Post by bigfan on Oct 31, 2016 22:46:07 GMT
The FAWNatics seem more than ready for gold to be on the line and, when "Exotic” by Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull hits the speakers, they realize the Eurasian belt is about to be defended on American soil for the first time in over a year.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU ).
The sense of excitement turns to vocal displeasure when the curtains part, revealing a set of musclebound men, clad in gold loin clothes and sandals. The four carry an ornate bed, where the Bollywood Bombshell lies. The assembled let loose with a cascade of abuse, seemingly every person making their revulsion known. As the ‘exotic’ woman on the curious conveyance is carried toward the ring, the FAWNatics continue to batter with boos the despicable creature carried by her consorts.
The copper-skinned beauty writhes on her cushioned platform to the sound of the catchy beat. Below, the men’s gaze never leaves the ring, seemingly oblivious to the outstretched hands of the fans and the movements of the bronzed, raven-haired beauty above.
The PA sputters to life, heralding the arrival of India’s greatest export.
"Tonight’s next match is one fall with a 20-minute time limit and is for the Eurasian title. Standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 133 pounds from Cawnpore , India ...Amara Singh."
AMARA SINGH:
The spectacle halts, having reached its destination. The men lower the ornate bed so it is even with the apron and Singh gracefully slides from bedside to ringside. The Indian grappler faces the crowd, proceeding to dance seductively to the remainder of PeeCee and the feat’ing Pitbull, Singh sliding from a sparkling gold robe and revealing the curvy form beneath.
The momentary striptease draws a round of rabid applause within the jeers, Singh dropping a pearly sneer upon Orlando’s great unwashed. She turns and moves through the ropes, a dangerous attraction from the subcontinent with the ability to burst from the background given the chance.
Amara is clad in an ornately designed, gold bra and matching gold and red, lacy harem pants, jewels glittering from bracelets on her wrists, her feet bare. Her raven tresses fall down her back in wild waves, dark copper skin glowing under the lights. She does one last twirl for the crowd before taking center stage, ready to take the belt the Asian Invasion and Reiko had held by hook and crook for an extended period.
With the crowd already stoked following the grandiose theatrics of Amara’s entrance, the mood grew even more rambunctious when the lights dimmed and the familiar twang of oriental strings filled the gloom. More than happy to greet the Invasion with a double barreled blast of boos and jeers, the FAWNatics threatened to shake the foundation with their disdain when the unmistakable figure of Yuko Ogura took her place on the stage. Tonight the diminutive dictator wore a top that appeared white satin in front, black-n-white stripes from side to back. Below was 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 were whalenet stockings leading to black business pumps and atop her long chestnut-colored locks was a black fedora. After a moment, Ogura stepped to the side and clapped demurely as the Golden Cyclone took her place on the Mania stage.
YUKO ORUGA:
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REIKO OHNO:
In no mood to linger in such deplorable surroundings, the evil executive and guiding force of the Asian Invasion accompanied her champion to the ring, the Announcer blaring to life above the Japanese lyrics. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Asian Invasion and accompanied by Yuko Ogura, hailing from Yokohama Japan she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the reigning and defending Eurasian Champion… REIKO OHNO!”
The duo paused halfway down the ramp and bowed to the crowd, who didn’t appreciate the gesture nearly as much as Yuko felt appropriate. Dismissing one particularly odious mouth breather with the flick of one delicate hand, Ogura and her charge return their attention to the pretender in the ring and resume their march. Speaking of the champion, tonight she was clad in a cream-colored terrycloth top that crossed her breasts tightly, and left her shoulders uncovered, while her biceps were also covered by the cloth. She wore similarly hued material as hand wraps (suspicious in any situation, but especially so when Yuko was involved). Below the same material was in a thin ring that formed a tiny set of boy-cut trunks that slipped well below the top of her hips and barely covered her glutes. She wore black boots and pads to finish the eye-catching attire.
Careful to stay clear of the reaching hands, Yuko guided her champion to the steps and led her up. She waited for Ohno to pass her and for the Japanese beauty to ‘open’ the ring ropes for her boss. Ogura slipped through and moved to the middle not bothering to return the favor for Reiko who offered the crowd a tempting view of the golden belt, not to mention her flawless golden glutes.
Microphone already in hand, Yuko raised it to her lips and barked, “You shut up now!”
No such luck.
“My Ninja is the greatest Eurasian Champion FAWN has ever seen.” Ogura talked right over the boos. “In fact, she’s so great that she had to go outside this stupid country, no, this stupid CONTINENT, to find worthy challengers!”
Such sentiment didn’t exactly endear her to the crowd, not that Ogura cared in the slightest.
“Now there stands before us a peasant masquerading as an Empress.” Yuko noted as she made epic side-eye in Amara’s direction. “She wears gold in the mistaken belief that it will bring her a title but in truth it will only bring her the worst beating of her miserable career at the hands of my Ninja!”
With that, Yuko tossed the microphone away, it landing with a ‘CLUNK’ on the floor below, and moved to the champ’s corner Reiko’s corner for some final discussions how best to humble the false Empress.
The bell sounded with Yuko still on the apron, much to Carpenter’s chagrin. “C’mon Yuko, you know the rules. Get on the floor so Reiko can do her thing.”
Ogura, who’d been murmuring to her charge in between bouts of Stink Eye aimed at Amara, turned her attention to the official ever so briefly. “Mind your tongue Mr. Carpenter, or I’ll have my Cyclone tend to you after she’s done with that undeserving piece of Bollywood Trash.”
Singh started out her corner, dark eyes sparking. “Get that midget off the apron, Carpenter.” she spat. “Or I’ll do it for you.”
Al made to interpose himself between the challenger and the Invasion’s management, but Reiko did it for him. “You’d have to go through me first, D-list.” Reiko said with a small, confident smile. “And we both know you don’t have what it takes to do that.”
Singh, bristled, but made no effort to close on the notoriously quick striker. “What was that, little girl? Step out from behind the referee so I can hear-- Ohno flitted by Al like a cool breeze that transformed into a full on gale force wind in the short distance between herself and the other brunette. Taking to the skies like gravity was something for other people, Reiko THWHACKED both bare soles into Amara’s face with a flawless Dropkick.
Caught flush by the pinpoint strike, Singh hit the deck, rolled onto her tummy and pushed to her knees. A return to verticality was only heartbeats away when Reiko knelt down in front of the Indian export and threaded both legs around her head. A Waistlock around Amara’s midsection ensured she had no choice but to follow along when Ohno rolled onto her left side to secure the Headscissors. “ASK HER!” Yuko pounded the mat with one hand and pointed at Singh even before her girl administered one pulse. “LOOK AT HER FLAIL, SHE’S HELPLESS!”
Amara heard this but didn’t answer, she wasn’t about to waste her breath on such blatant lies. Good thing too, because Reiko’s legs made sure her breath was a precious commodity indeed. Pleased with the strained look on her foe’s face, Onho hooked Singh’s left arm at the elbow and pulled it to her to deny the challenger another bit of defense. “Don’t you dare give up on me less than a minute in.” the Invader chirped. “I’ve waited a long time to defend this title on a grand stage and I won’t let some failed starlet cheat me out of a showcase. So grit your teeth and at least ACT like you’re fighting!”
Reiko pulled her left hand away from arm control, flattened that hand into a paddle and CRAACKED hard slap into Singh’s bronzed midsection.
Amara yelped, bridged up and flicked an awkward kick at Ohno’s head, which the champion avoided without even trying. Cursing as Carpenter knelt beside the action, Singh waggled a finger in his general direction and growled, “NO!” for good measure.
Reiko smiled at her rival, then turned to the official. “See, Amara’s fine. She hasn’t had enough of making me look good just yet!” The Eurasian Champ raised her hand for another smack, then twisted her wrist and landed a nasty little karate chop directly across Amara’s togs! Amara yelped and reached for her aching groin, then snarled and stamped her feet when Ohno teased the tip of her nose. “Why aren’t you out of this already?” she cooed. “If I’d known it would be this easy to dominate you, I would’ve knocked you out with the DropkicOOWWW BYTCH!”
Singh grabbed the back of Reiko’s right kneepad, pulled it down around her calf and promptly sank her teeth into the pit of Ohno’s knee! It was a blatant infraction, one that Carpenter would’ve ended in seconds if Reiko could’ve maintained the hold. But the surprise jolt loosened the champ’s grip and she scrambled away to take stock of the situation. Amara did much the same, rolling almost all the way to the ropes before clambering to one knee.
“Well, that’s one way to prolong the inevitable.” Reiko snarked once she’d rubbed the sting away and realigned her pad. “How did you manage to beat Sayuki again? Because the chick who chewed her way out of those Headscissors isn’t strong enough to carry her bags.”
Eyes locked on the other brunette, Singh rubbed her throat with one hand and gripped the middle rope with the other. “I beat her the same way I’ll beat you, brat. Tenacity, ferocity and innate superior--” Amara shut up in a hurry as Ohno hopped forward on her left foot and fired a Low Super Kick straight at the Empress’s face! Reiko’s aim was true but at that moment Singh’s hands were just the tiniest bit quicker, as she caught her opponent’s ankle less than two inches shy of her nose. Quick to rise now that she’d reduced the Cyclone to one foot, Amara dug her claws into Ohno’s ankles and smirked. “As I was saying, Tenacity, ferocity and superior--”
THWACK!
Reiko sprang off her plant foot and caromed it off the side of Amara’s skull in an Enzugiri that made the first few rows wince. Singh did more than wince, she swung around in a drunken swoop and would’ve pitched onto the floor face-first if the ropes hadn’t been there to catch her fall. Amara’s ears were still ringing when Ohno braced a heavy forearm against the back of her neck and pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED a trio of stiff Forearm Smashes across her shoulders. “Tenacity and ferocity will only ensure I get to beat on you longer. And everyone in this arena knows you’re not superior to the Invasion, especially not me.”
Carpenter was closing in fast, undoubtedly to get them off the ropes, so Ohno beat him to it by plunging her fingers into Singh’s hair and dragging her into the middle of the ring. Once they were clear of the strands she spun Singh to face her, then promptly twisted around and set her bum on the nape of the other woman’s neck. Collecting the Bombshell’s arms at the elbows, Ohno twisted again, turning belly to back so she could wedge her head under Amara’s right arm. Surprised to see the champ going for one of her heaviest shots this early in the bout, the FAWNatics sprang to their feet at the same time Ohno hoisted Amara off her feet and onto her shoulder in something akin to Double Underhook Canadian Backbreaker.
