Post by alyadmirer on Mar 14, 2016 21:45:03 GMT
Enthusiasm from the FAWNatics was always easy to come by at a PPV, each night a chance to forge a path into the future and an optimism that could not be quenched. The battles that had already taken place tonight only added further fuel to the fire and now, with the blood well and truly pumping, they were more than ready to witness more.
Just as they were ready to welcome the arrival of one of FAWN’s most enduring anomalies, the Maiden of Mystery who refused to wear a Mask. So little was known about the Girl Called Liberty, her identity remaining a secret and whereabouts between contests a puzzle, and yet rumours continued to persist. Some were more outlandish than many others, and yet each of them had their backers, and as the years clocked by, the fog showed no sign of clearing.
Truthfully, each FAWNatic had their version of her true identity, and while she remained the embodiment of Wrestling’s ‘Mom, Baseball and Apple Pie’, they were willing to allow the fiction to remain in place.
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LADY LIBERTY
All such speculation was ultimately without importance as, within a moment, many of the FAWNatics, all of them in question undoubtedly proud Americans, rose to their feet and applauded from that first, triumphantly upbeat note. Lady Liberty emerged out from behind the curtains and into sight mere moments later, the spotlights zeroing in to her immediate location as she smiled without hesitation, blue eyes like sapphire and curls spun from gold. She stood with one foot crossed lightly and slightly in front the other and one hand placed upon her curvy hip as she saluted crisply with the other, the actions repeated across the arena, the young woman surely little older than being the teen and yet carrying herself with absolute assurance. It was an unfaltering confidence that was spell binding and accompanied by a smile that was heart warming.
Salute delivered, the Girl of Every State began her journey down the aisle and towards the ring, reaching out and clasping offered hands to deliver a firm shake, pausing at quick intervals to engage in extremely short, yet much welcomed exchanges, the words spoken meant for those who were involved only. So much about her was an enigma, the Girl called Liberty, her true identity a mystery and her accent oddly lacking in any telling dictation and yet, somehow, combining many. She could have come from anywhere within America, and many here today dared to believe that she came from their home town.
About her sublimely athletic frame she wore the colours of her country, the American Flag snugly fitting about her every crowd pleasing curve. The sport’s top was white, the torch of liberty aflame across her bosom, sapphire bikini briefs decorated with a smattering of stars, gloves that reached her elbows a dazzling blue while her boots were a radiant red. She wore the colours of her nation with pride, without the merest hint of irony or cynicism, and it was impossible for the Patriotic FAWNatics in attendance to not love her for it.
Her pace was swift, measured and assured, her bearing steady and breathing controlled, the young woman stepping away from the adoring public and displaying her photogenic properties, the flash photography capturing her every movement as she waved to the applauding crowd and ascended the steel steps. She slipped into the ring between the top and middle ropes, ducking low and popping back up into a short series of practice stretches, nimbly preparing herself as she headed towards her corner, saluting once more before patiently, and politely waiting for the Official to confirm his satisfaction that she had not brought anything illegal with her into the coming contest.
There was the merest hint of hesitation then, as Lady looked back towards the curtains, a barely noticeable hint of uncertainty as she waited for her opponent. Somewhat unusually, Liberty found herself on the opposite end of an enigma, her opponent for the evening a mystery even to her. A professional to the core, Lady was prepared to accept the circumstances and was prepared to face what came and yet... the uncertainty was inevitably unsettling...
With the paragon of patriotism and virtue having had her well-welcomed arrival, the crowd waits impatiently for her rival, some guessing Polly Lockwood from the “POLLY SUCKS” chants that erupt in the otherwise still silence.
From nowhere, the plucking of a familiar set of Oriental strings courses over the crowd and immediately the assembled FAWNatics explode in a thunderous round of cacophonous boos and catcalls, though within them is a growing excitement. For though the Asian Invasion were among the most hated groups in the organization, their reappearance from across the Pacific could only mean a slews of great matches for them to enjoy.
It’s then that FAWN’s tiniest, most shrill and arguably most successful manager, Yuko Ogura, appears and the masses threaten to tear the roof off. Ogura looks over the FAWNatics with her familiar sneering disdain and some in the crowd smile to be under the thrall of the tiny, bitchy businesswoman once more.
As Yuko motions for the fans to bow in subservience, a Rising Sun flag supplants the FAWN logo on the FAWNitron, red sunbeams flowing out of the matching disc behind them. Ogura turns to greet the power of her organization, Matsumoto-san , the original and perhaps most dangerous Invader of all time appears, the volume of the hatred only increasing.
SAYUKI MATSUMOTO
Sayuki joins her leader and bows to her boss. Yuko nods in response and points toward the ring and her gaijin prey. As they make their way toward the squared circle, Ogura shrieks over the cantankerous crowd, demanding they show her champion the proper reverence. Halfway there, the announcer makes their arrival official.
“And her opponent, led to the ring by the leader of the Asian Invasion, Yuko Ogura; from Kobe Japan, Miss Ogura’s prized weapon…Sayuki Matsumoto!”
The curvy Asian is garbed in her familiar blood red bikini, the scant cloth leaving precious little of her hourglass figure to the imagination. Complementing the curves are white pads and boots, the pads bearing the red discs of her nation’s flag. Her raven hair is coiffed into two long pigtails.
Next to her, Ogura leaves many in the crowd buzzing at her cheeky ensemble. 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.
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Reaching the ring steps, Sayuki leads her boss up, Yuko directly behind, a protective hand on her charge’s right hip. Ogura offers instructions in the ladies’ mother tongue before Matsumoto-san slides between the ropes and joins her foe. Sayuki moves to the middle and bows to the crowd as her music fades, Yuko joining her with ‘stick’ in hand, the manager making sure the champ stays between her and Lady Liberty.
“We have returned,” Yuko says, pointing out the obvious to the great displeasure (and secret pleasure) of the fans. “We conquer you once and now it is time to invade and conquer a second time. We will destroy all in our path until we have not only tag gold, but my Sayuki has a championship to call her very own. And what better way than to demolish the embodiment of all you hold dear…your precious Lady Liberty.”
Sayuki bows to Ogura and when Yuko points at Lady Liberty there is no waiting for the bell. Matsumoto joins her hands together in a double axhandle and races toward the blonde, meaning to drive her head down so no neck remains between Lady Liberty’s head and shoulders.
No stranger to ‘Pearl Harbour’ attacks, the speed at which the Star Spangled Warrior overcame her trepidation was commendably swift, the bright blue eyes of the lithe Lightweight opening wide in surprise as the genuine Destroyer charged across the ring straight towards her. As a pair of powerful fists swung rapidly towards her noggin, Lady ducked quickly enough to evade the devastating impact and send her golden mane to swishing. With a step that was just as rapid, Liberty broke into a run, dashing towards the ring ropes opposite and preparing herself for battle.
As she arrived at her destination, Lady spun about at the last moment and all but threw herself into the coils, bouncing off them with enough force to turn her run into a sprint. Zeroing in on her new target, Liberty hurled her athletic frame into a sublime leap, spreading herself about to catch the far taller Sayuki with a daring Cross Body Splash!
The blonde CRASHES into the startled Matsumoto-san. But for those who had forgotten how strong the power behind Yuko's throne is, Sayuki only staggers back a few steps, propped by the cables behind her, and remains upright with a squirming patriot strapped across her chest.
Whilst nodding and grinning, Matsumoto strides to the centre of the ring, fighting off the Lady's efforts to slip loose. Reaching the middle, she starts to raise the sinewy blonde higher, ready to drop to one knee and throw Lady Liberty fiercely down upon bended knee so as to snap the vertebrae of the red-white-and blue obstacle with a backbreaker.
Up the American Dream went up, secure within the grasp of the powerful Invader, and as her efforts to wriggle free proved fruitless, no amount of kicking from her shapely stems securing freedom, she was brought back down far more swiftly! A dispiriting yelp escaped the lips of Liberty as her back was ruthlessly brought down across the posted knee of her new Rival, a fierce and painful spasm rattling her sleek body as her spine was bent forcibly into a brutally sharp curve. Every muscle in the young women tensed in the fraction of a moment and a vertebra or two POPPED!! before she slumped with a low groan.
Stunned momentarily by the intensity of the all too sudden agony, the Babyface Heroine couldn’t immediately bring herself to move, wracked across Sayuki’s knee for all to see before she finally shoved and rolled herself free. With a painful grimace, after flopping over onto her front, Liberty was none the less pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, Lady’s spirit demanding that she recover.
Matsumoto rises with a grin, having taken so much out of the gaijin so quickly. She steps atop the base of the Lady's spine while walking toward her corner where a pleased Yuko offers instructions, oddly enough in a calm voice.
Sayuki returns to the already aching tanned blonde and tugs her up to all fours. Matsumoto mounts her foe in a forward straddle, lifts her pear-shaped derriere and DRIVES into Liberty's spinal column, flattening her to the mat.
The blonde yips in pain and complains when the curvy Asian rips her up to vertical with a tight handful of her flaxen locks. Sayuki bullies the blonde to the ropes and exchanges her grip for a wrist. She Irish whips Lady Liberty to the far set of cables and strides to the middle, awaiting her return. When Liberty rebounds, Sayuki lowers into a slight crouch, ready to catch her target around the hips, lift high, pivot, and send Lady Liberty crashing to earth with a Spinebuster.
