Post by bigfan on Aug 7, 2017 1:18:44 GMT
With the crowd already at a fever pitch, the gold starting to be divvied as part of Red, White and Bruised, the plucking of a familiar set of Oriental strings courses over the crowd and immediately the assembled explode in a thunderous round of cacophonous boos and catcalls.
Having been gone but most certainly not forgotten, It takes but a moment for FAWN’s tiniest, most shrill and arguably most successful manager, Yuko Ogura, to turn the arena on its ear with her appearance. Unsurprisingly, the masses threaten to tear the roof off the arena with their rebuke. Ogura casts her gaze over the FAWNatics with familiar sneering disdain and the crowd grouses under the thrall of the tiny, devious businesswoman.
Yuko Ogura:
As Yuko motions for the fans to bow in subservience, a Rising Sun flag supplants the FAWN logo on the FAWNtron, red sunbeams flowing out of the matching disc on the screen behind her. Ogura turns in the direction she’d just appeared and greets the powerhouse of her organization, Matsumoto-san, the original and perhaps most dangerous Invader.
Sayuki Matsumoto:
The volume of the crowd only increases as Sayuki joins her leader and bows to her boss. Yuko nods in response and points toward the ring. Matsumoto leads the way as the Invaders move toward the squared circle, Ogura shrieking over the cantankerous crowd, demanding they show her curvy weapon the proper reverence.
The busty Asian is dressed for battle in her familiar blood red bikini, the scant cloth leaving precious little of her hourglass figure to the imagination. Complementing the curves are white pads and boots, the pads bearing the red discs of her nation’s flag. Her dark hair is arranged into two long ponytails.
Next to her, Ogura leaves many in the crowd buzzing at her cheeky ensemble. Above is a top that appears white satin in front, black-n-white stripes from side to back. Below is the familiar gun metal gray with pinstripes but only in very daring proportions, the tiny ring of cloth held in place with a pair of jaunty suspenders. On her abbreviated but delectable stems are whalenet stockings leading to black business pumps and atop her long chestnut-colored locks is a black fedora.
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Reaching the ring steps, Sayuki leads her boss up, Yuko directly behind, a protective hand on her charge’s right hip. She waits for Sayuki to open the top and middle ropes wide, allowing Ogura to step through. Matusumoto-san joins her with a swing of her hips while Yuko doffs her fedora and plucks a microphone from inside.
The crowd seems less than pleased with the prospect of a monologue from the leader of the Invaders and makes Yuko aware. She waits for something approaching silence.
“The so-called Empress was too frightened to give my Sayuki her rightful rematch before she was dethroned,” Yuko says. “It is good Lady Fiona is brave enough and STUPID enough to do so.”
The crowd lets loose with another loud set of boos.
“My Ultimate Weapon. My Sayuki will bring the Eurasian gold back to where it belongs. In my hands. And if we are not offended by the action of the Orlando rabble, we may remain in the country to defend it instead of taking it home for good.”
The crowd explodes in anger at even the thought of a FAWN championship again being held hostage thousands of miles away. Yuko lets the microphone ‘THUNK’ to the canvas and leads Matsumoto back to the Invasion corner, letting them consider that possibility.
The ring announcer picks up where the manager leaves off.
“Tonight’s next match is one fall with a 20-minute time limit and is for the Eurasian Championship. Introducing…accompanied by the leader of the Asian Invasion Yuko Ogura…standing five feet eight inches tall and weighing in at 135 pounds…from Kobe, Japan…Sayuki Matsumoto.”
Yuko shows off her weapon once more, ignoring the sound of boos bouncing off the arena walls. She steps through the ropes when Sayuki opens them wide again, and takes her place on the outside, the duo waiting for Matsumoto’s foe.
The booming orchestral chords of a familiar entrance erupt ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDI9HuVduDI&feature=related ) heralding the former Intercontinental and Lightweight champion and now Eurasian title holder. Considering the woman in the ring and, perhaps even more so on the sidelines, the crowd provides a rare ovation for the newly minted champion.
Appearing as though she could personally reverse the hands of time, Her Ladyship looks simultaneously threatening and glorious with the gaudy gold belt around her waist..
With the FAWNatics in her corner, Her Ladyship strides to center stage, Fiona resplendent, the long-time veteran of wars inside and outside FAWN showing pushing back against the growing tide of the New Era. The Brit reviews the boisterous crowd with something less than her usual disdain, occasionally flashing a quick grin at the positive reaction. She starts down the ramp when the ring announcer makes her arrival an official one.
“And the champion from Finsbury Park, London, England, standing 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing in at 8 stone 13… the Duchess of East Anglia…Lady Fiona Waterford.”
The athletic build of the Englishwoman remains very much appreciated, a deal with the devil having been struck to keep Waterford in such fine fettle, women half her age green with envy. Her regal beauty is accentuated by a striking midnight blue lace set of bra and panties with red bows on either hip and a royal coat of arms on her taut bum ( en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_coat_of_arms_of_the_United_Kingdom ). The attire leaves just the right amount to the imagination, which in this case is little. As a perfect bit of flair, red fishnet stockings reach up from midnight blue boots, red garters ending the stockings at mid-thigh.
Lady Fiona Waterford:
Reaching the ring, Fiona hops to the apron and slides through the cables. She moves to the center, seemingly taken aback by the continued support of those assembled. Waterford raises a microphone to her ruby lips, both eyes planted on the curvy Invader no more than a few steps away.
“I did not take down an Empress only to be overrun by an Invasion,” Fiona announces. “I came back to put a final stamp on this organization and that stamp is not in place until I own THIS title and the World title. So Sayuki, Yuko, it is time to send you back to your island in the Far East empty-handed.”
Fiona unstraps her belt and raises it overhead with a stern ‘Don’t even’ look. The Duchess backpedals to her corner, not allowing Yuko’s weapon to leave her sight. Even when she hands her belt over the ropes to a FAWN attendant, her pools remain unmoving from Matsumoto.
The title match gets underway with the ringing of the bell, but neither woman looks in a hurry to start. Sayuki leans in her corner resting, while Fee stands near hers, watching both the challenger and her manager. Yuko points at Waterford and turns her thumb down, the meaning pretty clear.
The delay of the match goes on for too long as the Red, White & Bruised crowd want to see the two foreigners tear into each other. The champ slowly walks to the center of the ring. Sayuki smirks before she starts out to meet the British aristocrat. Fiona holds her ground even when Matsumoto presses her huge juggs into Fee’s own gurls. The staredown goes on for a long moment before Sayuki says in her broke English, “Suns will set again on your face.”
The Ladyship’s eyes narrow at the reference to their previous match when Sayuki did leave her juggshocked on the canvas. Fiona pushes her breasts into the larger mounds of Sayuki, “This time you’ll be the one with her face covered.”
