Post by alyadmirer on May 18, 2016 22:08:43 GMT
As the crowd settles as best it can between fights involving gorgeous women, the urgent sound of “Sex on Wheels” by My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult catches the FAWNatics by surprise.
"SEX ON WHEELS":
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bdLyoCgDKFs
Though Sayuki Matsumoto’s earlier return to Orlando had shown another Asian Invasion is in its early stages, no one had yet seen South Korea’s most wicked export, Seah Sin.
But even before the crowd’s jeers can become full-throated, there she is. And beside her, the leader of the Asian Invasion, Yuko Ogura. The tiny businesswoman shows off Sin as if the woman is a treasured possession, Yuko remaining enthralled with the newest Invader in her army.
YUKO OGURA:
SEAH SIN:
Yuko demands the assembled show their respect but when that’s not forthcoming, the duo finally head down the ramp and aisle. Garbed in a shiny red one-piece, Seah’s cleavage plunges to the navel, but is strategically covered in black mesh. Red pads and ankle boots finish the attire.
Next to her, Ogura is in 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.
The Invaders stalk down the aisle, Seah ignoring the outstretched hands, Yuko shying from them. Ogura chirps back at the chants and catcalls, while the Korean won’t dignify them.
As they reach the ring, Yuko draws a microphone to her lips, some of the FAWNatics cringing at the sight of Ogura’s already grating voice being amplified.
“You have already felt the force of our return,” Yuko shouts as she rises up the ring steps.
Seah holds the middle and top ropes open wide for her manager, her leader slipping through before she follows behind. Yuko heads to the center with her ever-present stick.
“My Little Dragon is among you,” Ogura informs. “And you already know my greatest weapon is ready to dominate, destroying your Liberty .”
The bellowing crowd makes its unhappiness apparent, but Yuko hardly cares. She directs Seah to join her center stage.
“For those who want to try my Eurasian champion, Reiko Ohno, I have bad news. No one in FAWN has shown the will of the warrior and thus none will be given the opportunity to embarrass herself. I am here to announce you must show you are worthy by beating my weapon. My Sayuki. Until then Reiko will not dirty her hands.”
The crowd roars in disbelief and disapproval at the Invaders, who had already held the title hostage in Japan and will now apparently hold it hostage in Orlando with Matsumoto playing gatekeeper.
“As for my Little Dragon, she will be the next front of our Invasion and she dares anyone, from Europe, from Asia, from anywhere in the world to come take their beating.”
In unison, Seah and Yuko turn to the upper stage and, when there is no reply for a few seconds, Ogura turns her gaze back to the camera.
“Exactly.”
The two Asians share a derisive laugh, but it is cut short by a new voice coming through the PA speakers. "Oy! Coppin' yerselves on, are ye, bouzzies?" The audience erupts with cheers at the sound of Maeve Kane's voice even before she emerges from behind the curtain, microphone in hand. Although not scheduled to wrestle on tonight's card, she has come up in the roster rotation to be available backstage, in the event a booked wrestler can't compete.
MAEVE KANE:
Without pause, the Irish redhead...decked out in her standard gear of a Kelly green one-piece that tightly hugs her hourglass curves, and which displays her much-vaunted ‘Emerald Isles’ décolletage to their best advantage; atching green ankle boots with a cursive K emblazoned on the outside of each complete her look...saunters down the aisleway, lifting the mic back up to her lips to continue in her brogue, "Seems Oi recall placing the names of themselves, Reiko Ohno and Sayuki Matsumoto, on me list of planned arse-kickings." The fans cheer anew, recalling how Reiko's interference helped Sayuki beat Maeve in the not-too-distant past, subjecting the Irish battler to the humiliation of Matusmoto's "Setting Suns". All knew it was only a matter of time before Kane sought to balance that debt, and it appears now is the time.
Climbing up the steps to the apron and stepping between the ropes, the redhead shifts her gaze back and forth between Yuko and Seah as she says. "Now, if Oi have to go through whoever...she...is supposed t'be," Kane says, sneering at Seah and giving a dismissive wave of her hand." The South Korean's face twists into a mask of shocked anger at this affront, made all the more vexing to the brunette by the laughter from the crowd. "Then let's not wait fer the contracts to be brought out...let's do this right now, lassie!" With that, the Irishwoman tosses her mic to the ring announcer and stands there with hands on hips, a smug smirk on her face silently daring the Asians to make good on their offer of a match.
With both Invaders slackjawed from the insulting, arrogant Irishwoman, there seems little doubt Maeve has forced Yuko’s tiny hand.
“Well?”
Kane twists the word in like a knife and Yuko responds with a shriek.
“Done!”
Ogura points at the redhead and Seah is off like a Korean missile. As FAWN flunkies at ringside call for the nearest official, hell any official, Sin barrels toward the curvy Kane and lifts off a few feet out from her targets. Seah leaps into a dropkick aimed at Maeve’s bountiful bosom but Kane’s well-prepared for the steaming Invader and is able to brush aside the attack with a turn and a sweep of her hands.
The Irishwoman leaps on Yuko’s Little Dragon, landing on her back and hoping to ride her flat to the mat where she can maul Sin, but Seah slips out, around and behind Kane, grabbing the redhead’s left arm as she does. Pinning the limb in a tight hammerlock, it’s the Korean beauty who forces Maeve flat to the mat. She kneels on the pinned arm of Kane, leaving her hands free to sink into Maeve’s scalp and RIP her head back.
“Consider yourself the first to be shown this Invasion will be the ultimate,” Sin informs the grunting Kane. Seah SLAMS Maeve’s flawless features into the canvas, the noggin of the Irishwoman bouncing up from the impact, the smirk fully removed from Maeve’s mug.
“So I’m guessing you now know,” Seah growls as she rips Kane to her feet while she rises. “I’m supposed to be the woman who kicks your ass back to the Emerald Isle.”
As if to convince Kane, Seah spins the aching redhead to face her and lets loose with a judo chop into the ample chest of the veteran. The ‘SMACK’ reverberates through the arena, the requisite ‘WOOOO’ following behind as Maeve staggers, her face etched in pain. Seah steps close and delivers another that sends Kane into a wincing backpedal before a third sends the mouthy Riul flopping into the corner behind her, green eyes wide in shock, clearly surprised at how much force the Little Dragon could garner into the fire of her attack.
Her foe wedged into the corner, arms flung over the top rope on either side, Sin is far from finished. She pirouettes toward the curvy tag legend and burgeoning singles star, a spinning back fist on the menu as Seah plans to serve it to Maeve’s beestung lips. But Kane ducks the effort and sweeps Sin by, sending the Invader collapsing into the corner.
Having exchanged positions, Maeve prepares to light up the pert assets of the Korean grappler, but Seah sneaks underneath the backhand chop, wrapping her arms around the waist of the redhead. She lifts Kane off her boot leather, carrying her forward a few feet in her bearhug before laying out to the canvas and sending Kane flipping through a belly-to-belly suplex. There’s not nearly enough room for Maeve to hit canvas, instead she’s sent THUMPING into the buckles before careening down them and landing on her head and shoulders at the foot of the corner, dazed by the ingenuity of the Asian.