The All-American Girl however, much to the relief of the already concerned FAWNatics, was clearly not prepared to receive a second high impact collision to her spine so early in the contest. As she bounced off the ring ropes, Liberty ignored the throbbing of her back and once again took flight; albeit this time going low as opposed to high. Leading her off the canvas assault with both of her boots, Lady aimed a lightning dropkick directly for the giant Sayuki’s waiting knees!
Seeking high and receiving low, Sayuki isn't ready to protect against Lady Liberty's change of her plans. Liberty's dropkick crashes into Matsumoto's knees and takes her legs out from under her. Ending on those aching joints, Sayuki grimaces, reflexively reaching for the points of attack. She starts to get up but unbending her lower limbs is a painful process and she halts when up to one knee to compose for a moment for the next step up.
Whilst Liberty would like nothing more than to take a moment to compose herself as well, she knows to do so could well prove to be fatal. With Sayuki down, even if only onto one knee, the young blonde had to capitalise, the Star Spangled Grappler back onto her feet as quickly as her already aching back would allow, swinging her right arm upwards triumphantly to deliver an ‘All American’ Uppercut to her opponents waiting chin!
The lowered Sayuki presents an inviting target for the blonde. Pivoting, Liberty brings a looping, snapping shot under the Invader's chin. Matsumoto's head snaps back and her curvy body follows. The force sends a dazed Sayuki to her back, the crowd roaring at Lady Liberty's early success, Matsumoto perhaps showing a hangover from the bearhug beating she'd recently taken from Erika Eisenberg and the jet lag on the trip from Tokyo back to Orlando. A wide-eyd Matsumoto presses up on her palms and buttscoots toward the ropes behind her, holding up a plaintive hand.
After a moment’s hesitation, and certainly against the advice of the watching FAWNatics, the gold hearted core of America’s Sweetheart won out and, with Sayuki requesting mercy in such a doe eyed fasion, Lady could not refuse her. Stepping backwards, Liberty made room from the much taller women, granting her an opportunity to recover in the ropes whilst she herself made ready...
Yuko throws in a belated demand the Lady keep back and Liberty shrugs, indicating she already is. Sayuki uses the opportunity and the cables to pull herself up, keeping a close eye on the star-spangled heroine. She massages her jaw for a moment until both the referee and Yuko demand she move out of the ropes, Ogura adding an order to destroy Lady Liberty. Sayuki nods and launches herself out of the ropes, charging the blonde, keeping things very simple by heading directly at her, trying to knock her over with a shoulder block, hopefully returning the order to this match.
The Star Spangled Beauty, having waited patiently, all the while exercising every ounce of her will to resist the powerful urge to cradle her own, aching back, was determined to not be caught flat footed twice in one evening. As Sayuki began to run, so did Liberty, sprinting across the canvas until the last moment when she suddenly dropped, attempting to tangle her athletic stems about Matsumoto’s powerful legs into a Drop Toe Hold Takedown!
With the Invader perhaps overly aggressive, the low road again works for Lady Liberty. She tangles Sayuki's stems and Matsumoto-san tumbles over like fallen timber, landing on her face and considerable chest. Sayuki squeaks in pain, holding her nose with both hands.
From the sidelines, Yuko shrieks her displeasure, threatening to enter the ring and take care of Lady Liberty herself. Noticeably she says it in English, the words perhaps meant more for Lady Liberty than Sayuki. Yuko leaps to the apron to add further emphasis, pointing and complaining but quickly dropping down when Lady Liberty throws a glance in her direction.
As utterly unwavering as Lady’s moral compass forever was, it was perhaps unsurprising that Yuko’s persistent tirades had hit a nerve. Ensuring that the meeping Matsumoto wasn’t going anywhere quickly, the Golden Curled Darling made the short journey over to Ogura, leaning against the top rope just enough to make a point to the backtracking Manager of the Asian Invasion. “If you can’t say anything nice,” Liberty scolded without raising her tone, “don’t say anything at all. Better yet,” Lady adjusted her posture, turning about just enough to sit her pert rear end down onto the middle rope as she lifted the top, a clear invitation if there ever was one.
“If you think that you can do better, feel free to step in...”
Instead, Yuko turns to the official. "She is threatening me. I demand disqualification."
The official shakes his head whimsically. "Uhh...no," is his only verbal response, until he adds "Stay off the apron."
Yuko fumes, hopping into the air and stomping her feet, looking absolutely livid.
Her fit gives time for Sayuki to reach her feet, clearing her dark eyes, and focusing them on Lady Liberty. Never much for the joshi way, Matsumoto, always considered the most "American" of the Invasion for her straightforward power style, again charges like a Kobe bull toward the slightly turned Lady. Lacing her fingers, she raises her joined fists overhead and hustles toward her blonde foe, planning on thumping her axhandle into the back of Lady Liberty's skull.
This time, with the well meaning Girl of Every State suitably distracted, even the cries of warning from the FAWNatics can’t prevent the second attempt at a Pearl Harbour assault from succeeding. With her blow landing true, the golden curled noggin of Liberty snapped forwards with a grunt escaping her shocked lips, the rest of her athletically carved frame whiplashing forwards a moment after only for the top rope to catch her. With the coil taking her weight to begin with, it snapped taunt quickly enough, spring boarding the Lady backwards and right towards waiting Sayuki...
Matsumoto surrounds the midriff of the blonde, pulling her into a tight bearhug from behind. She lifts the Lady off the canvas as she leans back, drawing a breathless gasp from the star-spangled good girl. With Liberty's legs stretching and flailing for the canvas, Sayuki carries her to mid-ring before dropping to one knee and impaling the Lady's crotch in brutal fashion with a nasty Atomic Drop.
Lady Liberty hops to her tiptoes, hands shooting between her thighs from the attack. She stumbles in a painful semi-circle around and back to the waiting Matsumoto who dips to launch and pivot with the lifted Lady and complete the much overdue Spinebuster.
There was to be no escape from the impact this time for Liberty, not with her ruthlessly compressed ribs also now aching and pain spasming between her hips. There was a low moan on her lips as the far more powerful Sayuki grasped the Blue Eyed Wonder by her firm thighs and launched her skywards, the already dazed blonde further disorientated by the sharp one eighty spiral that proceeded her all too rapid descent back to earth. The fresh cry that escaped her lithe body was louder than it had been before when she was SMASHED into the canvas across her shoulders and back. She bounced a good two inches before settling, breathing heavily as she struggled to recover, the Star Spangled Warrior splayed out with her stems bent up at the knees, her position reset in favour of the Invasion.
On the outside, Yuko claps excitedly, nodding and turning to the FAWNatics. "There is your hero. Conquered by my Matsumoto-san."
Inside, Sayuki covers with a full body-to-body pin for...
ONE!
TWO!!
...and the Lady struggles out from beneath, rolling to her side.
A frustrated Sayuki pulls Liberty to her back and climbs aboard in a front-facing straddle of the blonde's waist. Sitting on the Lady's midriff, Matsumoto fashions her fingers into claws and bares them over the pert bosom of the dazed Lady.
"You hurt now," Sayuki informs and moves her flexing fingers toward Lady Liberty's breasts, ready to squeeze the stars, ripping and tearing until she had her fill of torturing the gaijin.
The initial howl that emerged from Liberty was involuntarily as Matsumoto went to work, digging her claws deep and grinding. No amount of resolve could have prevented it from happening, as the blonde beauty lay prone on her back and defenceless, far lighter than the Amazon who had opted to mount her and pin her to the canvas in the most vindictive of fashions. Just as no amount of resolve could fully quench the moans that persisted thereafter, pained groans pushing their way past the girls lips, the American Dream finally managing to grasp her attackers wrists and attempting to pry them away as her eyelids fluttered half closed, the heels of her boots scraping back and forth across the smooth mat with only the slimmest hope of finding sufficient purchase to roll free.
Despite Sayuki's size advantage, the Lady's motivation is significant and her wild twists and turns at least work her out from under Matsumoto, both women ending on their sides, Sayuki on her right, Lady on her left. Her attempt at a pin gone, Sayuki takes out her frustrations by squeezing Liberty's breasts relentlessly. Or she would have if the surprising strength in Lady Liberty helps pry her free of the double claws. Sayuki is in disbelief as her arms shake, spread by the star-spangled beauty, removed from her targets. With Yuko spitting fire on the sidelines, Sayuki decides to halt Lady Liberty's success the only way she can manage at the moment, with a headbutt to the bridge of her foe's nose.
Following the dull yet loud THUNK of bone connecting with bone, Lady recoiled from yet another solid collision to her golden curled noggin. With her bright peepers fluttering, she retained enough wit to roll with the impact, tumbling arm over arm until she felt the reassuring presence of the ringpost. Fluttering her eyelids back open, a determined, if pained sigh escaped the Babyface Heroine, finding security in the ring ropes as she started to pull herself upwards.
The curvy Asian pushes to her feet, turning to the familiar orders of her businesswoman/general. In slightly less screechy tones, Yuko directs her most powerful weapon to pursue the retreating American icon. Striding after Lady Liberty, Matsumoto reaches her as the patriot struggles to her feet with the help of the cables. Grabbing a wrist, she turns the befuddled blonde away from the buckles with a tug and aims her at the opposite corner.