It did indeed serve as an effective submission, as Reiko demonstrated by dipping into several squats while Singh grimaced and barked, ‘No, no, no!’ when Carpenter asked if she wanted to surrender. But the Cyclone wasn’t interested in a surrender just yet, so after several seconds of resistance she pushed onto her toes and dropped to a seat to wrench the challenger’s vulnerable vertebrae across her shoulder with a beautifully nasty Kudome Backbreaker. Amara flew off her foe’s shoulder like she’d been electrocuted, hit the deck with a heavy THUD and rolled onto her side in hopes of preventing a pin. No luck there, Ohno just caught her at hip and shoulder, tugged her onto her back and stretched out on her chest in Crossbody good for…
KUDOME BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCvI2p5dHr8
ONE…
TWO…
Singh kicked free simultaneous with ‘TWO’ and flopped over onto her stomach to negate another cover. In this she was successful, it did not however, offer any defense for her feet, which the champ quickly claimed as her own. Back to the downed Bombshell, Reiko planted her left foot between Amara’s thighs, then folded Singh’s left leg across the pit of her right knee. In the next breath she took Amara’s right ankle and pulled it up and back, all the better to angle it behind her posted left leg. With Singh’s lovely stems thoroughly knotted, Yuko clapped briskly and commanded, “Break her, my Cyclone!”
Ohno held up a hand. “Soon, boss. First I want to humble her a bit.”
“I’d like to see you try, bytCHHERRGGGHH!” Amara hissed in pain when Reiko reached back, snagged a handful of hair and pulled hard enough to peel the challenger’s chest off the mat. If that wasn’t bad enough, Ohno put her right foot against the base of her foe’s neck and kicked out, just THWHUNKING Singh’s head into the mat with a resounding Curbstomp. Still not through, the Invasion standout arched backward in a flawless bridge, hooked her hands under Amara’s chin and puuuuuuuulled up to secure the Muta Lock.
CURBSTOMP & MUTA LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wqypcX4YEY
For several moments, the Curbstomp knocked enough of the senses out of the Indian to keep the pain from the expertly applied Muta Lock from registering. But the champ’s insistence on wrenching Singh’s neck and back made the anguish inescapable after a dozen seconds, Amara mewling in pain but shaking her head when Carpenter asked if she wanted to give up her title challenge.
“Are you sure?” the slight but sinister Invasion manager chirped from outside. “There is a reason Reiko only accepted challenges in Japan. No one on this continent is worthy.”
The Empress wanted to respond, but the increasing curve in her spine and neck had her mightily distracted and Singh did all she could to hold on until the Reiko’s bridge collapsed from fatigue.
But Ohno scrambled to her feet and violently tugged Singh to hers before Amara could even get in one massaging squeeze to her lower back. Grabbing a wrist of the bigger challenger, Reiko sent the grappler from the subcontinent off with a whip. On her rebound and return, Amara tried to use her weight advantage with a Crossbody Splash, but the champ skillfully flipped Singh up her body, capturing Amara across her shoulders at the end of the juggling, the back of her head pressed into the small of the Indian’s back. With an arm wrapped around her foe’s throat on one side and her ankles on the other, Reiko spins in a tight circle to disorient her challenger before dropping to her knees and rack attacking Singh.
ATLANTIDA BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zevJ_fi8cFA
Amara barrel rolled away after the impact but halted to arch her aching vertebrae in agony. Ohno threw her body across the beleaguered Singh, Amara flattened to the mat and pulled into a tight two-legged cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
and Singh broke free, a smattering of applause breaking out, more likely for the match continuing than any wish for Singh to win.
Reiko sent a series of Karate Chops to Amara’s chest, Yuko’s Cyclone looking like a whirlwind indeed, her energy overwhelming the challenger after Amara survived the Invasion powerhouse to get the opportunity to take the Eurasian belt. Reiko snatched a handful of Amara’s long dark locks and dragged her to the ropes, dropping her throat across the middle cable and mounting her, one leg of the champ landing atop Singh’s right shoulder and through the ropes to press down on her foe.
Al started the count on time and Ohno used her full four-second allotment before removing herself and going chest to chest with the ref. As she engaged the buffoon, Yuko slipped in from the side and cupped her hands around the back of Amara’s neck, YANKING down on the challenger, collapsing Singh’s windpipe, Amara’s face turning rosy as she gasped for air.
The FAWNatics jeered at the devious general of the Invasion, Yuko releasing just as Al turned away from the champ to check on Singh’s progress in pulling to her feet. Instead, Amara remained slumped, gasping for oxygen.
Reiko pushed past Carpenter to retain her advantage, sinking her nails into Amara’s scalp and pulling her up. As she’s forced to rise, Singh’s fingertips turned into weapons as she slashed her nails across Reiko’s dark peepers. Ohno shrieked in pain as she spun away from her challenger, blindly weaving to the opposite side of the ring, rubbing at her eyes furiously. Outside, Ogura’s good mood changed drastically, Yuko howling in protest and demanding Singh be summarily disqualified and expelled from the organization.
Instead, Carpenter gave Amara the standard admonition. Singh, having dropped to one knee, concentrated more on regaining her breath and senses, her act of desperation successful but not game-changing, yet.
As a sightless Reiko swept Backhand Chops in front of her blindly, the Empress rose and carefully tracked the champ, Yuko shouting warnings to her charge in her native tongue. Ohno responded accordingly, but Amara was able duck Reiko’s chop and inflicted a blazing one of her own that ‘lights up’ the chest of the Japanese grappler. Reiko was nearly blown over from the impact. She regained her footing only to be nailed again…AND AGAIN. The third meaty THWACK took Reiko off her feet, her back slamming against the canvas. She scrambled to her feet only to be taken down violently with a Clothesline.
In response to Yuko’s urgent screams, Reiko struggled up again. While her vision seemed to be clearing, her situation grew more tenuous as Amara landed a Forearm Smash to the chest of the champ, sending Reiko staggering in a backpedal that only stopped when her back pressed against the buckles behind her.
The Bollywood Bombshell followed her foe in and was met with a blistering Chop from Reiko that backed Singh up a step. The moment was all Reiko required to grab Amara by a shoulder and switch places with her, sweeping Singh past to take her position in the corner. A wincing Amara was nailed with a follow-up European Uppercut to straighten her. Reiko then took a long lolly lick of her palm and attacked with a resounding set of Knife-Edges that had Amara reeling, her legs launching in front of her as her upper body was forced back from the stinging power of the blows.
With Yuko nodding at the crowd and pointing over her shoulder to the show, Amara responded like the champion she hoped to be. On one of the leeeans, she launched her legs high enough to climb over Reiko’s shoulders. Her coppery stems cinched tight around Ohno’s braincase in a tight scissors. Amara hand-walked her way down the ropes for room to maneuver and pushed off, a makeshift ‘Rana sending the smaller joshi flying in a front flip across the canvas.
A growling Amara rubbed at the red streak cross her chest, but she had little time for more as Ohno used the momentum provided her to pop to her feet and race at Amara, ready to deliver her Cyclone Smash to deck Singh.
But Amara swept the effort by like a bullfighter and Reiko crashed chest-first into the buckles. Before Reiko could turn, Amara fired a flurry of side kicks into the lower back of the champ, peppering her with shots to the kidneys and spine before spinning her foe to endure some wicked, clapping backhands, landing a half-dozen before halting at Carpenter’s insistence.
Amara turned and jogged to the opposite corner before spinning into a sprint toward the Invader. The Bombshell launched from several feet out, getting some serious height on her leap before SPLASHING down on the Cyclone like an Indian Ocean tsunami, burying Reiko beneath her copper-skinned, athletic frame. Amara bounced away from the impact and let Reiko stagger drunkenly out of the corner until the Eurasian champ’s legs ‘turned off’ and she took a header mid-ring.
Ignoring Yuko’s efforts to engage her in a heated conversation, Amara raced after the splattered Ohno and vaulted into the air in a jackknife leap. She dropped the pointed right knee and, somehow, Reiko blindly rolled out of the way, Singh PLANTING her joint into the thinly-covered plywood. Amara rolled to the right, ending on her back, holding her throbbing leg tight while Reiko slid out of the ring and into the hands of Yuko, who propped her against the apron.
Inside, Amara used the ropes to climb up. Frustrated at her inability to string offense together, the challenger lined up Yuko and Reiko in her sights and sprinted, with a noticeable hitch in her giddy-up, toward the Invaders, apparently ready to take out both with a Suicide Dive.
Let it never be said that Yuko Ogura didn’t go all out for her charges when it mattered most. Catching wind of Singh’s headlong assault about half a heartbeat after the challenger took flight, the Invasion’s general plowed into Reiko with a colossal shove that forced her from the blast radius at the expense of taking Singh’s wrath all by her lonesome. BWAAANGED against the steel guardrail with enough force to bruise the shins of everyone in section 1-B, Ogura dropped to her tush and immediately slopped to one side, all the better to curl up in a shivering ball.
“Thuuuhh… that’ll teach you, bytch.” Amara growled at the suffering general as she clambered to one knee. “Stay out of my way or the next one will put you THROUGH the barricaNNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Singh’s joy in removing Ogura from the equation came to a swift end when an upright (and quite angry) Ohno stepped in off her foe’s left and THWHACKED a resounding kick off Amara’s ear.
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKnPitKEU0E
The Bollywood Bombshell reeled back then slumped forward, kept from landing atop Yuko by grace of a hand draped casually over the top of the rail. “Big mistake, princess.” Reiko sneered in the midst of twining her hands in Amara’s hair. “Yuko’s the only person out here capable of pulling me off your sorry ass. If she gets carted to the back, you’re leaving this ring on a stretcher.”
Amara wanted to answer but her head was full of fireworks and her mouth was full of cotton, the best she could manage was a sort of defiant moan that transformed into a woozy yelp when Ohno hauled her to her feet. Certain that anything in the champ’s playbook meant problems for her immediate wellbeing, Singh grabbed at Ohno’s wrists and when that didn’t do the trick she snatched hold of the apron. The svelte Samurai took it all in stride, indeed she was still heading to the steel steps when she reached back and bent Amara’s fingers back toward her wrist. Amara wailed and let go of her anchor, making it all the easier for Reiko to spring her nasty trap.
Positioned between the challenger and the corner, Ohno wedged the other brunette’s left hand into a thin crack between the steps and the ring-post, then put her other hand against the top step and pushed forward until Amara’s digits were stuck fast. Sure, she could’ve struggled free if given ten to fifteen seconds all by her lonesome, problem was Ohno had no intention of giving her such a gift. Darting away from trap once it was sprung, the Eurasian Champion wheeled around at the foot of the ramp and raced straight for Amara. In no mood to absorb another kick to the skull, Singh twisted her head away to deflect the inevitable strike. Ohno had indeed contemplated a Super Kick or just a high speed Dropkick but she adjusted on the fly as soon as she noticed Amara defending her head.
