Post by bigfan on May 7, 2017 2:09:21 GMT
That this is a FAWN Tag Championship match, and fans won’t just take note of it…they’ll play very close attention.
The Ríúil Kanes have just begun their latest reign as the tag queens…a title run which the War Party aim to make an historically brief one. Although never really major players on the big stage in FAWN, the Halfmoon sisters have proven themselves to be highly successful, and highly popular, on the house show circuit. Now, they hope that their time ‘under the radar’ will cause the Kanes to underestimate their challengers. That will give the Native American battlers an edge, and few teams in FAWN have been able to make so much out of an edge than they.
The excited buzz among the fans grew to almost palpable levels when, at last, the house lights dim, and Winterhawk's “Fight” blares through the speakers.
"Introducing first the challengers," the announcer brays. "From the Standing Rock Reservation in North Dakota, and weighing a combined weight of two-hundred and forty pounds, they are Kasa and Kaya Halfmoon...the WAAAAAAAAAAAAR PAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRTYYYY!"
WAR PARTY:
Tearing open the curtain, the Halfmoons march down the long aisle to the ring, each garbed in matching black one-pieces and dark red boots. A silver crescent moon is stitched to the right rear hip of Kasa's suit, while an identical one appears on the left side of Kaya. Observant fans note that other than this, it's otherwise nigh-impossible to tell them apart.
One of the many fan-held signs reads, WAR PARTY: BURY THE KANES AT WOUNDED KNEE! and that's just what the Sioux siblings intend to do.
“And now,” the ring announcer says, addressing a raucous audience, “hailing from Galway, Ireland, and weighing a combined weight of two hundred and fifty-nine pounds…they are the reigning FAWN Tag Team Champions…Maeve and Moira, they are the RIUIIIIILLLL KAAAAAAAAAAAANES!”
RIUIL KANES:
Celtic pipes waft through the arena's sound system, but that quickly morphs into an electronica beat as the curtain tears open, the spotlight fixing upon the two women who emerge. The elder Kane, Maeve, emerges first, her curvaceous body-hugging hunter green one-piece surrendering a tantalizing amount of cleavage, while her sister Moira is clad in a two-piece ensemble that was of a darker shade of green than that of her sibling, the bikini briefs of which displayed a fair amount of derriere cheeks.
The Irishwomen strode down to the ring exuding nothing but absolutely supreme confidence, each brandishing her title belt over a shoulder, the golden faceplate glistening under the arena lights. By any measure, they were one of the best tag teams in wrestling today, and although they were not the tag title holders at present, there were many who considered them the superior team this night. There was no doubt in their minds that they were leave the ring tonight once more possessing those straps of leather and gold.
Climbing up the ring stairs to the apron, Maeve need only arch an eyebrow and give the slightest tilt of her head toward the referee, and he quickly moves to sit on the bottom rope and open the cables up for them. Such is the privilege of hard-earned success. Blonde Moira and redheaded Maeve step into the squared circle, and the crowd explodes with cheers for the Irish lasses.
The War Party explodes, too, as both of the Halfmoons bolt across the ring and slam their shoulders into a corresponding Kane. Moira slams into the ropes as Kasa throws her body against her, but Kaya bowls Maeve over. With the smaller Kane on her back, Kaya bounces over to her sister's side and both Halfmoons grab a Moira leg and toss her over the ropes. The larger Kane must be part cat as she manages to flip and not land on her head, but she does catch a shoulder on the ring skirt before tumbling outside.
"Tenderizer?" Kaya asks with a smile.
"Tenderizer," Kasa agrees. Kasa steps over and yanks Maeve up, pulling her backwards and tucking her head under the Sioux fighter's arm. Kaya picks up the belt with the smaller Kane dropped it and eyes Maeve's stretched out, green clad belly before raising the title and whipping it down. The leather strap slaps across Maeve's stomach and the Celt grunts. Kaya does it twice more, hitting harder, before driving a knee up between Kane's legs. The ref, having given up on any semblance of decorum, signals the bell and starts the match.