"You go now," Sayuki imparts, Irish whipping her foe on her way across the canvas. The Invader waits a tick or two before starting on her bouncy sprint across the canvas after the Lady, planning on leaping into a tidal wave of Invader flesh atop a cornered Liberty.
At the last moment, Liberty was able to turn herself about, avoiding a savage collision with the turnbuckles across her already mauled bosom and, instead, braced for the impact across her shoulders. A great GUFF of air escaped her body regardless, the impact shaking her from head to toe, while a considerable show of determination kept the defiant blonde upright instead of collapsing.
Unfortunately for the All-American girl, the Invader possessed no intention of stopping, all of her Amazonian physique all but CRUSHING!! the Lightweight blonde between a hardbody and post. The painfully compressed Lady recoiled as best she could as a loud and breathy GRUNT!! escaped her stunning body, followed by a long a low groan as the triumphant Sayuki shoved away, leaving her victim quivering in the corner. With her firm thighs shivering, the dull eyed, Star Spangled Grappler could not keep herself upright for even a moment longer, her descent to the canvas only halted as her pert buttocks came to rest upon the middle turnbuckle.
Sayuki closes in on the seated blonde and rattles Liberty's cage with some fisticuffs. Not your normal Japanese wrestler, Sayuki often looked more gaijin in her approach than joshi and she proves it by slugging away until the pounded Lady takes a seat on the canvas rather than the buckle. With Liberty lowered, Matsumoto-san jogs to the opposite side of the squared circle, her curvy frame bouncing in pleasing fashion to those in the front rows. Once there, she spins and sprints toward the Lady, lifting off from a few feet away with legs extended, hoping to bust Liberty and her bronco with some slams of undercarriage to chest and face.
With bright blue peepers starry eyed and unfocused, it was perhaps a combination of the squeaky taunts being whispered into her ear at ringside, and the supportive clapping of the desperate FAWNatics that compelled America’s Sweetheart to try and return to upright. With her ears ringing and temple throbbing following several full knuckled blows to her unprotected, golden curled noggin, Lady grasped the ropes and began to pull, her firm buttocks managing to lift a clear two inches back off the canvas before the returning Sayuki rendered all such efforts moot.
Matsumoto connected like a descending BOMB!! Leading the way with her own, powerful backside, long legs opened wide over the top of Liberties slender shoulders and the Bronco Buster assault slammed almost the entirety of the Destroyers weight down upon the much smaller blonde!! Lady “GUFFED!!” in heartbreaking misery each and every time Sayuki rapidly both raised and DROPPED her weight as though her petite Rival were a nail in need of hammering into the canvas, impact after impact knocking a grunt out of the underdog and driving her deeper into a stupor. Liberty slumped beneath the repeated collisions, “erfing” out a small moan as the heels of her boots kicked upwards off the canvas, the hips and athletic stems of the Flag Attired Heroine just about the only part of Lady’s anatomy the FAWNatics could still see beneath the relentless assault of the Invader.
The complaints of the ref ring in Matsumoto's ears but she doesn't remove the star-spangled blonde from the corner until she's able to turn and swab the frazzled face of the Lady, adding insult to injury. Sayuki stuffs her butt into Liberty's mug for a full "FOUR' before pulling away, turning and grabbing a wrist to tug the blonde both to her feet and out of the corner.
Matsumoto yanks Lady Liberty toward her, dipping a shoulder and drawing the heroine onto it so she can carry the squirming Lady toward the middle of the ring. She drops Liberty centre stage and arrogantly observes the wobbly blonde, pasting her with a loud bytch slap to the cheek the spins the Lady in a 180. Sayuki closes from behind, hoping to wrap her arms around the waist of the blonde and squeeze her tight. From there, she'd lift and deposit the crotch of the heroine on bended knee with a reverse Atomic Drop, hoping to split her up the middle and let all the patriotism drip out the bottom.
With an effort that was herculean in nature, Lady forcibly repressed her latest cry of pain into a strangled yelp, the Star Spangled Beauty with her bottom lip quivering as she was ruthlessly compressed by one of the most powerful bearhugs in FAWN. With pain shocking through her already punished system, Liberties struggles to relieve the relentless pressure were as valiant as they were fruitless, her palms lacking the strength needed in her fatigued state to pry her merciless opponents tensed biceps open. If anything, the embrace only grew tighter, the now breathless and weakly struggling Lady held aloft and rotated slowly at centre ring, the tips of her boots suspended at least a foot off the canvas and incapable of securing any hope of purchase.
The Atomic Drop appeared inevitable, the Golden Curled Darling quivering... until she WHIPLASHED her own head backwards, aiming to CLUNK her own noggin into the unsuspecting forehead of her new Rival...
Unsuspecting of any offense from the pathetic American, Liberty's headbutt catches Sayuki between her dark eyes, snapping Matsumoto's head back from the impact. The Invader's grip reflexively releases and Lady Liberty's drops to her boot soles, drawing in deep breaths. Behind her, the cushy, curvy Asian blinks her eyes, one hand rising to her face while, from the outside, Yuko complains bitterly and loudly about the Lady's tactics.
The official only shrugs in response and Yuko turns her attention to giving her weapon orders. Sayuki nods to her manager as Lady Liberty turns to face her and the Japanese grappler steps forward with right hand poised in a fist, ready to send the lithe, tanned blonde to the deck with a hammer blow.
The FAWNatics were clapping again, bringing their palms together in an effort to rally their Heroine, the mild mannered Girl of Every State held upright on wobbly knees and still struggling to catch her breath. As she turned about, Sayuki was prepared to ‘celebrate’ the American’s renewed freedom with yet another hammering blow to her golden curled noggin. Lady, however, had other ideas, earning a loud WHOOP from the crowd as she both ducked low and deftly avoided the big swing, forcing herself into a sprint at the same time.
Liberty reached the ropes soon enough, and after she both turned into and catapulted back off them, she zeroed back in on Sayuki even faster. With the Invader pointing the wrong way, the smaller blonde spied her opportunity, leaping into the air and wrapping her wonderfully athletic physique about her opponent’s Amazonian frame, securing a piggy back of sorts, one complete with Body Scissors and Sleeper!!
Matsumoto staggers after the swing and miss her plush body slow to halt her momentum. This gives the wiry blonde time to hit the ropes and rebound with Matsumoto still wondering how she missed. Liberty hops on the back of the Invader, quickly wrapping her legs around Sayuki's waist, the better to ride her mount. And just as quickly, her arms snake around the noggin of Matsumoto, one arm under the Invader's chin, the other pressed tightly against Sayuki's temple, cutting the blood flow to Matsumoto's brain in two directions. A worried Yuko instantly sees danger and screams at her weapon to free herself, but Sayuki finds it's not easy to rid the tawny-skinned bulldog glued to her back.
Lady Liberty cinches her sleeper and, after a few seconds of Sayuki's ineffectual squirming, there's a shudder in the Asian's legs and a flutter in her lids. Yuko pleads with Sayuki to come to her and Matsumoto tries to carry Lady Liberty to the ropes. She staggers several steps, but falls to a knee one step short, succumbing to the growing effects.
The crowd grows excited at the sight, sensing the patriotic upstart has a real chance. And Liberty bears down, using her leverage. Sayuki's unsteady arm reaches toward the cables and, as she falls forward, the crook of her right elbow lands across the bottom strand.
With a professional lack of hesitation, the Official moved in to request Liberty release her potentially match winning hold, only to find that she had already done so. Straight up and down in to the end, Lady it seemed was not prepared to abuse even the spirit of the rules, uncurling from the much stronger Asian and rolling away. With a notable sense of weariness, the Blue Eyed Wonder found her hands and knees far more quickly that she could find her feet, her own curls tickling her round cheeks for several moments before she could face standing back up.
Never the less, her recovery was swifter than that of her new Rival’s, and the smaller girl was leant forwards, sapphire eyes focused as she waited patiently for the Invader to release the ropes, her firm thighs tensed and a bounce in her knees, an incredible kick just waiting to be unleashed the very moment a target was presented...
Yuko stares into the glassy eyes of her weapon, scarcely conceiving how Matsumoto-san could be in this condition while facing this opponent. She shrieks at Sayuki to rise and stop embarrassing her and the Invader struggles to her feet very much with the help of the ropes.
Leaning heavily on the cables, she nods her head toward her manager out of habit more than understanding what Yuko is saying. This shows when, against Yuko's shouts, Sayuki starts to turn to the middle of the ring and finds a flashing Superkick shooting toward her chin. The kick hits flush and Sayuki's curvy body grows rigid before timbering to the side, dropping like a ton of bricks, seemingly out cold. Yuko pulls at her raven hair in disbelief as a string of spittle dribbles out of the corner of the gobsmacked Asian's full lips.
An exited Lady dives atop the flattened powerhouse, rolling Sayuki to her back and crawling on top for the crossbody pin for...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
Liberty can't understand why there's no THREE as Matsumoto seemingly hasn't so much as flinched, but she looks down the Invader's body and sees an ankle laid upon the bottom rope, Sayuki saving herself.
Resisting the urge to slump her shoulders, Lady refused to give in even with every inch of her tanned body aching from head to toe. Her new Rival was a mountain, and she would ascend it, tucking her palms beneath the Invaders shoulders and helping her to roll over as Matsumoto began to stir. Equally helpfully, she helped the far taller grappler to stand up, albeit not all the way, locking in an inverted headlock and keeping the Asian folded forwards before tugging her towards the corner.