Ultimately she DID choose a Dropkick, unfortunately for Singh this one connected with the bottom step, which was then driven back into the challenger’s trapped hand! Amara wailed over the hollow BWONG and jerked her throbbing extremity free of Reiko’s brutally blunt bear trap. Stuffing that hand into her right armpit, Singh wheeled around and practically threw herself under the bottom rope, presumably to escape the Cyclone’s rage.
Ohno followed after but didn’t go far, in fact she hit full reverse as soon as Carpenter ended the count and went to check on Yuko, who’d managed to pull herself into a slumped seat against the barrier. “You ok, Yuko?” the champ asked without dropping to a knee. “Need me to call the medics?”
Ogura rubbed the back of her head, looked up and scowled. “What are you doing out here? Get inside and finish her off!”
Reiko refrained from rolling her eyes until her back was turned, then she crossed the narrow aisle and sprang onto the apron in a single feline leap. In the ring, Amara grit her teeth while the ref checked on her crushed fingers. A roar from the crowd told Singh that Ohno was drawing close, but the challenger kept her eyes down until-- Reiko leapt onto the top rope and Singh exploded in a flat out sprint toward the strands. Momentarily startled by the Indian’s reckless approach, Ohno couldn’t make her leap before Amara barreled into the ropes full force. Footing obliterated, Reiko tumbled off her perch and THWHUMPED down hard on her left shoulder and hip.
“Get used to that feeling, peasant.” Singh hissed at the writhing champion. “Helpless groveling is the fate of all who would oppose me.” Reiko heard this but didn’t pay it much mind, she was understandably preoccupied with rubbing the ache from her shoulder. This proved a costly mistake, as she didn’t notice the Bollywood Bombshell closing in until Singh went low and THWHAPPED both heels into the pit of her stomach with a Baseball Slide Dropkick.
Reiko ‘oooffffhhed’ and rolled over onto her chest, arms crossed over her roiling tummy. Above her, Amara stomped an angry little circle before putting one foot on the curve of Ohno’s upturned glutes. “Down. Down, peasant!” Singh pushed up, using all her weight to force the champ’s tawny frame flat against the mat. “That’s right, eyes on the mat while you think about the folly of thinking you could deny me what is rightfully mine. If you’ve any sense at all you won’t dare raise your eyes until I say you can.”
Clearly unimpressed by the severity of her situation, Reiko braced her palms against the mat and raised her head. “Screw you, Bollywood trash. You have no idea what I’m going to do to UUUUUNNNNNNGGHHHH!” Amara leapt up, tucked her heels in against her bum and drilled both knees into the hollow of Ohno’s back. The Samurai howled and tried to squirm out from under the challenger, alas Amara snatched a handful of hair and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back, putting even more pressure on Reiko’s neck.
Carpenter let it slide for a few seconds, under the impression that Singh was angling for a Bow & Arrow or possibly the Camel Clutch she’d been affecting as of late. But no, she simply wanted to show the Invader’s suffering to the crowd, so he tapped her on the wrist and said, “That’s enough, Amara. Let go of her hair and get back to it.”
Amara licked her lips and flashed an evil smile. “An excellent idea, Mr. Carpenter. Perhaps I’ll make you my manservant once I’m the Eurasian Queen.”
The ref didn’t know what so say to that, so he just cleared his throat and backed off after Singh bounced her rival’s forehead off the thinly-sheathed plywood. Sauntering her way into the corner lined up with the top of Reiko’s noggin, Amara strapped an invisible belt around her waist, then made a beeline for the downed brunette. Dropping low when she was almost on top of Reiko, Singh hooked her prey’s chin in both hands and somersaulted forward to WRENCH her head up n’ back with a violent Reverse Neck Snap.
REVERSE NECK SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VF0gv0NQqc
Ohno jolted and flopped onto her back, both hands laced against the base of her neck while one foot beat an erratic signal on the canvas. Amara thought about going for a cover before clamping a hand around the Cyclone’s neck and hoisting her to verticality. “I can win the Eurasian title with one hand, peasant.” the Indian superstar sneered. “But can you defend it with no neck? I think not.”
Feeling no particular need for an answer, Amara curled her right arm around the back of Ohno’s neck and clasped the back of her head so that the point of the champ’s jaw was wedged against Amara’s shoulder. Her other hand grabbed hold of Reiko’s waistband and treated it to a hard yank, a little humiliation to go with the pain that came when Singh leapt up and dropped to her knees, just MASHING the champ’s mandibles with a Lifting Jawbreaker!
LIFTING JAWBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEjx1wnzdMA
A dazed Reiko slumped to her haunches. She swayed like a reed in the wind with Singh on her knees just in front of the gobsmacked Invader. Amara gave the champ a disdainful pat on the top of the head as she rose and the Empress turned to find Yuko.
“It appears your Cyclone has stopped spinning, Little Miss Ogura,” Amara informed.
The diminutive businesswoman growled adorably before shrieking less so at the dimmed lights of Ohno’s eyes. A responsive Reiko lifted one knee to push to vertical and Amara was off like a shot, racing to the ropes and rebounding. Reaching her foe, she leapt to a foothold on the Invader’s raised knee and THWAPPED a Shining Wizard into the back of Reiko’s noggin, sending the Japanese grappler into an abbreviated header, Ohno’s face splattering against the canvas.
ENZU SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8I1M16Fv-s
The Bollywood Bombshell dropped to her knees and shoveled Reiko to her back, quickly climbing on board with a Crossbody press. Singh hooked the far leg for good measure and collected the…
ONE…
TWO…
and with Yuko’s high-pitched urging…Reiko kicked free with a second to spare.
The Empress stared up at Carpenter, obviously reconsidering her offer to make Al her cabin boy.
“Three? Do you know it?” Singh asked, her voice surprisingly calm.
Carpenter nodded his head under the glare of Amara until a groan from Ohno, who pushed to her feet, drew the attention of the Empress.
“You want up? Up we go,” the Indian teased, dragging Reiko with her as she rose, but in so doing, kept the Invader bent backward at the waist, Amara slipping an arm in front of Reiko’s throat to capture her in a Dragon Sleeper.
Ohno twisted weakly as Yuko complained from the sidelines of a nonexistent hair pull. Finally losing her temper with the constant nails-on-chalkboard haranguing from the AI manager, Amara tossed Reiko to the canvas, the Cyclone landing with a THUD. She walked to the ropes above the full sixty inches of the Invasion’s general and pushed the top rope up while sitting on the middle.
“Get your pinstripes in here,” Amara demanded. “I don’t care if it’s one-and-a-half against one. Anything is better than my ears bleeding another second.”
Again, Singh motioned for Yuko to enter and shockingly Ogura climbed to the apron. She pushed Amara from her seat on the cables and Singh straightened into a staredown, the thin rubber-coated metal cables the only thing between them.
“Do not mistake yourself as being anything more than fodder for my garden to grow,” Ogura assured in an unusually controlled tone. The calm discreet pitch should have been a clue something was amiss and Yuko hopped to the floor just as Reiko rammed into Singh’s lower spine with a raised knee.
Amara yelped in pain, her back arching, and the champ used the opportunity to grab a shoulder and a handful of material on her foe’s hip to send Singh hurtling over the top, the Indian crashing to the floor not more than a couple steps from the smirking leader of the Asian Invasion.
Yuko looked up at Al innocently and proceeded to stomp Amara into curry, Singh unable to cover all her targets and Ogura surprisingly effective in finding an open one with each landing of her black business pump.
Carpenter was aghast, but he could tell from the constant glances by Yuko to meet his eyes that the manager’s more than willing to take the DQ to keep the title in the hands of her forces. Instead of calling for the bell, Al slipped through and drops to the floor, separating Yuko from the battered Singh.
Amara weakly pushed to all fours, looking drained and obviously learning a lesson about how even a tiny terror could emphasize the terrible over the tiny given the chance.
With his eyes on said terror, Carpenter missed Reiko slide through the ropes and drop next to Singh behind him. Yanking her foe up by the Bombshell’s ebony locks, Ohno didn’t let go through ONE, TWO, THREE SLAMS of Amara’s face to the thinly-sheathed plywood. Reiko finally tossed her away like an empty bottle of sake.
As Al turned to scold Reiko, Amara staggered away from one Invader and, unfortunately, toward another. The sinister Yuko split Amara’s wickets with a hateful punt to the privates that lifted Singh to tiptoes, her dark eyes wide and pleading. The hands of the Empress fell to her crotch as she melted to her knees, leaning a moist cheek on Ogura’s thigh, huffing a pained set of breaths into Yuko’s center.
“Are you learning?” Yuko whispered before stepping back several steps to let Carpenter find the busted Indian moaning in anguish by her lonesome.
She’s not alone for long however as Reiko stepped around Al and tugged Amara up to pigeon-toes. Ohno pulled her ‘new best friend’ shoulder to shoulder and took her turn with a whisper.
“Did Yuko pay you a little visit?” Ohno chuckled. “Sometimes she’s so fast I’m not even sure.”
Ending their short-lived buddyhood, Reiko moved her hand from the Indian’s shoulder to her scalp and SLAMMED Amara’s face into the deck once more for luck. Ohno stuffed her foe back into the squared circle under the bottom rope and both Carpenter and the Invader joined the blasted Bollywood Bombshell.
The champ was clearly finding her stride now, not a hint of concern as she dragged the reeling Singh to her feet and bullied her deep into the ropes only to send Amara scampering across the canvas. Reiko followed her foe to mid-ring and collected the copper-skinned beauty on the rebound. Ohno plucked Singh off the canvas and juggled the bigger woman in front of her before dropping to one knee and separating a couple of the Indian’s vertebrae with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker.
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER:[\b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fshq_oSLAsI
Ohno forcefully shoved the broken Bombshell off bended knee and stuffed her flat to the deck, one palm pressing into Amara’s navel, the other into her chest for an imperious pin for the Invader for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Amara forced a shoulder off the canvas, barely, and she could manage little else, particularly when an angered Reiko mounted her in a forward-facing straddle and leveled a dozen open-hand slaps to the tawny chest of the challenger, the craaaacks echoing through the arena, the crowd unable to keep up with all of the requisite WOOOOs.
