a mixed sort of luck, Reiko’s about to reenter and acts as a cushion for her partner, softening Seah’s landing but leaving them a writhing pile on the concrete.
“SEE! Grit! Tenacity! Something you wouldn’t know about!”
A bouncing Cassava exalts in Kylie’s amazing show of heart and endurance, empathetically pointing at the Platinum Pixie as Ky falls to her knees and leans against the ropes, her head still swirling from that after-match punt.
The Invaders regroup but decide to right this injustice another day. Supporting each other as they retreat up the ramp, Reiko beats at her and Seah’s chest, screaming back at the inglorious girl scouts.
“You think you’re something special?! You think you’re a team that can stop our Invasion?! Then you’ll face us in the ring next PPV! No tricks or sneak attacks for you to hide behind!”
Cassava’s about to accept the challenge with a gleeful shout when she bites her tongue. She looks at the back of Kylie’s head as the veteran pulls on the cables to stand and approaches respectfully.
“I know I failed you last time, but if you give me a chance…”
“You want us!” Kylie yells at the women who’ve been cheapshotting her all night, slumped in pain and doused in sweat. “You got us! And we’ll send you packing to wherever Yuko and Sayuki ended up!’
Seah screams the last word in this duel of egos as they disappear in the curtains.
“Tonight was a delayed execution! You’ll burn in my fire next match!”
“We’ll see about that…” Kylie mutters to herself as she wipes perspiration from her eyes with the back of her hand. The victor of the match is about to thank whomever came to her aid when she’s nearly bowled over from behind, trapped in an almost too-tight squeeze, the curvy woman pressing into her back with what experience tells Kylie is a pair of juggs that could smother her for days on end.
“This is gonna be amazing!” Cassava chitters excitedly in Kylie’s ear. ”Saving you and then tagging with you crosses two things on my list of lifelong goals! We’re gonna kick their asses, Miss Sanders.”
The stupefied Kylie turns and stares with eyebrows raised. Until now, the Platinum Pixie was unaware of who helped her and did not expect it to be the Buns of Mass Destruction champion.
They’ve had very little contact and all was in the Pixie’s Vanilla Chill days. Truthfully, after she berated The Superfan in their last meeting when Cassava failed to ‘defend her honour’ against her former attack dog Jasmine Washington, Kylie hadn’t given the curvy tribute act a single thought.
She felt guilty about that… but the manic glee in Cassava’s eyes that eerily reminds her of Violyt Goodheart tells Kylie maybe that distance was for the best.
Unfortunately, she can’t back out of this now and she’s stuck with this active hand grenade of a partner.
“Yeah…” Kylie says weakly as she smiles and nods with Onika’s blazing optimism, “We sure will…”
The Invaders’ plan to create a beachhead in the organization by eliminating arguably its most famous member would start and hopefully end tonight.
Kylie stretches behind the curtain, butterflies fluttering after all these years, though they’re a bit bigger tonight knowing she’s not only fighting one Invader in the ring but will have to keep track of another outside, and without any back-up.
Still, when the glorious, melodious and upbeat Sixpence None The Richer’s ‘There She Goes’ sweeps through the arena and she hears the Corps roar to their collective feet, the FAWN original is ready to go.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMfXeuv4kZE )
The group’s favorite Girl Scout moves to the curtain and pushes through, raising the decibels by double. With a final fantastic run still a hope, at least in the hearts of her Corps, Sanders seems ready to make it happen.
Moving to center stage, Kylie absorbs the adulation, smiling and waving, the sight of their redeemed Pleasant Valley Princess begetting more collective love in the direction of the silvery-bobbed beauty from the swarm.
KYLIE SANDERS
Drawing on echoes of her original gear, Sanders sports a simple yellow-gold sports bra topside with black boy-cut shorts, black boots and pads. As she heads down the ramp, Ky cups a hand to an ear, enjoying the chants of ‘KY-LEE’ that overwhelm her accompaniment.
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A beaming Sanders walks the aisle, happy to slap hands with her fans, gazing with delight at a poster proclaiming the Platinum Pixie to be worth more than gold and a large placard making clear “Our Corps commander knows how to repulse any Invasion”.
Reaching the ring and climbing the steps, Ky takes a moment to gaze around the arena at the massive display of affection. Sanders salutes her supporters before slipping through the cables.
Moving to the middle, Ky applauds the sellout crowd before raising a microphone to her full, Cupid’s Arrow lips.
“Thank you so much.”