The Invader brings her hands up quick and shoves the Brit back several steps. Waterford though comes right back at the woman from Kobe, raising her hands as if to shove Sayuki. Fiona instead cracks the bigger woman across the face. Matsumoto’s head snaps to the side her hair flying, but she brings her gaze right back to the Londoner and swings an arm around looking to ring Fee’s bell with a clubbing forearm.
The Brit expected as much and ducks the blow. While she’s bent at the knees, Fiona fires a pair of quick shots into Sayuki’s tummy before standing tall. The Invader swings from the opposite direction as Waterford rises back to her full height, but again it’s like the brunette knows what’s was coming. She squats beneath Matsumoto’s attack again, and puts two more fists into Sayuki’s belly button. This time the challenger staggers back a few steps, arms folded across her stomach protectively.
Yuko slams her hands on the ring apron, yelling instructions, or encouragement, or chastising Sayuki in their native tongue. Sayuki though could have used a warning as Fiona leaps and sends a standing dropkick into the Invader’s orbs knocking her back into the corner she began from. Sayuki leans heavily against the pads, her arms over the top rope holding her up as much as her legs. Yuko does scream a warning now and points at the charging EurAsian Champ.
Fiona rushes in. Leaping, she plants her boots on Sayuki’s thighs and grabs her by the shoulders. Matsumoto grabs on to Waterford’s hips, too late realizing she should have hooked her arms around the ropes as Fee falls backwards pulling the Invader with her. The British aristocrat sends Sayuki over with a monkey flip, the busty brunette landing flat on her back, big boobs rolling wildly over her chest. Yuko tries to reach into the ring and grab Fiona by the ankle, but her Ladyship kicks her other foot at the manager, making her scurry away.
The little delay provided by Yuko gives Sayuki time to get to her feet and meet Fee on a level playing field. The current EurAsian Champ still comes and forces Matsumoto to lock up in a collar and elbow. Sayuki doesn’t stay in it long, knocking Fiona’s arms aside and pulling her into a side headlock. Fiona squirms as her cheek is pressed against the Invader’s side boob. Sayuki turns in a circle, pulling Waterford with her until the referee is behind the pair, and Matsumoto jams a thumb into the Brit’s throat.
The sudden closing of her windpipe drops Fiona to a knee and by the time the referee gets around to the front view, there is nothing to see. Sayuki forces Waterford to stand, but only so she can scoop the champ up. The Invader holds the champ across her chest as she walks to the center of the squared circle before she drops to one knee and slams Fiona down across her posted thigh. The Invader enforcer holds the Brit across her thigh, Sayuki bending the brunette further by pushing down on the champ’s lacey bra, and the center of her panties.
Waterford groans in pain as her back is pushed into an awful arch, the pressing of her Ladyship parts not helping. Sayuki grins wickedly crying out something in her native tongue before she slams her forehead down into the trapped woman’s stomach. But it’s not just one head butt to the gut, but a half dozen before Matsumoto shoves Fiona to the canvas, the Brit curling up in a protective ball, hugging her abused belly.
Sayuki looks to a cheering Yuko for approval. The manager, nodding in excitement, puts her two fists together side by side and gives Matsumoto the signal to break the smaller brunette.
Sayuki is eager to do so, wanting to reclaim the title she once possessed. Grabbing her Ladyship around the head, the not-so-secret weapon of Yuko’s arsenal draws the crafty veteran to her feet and bullies her deep into the ropes. Transferring her grip to a wrist, Sayuki Irish whips the champion for a ride, Waterford forced into a sprint across the canvas. The brunette beauty rebounds out of the cables toward Matusmoto, the Invasion powerhouse stationed in the center of the ring. The Duchess of East Anglia can’t stop her momentum despite trying and she sets herself into the clutches of the Invader.
Sayuki collects Fiona under the curves of her glutes and launches Waterford off the canvas. Pivoting with her foe in tow, Matsumoto-san lays out and Fiona plummets to the canvas, her body SLAMMING into the mat in a ring-rattling spinebuster.
With her backbone already bruised, Lady Fiona arches in agony from the further impact against her spinal column. Wincing, she becomes boneless between Fiona’s extended stems, shoulders pressed tight to the deck, Sayuki controlling the Englishwoman’s legs from her seated position for the…
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Waterford slams her calves together, ringing the Invader’s ears and managing to escape the three-count in the process. Sayuki rolls away, cupping her ears and cursing under her breath.
Yuko doesn’t stay as restrained, shrieking at the blatant “cheating” of the champion, demanding the referee disqualify Her Ladyship for no apparent reason.
As Matsumoto climbs to vertical, hands still acting as earmuffs, Waterford grimaces through a push to her feet, vertebrae clearly aching.
Europe and Asia face off, a few feet between them, two proud warriors determined to have the hardware that designates them as FAWN’s ruler of both continents.
Each motions to the other to take the lead and neither long-time veteran seems particularly keen to do so. Finally, it’s the champion who takes the stalemate into her hands and charges the curvy Asian. She buries a shoulder and rams into the Japanese grappler. The THUMP of bodies sends Matsumoto only a couple feet in reverse. Waterford nods in appreciation. She invites Sayuki to try her luck and Matsumoto beams.
She turns and takes off for the ropes behind her, but before she can get a step, Fiona snatches both ebony ponytails and RIPS her foe down, the Invader THWAPPING to her back at the feet of the titleholder.
“As usual, all boobs means no brains,” Lady Fiona says, shaking her head.
Waterford circles the slowly rising Asian and, when Matsumoto makes her knees, Fiona levels a nasty soccer kick into Sayuki’s lethal Suns. Matsumoto is nearly knocked over and it might’ve been better if she had as Waterford drives a second and a third into the ample chest of Matsumoto, Sayuki’s lids clenching when the impact ripples through her.
A screeching Yuko demands action, but it’s only Her Ladyship responding at the moment, adding a fourth and a fifth before calling her penalty kicks to a halt. Waterford sinks her nails into Sayuki’s raven locks and tugs the struggling Invader up.
She pulls Matsumoto forward and wraps her arms around the back of the Japanese grappler, locking just under Matsumoto’s arms. With a practiced heave, Fiona lifts the considerable curves of the Invader off the canvas, capturing her in a Royal Butterfly.
Royal Butterfly (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSBHDZaudy8 )
Bouncing violently to work on the challenger’s neck, arms and legs, Fiona tries to draw out a submission despite the insistent wail from Ogura-san her charge would never give up.
“Why don’t we see what Sayuki has to say, shall we?” Fiona responds.