Seah spins to find the redhead stacked into a matchbook, her arse pointed to the lights, lower back leaning against the corner, legs in a succulent ivory, overturned ‘V’ on either side of her head. Glazed peepers pointed to the rafters, Maeve’s vision is quickly filled with more Sin. The Invader skips over the blasted Riul, her boot leather landing on the middle ropes on either side of the corner. Facing the crowd, she raises both arms high, drawing a rain of boos upon her.
From the outside, a squealing Ogura demands Seah get back to her demolition of the arrogant gaijin and Seah accedes to her wishes. With her hands tightly gripping the top rope, the Korean pops her legs high into the air above her and, after a near handstand, the limbs sweep down and SLAM into Maeve’s inner thighs, spreading the stems viciously wide.
Kane reaches for her groin muscles on either side of her crotch, mewling as she works at the shredded sinew. With her legs nearly in a full set of splits, the target between them is too much for Seah not to employ and enjoy. She beats Yuko to her demand, moving her right boot to the Irish kitty and grinding her foot into Kane’s ‘four-leaf clover’.
Maeve bites her lip but finally the curses cannot be contained, Kane letting loose with a string of expletives only ended when Seah lifts the boot and threatens a blunt force blow to the sweetmeat. Kane quiets and ‘washes windows’ with her raised palms.
“I’m in the ropes. SHE’S in the ropes,” Kane pleads with the official and the man does start a count that Seah summarily ends at ONE when she STOMPS her boot into Kane’s crotch. Maeve howls in pain, the force sending her tumbling out of her predicament and slopping to her side. The redhead curls to fetal, her hands buried between her legs.
On the outside, a rare chuckle emanates from the general of the invasion. The sleek and sinister businesswoman isn’t afraid to say ‘I told you so’ in her own inimitable style by touting Seah as the next lightweight champion and calling Maeve so much ‘gutter trash’.
Not in a condition to say otherwise, Maeve manages to remove one hand from her battered privates and grab the nearby bottom rope, trying to pull her way out of the ring. Surprisingly, Seah is a bit slow to stop her. It quickly becomes clear why when little Yuko takes advantage from behind with a rare physical display in the form of a double axehandle blow between the redhead’s shoulderblades.
As Yuko skips away in a state of euphoria, Maeve staggers forward, her body arching from the pain of the manager’s impromptu assault. Kane turns and provides Ogura a look pure contempt, but the businesswoman is already around the corner, making sure the official gets the Riul back in the ring.
Battered and dazed, Maeve's instincts tell her to remain outside of the ring for a spell, the better to gather her wits and formulate a strategy. But her pride, wounded by the mauling she's received, overrides wisdom, and she turns to reach for the ropes and haul herself back into the squared circle. But what she hadn't noticed, thanks to Yuko's distractions, was that Seah had herself stepped between the ropes, and now stood on the apron by the ringpost. Suddenly, the Korean races along the narrow canvas edge toward the redhead, who spots the movement in her peripheral vision. But a heartbeat later, before Kane can so much as react, she feels Sin's boot slam into the side of her face, sending her sprawling to the floor.
The Asian's exit from the ring had put a halt to the referee's count, so he starts anew at one. But Seah, now returned to within the confines of the ropes, had little trouble turning his attention away from the Irishwoman at ringside. The reason for this subterfuge is that Ogura, having tasted the exotic fruit of punishing another woman with her own bare hands, wishes to sup more fully at the banquet table. In what to the more naive eye would seem an act of charity, she helps the stunned Maeve back up to her feet. But she only wants the redhead upright so that she can unleash a stinging slap to Kane's cheek, followed by a backhanded blow to the other side of her face. Another slap cracks even louder against the victim's alabaster Gaelic skin. The Irish battler yips with each, staggering drunkenly backward until she bumps against the still guard rail. Then, Yuko wraps her delicate hands around Maeve's throat, savagely throttling her. The Generalisima of the Invasion leers menacingly and cackles with sinister glee as Kane's gasps and gurgles for precious air, her face turning red as her knees begin to buckle. Many fans begin to wonder if this match will end before Maeve can even get back into the ring.
But Yuko's delight is shattered by a desperate palm strike to either side of the Asian's head, the heel of Kane's hands slamming into her oppressor's ears. In her weakened condition, the redhead can't put as much force behind the effort as she might like, but considering the brunette's lack of experience at suffering such things, the impact is more than sufficient to cause her to shriek at an eardrum-piercing decibel. She pulls her hands free of Maeve's neck and covers her now-aching ears, quickly scurrying to the opposite side of ringside to avoid giving the European any further opportunities to lay hands upon her personage.
With a groan, Maeve pushes herself off of the railing and drags herself on her belly under the bottom rope back into the ring. No longer needing to occupy the zebra's attention, Seah roughly shoves him aside and rushes up to Kane, stomping a boot to the back of the redhead's skull. Dazed, Maeve nonetheless forces herself up to her hands and knees; unfortunately for her, that just inspires Sin to dash to the ropes, bound off of them, rush back toward the Irishwoman, and deliver a Curb Stomp, smashing her face down into the mat. Dropping to her knees, the Korean rolls her challenger over as if she were a sack of wet linens, and drops her petite body down across the redhead's chest for the pin. The ref slides into place on the canvas and slaps...
ONE...
TWO...
THR...KICKOUT!
Although she has staved off defeat...at least for the moment...Kane is still reeling, her eyes glazed as she rolls to her side and props herself up on an elbow, beads of sweat glistening across her pale skin. Even her most loyal partisans in the audience fear she destined for devastation tonight, and it's a belief fully shared by the other wrestler in the ring. Kipping up to her feet, Seah stalks around her opponent, circling her like a shark as she sneers, "Get up, Irish! Get up, so I can put your ass down once and for all!"
The Korean grappler reaches down to disdainfully shove the head of the tag legend when Kane reaches all fours.
“I said get up! Lose this battle with some dignity! Some pride!” Sin shouts.
Seah stomps on the redhead’s left set of fingers, Kane yelping as she pulls them off the canvas and cradles them close while on her haunches. Sin shakes her head and levels a left kick at the jugs of the busty Irishwoman. But Maeve catches the swinging boot between her arm and side, leaving a startled Seah hopping on her right.
Before she can trip the Invader to the ground and pound the Little Dragon, Seah bounces off her remaining grounded foot and sweeps a modified enziguri kick into the left temple of the Riul. The blow seems to ‘turn off’ Kane, her arms immediately dropping to her side. The redhead pitches to her face and lies motionless.
A sudden shriek from Yuko lets Seah know it’s time to collect the pin and the win. Sin drops to her knees and rolls her curvy emerald and ivory bundle over, Maeve groaning as she’s laid on her back and pressed tight to the deck by the Asian beauty in a crossbody press for...
ONE…
TWO…
TH…KICKOUT.
Again Kane survives to fight another day…if only she were fighting. Mostly she’s taking an arse whipping from the smaller quicker Invader, without a single answer to the newest Invasion of FAWN.
Sin glances at Ogura who screams for her Little Dragon to get back to work on the gaijin. Seah nods and rips the waning redheaded ragdoll up alongside her, the FAWNatics silenced by the unrelenting beating Maeve has undergone, Kane showing precious little offense if an abundance of survival instinct.