The Hawkeye waits for the din to die down.
“I’m going to need you more than ever tonight. Superfans like all of you will have to push me through against these awful Invaders. Can I count on you?”
The crowd responds with an energetic “YES’ chant.
The support seems to choke up the Hawkeye.
Sanders hands her stick to the ring announcer and retreats to her assigned corner where she allows lead referee Nick Castle to begin his cursory check as her introduction commences.
“Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. From Pleasant Valley, Iowa, standing 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 115 pounds, the Platinum Pixie…KYLIE SANDERS!”
The house erupts in an encore of applause as Kylie nervously hops and stretches, hoping to reach the career break-even mark for the first time in almost 20 years.
Kylie and the crowd don’t wait long for the Invasion to commence 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. 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 gear plunges from cleavage to navel, the triangular opening 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 Sanders back while she addresses the rabble.
“The Little Dragon is among you,” Ohno informs. “Provide the proper respect.”
The bellowing crowd is uninterested.
“Tonight. You will mourn the end of your pathetic mascot. We will take what you hold most dear, then we will take FAWN in its entirety. You will watch the Little Dragon devour your beloved Scout and finish her sad journey.”
The crowd voices its boisterous displeasure as Reiko drops the mic. The teammates move to the corner opposite Sanders and the woman Yuko once declared her Ninja, slides through the ropes and drops to the arena floor.
Seah is poised, never taking her eyes off the defender she is designated to destroy.
The bell brings the women to battle and each strides confidently toward the other, Sanders reaching out for a collar-and-elbow as they meet in the middle. But Sin ducks under and sweeps around, securing a waistlock on Kylie.
It’s a rarity, but Ky is the noticeably bigger combatant in tonight’s battle, and she’s able to backpedal Seah into a corner, sandwiching the Invader between. Castle calls for a break and the Korean quickly releases. Sanders cocks an elbow to swing it blindly behind and nail the Invader in the head, but the blonde decides against it, raising both arms.
Kylie treads forward, choosing to break cleanly and reset. But before she can turn, Seah shoots a side kick into the pit of Sanders’ left knee, forcing the Platinum Pixie to genuflect, elfin features pinched in pain.
Nestling in a stooped stance close behind the FAWN original, Seah secures a tight chinlock while driving a knee forward between the blonde’s shoulderblades. Sin compels Kylie into a pained arch.
Sanders tries to pry free from the chinlock. The Little Dragon’s grip is broken, but it quickly becomes obvious it was voluntary when her palms surround Sanders’ wrists. The Invader draws the ivory wings of the Hawkeye behind her. Sin raises her right leg, placing a boot behind Sanders’ noggin and Kylie’s hazel eyes widen, knowing what the Korean has in mind.
Seah doesn’t make her wait long. Thrusting her leg forward while releasing her grips, she PLANTS Sanders’ face into the thinly sheathed floorboards with a cruel curbstomp that has Kylie grasping at her beak with both hands. The blonde rolls to her back, boot soles pounding on the canvas.
Distracted by her bruised nose, Ky doesn’t notice as Seah sidles beside, her back to the Pixie. The acrobatic Dragon leaps into a backflip, the standing moonsault perfectly placed to splash her midriff across the open alabaster tummy of the reborn Girl Scout.
Kylie jackknifes under the splashing impact of the Invader then melts to horizontal. Seah scoops the far leg of her foe, pressing tight in her crossbody pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Kylie kicks loose from the pinning predicament, flopping to her side, one hand to her throbbing proboscis, one arm wrapped around her bruised belly.
On the outside, a proud Reiko turns to the crowd and points behind her.
“Your Corps is no match for the skill and power of our Invasion.”
Kylie’s supporters beg to differ, loudly, and a rhythmic clap draws Ky up to one knee where Sin takes over, forcing Sanders up the rest of the way and into a side headlock. Ky’s hands move to Seah’s hips and she shoves the smaller fighter off, Sin using the momentum to race to the ropes in front of her.
Kylie is close behind, ready to lift a knee into the chin of the Korean when she u-turns out of the cables. But Korean Air hops to the middle rope while grabbing the top and back flips over the startled Sanders, landing behind the Hawkeye.
When the Pixie spins to find her foe, it’s Seah who leaps into a high knee attack, cracking Ky in the chin and sending her sprawling into the ropes, Kylie throwing arms over the top strand. As Ky tries to clear the glaze from her eyes, Seah takes off for the far ropes and rebounds at full speed. The FAWNatics try to transfer energy to their favorite but a leaping Dragon NAILS Kylie in the chin with a flawless dropkick the sends the Pleasant Valley Princess cartwheeling over the cables, smashing against the apron before tumbling to the floor in a black-n-gold heap.