With Sayuki groggy, Lady waited until she felt the turnbuckles bump lightly between her own shoulders, determined to retain her headlock as she slowly climbed the ropes behind her until her firm buttocks sat snugly on the uppermost pad. Preparing to launch, the radiant blonde raised her free hand high as she smiled brightly, the FAWNatics erupting with a cheer as she was about to upset the odds.
With her boots suddenly pushing away from the ropes, the Star Spangled Warrior whipped her wonderfully Lightweight frame about in a wicked spiral, attempting to bring Sayuki spinning with her for a Tornado DDT!
ALL STAR DDT: @start
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The curvy Asian wriggles in the perfectly patriotic Lady's grip, Sayuki seemingly having forgotten how tough the competition in Orlando can be. But when Lady leaps off her perch, Matsumoto-san gets a huge reminder. The blonde beauty flies past the Japanese grappler and tugs her along for the most unwelcome ride. Lady Liberty PLANTS Sayuki's noggin into the canvas in brutal fashion, the crowd 'ooohing' when Matsumoto's skull hits the deck.
A squeaking, worried Yuko hops into the air in fright, Sayuki's return appearing an unsuccessful one. The battered Asian absently flops to her back after the impact.
Lady drops across what's left of Sayuki in a cross-body pin. She hooks a leg for good measure and waits for the...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
...Yuko's weapon still has some fight left as she barely pushes a shoulder up to save this Invasion from being repulsed.
Not even Liberty could resist the urge to groan in disappointment as the impossibly long leg of her taller opponent was kicked free from her weary grasp. Rolling over so that her back rested across the near prone Sayuki’s bountiful bosom, the American Dream steeled her resolve and, with a deep and determined inhale, set about overcoming the odds and wringing the last of the fight out of the Invader or, at least as much as she could for a precious three count.
Finding her feet, the Babyface Heroine proved helper again as she also guided Matsumoto back up to hers, albeit only half way once again. Leaving her much stronger Rival folded forwards, Lady herself took several steps backwards, rolling her right shoulder and she prepared to wind up, the FAWNatics themselves clapping in anticipation and awaiting the unleashing of the All American Uppercut!!
ALL AMERICAN UPPERCUT: @start
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As the blonde rushes the wobbly Invader, Yuko screeches out a warning and Sayuki has enough senses remaining to take heed. Dipping as the Lady flies in for her uppercut, Matsumoto slips an arm between the patriot's legs and pops her up onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry. The startled blonde's positioning is very temporary as Sayuki uses her already unsteady state to her advantage, laying out and dropping the blonde Samoan-style to the deck.
The thinly-sheathed plywood reverberates with the reversal and Lady's back arches in pain. But, despite Yuko's shouts to the contrary, Sayuki is slow to take advantage. She lies on the deck, staring blankly, before finally slowly rolling over and pushing up to hands and knees, sucking in air.
With Lady already on her feet, a winded Matsumoto absently uses her foe's legs to rise, using them as handholds. Lady Liberty sinks her fingers into Sayuki's lush raven locks and starts to 'help' her up the rest of the way. It's then Matsumoto's reaches for a cupping, two-hand grip behind the blonde's head, hoping to nuzzle the top of her dome into the chin of the Lady and drop to her knees for a jawbreaker.
The Baby Blues of Liberty had the barest moment to open wide in surprise before a freefalling Matsumoto forced her back towards the canvas. The young blondes knees hit the plywood with a harsh thud, but that was far from the worst of it, her unprepared jaw connecting with the hardest part of her opponents noggin with a skull jostling CRACK!!, Lady’s shell shocked head whiplashing away as the rest of her suddenly limp frame followed right along with it. The All-American Girl slumped over onto her shoulders, moaning as she blinked her pretty peepers, one arm upraised as she groggily grasped at nothing but air.
On her haunches, Sayuki still doesn't seem in shape to mount a full offensive despite two successive successful counters, but the high-pitched sideline invective from little Yuko 'inspires' Matsumoto to action.
Grabbing for Lady Liberty's flaxen locks, the Invader tugs her foe up with her as she rises to boot leather. Going chest to chest with the patriotic lightweight, Sayuki surrounds Liberty with a breathtaking bearhug, the Lady's baby blues popping wide.
Matsumoto lifts her foe off the canvas and genuflects beneath her, forcing Liberty's crotch down on bended knee. A wave of pain explodes from her foe's patriotic privates, freezing an agonized Lady in place on her tiptoes, mouth agape in silent protest.
Matsumoto rises and grabs a wrist. She SLAMS the blonde's own arm into her abused undercarriage, doubling down on the pain below. Sayuki slides her torso across the back of the blonde and sweeps Lady's far arm behind her shoulders to secure her Pumphandle position, ready to vault Lady Liberty high into the air and slam her viciously into the mat...
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In little position to protest, securely trussed up into her far stronger Rival, the smaller blonde attempted to voice her defiance, only for her words to escape from her lips as a low groan. With her athletic frame swiftly rendered noticeably more flaccid, Sayuki exercised little difficulty in both lifting and sweeping the Star Spangled Grappler right off her boots and swinging through the air. Liberties journey towards the rafter met a brief intermission as her sublime physique was slung trim tummy first over her opponents shoulders, Lady managing a brief wiggle in an attempt to slip free before, with authority, Sayuki slung her unwilling cargo forwards once more!!
The Pumphandle Slam ended with ring rattling force, the impact of the smaller blondes back SMASHING against the plywood and blasting the air free from her lithe body. Lady shuddered as the canvas continued to flex, America’s Sweetheart barely able to keep her eyes open as she lay with her arms splayed outwards, her knees pointing idly towards the rafters as she struggled to recover.
Sayuki doesn't breathe easy despite the appearance of her gobsmacked foe. This gaijin had given her far too much resistance to take as lightly as Yuko had told her she could. Lifting her right boot, she forces down first one knee then the other.
The Invader climbs aboard in a front-facing kneeling straddle of the blonde's thighs, a palm placed lightly on either side of her foe's arms. Though it wasn't a classic pair of 'Setting Suns', that coming via a reverse-facing smother, Sayuki unleashes her creamy-skinned gurls from their crimson confinement. The breasts teardrop as Sayuki lowers toward her prey, planning on taking the air and the fight from the star-spangled grappler and leave her a flaccid husk of patriotism courtesy of a couple supple Mount Fijis atop her lips and nose.
The pretty peepers of the Flag Attired Heroine managed to flutter open the very moment her impending doom was sealed, her Baby Blues just barely visible above the Invaders cleverage as her airways became utterly obstructed, gazing worryingly into the victorious stare of her soon to be conqueror. She tried in vain to inhale a fresh breath, only to find herself suckling on plump flesh, her body panicking on reflex as her lithe frame was overcome by her opponents titanic might.
She struggled valiantly beneath her new Rival, however futile and ultimately tame as such efforts were. Lady bucked her hips mightily, only for Sayuki to be barely concerned before thrusting down with her own crotch, thumping the smaller blonde’s buttocks down hard onto the plywood beneath a series of short, sharp, powerful thrusts against her soon to be submissive sex. Liberties spine arched next, but it was impossible to remain tensed for longer than a few moments, and after a few seconds of effort, her tummy soon flattened beneath Sayuki’s rigid midriff as well. Finally the Golden Curled Darling attempted to pry Matsumoto away with her arms, willing the limp limbs into action, but the best effort that she could summon was to cradle her adversaries strong shoulders closer to her.
Lady’s peepers fluttered... and then closed entirely, a shudder running throughout her lithe body as she surrendered all lingering pretence of resistance.
The Official moved in, preparing to lift Lady’s unresponsive wrist for the first count...
Embracing her beaten blonde so Lady's shoulders don't touch the canvas, the ref's forced to confirm the knockout instead of the pin.
He drops Lady Liberty's leaden arm once.
A relieved Yuko heads for the ring steps for the trip up and, as she reaches the apron, the striped-shirt drops the blonde's limb a second time.
The manager is halfway through the ropes when the man lifts the soggy, flaccid patriot's arm a final time and, with Sayuki continuing to cup her bosom into an airtight seal...
...the valiant Lady's limb flops anticlimactically for the final time, no miracles happening tonight.
The official scrambles to his feet and immediately calls for the bell. The ring announcer is just as quick to chime in. "Your winner...by knockout...the Asian Invader...Sayuki Matsumoto!!"
Only then does Matsumoto-san let the blonde's face emerge, greasy and snoozy, the Lady's lids shut tight, her body relaxed into a stupor by Sayuki's Setting Suns. The Invader is helped to her feet by Yuko. And it's the manager who plants her foot atop the chest of the bested gaijin.
Meanwhile, Sayuki retrieves her top and puts it back in place for the raising of her arm. Ogura points to Sayuki proudly while maintaining her position of dominance over the softly stirring Lady. She stomps the blonde in her kitty, drawing a pitiful 'eep' from the star-spangled loser.
"Our second, more powerful Invasion has begun," Yuko shouts. "And with my Sayuki, Sayuri and Seah and my champion Reiko, we will dominate all your pathetic..." Yuko considers her translation. "...sweethearts, like this useless trash."
