Post by bigfan on Aug 7, 2017 1:52:28 GMT
With the number of matches left at RW&B dwindling, murmurs run through the crowd as the FAWNatics wonder who might look to usurp the return to dominance of Riul Kanes. The Kanes’ most recent rampage, after dethroning The Three and reclaiming the titles, seems as lethal as any previous.
So when the Rising Sun flag supplants the FAWN logo on the FAWNtron, red sunbeams flowing out of a red disc, the crowd explodes both with excitement and a shower of boos. From the return of the Invaders for the Eurasian title match, it was clear the evil agents from the Far East had returned, but with Sayuki already having tasted defeat at the hands of Lady Waterford, no one could have predicted the bang with which they would return would be this big, another pair of Invaders also receiving a chance to strip the Irishwomen of their tag titles.
Not waiting for the invaders from the Pacific Rim to present themselves, the crowd shows their immediate disdain for the despised army from the East. In return, the arena speakers herald tonight’s version of the Invasion that would take the fight to Maeve and Moira. Euphoria’s Valentine Jealousy makes it clear to those in the know it will not be the infamous Say-Say Combo of Matusmoto and Anzu. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVzfpD-xyqY )
Instead, two shadowy figures in sweeping red satin robes appear, followed closely behind by the Invasion’s ever-present empress/mogul Miss Yuko Ogura.
Japanese cuneiform emerges from the red disc on the FAWNtron, the symbols turning to English in an Asian script spelling out what is already obvious "Asian Invasion'.
Simultaneously, the mysterious duo sweep off their coverings, tossing them aside. The invading beauties are in matching blood red bikinis, accessorized with red boots and pads, Seah Sin and Reiko Ohno discarding their singles attire to show a unified front.
Next to them, the tiny terror of a manger wears her eye-catching ensemble. Above Yuko has a top of 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.
YUKO OGURA:
The women share a bow toward each other anda noticeable lack of interest or respect for the fans. As they move down the ramp, the PA blares to life.
“The next match is scheduled for one fall with a time limit of 30 minutes and is for the FAWN Tag Team Championships. Introducing first, accompanied by their manager Yuko Ogura…”
The crowd can wait no longer to test their lungs as they erupt in a torrent of jeers for the hated businesswoman.
“… from Yokohama, Japan and Kyongju, South Korea…Reiko Ohno and Seah Sin…THE ASIAN INVASION.”
SEAH SIN:
REIKO OHNO:
The evil executive leads her forces to the ring, avoiding contact with the reaching hands on either side, Seah and Reiko careful to flank Yuko so no one can get close to their glorious leader.
Reaching the ring, Yuko sends the junior members of her Invasion around the ring in opposite directions and, while she ascends the steps and enters. Tonight’s tag partners meet at the far post and hop to the apron in unison. They wait outside, the attention all on Yuko, FAWN’s Napoleon holding court with a microphone in her hand.
She raises the stick to her lips only to be buried under a cascade of boos. Ogura smirks and waits for the noise to subside. It is VERY slow to do so.
“After reclaiming our homeland, it is again time to remind the decrepit, failing America and its pathetic people what true greatness looks like.”
Yuko signals for her Invaders to enter. Reiko and Seah bend their way through the ropes, and join Ogura at center stage, raising their arms high.
“My Ninja and my Little Dragon are here to make sushi out of your pitiful champions. We will send the Kanes back to tend their sheep and boil their potatoes!”
Ogura drops her microphone with a loud ‘THUD’ and the trio walk to their corner, the enraged crowd furious and more than willing to show it. As the catcalls flood the ring, the three Invaders huddle, occasionally turning an eye toward the stage to check for the arrival of the champions.
Resuming control of the p.a. system, the ring announcer then, in appropriately stentorian tones, proclaims, “And their opponents, hailing from Galway, Ireland, weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and forty-seven pounds, they are the reigning FAWN tag team champions…Maeve and Moira…. the RIUUUUUUUUIL KAAAAAANES!”
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, redheaded Maeve, is clad in a hunter green one-piece which hugged her lush curves, while her blonde sister Moira was garbed in a two-piece ensemble that was of a matching shade of that of her sibling. Each has ten pounds of leather and glistening gold slung over a shoulder. The Irishwomen strode down to the ring exuding nothing but absolute confidence. They have faced...and beaten...the best teams in the sport, and there is no trace of doubt in their confidence that they have the skills needed to emerge victorious again tonight.
MAEVE KANE:
MOIRA KANE:
This being the first-ever confrontation between the two teams, there is a heightened sense of excitement which crackles through the crowd like electricity. The Champion's partisans give full-throated roars to their icons, many holding aloft hand-made signs. One which the camera lingers on for a moment declares: THERE IS NOTHING WORTH BEING IMPRESSED ABOUT EAST OF IRELAND.
As they stride down the long aisle, they brush fingertips with the many outstretched hands, but the entire while their eyes remain locked on the figures in the ring. Reaching ringside they scale the steps to the apron. An almost imperceptible tilt of the head from Moira to the referee impels him to sit on the middle rope and hoist the top cable up, allowing the champions to ease their way into the squared circle. There, Maeve casts her eyes to Yuko and demands the microphone.
"Ye...Ogura," the elder Kane intones. "Don't ye think Oi've been forgittin' yer little shananigans last time," she says in reference to Maeve's losing effort against Sayuki a few months previous. "Ye wanna stick yer nose in th' match again, best be ready for me fist to flatten it!" A cloud of concern crosses Ogura's otherwise imperturbable features, and perhaps involuntarily she takes a step backward, letting her Invaders take the point.
The sisters then take their belts from their shoulders and hold them aloft, displaying them to the cheering throng before handing them to the ringside attendant.
Ogura slips out of the ring while the Kanes finish their housekeeping. When safely outside the ropes, she immediately points at the Irishwomen. Without a word, Reiko and Seah turn and sprint at the titleholders and lay into Maeve and Moira from behind.
Sin goes low, throwing a nasty chop block into the back of the blonde’s left knee. The peg taken out from under her, a grimacing Moira drops to her knees, holding onto the ropes to remain partially upright. The Invader grabs the top rope with both hands and leans a shin into the back of the younger Kane’s neck, while pressing her throat against the rubber-coated steel of the cable, apparently trying to choke her out.
A few feet away, Reiko takes a different course, leaping into a forearm smash to the back of Maeve’s skull. The redhead lurches forward, momentarily dazed from the sneak attack. Grabbing a wrist and shoulder, Ohno bumrushes the Riul toward her corner and tosses her through, Maeve’s noggin leading the way between the buckles and THUMPING into the steel of the ring post.
Not done, Yuko’s Ninja tugs the glassy-eyed Maeve back into the field of play and shoves her foe to the middle of the ring where the stubborn redhead remains upright but sways like a reed in the wind. Reiko races to the ropes in front of the staggered Maeve. She rebounds at full speed and leaps into a Cyclone Smash, the force of the blow decking the FAWN veteran.
Cyclone Smash (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Az6-O8wfLeU )
Ohno, on her knees next to the shellshocked Kane, raises her arms high and plays to the jeering crowd.
Meanwhile, Sin pulls a redfaced, gasping Moira out of the ropes, sliding alongside Kane, facing in the opposite direction. She backs Kane toward her splayed older sibling and laces her near leg with that of the blonde. Yuko’s Little Dragon falls toward the canvas, simultaneously delivering a senton to Maeve’s abdomen in the blink of an eye, while PLANTING Moira’s face into the thinly-sheathed bosom of her sister with a reverse Russian Leg Sweep.
With the aching champs piled atop each other, Reiko and Seah hop to their feet and stride to Yuko. They bow to their manager and the evil businesswoman nods knowingly in return, presumably giving the duo high praise in her mother tongue, having taken the initiative with a sneak attack on the gobsmacked Irishwomen.
“YOU,” Yuko shrieks at the bewildered official. “We are ready. Start the match!”
The reeling Kanes peel away from each other, Moira rolling up to hands and knees, Maeve making it to her haunches as she shakes out the early cobwebs.
“NOW!” the Invasion’s general demands.
The ref, momentarily intimidated by the Japanese genius, a hundred pounds soaking wet, calls for the bell with all four women still in the squared circle, two at a distinct disadvantage.