The stubborn Sanders slowly pushes toward vertical several steps back from ringside, trying to regain her bearings after a painfully slow start. But the Invader is giving no quarter. She slips through the ropes and surges down the apron on the outside. As Ky turns toward her, Sin takes to the air, her golden-skinned legs leading the way. Seah clamps the lower limbs around the temples of the Platinum Pixie and ranas Kylie to the thinly-padded cement, Sanders front flipping to a meaty THWACK against the concrete.
Kylie arches in anguish, reaching for her lower spine while a grinning Sin kips to her feet and plays to the crowd.
“This is no sneak attack,” she rightly shouts to the jeers from the front row. “Your pathetic commander is being driven from the field. She cannot stand against the Dragon.”
It’s difficult for the Corps to argue the point as Seah instantly seized control and has never let it loose. They boo the Korean relentlessly nevertheless, the volume growing when Sin peels the reeling Kylie off the arena floor, only to knock her back down with an echoing judo chop to the chest that leaves their battered heroine staring into the rafters, eyes half-lidded from the beatdown Seah’s inflicting.
With the count rising from Castle, the Korean is forced to slow her momentum long enough to roll back into the ring. Instead of proceeding immediately out, she pushes to her feet and grabs Castle by the lapels, turning him away to discuss the finer points or origami in her mother tongue.
Nick does his best to follow Sin’s monologue and, in so doing, completely misses Reiko circling around the outside. The Japanese grappler closes on a rising Sanders and hurdles into a nasty thrust kick that nearly removes Ky’s head from her shoulders.
Side Thrust Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=CpJf_bsG6oQ )
Grabbing the flattened Hawkeye by the ears, the snarling Asian rips a dazed Kylie off the floor and stuffs her back into the ring, Ky rolling to a stop a few feet behind a clueless Castle.
Working together impeccably, it’s Sin’s turn to peel a ravaged Sanders from horizontal. The Korean pivots from the swaying Platinum Pixie. She swings a would-be concussive spinning back fist toward a bull’s eye between the Iowan’s hazel peepers, but Ky ducks beneath.
Ending in Seah’s six o’clock, Kylie pulls the smaller grappler tight with a bearhug from behind. With a loud grunt of effort, the Pixie launches Seah up-n-over with a Release German Suplex, the Little Dragon crashing and burning on the back of her skull and shoulders. The crowd roars to its feet as an angry Ohno slaps the mat, the match, at last, not going according to the Invaders’ master plan.
Release German Suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBfdRmREYBE ) :06
After unfolding from her awful matchbook landing, Seah sprawls face down. A spent Ky responds to the pleas of her followers, pushing through the pain and fatigue to use the crown of her head to shove Seah to her back and collapse across the starfished Korean for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sin thrusts a shoulder up to the groan of the Hawkeye’s faithful Corps. On her haunches next to Seah, a sweat-soaked Pixie sweeps all ten digits through her platinum bob, knowing she must pluck the wings of the Dragon if she’s going to grab the ‘W’ and the long-awaited break-even career mark.
Sanders rolls Sin to her chest and mounts her foe in a seated, forward-facing straddle, cheeks plopping down atop the base of the featherweight’s spinal column. Reaching forward, the Platinum Pixie slips her arms under and around the golden-skinned limbs of the Invader. She laces her fingers behind the neck of a squirming Seah. Full nelson secured, Kylie’s perfect pearlies clench as she reels back on the Korean, sending Sin’s backbone in a painful arch that continues to grow.
Leaning far enough her hazel eyes are pointed to the lights above, Sanders has Seah’s face steered in the same direction with her Full Nelson version of the Camel Clutch. Sin bites her lower lip, then gives into the pain, yelping in anguish.
Full Nelson Camel Clutch ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdcKWP83Rho ) :05
But when Castle hovers above and asks if the Invader wants to relinquish, she refuses to address the question of surrender. Instead, from the sidelines, Reiko assures Nick there’s nothing the gaijin can do to break the Little Dragon.