Waterford bobs up and down then adds a wild twist of her arms to both shake and stretch the imprisoned Sayuki. Matsumoto grows more flaccid in the grip of Fiona’s Damnation Game, but keeping the powerhouse of the Invasion elevated finally takes too much of a toll and Waterford is forced to drop the Asian to the canvas. Looking exhausted herself, Fiona takes a little walk to shake out all four limbs and regain a few lungfuls of oxygen. She wipes her brow as she returns to a seated and sagging Sayuki.
Going back to the well, the London native flattens Matsumoto with a soccer kick to the sternum and immediately heads to the ropes at the Invader’s side. Leaping into the middle ropes while grabbing the top set with both hands, the veteran grappler springboards off the cables. She spins and drops an elbow into the cleft of Matsumoto’s massive bosom. Sayuki spasms from the defibrillating point of impact before ending motionless, flat on her back. Fiona presses tight in a crossbody, hooking the Invader’s far leg for…
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TWO…
…and a shudder from Matsumoto’s curvy frame pushes Her Ladyship off enough for Yuko’s weapon to remain alive and in the title hunt.
An increasingly flustered and frantic Yuko leaps on the apron, grabbing onto the ropes and venting her ire at the man in stripes. The high pitch and speed of her verbal barrage leaves both Fiona and the official unsure what language she’s speaking, but clearly the tiny terror of a businesswoman is not happy.
Lady Waterford only increases the depth of Yuko’s bad day when the manager spends a little too much attention on the ref and not enough on Sayuki’s opponent. The royal sprints to the clueless Yuko and turns into a hip check that sends the diminutive gadfly soaring off the apron and crashing to the floor below, coming to a stop wedged under the steel barricade.
Already something of a fan favorite in this match-up, Waterford’s stock shoots though the roof with her attack on FAWN’s most despised boss. Yuko manages to lean against the steel, her little head bobbling, the crowd delighted she’s been quieted.
Unfortunately for the champion, her enjoyment of the moment and the sight of the poleaxed Ogura leave her back door open and Sayuki slithers close from her six, quickly securing a full nelson before Fiona knows what’s happening. Spinning and lifting her cargo, Matsumoto DRIVES Her Ladyship harshly into the canvas with a full nelson slam.
Full Nelson Slam (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIKSwvlAn14 )
Lady Fiona hits with such force, she bounces off the canvas a good inch, spreading into a convulsing starfish, such is the power Sayuki can muster. To her credit, Fiona reflexively rolls away as Matsumoto starts to drop for a pinning predicament. A weakly shouted demand from the Invasion’s general brings Sayuki back to her feet; Fiona there as well when Matsumoto drags her up alongside.
The curvy Invader pulls Fiona chest to chest, Matsumoto’s gurls swallowing up Waterford’s as Yuko’s weapon wraps her arms around her Ladyship’s back and starts a compressing, breathtaking squeeze play. Matsumoto’s power is on display with a front bearhug that quickly has Her Ladyship flushed and short of breath. A ragged twist back and forth from the Japanese grappler scrambles the champ’s gray matter and allows Sayuki to re-clamp her hug a little lower without fear of reprisal.
Sayuki cinches tight, drawing a throaty grasp from the increasingly gassed veteran and things get no better for Her Ladyship when Matsumoto, at Yuko’s command, propels the English aristocrat HIGH into a front flip with a belly-to-belly suplex. The toss ends with the Duchess SLAMMING hard on the deck, aggravating the lingering pain in her spinal column. Fiona can’t stifle a cry as she arches in distress, the attack point of the Invader wearing on the forty-something warrior.
Ogura recovering on the outside, is still rubbing various body parts from her fall from the ring apron. The Invader’s manager shouts instructions as Sayuki knee walks over to the wounded champ. Fiona, still on her back, feels Sayuki’s hand slip inside the waistband of her panties. Yuko’s Weapon pulls up on the blue trunks lifting Waterford’s hips up off the canvas. Matsumoto’s unencumbered arm swings down into Waterford’s elevated tummy three times before the final blow causes Sayuki to lose her grip on Fee’s panties letting her drop back to the canvas.
Her Ladyship curls into a ball turning to her side away from Sayuki. The Invader puts a hand on Fiona’s hip, the other on her shoulder holding her in place. Yuko’s Weapon is more a hammer than the knife, pushing up on to her toes Sayuki then drops down driving her knee into Fiona’s already aching spine. The champ lets out a pained groan and sob, but the veteran knows she’s relatively close to the ropes and she rolls closer to drape an ankle over the bottom strand.
The referee blocks Sayuki’s path. The busty brunette holds her hands up and backs up a few steps. Yuko moves around the ring closing in on Fiona, but the referee turns to check on the champ. With the zebra’s attention on Waterford, he misses Ogura’s signal and Sayuki walks up behind and kicks Fiona in the spine again. The official turns quick and moves Matsumoto back, the two have a bi-lingual conversation that doesn’t seem to be getting anywhere. The finely dressed manager moves in and gets some payback for the earlier hipcheck that sent her to the arena floor. Yuko pulls Fiona’s head over the bottom rope and begins choking the British aristocrat.
Fiona reaches out trying to get some kind of hold on Yuko, but the manager has her body below the ring as she pulls down on the back of the Brit’s head. Sayuki is animated in her argument with the referee, even grabbing him once to keep his attention on her. Waterford’s boots drum the canvas, finally Yuko steps back letting the champ hang across the bottom strand. Sayuki, seeing Ogura moving off, breaks out her first English, “Ok, Sorry, Ok!”
The referee turns seeing Her Ladyship lying on the bottom rope. Fiona rolls over, her back still on the ropes, as she rubs her throat. Matsumoto captures Fiona’s ankles, dragging her back into the center of the ring. Sayuki lets the limbs drop. She continues to back up until she hits the rubber coated strands and charges forward.
Yuko’s weapon leaps on her foe’s body, crashing down on Fee’s, but this is no normal cross body splash. Sayuki brings her one hundred and thirty plus pound body down on Fiona so from chest to crotch the Invader’s body matches the champs.
The crushing full-body splash leaves Fiona nowhere to disperse the impact. Sayuki takes the other brunette’s wrist pulling them above her head as she hooks in a grapevine with her legs as well going for the pin.
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THRSHOULDER UP!
Somehow Fiona is able to shoot her right hand into the air, pulling her shoulder off the canvas with not much to spare. Sayuki growls and lifts her big Suns and slams them down on Fiona’s more modest bosom, then forces the Brit’s right arm back down.
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THRE..LEFT SHOULDER UP!
Within a blink of an eye of a loss, Fiona’s forces her gripped left hand up into the air, again pulling a shoulder off the canvas just enough to save herself and the title.