Reiko and Seah don’t waste an instant after the clang. The Invaders switch targets, Sin sprinting at Maeve and diving into a set of knees to Kane’s bountiful chest as she rides the redhead flat, her bony joints making a point, or two, as they flatten Maeve’s mammaries painfully.
Ohno races to Moira, the tag champ starting to rise from hands and knees. But Reiko intercedes halfway, leaping and wrapping her right arm around Kane’s braincase and bulldogging her to the deck in brutal fashion. The beaming Invader sits next to the motionless face-down Moira and shovels the flaccid champion to her back, climbing aboard in a lateral press.
Realizing he’s not sure who the legal competitors are, the striped-shirt hesitates before deciding a pin’s a pin. He drops next to Moira’s flattened shoulders and slaps for…
ONE…
TWO…
Kane kicks her way free, ending on her side next to an aggravated Sin. On the outside, Yuko complains bitterly in a high-pitched whine.
Not far away, Seah has Maeve on her feet and delivers a pair of simultaneous Mongolian chops to either nape of the elder Kane’s neck. Pain etched on her face and her wilting body apparently frozen in place, Maeve manages little defense when Seah spins into a perfectly placed back fist to the jaw of the champion. Kane pirouettes and drops to a spreadeagle, Seah diving atop the busty redhead, rolling her foe up in a double-leg cradle, Maeve’s arse pointed to the rafters.
“PIN…PIN,” shrieks Yuko. “You were counting wrong person. Now legal woman is pinned.”
The sheepish official spins from his two-count on Moira to slap palm to canvas for the pin on Maeve for…
ONE…
TWO…
Kane jerks a shoulder off the canvas, denying the Asian Invasion the tag gold, if only for the moment.
Having been given (and taking) the direction from Yuko, the ref works to get Reiko out of the ring, pointing her to the outside while physically assisting the stunned Moira back to the champions’ corner.
Not one to miss on any advantage, Yuko immediately directs Reiko to join her Little Dragon in a little double-teaming of the newly legal Kane while the referee is busy.
Each Invader grabs a wrist and tugs a harried Maeve to her feet, Kane’s head droopy, legs unsteady. The women back the redhead to the ropes and gather some momentum for a double Irish Whip of the lass from Galway.
Seah and Reiko follow to the middle of the ring as the auburn-haired grappler rebounds to the stationed Invaders. The twosome leap into stereo leg lariats that CRUNCH into Kane’s chin and send her rocketing to the deck, the back of her head SLAMMING into the canvas.
With the crowd apoplectic at the Invaders’ successful shock and awe, a beaming Reiko heads for the corner and exits through the ropes as the ref turns from putting a wobbly Moira in place. He instantly sees Seah firmly atop the starfished Riul in a schoolgirl pin.
Diving down next to the predicament to transfer power of the tag division to the Invasion, the man, who is quickly becoming FAWN’s most hated official, slaps the mat for…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOO!
The duped arbiter perhaps saves himself from that title by pulling his hand short no more than an inch from the final spank of the mat, Maeve having rolled a shoulder an inch off the canvas, if that.
"Are you blind?!?" Seah shrieks at the harried official. "I had her pinned! You're racist!" Taken aback, the zebra stammers, "I am <i>not</i> racist! She had her shoulder up!" "Oh yeah," Sin snarls. "Then what's my name?" "You're Seah Sin," he replies confidently. "Wrong!" the Korean shamelessly lies. "I'm Reiko! My gawd, you can't even tell us apart! You're <i>so</i> racist!"
While the ref and the wrestler argue the point, the official hasn't realized that the petite Asian has deftly risen up from her prone opponent and maneuvered herself around in such a way that the zebra has his back turned to Maeve. That's all the invitation Yuko needs to slither into the ring and clamp a chokehold onto the embattled redhead's throat. Eyes wide and face purplling, the Riuil's feet kick as her hands clutch at the strangling grasp around her windpipe. Unfortunately for the Irish battler, her sister is still too dazed in the corner to even look up and see what is transpiring. The mauling only lasts a few seconds, but it's time enough to further rob the co-titleholder of precious breath and stamina.
Meanwhile, the referee finally puts an end to the seemingly pointless debate with the Invader by pointing to the FAWNtron on one side of the arena, which shows photos of the challengers...with their names helpfully printed beneath their image. Seah shrugs and says nonchalantly, "I was just testing you. But you're still on probation, round eye!"
She then turns her attention back to Maeve (who is alone after Ogura swiftly darted out of the ring), and gives a crooked half-grin as she watches the stunned redhead struggle to her side on an elbow. She sizes up Kane, then dashes toward the ropes, obviously intending to rebound for further momentum. But instead at the last moment, she veers closer to the nearest corner...which happens to be the corner of the Riuil Kanes. There, Sin jacks an elbow up into the chest of the startled Moira, sending her sailing backward off of the apron and landing with a pained thud to the concrete floor, where she lays spreadeagled and glassy eyed.
Seah prepares to resume her attack on Maeve, but is halted by a barked order from Yuko at ringside, telling her to tag out. The Korean unhappily hesitates, but she knows better than to question the She-Shogun's command, or to display disloyalty.
The two Invaders slap hands but do not instantly trade places; instead, Ohno joins her partner in the ring, ignoring the warnings from the ref. Together they each take an arm of the scarlet-tressed Irish lass and "help" her up, leaving Kane swaying unsteadily on shaky stems. Reiko then steps behind her while Seah steps backward, giving the pair a wide berth.
Cupping her hands around Maeve's chin, Ohno suddenly leaps up and plants her knees against her adversary's back, letting gravity full them down to the mat. When they hit, the force of the Lungblower launches the gasping Kane back up to her feet and reeling forward...directly towards Seah, who repeats the move in mirror image, wrapping her hands around the back of the redhead's skull while bringing her knees up against Maeve's breasts.
This Reverse Lungblower is even more devastating, and the impact sends Kane flying backward and flopping hard onto her back, chest heaving as she pants wheezily for air. To a mixture of distress and tantalization of her fans, the explosive impact of the move caused Maeve's 'shamrocks' to burst free of the cups of her suit, exposing the pale Irish flesh to the eyes of all.
Sin is tempted to try for the easy pin, but she recalls that she's no longer the legal Invader in the ring, and grudgingly rolls out under the ropes.
"Don't frown, Ogura comforts the disappointed Sin. "You may amuse yourself with this unworthy dog," she says, gesturing toward the downed Moira. A sinister grin crosses Seah's face as she jumps down from the apron and advances on the larger blonde.
Within the ring, Ohno opts not for a pinfall, but rather to make the proud Champion whimper and beg for mercy. She pulls the limp redhead up like a sack of potatoes and drapes the redhead across her shoulders, displaying tremendous raw power as she agonizingly bends Kane in a Torture Rack, shocking her out of her stupor, and leaving her no recourse but to shriek in anguish at the top of her lungs.
Yuko’s ninja shows she can work a fair bit of power in to her usual heaping helping of speed. The Invader marches around the ring, attempting to put more than one crack into Kane’s spinal column. Maeve’s arms flail uselessly, her bosom undulating as her struggles within the Rack go unrewarded.
“Surrender,” Reiko demands, giving an emphatic shake.
The auburn-haired Irishwoman refuses with a shake of her head and Yuko demands Ohno increase the pressure. The beauty from Yokohama drops to her knees and sends a brutal shockwave through the champ’s backbone. Still, the stubborn Riul will not yield, mewling and moaning but not offering the magic words.
Reiko tries to rise to resume the torturous trek but she’s too fatigued to rise from her kneel with Kane strapped across her shoulders. Instead, Ohno lets Maeve tumble down her back, the Irishwoman ending in a glistening pool behind her challenger. Reiko rolls her shoulders to loosen the knotted muscles but a shrieking Yuko gets her back on task quickly.
Meanwhile, outside the squared circle, Ogura’s Little Dragon is having a tougher time keeping Moira down. After landing some loud and welt-inducing chops to Moira’s chest with a series of knife-edges; giving up five inches and twenty pounds to Kane starts to show when the blonde is on her feet and ready to brawl.
Each woman gives as good as she gets, but the champ’s firepower is a higher caliber and soon Seah is being rocked from side to side, Kane combos creasing her jaw until a European Uppercut leaves the Korean on her ass in a daze next to her concerned manager.