Apparently taking Ohno at her word, the Pixie unfastens her Clutch, Seah sighing as her frame falls to horizontal against the canvas, Sin reaching for her lower vertebrae to assuage the pain. Sanders scurries to the nearest corner and pops to the middle ropes, turning to face her target. A sprinting Reiko charges down the length of the ring to send the PVP tumbling, but Ky launches too quickly. Kylie lands in a double stomp to the end of the Korean’s backbone, Seah howling from the continued attack to her spine.
But Kylie isn’t done. She positions herself in a standing straddle of the same pressure point. This time the FAWN original points toward Seah’s boots. Dipping, she collects the Dragon’s shins and pulls the Invader into a different verse of the same song, torturing Sin’s spine with a Boston Crab.
Boston Crab ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGap0BNU_2A )
The old hand dips into a low crouch, the better to curve the backbone of the Korean. And again, Seah is wailing in agony as the vet continues to take apart her back, vertebra by vertebra.
Castle drops to a knee in front of the misty-eyed Dragon, Nick promising to make it better if Sin just says the magic words ‘I quit’. But Seah spits a curse in her native tongue, shaking her head as Reiko commands her partner to never surrender to such an inferior foe.
“Are you sure?” Ky asks, dropping further in her own arch so the crown of her head touches the same of adversary, bending the back of the Invader to a seemingly unbearable bow. But Seah persists until Kylie cramps from the effort she’s putting in to finish the Invader. Sanders lets her foe’s slender, sinewy legs drop to the canvas and dismounts, shaking out her arms and legs.
She walks to AI’s corner and kicks at the bottom rope, sending a startled Reiko back a step, the Japanese grappler complaining to Castle about keeping the gaijin in line.
Kylie chuckles and turns her attention back to Sin, the Little Dragon having taken Ky’s recovery time to get a little of her own.
Up to one knee, she sweeps the Pixie’s legs out from under her when Sanders gets close. Seah tries to dive atop Kylie in a schoolgirl pin to fire away with backhand chops and overhand slaps. But coming up between Ky’s ivory stems, she only gets her head and shoulders through before Sanders closes down in a scissors. The blonde grabs a wrist and tries to maneuver Seah into a triangle choke, attempting to evoke an unconditional surrender from the Invader.
Thinking quickly, Sin pushes her smaller body forward before Sanders can properly settle and rolls the reborn Girl Scout onto her shoulders, matchbooking the squirming Kylie for…
ONE…
TWO…
The Hawkeye releases her grip and scissors to flop to her side and break the count. The Pixie scrambles to her feet a tick ahead of her opponent and skewers the Dragon with a toe kick to the golden tummy of the Invader, doubling the wide-eyed Sin.
Grabbing Seah by her dark, ponytailed locks, Ky drops to her backside and PLANTS Sin to the deck with a Sit-out facebuster. Seah’s forehead THUNKS off the thinly-sheathed floorboards in violent fashion, Sin absently flopping to her back from the force of the impact.
Sit-out facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tomRsejZZCY&t=31s ) 1:01
With her Corps roaring, Ky dives atop Sin in a crossbody pin. She hooks the far leg for insurance while Nick drops to the mat next to the warriors and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Seah won’t allow the invasion to end without victory, kicking out of the predicament and rolling to her chest.
Sanders shakes her head in disappointment then watches with a combination of frustration and admiration as the Little Dragon pushes to hands and knees and heads for the ropes nearest her fellow Invader. Ky pushes to her feet and raises her right boot to stomp Seah flat to the deck. But before she can batter Sin’s spine once more, the Korean spins to a seated position and catches Kylie’s leg around the ankle with both hands before it hits home.
With a concerned Kylie left hopping on her remaining planted stem, a snarling Seah scoots to her feet, lifting the blonde’s limb high. With Seah throwing the captured leg at its owner like a pendulum, Sanders’ plant foot is ripped off its moorings by the momentum of her opposite leg and she face and chest-plants into the mat, silencing what has been an uproarious crowd.
The effort from the Invader seems to take all her reserves as Seah ends on her haunches next to the face-down Sanders. It’s the Pixie’s turn to reach all fours before Sin can fully take advantage. Ky rattles her braincase to shift her senses back into place, when Seah sidles alongside, recreating a collegiate wrestling ‘down position’ with Sin in control.
Relying on her Iowa instincts, the former Hawk, who’s been mentioned as potential future staff for Division I’s first women’s collegiate wrestling team, her home-state Hawkeyes, Ky sits out and spins around the gobsmacked Korean grappler, collecting the reversal. The blonde drives Seah down into the mat, grinding her flawless features into the abrasive canvas. Ky flips Sin onto her back and collects the collegiate pin.