With Maeve on her feet, Seah in front of her, Kane explodes into action, swinging a scythe-like right arm toward Sin’s throat. But the smaller Seah slips under, around and behind Maeve. The golden arms of the Korean slip like deadly constrictors around the head and neck of the Irishwoman. With one arm ending pressed tight to Maeve’s temple the other against her foe’s carotid, Seah secures a sleeper hold. She adds a violent shake to the consciousness-depriving cut of Kane’s blood flow.
To make matters worse, Seah leaps onto the back of the wobbling Kane, wrapping her legs around the waist and over the curvy hips of the Riul. Riding the increasingly forlorn tag legend, Maeve looking like she could use a tag to Moira, Seah bears down on her fading foe. Maeve’s lids grow heavier by the second, her face growing rosy as her limbs grow leaden.
Desperate, Kane forces them over her head, clamping her hands behind Seah’s noggin, pulling the Invader’s chin tight to the crown of her head. Maeve drops to her knees and jaw-jacks the Little Dragon. Seah’s head snaps back with wicked force, her grasp around the head of the Irish lass evaporating. Sin backpedals before tripping and planting her taut little cheeks on the deck. Meanwhile, Kane tries to recover some of her senses and wits. She leans over to hands and knees, drawing in deep lungfuls of oxygen, as several feet away Seah massages her aching jaw.
With less to recover from and with the grating chirping of Yuko in her ear, it’s little surprise Seah is first to her feet, but Maeve is not far behind and in the time it takes Sin to stride to her target, Kane wheels with a balled right hand. The punch lands clean to Seah’s left cheek, snapping her head to the side. Sin responds with one of her own that connects, Maeve rocked. But not so much Kane doesn’t respond in kind, NAILING the Invader.
Determined to show she can beat the Irishwoman in a barroom brawl as easily as a wrestling match, Seah throws another fist at Kane only for Maeve to raise a forearm and block the blow. Kane connects and blocks, connects and blocks, Seah reeling as Yuko squeals in distress. Finally backed to ropes above her manager, a dazed Seah seems on a platter and Maeve is not one to pass up this meal. She pivots and brings a right uppercut from across the pond, sending it CRASHING into Sin’s chin. Seah cartwheels over the cables, off the apron, and flattens the wide-eyed Ogura underneath her Little Dragon.
The women use each other to crawl to their feet, Yuko screeching in protest, but as they try to untangle, Maeve heads for the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. She rebounds and barrels at the clueless twosome, flying through the strands and demolishing the Invader and her general like a pair of beautiful bowling pins. Kane sends the pair stumbling into the metal barrier where they crash and burn, sliding down the steel into two diminutive pools of slobberknocked Pac Rim destruction.
Standing above them, a drained and drenched Maeve raises a left arm and rings a roar out of the crowd before sinking her right set of nails into Seah’s scalp and ripping the suddenly vulnerable Invader to her feet.
The generous ref raises his voice at ‘EIGHT’ and Kane races Seah to the apron, tossing her in under the ropes and following behind at ‘NINE’.
Sin makes it to hands and knees before a vertical Maeve gets to stomping Seah into a rice paddy. The Korean curdles into a battered ball before the striped-shirt slides between the grapplers. Maeve grits her teeth and flares her nostrils, turning to find Yuko but Ogura is still trying to pull her way up with the help of the apron.
“Consider me an Irish Army of One, ye right scraggers,” Kane breathlessly informs the Invaders’ general.
As she turns her attention back to Sin, Seah reaches her boot soles if barely. Instantly, Maeve dives to the pit of both knees, brutally chop blocking the Little Dragon. The Korean chirps in pain as she’s knocked to her knees a follow-up soccer kick to the back of the skull from Kane planting Seah face first to the canvas.
“Yer gonna be cryin’ to your mum, you are,” Kane assures as she grabs for Sin’s left ankle, ready to snatch, lift and twist with an anklelock until she removes the Asian’s foot from her leg or the girl sings her swan song.
Seah shrieks and yowls in agony, swearing a blue streak at her tormentor that would shame Richard Pryor, were he still alive. From ringside, Yuko screams invectives in a mixture of Japanese and English at both Maeve and the referee, and angrily commands Seah to break free and regain control of the match. "If wishes were fishes," Kane wryly says to the manager, "then Oi'd slap ye upside yer head with a bloody trout!"
After what agonizingly feels like eternity, Sin is able to drag herself near enough to the ropes to reach out and grasp the bottom cable. The official calls for the redhead to release her hold, and somewhat surprisingly, Maeve does so without hesitation. Then again, when you're in complete command of the situation, you could afford a nod to the trappings of mercy. But mere trappings they are, as the Irish battler hasn't the least bit of mercy in her Celtic soul.
This she proves by grabbing her adversary by her jet black mane and hauling her up to her feet, then pulling her to the ropes which had been Seah's salvation mere moments before. Now, they are anything but salvation, as Kane drags the Korean's almond-shaped eyes across the top strand, causing her to scream from the searing pain. Blinded, the Asian Invader offers no resistance as her opponent then drags her by her mane to center ring, where with one hand around Sin's shoulder and another slipping up between her thighs, Maeve with a dip of her knees and a small grunt hoists her rival up. She holds her there, Seah's boots pointed Northward, for several long seconds before Kane returns her to the mat with a ring-jarring bodyslam. Yuko covers her face with her hands to avoid having to witness the collision of the Korean's back with the canvas-covered plywood, but her ears quite clearly hear the anguished gasp Seah gives.
The brunette lay there writhing, face contorted with pain, as Kane drops to her knees and goes for the cover, her chest pressing down across the more modest bosom of Sin while the redhead hooks a leg. The ref begins his count...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
A last-instant kickout saves Seah from defeat, but it seems to have cost her all she had left in her tank. Rather than reapply the pin however, Maeve opts to make her opponent pay for her insolence. She hauls the Asian Raggedy Ann up to unsteady feet, then Irish whips her to the far ropes. Kane then turns and races to the opposite ropes, intent on rebounding off of them to achieve maximum impact when Sin returns to her.
Unfortunately for the redhead, the best laid plans can be spun awry by the unforeseen...although she most certainly should have foreseen Yuko taking any opportunity she could to interfere. As Maeve's back nears the ropes, Ogura grabs the top cable, yanking it down. She releases it a moment later, with the result that the Irishwoman is startled to suddenly find her arms trapped between the ropes. The cables dig into Maeve's shoulders and into her armpits, binding her helplessly.
Seah, who has ricocheted off of the opposite ropes, stumbles to a halt just a few feet short of Maeve, who in furious frustration lashes out with a kick at her adversary, missing her by just inches. Instantly grasping this opportunity, Seah turns to the referee and starts arguing with him, couching much of her yelling in Korean so as to confuse him, and making certain his back is turned to Kane. That allows Yuko to climb up onto the ring apron and, from behind, wrap a choking arm around the redhead's throat, while with her free hand she displays an unexpected knowledge of specialized holds, grinding her thumb into Kane's carotid artery in an Oriental Spike. The dual effect stuns the Irish beauty, making it safe for the General to step between the ropes and face her.
Beaming a smile, Yuko then gleefully begins to deliver judo chop after judo chop to Maeve's chest, turning the pale flesh a blistered crimson. She then angles her blows so that they strike upward under her breasts, causing them to bounce violently within the confines...and then escape those confines, as her battered breasts pop out of the top of her suit! Ogura gives her palm a slow lick of her tongue, then delivers one final chop that leaves a red handprint across Kane's bosom. The She-Shogun then stealthily slips out of the ring and resumes her place on the floor, all seeming innocence, as Seah suddenly loses all interest in her debate with the zebra and roughly pushes past him in order to press her attack on the apparently helpless haridan.