The crowd, already booing, raises their game to a new decibel level.
"Yes. You not like. But don't think it matters. For FAWN will be ours...again."
Just as they were ready to welcome the arrival of one of FAWN’s most enduring anomalies, the Maiden of Mystery who refused to wear a Mask. So little was known about the Girl Called Liberty, her identity remaining a secret and whereabouts between contests a puzzle, and yet rumours continued to persist. Some were more outlandish than many others, and yet each of them had their backers, and as the years clocked by, the fog showed no sign of clearing.
Truthfully, each FAWNatic had their version of her true identity, and while she remained the embodiment of Wrestling’s ‘Mom, Baseball and Apple Pie’, they were willing to allow the fiction to remain in place.
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LADY LIBERTY
All such speculation was ultimately without importance as, within a moment, many of the FAWNatics, all of them in question undoubtedly proud Americans, rose to their feet and applauded from that first, triumphantly upbeat note. Lady Liberty emerged out from behind the curtains and into sight mere moments later, the spotlights zeroing in to her immediate location as she smiled without hesitation, blue eyes like sapphire and curls spun from gold. She stood with one foot crossed lightly and slightly in front the other and one hand placed upon her curvy hip as she saluted crisply with the other, the actions repeated across the arena, the young woman surely little older than being the teen and yet carrying herself with absolute assurance. It was an unfaltering confidence that was spell binding and accompanied by a smile that was heart warming.
Salute delivered, the Girl of Every State began her journey down the aisle and towards the ring, reaching out and clasping offered hands to deliver a firm shake, pausing at quick intervals to engage in extremely short, yet much welcomed exchanges, the words spoken meant for those who were involved only. So much about her was an enigma, the Girl called Liberty, her true identity a mystery and her accent oddly lacking in any telling dictation and yet, somehow, combining many. She could have come from anywhere within America, and many here today dared to believe that she came from their home town.
About her sublimely athletic frame she wore the colours of her country, the American Flag snugly fitting about her every crowd pleasing curve. The sport’s top was white, the torch of liberty aflame across her bosom, sapphire bikini briefs decorated with a smattering of stars, gloves that reached her elbows a dazzling blue while her boots were a radiant red. She wore the colours of her nation with pride, without the merest hint of irony or cynicism, and it was impossible for the Patriotic FAWNatics in attendance to not love her for it.
Her pace was swift, measured and assured, her bearing steady and breathing controlled, the young woman stepping away from the adoring public and displaying her photogenic properties, the flash photography capturing her every movement as she waved to the applauding crowd and ascended the steel steps. She slipped into the ring between the top and middle ropes, ducking low and popping back up into a short series of practice stretches, nimbly preparing herself as she headed towards her corner, saluting once more before patiently, and politely waiting for the Official to confirm his satisfaction that she had not brought anything illegal with her into the coming contest.
There was the merest hint of hesitation then, as Lady looked back towards the curtains, a barely noticeable hint of uncertainty as she waited for her opponent. Somewhat unusually, Liberty found herself on the opposite end of an enigma, her opponent for the evening a mystery even to her. A professional to the core, Lady was prepared to accept the circumstances and was prepared to face what came and yet... the uncertainty was inevitably unsettling...
With the paragon of patriotism and virtue having had her well-welcomed arrival, the crowd waits impatiently for her rival, some guessing Polly Lockwood from the “POLLY SUCKS” chants that erupt in the otherwise still silence.
From nowhere, the plucking of a familiar set of Oriental strings courses over the crowd and immediately the assembled FAWNatics explode in a thunderous round of cacophonous boos and catcalls, though within them is a growing excitement. For though the Asian Invasion were among the most hated groups in the organization, their reappearance from across the Pacific could only mean a slews of great matches for them to enjoy.
It’s then that FAWN’s tiniest, most shrill and arguably most successful manager, Yuko Ogura, appears and the masses threaten to tear the roof off. Ogura looks over the FAWNatics with her familiar sneering disdain and some in the crowd smile to be under the thrall of the tiny, bitchy businesswoman once more.
As Yuko motions for the fans to bow in subservience, a Rising Sun flag supplants the FAWN logo on the FAWNitron, red sunbeams flowing out of the matching disc behind them. Ogura turns to greet the power of her organization, Matsumoto-san , the original and perhaps most dangerous Invader of all time appears, the volume of the hatred only increasing.
SAYUKI MATSUMOTO
Sayuki joins her leader and bows to her boss. Yuko nods in response and points toward the ring and her gaijin prey. As they make their way toward the squared circle, Ogura shrieks over the cantankerous crowd, demanding they show her champion the proper reverence. Halfway there, the announcer makes their arrival official.
“And her opponent, led to the ring by the leader of the Asian Invasion, Yuko Ogura; from Kobe Japan, Miss Ogura’s prized weapon…Sayuki Matsumoto!”
The curvy Asian is garbed in her familiar blood red bikini, the scant cloth leaving precious little of her hourglass figure to the imagination. Complementing the curves are white pads and boots, the pads bearing the red discs of her nation’s flag. Her raven hair is coiffed into two long pigtails.
Next to her, Ogura leaves many in the crowd buzzing at her cheeky ensemble. 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.
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Reaching the ring steps, Sayuki leads her boss up, Yuko directly behind, a protective hand on her charge’s right hip. Ogura offers instructions in the ladies’ mother tongue before Matsumoto-san slides between the ropes and joins her foe. Sayuki moves to the middle and bows to the crowd as her music fades, Yuko joining her with ‘stick’ in hand, the manager making sure the champ stays between her and Lady Liberty.
“We have returned,” Yuko says, pointing out the obvious to the great displeasure (and secret pleasure) of the fans. “We conquer you once and now it is time to invade and conquer a second time. We will destroy all in our path until we have not only tag gold, but my Sayuki has a championship to call her very own. And what better way than to demolish the embodiment of all you hold dear…your precious Lady Liberty.”
Sayuki bows to Ogura and when Yuko points at Lady Liberty there is no waiting for the bell. Matsumoto joins her hands together in a double axhandle and races toward the blonde, meaning to drive her head down so no neck remains between Lady Liberty’s head and shoulders.
No stranger to ‘Pearl Harbour’ attacks, the speed at which the Star Spangled Warrior overcame her trepidation was commendably swift, the bright blue eyes of the lithe Lightweight opening wide in surprise as the genuine Destroyer charged across the ring straight towards her. As a pair of powerful fists swung rapidly towards her noggin, Lady ducked quickly enough to evade the devastating impact and send her golden mane to swishing. With a step that was just as rapid, Liberty broke into a run, dashing towards the ring ropes opposite and preparing herself for battle.
As she arrived at her destination, Lady spun about at the last moment and all but threw herself into the coils, bouncing off them with enough force to turn her run into a sprint. Zeroing in on her new target, Liberty hurled her athletic frame into a sublime leap, spreading herself about to catch the far taller Sayuki with a daring Cross Body Splash!
The blonde CRASHES into the startled Matsumoto-san. But for those who had forgotten how strong the power behind Yuko's throne is, Sayuki only staggers back a few steps, propped by the cables behind her, and remains upright with a squirming patriot strapped across her chest.
Whilst nodding and grinning, Matsumoto strides to the centre of the ring, fighting off the Lady's efforts to slip loose. Reaching the middle, she starts to raise the sinewy blonde higher, ready to drop to one knee and throw Lady Liberty fiercely down upon bended knee so as to snap the vertebrae of the red-white-and blue obstacle with a backbreaker.
Up the American Dream went up, secure within the grasp of the powerful Invader, and as her efforts to wriggle free proved fruitless, no amount of kicking from her shapely stems securing freedom, she was brought back down far more swiftly! A dispiriting yelp escaped the lips of Liberty as her back was ruthlessly brought down across the posted knee of her new Rival, a fierce and painful spasm rattling her sleek body as her spine was bent forcibly into a brutally sharp curve. Every muscle in the young women tensed in the fraction of a moment and a vertebra or two POPPED!! before she slumped with a low groan.
Stunned momentarily by the intensity of the all too sudden agony, the Babyface Heroine couldn’t immediately bring herself to move, wracked across Sayuki’s knee for all to see before she finally shoved and rolled herself free. With a painful grimace, after flopping over onto her front, Liberty was none the less pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, Lady’s spirit demanding that she recover.
Matsumoto rises with a grin, having taken so much out of the gaijin so quickly. She steps atop the base of the Lady's spine while walking toward her corner where a pleased Yuko offers instructions, oddly enough in a calm voice.
Sayuki returns to the already aching tanned blonde and tugs her up to all fours. Matsumoto mounts her foe in a forward straddle, lifts her pear-shaped derriere and DRIVES into Liberty's spinal column, flattening her to the mat.
The blonde yips in pain and complains when the curvy Asian rips her up to vertical with a tight handful of her flaxen locks. Sayuki bullies the blonde to the ropes and exchanges her grip for a wrist. She Irish whips Lady Liberty to the far set of cables and strides to the middle, awaiting her return. When Liberty rebounds, Sayuki lowers into a slight crouch, ready to catch her target around the hips, lift high, pivot, and send Lady Liberty crashing to earth with a Spinebuster.