Fortunately for the Invader, FAWN and the rest of the professional ranks require three slaps of the mat, not one, and the Dragon breaks free before the required count. She scrambles to her feet, Kylie doing likewise beside her.
Sanders reaches for control, but Seah responds with a knee lift to the alabaster midriff of the Pixie, doubling Ky over, Sanders with a deep groan, eyes bugging.
Sin’s ruby-tipped talons move to the lowered face of her fellow combatant and Seah rakes them across the hazel eyes of the Hawkeye. Kylie squeals in pain, turning and rubbing furiously at her peepers while the Corps rain jeers down on the contemptible Invader.
As a delighted Reiko chuckles from the sidelines, Seah drives a toe kick deep into the solar plexus of the blinded Pixie then delivers a double axhandle blow to the spine of the bent Sanders, returning a small portion of the abuse she’d received to her back.
Ky staggers away, arched in anguish, face pinched in pain, with a hungry Dragon stalking her from the Pixie’s blind spot.
Seah slinks closer as Kylie’s Corps shouts a warning, the alarm growing in volume when Sin clenches her right hand in a manner that her thumb sticks wide and to the side. The Korean drives it into the blonde’s neck, the nerve strike entering just below and behind Ky’s right ear.
Sanders’ eyelids begin fluttering manically, her legs turning to jelly. And as the Invader keeps her thumb deeply inserted, drool begins dripping over Kylie’s bottom lip, the Pixie’s mouth agape, eyes crossing.
There have been rumors of a new weapon added to Sin’s arsenal and it seems this is indeed the ballyhooed Dragon’s Tooth.
The flaccid Hawkeye seems close to full shutdown when her sagging right arm falls over the middle rope and she’s able to tumble through, falling to the apron’s edge, then rolling to a meaty THWACK on the thinly-padded cement of the arena floor.
A furious and frustrated Seah stomps the canvas above her foe, damning the gaijin’s luck that’s taken Sanders out of her grasp. Motioning to AI’s resident ninja, Sin calls for Reiko to return Kylie to the ring so she can finish the job on the FAWN original.
Ohno strides around the ring, ignoring Castle’s calls for fair play.
“Don’t worry,” she shouts back, “I’m not going in the ring.”
A stubborn Ky is up, if on unsteady feet, when the Japanese grappler arrives. Unaware of the uninvited guest, Sanders staggers away from the steel barricade separating combatants and spectators and toward the approaching Reiko when Ohno twirls into a Spinning Heel Kick, nearly removing Kylie’s head from her shoulders.
Spinning Heel Kick ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TvvS_y4oos&t=3s )
The besieged defender falls against the two-pronged attack of the Invasion, laid waste in a wide starfish at the Invader’s feet, barely clinging to consciousness.
A smirking Reiko presses her palms together and bows to the crowd, loving every moment of the ear-splitting jeers raining down upon her. She motions for more and the FAWNatics respond with every decibel of displeasure they can deliver.
Inside, an agitated Seah calls to her partner, Sin having a difficult time reaching over the volume of the Corps. Finally gaining Reiko’s attention, Seah angrily instructs her fellow Invader to toss Sanders back in the squared circle for the grand finale. Somewhat sheepishly, Ohno scrapes Ky off the deck and stuffs the Platinum Pixie in under the bottom rope.
The end of Kylie’s inopportune roll puts her several steps from a nearby corner and the Little Dragon is quickly climbing to a perch above the waylaid blonde. Seah turns to face her forlorn target, raising her arms high and wide to signal imminent take off. Dropping to a crouch, the Asian high-flyer soars beautifully through a Shooting Star Press, her body poised post-flip to CRUSH Kylie’s open midriff in a splash landing.
Shooting Star Press ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSWeX18Wf1E ) :30
But Sanders digs deep and gets her knees up, impaling Sin, the landing a gruesome one. A wincing Reiko turns from the carnage, Seah flopping away from the impact spastically, swaddling her tummy with both arms as she retches in anguish.
A few feet distant, Ky blinks enough of her wits into place to reach one knee, where she draws in deep breaths, places Ohno’s position and Sin’s condition, and wearily shoves to her feet.
“I’m gettin’ too old for this,” Kylie jokes with Castle.
“You and me both,” he responds.
Sanders uses the man to pull to her feet, offering Nick a joking ‘thanks’. She moves to a gurgling, breathless Dragon, working hard to pull her gutted foe to stooped feet.