Yuko momentarily verbally threatens the advancing blonde, but when Kane is not concerned in the slightest, Little Miss Ogura backs off, palms raised plaintively.
“She is wrestler. Not me,” Yuko pleads, throwing her Invader under the bus, the businesswoman offering the blonde the easier target.
Kane accepts, pulling Seah to unsteady feet, when the younger sibling notices both the state of undress and the dire straits her big sister is in. Leaving a calling card, Moira lifts her right elbow and THUNKS it down into the forehead of the Korean grappler. Sin drops to her knees, dark eyes glassy. She settles on her haunches, flaccid, the only thing keeping her up, Moira’s fingers entwined in her dark mop.
“Ye jus’ won the Irish Sweepstakes, scragger,” Kane growls, lifting a raised knee into Seah’s chin and laying out the Little Dragon in a spreadeagle right in front of Yuko’s patent leather pumps.
Inside, a busy Reiko is straddling Maeve’s waist. Facing forward, she swabs Kane’s hulking targets generously, sweeping hooks into each bared jugg. The wincing redhead encases her gurls in swaddling arms before Ohno rips the covering off and supplies another brutal bosom battering.
Yuko’s high-pitched warning serves Ohno well and she catches Moira’s entry out of the corner of an eye. She gives up her prime seating atop the beleaguered Maeve, the Invader backing off and letting a furious Moira reclaim her sister.
“Ye doan even know what ya jus bought yourself,” the blonde barks at Reiko, Ohno apparently understanding to a degree, as she continues to give ground while Kane advances.
With Moira charging, Ohno shoots a thrusting toe kick toward the tawny tummy of the champion, but Kane’s ready and willing, snatching Reiko’s ankle and lifting the leg high, forcing the challenger to hop perilously on her remaining grounded boot.
Before the Japanese grappler can consider an enziguri, Kane tosses the limb to the side violently and forces Reiko into a pirouette. Moira latches onto the former Eurasian champion from behind in a tight, tummy-cinching waistlock.
Ohno has barely a second to pry at Moira’s clasped hands before the incensed blonde lifts Reiko off the deck and forces her into an abbreviated backflip, the Release German Suplex sending the Asian up and over Kane’s shoulders to land on her own (and the back of her skull). The momentum of the toss sends Ohno spilling over to her chest and, luckily for her, within grasping range of Yuko’s tiny hands. The Invasion general wraps both around an ankle and tugs Reiko out under the bottom rope, Ohno joining a blurry-eyed Seah, the Invaders on either side of the malevolent businesswoman.
To the chagrin of some, Maeve’s placed her shamrocks back under cover and is helped to her feet by her younger sibling. A stalemate in place, the crowd gives both teams a well-earned hand before the referee starts his count on both Reiko entering the ring and Moira leaving it.
After some intense private conversation, Yuko sends her ninja sliding in under the ropes, but only after Moira evacuates to her station outside the champions’ corner, leaving a scowling and revenge-seeking redhead waiting for her foe.
Reiko pops to her feet and seems none too eager to engage, but a whistle and a demanding shriek from Ogura sends her forward, looking to tie-up with the elder Kane. Maeve seems ready to respond in kind, but as they connect, the buxom grappler, grabs a wrist of her foe and spins into a tight hammerlock, pressing her gurls tight to Reiko’s shoulderblades while ratcheting up on Ohno’s captured limb.
Reiko rises to tiptoes to relieve the pressure, her lids clenching in pain, but she’s not frozen from her aching arm and pulls a little do-si-do to exchange positions with the infuriated redhead. The Invader provides some payback on the yipping Kane. But the situation quickly reverses again, the Irish lass slipping out of the chickenwing and rotating around the Asian beauty, this time strapping a full nelson around the arms and neck of the devious Invader.
Not taking any chances, Maeve doesn’t give the challenger enough time for another reversal, launching Reiko into the sky and THUMPING her into the deck with a ring-rattling Full Nelson Slam.
Full Nelson Slam (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8i8w1lKYpTg )
The dazed Reiko’s golden-skinned frame spreads into a starfish from the impact and the way to a pin by Maeve is free and clear. But instead, she plucks an ankle off the feet and spins around the limb, flipping Ohno to her chest in the process. Wrapping both forearms around the joint in a classic ankle lock, the busty redhead works over the joint with gusto, drawing howls from a thrashing Reiko and squeals from a worried Yuko.
Ogura climbs to the apron, grabbing the top cable and jumping up and down in a tantrum. The ref tries to ignore the apoplectic executive but finally he’s forced to turn his attention and demand Yuko return to the floor. The striped-shirt is not the only one who’s had enough. Moira slips through cables and charges, whizzing past the official and ramming a forearm into Ogura’s noggin, sending her flying to the floor below.
In the confusion, while Yuko takes one for the team, Seah slips into the squared circle and lays a superkick into Maeve’s temple, ending the redhead’s torturous twisting abruptly. As Kane melts to her haunches and tumbles to her side, a relieved Reiko wants nothing to do with remaining legal. As Sin scrambles under the ropes to keep herself above reproach, Ohno limps after, inside the ring, the two Asians meeting in the Invasion corner for a hand-off.
Turning to see a dazed Maeve on hands and knees, Moira realizes she got got and threatens retribution, but the official guides her back to the champions’ side, leaving the newly tagged Seah to take over on the curvy Irishwoman.
The tiny Korean catches Kane just as she reaches her feet. Lacing her right leg around Maeve’s, the women headed in opposite directions, Seah lays out and PLANTS Kane’s face into the deck with a snappy Reverse Russian Leg Sweep.
Seah rolls atop the face down Kane, driving her knee caps into Maeve’s shoulderblades. The Korean grappler laces her fingers and slips the cupped hands under Maeve’s chin.
The Little Dragon reeeefs back with her grip, drawing Maeve’s head and torso with her in a nasty chinlock. Maeve’s already stretched and slightly misplaced emerald spandex fails again, the redhead’s gurls popping free when the diminutive but savage Invader forces Kane’s spine to arch further and further.
Maeve again creates a hell of a show courtesy Seah’s backbreaking toil and a smirking Yuko turns to the crowd, pointing over her shoulder and chuckling.
“My Invasion will humiliate and then they will destroy!”
The Kane contingent among the fans...and truth be told, they outnumber Asia-addicts by a considerable number...see their hopes, which had just so recently been raised, sink low again. Some feel a sense of shock, as not a man nor woman among them can ever recall having seen the Kane siblings so nearly-dominated as they are tonight, not even against They Who Must Not Be Named (known as Scandalous to the rest of the world). Silently, each prays for a miracle.
Moira Kane, firmly adhering to the tenet that the Lord helps those who help themselves, has decided that enough is enough. Risking disqualification, she suddenly jumps through the ropes and charges at Seah, slamming her knee into the base of the Korean's skull. A starfield explodes in Sin's eyeballs, and she flops limply to her side, releasing her hold on the Irish redhead.
The referee howls a command for Kane the Younger to vacate the ring, and she immediately does so. But her suspicion was correct: given the audacity of the Asian Invasion's pre-match rulebreaking, the zebra was willing to grant the Kanes some tiny bit of leeway to help balance the scales a bit. Having played that 'Get Out of Jail Free' card, Moira knows she won't get such an opportunity again, so now all she can do is hope that Maeve can make the most of her reprieve.
Groaning, the elder sister has begun dragging herself slowly across the canvas toward her waiting sibling in the corner. Likewise, the dazed Seah has started to claw her way back to her own partner. It becomes a contest as both struggle to be the first to reach salvation. Finally, each straining her arm as far as she can, the Kane lasses brush fingertips. Seah does the same with Reiko mere moments later, but even as Ohno bursts between the ropes, Moira Kane is already racing across the ring toward her, and she lands a forearm smash to the chest that slams the Asian into the corner, her arms draped over the top ropes.
Knowing full well she's running on whatever few drops of petrol she still has in the tank, the blonde Kane unleashes a torrent of chops to her opponent, leaving Reiko's almond-shaped eyes glassy and her jaw slack, as her chest bears the imprint of her adversary's hand...and doubtless will for several more days to come. Ogura is shrieking at ringside...at Ohno, at Kane, at the referee, and even at Sin, who kneels in a battered heap on the ring apron.