"You first, sister dear," Kaya coos as she moves back towards the War Party corner.
"An honor, sister beloved," Kasa says as she pulls her feet up and drops to the mat, driving the back of Maeve's skull into the canvas. Maeve bounces off the plywood and onto her side. She shakes the cobwebs from her head and tries to pull away, but Kasa is already up and kicks her across the temple. Maeve is flat on her back again and this time, standing at the redhead's crown, Kasa stands on her hair while reaching down and grabbing Maeve's wrists. She pulls up, stretching the champion's arms while pulling her hair at the roots. The ref snaps to action and begins a count. He almost gets to five before Kasa releases and steps back.
"She had a crick in her back," Kasa says, glancing out of the ring. "I was helping her pop it." The referee scolds the twin but she is more attentive to Moira, slowly gathering herself up to her feet. She'll be on the ring skirt shortly, Kasa things with a grin. She heaves Maeve up by her locks and slings her into the War Party corner, where Kaya waits and whistles.
Maeve, for her part, is stunned at just how proactive the Halfmoons are. They've barely been a footnote in FAWN's history - an angry version of the Bloodwinds at best - but they are taking her to task. A point driven home when Kasa drives her elbow between Maeve's breasts at full speed. Kane's eyes bulge and her lungs shudder from the impact. The series of subsequent vicious slaps across her breasts from Kasa don't help, either
Kaya smiles innocently at the ref, who seems to be paying more attention to her than the legal fighters. For good reason, of course. Kaya spies Moira finally up on the skirt in the Kane corner, shaking her head and resting a foot on the bottom rope. She clucks her tongue and Kasa's ears perk up. It's a code the two have worked out and Kasa immediately looks towards the opposing corner.
"Oh, really, bitch?" Kasa screams stepping towards the Kane corner. "Two on one? FINE! COME IN HERE!" The referee whips to see where Kasa is screaming. Immediately, Kaya's hands clamp down on Maeve's throat while he's distracted. Kasa looks to the official. "She's getting in the ring to attack me but you worry about hair!"
Moira looks up, confused at the commotion but then sees her sister struggling, being choked from behind. As the ref watches, the larger blonde Kane moves into the ring to aid her sister. The official intercepts and blocks her, physically forcing her out of the ring while Kasa returns to her corner and begins to pummel the gut of the gasping Maeve. The Halfmoons love every second, too, stretching it - and Maeve - out for as long as they can. Kaya finally whips Maeve to the side, yanking her head backwards over the top rope and stretching her out. Kasa blows a kiss to Moira before spinning and aiming a roundhouse kick for her prone target.
The boot lands like a sledgehammer into the redhead's belly, knocking the wind from her with a pained gasp. As she doubles over and drops to her knees, the referee finally starts to impose some order, and commands one of the Halfmoons to vacate the ring. The twins shoot one another a silent glance that speaks volumes, and Kaya wordlessly steps between the ropes and exits. Of course, that doesn't mean she can't still have some fun.
From her corner, Moira watches gravely as Kasa grabs a handful of Maeve’s crimson locks and pulls her along, forcing the wheezing Irish battler to crawl to center ring on all fours. She then stands straddling Kane and sits down on her back. Next, she cups her hands under the tag champ’s chin and yanks her head back, causing Maeve to moan as her neck is painfully wrenched. The ref asks her if she wants to submit, but the redhead hisses a response in Gaelic that clearly means no…and doubtlessly contained a profanity or two.
So intensely is Moira observing this, she fails to notice that Kaya has jumped down from her corner and stealthily snuck around the ringside until she’s directly behind the blonde. The shouts of warning from fans go unheeded, and it isn’t until she suddenly feels a pair of hands grasping around her ankles that the younger Kane realizes something is transpiring. Unfortunately for her she has no time to react, as Kaya suddenly yanks her feet out from under her, sending Moira tumbling down to the floor…with her chin slamming into the edge of the ring apron as she falls.