Dipping, Kylie swings an arm between her adversary’s legs and ‘hups’ the smaller woman across her shoulders, the Pixie strapping Sin down with a Fireman’s Carry.
“Let’s see if we can’t teach you a little more about keeping your feet on the ground,” Ky advises.
To the amazement of the crowd, the Hawkeye starts to rotate, slow at first but then more speedily, testing her balance and Seah’s ability to contain any contents of her stomach.
As the Airplane Spin reaches its full RPM, the Korean is stretched to full length, the propellor to Kylie’s engine. After more than a half dozen whirls, Kylie presses the diminutive Dragon off her shoulders for a solo flight. Sin makes another full rotation on her own before CRASHING to the canvas chest-first.
The thump of body to mat puts a smile on the otherwise seasick features of the flatlander, Ky clearly enjoying a trip to old school a lot more than a dazed and debilitated Seah.
As Sanders takes a serpentine trip to Sin, a worried Reiko leaps to the apron, drawing the Hawkeye’s attention away from her faltering partner. The Pixie makes a u-turn and heads for the badgering ninja. As she closes with Ohno, Reiko drops to the floor, turning to face the crowd and pointing at her temple, letting everyone know she’s the top field general in this war.
Unfortunately for Ohno, her tactics leave something to be desired when she remains too close to the ring’s edge. Sanders dips between the top and middle ropes and latches onto Reiko’s raven mane. With the Invader howling, Ky yanks Ohno up to the apron by the hair. She moves her grip above the cables, spinning Reiko to face her and collecting the ninja in a front facelock.
Ky pops her hips and, despite Castle’s pleading, brings Reiko in the hard way, with a vertical suplex. Landing heavily on her spine, Reiko arches in pain as Kylie slips through the ropes to the outside. Turning to face the interloper, Sanders grabs the middle ropes with both hands.
“You want to be a part of this war, bring it to the battlefield.”
As Reiko turns to Kylie’s voice, the Platinum Pixie hurls herself through the strands and SPEARS THE HOLY HELL out of the joshi.
Spear through the ropes ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5jXB_5SWTM )
It’s Reiko’s turn to feel the roiling abdomen from a PVP attack. With Castle’s guidance, Ohno rolls breathlessly out of the ring, slopping to the floor when she reaches the edge.
As Ky pushes to her feet, the Corps is on full alert. A risen and recovered Sin has her ‘Tooth’ at the ready, stalking the Hawkeye. But as she deploys the spike strike, Kylie reaches over her shoulder, snatching Seah’s wrist before she can propel the thumb into Kylie’s nerve bundle.
Instead, Sanders sends Sin flying toward a neutral corner with a judo throw. The Korean deftly uses the momentum to hop back to her feet after the impact. Seah pops to a stance on the middle ropes and blindly leaps into a twisting crossbody.
But Ky’s followed her foe in and turns so the Korean’s landing is across her shoulders, Seah instantly captured in a telltale Fireman’s Carry.
Before Sin has time to consider her fatal mistake, Kylie lays out to her left and POUNDS the smaller grappler to the deck with her illustrious Pleasant Valley Driver.
Pleasant Valley Driver ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=96YGwFdN9K8 ) :14
With picture perfect form, Kylie lands atop Seah, sandwiching the demolished Invader, a momentarily sympathetic groan emerging from the multitude.
The Corps roars as Kylie crawls to her splayed adversary, dropping tight across Sin’s chest and hooking the far leg, then rolling to her back to pull the devastated Seah into a tight cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
An exhausted Sanders releases Sin’s limb, the semiconscious Invader unfolding into a starfish. Kylie leans against the broken body of her foe.
Outside, Reiko rises to the demoralizing sight of the Pixie atop her Little Dragon. She slaps the canvas in frustration, the front row of the crowd giving her the business for her failed invasion.
Within the confines, Ky moves to a seated position next to the Korean, a slight grin emerging when the announcer makes things official.
“Your winner…by pinfall…the Platinum Pixie…Kylie Sanders!”
The Hawkeye stretches a hand to Castle. Ky’s long-time co-worker helps her up and raises her hand in victory in one smooth motion. The Corps pop hard for their leader, perhaps more so knowing Sanders finally reached the elusive .500 career mark and though, in the sunset of her career, there is hope there is still much to accomplish.
The celebration is short-lived. Having entered in a fashion matching her moniker, the ninja NAILS Kylie in the back of the skull with a forearm shiver, sending the blonde crashing to the deck.