But just how "helpless" Maeve may be is demonstrated heartbeats later, as the redhead punts a kick up between the wickets of her approaching opponent. Sin's slanted eyes go round with pain and she stumbles back, knock-kneed, her hands clutching her womanhood. Meanwhile, the ref is freeing Kane of the ropes.
Taking a moment to rub her shoulders and rotate her arms, Maeve turns her head to shoot a withering glare at Yuko, then returns her attention to the quivering Seah. Kane stalks right past her opponent, wordlessly grabbing her hair close to the roots atop her head and dragging her to the corner, where she roughly shoves the Korean against the turnbuckles. Standing with both feet on the bottom ropes on either side of Sin, Maeve cups her hands beneath her battered, yet nonetheless magnificent breasts, and then leans in, pressing them into Seah's face for a standing jug smother!
Yuko’s Little Dragon gets an unwanted feast of breastmeat, Kane stuffing her bounty close, covering the Korean’s nose and mouth, her dark darting eyes frantic. She pushes at the redhead but the punt to her pussy has significantly sapped the power of the smallest Invader. Maeve wraps her arms around the back of Seah’s head to lock the smother tighter. The Irishwoman sensually seals the breathing passages of the flailing Sin. It doesn’t take long for Seah’s efforts to become less coordinated.
Maeve doubles down, moving one hand higher, forcing Sin to dip the angle of her head, Seah now buried in darkness as she can feel the satiny jubblies further surround her senses. Outside of the fleshy confines, Yuko screams at her Invader to break free. Seah’s hands move to Maeve’s shoulders. She shoves hard enough to peel her shiny mug free for a second and get a quick gulp of air before Kane swallows her up again.
“I believe it’s time for all the lil’ Invaders to go to bed,” Kane purrs.
The soft but hardly subtle threat seems to stir the fight that remains in Sin. Desperate, she blindly lifts her right foot and stomps it, finding the target of Kane’s toes. The redheaded Riul yelps, reflexively taking a step back and providing the Korean some much needed slack. Seah slips her hands into the space and wedges free, stumbling away to the middle of the canvas, her golden-brown face greasy from its time in the humid environs of a fabled pair of bared weapons.
A gasping Sin drops to one knee and shakes her noggin, trying to find oxygen and bearings simultaneously. Behind her, a composed Maeve considers tucking her wares back into place. Deciding to go ‘Greek’ she places her left behind the sheath of Kelly green while leaving the right out for easy access.
Closing the distance easily on the genuflecting Invader, Maeve reaches a hand to Sin’s head, dipping her fingers into the raven mop of her foe. As she tangles her fingers, Seah’s right arm shoots out behind her, between the ivory legs of the Irishwoman. But instead of a return crotch blow, Seah pops Kane off her feet and across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. The Korean shows her recovery abilities are worth bowing to as she ‘hups’ Maeve into place, rising to her feet as she does.
The redhead squirms for her freedom and, before Sin can follow through on whatever plan Yuko is shrieking, Maeve slips free and down the Invader’s back. Whether the whole thing is by design or not, Seah spins into a back fist that THUMPS into Maeve’s right jawline like a cannonball. The head snap is violent and when Kane’s body follows it’s to no one’s surprise.
Maeve lies in a succulent starfish at Seah’s feet, Sin stooped and huffing even after the vicious connection that dropped her Celtic foe. A high-pitched complaint from the suggestively garbed businesswoman gets the Little Dragon breathing fire once more, Seah stomping the midriff of Kane until the redhead coughs back to life.
With Kane subdued, Seah moves to the nearest set of buckles and climbs up the corner, slowly and uncertainly, still feeling the aftereffects from her time nodding off in Maeve’s pillows. She stares blankly at Yuko’s commands but still rises to her perch. But as the Invader turns, Maeve is already on her feet. The redhead hops to a place on the bottom ropes and pushes a palm to the chest of the stooped Seah while grabbing a handful of Sin’s togs at her hip.
As Yuko squeals at the ref to get Kane off her cornered Little Dragon, Sin is sent FLYING halfway across the ring by a toss from the tag legend. Seah SLAMS to the deck with an echoing BANG and slides to a stop. To her credit, she rolls to her chest and starts to push to all fours, but that effort only sets Maeve into motion. She races to Sin and leaps, placing her boot behind the skull of the Korean, THUMPING Seah’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Celtic Curbstomp.
CELTIC CURBSTOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8Wv1IAjJYg
Seah’s head bounces so violently off the deck even Yuko is at a loss for words, the signature move by the Irishwoman drawing the crowd to their feet and leaving the Invasion flattened, Seah face down and motionless.
Maeve moves the ragdolled Invader into a floppy seat in front of her, Seah’s head bowed. Kane slaps the taste from Sin’s mouth to waken her, all the while climbing onto a seat on the Asian’s lap, face to face with the increasingly wide-eyed Seah. The dark peepers only get bigger as Maeve shrugs off the remaining half-cover of her jubblies.
Sin pushes at the curvy redhead as an increasingly frantic Yuko demands Sin retreat out of the ring. But with the battering and Maeve’s mass on her lap the Korean’s efforts are proving fruitless. The situation goes from bad to worse as Maeve wraps her ivory-skinned legs around the Invader and starts to crush her foe’s ribs with a tight scissors.
Seah gasps in pain but the sound is quickly enveloped as Maeve draws Sin’s face into her chest once more, the Riul’s arms snaking around Sin in a signature front sleeper.
Yuko slaps the mat in an apoplectic rage but her demands and energy are not magically transferred to the fading Seah. With Sin’s face again buried in the pneumatic cleavage of the deadly Kane, Seah pushes vainly and blindly at the redhead before shaking into spasms, her airflow becoming nothing more than salty pulls on Kane’s succulent weapons.
When Seah’s movements weaken and shudder to a stop, chin drooping, arms leaden at her sides, the official knows to move next to the drained Invader. He lifts Seah’s golden-brown arm and it drops; he repeats and it falls lifelessly a second time. Yuko shrieks to waken her Little Dragon, but the limb falls a third time and the man instantly calls for the bell.
Kane keeps her smothering sleeper tight, a grin emerging with her victory. She refuses to let go until the ring announcer makes it official.
“Your winner…by knockout….Maeve Kane!”
Even then the redhead turns to Yuko and demands a ‘please’. A growly Ogura refuses.
When the ref threatens to reverse his decision, Kane relents, releasing her grip and ending her forcefeeding. Seah’s upper half flops to the mat, as leaden as her arms, a string of drool leading from her lower lip to Maeve’s bare bosom. When the back of Sin’s head hits the canvas it breaks.
The veteran raises her arms in victory, the ref grabbing one wrist and pointing at the victor. Kane demands the man help her up and he pulls the victor off the vanquished, Maeve dismounting and staring down at the repulsed Invader.
She turns to Yuko and the nearest lens in succession.
“There’s only one woman that’ll be bringing the war to these wannabes and I’m going to take it all to the way to their paper champion. Sayuki…you’re next. Then Reiko will go down and the Eurasian gold will be home.”