The suffering Empress crossed her arms over her chest but mustered no other defense, indeed it fell on the shoulders of Al Carpenter to start a count when the champion showed no signs of ending her breast-blistering barrage. Yuko argued against this in two languages, but the official was undeterred and Reiko was forced to stand up at ‘FOUR!’ and seven-eighth’s. Lips curled in a wicked smirk, Ohno blew some invisible steam off her smackin’ palm, the raised one foot and planted it on the scorched earth of Singh’s chest. Already close, Carpenter dropped to one knee and counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Amara didn’t so much kick out as she swatted the Invader’s foot from its perch with a whisper to spare. The crowd popped for the near fall, showing an appreciation for the challenger’s heart, if not her demeanor or tactics. Patently unimpressed by this useless resistance, Ohno stepped backward until she was positioned at her opponent’s feet. “You’ve offered more challenge than any of these pathetic Americans,” Reiko admitted as she claimed possession of Singh’s ankles, “but it’s still not enough to take the title from around my waist. And now you’ll suffer the same fate as all those who fell before you.”
With Amara’s legs stretched in a wide ‘V’, Reiko stepped through with her right leg and quickly crossed the Indian’s stems over her thigh in a snug ‘X’. Amara, who’d been practically motionless since the Slaps ended, suddenly struggled to life, digging her elbows into the canvas and clambering her way backward in hopes of reaching the ropes before the champ could cinch on ‘Ohno Not That!’ Alas, Reiko was determined as ever and she draaaaaaagged her burden back to the center of the ring, much to Yuko’s delight. Dipping down in a crouch as she prepared to turn the pretender on her belly, Ohno purred, “Peasant or Empress, EVERYTHING gets ruined in the wake of a CycloWHOOOAAAHHHH!”
Singh sat up, wrapped an arm around the back of Reiko’s neck and pulled her down into an improvised Small Package that had the crowd and Ogura shouting for very different reasons.
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Ohno escaped by the slimmest of margins but give the champ credit, she didn’t waste so much as a whisper on checking with the referee, she simply honed in on a rising Amara and THWHACKED a murderous Roundhouse off the side of her skull.
ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XaNom8l7vI
The challenger went down like a puppet with cut strings, Singh slumping onto her face in a near-faint. Ogura smacked the mat and demanded her Samurai make the cover, however Ohno must’ve had other ideas, as she shoveled Amara onto her tummy and stomped toward the nearest corner without even attempting a cover. Back to her adversary and advocate, Reiko grabbed the top rope and boosted herself to the high rent district in a single quick leap. A Phoenix Splash had sounded like the perfect way to cap off her ‘Mania experience, so of course Yuko had to spoil it by squalling, “SHE’S UP! TURN AROUND REIKO, THE URCHIN IS ON HER FEET!”
The champ shifted her weight and executed a quick turn to get a better angle on the action. Sure enough Amara was vertical, although the distinct wobble in her knees told Ohno it was a new development. Adjusting the plan as necessary, Reiko stood up straight, sighted in on the kick-shocked Bombshell and leapt out into the void with her legs stretched in a narrow ‘V’. There was a soft ‘thump’ as Ohno landed astride her opponent’s shoulders, followed immediately by a resounding THAWHAM as Singh caught the champ around the hips and dropped to her tush! The Sit-Out Bollywood Bomb set the ring to rockin’ and the crowd to roarin’, a solid wall of sound that got that much higher as Singh leaned into the other brunette’s upturned haunches for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Reiko shot a shoulder off the mat, thus prolonging the match and delaying Yuko’s heart attack in a single stroke. Much as the Cyclone hadn’t bothered to enquire about her last near fall, Amara ignored Carpenter entirely in favor of scrambling to her feet. Snagging hold of the champ’s ankles in the process, Singh pulled Reiko’s legs off the mat, prized them apart and promptly dropped to her knees to THWHUMP a Headbutt into the Invader’s, ahem, lower abdomen. The violent spasm from Ohno seemed to indicate it was a little bit lower than regulation, but Al didn’t bother with a warning since Yuko had so blatantly stomped Amara only a few minutes prior. Even so, he cleared his throat and said, “Keep it above the belt, Amara.” when the Indian grappler regained her footing.
“Don’t concern yourself with me, Carpenter.” she smirked. “Focus on all the whining and pleading about to overwhelm your senses!”
Al didn’t hear much of anything save Yuko and the crowd at that moment, but that changed when Singh tucked Reiko’s feet under her armpits, rolled the champion onto her tummy and stepped over to sink in an incredibly deep Boston Crab! (specialized name?) Her spine still throbbing after the Powerbomb, Reiko keened and twisted like a live wire as Singh reefed back on the hold and bounced the heavy curve of her backside into the small of her foe’s back. “HOLD STEADY, REIKO!” Yuko shouted at the top of her lungs. “SUMMON YOUR STRENGTH AND FOLLOW ME!”
Shaking her head ‘no’ as Carpenter questioned her about surrender, Reiko smacked flattened palms against the mat, pushed up as best she could and started inching toward safety. Amara felt this, looked over her shoulder and scoffed. “That’s right, crawl on your belly, peasant. I want that insect of a manager to see the torment in your eyes when you tap out!”
Ohno didn’t answer, she was too busy trying to hold in a shriek as the distance between her and the ropes shrank inch by agonizing inch. After nearly forty seconds Reiko wrapped one straining hand around the rubber-coated steel and pulled herself in close. “BREAK THE HOLD!” Yuko demanded at once. “BREAK THE HOLD, SHE’S IN THE ROPES!”
Singh did as bade, of course the quick break meant a little more leniency from the official when she stood up and promptly delivered half a dozen stomps to Ohno’s lower back. Reiko cringed and pulled herself closer to the ropes, drawing her chest up against the middle strand either to regain her feet or possibly crawl out of the ring. Whatever the reason, Amara left her to it long enough to whip around and race across the canvas at high speed. Understandably focused on her ailing charge, Yuko didn’t note Singh’s return until the Empress was bearing down on the both of them and by then it was far too late. Leaving the canvas in a feet-first dive, Singh skidded over the rope and THWHUMPED her feet into Ogura’s chest while simultaneously dropping the full weight of her rear across Reiko’s neck, effectively hot-shotting her against the strand!
Yuko was knocked off her feet and BWAAANGED into the guardrail to drop to her butt in a heap while Ohno’s head snapped back and sent her rolling back to the middle of the squared circle in a gasping, writhing tangle of limbs. Landing on her feet on the outside of the ring, Amara surveyed Yuko for a moment, then stepped forward and THWHUMPED a vicious kick into her belly. Ogura ‘ooooffhhhhed’ and curled into a ball, a look Singh thought she pulled off very well. “Your Invasion ends tonight, peasant.” Amara taunted. “The Golden Empress rises in its place!”
No answer from the gutted manager, so Singh turned around and hopped back onto the apron. Rather than slip through the ropes she grabbed the top in both hands and leaned back, patiently waiting while Reiko slowly scraped herself off the mat. “Yuuuuhhh…. Yuko, Yuko!” the champ groaned. “Grab my title, we’re getting out of here!”
“Don’t count on it, bytch.”
The Cyclone looked up in surprise and caught just a glimpse of her tawny opposition vaulting over the strands. Then Amara caught her head in both hands and sat out full force to THWHUNK Reiko’s face into the canvas courtesy of her Bollywood Bash. Ohno was spiked like a lawn dart, her lissome frame freezing solid for a second before she went limp and slopped out flat on her face.
SLINGSHOT BOLLYWOOD BASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h99Ww5oEwmY
Even then Amara didn’t go for a cover, rather she grabbed Ohno by the ankles and draaaaaaaaagged her out into the middle of the canvas. “YOU’RE ALL WITNESS TO A GLORY!” Amara shouted to the FAWNatics as she straddled her foe’s back. “THE ASCENDANCY OF THE GOLDEN EMPRESS!”
They didn’t much like the sound of that, not that it stopped Amara from settling into a seat on Ohno’s lower back. Feet set flat against the mat, she gripped Reiko’s biceps and pulled her upper body up off the mat so she could drape the champion’s arms across her thighs. Licking her lips in anticipation, Amara laced her fingers under the other woman’s chin, then leaned forward and murmured, “Surrender to despair, peasant.” Singh REEEEEEEFED backward on the Camel Clutch, the hold violently wrenching Ohno’s supple form into a shape like a tipped over ‘J’.
Al knew that shape from seeing it whenever Jenny caught some poor unfortunate in the Ladder, so he quickly dropped to one knee and said, “What do you say, Reiko, need me to call for the bell?”
Ohno couldn’t shake her head and she couldn’t open her mouth, so she wiggled a finger ‘no’ to confirm her resistance.
Amara only chuckled and bared her teeth. “Your reign is all but over, false queen. The only thing left to do is surrender the title to ME!” She leaned forward only to pull back even harder, the strain on Ohno’s body most obvious in her neck and in the way her chest was pointed almost directly at the rafters. “No one’s coming to save you, bytch. Your general has fallen and the rest of your Invasion doesn’t dare oppose me. Now submit!” Amara pushed up onto her toes and leaaaaaaned back, her face turned to the rafters as she tried to force Reiko past her breaking po--
“AAAAAHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAHHHP! I QUIT! I QUIT! I QUIT!” Ohno smacked her palms against Amara’s calves and wailed her surrender, but Singh maintained the Clutch all through the clanging of the bell.
Indeed, she didn’t let go until the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission and the NEW Eurasian Champion… AMARA SINGH!”
A growling Singh wasn’t satisfied and continued to wrench in reverse, curling Reiko into an arch for which Ohno’s spine was nowhere near designed.
The crowd murmured in discomfort, even if the anguish they recognized was an Invader’s.
Carpenter stepped toward Amara, threatening to take away her title if she didn’t release. The Indian remained seemingly unconcerned until she saw the cavalry coming in the form of Sayuki, Sayuri and Seah. The charging threesome were more convincing than the man in stripes and the new champion gave up her BollyKnot, Reiko oozing back into a more reasonable shape.
Amara scrambled to her feet and to the ropes opposite the approaching Invaders. After a moment of consideration, she evacuated, giving up any chance to celebrate with her newly won hardware in the ring.
Instead, she hustled to the rising Yuko and snatched her, twisting the tiny businesswoman into a Hammerlock, wrapping her free arm around Ogura’s throat.
“Get me the belt,” Singh shouted. “You get your boss back when I get my gold and an exit out of here.”
While Sayuri and Seah assisted the vanquished former champion in the ring, Sayuki played negotiator on the outside, motioning Al to give the Bollywood Bombshell her prize. Singh led Yuko around the squared circle until her back was to the ramp and, when Carpenter handed over the belt, Amara shoved Yuko into the cradling arms of the Invasion’s powerhouse.
Yuko shrieked for Sayuki to crush the backpedaling champion, but Amara’s head start and Ogura’s condition convinced her otherwise.
Once Amara knew she had no pursuers, she slowed to a triumphant stride, holding the belt aloft and pointing toward herself in satisfaction. Always an Empress in her mind, she now had undisputable evidence she’s a Golden Empress, ruling not only the subcontinent but her corner of FAWN as well. And who knew how big that corner might become.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU ).