Cradling her head, Ky rolls to her back and instantly Ohno is upon her to the reverberating boos of the crowd.
Reiko plucks Kylie’s legs off the canvas and crosses them in a figure-four. The Yokohama native turns Sanders to her chest and into a Scorpion Crosslock then adds her own special joshi touch to increase the agony, securing double underhooks and lifting Kylie’s ivory torso off the canvas, placing incredible pressure on the Pixie’s back in addition to her legs.
Ohno Not That ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=KH-huuE941E ) :18
Nick pleads with Reiko to release but he’s shoved aside by a recovering Seah.
A howling Sanders pleads for release, tapping as best she can. That’s put to a stop when a furious Sin hits the ropes, returns and RAMS a boot sole into Ky’s temple, knocking the Pixie out of Reiko’s grasp but also knocking her senseless.
On auto pilot, the dogged Sanders pushes to her knees, but the perseverance only provides the opportunity for the Little Dragon to cartwheel to an overturned head scissors on the Pixie. Seah then spins to the canvas, laying out and SPIKING Kylie’s face into the deck.
Headscissors facebuster ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4BlzvTovd0 )
The shattered victor flops to her back out cold. However, it seems the Asian Invasion isn’t nearly done, apparently planning to end the Pleasant Valley Princess for good.
That worrying intent becomes all too real for the loyal Corps members when a vindictive Reiko goes to the nearest corner and tears off the padding of the top turnbuckle. An ominous hush takes over the crowd as the cold steel gleams under the arena's lights. Seah grabs the straps of the unconscious Kylie's top, pulls her to a slumped seat and screams into her slack face "A time-tested method of invasion, is to take the heads of the conquered land’s false idols!"
Seah pulls Kylie into a loose standing headscissors as Reiko clues in the worried FAWNatics by violently drawing a thumb across her throat before helping lift the unresisting Pixie’s form up Seah’s body into the Powerbomb position… cries for security or anyone fill the air, as Sanders is about to be hurt!
Someone jumps the guardrail! It looks like a fan is taking matters into her own hands. A short woman in jeans, wearing an old Special K hoodie with the hood pulled up tight charges into the ring like she’s saving her baby! The Invaders think the uproar is the cattle begging for mercy, so the Running Chop Block the stranger blasts into the back of Seah’s leg catches them completely by surprise!
“AAAH!”
Firecrackers explode in Sin’s knee and her form crumples. She falls to the canvas and instantly gets squashed by Kylie’s limp body, the Pixie’s ass to the Invader’s chest.
Reiko overcomes the shock and lunges at the interloper, grabbing her. A catty clawfest erupts as the women tear at each other’s clothes! Reiko swipes at the fan’s eyes but the woman tilts her head at the last moment and avoids the rake. Still, Reiko’s nails catch the trespasser’s hood forcing it off.
It’s the Kylie Corps Number One member (and possibly stalker) Cassava Onika!
Cassava Onika
Ohno seems even more incensed now that their attacker is revealed as the simpering fool that chose Sanders as her heroine.
“How dare you attack TheOOughh!!”
Moving with such speed it’s like she skipped frames of animation, Cassava stomps forward with a punch that threatens to pierce Ohno’s sternum and come out the other side. You know when Cassava switches to striking you done fucked up.
Ou-Zuki www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUqmDexARh8
Reiko’s stems go rubbery as she back peddles from the blow. She lets out hoarse gasps as she struggles to breathe.
Her anger nowhere near sated, Cassava grabs Reiko’s wrist and Irish Whips half of the Invaders to the ropes, snarling “Get away from her, you bitches!”
Reiko, suffering heart palpitations, manages to turn and face away from the ropes as she hits them. Ohno rebounds into a Hip Attack to the face from Cassava!
With Reiko knocked down by some high-quality Cake, Seah struggles to get a still snoozing Kylie off her person.
Cassava breaks into a sprint to the far cables and rebounds, trying to break the sound barrier, and maybe Reiko’s nose judging by the next Hip Attack Cassava slams her with as soon as the Japanese wrestler struggles to vertical.
Reiko’s knocked into a matchbook and then some. But she acrobatically back rolls onto her feet with fists clenched, still determined to get a clean hit on the fat bottomed-girl.
Cassava hits her with a third Running Hip Attack! Reiko’s knocked awkwardly through the ropes, careening off the apron to a painful THWACK against the arena floor nearest the ramp.