The blow sufficiently stuns her enough that she offers no more resistance than a mumbled groan as Halfmoon grips her by the hair and hauls her back up to her feet, then shoves her stumbling backward, until her back is draped over the steel divider separating that ringside from the fans. With malicious glee, the Native American deftly unhooks and removes her foe’s halter top, freeing her breasts…much to the hollered approval of the spectators. Kaya then lands a couple of tomahawk chops to her embattled rival’s chest, causing those liberated ‘lasses’ to bounce wildly in pained displeasure.
Next, Kaya bends down, grabs Moira by the legs, and flips her up and over to the other side of the divider, where she crashes to the floor at the feet of the spectators. The dark tressed beauty knows full well that those fans will eagerly “help” Kane back over the railing…although it will probably take a couple of minutes before they’re done pawing her. Smiling smugly at her handiwork, Kaya wipes imaginary dirt from her hands and saunters back to her corner, where she happily takes in the spectacle of her sister utterly dominating the other half of the tag team champions.
Having grown bored with her chinlock, Kasa released it, then jumped up and came back down, her butt slamming into Maeve’s lower back. The impact caused the redhead to flop down onto her chest, and the Native American battler wasted no time in grabbing Kane’s wrists and pulling her arms up behind her. Halfmoon then places the soles of both of her boots against Maeve’s back between her shoulder blades, and then leans back. The Irishwoman yowls from the torture, her arms feeling as if they’ll be pulled from their sockets. Kasa leans back so far she’s nearly horizontal, and actually lifts Maeve’s upper body off of the canvas, her chest protruding out as if she were the figurehead on the bow of a sailing ship. Glancing over at her sister, Kasa shares a silent gleam of the eye with her; both Bloodwinds can practically feel those ten pounds of leather and gold belts around their waists already.
The daydream is interrupted as Kasa jolts forward. Looking down, she sees Maeve pulling against her restraints, a less than gentle reminder that the Irish woman is in pain but not down. The redhead valiantly tries to pull her arms free of Kasa's grasp. The Sioux Sweetie moves one foot from Maeve's back to the back of her head and stomps her face into the canvas. Halfmoon grinds Maeve's face into the mat. She looks over to Kaya. "Sister, am I hogging all of the fun?"
"Not at all, sister," Kaya replies sweetly. "But it's kind of you to think of me."
"Still," Kasa says as she pulls Maeve up by her hair, "sharing is caring." Kasa makes a hand gesture - two fingers swooping in a circle - as she tags Kaya in. The newly legal Halfmoon nods and bounds over the ropes. Grabbing Maeve under the butt, Kaya hoists the dazed champion onto her sister's shoulders. Maeve sits there, slumping forward, not completely aware of what's happening to her. Kasa positions herself to face the ropes while Kaya bolts to the opposite side of the ring. Ricocheting off the ropes, Kaya leaps slams a Pele Kick into Maeve's back and knocks her off of Kasa's shoulders and out of the ring! Fans gasp in horror as Maeve tumbles from her perch, her upper back slamming against the concrete floor. Maeve crumples into a ball, clutching the spot of impact, a chirping sob emitted from between clenched teeth.
"Oops!" both Halfmoons squeal. The turn to the ref and, in perfect unison, pipe up, "Don't worry. I'll get her." As they slide from the ring, Kaya makes a hand gesture of her fist slapping into her open palm and Kasa nods. Kaya pulls Maeve up to her knees before kneelifting her in the face. Kasa strides over to the slumped mess that is Moira, who has since spilled into the floor after FAWN security rushed over to escort away several fans who forgot, or looked ready to forget, the "No Touching" rule. Kaya spies the empty folding chairs and looks back to her sister. She whistles and Kaya looks to her. Kasa holds up two fingers and lays her hand flat. Kaya ponders this, holds up a hand and then throws back a thumb like she's trying to hitch a ride. Kasa nods and returns her attention to Moira, stirring at her feet.