Pulling the dazed Asian from the corner, Moira Irish whips her to the ropes, and as Reiko bounds off them and hurtles haplessly back toward her foe, the blonde Riuil unleashes a superkick to Ohno's jaw. The impact snaps her head back violently, but she does not fall. Instead, she sways with uncertainty on trembling legs, her vacant eyes broadcasting that, at least for the moment, no one is home. Moira gives a satisfied half-grin, and decides to end this.
She races to the ropes, using them to build momentum for what will be a clothesline that might very well separate Ohno's head from her shoulders, and will most certainly lay her out for a quick pin count; the referee already crouches a bit in anticipation for diving to his knees to slap the canvas.
The Kanes have proven that they have what it takes to not only win championship gold, but retain it. They've taken a hellacious pounding, but managed to endure, and now once again they will be rewarded with the victory laurel. Indeed, the Kanes have it all...talent, drive, experience, endurance.
But what they don't have is a third person at ringside watching out for their interests.
Just as Moira bounces off of the rubber coated steel cables, Yuko's hand sweeps in under the ropes, catching Kane’s right foot, sending the startled blonde keeling forward, all of the momentum she’s built up erupting into the face plant she makes into the canvas-covered plywood. And there she lies, face down, emitting a low, slow moan, her anile left foot kicking listlessly at the mat. Meantime, Ohno shakes her head and begins to come out of her stupor.
As the race to make the tag developed so now the race to reach vertical emerges between Reiko and Moira. This time it’s the Invader with the slight edge and she springs toward Kane, leaping into a spinning roundhouse kick that cracks the blonde in the temple.
Spinning Roundhouse
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2owUv3qSIk )
Moira is splattered to the canvas, timbering to a face down landing. A shrieking Yuko makes sure her ninja knows what to do the second she fully regains her balance. Ohno drops to the mat and rolls the Riul to her back, collapsing her frame atop in a crossbody pin. Reiko hooks the far leg of the semiconscious champ for good measure, picking up the…
ONE…
TWO…
…and from nowhere, a fully-covered Maeve makes the save, ramming a double axhandle between Ohno’s shoulderblades. Reiko arches in pain and rolls off the stirring Moira.
The redhead collects the Invader by a wrist, yanks her up, and bullies her into the ropes, disregarding the plea of the official whose unofficially lost control of this tag tilt. Kane heaves Reiko with an Irish whip and follows to the middle, waiting for her foe’s return.
Sliding down from her corner, the Little Dragon makes the unobtrusive tag on Ohno’s shoulder as Reiko bounds back toward the Irish roadblock. Maeve buries a toe kick deep into the golden-skinned gut of the Invader, stopping Reiko dead in her tracks. Draping an arm across the back of Ohno’s neck with her left arm while cradling the Japanese grappler’s left knee with her right, the elder Kane launches Reiko heavenward and drops the ninja on her head and neck with a brutal fisherman buster.
Fisherman buster
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1QW6iUIt56U )
Acting on instinct, Maeve pops to her feet, grabs Reiko’s stilled legs and begins to knot them with her own in a familiar figure, Kane pulling out her Four Leaf Clover.
Ohno squeals in agony when Maeve secures her finisher. Meanwhile, Moira uses the closest buckles to pull to her feet. She turns and leans into the corner, watching in confusion as her sister seems ready to bring another successful defense to a conclusion.
As a howling Reiko tries to hold out for pride alone, the referee waves off any thought the timekeeper has about calling the match. He tries desperately to break the leglock.
“Moira’s legal!” he shouts at the rampaging redhead. “Moira’s legal!”
The words are failing to register with the twice exposed, enraged Maeve, but they are already well known to the Invasion’s deceitful manager. Hopping to the apron behind Moira, Yuko reaches her right hand around Kane’s head and swipes her talons across the blonde’s eyes.
A blinded and yelping Moira gets a ‘helping’ pair of hands courtesy a shove from the tiny businesswoman. Kane staggers sightless toward center stage where she’s met by the legal Sin.
Seah, on the run, leaps toward Moira, her extended if abbreviated lower limbs leading the way. The legs snap shut around Kane’s noggin and she flips the younger sibling to the deck with a flying headscissors.
With Moira’s reddened eyes working only on a rudimentary level and her bearings lost from the flip, Seah completes her Dragon’s Wings by maneuvering Kane to her knees, locking in an ingenious Romero stretch/dragon sleeper combination, apparently a new and improved version of her Dragon’s Wings.
Dragon’s Wings
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vH5nS1OLQrY )
Realizing he’s not reaching the rabid Maeve and that the legal participants are also locked in a tightly secured submission, the ref leaves Reiko to suffer and Maeve to rave.
A few feet away, Moira can’t pry her way free from Sin’s grip and her arms reach upward, waving weakly as Seah expertly cuts off the blood flow to the blonde’s brain.
Finally, the zealous Maeve sees the dueling submission out of the corner of a wide emerald eye. She notices the official is asking Moira if she wants to quit instead of the balling Reiko and instantly the busty redhead unknots herself from Ohno, rising to break the Korean’s road to victory.
It’s then the Invasion’s pocket-sized manager shows she’s learned a little physicality in the over a decade she’s managed her Invaders. Having entered the ring with the ref’s attention on giving Moira her options, Yuko sprints into a dropkick to the jaw of the rising Maeve. It’s a surprisingly deft effort and the startled auburn-haired grappler is left staring blankly at the rafters after spinning to the deck.
While no knockout blow, Ogura’s effort gives Seah yet more time to spread her Dragon’s Wings and, despite the pleas of the FAWNatics, Moira fades, her arms finally flopping lifeless to her sides.
The official raises the limb once and, when it drops like dead weight, it’s enough for him. He gestures for the bell. The ring announcer is quick to comply with the striped-shirt’s call.
“Your winners and NEW tag team champions…Reiko Ohno, Seah Sin…the Asian Invasion!”
Seah slowly releases the flaccid Moira, tossing her body toward the seated Maeve. The disheartened redhead passes on tearing apart anyone she can get her hands on to cradle her semiconscious sibling.
The crowd showers the ring with jeers and the volume only increases when the official hands over the gold to Miss Ogura. Holding the belts for safekeeping for her team, the devious executive ushers her champions to the middle, Ogura standing between. She has her troops grab her wrists and lift her arms and, by extension, the belts high.
When the Invaders break from their money shot, the wrestlers are allowed to possess the belts and Yuko calls for a microphone. The stick is quickly delivered.
“You will learn. Yes. Even you stupid Americans will learn. What I say is the truth. My Invaders are champions. And since you treat us so badly, we WILL be taking the tag titles back to Japan.”
“THE HELL YOU WILL.”
The authoritative and amplified voice of FAWN’s Commissioner interrupts that of its most cunning manager.
As one, the crowd and the Invaders turn to the upper stage to witness the arrival of the organization’s boss lady. Stick in hand she stands center stage in a flawless gun metal gray suit and skirt.
BETHANY CHRISTIAN:
“Let me assure you Yuko, you will never again abscond with FAWN gold to do with what you please across the Pacific Ocean. No. You will in fact be defending those belts at FAWNAMANIA.”
The crowd gives its loud approval to that news.
“In fact,” Bethany continues, “since you cannot seem to keep yourself from interfering AND you showed a pretty healthy dropkick, you will be not only be a manager at those festivities, but you will be a wrestler in a THREE-ON-THREE MATCH.”
The FAWNatics lose their collective shyt, surmising what Christian’s emphasis on the numeral means.
“And yes…your first defense will be against Pandora, Adrianna Papadopolous and Ashley Locke…THE THREE! Good luck with that.”
Bethany drops the mic literally and walks off the stage. As the dejected Kanes struggle arm in arm up the ramp, in the ring, the victors and title holders now seem nearly as unhappy. Yuko bounces around the ring, screeching violently in both English and Japanese in utter disbelief that not only will her Ninja and Little Dragon need to beat the Amazons but she…SHE…will be a participant.
Yuko wails incoherently, tugging at her ebony locks. Her champions try to calm her but it’s useless. They do get her out of the ring and the trio strides up the aisle to the sound of the FAWNatics’ chant.