Kane motions her hands around her waist.
“Back where she belongs. On a lass of the Eire!”
"SEX ON WHEELS":
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bdLyoCgDKFs
Though Sayuki Matsumoto’s earlier return to Orlando had shown another Asian Invasion is in its early stages, no one had yet seen South Korea’s most wicked export, Seah Sin.
But even before the crowd’s jeers can become full-throated, there she is. And beside her, the leader of the Asian Invasion, Yuko Ogura. The tiny businesswoman shows off Sin as if the woman is a treasured possession, Yuko remaining enthralled with the newest Invader in her army.
YUKO OGURA:
SEAH SIN:
Yuko demands the assembled show their respect but when that’s not forthcoming, the duo finally head down the ramp and aisle. Garbed in a shiny red one-piece, Seah’s cleavage plunges to the navel, but is strategically covered in black mesh. Red pads and ankle boots finish the attire.
Next to her, Ogura is in 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.
The Invaders stalk down the aisle, Seah ignoring the outstretched hands, Yuko shying from them. Ogura chirps back at the chants and catcalls, while the Korean won’t dignify them.
As they reach the ring, Yuko draws a microphone to her lips, some of the FAWNatics cringing at the sight of Ogura’s already grating voice being amplified.
“You have already felt the force of our return,” Yuko shouts as she rises up the ring steps.
Seah holds the middle and top ropes open wide for her manager, her leader slipping through before she follows behind. Yuko heads to the center with her ever-present stick.
“My Little Dragon is among you,” Ogura informs. “And you already know my greatest weapon is ready to dominate, destroying your Liberty .”
The bellowing crowd makes its unhappiness apparent, but Yuko hardly cares. She directs Seah to join her center stage.
“For those who want to try my Eurasian champion, Reiko Ohno, I have bad news. No one in FAWN has shown the will of the warrior and thus none will be given the opportunity to embarrass herself. I am here to announce you must show you are worthy by beating my weapon. My Sayuki. Until then Reiko will not dirty her hands.”
The crowd roars in disbelief and disapproval at the Invaders, who had already held the title hostage in Japan and will now apparently hold it hostage in Orlando with Matsumoto playing gatekeeper.
“As for my Little Dragon, she will be the next front of our Invasion and she dares anyone, from Europe, from Asia, from anywhere in the world to come take their beating.”
In unison, Seah and Yuko turn to the upper stage and, when there is no reply for a few seconds, Ogura turns her gaze back to the camera.
“Exactly.”
The two Asians share a derisive laugh, but it is cut short by a new voice coming through the PA speakers. "Oy! Coppin' yerselves on, are ye, bouzzies?" The audience erupts with cheers at the sound of Maeve Kane's voice even before she emerges from behind the curtain, microphone in hand. Although not scheduled to wrestle on tonight's card, she has come up in the roster rotation to be available backstage, in the event a booked wrestler can't compete.
MAEVE KANE:
Without pause, the Irish redhead...decked out in her standard gear of a Kelly green one-piece that tightly hugs her hourglass curves, and which displays her much-vaunted ‘Emerald Isles’ décolletage to their best advantage; atching green ankle boots with a cursive K emblazoned on the outside of each complete her look...saunters down the aisleway, lifting the mic back up to her lips to continue in her brogue, "Seems Oi recall placing the names of themselves, Reiko Ohno and Sayuki Matsumoto, on me list of planned arse-kickings." The fans cheer anew, recalling how Reiko's interference helped Sayuki beat Maeve in the not-too-distant past, subjecting the Irish battler to the humiliation of Matusmoto's "Setting Suns". All knew it was only a matter of time before Kane sought to balance that debt, and it appears now is the time.
Climbing up the steps to the apron and stepping between the ropes, the redhead shifts her gaze back and forth between Yuko and Seah as she says. "Now, if Oi have to go through whoever...she...is supposed t'be," Kane says, sneering at Seah and giving a dismissive wave of her hand." The South Korean's face twists into a mask of shocked anger at this affront, made all the more vexing to the brunette by the laughter from the crowd. "Then let's not wait fer the contracts to be brought out...let's do this right now, lassie!" With that, the Irishwoman tosses her mic to the ring announcer and stands there with hands on hips, a smug smirk on her face silently daring the Asians to make good on their offer of a match.
With both Invaders slackjawed from the insulting, arrogant Irishwoman, there seems little doubt Maeve has forced Yuko’s tiny hand.
“Well?”
Kane twists the word in like a knife and Yuko responds with a shriek.
“Done!”
Ogura points at the redhead and Seah is off like a Korean missile. As FAWN flunkies at ringside call for the nearest official, hell any official, Sin barrels toward the curvy Kane and lifts off a few feet out from her targets. Seah leaps into a dropkick aimed at Maeve’s bountiful bosom but Kane’s well-prepared for the steaming Invader and is able to brush aside the attack with a turn and a sweep of her hands.
The Irishwoman leaps on Yuko’s Little Dragon, landing on her back and hoping to ride her flat to the mat where she can maul Sin, but Seah slips out, around and behind Kane, grabbing the redhead’s left arm as she does. Pinning the limb in a tight hammerlock, it’s the Korean beauty who forces Maeve flat to the mat. She kneels on the pinned arm of Kane, leaving her hands free to sink into Maeve’s scalp and RIP her head back.
“Consider yourself the first to be shown this Invasion will be the ultimate,” Sin informs the grunting Kane. Seah SLAMS Maeve’s flawless features into the canvas, the noggin of the Irishwoman bouncing up from the impact, the smirk fully removed from Maeve’s mug.
“So I’m guessing you now know,” Seah growls as she rips Kane to her feet while she rises. “I’m supposed to be the woman who kicks your ass back to the Emerald Isle.”
As if to convince Kane, Seah spins the aching redhead to face her and lets loose with a judo chop into the ample chest of the veteran. The ‘SMACK’ reverberates through the arena, the requisite ‘WOOOO’ following behind as Maeve staggers, her face etched in pain. Seah steps close and delivers another that sends Kane into a wincing backpedal before a third sends the mouthy Riul flopping into the corner behind her, green eyes wide in shock, clearly surprised at how much force the Little Dragon could garner into the fire of her attack.
Her foe wedged into the corner, arms flung over the top rope on either side, Sin is far from finished. She pirouettes toward the curvy tag legend and burgeoning singles star, a spinning back fist on the menu as Seah plans to serve it to Maeve’s beestung lips. But Kane ducks the effort and sweeps Sin by, sending the Invader collapsing into the corner.
Having exchanged positions, Maeve prepares to light up the pert assets of the Korean grappler, but Seah sneaks underneath the backhand chop, wrapping her arms around the waist of the redhead. She lifts Kane off her boot leather, carrying her forward a few feet in her bearhug before laying out to the canvas and sending Kane flipping through a belly-to-belly suplex. There’s not nearly enough room for Maeve to hit canvas, instead she’s sent THUMPING into the buckles before careening down them and landing on her head and shoulders at the foot of the corner, dazed by the ingenuity of the Asian.
Seah spins to find the redhead stacked into a matchbook, her arse pointed to the lights, lower back leaning against the corner, legs in a succulent ivory, overturned ‘V’ on either side of her head. Glazed peepers pointed to the rafters, Maeve’s vision is quickly filled with more Sin. The Invader skips over the blasted Riul, her boot leather landing on the middle ropes on either side of the corner. Facing the crowd, she raises both arms high, drawing a rain of boos upon her.