HIP ATTACK 303- TRIPLE BARREL
youtu.be/bN37j1pucoM?list=PLeRPsdtvusXikFAlFp0SFvMOT6E8kSips&t=41
Deeper in the ring, Seah finally shoves free of Sanders’ limp body, pushing off the mat to deal with The Superfan.
All the jostling from the Korean stirs the winner of the match to a semi-awake state. Kylie blinks and groans as she labours to all fours, only aware winning should feel better than this.
Seah sees her partner getting booty-bumped out of the squared circle and takes extreme umbrage. She charges and puts Onika on her heels with a forearm to the jaw then starts putting some red on The BMD’s chest with a torrent of Overhand Chops.
“We’re dealing with your pathetic excuse for a leader! Wait your turn!”
Onika’s rack suffers terribly at the near-Bloodwind level chop cycle. A yelping Cassava gets backed to the ropes where Seah halts the overhands and rears back to give Cassava a shiner.
But the dyed blonde moves first. She catches Seah with a dagger strike to the throat that has the Invader gagging and clutching at her neck. Then Cassava moves close, lowering and encircling with her arms, taking Sin in a rib-cracking hug. Onika quickly raises and spikes Sin’s crotch on a posted knee.
Inverted Atomic Drop www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvPiJuHNMfE
The Milk Chocolate Mauler is practically spitting with rage in Seah’s pained face at the near blasphemy being spewed.
“Kylie leads the Corps because she’s the perfect wrestler and woman! You should know given she just beat you!”
Cassava lifts Seah off her knee and turns around so she can shove the wobbly-legged Invader against the ropes. The BMD champ crouches to hip blast Seah to next week on her return when Kylie streaks past and CRASHES a clothesline across Sin’s clavicle, sending her flipping over the top cable!
In a mixed sort of luck, Reiko’s about to reenter and acts as a cushion for her partner, softening Seah’s landing but leaving them a writhing pile on the concrete.
“SEE! Grit! Tenacity! Something you wouldn’t know about!”
A bouncing Cassava exalts in Kylie’s amazing show of heart and endurance, empathetically pointing at the Platinum Pixie as Ky falls to her knees and leans against the ropes, her head still swirling from that after-match punt.
The Invaders regroup but decide to right this injustice another day. Supporting each other as they retreat up the ramp, Reiko beats at her and Seah’s chest, screaming back at the inglorious girl scouts.
“You think you’re something special?! You think you’re a team that can stop our Invasion?! Then you’ll face us in the ring next PPV! No tricks or sneak attacks for you to hide behind!”
Cassava’s about to accept the challenge with a gleeful shout when she bites her tongue. She looks at the back of Kylie’s head as the veteran pulls on the cables to stand and approaches respectfully.
“I know I failed you last time, but if you give me a chance…”
“You want us!” Kylie yells at the women who’ve been cheapshotting her all night, slumped in pain and doused in sweat. “You got us! And we’ll send you packing to wherever Yuko and Sayuki ended up!’
Seah screams the last word in this duel of egos as they disappear in the curtains.
“Tonight was a delayed execution! You’ll burn in my fire next match!”
“We’ll see about that…” Kylie mutters to herself as she wipes perspiration from her eyes with the back of her hand. The victor of the match is about to thank whomever came to her aid when she’s nearly bowled over from behind, trapped in an almost too-tight squeeze, the curvy woman pressing into her back with what experience tells Kylie is a pair of juggs that could smother her for days on end.
“This is gonna be amazing!” Cassava chitters excitedly in Kylie’s ear. ”Saving you and then tagging with you crosses two things on my list of lifelong goals! We’re gonna kick their asses, Miss Sanders.”
The stupefied Kylie turns and stares with eyebrows raised. Until now, the Platinum Pixie was unaware of who helped her and did not expect it to be the Buns of Mass Destruction champion.
They’ve had very little contact and all was in the Pixie’s Vanilla Chill days. Truthfully, after she berated The Superfan in their last meeting when Cassava failed to ‘defend her honour’ against her former attack dog Jasmine Washington, Kylie hadn’t given the curvy tribute act a single thought.
She felt guilty about that… but the manic glee in Cassava’s eyes that eerily reminds her of Violyt Goodheart tells Kylie maybe that distance was for the best.
Unfortunately, she can’t back out of this now and she’s stuck with this active hand grenade of a partner.
“Yeah…” Kylie says weakly as she smiles and nods with Onika’s blazing optimism, “We sure will…”