The sense of excitement turns to vocal displeasure when the curtains part, revealing a set of musclebound men, clad in gold loin clothes and sandals. The four carry an ornate bed, where the Bollywood Bombshell lies. The assembled let loose with a cascade of abuse, seemingly every person making their revulsion known. As the ‘exotic’ woman on the curious conveyance is carried toward the ring, the FAWNatics continue to batter with boos the despicable creature carried by her consorts.
The copper-skinned beauty writhes on her cushioned platform to the sound of the catchy beat. Below, the men’s gaze never leaves the ring, seemingly oblivious to the outstretched hands of the fans and the movements of the bronzed, raven-haired beauty above.
The PA sputters to life, heralding the arrival of India’s greatest export.
"Tonight’s next match is one fall with a 20-minute time limit and is for the Eurasian title. Standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 133 pounds from Cawnpore , India ...Amara Singh."
AMARA SINGH:
The spectacle halts, having reached its destination. The men lower the ornate bed so it is even with the apron and Singh gracefully slides from bedside to ringside. The Indian grappler faces the crowd, proceeding to dance seductively to the remainder of PeeCee and the feat’ing Pitbull, Singh sliding from a sparkling gold robe and revealing the curvy form beneath.
The momentary striptease draws a round of rabid applause within the jeers, Singh dropping a pearly sneer upon Orlando’s great unwashed. She turns and moves through the ropes, a dangerous attraction from the subcontinent with the ability to burst from the background given the chance.
Amara is clad in an ornately designed, gold bra and matching gold and red, lacy harem pants, jewels glittering from bracelets on her wrists, her feet bare. Her raven tresses fall down her back in wild waves, dark copper skin glowing under the lights. She does one last twirl for the crowd before taking center stage, ready to take the belt the Asian Invasion and Reiko had held by hook and crook for an extended period.
With the crowd already stoked following the grandiose theatrics of Amara’s entrance, the mood grew even more rambunctious when the lights dimmed and the familiar twang of oriental strings filled the gloom. More than happy to greet the Invasion with a double barreled blast of boos and jeers, the FAWNatics threatened to shake the foundation with their disdain when the unmistakable figure of Yuko Ogura took her place on the stage. Tonight the diminutive dictator wore a top that appeared white satin in front, black-n-white stripes from side to back. Below was 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 were whalenet stockings leading to black business pumps and atop her long chestnut-colored locks was a black fedora. After a moment, Ogura stepped to the side and clapped demurely as the Golden Cyclone took her place on the Mania stage.
YUKO ORUGA:
REIKO OHNO:
In no mood to linger in such deplorable surroundings, the evil executive and guiding force of the Asian Invasion accompanied her champion to the ring, the Announcer blaring to life above the Japanese lyrics. “And introducing her opponent, representing the Asian Invasion and accompanied by Yuko Ogura, hailing from Yokohama Japan she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the reigning and defending Eurasian Champion… REIKO OHNO!”
The duo paused halfway down the ramp and bowed to the crowd, who didn’t appreciate the gesture nearly as much as Yuko felt appropriate. Dismissing one particularly odious mouth breather with the flick of one delicate hand, Ogura and her charge return their attention to the pretender in the ring and resume their march. Speaking of the champion, tonight she was clad in a cream-colored terrycloth top that crossed her breasts tightly, and left her shoulders uncovered, while her biceps were also covered by the cloth. She wore similarly hued material as hand wraps (suspicious in any situation, but especially so when Yuko was involved). Below the same material was in a thin ring that formed a tiny set of boy-cut trunks that slipped well below the top of her hips and barely covered her glutes. She wore black boots and pads to finish the eye-catching attire.
Careful to stay clear of the reaching hands, Yuko guided her champion to the steps and led her up. She waited for Ohno to pass her and for the Japanese beauty to ‘open’ the ring ropes for her boss. Ogura slipped through and moved to the middle not bothering to return the favor for Reiko who offered the crowd a tempting view of the golden belt, not to mention her flawless golden glutes.
Microphone already in hand, Yuko raised it to her lips and barked, “You shut up now!”
No such luck.
“My Ninja is the greatest Eurasian Champion FAWN has ever seen.” Ogura talked right over the boos. “In fact, she’s so great that she had to go outside this stupid country, no, this stupid CONTINENT, to find worthy challengers!”
Such sentiment didn’t exactly endear her to the crowd, not that Ogura cared in the slightest.
“Now there stands before us a peasant masquerading as an Empress.” Yuko noted as she made epic side-eye in Amara’s direction. “She wears gold in the mistaken belief that it will bring her a title but in truth it will only bring her the worst beating of her miserable career at the hands of my Ninja!”
With that, Yuko tossed the microphone away, it landing with a ‘CLUNK’ on the floor below, and moved to the champ’s corner Reiko’s corner for some final discussions how best to humble the false Empress.
The bell sounded with Yuko still on the apron, much to Carpenter’s chagrin. “C’mon Yuko, you know the rules. Get on the floor so Reiko can do her thing.”
Ogura, who’d been murmuring to her charge in between bouts of Stink Eye aimed at Amara, turned her attention to the official ever so briefly. “Mind your tongue Mr. Carpenter, or I’ll have my Cyclone tend to you after she’s done with that undeserving piece of Bollywood Trash.”
Singh started out her corner, dark eyes sparking. “Get that midget off the apron, Carpenter.” she spat. “Or I’ll do it for you.”
Al made to interpose himself between the challenger and the Invasion’s management, but Reiko did it for him. “You’d have to go through me first, D-list.” Reiko said with a small, confident smile. “And we both know you don’t have what it takes to do that.”
Singh, bristled, but made no effort to close on the notoriously quick striker. “What was that, little girl? Step out from behind the referee so I can hear-- Ohno flitted by Al like a cool breeze that transformed into a full on gale force wind in the short distance between herself and the other brunette. Taking to the skies like gravity was something for other people, Reiko THWHACKED both bare soles into Amara’s face with a flawless Dropkick.
Caught flush by the pinpoint strike, Singh hit the deck, rolled onto her tummy and pushed to her knees. A return to verticality was only heartbeats away when Reiko knelt down in front of the Indian export and threaded both legs around her head. A Waistlock around Amara’s midsection ensured she had no choice but to follow along when Ohno rolled onto her left side to secure the Headscissors. “ASK HER!” Yuko pounded the mat with one hand and pointed at Singh even before her girl administered one pulse. “LOOK AT HER FLAIL, SHE’S HELPLESS!”
Amara heard this but didn’t answer, she wasn’t about to waste her breath on such blatant lies. Good thing too, because Reiko’s legs made sure her breath was a precious commodity indeed. Pleased with the strained look on her foe’s face, Onho hooked Singh’s left arm at the elbow and pulled it to her to deny the challenger another bit of defense. “Don’t you dare give up on me less than a minute in.” the Invader chirped. “I’ve waited a long time to defend this title on a grand stage and I won’t let some failed starlet cheat me out of a showcase. So grit your teeth and at least ACT like you’re fighting!”
Reiko pulled her left hand away from arm control, flattened that hand into a paddle and CRAACKED hard slap into Singh’s bronzed midsection.
Amara yelped, bridged up and flicked an awkward kick at Ohno’s head, which the champion avoided without even trying. Cursing as Carpenter knelt beside the action, Singh waggled a finger in his general direction and growled, “NO!” for good measure.
Reiko smiled at her rival, then turned to the official. “See, Amara’s fine. She hasn’t had enough of making me look good just yet!” The Eurasian Champ raised her hand for another smack, then twisted her wrist and landed a nasty little karate chop directly across Amara’s togs! Amara yelped and reached for her aching groin, then snarled and stamped her feet when Ohno teased the tip of her nose. “Why aren’t you out of this already?” she cooed. “If I’d known it would be this easy to dominate you, I would’ve knocked you out with the DropkicOOWWW BYTCH!”
Singh grabbed the back of Reiko’s right kneepad, pulled it down around her calf and promptly sank her teeth into the pit of Ohno’s knee! It was a blatant infraction, one that Carpenter would’ve ended in seconds if Reiko could’ve maintained the hold. But the surprise jolt loosened the champ’s grip and she scrambled away to take stock of the situation. Amara did much the same, rolling almost all the way to the ropes before clambering to one knee.
“Well, that’s one way to prolong the inevitable.” Reiko snarked once she’d rubbed the sting away and realigned her pad. “How did you manage to beat Sayuki again? Because the chick who chewed her way out of those Headscissors isn’t strong enough to carry her bags.”
Eyes locked on the other brunette, Singh rubbed her throat with one hand and gripped the middle rope with the other. “I beat her the same way I’ll beat you, brat. Tenacity, ferocity and innate superior--” Amara shut up in a hurry as Ohno hopped forward on her left foot and fired a Low Super Kick straight at the Empress’s face! Reiko’s aim was true but at that moment Singh’s hands were just the tiniest bit quicker, as she caught her opponent’s ankle less than two inches shy of her nose. Quick to rise now that she’d reduced the Cyclone to one foot, Amara dug her claws into Ohno’s ankles and smirked. “As I was saying, Tenacity, ferocity and superior--”
THWACK!
Reiko sprang off her plant foot and caromed it off the side of Amara’s skull in an Enzugiri that made the first few rows wince. Singh did more than wince, she swung around in a drunken swoop and would’ve pitched onto the floor face-first if the ropes hadn’t been there to catch her fall. Amara’s ears were still ringing when Ohno braced a heavy forearm against the back of her neck and pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED a trio of stiff Forearm Smashes across her shoulders. “Tenacity and ferocity will only ensure I get to beat on you longer. And everyone in this arena knows you’re not superior to the Invasion, especially not me.”
Carpenter was closing in fast, undoubtedly to get them off the ropes, so Ohno beat him to it by plunging her fingers into Singh’s hair and dragging her into the middle of the ring. Once they were clear of the strands she spun Singh to face her, then promptly twisted around and set her bum on the nape of the other woman’s neck. Collecting the Bombshell’s arms at the elbows, Ohno twisted again, turning belly to back so she could wedge her head under Amara’s right arm. Surprised to see the champ going for one of her heaviest shots this early in the bout, the FAWNatics sprang to their feet at the same time Ohno hoisted Amara off her feet and onto her shoulder in something akin to Double Underhook Canadian Backbreaker.