From the outside, a squealing Ogura demands Seah get back to her demolition of the arrogant gaijin and Seah accedes to her wishes. With her hands tightly gripping the top rope, the Korean pops her legs high into the air above her and, after a near handstand, the limbs sweep down and SLAM into Maeve’s inner thighs, spreading the stems viciously wide.
Kane reaches for her groin muscles on either side of her crotch, mewling as she works at the shredded sinew. With her legs nearly in a full set of splits, the target between them is too much for Seah not to employ and enjoy. She beats Yuko to her demand, moving her right boot to the Irish kitty and grinding her foot into Kane’s ‘four-leaf clover’.
Maeve bites her lip but finally the curses cannot be contained, Kane letting loose with a string of expletives only ended when Seah lifts the boot and threatens a blunt force blow to the sweetmeat. Kane quiets and ‘washes windows’ with her raised palms.
“I’m in the ropes. SHE’S in the ropes,” Kane pleads with the official and the man does start a count that Seah summarily ends at ONE when she STOMPS her boot into Kane’s crotch. Maeve howls in pain, the force sending her tumbling out of her predicament and slopping to her side. The redhead curls to fetal, her hands buried between her legs.
On the outside, a rare chuckle emanates from the general of the invasion. The sleek and sinister businesswoman isn’t afraid to say ‘I told you so’ in her own inimitable style by touting Seah as the next lightweight champion and calling Maeve so much ‘gutter trash’.
Not in a condition to say otherwise, Maeve manages to remove one hand from her battered privates and grab the nearby bottom rope, trying to pull her way out of the ring. Surprisingly, Seah is a bit slow to stop her. It quickly becomes clear why when little Yuko takes advantage from behind with a rare physical display in the form of a double axehandle blow between the redhead’s shoulderblades.
As Yuko skips away in a state of euphoria, Maeve staggers forward, her body arching from the pain of the manager’s impromptu assault. Kane turns and provides Ogura a look pure contempt, but the businesswoman is already around the corner, making sure the official gets the Riul back in the ring.
Battered and dazed, Maeve's instincts tell her to remain outside of the ring for a spell, the better to gather her wits and formulate a strategy. But her pride, wounded by the mauling she's received, overrides wisdom, and she turns to reach for the ropes and haul herself back into the squared circle. But what she hadn't noticed, thanks to Yuko's distractions, was that Seah had herself stepped between the ropes, and now stood on the apron by the ringpost. Suddenly, the Korean races along the narrow canvas edge toward the redhead, who spots the movement in her peripheral vision. But a heartbeat later, before Kane can so much as react, she feels Sin's boot slam into the side of her face, sending her sprawling to the floor.
The Asian's exit from the ring had put a halt to the referee's count, so he starts anew at one. But Seah, now returned to within the confines of the ropes, had little trouble turning his attention away from the Irishwoman at ringside. The reason for this subterfuge is that Ogura, having tasted the exotic fruit of punishing another woman with her own bare hands, wishes to sup more fully at the banquet table. In what to the more naive eye would seem an act of charity, she helps the stunned Maeve back up to her feet. But she only wants the redhead upright so that she can unleash a stinging slap to Kane's cheek, followed by a backhanded blow to the other side of her face. Another slap cracks even louder against the victim's alabaster Gaelic skin. The Irish battler yips with each, staggering drunkenly backward until she bumps against the still guard rail. Then, Yuko wraps her delicate hands around Maeve's throat, savagely throttling her. The Generalisima of the Invasion leers menacingly and cackles with sinister glee as Kane's gasps and gurgles for precious air, her face turning red as her knees begin to buckle. Many fans begin to wonder if this match will end before Maeve can even get back into the ring.
But Yuko's delight is shattered by a desperate palm strike to either side of the Asian's head, the heel of Kane's hands slamming into her oppressor's ears. In her weakened condition, the redhead can't put as much force behind the effort as she might like, but considering the brunette's lack of experience at suffering such things, the impact is more than sufficient to cause her to shriek at an eardrum-piercing decibel. She pulls her hands free of Maeve's neck and covers her now-aching ears, quickly scurrying to the opposite side of ringside to avoid giving the European any further opportunities to lay hands upon her personage.
With a groan, Maeve pushes herself off of the railing and drags herself on her belly under the bottom rope back into the ring. No longer needing to occupy the zebra's attention, Seah roughly shoves him aside and rushes up to Kane, stomping a boot to the back of the redhead's skull. Dazed, Maeve nonetheless forces herself up to her hands and knees; unfortunately for her, that just inspires Sin to dash to the ropes, bound off of them, rush back toward the Irishwoman, and deliver a Curb Stomp, smashing her face down into the mat. Dropping to her knees, the Korean rolls her challenger over as if she were a sack of wet linens, and drops her petite body down across the redhead's chest for the pin. The ref slides into place on the canvas and slaps...
ONE...
TWO...
THR...KICKOUT!
Although she has staved off defeat...at least for the moment...Kane is still reeling, her eyes glazed as she rolls to her side and props herself up on an elbow, beads of sweat glistening across her pale skin. Even her most loyal partisans in the audience fear she destined for devastation tonight, and it's a belief fully shared by the other wrestler in the ring. Kipping up to her feet, Seah stalks around her opponent, circling her like a shark as she sneers, "Get up, Irish! Get up, so I can put your ass down once and for all!"
The Korean grappler reaches down to disdainfully shove the head of the tag legend when Kane reaches all fours.
“I said get up! Lose this battle with some dignity! Some pride!” Sin shouts.
Seah stomps on the redhead’s left set of fingers, Kane yelping as she pulls them off the canvas and cradles them close while on her haunches. Sin shakes her head and levels a left kick at the jugs of the busty Irishwoman. But Maeve catches the swinging boot between her arm and side, leaving a startled Seah hopping on her right.
Before she can trip the Invader to the ground and pound the Little Dragon, Seah bounces off her remaining grounded foot and sweeps a modified enziguri kick into the left temple of the Riul. The blow seems to ‘turn off’ Kane, her arms immediately dropping to her side. The redhead pitches to her face and lies motionless.
A sudden shriek from Yuko lets Seah know it’s time to collect the pin and the win. Sin drops to her knees and rolls her curvy emerald and ivory bundle over, Maeve groaning as she’s laid on her back and pressed tight to the deck by the Asian beauty in a crossbody press for...
ONE…
TWO…
TH…KICKOUT.
Again Kane survives to fight another day…if only she were fighting. Mostly she’s taking an arse whipping from the smaller quicker Invader, without a single answer to the newest Invasion of FAWN.
Sin glances at Ogura who screams for her Little Dragon to get back to work on the gaijin. Seah nods and rips the waning redheaded ragdoll up alongside her, the FAWNatics silenced by the unrelenting beating Maeve has undergone, Kane showing precious little offense if an abundance of survival instinct.
With Maeve on her feet, Seah in front of her, Kane explodes into action, swinging a scythe-like right arm toward Sin’s throat. But the smaller Seah slips under, around and behind Maeve. The golden arms of the Korean slip like deadly constrictors around the head and neck of the Irishwoman. With one arm ending pressed tight to Maeve’s temple the other against her foe’s carotid, Seah secures a sleeper hold. She adds a violent shake to the consciousness-depriving cut of Kane’s blood flow.