The All-American Girl however, much to the relief of the already concerned FAWNatics, was clearly not prepared to receive a second high impact collision to her spine so early in the contest. As she bounced off the ring ropes, Liberty ignored the throbbing of her back and once again took flight; albeit this time going low as opposed to high. Leading her off the canvas assault with both of her boots, Lady aimed a lightning dropkick directly for the giant Sayuki’s waiting knees!
Seeking high and receiving low, Sayuki isn't ready to protect against Lady Liberty's change of her plans. Liberty's dropkick crashes into Matsumoto's knees and takes her legs out from under her. Ending on those aching joints, Sayuki grimaces, reflexively reaching for the points of attack. She starts to get up but unbending her lower limbs is a painful process and she halts when up to one knee to compose for a moment for the next step up.
Whilst Liberty would like nothing more than to take a moment to compose herself as well, she knows to do so could well prove to be fatal. With Sayuki down, even if only onto one knee, the young blonde had to capitalise, the Star Spangled Grappler back onto her feet as quickly as her already aching back would allow, swinging her right arm upwards triumphantly to deliver an ‘All American’ Uppercut to her opponents waiting chin!
The lowered Sayuki presents an inviting target for the blonde. Pivoting, Liberty brings a looping, snapping shot under the Invader's chin. Matsumoto's head snaps back and her curvy body follows. The force sends a dazed Sayuki to her back, the crowd roaring at Lady Liberty's early success, Matsumoto perhaps showing a hangover from the bearhug beating she'd recently taken from Erika Eisenberg and the jet lag on the trip from Tokyo back to Orlando. A wide-eyd Matsumoto presses up on her palms and buttscoots toward the ropes behind her, holding up a plaintive hand.
After a moment’s hesitation, and certainly against the advice of the watching FAWNatics, the gold hearted core of America’s Sweetheart won out and, with Sayuki requesting mercy in such a doe eyed fasion, Lady could not refuse her. Stepping backwards, Liberty made room from the much taller women, granting her an opportunity to recover in the ropes whilst she herself made ready...
Yuko throws in a belated demand the Lady keep back and Liberty shrugs, indicating she already is. Sayuki uses the opportunity and the cables to pull herself up, keeping a close eye on the star-spangled heroine. She massages her jaw for a moment until both the referee and Yuko demand she move out of the ropes, Ogura adding an order to destroy Lady Liberty. Sayuki nods and launches herself out of the ropes, charging the blonde, keeping things very simple by heading directly at her, trying to knock her over with a shoulder block, hopefully returning the order to this match.
The Star Spangled Beauty, having waited patiently, all the while exercising every ounce of her will to resist the powerful urge to cradle her own, aching back, was determined to not be caught flat footed twice in one evening. As Sayuki began to run, so did Liberty, sprinting across the canvas until the last moment when she suddenly dropped, attempting to tangle her athletic stems about Matsumoto’s powerful legs into a Drop Toe Hold Takedown!
With the Invader perhaps overly aggressive, the low road again works for Lady Liberty. She tangles Sayuki's stems and Matsumoto-san tumbles over like fallen timber, landing on her face and considerable chest. Sayuki squeaks in pain, holding her nose with both hands.
From the sidelines, Yuko shrieks her displeasure, threatening to enter the ring and take care of Lady Liberty herself. Noticeably she says it in English, the words perhaps meant more for Lady Liberty than Sayuki. Yuko leaps to the apron to add further emphasis, pointing and complaining but quickly dropping down when Lady Liberty throws a glance in her direction.
As utterly unwavering as Lady’s moral compass forever was, it was perhaps unsurprising that Yuko’s persistent tirades had hit a nerve. Ensuring that the meeping Matsumoto wasn’t going anywhere quickly, the Golden Curled Darling made the short journey over to Ogura, leaning against the top rope just enough to make a point to the backtracking Manager of the Asian Invasion. “If you can’t say anything nice,” Liberty scolded without raising her tone, “don’t say anything at all. Better yet,” Lady adjusted her posture, turning about just enough to sit her pert rear end down onto the middle rope as she lifted the top, a clear invitation if there ever was one.
“If you think that you can do better, feel free to step in...”
Instead, Yuko turns to the official. "She is threatening me. I demand disqualification."
The official shakes his head whimsically. "Uhh...no," is his only verbal response, until he adds "Stay off the apron."
Yuko fumes, hopping into the air and stomping her feet, looking absolutely livid.
Her fit gives time for Sayuki to reach her feet, clearing her dark eyes, and focusing them on Lady Liberty. Never much for the joshi way, Matsumoto, always considered the most "American" of the Invasion for her straightforward power style, again charges like a Kobe bull toward the slightly turned Lady. Lacing her fingers, she raises her joined fists overhead and hustles toward her blonde foe, planning on thumping her axhandle into the back of Lady Liberty's skull.
This time, with the well meaning Girl of Every State suitably distracted, even the cries of warning from the FAWNatics can’t prevent the second attempt at a Pearl Harbour assault from succeeding. With her blow landing true, the golden curled noggin of Liberty snapped forwards with a grunt escaping her shocked lips, the rest of her athletically carved frame whiplashing forwards a moment after only for the top rope to catch her. With the coil taking her weight to begin with, it snapped taunt quickly enough, spring boarding the Lady backwards and right towards waiting Sayuki...
Matsumoto surrounds the midriff of the blonde, pulling her into a tight bearhug from behind. She lifts the Lady off the canvas as she leans back, drawing a breathless gasp from the star-spangled good girl. With Liberty's legs stretching and flailing for the canvas, Sayuki carries her to mid-ring before dropping to one knee and impaling the Lady's crotch in brutal fashion with a nasty Atomic Drop.
Lady Liberty hops to her tiptoes, hands shooting between her thighs from the attack. She stumbles in a painful semi-circle around and back to the waiting Matsumoto who dips to launch and pivot with the lifted Lady and complete the much overdue Spinebuster.
There was to be no escape from the impact this time for Liberty, not with her ruthlessly compressed ribs also now aching and pain spasming between her hips. There was a low moan on her lips as the far more powerful Sayuki grasped the Blue Eyed Wonder by her firm thighs and launched her skywards, the already dazed blonde further disorientated by the sharp one eighty spiral that proceeded her all too rapid descent back to earth. The fresh cry that escaped her lithe body was louder than it had been before when she was SMASHED into the canvas across her shoulders and back. She bounced a good two inches before settling, breathing heavily as she struggled to recover, the Star Spangled Warrior splayed out with her stems bent up at the knees, her position reset in favour of the Invasion.
On the outside, Yuko claps excitedly, nodding and turning to the FAWNatics. "There is your hero. Conquered by my Matsumoto-san."
Inside, Sayuki covers with a full body-to-body pin for...
ONE!
TWO!!
...and the Lady struggles out from beneath, rolling to her side.
A frustrated Sayuki pulls Liberty to her back and climbs aboard in a front-facing straddle of the blonde's waist. Sitting on the Lady's midriff, Matsumoto fashions her fingers into claws and bares them over the pert bosom of the dazed Lady.
"You hurt now," Sayuki informs and moves her flexing fingers toward Lady Liberty's breasts, ready to squeeze the stars, ripping and tearing until she had her fill of torturing the gaijin.
The initial howl that emerged from Liberty was involuntarily as Matsumoto went to work, digging her claws deep and grinding. No amount of resolve could have prevented it from happening, as the blonde beauty lay prone on her back and defenceless, far lighter than the Amazon who had opted to mount her and pin her to the canvas in the most vindictive of fashions. Just as no amount of resolve could fully quench the moans that persisted thereafter, pained groans pushing their way past the girls lips, the American Dream finally managing to grasp her attackers wrists and attempting to pry them away as her eyelids fluttered half closed, the heels of her boots scraping back and forth across the smooth mat with only the slimmest hope of finding sufficient purchase to roll free.
Despite Sayuki's size advantage, the Lady's motivation is significant and her wild twists and turns at least work her out from under Matsumoto, both women ending on their sides, Sayuki on her right, Lady on her left. Her attempt at a pin gone, Sayuki takes out her frustrations by squeezing Liberty's breasts relentlessly. Or she would have if the surprising strength in Lady Liberty helps pry her free of the double claws. Sayuki is in disbelief as her arms shake, spread by the star-spangled beauty, removed from her targets. With Yuko spitting fire on the sidelines, Sayuki decides to halt Lady Liberty's success the only way she can manage at the moment, with a headbutt to the bridge of her foe's nose.
Following the dull yet loud THUNK of bone connecting with bone, Lady recoiled from yet another solid collision to her golden curled noggin. With her bright peepers fluttering, she retained enough wit to roll with the impact, tumbling arm over arm until she felt the reassuring presence of the ringpost. Fluttering her eyelids back open, a determined, if pained sigh escaped the Babyface Heroine, finding security in the ring ropes as she started to pull herself upwards.
The curvy Asian pushes to her feet, turning to the familiar orders of her businesswoman/general. In slightly less screechy tones, Yuko directs her most powerful weapon to pursue the retreating American icon. Striding after Lady Liberty, Matsumoto reaches her as the patriot struggles to her feet with the help of the cables. Grabbing a wrist, she turns the befuddled blonde away from the buckles with a tug and aims her at the opposite corner.
"You go now," Sayuki imparts, Irish whipping her foe on her way across the canvas. The Invader waits a tick or two before starting on her bouncy sprint across the canvas after the Lady, planning on leaping into a tidal wave of Invader flesh atop a cornered Liberty.
