Post by hawkeye on Dec 7, 2017 0:35:18 GMT
A trio of spotlights knife through the gloom, all merging at the head of the ramp. Simultaneous with this, the mournful tolling of a bell and plaintive guitar riff that mark the opening moments of AC/DC’s “Hell’s Bells” roil through the stadium’s speakers. The curtains part, and suddenly hell is unleashed.
It had been far too long, in the estimation of many of the assembled fans, since these two women had stepped side-by-side into the ring. The blame for that lay with the demands of their highly successful singles careers. But tonight…tonight, Cynthia Mitchell and Ivy Armstrong unite.
CYNTHIA MITCHELL
IVY ARMSTRONG
For tonight’s contest, Armstrong wears a lycra and lace one-piece, black at the bottom, up the front, and on the trim, while the rest is scarlet satin. Her hands wear fingerless black lace gloves, although her feet, as before, are bare. Her fiery hair, which usually hangs wild and loose, is now teased up in a manner that suggests both sophistication and tempestuousness.
Alongside her, Mitchell is adorned with her own lycra and leather one piece, only rather than red and black, Mitchell's replaces the red with purple. Also, like Ivy, she wears fingerless black lace gloves. And, also like Ivy, Cynthia has discarded her boots, opting just as her partner always has to wrestle barefoot. Apart from the difference in color schemes, Cynthia also wears a black lace garter belt, the clasps left hanging empty down her thighs with no stockings to support.
The second generation starlets strut down the aisleway, basking in the adoration of their fans. They ignore the jeers and catcalls from the Invasion's partisans, but reward those who fervently cheer them with winks and blown kisses from their ruby-painted lips.
Thus fortified by such support, the Hellions make their way to the ring in an atmosphere of supreme self-confidence, their mouths twisted into small, smug crooked grins, their black-rimmed eyes now viper slits. The eyes of every man…and more than a few women, too…were riveted upon them, feasting upon their forbidden beauty, drinking in their gloriousness. Ivy and Cyn knew this…felt it in the air like an electric charge…and it invigorated them.
THIS was their calling. THIS was their gift. THIS was their destiny. And woe be to their unfortunate opponents on this night….
Climbing up to the ring apron, each Hellion enters the ring in her own inimitable style. For Cynthia, this means bending over and stepping between the ropes slooooooowly, so as to give the appreciative crowd behind her a healthy display of her fabled backside. As for Ivy, she leans back against the ropes, then does a backward flip over them, one of the best pairs of legs in the sport on full outstretched display as she slowly does a 360 degree arc into the ring.
Having made their entrance, the duo moves to its corner, snorting at the thought of the Invasion’s second string as champions. The Hellions had never tasted tag championship gold together before, but tonight they rectify that oversight, and write a new chapter in their fabled story.
The Rising Sun flag supplants the FAWN logo on the FAWNtron, red sunbeams flowing out of a red disc. The crowd explodes with a shower of boos, the sound increasing when familiar oriental music signals the Invasion is about to take a beachhead.
Not waiting for the invaders from the Pacific Rim to show themselves, the crowd shows their disdain for the despised army from the East. The arena speakers herald the B-team no longer, when Euphoria’s Valentine Jealousy courses through the sound system. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVzfpD-xyqY )
Two shadowy figures in sweeping red satin robes appear, followed closely behind by the Invasion’s ever-present general/mogul Miss Yuko Ogura.
Japanese cuneiform emerges from the red disc on the tron, 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 showing a unified front with their attire. Most important of all are their complementary gaudy gold belts, signifying their champion status. Each is laid over a shoulder of the women who had laid both the Kanes and The Three low, though the latter under various dubious circumstances.
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.
The women are beaming and share a delighted bow toward each other. They move down the ramp, as the PA blares to life.
“And their opponents, accompanied by their manager Yuko Ogura…”
The crowd tests 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.”
REIKO OHNO
SEAH SIN
YUKO OGURA
The evil executive leads her forces to the ring, avoiding contact with the forest of waving 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, while she ascends the steps and enters with a shiteating grin firmly in place.
With the second-generation superstars in their corner, looking far from intimidated, Ohno and Sin reach the canvas 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.
“Do you now understand who the REAL THREE are?”
Orlando’s great unwashed jeer Ogura with every bit of their lung power.
Yuko signals for her Invaders to enter. Reiko and Seah bend their way through the ropes and move to their general, the Japanese crew congregating in the middle of the ring.
“My Samurai and my Little Dragon defeated those pitiful drunken Irishwomen and then they and I beat the unbeatable Amazons. Tonight, I take the night off after kicking Pandora’s ass and watch as FAWN’s leftovers are served to my Invasion.”
The FAWNatics don’t care for the legends being referred to in such a manner, but Yuko is far from concerned with the crowd and the Hellions.
“My Invasion will tear these women limb from limb and send them back to their pathetic mothers wondering what went wrong.”
Ogura drops the 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, Reiko and Seah hand over their gold and the three Invaders huddle, occasionally turning an eye toward Ivy and Cynthia.