To make matters worse, Seah leaps onto the back of the wobbling Kane, wrapping her legs around the waist and over the curvy hips of the Riul. Riding the increasingly forlorn tag legend, Maeve looking like she could use a tag to Moira, Seah bears down on her fading foe. Maeve’s lids grow heavier by the second, her face growing rosy as her limbs grow leaden.
Desperate, Kane forces them over her head, clamping her hands behind Seah’s noggin, pulling the Invader’s chin tight to the crown of her head. Maeve drops to her knees and jaw-jacks the Little Dragon. Seah’s head snaps back with wicked force, her grasp around the head of the Irish lass evaporating. Sin backpedals before tripping and planting her taut little cheeks on the deck. Meanwhile, Kane tries to recover some of her senses and wits. She leans over to hands and knees, drawing in deep lungfuls of oxygen, as several feet away Seah massages her aching jaw.
With less to recover from and with the grating chirping of Yuko in her ear, it’s little surprise Seah is first to her feet, but Maeve is not far behind and in the time it takes Sin to stride to her target, Kane wheels with a balled right hand. The punch lands clean to Seah’s left cheek, snapping her head to the side. Sin responds with one of her own that connects, Maeve rocked. But not so much Kane doesn’t respond in kind, NAILING the Invader.
Determined to show she can beat the Irishwoman in a barroom brawl as easily as a wrestling match, Seah throws another fist at Kane only for Maeve to raise a forearm and block the blow. Kane connects and blocks, connects and blocks, Seah reeling as Yuko squeals in distress. Finally backed to ropes above her manager, a dazed Seah seems on a platter and Maeve is not one to pass up this meal. She pivots and brings a right uppercut from across the pond, sending it CRASHING into Sin’s chin. Seah cartwheels over the cables, off the apron, and flattens the wide-eyed Ogura underneath her Little Dragon.
The women use each other to crawl to their feet, Yuko screeching in protest, but as they try to untangle, Maeve heads for the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. She rebounds and barrels at the clueless twosome, flying through the strands and demolishing the Invader and her general like a pair of beautiful bowling pins. Kane sends the pair stumbling into the metal barrier where they crash and burn, sliding down the steel into two diminutive pools of slobberknocked Pac Rim destruction.
Standing above them, a drained and drenched Maeve raises a left arm and rings a roar out of the crowd before sinking her right set of nails into Seah’s scalp and ripping the suddenly vulnerable Invader to her feet.
The generous ref raises his voice at ‘EIGHT’ and Kane races Seah to the apron, tossing her in under the ropes and following behind at ‘NINE’.
Sin makes it to hands and knees before a vertical Maeve gets to stomping Seah into a rice paddy. The Korean curdles into a battered ball before the striped-shirt slides between the grapplers. Maeve grits her teeth and flares her nostrils, turning to find Yuko but Ogura is still trying to pull her way up with the help of the apron.
“Consider me an Irish Army of One, ye right scraggers,” Kane breathlessly informs the Invaders’ general.
As she turns her attention back to Sin, Seah reaches her boot soles if barely. Instantly, Maeve dives to the pit of both knees, brutally chop blocking the Little Dragon. The Korean chirps in pain as she’s knocked to her knees a follow-up soccer kick to the back of the skull from Kane planting Seah face first to the canvas.
“Yer gonna be cryin’ to your mum, you are,” Kane assures as she grabs for Sin’s left ankle, ready to snatch, lift and twist with an anklelock until she removes the Asian’s foot from her leg or the girl sings her swan song.
Seah shrieks and yowls in agony, swearing a blue streak at her tormentor that would shame Richard Pryor, were he still alive. From ringside, Yuko screams invectives in a mixture of Japanese and English at both Maeve and the referee, and angrily commands Seah to break free and regain control of the match. "If wishes were fishes," Kane wryly says to the manager, "then Oi'd slap ye upside yer head with a bloody trout!"
After what agonizingly feels like eternity, Sin is able to drag herself near enough to the ropes to reach out and grasp the bottom cable. The official calls for the redhead to release her hold, and somewhat surprisingly, Maeve does so without hesitation. Then again, when you're in complete command of the situation, you could afford a nod to the trappings of mercy. But mere trappings they are, as the Irish battler hasn't the least bit of mercy in her Celtic soul.
This she proves by grabbing her adversary by her jet black mane and hauling her up to her feet, then pulling her to the ropes which had been Seah's salvation mere moments before. Now, they are anything but salvation, as Kane drags the Korean's almond-shaped eyes across the top strand, causing her to scream from the searing pain. Blinded, the Asian Invader offers no resistance as her opponent then drags her by her mane to center ring, where with one hand around Sin's shoulder and another slipping up between her thighs, Maeve with a dip of her knees and a small grunt hoists her rival up. She holds her there, Seah's boots pointed Northward, for several long seconds before Kane returns her to the mat with a ring-jarring bodyslam. Yuko covers her face with her hands to avoid having to witness the collision of the Korean's back with the canvas-covered plywood, but her ears quite clearly hear the anguished gasp Seah gives.
The brunette lay there writhing, face contorted with pain, as Kane drops to her knees and goes for the cover, her chest pressing down across the more modest bosom of Sin while the redhead hooks a leg. The ref begins his count...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
A last-instant kickout saves Seah from defeat, but it seems to have cost her all she had left in her tank. Rather than reapply the pin however, Maeve opts to make her opponent pay for her insolence. She hauls the Asian Raggedy Ann up to unsteady feet, then Irish whips her to the far ropes. Kane then turns and races to the opposite ropes, intent on rebounding off of them to achieve maximum impact when Sin returns to her.
Unfortunately for the redhead, the best laid plans can be spun awry by the unforeseen...although she most certainly should have foreseen Yuko taking any opportunity she could to interfere. As Maeve's back nears the ropes, Ogura grabs the top cable, yanking it down. She releases it a moment later, with the result that the Irishwoman is startled to suddenly find her arms trapped between the ropes. The cables dig into Maeve's shoulders and into her armpits, binding her helplessly.
Seah, who has ricocheted off of the opposite ropes, stumbles to a halt just a few feet short of Maeve, who in furious frustration lashes out with a kick at her adversary, missing her by just inches. Instantly grasping this opportunity, Seah turns to the referee and starts arguing with him, couching much of her yelling in Korean so as to confuse him, and making certain his back is turned to Kane. That allows Yuko to climb up onto the ring apron and, from behind, wrap a choking arm around the redhead's throat, while with her free hand she displays an unexpected knowledge of specialized holds, grinding her thumb into Kane's carotid artery in an Oriental Spike. The dual effect stuns the Irish beauty, making it safe for the General to step between the ropes and face her.
Beaming a smile, Yuko then gleefully begins to deliver judo chop after judo chop to Maeve's chest, turning the pale flesh a blistered crimson. She then angles her blows so that they strike upward under her breasts, causing them to bounce violently within the confines...and then escape those confines, as her battered breasts pop out of the top of her suit! Ogura gives her palm a slow lick of her tongue, then delivers one final chop that leaves a red handprint across Kane's bosom. The She-Shogun then stealthily slips out of the ring and resumes her place on the floor, all seeming innocence, as Seah suddenly loses all interest in her debate with the zebra and roughly pushes past him in order to press her attack on the apparently helpless haridan.