It did indeed serve as an effective submission, as Reiko demonstrated by dipping into several squats while Singh grimaced and barked, ‘No, no, no!’ when Carpenter asked if she wanted to surrender. But the Cyclone wasn’t interested in a surrender just yet, so after several seconds of resistance she pushed onto her toes and dropped to a seat to wrench the challenger’s vulnerable vertebrae across her shoulder with a beautifully nasty Kudome Backbreaker. Amara flew off her foe’s shoulder like she’d been electrocuted, hit the deck with a heavy THUD and rolled onto her side in hopes of preventing a pin. No luck there, Ohno just caught her at hip and shoulder, tugged her onto her back and stretched out on her chest in Crossbody good for…
KUDOME BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCvI2p5dHr8
ONE…
TWO…
Singh kicked free simultaneous with ‘TWO’ and flopped over onto her stomach to negate another cover. In this she was successful, it did not however, offer any defense for her feet, which the champ quickly claimed as her own. Back to the downed Bombshell, Reiko planted her left foot between Amara’s thighs, then folded Singh’s left leg across the pit of her right knee. In the next breath she took Amara’s right ankle and pulled it up and back, all the better to angle it behind her posted left leg. With Singh’s lovely stems thoroughly knotted, Yuko clapped briskly and commanded, “Break her, my Cyclone!”
Ohno held up a hand. “Soon, boss. First I want to humble her a bit.”
“I’d like to see you try, bytCHHERRGGGHH!” Amara hissed in pain when Reiko reached back, snagged a handful of hair and pulled hard enough to peel the challenger’s chest off the mat. If that wasn’t bad enough, Ohno put her right foot against the base of her foe’s neck and kicked out, just THWHUNKING Singh’s head into the mat with a resounding Curbstomp. Still not through, the Invasion standout arched backward in a flawless bridge, hooked her hands under Amara’s chin and puuuuuuuulled up to secure the Muta Lock.
CURBSTOMP & MUTA LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wqypcX4YEY
For several moments, the Curbstomp knocked enough of the senses out of the Indian to keep the pain from the expertly applied Muta Lock from registering. But the champ’s insistence on wrenching Singh’s neck and back made the anguish inescapable after a dozen seconds, Amara mewling in pain but shaking her head when Carpenter asked if she wanted to give up her title challenge.
“Are you sure?” the slight but sinister Invasion manager chirped from outside. “There is a reason Reiko only accepted challenges in Japan. No one on this continent is worthy.”
The Empress wanted to respond, but the increasing curve in her spine and neck had her mightily distracted and Singh did all she could to hold on until the Reiko’s bridge collapsed from fatigue.
But Ohno scrambled to her feet and violently tugged Singh to hers before Amara could even get in one massaging squeeze to her lower back. Grabbing a wrist of the bigger challenger, Reiko sent the grappler from the subcontinent off with a whip. On her rebound and return, Amara tried to use her weight advantage with a Crossbody Splash, but the champ skillfully flipped Singh up her body, capturing Amara across her shoulders at the end of the juggling, the back of her head pressed into the small of the Indian’s back. With an arm wrapped around her foe’s throat on one side and her ankles on the other, Reiko spins in a tight circle to disorient her challenger before dropping to her knees and rack attacking Singh.
ATLANTIDA BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zevJ_fi8cFA
Amara barrel rolled away after the impact but halted to arch her aching vertebrae in agony. Ohno threw her body across the beleaguered Singh, Amara flattened to the mat and pulled into a tight two-legged cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
and Singh broke free, a smattering of applause breaking out, more likely for the match continuing than any wish for Singh to win.
Reiko sent a series of Karate Chops to Amara’s chest, Yuko’s Cyclone looking like a whirlwind indeed, her energy overwhelming the challenger after Amara survived the Invasion powerhouse to get the opportunity to take the Eurasian belt. Reiko snatched a handful of Amara’s long dark locks and dragged her to the ropes, dropping her throat across the middle cable and mounting her, one leg of the champ landing atop Singh’s right shoulder and through the ropes to press down on her foe.
Al started the count on time and Ohno used her full four-second allotment before removing herself and going chest to chest with the ref. As she engaged the buffoon, Yuko slipped in from the side and cupped her hands around the back of Amara’s neck, YANKING down on the challenger, collapsing Singh’s windpipe, Amara’s face turning rosy as she gasped for air.
The FAWNatics jeered at the devious general of the Invasion, Yuko releasing just as Al turned away from the champ to check on Singh’s progress in pulling to her feet. Instead, Amara remained slumped, gasping for oxygen.
Reiko pushed past Carpenter to retain her advantage, sinking her nails into Amara’s scalp and pulling her up. As she’s forced to rise, Singh’s fingertips turned into weapons as she slashed her nails across Reiko’s dark peepers. Ohno shrieked in pain as she spun away from her challenger, blindly weaving to the opposite side of the ring, rubbing at her eyes furiously. Outside, Ogura’s good mood changed drastically, Yuko howling in protest and demanding Singh be summarily disqualified and expelled from the organization.
Instead, Carpenter gave Amara the standard admonition. Singh, having dropped to one knee, concentrated more on regaining her breath and senses, her act of desperation successful but not game-changing, yet.
As a sightless Reiko swept Backhand Chops in front of her blindly, the Empress rose and carefully tracked the champ, Yuko shouting warnings to her charge in her native tongue. Ohno responded accordingly, but Amara was able duck Reiko’s chop and inflicted a blazing one of her own that ‘lights up’ the chest of the Japanese grappler. Reiko was nearly blown over from the impact. She regained her footing only to be nailed again…AND AGAIN. The third meaty THWACK took Reiko off her feet, her back slamming against the canvas. She scrambled to her feet only to be taken down violently with a Clothesline.
In response to Yuko’s urgent screams, Reiko struggled up again. While her vision seemed to be clearing, her situation grew more tenuous as Amara landed a Forearm Smash to the chest of the champ, sending Reiko staggering in a backpedal that only stopped when her back pressed against the buckles behind her.
The Bollywood Bombshell followed her foe in and was met with a blistering Chop from Reiko that backed Singh up a step. The moment was all Reiko required to grab Amara by a shoulder and switch places with her, sweeping Singh past to take her position in the corner. A wincing Amara was nailed with a follow-up European Uppercut to straighten her. Reiko then took a long lolly lick of her palm and attacked with a resounding set of Knife-Edges that had Amara reeling, her legs launching in front of her as her upper body was forced back from the stinging power of the blows.
With Yuko nodding at the crowd and pointing over her shoulder to the show, Amara responded like the champion she hoped to be. On one of the leeeans, she launched her legs high enough to climb over Reiko’s shoulders. Her coppery stems cinched tight around Ohno’s braincase in a tight scissors. Amara hand-walked her way down the ropes for room to maneuver and pushed off, a makeshift ‘Rana sending the smaller joshi flying in a front flip across the canvas.
A growling Amara rubbed at the red streak cross her chest, but she had little time for more as Ohno used the momentum provided her to pop to her feet and race at Amara, ready to deliver her Cyclone Smash to deck Singh.
But Amara swept the effort by like a bullfighter and Reiko crashed chest-first into the buckles. Before Reiko could turn, Amara fired a flurry of side kicks into the lower back of the champ, peppering her with shots to the kidneys and spine before spinning her foe to endure some wicked, clapping backhands, landing a half-dozen before halting at Carpenter’s insistence.
Amara turned and jogged to the opposite corner before spinning into a sprint toward the Invader. The Bombshell launched from several feet out, getting some serious height on her leap before SPLASHING down on the Cyclone like an Indian Ocean tsunami, burying Reiko beneath her copper-skinned, athletic frame. Amara bounced away from the impact and let Reiko stagger drunkenly out of the corner until the Eurasian champ’s legs ‘turned off’ and she took a header mid-ring.
Ignoring Yuko’s efforts to engage her in a heated conversation, Amara raced after the splattered Ohno and vaulted into the air in a jackknife leap. She dropped the pointed right knee and, somehow, Reiko blindly rolled out of the way, Singh PLANTING her joint into the thinly-covered plywood. Amara rolled to the right, ending on her back, holding her throbbing leg tight while Reiko slid out of the ring and into the hands of Yuko, who propped her against the apron.
Inside, Amara used the ropes to climb up. Frustrated at her inability to string offense together, the challenger lined up Yuko and Reiko in her sights and sprinted, with a noticeable hitch in her giddy-up, toward the Invaders, apparently ready to take out both with a Suicide Dive.
Let it never be said that Yuko Ogura didn’t go all out for her charges when it mattered most. Catching wind of Singh’s headlong assault about half a heartbeat after the challenger took flight, the Invasion’s general plowed into Reiko with a colossal shove that forced her from the blast radius at the expense of taking Singh’s wrath all by her lonesome. BWAAANGED against the steel guardrail with enough force to bruise the shins of everyone in section 1-B, Ogura dropped to her tush and immediately slopped to one side, all the better to curl up in a shivering ball.
“Thuuuhh… that’ll teach you, bytch.” Amara growled at the suffering general as she clambered to one knee. “Stay out of my way or the next one will put you THROUGH the barricaNNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Singh’s joy in removing Ogura from the equation came to a swift end when an upright (and quite angry) Ohno stepped in off her foe’s left and THWHACKED a resounding kick off Amara’s ear.
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKnPitKEU0E
The Bollywood Bombshell reeled back then slumped forward, kept from landing atop Yuko by grace of a hand draped casually over the top of the rail. “Big mistake, princess.” Reiko sneered in the midst of twining her hands in Amara’s hair. “Yuko’s the only person out here capable of pulling me off your sorry ass. If she gets carted to the back, you’re leaving this ring on a stretcher.”
Amara wanted to answer but her head was full of fireworks and her mouth was full of cotton, the best she could manage was a sort of defiant moan that transformed into a woozy yelp when Ohno hauled her to her feet. Certain that anything in the champ’s playbook meant problems for her immediate wellbeing, Singh grabbed at Ohno’s wrists and when that didn’t do the trick she snatched hold of the apron. The svelte Samurai took it all in stride, indeed she was still heading to the steel steps when she reached back and bent Amara’s fingers back toward her wrist. Amara wailed and let go of her anchor, making it all the easier for Reiko to spring her nasty trap.
Positioned between the challenger and the corner, Ohno wedged the other brunette’s left hand into a thin crack between the steps and the ring-post, then put her other hand against the top step and pushed forward until Amara’s digits were stuck fast. Sure, she could’ve struggled free if given ten to fifteen seconds all by her lonesome, problem was Ohno had no intention of giving her such a gift. Darting away from trap once it was sprung, the Eurasian Champion wheeled around at the foot of the ramp and raced straight for Amara. In no mood to absorb another kick to the skull, Singh twisted her head away to deflect the inevitable strike. Ohno had indeed contemplated a Super Kick or just a high speed Dropkick but she adjusted on the fly as soon as she noticed Amara defending her head.