This time Matsumoto unlocks most of her holds and pulls Waterford to her feet, sending her racing towards the turnbuckles. The wilting English Rose hits on her still sore spine and nearly drops to the canvas, but she steadies and holds herself up with arms draped over the top rope. Sayuki waits just a moment to make sure her opponent will stay upright before freight train Sayuki takes off looking to squash any of the fight left in the Englishwoman out of her with the Invader’s big Stinger Splash.
The ropes rattle as Sayuki runs and leaps. Fiona’s brown eyes go wide as she sees the former champ leave her feet. Whether it’s self-preservation, or her brain kicking in, Waterford dives down along the ropes to her left. Matsumoto, having nothing to stop the impact with the padded turnbuckles, cries out. The cry is cut off as Sayuki’s huge breasts slam into the top turnbuckle. The Invader bounces back, staggering out into the ring, her arms folded across the massive orbs.
The Red, White, & Bruised crowd cheer, but Fiona couldn’t careless that they made her the defacto face in this match. Seeing her chance, Waterford quickly goes through her options and stumbles towards Sayuki, chopping the Japanese woman’s cleavage not protected by folded arms. Before Sayuki can turn away from the champ, Fiona grabs two handfuls of the Invader’s locks and hairmares her over into a seated position. The first two had been out of order, but when Fee drills a soccer kick across the big Suns the fans realize she’s going for her Sign of Four. Sayuki is blasted onto her back, arms out as she looks up at the blurry overhead lights.
Waterford is moving gingerly as she gets to Sayuki’s side and begins driving a flurry of knee drops to the cleft of Matsumoto’s bosom. Yuko, screaming a combination of English and Japanese at ring side, can only be described as flustered by the turn of events. A half dozen knee drops later, Fiona stands, a hand going to her lower back as she winces in pain.
Yuko jumps up on the ring apron again. Fiona looks at her and sighs, but right now taking out the manager is low on her Ladyship’s list of priorities. The referee, seeing the manager, goes over to order her down to the floor. The distraction works to Waterford’s advantage this time and she walks over, picking up both of Sayuki’s ankles and lifting them to her waist. Fiona looks over at Yuko as she raises her boot over Matsumoto’s private area. Yuko screams, “Cheat! NOO! Cheat!”
The referee doesn’t turn around to see Fiona stomp down on Sayuki’s sex, but the huge pop from the crowd tells him something is going on. Yuko finally drops back down to the arena floor. The official turns to see Sayuki curled into a fetal ball and Waterford again bent over in pain hand on her faulty back.
Showing more than a bit of hypocrisy, the FAWNatics cheer Her Ladyship’s less-than-cricket attack and the Duchess shows absolutely no regret in leaving Matsumoto-san a crumpled wreck.
But Waterford’s far from done. She again plucks Sayuki’s ankles and pulls the challenger out of her turtled shell. With the official’s eyes upon her, the Brit steps through the spread legs and spins, sending Sayuki to her ample chest. With one of the Japanese grappler’s legs bent across the other, Fiona secures a sharpshooter on the curvy Asian and sets about trying to draw the match to a successful conclusion with Sayuki’s surrender.
Sharpshooter
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYdIJZBtzf0 )
Refusing to give in, Yuko’s demands to never give up ringing in her ears, Sayuki starts to crawl for the ropes in front of her when things go from bad to worse. Her Ladyship increases the pressure exponentially when she drops into a bridge, wielding ungodly tension on both Matsumoto’s legs and back.
Sayuki’s hand rises and her palm hovers over the canvas, Fee’s signature Tower Bridge ready to claim another victim, when Miss Ogura leans on to the canvas and snatches her weapon’s hand before she can tap. Ogura pulls her Invader to the ropes, dropping the arm across the bottom cable.
With the striped-shirt busy staring into Sayuki’s half-lidded and welled eyes, asking if she wants to end the torture, he misses the manager’s shenanigans, at least until Yuko shouts about Sayuki’s valiant effort to reach the cable. Looking up, the man immediately calls for the break and a frustrated Fiona, who saw Ogura’s activity, only releases after four further seconds of torment.
Scrambling to her feet, Waterford snatches an ankle to pull her challenger away from the ropes. On the outside, Yuko grabs a wrist and the tug-of-war is on to claim Yuko’s weapon. It’s a short fight and ends unexpectedly when Fiona releases her grip and Ogura yanks Matsumoto out with a full-body heave that draws her Invader out with unexpected force. Sayuki crashes down on the shocked manager, splashing atop the floored Yuko.
The FAWNatics erupt with laughter at the sight but it’s no laughing matter to the splayed Ogura, her slight frame crushed under her weapon. Sliding out behind the pile-up, FAWN’s senior roster member draws an aching Matsumoto off her leader and stuffs the challenger back into the ring, making sure to step on Yuko’s unguarded midriff as a base to reach the apron.
A moaning Yuko jackknifes as Fiona climbs to the canvas and swings through the ropes to join a crawling Sayuki, Matsumoto trying to create whatever distance she can.
It seems a fateful decision when Waterford closes the distance quickly and leaps into a vicious curbstomp, Waterford DRIVING Sayuki’s face into the deck with the brutal stomp.
Matsumoto is face down and motionless afterward, the weapon defused. After the collective ‘oooh’ from the crowd clears after the impact, Waterford notices the relative silence. She doesn’t have to turn to know Yuko is still in recovery mode on the arena floor and she scoops up the reeling Invader.
Taking a wrist, Waterford whips Sayuki to the ropes from center stage. The curvy Asian staggers into the ropes and rebounds. It’s enough momentum for Her Ladyship to scoop Matsumoto-san off the deck on her hip and flip the Invader onto her right shoulder, her foe’s body draping over either side, face pointed toward the mat.
Fiona crosses the Japanese grappler’s arms behind her back and spins/drives Matsumoto into the mat, Lady Fiona making her defining statement, NAILING Sayuki with her ‘Long Live the Queen’.
Long Live the Queen
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8YueVTcOj4 )
Ending in a crossbody pin, Waterford takes no chances, hooking a leg and curling up the demolished Matsumoto for the…
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THREEE!
Up to her knees on the outside, the diminutive Yuko can’t see over the apron’s edge but the roar of the crowd tells her what’s happened and she screams angrily, slapping the mat above her. Ogura rises in a crouch and peeks over the edge, receiving the confirmation. She drops back to a seat on the floor, stewing, her face scrunching in rage.
Inside, the champ tosses Sayuki’s limp leg aside and uses Sayuki’s Suns as dual launching pads to push to her feet and stand in a domineering straddle of the vanquished Invader ad the ring announcer makes it official.
“Your winner…by pinfall…and STILL Eurasian champion…Lady Fiona Waterford.”
The official collects Fiona’s hard-won prize and delivers it to her, the veteran continuing to show she kneels to no woman and no hourglass, lifting the gold high and placing a boot on Sayuki’s bosom.