At the last moment, Liberty was able to turn herself about, avoiding a savage collision with the turnbuckles across her already mauled bosom and, instead, braced for the impact across her shoulders. A great GUFF of air escaped her body regardless, the impact shaking her from head to toe, while a considerable show of determination kept the defiant blonde upright instead of collapsing.
Unfortunately for the All-American girl, the Invader possessed no intention of stopping, all of her Amazonian physique all but CRUSHING!! the Lightweight blonde between a hardbody and post. The painfully compressed Lady recoiled as best she could as a loud and breathy GRUNT!! escaped her stunning body, followed by a long a low groan as the triumphant Sayuki shoved away, leaving her victim quivering in the corner. With her firm thighs shivering, the dull eyed, Star Spangled Grappler could not keep herself upright for even a moment longer, her descent to the canvas only halted as her pert buttocks came to rest upon the middle turnbuckle.
Sayuki closes in on the seated blonde and rattles Liberty's cage with some fisticuffs. Not your normal Japanese wrestler, Sayuki often looked more gaijin in her approach than joshi and she proves it by slugging away until the pounded Lady takes a seat on the canvas rather than the buckle. With Liberty lowered, Matsumoto-san jogs to the opposite side of the squared circle, her curvy frame bouncing in pleasing fashion to those in the front rows. Once there, she spins and sprints toward the Lady, lifting off from a few feet away with legs extended, hoping to bust Liberty and her bronco with some slams of undercarriage to chest and face.
With bright blue peepers starry eyed and unfocused, it was perhaps a combination of the squeaky taunts being whispered into her ear at ringside, and the supportive clapping of the desperate FAWNatics that compelled America’s Sweetheart to try and return to upright. With her ears ringing and temple throbbing following several full knuckled blows to her unprotected, golden curled noggin, Lady grasped the ropes and began to pull, her firm buttocks managing to lift a clear two inches back off the canvas before the returning Sayuki rendered all such efforts moot.
Matsumoto connected like a descending BOMB!! Leading the way with her own, powerful backside, long legs opened wide over the top of Liberties slender shoulders and the Bronco Buster assault slammed almost the entirety of the Destroyers weight down upon the much smaller blonde!! Lady “GUFFED!!” in heartbreaking misery each and every time Sayuki rapidly both raised and DROPPED her weight as though her petite Rival were a nail in need of hammering into the canvas, impact after impact knocking a grunt out of the underdog and driving her deeper into a stupor. Liberty slumped beneath the repeated collisions, “erfing” out a small moan as the heels of her boots kicked upwards off the canvas, the hips and athletic stems of the Flag Attired Heroine just about the only part of Lady’s anatomy the FAWNatics could still see beneath the relentless assault of the Invader.
The complaints of the ref ring in Matsumoto's ears but she doesn't remove the star-spangled blonde from the corner until she's able to turn and swab the frazzled face of the Lady, adding insult to injury. Sayuki stuffs her butt into Liberty's mug for a full "FOUR' before pulling away, turning and grabbing a wrist to tug the blonde both to her feet and out of the corner.
Matsumoto yanks Lady Liberty toward her, dipping a shoulder and drawing the heroine onto it so she can carry the squirming Lady toward the middle of the ring. She drops Liberty centre stage and arrogantly observes the wobbly blonde, pasting her with a loud bytch slap to the cheek the spins the Lady in a 180. Sayuki closes from behind, hoping to wrap her arms around the waist of the blonde and squeeze her tight. From there, she'd lift and deposit the crotch of the heroine on bended knee with a reverse Atomic Drop, hoping to split her up the middle and let all the patriotism drip out the bottom.
With an effort that was herculean in nature, Lady forcibly repressed her latest cry of pain into a strangled yelp, the Star Spangled Beauty with her bottom lip quivering as she was ruthlessly compressed by one of the most powerful bearhugs in FAWN. With pain shocking through her already punished system, Liberties struggles to relieve the relentless pressure were as valiant as they were fruitless, her palms lacking the strength needed in her fatigued state to pry her merciless opponents tensed biceps open. If anything, the embrace only grew tighter, the now breathless and weakly struggling Lady held aloft and rotated slowly at centre ring, the tips of her boots suspended at least a foot off the canvas and incapable of securing any hope of purchase.
The Atomic Drop appeared inevitable, the Golden Curled Darling quivering... until she WHIPLASHED her own head backwards, aiming to CLUNK her own noggin into the unsuspecting forehead of her new Rival...
Unsuspecting of any offense from the pathetic American, Liberty's headbutt catches Sayuki between her dark eyes, snapping Matsumoto's head back from the impact. The Invader's grip reflexively releases and Lady Liberty's drops to her boot soles, drawing in deep breaths. Behind her, the cushy, curvy Asian blinks her eyes, one hand rising to her face while, from the outside, Yuko complains bitterly and loudly about the Lady's tactics.
The official only shrugs in response and Yuko turns her attention to giving her weapon orders. Sayuki nods to her manager as Lady Liberty turns to face her and the Japanese grappler steps forward with right hand poised in a fist, ready to send the lithe, tanned blonde to the deck with a hammer blow.
The FAWNatics were clapping again, bringing their palms together in an effort to rally their Heroine, the mild mannered Girl of Every State held upright on wobbly knees and still struggling to catch her breath. As she turned about, Sayuki was prepared to ‘celebrate’ the American’s renewed freedom with yet another hammering blow to her golden curled noggin. Lady, however, had other ideas, earning a loud WHOOP from the crowd as she both ducked low and deftly avoided the big swing, forcing herself into a sprint at the same time.
Liberty reached the ropes soon enough, and after she both turned into and catapulted back off them, she zeroed back in on Sayuki even faster. With the Invader pointing the wrong way, the smaller blonde spied her opportunity, leaping into the air and wrapping her wonderfully athletic physique about her opponent’s Amazonian frame, securing a piggy back of sorts, one complete with Body Scissors and Sleeper!!
Matsumoto staggers after the swing and miss her plush body slow to halt her momentum. This gives the wiry blonde time to hit the ropes and rebound with Matsumoto still wondering how she missed. Liberty hops on the back of the Invader, quickly wrapping her legs around Sayuki's waist, the better to ride her mount. And just as quickly, her arms snake around the noggin of Matsumoto, one arm under the Invader's chin, the other pressed tightly against Sayuki's temple, cutting the blood flow to Matsumoto's brain in two directions. A worried Yuko instantly sees danger and screams at her weapon to free herself, but Sayuki finds it's not easy to rid the tawny-skinned bulldog glued to her back.
Lady Liberty cinches her sleeper and, after a few seconds of Sayuki's ineffectual squirming, there's a shudder in the Asian's legs and a flutter in her lids. Yuko pleads with Sayuki to come to her and Matsumoto tries to carry Lady Liberty to the ropes. She staggers several steps, but falls to a knee one step short, succumbing to the growing effects.
The crowd grows excited at the sight, sensing the patriotic upstart has a real chance. And Liberty bears down, using her leverage. Sayuki's unsteady arm reaches toward the cables and, as she falls forward, the crook of her right elbow lands across the bottom strand.
With a professional lack of hesitation, the Official moved in to request Liberty release her potentially match winning hold, only to find that she had already done so. Straight up and down in to the end, Lady it seemed was not prepared to abuse even the spirit of the rules, uncurling from the much stronger Asian and rolling away. With a notable sense of weariness, the Blue Eyed Wonder found her hands and knees far more quickly that she could find her feet, her own curls tickling her round cheeks for several moments before she could face standing back up.
Never the less, her recovery was swifter than that of her new Rival’s, and the smaller girl was leant forwards, sapphire eyes focused as she waited patiently for the Invader to release the ropes, her firm thighs tensed and a bounce in her knees, an incredible kick just waiting to be unleashed the very moment a target was presented...
Yuko stares into the glassy eyes of her weapon, scarcely conceiving how Matsumoto-san could be in this condition while facing this opponent. She shrieks at Sayuki to rise and stop embarrassing her and the Invader struggles to her feet very much with the help of the ropes.
Leaning heavily on the cables, she nods her head toward her manager out of habit more than understanding what Yuko is saying. This shows when, against Yuko's shouts, Sayuki starts to turn to the middle of the ring and finds a flashing Superkick shooting toward her chin. The kick hits flush and Sayuki's curvy body grows rigid before timbering to the side, dropping like a ton of bricks, seemingly out cold. Yuko pulls at her raven hair in disbelief as a string of spittle dribbles out of the corner of the gobsmacked Asian's full lips.
An exited Lady dives atop the flattened powerhouse, rolling Sayuki to her back and crawling on top for the crossbody pin for...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
Liberty can't understand why there's no THREE as Matsumoto seemingly hasn't so much as flinched, but she looks down the Invader's body and sees an ankle laid upon the bottom rope, Sayuki saving herself.
Resisting the urge to slump her shoulders, Lady refused to give in even with every inch of her tanned body aching from head to toe. Her new Rival was a mountain, and she would ascend it, tucking her palms beneath the Invaders shoulders and helping her to roll over as Matsumoto began to stir. Equally helpfully, she helped the far taller grappler to stand up, albeit not all the way, locking in an inverted headlock and keeping the Asian folded forwards before tugging her towards the corner.