Ultimately she DID choose a Dropkick, unfortunately for Singh this one connected with the bottom step, which was then driven back into the challenger’s trapped hand! Amara wailed over the hollow BWONG and jerked her throbbing extremity free of Reiko’s brutally blunt bear trap. Stuffing that hand into her right armpit, Singh wheeled around and practically threw herself under the bottom rope, presumably to escape the Cyclone’s rage.
Ohno followed after but didn’t go far, in fact she hit full reverse as soon as Carpenter ended the count and went to check on Yuko, who’d managed to pull herself into a slumped seat against the barrier. “You ok, Yuko?” the champ asked without dropping to a knee. “Need me to call the medics?”
Ogura rubbed the back of her head, looked up and scowled. “What are you doing out here? Get inside and finish her off!”
Reiko refrained from rolling her eyes until her back was turned, then she crossed the narrow aisle and sprang onto the apron in a single feline leap. In the ring, Amara grit her teeth while the ref checked on her crushed fingers. A roar from the crowd told Singh that Ohno was drawing close, but the challenger kept her eyes down until-- Reiko leapt onto the top rope and Singh exploded in a flat out sprint toward the strands. Momentarily startled by the Indian’s reckless approach, Ohno couldn’t make her leap before Amara barreled into the ropes full force. Footing obliterated, Reiko tumbled off her perch and THWHUMPED down hard on her left shoulder and hip.
“Get used to that feeling, peasant.” Singh hissed at the writhing champion. “Helpless groveling is the fate of all who would oppose me.” Reiko heard this but didn’t pay it much mind, she was understandably preoccupied with rubbing the ache from her shoulder. This proved a costly mistake, as she didn’t notice the Bollywood Bombshell closing in until Singh went low and THWHAPPED both heels into the pit of her stomach with a Baseball Slide Dropkick.
Reiko ‘oooffffhhed’ and rolled over onto her chest, arms crossed over her roiling tummy. Above her, Amara stomped an angry little circle before putting one foot on the curve of Ohno’s upturned glutes. “Down. Down, peasant!” Singh pushed up, using all her weight to force the champ’s tawny frame flat against the mat. “That’s right, eyes on the mat while you think about the folly of thinking you could deny me what is rightfully mine. If you’ve any sense at all you won’t dare raise your eyes until I say you can.”
Clearly unimpressed by the severity of her situation, Reiko braced her palms against the mat and raised her head. “Screw you, Bollywood trash. You have no idea what I’m going to do to UUUUUNNNNNNGGHHHH!” Amara leapt up, tucked her heels in against her bum and drilled both knees into the hollow of Ohno’s back. The Samurai howled and tried to squirm out from under the challenger, alas Amara snatched a handful of hair and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back, putting even more pressure on Reiko’s neck.
Carpenter let it slide for a few seconds, under the impression that Singh was angling for a Bow & Arrow or possibly the Camel Clutch she’d been affecting as of late. But no, she simply wanted to show the Invader’s suffering to the crowd, so he tapped her on the wrist and said, “That’s enough, Amara. Let go of her hair and get back to it.”
Amara licked her lips and flashed an evil smile. “An excellent idea, Mr. Carpenter. Perhaps I’ll make you my manservant once I’m the Eurasian Queen.”
The ref didn’t know what so say to that, so he just cleared his throat and backed off after Singh bounced her rival’s forehead off the thinly-sheathed plywood. Sauntering her way into the corner lined up with the top of Reiko’s noggin, Amara strapped an invisible belt around her waist, then made a beeline for the downed brunette. Dropping low when she was almost on top of Reiko, Singh hooked her prey’s chin in both hands and somersaulted forward to WRENCH her head up n’ back with a violent Reverse Neck Snap.
REVERSE NECK SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VF0gv0NQqc
Ohno jolted and flopped onto her back, both hands laced against the base of her neck while one foot beat an erratic signal on the canvas. Amara thought about going for a cover before clamping a hand around the Cyclone’s neck and hoisting her to verticality. “I can win the Eurasian title with one hand, peasant.” the Indian superstar sneered. “But can you defend it with no neck? I think not.”
Feeling no particular need for an answer, Amara curled her right arm around the back of Ohno’s neck and clasped the back of her head so that the point of the champ’s jaw was wedged against Amara’s shoulder. Her other hand grabbed hold of Reiko’s waistband and treated it to a hard yank, a little humiliation to go with the pain that came when Singh leapt up and dropped to her knees, just MASHING the champ’s mandibles with a Lifting Jawbreaker!
LIFTING JAWBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEjx1wnzdMA
A dazed Reiko slumped to her haunches. She swayed like a reed in the wind with Singh on her knees just in front of the gobsmacked Invader. Amara gave the champ a disdainful pat on the top of the head as she rose and the Empress turned to find Yuko.
“It appears your Cyclone has stopped spinning, Little Miss Ogura,” Amara informed.
The diminutive businesswoman growled adorably before shrieking less so at the dimmed lights of Ohno’s eyes. A responsive Reiko lifted one knee to push to vertical and Amara was off like a shot, racing to the ropes and rebounding. Reaching her foe, she leapt to a foothold on the Invader’s raised knee and THWAPPED a Shining Wizard into the back of Reiko’s noggin, sending the Japanese grappler into an abbreviated header, Ohno’s face splattering against the canvas.
ENZU SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8I1M16Fv-s
The Bollywood Bombshell dropped to her knees and shoveled Reiko to her back, quickly climbing on board with a Crossbody press. Singh hooked the far leg for good measure and collected the…
ONE…
TWO…
and with Yuko’s high-pitched urging…Reiko kicked free with a second to spare.
The Empress stared up at Carpenter, obviously reconsidering her offer to make Al her cabin boy.
“Three? Do you know it?” Singh asked, her voice surprisingly calm.
Carpenter nodded his head under the glare of Amara until a groan from Ohno, who pushed to her feet, drew the attention of the Empress.
“You want up? Up we go,” the Indian teased, dragging Reiko with her as she rose, but in so doing, kept the Invader bent backward at the waist, Amara slipping an arm in front of Reiko’s throat to capture her in a Dragon Sleeper.
Ohno twisted weakly as Yuko complained from the sidelines of a nonexistent hair pull. Finally losing her temper with the constant nails-on-chalkboard haranguing from the AI manager, Amara tossed Reiko to the canvas, the Cyclone landing with a THUD. She walked to the ropes above the full sixty inches of the Invasion’s general and pushed the top rope up while sitting on the middle.
“Get your pinstripes in here,” Amara demanded. “I don’t care if it’s one-and-a-half against one. Anything is better than my ears bleeding another second.”
Again, Singh motioned for Yuko to enter and shockingly Ogura climbed to the apron. She pushed Amara from her seat on the cables and Singh straightened into a staredown, the thin rubber-coated metal cables the only thing between them.
“Do not mistake yourself as being anything more than fodder for my garden to grow,” Ogura assured in an unusually controlled tone. The calm discreet pitch should have been a clue something was amiss and Yuko hopped to the floor just as Reiko rammed into Singh’s lower spine with a raised knee.
Amara yelped in pain, her back arching, and the champ used the opportunity to grab a shoulder and a handful of material on her foe’s hip to send Singh hurtling over the top, the Indian crashing to the floor not more than a couple steps from the smirking leader of the Asian Invasion.
Yuko looked up at Al innocently and proceeded to stomp Amara into curry, Singh unable to cover all her targets and Ogura surprisingly effective in finding an open one with each landing of her black business pump.
Carpenter was aghast, but he could tell from the constant glances by Yuko to meet his eyes that the manager’s more than willing to take the DQ to keep the title in the hands of her forces. Instead of calling for the bell, Al slipped through and drops to the floor, separating Yuko from the battered Singh.
Amara weakly pushed to all fours, looking drained and obviously learning a lesson about how even a tiny terror could emphasize the terrible over the tiny given the chance.
With his eyes on said terror, Carpenter missed Reiko slide through the ropes and drop next to Singh behind him. Yanking her foe up by the Bombshell’s ebony locks, Ohno didn’t let go through ONE, TWO, THREE SLAMS of Amara’s face to the thinly-sheathed plywood. Reiko finally tossed her away like an empty bottle of sake.
As Al turned to scold Reiko, Amara staggered away from one Invader and, unfortunately, toward another. The sinister Yuko split Amara’s wickets with a hateful punt to the privates that lifted Singh to tiptoes, her dark eyes wide and pleading. The hands of the Empress fell to her crotch as she melted to her knees, leaning a moist cheek on Ogura’s thigh, huffing a pained set of breaths into Yuko’s center.
“Are you learning?” Yuko whispered before stepping back several steps to let Carpenter find the busted Indian moaning in anguish by her lonesome.
She’s not alone for long however as Reiko stepped around Al and tugged Amara up to pigeon-toes. Ohno pulled her ‘new best friend’ shoulder to shoulder and took her turn with a whisper.
“Did Yuko pay you a little visit?” Ohno chuckled. “Sometimes she’s so fast I’m not even sure.”
Ending their short-lived buddyhood, Reiko moved her hand from the Indian’s shoulder to her scalp and SLAMMED Amara’s face into the deck once more for luck. Ohno stuffed her foe back into the squared circle under the bottom rope and both Carpenter and the Invader joined the blasted Bollywood Bombshell.
The champ was clearly finding her stride now, not a hint of concern as she dragged the reeling Singh to her feet and bullied her deep into the ropes only to send Amara scampering across the canvas. Reiko followed her foe to mid-ring and collected the copper-skinned beauty on the rebound. Ohno plucked Singh off the canvas and juggled the bigger woman in front of her before dropping to one knee and separating a couple of the Indian’s vertebrae with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker.
TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER:[\b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fshq_oSLAsI
Ohno forcefully shoved the broken Bombshell off bended knee and stuffed her flat to the deck, one palm pressing into Amara’s navel, the other into her chest for an imperious pin for the Invader for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Amara forced a shoulder off the canvas, barely, and she could manage little else, particularly when an angered Reiko mounted her in a forward-facing straddle and leveled a dozen open-hand slaps to the tawny chest of the challenger, the craaaacks echoing through the arena, the crowd unable to keep up with all of the requisite WOOOOs.
The suffering Empress crossed her arms over her chest but mustered no other defense, indeed it fell on the shoulders of Al Carpenter to start a count when the champion showed no signs of ending her breast-blistering barrage. Yuko argued against this in two languages, but the official was undeterred and Reiko was forced to stand up at ‘FOUR!’ and seven-eighth’s. Lips curled in a wicked smirk, Ohno blew some invisible steam off her smackin’ palm, the raised one foot and planted it on the scorched earth of Singh’s chest. Already close, Carpenter dropped to one knee and counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Amara didn’t so much kick out as she swatted the Invader’s foot from its perch with a whisper to spare. The crowd popped for the near fall, showing an appreciation for the challenger’s heart, if not her demeanor or tactics. Patently unimpressed by this useless resistance, Ohno stepped backward until she was positioned at her opponent’s feet. “You’ve offered more challenge than any of these pathetic Americans,” Reiko admitted as she claimed possession of Singh’s ankles, “but it’s still not enough to take the title from around my waist. And now you’ll suffer the same fate as all those who fell before you.”