“Take a picture, boys,” she shouts to the photogs. “I own this bytch. I own the Invasion. And I own FAWN!”
Having been gone but most certainly not forgotten, It takes but a moment for FAWN’s tiniest, most shrill and arguably most successful manager, Yuko Ogura, to turn the arena on its ear with her appearance. Unsurprisingly, the masses threaten to tear the roof off the arena with their rebuke. Ogura casts her gaze over the FAWNatics with familiar sneering disdain and the crowd grouses under the thrall of the tiny, devious businesswoman.
Yuko Ogura:
As Yuko motions for the fans to bow in subservience, a Rising Sun flag supplants the FAWN logo on the FAWNtron, red sunbeams flowing out of the matching disc on the screen behind her. Ogura turns in the direction she’d just appeared and greets the powerhouse of her organization, Matsumoto-san, the original and perhaps most dangerous Invader.
Sayuki Matsumoto:
The volume of the crowd only increases as Sayuki joins her leader and bows to her boss. Yuko nods in response and points toward the ring. Matsumoto leads the way as the Invaders move toward the squared circle, Ogura shrieking over the cantankerous crowd, demanding they show her curvy weapon the proper reverence.
The busty Asian is dressed for battle in her familiar blood red bikini, the scant cloth leaving precious little of her hourglass figure to the imagination. Complementing the curves are white pads and boots, the pads bearing the red discs of her nation’s flag. Her dark hair is arranged into two long ponytails.
Next to her, Ogura leaves many in the crowd buzzing at her cheeky ensemble. Above is a top that appears white satin in front, black-n-white stripes from side to back. Below is the familiar gun metal gray with pinstripes but only in very daring proportions, the tiny ring of cloth held in place with a pair of jaunty suspenders. On her abbreviated but delectable stems are whalenet stockings leading to black business pumps and atop her long chestnut-colored locks is a black fedora.
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Reaching the ring steps, Sayuki leads her boss up, Yuko directly behind, a protective hand on her charge’s right hip. She waits for Sayuki to open the top and middle ropes wide, allowing Ogura to step through. Matusumoto-san joins her with a swing of her hips while Yuko doffs her fedora and plucks a microphone from inside.
The crowd seems less than pleased with the prospect of a monologue from the leader of the Invaders and makes Yuko aware. She waits for something approaching silence.
“The so-called Empress was too frightened to give my Sayuki her rightful rematch before she was dethroned,” Yuko says. “It is good Lady Fiona is brave enough and STUPID enough to do so.”
The crowd lets loose with another loud set of boos.
“My Ultimate Weapon. My Sayuki will bring the Eurasian gold back to where it belongs. In my hands. And if we are not offended by the action of the Orlando rabble, we may remain in the country to defend it instead of taking it home for good.”
The crowd explodes in anger at even the thought of a FAWN championship again being held hostage thousands of miles away. Yuko lets the microphone ‘THUNK’ to the canvas and leads Matsumoto back to the Invasion corner, letting them consider that possibility.
The ring announcer picks up where the manager leaves off.
“Tonight’s next match is one fall with a 20-minute time limit and is for the Eurasian Championship. Introducing…accompanied by the leader of the Asian Invasion Yuko Ogura…standing five feet eight inches tall and weighing in at 135 pounds…from Kobe, Japan…Sayuki Matsumoto.”
Yuko shows off her weapon once more, ignoring the sound of boos bouncing off the arena walls. She steps through the ropes when Sayuki opens them wide again, and takes her place on the outside, the duo waiting for Matsumoto’s foe.
The booming orchestral chords of a familiar entrance erupt ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDI9HuVduDI&feature=related ) heralding the former Intercontinental and Lightweight champion and now Eurasian title holder. Considering the woman in the ring and, perhaps even more so on the sidelines, the crowd provides a rare ovation for the newly minted champion.
Appearing as though she could personally reverse the hands of time, Her Ladyship looks simultaneously threatening and glorious with the gaudy gold belt around her waist..
With the FAWNatics in her corner, Her Ladyship strides to center stage, Fiona resplendent, the long-time veteran of wars inside and outside FAWN showing pushing back against the growing tide of the New Era. The Brit reviews the boisterous crowd with something less than her usual disdain, occasionally flashing a quick grin at the positive reaction. She starts down the ramp when the ring announcer makes her arrival an official one.
“And the champion from Finsbury Park, London, England, standing 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing in at 8 stone 13… the Duchess of East Anglia…Lady Fiona Waterford.”
The athletic build of the Englishwoman remains very much appreciated, a deal with the devil having been struck to keep Waterford in such fine fettle, women half her age green with envy. Her regal beauty is accentuated by a striking midnight blue lace set of bra and panties with red bows on either hip and a royal coat of arms on her taut bum ( en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_coat_of_arms_of_the_United_Kingdom ). The attire leaves just the right amount to the imagination, which in this case is little. As a perfect bit of flair, red fishnet stockings reach up from midnight blue boots, red garters ending the stockings at mid-thigh.
Lady Fiona Waterford:
Reaching the ring, Fiona hops to the apron and slides through the cables. She moves to the center, seemingly taken aback by the continued support of those assembled. Waterford raises a microphone to her ruby lips, both eyes planted on the curvy Invader no more than a few steps away.
“I did not take down an Empress only to be overrun by an Invasion,” Fiona announces. “I came back to put a final stamp on this organization and that stamp is not in place until I own THIS title and the World title. So Sayuki, Yuko, it is time to send you back to your island in the Far East empty-handed.”
Fiona unstraps her belt and raises it overhead with a stern ‘Don’t even’ look. The Duchess backpedals to her corner, not allowing Yuko’s weapon to leave her sight. Even when she hands her belt over the ropes to a FAWN attendant, her pools remain unmoving from Matsumoto.
The title match gets underway with the ringing of the bell, but neither woman looks in a hurry to start. Sayuki leans in her corner resting, while Fee stands near hers, watching both the challenger and her manager. Yuko points at Waterford and turns her thumb down, the meaning pretty clear.
The delay of the match goes on for too long as the Red, White & Bruised crowd want to see the two foreigners tear into each other. The champ slowly walks to the center of the ring. Sayuki smirks before she starts out to meet the British aristocrat. Fiona holds her ground even when Matsumoto presses her huge juggs into Fee’s own gurls. The staredown goes on for a long moment before Sayuki says in her broke English, “Suns will set again on your face.”
The Ladyship’s eyes narrow at the reference to their previous match when Sayuki did leave her juggshocked on the canvas. Fiona pushes her breasts into the larger mounds of Sayuki, “This time you’ll be the one with her face covered.”