"Ye…slaggin'...whores," Moira spits as she realizes a Halfmoon is above her.
"Ah, yes, that melodic voice that made your people so famous," Kasa sneers. "Kinda hard to hear you. Something's in your mouth. Let me get it for you." Kasa drops a fist into Moira's face, stunning the champ. "Oops, my mistake. It was your teeth."
Kasa pulls the larger Kane to her feet and turns so the both face Kaya and Maeve. Kaya pulls Maeve to her feet before driving a knee into her gut, folding the redhead over. Grabbing her by the seat of her gear and back of her neck, Kaya charges with Maeve like a battering ram before hurling her forwards. Kaya releases Moira and deftly sidesteps just as the ginger Kane's skull slams into the belly of the blonde sister, driving the topless, younger Kane backwards into the steel barricade.
The Halfmoons celebrate the collision by stomping on both women, kicking them in the face. At that point, Kaya notices the ref's count is up to six. She pulls Maeve up to her feet while Kasa continues to work over Moira and drags her towards the ring, "tripping" over nothing and slamming Maeve's face into the steel steps before rolling the woman into the ring. It is a spectacle of dominance at the expense of the Kanes that the fans had never seen, not even against the despised Scandalous. Kasa climbs in and kicks Maeve to center ring before stomping a foot on her breasts and raising one of the ginger's legs in a very cocky, triumphant pin.
1...2...KICKOUT!
It was an effort for the redhead to spasm wildly enough to break the degrading pin, drawing a sigh of relief from her fans. Kasa is unimpressed by the effort, however. She looks over to ringside, where her twin has Moira on her knees, all-but-paralyzed from a nerve hold to the trapezius. "Sister," the Native American calls out. drawing Kaya's attention. "This over-stuffed rag doll wants to play some more. Should I be generous and give her a sporting chance?" Flashing a crooked grin that spells no good, Kaya replies, "Why not? Maybe she'll be more entertaining than this one is." She gives a tighter squeeze to her dual grips to the Irish blonde's muscles, drawing a pained yip from the younger Kane. Looking down into Maeve's sweat-soaked face and locking with her glassy eyes, Halfmoon sneers, "You get a 'Get Out of Jail Free' card, pookie. But it's for a limited time only. So I'll give you sixty seconds to haul your fat ass up and make a real fight of this. Not that it'll matter any, because those belts are leaving here tonight with the War Party!" Smugly, Kasa struts over to her corner, joined by Kaya, who releases Moira and climbs back up on the apron.
Exhausted, Moira gets to all fours and slowly crawls around ringside back to her corner, while with a groan Maeve rolls over to her left side and props herself up on her elbow while she shakes her head to try and clear it. Thus far, the Kanes had been utterly out-matched and decimated. But now, given a sliver of a chance, they weren't about to waste it. With a supreme effort, the elder Kane gets to her knees, then rises up to her feet. The Halfmoons are surprised and not terribly happy with this, but nevertheless they are supremely confident that victory is theirs for the taking.
Slapping hands with her sibling, Kasa changes places with Kaya, and the new Halfmoon...barely having broken a sweat after mauling Moira...bounces eagerly on her feet as she starts to circle with Maeve, who sways somewhat unsteadily. A smile crosses Kaya's lips as she suddenly lunges in, grasping the redhead's right wrist and going for a wristlock. But Kane surprises her by not resisting, but rather executing a forward tumble, kipping back up to her feet and reversing the hold. An instant later, Kaya howls and slaps at her shoulder as her opponent torques her arm. "Openin’ act's over," Maeve growls. "Time f'r the headliners!"
Maeve puts a boot on the twin's butt and shoves her into the Kane corner. Kasa catches herself before impact, throwing hands out to catch turnbuckle padding. As she turns to gloat, Maeve's feet slam into her breasts, Kasa slams backwards and slides to the floor of the ring. Kaya, intent to torture the other Kane more is suddenly drawn away from the hope of blonde agony and jumps to her corner, screaming for her sister to rally. Maeve looks back at her. "I'll deal wit' ye soon 'nough."