“THE THREE IS GONNA KILL YOU! THE THREE IS GONNA KILL YOU!”
Yuko muffs her ears and screams ‘NO…NO…NO’ as she and her charges disappear behind the curtain.
So when the Rising Sun flag supplants the FAWN logo on the FAWNtron, red sunbeams flowing out of a red disc, the crowd explodes both with excitement and a shower of boos. From the return of the Invaders for the Eurasian title match, it was clear the evil agents from the Far East had returned, but with Sayuki already having tasted defeat at the hands of Lady Waterford, no one could have predicted the bang with which they would return would be this big, another pair of Invaders also receiving a chance to strip the Irishwomen of their tag titles.
Not waiting for the invaders from the Pacific Rim to present themselves, the crowd shows their immediate disdain for the despised army from the East. In return, the arena speakers herald tonight’s version of the Invasion that would take the fight to Maeve and Moira. Euphoria’s Valentine Jealousy makes it clear to those in the know it will not be the infamous Say-Say Combo of Matusmoto and Anzu. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVzfpD-xyqY )
Instead, two shadowy figures in sweeping red satin robes appear, followed closely behind by the Invasion’s ever-present empress/mogul Miss Yuko Ogura.
Japanese cuneiform emerges from the red disc on the FAWNtron, the symbols turning to English in an Asian script spelling out what is already obvious "Asian Invasion'.
Simultaneously, the mysterious duo sweep off their coverings, tossing them aside. The invading beauties are in matching blood red bikinis, accessorized with red boots and pads, Seah Sin and Reiko Ohno discarding their singles attire to show a unified front.
Next to them, the tiny terror of a manger wears her eye-catching ensemble. Above Yuko has a top of 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.
YUKO OGURA:
The women share a bow toward each other anda noticeable lack of interest or respect for the fans. As they move down the ramp, the PA blares to life.
“The next match is scheduled for one fall with a time limit of 30 minutes and is for the FAWN Tag Team Championships. Introducing first, accompanied by their manager Yuko Ogura…”
The crowd can wait no longer to test their lungs as they erupt in a torrent of jeers for the hated businesswoman.
“… from Yokohama, Japan and Kyongju, South Korea…Reiko Ohno and Seah Sin…THE ASIAN INVASION.”
SEAH SIN:
REIKO OHNO:
The evil executive leads her forces to the ring, avoiding contact with the reaching hands on either side, Seah and Reiko careful to flank Yuko so no one can get close to their glorious leader.
Reaching the ring, Yuko sends the junior members of her Invasion around the ring in opposite directions and, while she ascends the steps and enters. Tonight’s tag partners meet at the far post and hop to the apron in unison. They wait outside, the attention all on Yuko, FAWN’s Napoleon holding court with a microphone in her hand.
She raises the stick to her lips only to be buried under a cascade of boos. Ogura smirks and waits for the noise to subside. It is VERY slow to do so.
“After reclaiming our homeland, it is again time to remind the decrepit, failing America and its pathetic people what true greatness looks like.”
Yuko signals for her Invaders to enter. Reiko and Seah bend their way through the ropes, and join Ogura at center stage, raising their arms high.
“My Ninja and my Little Dragon are here to make sushi out of your pitiful champions. We will send the Kanes back to tend their sheep and boil their potatoes!”
Ogura drops her microphone with a loud ‘THUD’ and the trio walk to their corner, the enraged crowd furious and more than willing to show it. As the catcalls flood the ring, the three Invaders huddle, occasionally turning an eye toward the stage to check for the arrival of the champions.
Resuming control of the p.a. system, the ring announcer then, in appropriately stentorian tones, proclaims, “And their opponents, hailing from Galway, Ireland, weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and forty-seven pounds, they are the reigning FAWN tag team champions…Maeve and Moira…. the RIUUUUUUUUIL KAAAAAANES!”
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, redheaded Maeve, is clad in a hunter green one-piece which hugged her lush curves, while her blonde sister Moira was garbed in a two-piece ensemble that was of a matching shade of that of her sibling. Each has ten pounds of leather and glistening gold slung over a shoulder. The Irishwomen strode down to the ring exuding nothing but absolute confidence. They have faced...and beaten...the best teams in the sport, and there is no trace of doubt in their confidence that they have the skills needed to emerge victorious again tonight.
MAEVE KANE:
MOIRA KANE:
This being the first-ever confrontation between the two teams, there is a heightened sense of excitement which crackles through the crowd like electricity. The Champion's partisans give full-throated roars to their icons, many holding aloft hand-made signs. One which the camera lingers on for a moment declares: THERE IS NOTHING WORTH BEING IMPRESSED ABOUT EAST OF IRELAND.
As they stride down the long aisle, they brush fingertips with the many outstretched hands, but the entire while their eyes remain locked on the figures in the ring. Reaching ringside they scale the steps to the apron. An almost imperceptible tilt of the head from Moira to the referee impels him to sit on the middle rope and hoist the top cable up, allowing the champions to ease their way into the squared circle. There, Maeve casts her eyes to Yuko and demands the microphone.
"Ye...Ogura," the elder Kane intones. "Don't ye think Oi've been forgittin' yer little shananigans last time," she says in reference to Maeve's losing effort against Sayuki a few months previous. "Ye wanna stick yer nose in th' match again, best be ready for me fist to flatten it!" A cloud of concern crosses Ogura's otherwise imperturbable features, and perhaps involuntarily she takes a step backward, letting her Invaders take the point.
The sisters then take their belts from their shoulders and hold them aloft, displaying them to the cheering throng before handing them to the ringside attendant.
Ogura slips out of the ring while the Kanes finish their housekeeping. When safely outside the ropes, she immediately points at the Irishwomen. Without a word, Reiko and Seah turn and sprint at the titleholders and lay into Maeve and Moira from behind.
Sin goes low, throwing a nasty chop block into the back of the blonde’s left knee. The peg taken out from under her, a grimacing Moira drops to her knees, holding onto the ropes to remain partially upright. The Invader grabs the top rope with both hands and leans a shin into the back of the younger Kane’s neck, while pressing her throat against the rubber-coated steel of the cable, apparently trying to choke her out.
A few feet away, Reiko takes a different course, leaping into a forearm smash to the back of Maeve’s skull. The redhead lurches forward, momentarily dazed from the sneak attack. Grabbing a wrist and shoulder, Ohno bumrushes the Riul toward her corner and tosses her through, Maeve’s noggin leading the way between the buckles and THUMPING into the steel of the ring post.
Not done, Yuko’s Ninja tugs the glassy-eyed Maeve back into the field of play and shoves her foe to the middle of the ring where the stubborn redhead remains upright but sways like a reed in the wind. Reiko races to the ropes in front of the staggered Maeve. She rebounds at full speed and leaps into a Cyclone Smash, the force of the blow decking the FAWN veteran.
Cyclone Smash (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Az6-O8wfLeU )
Ohno, on her knees next to the shellshocked Kane, raises her arms high and plays to the jeering crowd.
Meanwhile, Sin pulls a redfaced, gasping Moira out of the ropes, sliding alongside Kane, facing in the opposite direction. She backs Kane toward her splayed older sibling and laces her near leg with that of the blonde. Yuko’s Little Dragon falls toward the canvas, simultaneously delivering a senton to Maeve’s abdomen in the blink of an eye, while PLANTING Moira’s face into the thinly-sheathed bosom of her sister with a reverse Russian Leg Sweep.
With the aching champs piled atop each other, Reiko and Seah hop to their feet and stride to Yuko. They bow to their manager and the evil businesswoman nods knowingly in return, presumably giving the duo high praise in her mother tongue, having taken the initiative with a sneak attack on the gobsmacked Irishwomen.
“YOU,” Yuko shrieks at the bewildered official. “We are ready. Start the match!”
The reeling Kanes peel away from each other, Moira rolling up to hands and knees, Maeve making it to her haunches as she shakes out the early cobwebs.
“NOW!” the Invasion’s general demands.
The ref, momentarily intimidated by the Japanese genius, a hundred pounds soaking wet, calls for the bell with all four women still in the squared circle, two at a distinct disadvantage.
Reiko and Seah don’t waste an instant after the clang. The Invaders switch targets, Sin sprinting at Maeve and diving into a set of knees to Kane’s bountiful chest as she rides the redhead flat, her bony joints making a point, or two, as they flatten Maeve’s mammaries painfully.