The Invader brings her hands up quick and shoves the Brit back several steps. Waterford though comes right back at the woman from Kobe, raising her hands as if to shove Sayuki. Fiona instead cracks the bigger woman across the face. Matsumoto’s head snaps to the side her hair flying, but she brings her gaze right back to the Londoner and swings an arm around looking to ring Fee’s bell with a clubbing forearm.
The Brit expected as much and ducks the blow. While she’s bent at the knees, Fiona fires a pair of quick shots into Sayuki’s tummy before standing tall. The Invader swings from the opposite direction as Waterford rises back to her full height, but again it’s like the brunette knows what’s was coming. She squats beneath Matsumoto’s attack again, and puts two more fists into Sayuki’s belly button. This time the challenger staggers back a few steps, arms folded across her stomach protectively.
Yuko slams her hands on the ring apron, yelling instructions, or encouragement, or chastising Sayuki in their native tongue. Sayuki though could have used a warning as Fiona leaps and sends a standing dropkick into the Invader’s orbs knocking her back into the corner she began from. Sayuki leans heavily against the pads, her arms over the top rope holding her up as much as her legs. Yuko does scream a warning now and points at the charging EurAsian Champ.
Fiona rushes in. Leaping, she plants her boots on Sayuki’s thighs and grabs her by the shoulders. Matsumoto grabs on to Waterford’s hips, too late realizing she should have hooked her arms around the ropes as Fee falls backwards pulling the Invader with her. The British aristocrat sends Sayuki over with a monkey flip, the busty brunette landing flat on her back, big boobs rolling wildly over her chest. Yuko tries to reach into the ring and grab Fiona by the ankle, but her Ladyship kicks her other foot at the manager, making her scurry away.
The little delay provided by Yuko gives Sayuki time to get to her feet and meet Fee on a level playing field. The current EurAsian Champ still comes and forces Matsumoto to lock up in a collar and elbow. Sayuki doesn’t stay in it long, knocking Fiona’s arms aside and pulling her into a side headlock. Fiona squirms as her cheek is pressed against the Invader’s side boob. Sayuki turns in a circle, pulling Waterford with her until the referee is behind the pair, and Matsumoto jams a thumb into the Brit’s throat.
The sudden closing of her windpipe drops Fiona to a knee and by the time the referee gets around to the front view, there is nothing to see. Sayuki forces Waterford to stand, but only so she can scoop the champ up. The Invader holds the champ across her chest as she walks to the center of the squared circle before she drops to one knee and slams Fiona down across her posted thigh. The Invader enforcer holds the Brit across her thigh, Sayuki bending the brunette further by pushing down on the champ’s lacey bra, and the center of her panties.
Waterford groans in pain as her back is pushed into an awful arch, the pressing of her Ladyship parts not helping. Sayuki grins wickedly crying out something in her native tongue before she slams her forehead down into the trapped woman’s stomach. But it’s not just one head butt to the gut, but a half dozen before Matsumoto shoves Fiona to the canvas, the Brit curling up in a protective ball, hugging her abused belly.
Sayuki looks to a cheering Yuko for approval. The manager, nodding in excitement, puts her two fists together side by side and gives Matsumoto the signal to break the smaller brunette.
Sayuki is eager to do so, wanting to reclaim the title she once possessed. Grabbing her Ladyship around the head, the not-so-secret weapon of Yuko’s arsenal draws the crafty veteran to her feet and bullies her deep into the ropes. Transferring her grip to a wrist, Sayuki Irish whips the champion for a ride, Waterford forced into a sprint across the canvas. The brunette beauty rebounds out of the cables toward Matusmoto, the Invasion powerhouse stationed in the center of the ring. The Duchess of East Anglia can’t stop her momentum despite trying and she sets herself into the clutches of the Invader.
Sayuki collects Fiona under the curves of her glutes and launches Waterford off the canvas. Pivoting with her foe in tow, Matsumoto-san lays out and Fiona plummets to the canvas, her body SLAMMING into the mat in a ring-rattling spinebuster.
With her backbone already bruised, Lady Fiona arches in agony from the further impact against her spinal column. Wincing, she becomes boneless between Fiona’s extended stems, shoulders pressed tight to the deck, Sayuki controlling the Englishwoman’s legs from her seated position for the…
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Waterford slams her calves together, ringing the Invader’s ears and managing to escape the three-count in the process. Sayuki rolls away, cupping her ears and cursing under her breath.
Yuko doesn’t stay as restrained, shrieking at the blatant “cheating” of the champion, demanding the referee disqualify Her Ladyship for no apparent reason.
As Matsumoto climbs to vertical, hands still acting as earmuffs, Waterford grimaces through a push to her feet, vertebrae clearly aching.
Europe and Asia face off, a few feet between them, two proud warriors determined to have the hardware that designates them as FAWN’s ruler of both continents.
Each motions to the other to take the lead and neither long-time veteran seems particularly keen to do so. Finally, it’s the champion who takes the stalemate into her hands and charges the curvy Asian. She buries a shoulder and rams into the Japanese grappler. The THUMP of bodies sends Matsumoto only a couple feet in reverse. Waterford nods in appreciation. She invites Sayuki to try her luck and Matsumoto beams.
She turns and takes off for the ropes behind her, but before she can get a step, Fiona snatches both ebony ponytails and RIPS her foe down, the Invader THWAPPING to her back at the feet of the titleholder.
“As usual, all boobs means no brains,” Lady Fiona says, shaking her head.
Waterford circles the slowly rising Asian and, when Matsumoto makes her knees, Fiona levels a nasty soccer kick into Sayuki’s lethal Suns. Matsumoto is nearly knocked over and it might’ve been better if she had as Waterford drives a second and a third into the ample chest of Matsumoto, Sayuki’s lids clenching when the impact ripples through her.
A screeching Yuko demands action, but it’s only Her Ladyship responding at the moment, adding a fourth and a fifth before calling her penalty kicks to a halt. Waterford sinks her nails into Sayuki’s raven locks and tugs the struggling Invader up.
She pulls Matsumoto forward and wraps her arms around the back of the Japanese grappler, locking just under Matsumoto’s arms. With a practiced heave, Fiona lifts the considerable curves of the Invader off the canvas, capturing her in a Royal Butterfly.
Royal Butterfly (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSBHDZaudy8 )
Bouncing violently to work on the challenger’s neck, arms and legs, Fiona tries to draw out a submission despite the insistent wail from Ogura-san her charge would never give up.
“Why don’t we see what Sayuki has to say, shall we?” Fiona responds.
Waterford bobs up and down then adds a wild twist of her arms to both shake and stretch the imprisoned Sayuki. Matsumoto grows more flaccid in the grip of Fiona’s Damnation Game, but keeping the powerhouse of the Invasion elevated finally takes too much of a toll and Waterford is forced to drop the Asian to the canvas. Looking exhausted herself, Fiona takes a little walk to shake out all four limbs and regain a few lungfuls of oxygen. She wipes her brow as she returns to a seated and sagging Sayuki.