Kaya glare, flipping Maeve off. "Not scared of you, fire-crotch. Look what we've done to your si--" Halfmoon halts as she motions to an empty spot in the Kane corner where Moira should be. Before she can fully appreciate the reality, her feet are pulled from beneath her and Kaya's skull bounces off the skirt as she falls off ringside. Above her, Moira fumes, holding a sharpy lent to her by a fan. Grabbing Kaya by the hair, she cranks her neck back and draws a "2" before kicking her in the throat.
Moira climbs back up the ringside into the Halfmoon corner. She whistles to Maeve, who returns a smile. Taking Kasa by the hair, Maeve pulls the struggling twin up, drags her face along the ropes to the Halfmoon corner, and holds her still while Moira draws a "1" on her forehead. Then for good measure, Moira delivers a loud slap across Kasa's face.
This is enough for the ref. "Okay, you two! There are still rules! Moira, get in the right corner."
Maeve glares. "Where were ye when these two wer-"
"Task at hand, sister," Moira says calmly. She hops down, being sure to land on Kaya's legs, and returns to her corner. In the ring, Maeve hairmares Kasa and delivers a swift kick to her back. Kasa yelps but it's not enough for Maeve. She pulls Kasa up and slings her to the ropes, grabbing at her for a crossface crippler on the return.
CROSSFACE CRIPPLER:
Now Kasa's piecing screams are music to the Irish battler's ears, and she takes great pleasure in modulating the screams by altering the degree of pressure she applies. "Do ye take requests?" she cheerily asks. "How about 'Danny Boy'?" In the Kane's corner, Moira turns to face the crowd, raising her hands and clapping, encouraging the spectators to cheer her sister on ever-louder.
But over in her corner, the ragged but still fiery Kaya takes note of an opportunity. With Maeve fixated on applying her hold, and Moira foolishly not keeping her eyes on the ring, the Native American reaches her fingers down into the cleavage of her suit, and from a hidden pocket she retrieves a small cylinder made of steel, which she palms as she makes a fist. Stealthily slipping between the ropes, she lunges for the redheaded Kane, clocking her at the base of her skull with her loaded fist. Eyes suddenly vacant, Maeve with a sharp moan releases her clutch and rolls limply off of Kasa, hands clutching the back of her skull.
The referee sees Kaya, of course, but he fails to notice the foreign object, which she deftly throws out of the ring. She immediately hurries back to her corner. Meantime, having heard the sudden gasp from the crowd, Moira whirls about to see Kaya scurrying away, but worse still, her sister laying prone on the mat, and Kasa Halfmoon struggling to cover her.
Still reeling, Kasa can do little more than throw her left arm across the chest of her rival, but that may well be enough as the ref drops to his knees and starts to slap the canvas:
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOO! Kickout at the last possible fraction of a second!
Furious at the obvious chicanery on the part of their opponents, Moira darts between the ropes and beelines toward Kasa. However the zebra intercepts her...giving Kaya the opportunity to grab her sister by the wrist and drag her over to their corner, and for the fresher twin to illegally take her place. With a cobra smile, Kaya grabs Maeve by the ankles, lifting and separating her legs, and hovering a boot over the redhead's unprotected groin. Almost apoplectic with rage, Moira grabs the referee by the shoulders and spins him around, screeching, "Look! She's not th' legal girl, her sister is! Git 'er out!"
Befuddled, the ref can only reply with, "But...they're identical. I can't tell who's who!"
Rolling her eyes up with exasperation, the blonde snarls, "Why the fookin' 'ell d'ye t'ink we wrote th' numbers on 'em? Number One is legal, this one ain't!" Kaya suddenly recalls the sharpie incident, and puts fingertips to her forehead, furiously trying to erase the brand. Her sweat smears it a bit, but it's still discernible.