But just how "helpless" Maeve may be is demonstrated heartbeats later, as the redhead punts a kick up between the wickets of her approaching opponent. Sin's slanted eyes go round with pain and she stumbles back, knock-kneed, her hands clutching her womanhood. Meanwhile, the ref is freeing Kane of the ropes.
Taking a moment to rub her shoulders and rotate her arms, Maeve turns her head to shoot a withering glare at Yuko, then returns her attention to the quivering Seah. Kane stalks right past her opponent, wordlessly grabbing her hair close to the roots atop her head and dragging her to the corner, where she roughly shoves the Korean against the turnbuckles. Standing with both feet on the bottom ropes on either side of Sin, Maeve cups her hands beneath her battered, yet nonetheless magnificent breasts, and then leans in, pressing them into Seah's face for a standing jug smother!
Yuko’s Little Dragon gets an unwanted feast of breastmeat, Kane stuffing her bounty close, covering the Korean’s nose and mouth, her dark darting eyes frantic. She pushes at the redhead but the punt to her pussy has significantly sapped the power of the smallest Invader. Maeve wraps her arms around the back of Seah’s head to lock the smother tighter. The Irishwoman sensually seals the breathing passages of the flailing Sin. It doesn’t take long for Seah’s efforts to become less coordinated.
Maeve doubles down, moving one hand higher, forcing Sin to dip the angle of her head, Seah now buried in darkness as she can feel the satiny jubblies further surround her senses. Outside of the fleshy confines, Yuko screams at her Invader to break free. Seah’s hands move to Maeve’s shoulders. She shoves hard enough to peel her shiny mug free for a second and get a quick gulp of air before Kane swallows her up again.
“I believe it’s time for all the lil’ Invaders to go to bed,” Kane purrs.
The soft but hardly subtle threat seems to stir the fight that remains in Sin. Desperate, she blindly lifts her right foot and stomps it, finding the target of Kane’s toes. The redheaded Riul yelps, reflexively taking a step back and providing the Korean some much needed slack. Seah slips her hands into the space and wedges free, stumbling away to the middle of the canvas, her golden-brown face greasy from its time in the humid environs of a fabled pair of bared weapons.
A gasping Sin drops to one knee and shakes her noggin, trying to find oxygen and bearings simultaneously. Behind her, a composed Maeve considers tucking her wares back into place. Deciding to go ‘Greek’ she places her left behind the sheath of Kelly green while leaving the right out for easy access.
Closing the distance easily on the genuflecting Invader, Maeve reaches a hand to Sin’s head, dipping her fingers into the raven mop of her foe. As she tangles her fingers, Seah’s right arm shoots out behind her, between the ivory legs of the Irishwoman. But instead of a return crotch blow, Seah pops Kane off her feet and across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry. The Korean shows her recovery abilities are worth bowing to as she ‘hups’ Maeve into place, rising to her feet as she does.
The redhead squirms for her freedom and, before Sin can follow through on whatever plan Yuko is shrieking, Maeve slips free and down the Invader’s back. Whether the whole thing is by design or not, Seah spins into a back fist that THUMPS into Maeve’s right jawline like a cannonball. The head snap is violent and when Kane’s body follows it’s to no one’s surprise.
Maeve lies in a succulent starfish at Seah’s feet, Sin stooped and huffing even after the vicious connection that dropped her Celtic foe. A high-pitched complaint from the suggestively garbed businesswoman gets the Little Dragon breathing fire once more, Seah stomping the midriff of Kane until the redhead coughs back to life.
With Kane subdued, Seah moves to the nearest set of buckles and climbs up the corner, slowly and uncertainly, still feeling the aftereffects from her time nodding off in Maeve’s pillows. She stares blankly at Yuko’s commands but still rises to her perch. But as the Invader turns, Maeve is already on her feet. The redhead hops to a place on the bottom ropes and pushes a palm to the chest of the stooped Seah while grabbing a handful of Sin’s togs at her hip.
As Yuko squeals at the ref to get Kane off her cornered Little Dragon, Sin is sent FLYING halfway across the ring by a toss from the tag legend. Seah SLAMS to the deck with an echoing BANG and slides to a stop. To her credit, she rolls to her chest and starts to push to all fours, but that effort only sets Maeve into motion. She races to Sin and leaps, placing her boot behind the skull of the Korean, THUMPING Seah’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Celtic Curbstomp.
CELTIC CURBSTOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8Wv1IAjJYg
Seah’s head bounces so violently off the deck even Yuko is at a loss for words, the signature move by the Irishwoman drawing the crowd to their feet and leaving the Invasion flattened, Seah face down and motionless.
Maeve moves the ragdolled Invader into a floppy seat in front of her, Seah’s head bowed. Kane slaps the taste from Sin’s mouth to waken her, all the while climbing onto a seat on the Asian’s lap, face to face with the increasingly wide-eyed Seah. The dark peepers only get bigger as Maeve shrugs off the remaining half-cover of her jubblies.
Sin pushes at the curvy redhead as an increasingly frantic Yuko demands Sin retreat out of the ring. But with the battering and Maeve’s mass on her lap the Korean’s efforts are proving fruitless. The situation goes from bad to worse as Maeve wraps her ivory-skinned legs around the Invader and starts to crush her foe’s ribs with a tight scissors.
Seah gasps in pain but the sound is quickly enveloped as Maeve draws Sin’s face into her chest once more, the Riul’s arms snaking around Sin in a signature front sleeper.
Yuko slaps the mat in an apoplectic rage but her demands and energy are not magically transferred to the fading Seah. With Sin’s face again buried in the pneumatic cleavage of the deadly Kane, Seah pushes vainly and blindly at the redhead before shaking into spasms, her airflow becoming nothing more than salty pulls on Kane’s succulent weapons.
When Seah’s movements weaken and shudder to a stop, chin drooping, arms leaden at her sides, the official knows to move next to the drained Invader. He lifts Seah’s golden-brown arm and it drops; he repeats and it falls lifelessly a second time. Yuko shrieks to waken her Little Dragon, but the limb falls a third time and the man instantly calls for the bell.
Kane keeps her smothering sleeper tight, a grin emerging with her victory. She refuses to let go until the ring announcer makes it official.
“Your winner…by knockout….Maeve Kane!”
Even then the redhead turns to Yuko and demands a ‘please’. A growly Ogura refuses.
When the ref threatens to reverse his decision, Kane relents, releasing her grip and ending her forcefeeding. Seah’s upper half flops to the mat, as leaden as her arms, a string of drool leading from her lower lip to Maeve’s bare bosom. When the back of Sin’s head hits the canvas it breaks.
The veteran raises her arms in victory, the ref grabbing one wrist and pointing at the victor. Kane demands the man help her up and he pulls the victor off the vanquished, Maeve dismounting and staring down at the repulsed Invader.
She turns to Yuko and the nearest lens in succession.
“There’s only one woman that’ll be bringing the war to these wannabes and I’m going to take it all to the way to their paper champion. Sayuki…you’re next. Then Reiko will go down and the Eurasian gold will be home.”
Kane motions her hands around her waist.
“Back where she belongs. On a lass of the Eire!”