With Amara’s legs stretched in a wide ‘V’, Reiko stepped through with her right leg and quickly crossed the Indian’s stems over her thigh in a snug ‘X’. Amara, who’d been practically motionless since the Slaps ended, suddenly struggled to life, digging her elbows into the canvas and clambering her way backward in hopes of reaching the ropes before the champ could cinch on ‘Ohno Not That!’ Alas, Reiko was determined as ever and she draaaaaaagged her burden back to the center of the ring, much to Yuko’s delight. Dipping down in a crouch as she prepared to turn the pretender on her belly, Ohno purred, “Peasant or Empress, EVERYTHING gets ruined in the wake of a CycloWHOOOAAAHHHH!”
Singh sat up, wrapped an arm around the back of Reiko’s neck and pulled her down into an improvised Small Package that had the crowd and Ogura shouting for very different reasons.
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Ohno escaped by the slimmest of margins but give the champ credit, she didn’t waste so much as a whisper on checking with the referee, she simply honed in on a rising Amara and THWHACKED a murderous Roundhouse off the side of her skull.
ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XaNom8l7vI
The challenger went down like a puppet with cut strings, Singh slumping onto her face in a near-faint. Ogura smacked the mat and demanded her Samurai make the cover, however Ohno must’ve had other ideas, as she shoveled Amara onto her tummy and stomped toward the nearest corner without even attempting a cover. Back to her adversary and advocate, Reiko grabbed the top rope and boosted herself to the high rent district in a single quick leap. A Phoenix Splash had sounded like the perfect way to cap off her ‘Mania experience, so of course Yuko had to spoil it by squalling, “SHE’S UP! TURN AROUND REIKO, THE URCHIN IS ON HER FEET!”
The champ shifted her weight and executed a quick turn to get a better angle on the action. Sure enough Amara was vertical, although the distinct wobble in her knees told Ohno it was a new development. Adjusting the plan as necessary, Reiko stood up straight, sighted in on the kick-shocked Bombshell and leapt out into the void with her legs stretched in a narrow ‘V’. There was a soft ‘thump’ as Ohno landed astride her opponent’s shoulders, followed immediately by a resounding THAWHAM as Singh caught the champ around the hips and dropped to her tush! The Sit-Out Bollywood Bomb set the ring to rockin’ and the crowd to roarin’, a solid wall of sound that got that much higher as Singh leaned into the other brunette’s upturned haunches for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Reiko shot a shoulder off the mat, thus prolonging the match and delaying Yuko’s heart attack in a single stroke. Much as the Cyclone hadn’t bothered to enquire about her last near fall, Amara ignored Carpenter entirely in favor of scrambling to her feet. Snagging hold of the champ’s ankles in the process, Singh pulled Reiko’s legs off the mat, prized them apart and promptly dropped to her knees to THWHUMP a Headbutt into the Invader’s, ahem, lower abdomen. The violent spasm from Ohno seemed to indicate it was a little bit lower than regulation, but Al didn’t bother with a warning since Yuko had so blatantly stomped Amara only a few minutes prior. Even so, he cleared his throat and said, “Keep it above the belt, Amara.” when the Indian grappler regained her footing.
“Don’t concern yourself with me, Carpenter.” she smirked. “Focus on all the whining and pleading about to overwhelm your senses!”
Al didn’t hear much of anything save Yuko and the crowd at that moment, but that changed when Singh tucked Reiko’s feet under her armpits, rolled the champion onto her tummy and stepped over to sink in an incredibly deep Boston Crab! (specialized name?) Her spine still throbbing after the Powerbomb, Reiko keened and twisted like a live wire as Singh reefed back on the hold and bounced the heavy curve of her backside into the small of her foe’s back. “HOLD STEADY, REIKO!” Yuko shouted at the top of her lungs. “SUMMON YOUR STRENGTH AND FOLLOW ME!”
Shaking her head ‘no’ as Carpenter questioned her about surrender, Reiko smacked flattened palms against the mat, pushed up as best she could and started inching toward safety. Amara felt this, looked over her shoulder and scoffed. “That’s right, crawl on your belly, peasant. I want that insect of a manager to see the torment in your eyes when you tap out!”
Ohno didn’t answer, she was too busy trying to hold in a shriek as the distance between her and the ropes shrank inch by agonizing inch. After nearly forty seconds Reiko wrapped one straining hand around the rubber-coated steel and pulled herself in close. “BREAK THE HOLD!” Yuko demanded at once. “BREAK THE HOLD, SHE’S IN THE ROPES!”
Singh did as bade, of course the quick break meant a little more leniency from the official when she stood up and promptly delivered half a dozen stomps to Ohno’s lower back. Reiko cringed and pulled herself closer to the ropes, drawing her chest up against the middle strand either to regain her feet or possibly crawl out of the ring. Whatever the reason, Amara left her to it long enough to whip around and race across the canvas at high speed. Understandably focused on her ailing charge, Yuko didn’t note Singh’s return until the Empress was bearing down on the both of them and by then it was far too late. Leaving the canvas in a feet-first dive, Singh skidded over the rope and THWHUMPED her feet into Ogura’s chest while simultaneously dropping the full weight of her rear across Reiko’s neck, effectively hot-shotting her against the strand!
Yuko was knocked off her feet and BWAAANGED into the guardrail to drop to her butt in a heap while Ohno’s head snapped back and sent her rolling back to the middle of the squared circle in a gasping, writhing tangle of limbs. Landing on her feet on the outside of the ring, Amara surveyed Yuko for a moment, then stepped forward and THWHUMPED a vicious kick into her belly. Ogura ‘ooooffhhhhed’ and curled into a ball, a look Singh thought she pulled off very well. “Your Invasion ends tonight, peasant.” Amara taunted. “The Golden Empress rises in its place!”
No answer from the gutted manager, so Singh turned around and hopped back onto the apron. Rather than slip through the ropes she grabbed the top in both hands and leaned back, patiently waiting while Reiko slowly scraped herself off the mat. “Yuuuuhhh…. Yuko, Yuko!” the champ groaned. “Grab my title, we’re getting out of here!”
“Don’t count on it, bytch.”
The Cyclone looked up in surprise and caught just a glimpse of her tawny opposition vaulting over the strands. Then Amara caught her head in both hands and sat out full force to THWHUNK Reiko’s face into the canvas courtesy of her Bollywood Bash. Ohno was spiked like a lawn dart, her lissome frame freezing solid for a second before she went limp and slopped out flat on her face.
SLINGSHOT BOLLYWOOD BASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h99Ww5oEwmY
Even then Amara didn’t go for a cover, rather she grabbed Ohno by the ankles and draaaaaaaaagged her out into the middle of the canvas. “YOU’RE ALL WITNESS TO A GLORY!” Amara shouted to the FAWNatics as she straddled her foe’s back. “THE ASCENDANCY OF THE GOLDEN EMPRESS!”
They didn’t much like the sound of that, not that it stopped Amara from settling into a seat on Ohno’s lower back. Feet set flat against the mat, she gripped Reiko’s biceps and pulled her upper body up off the mat so she could drape the champion’s arms across her thighs. Licking her lips in anticipation, Amara laced her fingers under the other woman’s chin, then leaned forward and murmured, “Surrender to despair, peasant.” Singh REEEEEEEFED backward on the Camel Clutch, the hold violently wrenching Ohno’s supple form into a shape like a tipped over ‘J’.
Al knew that shape from seeing it whenever Jenny caught some poor unfortunate in the Ladder, so he quickly dropped to one knee and said, “What do you say, Reiko, need me to call for the bell?”
Ohno couldn’t shake her head and she couldn’t open her mouth, so she wiggled a finger ‘no’ to confirm her resistance.
Amara only chuckled and bared her teeth. “Your reign is all but over, false queen. The only thing left to do is surrender the title to ME!” She leaned forward only to pull back even harder, the strain on Ohno’s body most obvious in her neck and in the way her chest was pointed almost directly at the rafters. “No one’s coming to save you, bytch. Your general has fallen and the rest of your Invasion doesn’t dare oppose me. Now submit!” Amara pushed up onto her toes and leaaaaaaned back, her face turned to the rafters as she tried to force Reiko past her breaking po--
“AAAAAHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAAHHHP! I QUIT! I QUIT! I QUIT!” Ohno smacked her palms against Amara’s calves and wailed her surrender, but Singh maintained the Clutch all through the clanging of the bell.
Indeed, she didn’t let go until the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission and the NEW Eurasian Champion… AMARA SINGH!”
A growling Singh wasn’t satisfied and continued to wrench in reverse, curling Reiko into an arch for which Ohno’s spine was nowhere near designed.
The crowd murmured in discomfort, even if the anguish they recognized was an Invader’s.
Carpenter stepped toward Amara, threatening to take away her title if she didn’t release. The Indian remained seemingly unconcerned until she saw the cavalry coming in the form of Sayuki, Sayuri and Seah. The charging threesome were more convincing than the man in stripes and the new champion gave up her BollyKnot, Reiko oozing back into a more reasonable shape.
Amara scrambled to her feet and to the ropes opposite the approaching Invaders. After a moment of consideration, she evacuated, giving up any chance to celebrate with her newly won hardware in the ring.
Instead, she hustled to the rising Yuko and snatched her, twisting the tiny businesswoman into a Hammerlock, wrapping her free arm around Ogura’s throat.
“Get me the belt,” Singh shouted. “You get your boss back when I get my gold and an exit out of here.”
While Sayuri and Seah assisted the vanquished former champion in the ring, Sayuki played negotiator on the outside, motioning Al to give the Bollywood Bombshell her prize. Singh led Yuko around the squared circle until her back was to the ramp and, when Carpenter handed over the belt, Amara shoved Yuko into the cradling arms of the Invasion’s powerhouse.
Yuko shrieked for Sayuki to crush the backpedaling champion, but Amara’s head start and Ogura’s condition convinced her otherwise.
Once Amara knew she had no pursuers, she slowed to a triumphant stride, holding the belt aloft and pointing toward herself in satisfaction. Always an Empress in her mind, she now had undisputable evidence she’s a Golden Empress, ruling not only the subcontinent but her corner of FAWN as well. And who knew how big that corner might become.