Ohno races to Moira, the tag champ starting to rise from hands and knees. But Reiko intercedes halfway, leaping and wrapping her right arm around Kane’s braincase and bulldogging her to the deck in brutal fashion. The beaming Invader sits next to the motionless face-down Moira and shovels the flaccid champion to her back, climbing aboard in a lateral press.
Realizing he’s not sure who the legal competitors are, the striped-shirt hesitates before deciding a pin’s a pin. He drops next to Moira’s flattened shoulders and slaps for…
ONE…
TWO…
Kane kicks her way free, ending on her side next to an aggravated Sin. On the outside, Yuko complains bitterly in a high-pitched whine.
Not far away, Seah has Maeve on her feet and delivers a pair of simultaneous Mongolian chops to either nape of the elder Kane’s neck. Pain etched on her face and her wilting body apparently frozen in place, Maeve manages little defense when Seah spins into a perfectly placed back fist to the jaw of the champion. Kane pirouettes and drops to a spreadeagle, Seah diving atop the busty redhead, rolling her foe up in a double-leg cradle, Maeve’s arse pointed to the rafters.
“PIN…PIN,” shrieks Yuko. “You were counting wrong person. Now legal woman is pinned.”
The sheepish official spins from his two-count on Moira to slap palm to canvas for the pin on Maeve for…
ONE…
TWO…
Kane jerks a shoulder off the canvas, denying the Asian Invasion the tag gold, if only for the moment.
Having been given (and taking) the direction from Yuko, the ref works to get Reiko out of the ring, pointing her to the outside while physically assisting the stunned Moira back to the champions’ corner.
Not one to miss on any advantage, Yuko immediately directs Reiko to join her Little Dragon in a little double-teaming of the newly legal Kane while the referee is busy.
Each Invader grabs a wrist and tugs a harried Maeve to her feet, Kane’s head droopy, legs unsteady. The women back the redhead to the ropes and gather some momentum for a double Irish Whip of the lass from Galway.
Seah and Reiko follow to the middle of the ring as the auburn-haired grappler rebounds to the stationed Invaders. The twosome leap into stereo leg lariats that CRUNCH into Kane’s chin and send her rocketing to the deck, the back of her head SLAMMING into the canvas.
With the crowd apoplectic at the Invaders’ successful shock and awe, a beaming Reiko heads for the corner and exits through the ropes as the ref turns from putting a wobbly Moira in place. He instantly sees Seah firmly atop the starfished Riul in a schoolgirl pin.
Diving down next to the predicament to transfer power of the tag division to the Invasion, the man, who is quickly becoming FAWN’s most hated official, slaps the mat for…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOO!
The duped arbiter perhaps saves himself from that title by pulling his hand short no more than an inch from the final spank of the mat, Maeve having rolled a shoulder an inch off the canvas, if that.
"Are you blind?!?" Seah shrieks at the harried official. "I had her pinned! You're racist!" Taken aback, the zebra stammers, "I am <i>not</i> racist! She had her shoulder up!" "Oh yeah," Sin snarls. "Then what's my name?" "You're Seah Sin," he replies confidently. "Wrong!" the Korean shamelessly lies. "I'm Reiko! My gawd, you can't even tell us apart! You're <i>so</i> racist!"
While the ref and the wrestler argue the point, the official hasn't realized that the petite Asian has deftly risen up from her prone opponent and maneuvered herself around in such a way that the zebra has his back turned to Maeve. That's all the invitation Yuko needs to slither into the ring and clamp a chokehold onto the embattled redhead's throat. Eyes wide and face purplling, the Riuil's feet kick as her hands clutch at the strangling grasp around her windpipe. Unfortunately for the Irish battler, her sister is still too dazed in the corner to even look up and see what is transpiring. The mauling only lasts a few seconds, but it's time enough to further rob the co-titleholder of precious breath and stamina.
Meanwhile, the referee finally puts an end to the seemingly pointless debate with the Invader by pointing to the FAWNtron on one side of the arena, which shows photos of the challengers...with their names helpfully printed beneath their image. Seah shrugs and says nonchalantly, "I was just testing you. But you're still on probation, round eye!"
She then turns her attention back to Maeve (who is alone after Ogura swiftly darted out of the ring), and gives a crooked half-grin as she watches the stunned redhead struggle to her side on an elbow. She sizes up Kane, then dashes toward the ropes, obviously intending to rebound for further momentum. But instead at the last moment, she veers closer to the nearest corner...which happens to be the corner of the Riuil Kanes. There, Sin jacks an elbow up into the chest of the startled Moira, sending her sailing backward off of the apron and landing with a pained thud to the concrete floor, where she lays spreadeagled and glassy eyed.
Seah prepares to resume her attack on Maeve, but is halted by a barked order from Yuko at ringside, telling her to tag out. The Korean unhappily hesitates, but she knows better than to question the She-Shogun's command, or to display disloyalty.
The two Invaders slap hands but do not instantly trade places; instead, Ohno joins her partner in the ring, ignoring the warnings from the ref. Together they each take an arm of the scarlet-tressed Irish lass and "help" her up, leaving Kane swaying unsteadily on shaky stems. Reiko then steps behind her while Seah steps backward, giving the pair a wide berth.
Cupping her hands around Maeve's chin, Ohno suddenly leaps up and plants her knees against her adversary's back, letting gravity full them down to the mat. When they hit, the force of the Lungblower launches the gasping Kane back up to her feet and reeling forward...directly towards Seah, who repeats the move in mirror image, wrapping her hands around the back of the redhead's skull while bringing her knees up against Maeve's breasts.
This Reverse Lungblower is even more devastating, and the impact sends Kane flying backward and flopping hard onto her back, chest heaving as she pants wheezily for air. To a mixture of distress and tantalization of her fans, the explosive impact of the move caused Maeve's 'shamrocks' to burst free of the cups of her suit, exposing the pale Irish flesh to the eyes of all.
Sin is tempted to try for the easy pin, but she recalls that she's no longer the legal Invader in the ring, and grudgingly rolls out under the ropes.
"Don't frown, Ogura comforts the disappointed Sin. "You may amuse yourself with this unworthy dog," she says, gesturing toward the downed Moira. A sinister grin crosses Seah's face as she jumps down from the apron and advances on the larger blonde.
Within the ring, Ohno opts not for a pinfall, but rather to make the proud Champion whimper and beg for mercy. She pulls the limp redhead up like a sack of potatoes and drapes the redhead across her shoulders, displaying tremendous raw power as she agonizingly bends Kane in a Torture Rack, shocking her out of her stupor, and leaving her no recourse but to shriek in anguish at the top of her lungs.
Yuko’s ninja shows she can work a fair bit of power in to her usual heaping helping of speed. The Invader marches around the ring, attempting to put more than one crack into Kane’s spinal column. Maeve’s arms flail uselessly, her bosom undulating as her struggles within the Rack go unrewarded.
“Surrender,” Reiko demands, giving an emphatic shake.
The auburn-haired Irishwoman refuses with a shake of her head and Yuko demands Ohno increase the pressure. The beauty from Yokohama drops to her knees and sends a brutal shockwave through the champ’s backbone. Still, the stubborn Riul will not yield, mewling and moaning but not offering the magic words.
Reiko tries to rise to resume the torturous trek but she’s too fatigued to rise from her kneel with Kane strapped across her shoulders. Instead, Ohno lets Maeve tumble down her back, the Irishwoman ending in a glistening pool behind her challenger. Reiko rolls her shoulders to loosen the knotted muscles but a shrieking Yuko gets her back on task quickly.
Meanwhile, outside the squared circle, Ogura’s Little Dragon is having a tougher time keeping Moira down. After landing some loud and welt-inducing chops to Moira’s chest with a series of knife-edges; giving up five inches and twenty pounds to Kane starts to show when the blonde is on her feet and ready to brawl.
Each woman gives as good as she gets, but the champ’s firepower is a higher caliber and soon Seah is being rocked from side to side, Kane combos creasing her jaw until a European Uppercut leaves the Korean on her ass in a daze next to her concerned manager.
Yuko momentarily verbally threatens the advancing blonde, but when Kane is not concerned in the slightest, Little Miss Ogura backs off, palms raised plaintively.