Going back to the well, the London native flattens Matsumoto with a soccer kick to the sternum and immediately heads to the ropes at the Invader’s side. Leaping into the middle ropes while grabbing the top set with both hands, the veteran grappler springboards off the cables. She spins and drops an elbow into the cleft of Matsumoto’s massive bosom. Sayuki spasms from the defibrillating point of impact before ending motionless, flat on her back. Fiona presses tight in a crossbody, hooking the Invader’s far leg for…
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…and a shudder from Matsumoto’s curvy frame pushes Her Ladyship off enough for Yuko’s weapon to remain alive and in the title hunt.
An increasingly flustered and frantic Yuko leaps on the apron, grabbing onto the ropes and venting her ire at the man in stripes. The high pitch and speed of her verbal barrage leaves both Fiona and the official unsure what language she’s speaking, but clearly the tiny terror of a businesswoman is not happy.
Lady Waterford only increases the depth of Yuko’s bad day when the manager spends a little too much attention on the ref and not enough on Sayuki’s opponent. The royal sprints to the clueless Yuko and turns into a hip check that sends the diminutive gadfly soaring off the apron and crashing to the floor below, coming to a stop wedged under the steel barricade.
Already something of a fan favorite in this match-up, Waterford’s stock shoots though the roof with her attack on FAWN’s most despised boss. Yuko manages to lean against the steel, her little head bobbling, the crowd delighted she’s been quieted.
Unfortunately for the champion, her enjoyment of the moment and the sight of the poleaxed Ogura leave her back door open and Sayuki slithers close from her six, quickly securing a full nelson before Fiona knows what’s happening. Spinning and lifting her cargo, Matsumoto DRIVES Her Ladyship harshly into the canvas with a full nelson slam.
Full Nelson Slam (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIKSwvlAn14 )
Lady Fiona hits with such force, she bounces off the canvas a good inch, spreading into a convulsing starfish, such is the power Sayuki can muster. To her credit, Fiona reflexively rolls away as Matsumoto starts to drop for a pinning predicament. A weakly shouted demand from the Invasion’s general brings Sayuki back to her feet; Fiona there as well when Matsumoto drags her up alongside.
The curvy Invader pulls Fiona chest to chest, Matsumoto’s gurls swallowing up Waterford’s as Yuko’s weapon wraps her arms around her Ladyship’s back and starts a compressing, breathtaking squeeze play. Matsumoto’s power is on display with a front bearhug that quickly has Her Ladyship flushed and short of breath. A ragged twist back and forth from the Japanese grappler scrambles the champ’s gray matter and allows Sayuki to re-clamp her hug a little lower without fear of reprisal.
Sayuki cinches tight, drawing a throaty grasp from the increasingly gassed veteran and things get no better for Her Ladyship when Matsumoto, at Yuko’s command, propels the English aristocrat HIGH into a front flip with a belly-to-belly suplex. The toss ends with the Duchess SLAMMING hard on the deck, aggravating the lingering pain in her spinal column. Fiona can’t stifle a cry as she arches in distress, the attack point of the Invader wearing on the forty-something warrior.
Ogura recovering on the outside, is still rubbing various body parts from her fall from the ring apron. The Invader’s manager shouts instructions as Sayuki knee walks over to the wounded champ. Fiona, still on her back, feels Sayuki’s hand slip inside the waistband of her panties. Yuko’s Weapon pulls up on the blue trunks lifting Waterford’s hips up off the canvas. Matsumoto’s unencumbered arm swings down into Waterford’s elevated tummy three times before the final blow causes Sayuki to lose her grip on Fee’s panties letting her drop back to the canvas.
Her Ladyship curls into a ball turning to her side away from Sayuki. The Invader puts a hand on Fiona’s hip, the other on her shoulder holding her in place. Yuko’s Weapon is more a hammer than the knife, pushing up on to her toes Sayuki then drops down driving her knee into Fiona’s already aching spine. The champ lets out a pained groan and sob, but the veteran knows she’s relatively close to the ropes and she rolls closer to drape an ankle over the bottom strand.
The referee blocks Sayuki’s path. The busty brunette holds her hands up and backs up a few steps. Yuko moves around the ring closing in on Fiona, but the referee turns to check on the champ. With the zebra’s attention on Waterford, he misses Ogura’s signal and Sayuki walks up behind and kicks Fiona in the spine again. The official turns quick and moves Matsumoto back, the two have a bi-lingual conversation that doesn’t seem to be getting anywhere. The finely dressed manager moves in and gets some payback for the earlier hipcheck that sent her to the arena floor. Yuko pulls Fiona’s head over the bottom rope and begins choking the British aristocrat.
Fiona reaches out trying to get some kind of hold on Yuko, but the manager has her body below the ring as she pulls down on the back of the Brit’s head. Sayuki is animated in her argument with the referee, even grabbing him once to keep his attention on her. Waterford’s boots drum the canvas, finally Yuko steps back letting the champ hang across the bottom strand. Sayuki, seeing Ogura moving off, breaks out her first English, “Ok, Sorry, Ok!”
The referee turns seeing Her Ladyship lying on the bottom rope. Fiona rolls over, her back still on the ropes, as she rubs her throat. Matsumoto captures Fiona’s ankles, dragging her back into the center of the ring. Sayuki lets the limbs drop. She continues to back up until she hits the rubber coated strands and charges forward.
Yuko’s weapon leaps on her foe’s body, crashing down on Fee’s, but this is no normal cross body splash. Sayuki brings her one hundred and thirty plus pound body down on Fiona so from chest to crotch the Invader’s body matches the champs.
The crushing full-body splash leaves Fiona nowhere to disperse the impact. Sayuki takes the other brunette’s wrist pulling them above her head as she hooks in a grapevine with her legs as well going for the pin.
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THRSHOULDER UP!
Somehow Fiona is able to shoot her right hand into the air, pulling her shoulder off the canvas with not much to spare. Sayuki growls and lifts her big Suns and slams them down on Fiona’s more modest bosom, then forces the Brit’s right arm back down.
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THRE..LEFT SHOULDER UP!
Within a blink of an eye of a loss, Fiona’s forces her gripped left hand up into the air, again pulling a shoulder off the canvas just enough to save herself and the title.
This time Matsumoto unlocks most of her holds and pulls Waterford to her feet, sending her racing towards the turnbuckles. The wilting English Rose hits on her still sore spine and nearly drops to the canvas, but she steadies and holds herself up with arms draped over the top rope. Sayuki waits just a moment to make sure her opponent will stay upright before freight train Sayuki takes off looking to squash any of the fight left in the Englishwoman out of her with the Invader’s big Stinger Splash.