With Sayuki groggy, Lady waited until she felt the turnbuckles bump lightly between her own shoulders, determined to retain her headlock as she slowly climbed the ropes behind her until her firm buttocks sat snugly on the uppermost pad. Preparing to launch, the radiant blonde raised her free hand high as she smiled brightly, the FAWNatics erupting with a cheer as she was about to upset the odds.
With her boots suddenly pushing away from the ropes, the Star Spangled Warrior whipped her wonderfully Lightweight frame about in a wicked spiral, attempting to bring Sayuki spinning with her for a Tornado DDT!
ALL STAR DDT: @start
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The curvy Asian wriggles in the perfectly patriotic Lady's grip, Sayuki seemingly having forgotten how tough the competition in Orlando can be. But when Lady leaps off her perch, Matsumoto-san gets a huge reminder. The blonde beauty flies past the Japanese grappler and tugs her along for the most unwelcome ride. Lady Liberty PLANTS Sayuki's noggin into the canvas in brutal fashion, the crowd 'ooohing' when Matsumoto's skull hits the deck.
A squeaking, worried Yuko hops into the air in fright, Sayuki's return appearing an unsuccessful one. The battered Asian absently flops to her back after the impact.
Lady drops across what's left of Sayuki in a cross-body pin. She hooks a leg for good measure and waits for the...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRNOOO!!!
...Yuko's weapon still has some fight left as she barely pushes a shoulder up to save this Invasion from being repulsed.
Not even Liberty could resist the urge to groan in disappointment as the impossibly long leg of her taller opponent was kicked free from her weary grasp. Rolling over so that her back rested across the near prone Sayuki’s bountiful bosom, the American Dream steeled her resolve and, with a deep and determined inhale, set about overcoming the odds and wringing the last of the fight out of the Invader or, at least as much as she could for a precious three count.
Finding her feet, the Babyface Heroine proved helper again as she also guided Matsumoto back up to hers, albeit only half way once again. Leaving her much stronger Rival folded forwards, Lady herself took several steps backwards, rolling her right shoulder and she prepared to wind up, the FAWNatics themselves clapping in anticipation and awaiting the unleashing of the All American Uppercut!!
ALL AMERICAN UPPERCUT: @start
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As the blonde rushes the wobbly Invader, Yuko screeches out a warning and Sayuki has enough senses remaining to take heed. Dipping as the Lady flies in for her uppercut, Matsumoto slips an arm between the patriot's legs and pops her up onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry. The startled blonde's positioning is very temporary as Sayuki uses her already unsteady state to her advantage, laying out and dropping the blonde Samoan-style to the deck.
The thinly-sheathed plywood reverberates with the reversal and Lady's back arches in pain. But, despite Yuko's shouts to the contrary, Sayuki is slow to take advantage. She lies on the deck, staring blankly, before finally slowly rolling over and pushing up to hands and knees, sucking in air.
With Lady already on her feet, a winded Matsumoto absently uses her foe's legs to rise, using them as handholds. Lady Liberty sinks her fingers into Sayuki's lush raven locks and starts to 'help' her up the rest of the way. It's then Matsumoto's reaches for a cupping, two-hand grip behind the blonde's head, hoping to nuzzle the top of her dome into the chin of the Lady and drop to her knees for a jawbreaker.
The Baby Blues of Liberty had the barest moment to open wide in surprise before a freefalling Matsumoto forced her back towards the canvas. The young blondes knees hit the plywood with a harsh thud, but that was far from the worst of it, her unprepared jaw connecting with the hardest part of her opponents noggin with a skull jostling CRACK!!, Lady’s shell shocked head whiplashing away as the rest of her suddenly limp frame followed right along with it. The All-American Girl slumped over onto her shoulders, moaning as she blinked her pretty peepers, one arm upraised as she groggily grasped at nothing but air.
On her haunches, Sayuki still doesn't seem in shape to mount a full offensive despite two successive successful counters, but the high-pitched sideline invective from little Yuko 'inspires' Matsumoto to action.
Grabbing for Lady Liberty's flaxen locks, the Invader tugs her foe up with her as she rises to boot leather. Going chest to chest with the patriotic lightweight, Sayuki surrounds Liberty with a breathtaking bearhug, the Lady's baby blues popping wide.
Matsumoto lifts her foe off the canvas and genuflects beneath her, forcing Liberty's crotch down on bended knee. A wave of pain explodes from her foe's patriotic privates, freezing an agonized Lady in place on her tiptoes, mouth agape in silent protest.
Matsumoto rises and grabs a wrist. She SLAMS the blonde's own arm into her abused undercarriage, doubling down on the pain below. Sayuki slides her torso across the back of the blonde and sweeps Lady's far arm behind her shoulders to secure her Pumphandle position, ready to vault Lady Liberty high into the air and slam her viciously into the mat...
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In little position to protest, securely trussed up into her far stronger Rival, the smaller blonde attempted to voice her defiance, only for her words to escape from her lips as a low groan. With her athletic frame swiftly rendered noticeably more flaccid, Sayuki exercised little difficulty in both lifting and sweeping the Star Spangled Grappler right off her boots and swinging through the air. Liberties journey towards the rafter met a brief intermission as her sublime physique was slung trim tummy first over her opponents shoulders, Lady managing a brief wiggle in an attempt to slip free before, with authority, Sayuki slung her unwilling cargo forwards once more!!
The Pumphandle Slam ended with ring rattling force, the impact of the smaller blondes back SMASHING against the plywood and blasting the air free from her lithe body. Lady shuddered as the canvas continued to flex, America’s Sweetheart barely able to keep her eyes open as she lay with her arms splayed outwards, her knees pointing idly towards the rafters as she struggled to recover.
Sayuki doesn't breathe easy despite the appearance of her gobsmacked foe. This gaijin had given her far too much resistance to take as lightly as Yuko had told her she could. Lifting her right boot, she forces down first one knee then the other.
The Invader climbs aboard in a front-facing kneeling straddle of the blonde's thighs, a palm placed lightly on either side of her foe's arms. Though it wasn't a classic pair of 'Setting Suns', that coming via a reverse-facing smother, Sayuki unleashes her creamy-skinned gurls from their crimson confinement. The breasts teardrop as Sayuki lowers toward her prey, planning on taking the air and the fight from the star-spangled grappler and leave her a flaccid husk of patriotism courtesy of a couple supple Mount Fijis atop her lips and nose.
The pretty peepers of the Flag Attired Heroine managed to flutter open the very moment her impending doom was sealed, her Baby Blues just barely visible above the Invaders cleverage as her airways became utterly obstructed, gazing worryingly into the victorious stare of her soon to be conqueror. She tried in vain to inhale a fresh breath, only to find herself suckling on plump flesh, her body panicking on reflex as her lithe frame was overcome by her opponents titanic might.
She struggled valiantly beneath her new Rival, however futile and ultimately tame as such efforts were. Lady bucked her hips mightily, only for Sayuki to be barely concerned before thrusting down with her own crotch, thumping the smaller blonde’s buttocks down hard onto the plywood beneath a series of short, sharp, powerful thrusts against her soon to be submissive sex. Liberties spine arched next, but it was impossible to remain tensed for longer than a few moments, and after a few seconds of effort, her tummy soon flattened beneath Sayuki’s rigid midriff as well. Finally the Golden Curled Darling attempted to pry Matsumoto away with her arms, willing the limp limbs into action, but the best effort that she could summon was to cradle her adversaries strong shoulders closer to her.
Lady’s peepers fluttered... and then closed entirely, a shudder running throughout her lithe body as she surrendered all lingering pretence of resistance.
The Official moved in, preparing to lift Lady’s unresponsive wrist for the first count...
Embracing her beaten blonde so Lady's shoulders don't touch the canvas, the ref's forced to confirm the knockout instead of the pin.
He drops Lady Liberty's leaden arm once.
A relieved Yuko heads for the ring steps for the trip up and, as she reaches the apron, the striped-shirt drops the blonde's limb a second time.
The manager is halfway through the ropes when the man lifts the soggy, flaccid patriot's arm a final time and, with Sayuki continuing to cup her bosom into an airtight seal...
...the valiant Lady's limb flops anticlimactically for the final time, no miracles happening tonight.
The official scrambles to his feet and immediately calls for the bell. The ring announcer is just as quick to chime in. "Your winner...by knockout...the Asian Invader...Sayuki Matsumoto!!"
Only then does Matsumoto-san let the blonde's face emerge, greasy and snoozy, the Lady's lids shut tight, her body relaxed into a stupor by Sayuki's Setting Suns. The Invader is helped to her feet by Yuko. And it's the manager who plants her foot atop the chest of the bested gaijin.
Meanwhile, Sayuki retrieves her top and puts it back in place for the raising of her arm. Ogura points to Sayuki proudly while maintaining her position of dominance over the softly stirring Lady. She stomps the blonde in her kitty, drawing a pitiful 'eep' from the star-spangled loser.
"Our second, more powerful Invasion has begun," Yuko shouts. "And with my Sayuki, Sayuri and Seah and my champion Reiko, we will dominate all your pathetic..." Yuko considers her translation. "...sweethearts, like this useless trash."
The crowd, already booing, raises their game to a new decibel level.
"Yes. You not like. But don't think it matters. For FAWN will be ours...again."