“She is wrestler. Not me,” Yuko pleads, throwing her Invader under the bus, the businesswoman offering the blonde the easier target.
Kane accepts, pulling Seah to unsteady feet, when the younger sibling notices both the state of undress and the dire straits her big sister is in. Leaving a calling card, Moira lifts her right elbow and THUNKS it down into the forehead of the Korean grappler. Sin drops to her knees, dark eyes glassy. She settles on her haunches, flaccid, the only thing keeping her up, Moira’s fingers entwined in her dark mop.
“Ye jus’ won the Irish Sweepstakes, scragger,” Kane growls, lifting a raised knee into Seah’s chin and laying out the Little Dragon in a spreadeagle right in front of Yuko’s patent leather pumps.
Inside, a busy Reiko is straddling Maeve’s waist. Facing forward, she swabs Kane’s hulking targets generously, sweeping hooks into each bared jugg. The wincing redhead encases her gurls in swaddling arms before Ohno rips the covering off and supplies another brutal bosom battering.
Yuko’s high-pitched warning serves Ohno well and she catches Moira’s entry out of the corner of an eye. She gives up her prime seating atop the beleaguered Maeve, the Invader backing off and letting a furious Moira reclaim her sister.
“Ye doan even know what ya jus bought yourself,” the blonde barks at Reiko, Ohno apparently understanding to a degree, as she continues to give ground while Kane advances.
With Moira charging, Ohno shoots a thrusting toe kick toward the tawny tummy of the champion, but Kane’s ready and willing, snatching Reiko’s ankle and lifting the leg high, forcing the challenger to hop perilously on her remaining grounded boot.
Before the Japanese grappler can consider an enziguri, Kane tosses the limb to the side violently and forces Reiko into a pirouette. Moira latches onto the former Eurasian champion from behind in a tight, tummy-cinching waistlock.
Ohno has barely a second to pry at Moira’s clasped hands before the incensed blonde lifts Reiko off the deck and forces her into an abbreviated backflip, the Release German Suplex sending the Asian up and over Kane’s shoulders to land on her own (and the back of her skull). The momentum of the toss sends Ohno spilling over to her chest and, luckily for her, within grasping range of Yuko’s tiny hands. The Invasion general wraps both around an ankle and tugs Reiko out under the bottom rope, Ohno joining a blurry-eyed Seah, the Invaders on either side of the malevolent businesswoman.
To the chagrin of some, Maeve’s placed her shamrocks back under cover and is helped to her feet by her younger sibling. A stalemate in place, the crowd gives both teams a well-earned hand before the referee starts his count on both Reiko entering the ring and Moira leaving it.
After some intense private conversation, Yuko sends her ninja sliding in under the ropes, but only after Moira evacuates to her station outside the champions’ corner, leaving a scowling and revenge-seeking redhead waiting for her foe.
Reiko pops to her feet and seems none too eager to engage, but a whistle and a demanding shriek from Ogura sends her forward, looking to tie-up with the elder Kane. Maeve seems ready to respond in kind, but as they connect, the buxom grappler, grabs a wrist of her foe and spins into a tight hammerlock, pressing her gurls tight to Reiko’s shoulderblades while ratcheting up on Ohno’s captured limb.
Reiko rises to tiptoes to relieve the pressure, her lids clenching in pain, but she’s not frozen from her aching arm and pulls a little do-si-do to exchange positions with the infuriated redhead. The Invader provides some payback on the yipping Kane. But the situation quickly reverses again, the Irish lass slipping out of the chickenwing and rotating around the Asian beauty, this time strapping a full nelson around the arms and neck of the devious Invader.
Not taking any chances, Maeve doesn’t give the challenger enough time for another reversal, launching Reiko into the sky and THUMPING her into the deck with a ring-rattling Full Nelson Slam.
Full Nelson Slam (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8i8w1lKYpTg )
The dazed Reiko’s golden-skinned frame spreads into a starfish from the impact and the way to a pin by Maeve is free and clear. But instead, she plucks an ankle off the feet and spins around the limb, flipping Ohno to her chest in the process. Wrapping both forearms around the joint in a classic ankle lock, the busty redhead works over the joint with gusto, drawing howls from a thrashing Reiko and squeals from a worried Yuko.
Ogura climbs to the apron, grabbing the top cable and jumping up and down in a tantrum. The ref tries to ignore the apoplectic executive but finally he’s forced to turn his attention and demand Yuko return to the floor. The striped-shirt is not the only one who’s had enough. Moira slips through cables and charges, whizzing past the official and ramming a forearm into Ogura’s noggin, sending her flying to the floor below.
In the confusion, while Yuko takes one for the team, Seah slips into the squared circle and lays a superkick into Maeve’s temple, ending the redhead’s torturous twisting abruptly. As Kane melts to her haunches and tumbles to her side, a relieved Reiko wants nothing to do with remaining legal. As Sin scrambles under the ropes to keep herself above reproach, Ohno limps after, inside the ring, the two Asians meeting in the Invasion corner for a hand-off.
Turning to see a dazed Maeve on hands and knees, Moira realizes she got got and threatens retribution, but the official guides her back to the champions’ side, leaving the newly tagged Seah to take over on the curvy Irishwoman.
The tiny Korean catches Kane just as she reaches her feet. Lacing her right leg around Maeve’s, the women headed in opposite directions, Seah lays out and PLANTS Kane’s face into the deck with a snappy Reverse Russian Leg Sweep.
Seah rolls atop the face down Kane, driving her knee caps into Maeve’s shoulderblades. The Korean grappler laces her fingers and slips the cupped hands under Maeve’s chin.
The Little Dragon reeeefs back with her grip, drawing Maeve’s head and torso with her in a nasty chinlock. Maeve’s already stretched and slightly misplaced emerald spandex fails again, the redhead’s gurls popping free when the diminutive but savage Invader forces Kane’s spine to arch further and further.
Maeve again creates a hell of a show courtesy Seah’s backbreaking toil and a smirking Yuko turns to the crowd, pointing over her shoulder and chuckling.
“My Invasion will humiliate and then they will destroy!”
The Kane contingent among the fans...and truth be told, they outnumber Asia-addicts by a considerable number...see their hopes, which had just so recently been raised, sink low again. Some feel a sense of shock, as not a man nor woman among them can ever recall having seen the Kane siblings so nearly-dominated as they are tonight, not even against They Who Must Not Be Named (known as Scandalous to the rest of the world). Silently, each prays for a miracle.
Moira Kane, firmly adhering to the tenet that the Lord helps those who help themselves, has decided that enough is enough. Risking disqualification, she suddenly jumps through the ropes and charges at Seah, slamming her knee into the base of the Korean's skull. A starfield explodes in Sin's eyeballs, and she flops limply to her side, releasing her hold on the Irish redhead.
The referee howls a command for Kane the Younger to vacate the ring, and she immediately does so. But her suspicion was correct: given the audacity of the Asian Invasion's pre-match rulebreaking, the zebra was willing to grant the Kanes some tiny bit of leeway to help balance the scales a bit. Having played that 'Get Out of Jail Free' card, Moira knows she won't get such an opportunity again, so now all she can do is hope that Maeve can make the most of her reprieve.
Groaning, the elder sister has begun dragging herself slowly across the canvas toward her waiting sibling in the corner. Likewise, the dazed Seah has started to claw her way back to her own partner. It becomes a contest as both struggle to be the first to reach salvation. Finally, each straining her arm as far as she can, the Kane lasses brush fingertips. Seah does the same with Reiko mere moments later, but even as Ohno bursts between the ropes, Moira Kane is already racing across the ring toward her, and she lands a forearm smash to the chest that slams the Asian into the corner, her arms draped over the top ropes.
Knowing full well she's running on whatever few drops of petrol she still has in the tank, the blonde Kane unleashes a torrent of chops to her opponent, leaving Reiko's almond-shaped eyes glassy and her jaw slack, as her chest bears the imprint of her adversary's hand...and doubtless will for several more days to come. Ogura is shrieking at ringside...at Ohno, at Kane, at the referee, and even at Sin, who kneels in a battered heap on the ring apron.