The ropes rattle as Sayuki runs and leaps. Fiona’s brown eyes go wide as she sees the former champ leave her feet. Whether it’s self-preservation, or her brain kicking in, Waterford dives down along the ropes to her left. Matsumoto, having nothing to stop the impact with the padded turnbuckles, cries out. The cry is cut off as Sayuki’s huge breasts slam into the top turnbuckle. The Invader bounces back, staggering out into the ring, her arms folded across the massive orbs.
The Red, White, & Bruised crowd cheer, but Fiona couldn’t careless that they made her the defacto face in this match. Seeing her chance, Waterford quickly goes through her options and stumbles towards Sayuki, chopping the Japanese woman’s cleavage not protected by folded arms. Before Sayuki can turn away from the champ, Fiona grabs two handfuls of the Invader’s locks and hairmares her over into a seated position. The first two had been out of order, but when Fee drills a soccer kick across the big Suns the fans realize she’s going for her Sign of Four. Sayuki is blasted onto her back, arms out as she looks up at the blurry overhead lights.
Waterford is moving gingerly as she gets to Sayuki’s side and begins driving a flurry of knee drops to the cleft of Matsumoto’s bosom. Yuko, screaming a combination of English and Japanese at ring side, can only be described as flustered by the turn of events. A half dozen knee drops later, Fiona stands, a hand going to her lower back as she winces in pain.
Yuko jumps up on the ring apron again. Fiona looks at her and sighs, but right now taking out the manager is low on her Ladyship’s list of priorities. The referee, seeing the manager, goes over to order her down to the floor. The distraction works to Waterford’s advantage this time and she walks over, picking up both of Sayuki’s ankles and lifting them to her waist. Fiona looks over at Yuko as she raises her boot over Matsumoto’s private area. Yuko screams, “Cheat! NOO! Cheat!”
The referee doesn’t turn around to see Fiona stomp down on Sayuki’s sex, but the huge pop from the crowd tells him something is going on. Yuko finally drops back down to the arena floor. The official turns to see Sayuki curled into a fetal ball and Waterford again bent over in pain hand on her faulty back.
Showing more than a bit of hypocrisy, the FAWNatics cheer Her Ladyship’s less-than-cricket attack and the Duchess shows absolutely no regret in leaving Matsumoto-san a crumpled wreck.
But Waterford’s far from done. She again plucks Sayuki’s ankles and pulls the challenger out of her turtled shell. With the official’s eyes upon her, the Brit steps through the spread legs and spins, sending Sayuki to her ample chest. With one of the Japanese grappler’s legs bent across the other, Fiona secures a sharpshooter on the curvy Asian and sets about trying to draw the match to a successful conclusion with Sayuki’s surrender.
Sharpshooter
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYdIJZBtzf0 )
Refusing to give in, Yuko’s demands to never give up ringing in her ears, Sayuki starts to crawl for the ropes in front of her when things go from bad to worse. Her Ladyship increases the pressure exponentially when she drops into a bridge, wielding ungodly tension on both Matsumoto’s legs and back.
Sayuki’s hand rises and her palm hovers over the canvas, Fee’s signature Tower Bridge ready to claim another victim, when Miss Ogura leans on to the canvas and snatches her weapon’s hand before she can tap. Ogura pulls her Invader to the ropes, dropping the arm across the bottom cable.
With the striped-shirt busy staring into Sayuki’s half-lidded and welled eyes, asking if she wants to end the torture, he misses the manager’s shenanigans, at least until Yuko shouts about Sayuki’s valiant effort to reach the cable. Looking up, the man immediately calls for the break and a frustrated Fiona, who saw Ogura’s activity, only releases after four further seconds of torment.
Scrambling to her feet, Waterford snatches an ankle to pull her challenger away from the ropes. On the outside, Yuko grabs a wrist and the tug-of-war is on to claim Yuko’s weapon. It’s a short fight and ends unexpectedly when Fiona releases her grip and Ogura yanks Matsumoto out with a full-body heave that draws her Invader out with unexpected force. Sayuki crashes down on the shocked manager, splashing atop the floored Yuko.
The FAWNatics erupt with laughter at the sight but it’s no laughing matter to the splayed Ogura, her slight frame crushed under her weapon. Sliding out behind the pile-up, FAWN’s senior roster member draws an aching Matsumoto off her leader and stuffs the challenger back into the ring, making sure to step on Yuko’s unguarded midriff as a base to reach the apron.
A moaning Yuko jackknifes as Fiona climbs to the canvas and swings through the ropes to join a crawling Sayuki, Matsumoto trying to create whatever distance she can.
It seems a fateful decision when Waterford closes the distance quickly and leaps into a vicious curbstomp, Waterford DRIVING Sayuki’s face into the deck with the brutal stomp.
Matsumoto is face down and motionless afterward, the weapon defused. After the collective ‘oooh’ from the crowd clears after the impact, Waterford notices the relative silence. She doesn’t have to turn to know Yuko is still in recovery mode on the arena floor and she scoops up the reeling Invader.
Taking a wrist, Waterford whips Sayuki to the ropes from center stage. The curvy Asian staggers into the ropes and rebounds. It’s enough momentum for Her Ladyship to scoop Matsumoto-san off the deck on her hip and flip the Invader onto her right shoulder, her foe’s body draping over either side, face pointed toward the mat.
Fiona crosses the Japanese grappler’s arms behind her back and spins/drives Matsumoto into the mat, Lady Fiona making her defining statement, NAILING Sayuki with her ‘Long Live the Queen’.
Long Live the Queen
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8YueVTcOj4 )
Ending in a crossbody pin, Waterford takes no chances, hooking a leg and curling up the demolished Matsumoto for the…
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THREEE!
Up to her knees on the outside, the diminutive Yuko can’t see over the apron’s edge but the roar of the crowd tells her what’s happened and she screams angrily, slapping the mat above her. Ogura rises in a crouch and peeks over the edge, receiving the confirmation. She drops back to a seat on the floor, stewing, her face scrunching in rage.
Inside, the champ tosses Sayuki’s limp leg aside and uses Sayuki’s Suns as dual launching pads to push to her feet and stand in a domineering straddle of the vanquished Invader ad the ring announcer makes it official.
“Your winner…by pinfall…and STILL Eurasian champion…Lady Fiona Waterford.”
The official collects Fiona’s hard-won prize and delivers it to her, the veteran continuing to show she kneels to no woman and no hourglass, lifting the gold high and placing a boot on Sayuki’s bosom.
“Take a picture, boys,” she shouts to the photogs. “I own this bytch. I own the Invasion. And I own FAWN!”