"That's it," the official growls at Halfmoon as he realizes the truth. "You're out of here! Either your sister gets back in here right this instant, or I'll DQ the both of you!" Kaya shoots him a murderous glare, but says nothing. Instead she goes all Mean Girl, giving a snort of derision and spinning around, thrusting her rear end out as she takes her sweet time sauntering back to her corner, all to give her sister at least a few more precious moments to recover. But as Kaya isn't moving quickly enough for Moira, the blonde decides to help her with a dropkick to the back, sending the startled Native American flying, and crashing with a pained grunt into the turnbuckles. With Maeve at last able to sit up, and Kasa struggling to stay upright as she climbs between the ropes to return to the battle, Moira is satisfied that the Kanes will soon be back in command, and she turns to go back to her corner.
A bedraggled Kasa crawls though the ropes and across the mat toward her target, even as the groaning Maeve turns over and gets to her own hands and knees. Now both rise up to their knees and face one another, murderous intent darkening their eyes. Kane balls her right fist and draws it back, but Halfmoon is quicker, unleashing a tomahawk chop to the redhead’s forehead. She then repeats it again and again, the side of her hand striking like a bludgeon, Kasa giving a warrior’s shriek with every blow. Eyes glazing, the Irishwoman swoons and sways on her knees, seemingly ready to melt into a puddle onto the canvas at any moment. In a tale of two corners, Kaya smiles excitedly from her perch, while Moira shows concern, but isn’t quite ready to panic just yet.
The blonde’s faith in her sister proves well-placed, as suddenly fire reignites in Maeves eyes. She brings her right arm up to block her attacker’s next chop, and at last unleashes that big right hand, cracking it across Kasa’s jaw. Adrenalin pumping, Kane gives a banshee’s howl as her fists are a whirlwind of hammering devastation, smashing into the Native American’s face and belly in a blurry blizzard of motion. Soon enough, it’s Kasa who flops onto her back, her glassy eyes blinking uncomprehendingly at the arena lights above.
But she does not remain in a stupor for long, as Maeve stands up, snakes her opponent’s left leg around the Irish battler’s right, and Kane then throws herself back to the mat. The result is her finishing move, the “Four Leaf Clover”, as expert and brutal an example of the Figure Four Leglock as one is apt to find in FAWN. The sudden burst of agony in her limp snaps Kasa out of her fog, and her shrill screams echo throughout the vast hall. Frantic to rescue her sibling, Kaya now erupts between the ropes and makes a mad dash across the ring…only to find herself intercepted by Moira, who slams a forearm across the sultry Sioux. Her feet sweeping out from under her, Kaya drops hard onto her back, leaving her stunned and staring at the ceiling. Seconds later, she is suddenly staring at green…and then, only blackness.
Settling her rear end down upon her rival’s face, Moira grabs Halfmoon’s legs, lifting and separating them as she executes her “Emerald Ire”. Kaya thrashes beneath her tormentor, but lacks the strength to throw her off, while meanwhile the Native American finds herself growing weaker from the smothering.
The referee pays them scant attention, instead keeping his focus squarely upon the legal entrants. Tears streak down Kasa’s face as her fingers tug at her own hair, trying to counter the pain of the figure four, but to little avail. Finally, unable to withstand the torture any longer, her hands start slapping at the mat and she howls, “I SUBMIT! FUUUUUUUUCCCKKKK…I GIVE UP!!!”
With a half-smirk, Maeve keeps the hold locked on for an extra heartbeat or two, then releases her beaten opponent. A sobbing Kasa pulls her battered leg up and cradles it and she rocks back and forth on the mat. Moira likewise releases her hold, rising up and leaving the semi-conscious Kaya splayed at her feet. The Irish lasses step to center ring and allow the referee to raise their arms, while the announcer blares…
“YOUR WINNERS, AND STILL THE FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…THE RIUIL KANES!”
They are handed their belts and step out of the ring. Maeve slings hers over her left shoulder, while Moira gets playful, wrapping it around her chest to cover her breasts, and the two wearily walk back up the aisle, embattled, but smiling happily in their hour of triumph.