Pulling the dazed Asian from the corner, Moira Irish whips her to the ropes, and as Reiko bounds off them and hurtles haplessly back toward her foe, the blonde Riuil unleashes a superkick to Ohno's jaw. The impact snaps her head back violently, but she does not fall. Instead, she sways with uncertainty on trembling legs, her vacant eyes broadcasting that, at least for the moment, no one is home. Moira gives a satisfied half-grin, and decides to end this.
She races to the ropes, using them to build momentum for what will be a clothesline that might very well separate Ohno's head from her shoulders, and will most certainly lay her out for a quick pin count; the referee already crouches a bit in anticipation for diving to his knees to slap the canvas.
The Kanes have proven that they have what it takes to not only win championship gold, but retain it. They've taken a hellacious pounding, but managed to endure, and now once again they will be rewarded with the victory laurel. Indeed, the Kanes have it all...talent, drive, experience, endurance.
But what they don't have is a third person at ringside watching out for their interests.
Just as Moira bounces off of the rubber coated steel cables, Yuko's hand sweeps in under the ropes, catching Kane’s right foot, sending the startled blonde keeling forward, all of the momentum she’s built up erupting into the face plant she makes into the canvas-covered plywood. And there she lies, face down, emitting a low, slow moan, her anile left foot kicking listlessly at the mat. Meantime, Ohno shakes her head and begins to come out of her stupor.
As the race to make the tag developed so now the race to reach vertical emerges between Reiko and Moira. This time it’s the Invader with the slight edge and she springs toward Kane, leaping into a spinning roundhouse kick that cracks the blonde in the temple.
Spinning Roundhouse
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2owUv3qSIk )
Moira is splattered to the canvas, timbering to a face down landing. A shrieking Yuko makes sure her ninja knows what to do the second she fully regains her balance. Ohno drops to the mat and rolls the Riul to her back, collapsing her frame atop in a crossbody pin. Reiko hooks the far leg of the semiconscious champ for good measure, picking up the…
ONE…
TWO…
…and from nowhere, a fully-covered Maeve makes the save, ramming a double axhandle between Ohno’s shoulderblades. Reiko arches in pain and rolls off the stirring Moira.
The redhead collects the Invader by a wrist, yanks her up, and bullies her into the ropes, disregarding the plea of the official whose unofficially lost control of this tag tilt. Kane heaves Reiko with an Irish whip and follows to the middle, waiting for her foe’s return.
Sliding down from her corner, the Little Dragon makes the unobtrusive tag on Ohno’s shoulder as Reiko bounds back toward the Irish roadblock. Maeve buries a toe kick deep into the golden-skinned gut of the Invader, stopping Reiko dead in her tracks. Draping an arm across the back of Ohno’s neck with her left arm while cradling the Japanese grappler’s left knee with her right, the elder Kane launches Reiko heavenward and drops the ninja on her head and neck with a brutal fisherman buster.
Fisherman buster
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1QW6iUIt56U )
Acting on instinct, Maeve pops to her feet, grabs Reiko’s stilled legs and begins to knot them with her own in a familiar figure, Kane pulling out her Four Leaf Clover.
Ohno squeals in agony when Maeve secures her finisher. Meanwhile, Moira uses the closest buckles to pull to her feet. She turns and leans into the corner, watching in confusion as her sister seems ready to bring another successful defense to a conclusion.
As a howling Reiko tries to hold out for pride alone, the referee waves off any thought the timekeeper has about calling the match. He tries desperately to break the leglock.
“Moira’s legal!” he shouts at the rampaging redhead. “Moira’s legal!”
The words are failing to register with the twice exposed, enraged Maeve, but they are already well known to the Invasion’s deceitful manager. Hopping to the apron behind Moira, Yuko reaches her right hand around Kane’s head and swipes her talons across the blonde’s eyes.
A blinded and yelping Moira gets a ‘helping’ pair of hands courtesy a shove from the tiny businesswoman. Kane staggers sightless toward center stage where she’s met by the legal Sin.
Seah, on the run, leaps toward Moira, her extended if abbreviated lower limbs leading the way. The legs snap shut around Kane’s noggin and she flips the younger sibling to the deck with a flying headscissors.
With Moira’s reddened eyes working only on a rudimentary level and her bearings lost from the flip, Seah completes her Dragon’s Wings by maneuvering Kane to her knees, locking in an ingenious Romero stretch/dragon sleeper combination, apparently a new and improved version of her Dragon’s Wings.
Dragon’s Wings
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vH5nS1OLQrY )
Realizing he’s not reaching the rabid Maeve and that the legal participants are also locked in a tightly secured submission, the ref leaves Reiko to suffer and Maeve to rave.
A few feet away, Moira can’t pry her way free from Sin’s grip and her arms reach upward, waving weakly as Seah expertly cuts off the blood flow to the blonde’s brain.
Finally, the zealous Maeve sees the dueling submission out of the corner of a wide emerald eye. She notices the official is asking Moira if she wants to quit instead of the balling Reiko and instantly the busty redhead unknots herself from Ohno, rising to break the Korean’s road to victory.
It’s then the Invasion’s pocket-sized manager shows she’s learned a little physicality in the over a decade she’s managed her Invaders. Having entered the ring with the ref’s attention on giving Moira her options, Yuko sprints into a dropkick to the jaw of the rising Maeve. It’s a surprisingly deft effort and the startled auburn-haired grappler is left staring blankly at the rafters after spinning to the deck.
While no knockout blow, Ogura’s effort gives Seah yet more time to spread her Dragon’s Wings and, despite the pleas of the FAWNatics, Moira fades, her arms finally flopping lifeless to her sides.
The official raises the limb once and, when it drops like dead weight, it’s enough for him. He gestures for the bell. The ring announcer is quick to comply with the striped-shirt’s call.
“Your winners and NEW tag team champions…Reiko Ohno, Seah Sin…the Asian Invasion!”
Seah slowly releases the flaccid Moira, tossing her body toward the seated Maeve. The disheartened redhead passes on tearing apart anyone she can get her hands on to cradle her semiconscious sibling.
The crowd showers the ring with jeers and the volume only increases when the official hands over the gold to Miss Ogura. Holding the belts for safekeeping for her team, the devious executive ushers her champions to the middle, Ogura standing between. She has her troops grab her wrists and lift her arms and, by extension, the belts high.
When the Invaders break from their money shot, the wrestlers are allowed to possess the belts and Yuko calls for a microphone. The stick is quickly delivered.
“You will learn. Yes. Even you stupid Americans will learn. What I say is the truth. My Invaders are champions. And since you treat us so badly, we WILL be taking the tag titles back to Japan.”
“THE HELL YOU WILL.”
The authoritative and amplified voice of FAWN’s Commissioner interrupts that of its most cunning manager.
As one, the crowd and the Invaders turn to the upper stage to witness the arrival of the organization’s boss lady. Stick in hand she stands center stage in a flawless gun metal gray suit and skirt.
BETHANY CHRISTIAN:
“Let me assure you Yuko, you will never again abscond with FAWN gold to do with what you please across the Pacific Ocean. No. You will in fact be defending those belts at FAWNAMANIA.”
The crowd gives its loud approval to that news.
“In fact,” Bethany continues, “since you cannot seem to keep yourself from interfering AND you showed a pretty healthy dropkick, you will be not only be a manager at those festivities, but you will be a wrestler in a THREE-ON-THREE MATCH.”
The FAWNatics lose their collective shyt, surmising what Christian’s emphasis on the numeral means.
“And yes…your first defense will be against Pandora, Adrianna Papadopolous and Ashley Locke…THE THREE! Good luck with that.”
Bethany drops the mic literally and walks off the stage. As the dejected Kanes struggle arm in arm up the ramp, in the ring, the victors and title holders now seem nearly as unhappy. Yuko bounces around the ring, screeching violently in both English and Japanese in utter disbelief that not only will her Ninja and Little Dragon need to beat the Amazons but she…SHE…will be a participant.
Yuko wails incoherently, tugging at her ebony locks. Her champions try to calm her but it’s useless. They do get her out of the ring and the trio strides up the aisle to the sound of the FAWNatics’ chant.
“THE THREE IS GONNA KILL YOU! THE THREE IS GONNA KILL YOU!”
Yuko muffs her ears and screams ‘NO…NO…NO’ as she and her charges disappear behind the curtain.