Tonight, it’s the Little Dragon who remains, ready to start the match for the title holders, Reiko and Ogura taking their place on the sidelines.
On the opposite side of the ring, the Hellions quietly confer. Then with a double high five, Armstrong steps between the ropes, leaving her partner to start off the match with the canny Korean. The bell clangs and the two combatants briskly begin to circle one another; as the space between them dwindles, they bring their hands up and then they lunge into one another for a standard lock-up.
Their lithe bodies strain against one another, but although Seah proves deceptively powerful, her adversary's height advantage rather quickly allows the North Carolina native to push the Asian backward. Rather that fight it, Sin lets herself be pressed to the ropes, where the ref orders a break. Cynthia complies cleanly and takes a few steps back, cautiously awaiting her opponent's next move. Seah opts, surprisingly for many spectators, for another lock-up, apparently expecting the outcome to be different; actually, that's exactly what she expects, because after a long moment of struggle, she suddenly grasps Mitchell's left wrist and twists her limb with a wristlock. However, mere moments pass before Cynthia is able to reverse it, and now it's the Korean whose shoulder is painfully torqued.
Cheered on from ringside by Ogura, Sin manages to slowly turn the tide, and she is on the verge of reversing the hold entirely. But suddenly the chestnut-haired Hellion deftly pirouettes her body, and to Seah's shock...the look on her face makes it plain she isn't entirely sure what just happened...she finds her own left arm now jacked up between her shoulder blades with a hammerlock. "My sister and I were practicing arm locks when I was still in first grade, sweetie," the dynastic daughter smirks. Whimpering, Seah slaps her wrenched shoulder, trying to numb the pain a bit. All efforts to try and pull free meet with failure, as do her efforts to try and grasp the ropes with her free hand...they're simply too far away. Yuko stands in uncharacteristic inscrutable silence outside the ring, awaiting to see how her Little Dragon fares. For well over a minute she doesn't fare well, as Mitchell keeps the hammerlock in place, quite happy with the prospect of driving her opponent to submit to this in due time. However, success breeds complacency, and Cynthia leans her head closer to that of her foe in order to share more taunts...and that's precisely the opportunity which Sin was waiting for.
Even as the Hellion opens her mouth to draw a breath in order to speak, Seah's right hand flashes up, her first two fingers extended, she pokes Cynthia in the eyes! The brunette shrieks, releasing her hold and staggering backward, hands furiously rubbing her eyes to clear them. "No eye pokes!" the referee growls as the Invader, who coyly smiles, shrugs her shoulders and, in a blatant falsehood, says, "So solly, no speak-ee English!" As Cynthia's vision finally clears, Sin steps up to her and cruelly repeats the poke! Sports recaps will come to call this segment of the match 'Seah Sin's Tribute to Roddy Piper', as again and again the Korean titleholder jabs her fingertips at her shrieking challenger's blue eyes, leaving them glazed and watery and her vision badly blurred. From the Hellions corner Ivy roars at the official, warning him that if he didn't start doing his job, she'd come in there and do it for him.
Finally, after repeated threats, the referee growls at Sin in a tone that makes it clear this is no empty threat, "If you eye poke her one more time, I'll disqualify you and call the match." Flippantly, Seah snorts, "So what? We'll still keep the belts." Then, his eyes narrowing and his voice dropping lower, the official says in an almost conspiratorial tone, "Getting DQ'd in the first four minutes of a pay-per-view title match? You really think that won't piss off Bethany enough that she'll find a legal reason to strip you two of the belts?" Dawn breaks on Marblehead as her eyes widen with the sudden realization of knowledge. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" is her response. "Fine then, we'll do this the other way."
"Just keep it clean," the zebra replies, rolling his own eyes at the waste of breath. But then, with a half-grin, he says, "By the way, your English has grown impeccable in the last sixty seconds." Seah scrunches up her face and sticks her tongue out at him, and then turns her attention to her still-stunned, half-blinded adversary. An Irish whip sends Cynthia's spine smashing into the turnbuckle, and Sin instantly follows up with a flying kneelift to the chin, snapping Mitchell's head back. Jumping up on the bottom rope and holding the top strand for stability, the Korean then pistons ten fast knees into the side of Cyn's face. The brunette's body slumps, remaining upright only by virtue of her arms slung over the top cables. Seah turns to face the protesting referee, who warns her to get out of the corner. Suddenly her English skills evaporate as she shouts back at him in her native tongue, while simultaneously throwing her right elbow back five times, each blow hammering into her victim's jaw. A monkey flip removes the badly dazed Hellion from the corner and deposits her flat on her back on the canvas; the Invader throws herself atop her, hooks a leg, and goes for the pin. The official drops to the mat and starts to slap his hand down.
ONE...
TWO...
THR...NO! KICKOUT!
Seah, on her haunches next to the stubborn Hellion, turns to stare down the man in stripes, shaking her head. There’s no reason to raise her voice as Yuko’s already beaten her to it, deriding the official and claiming favoritism toward Mitchell and Armstrong.
“Do you have Confederate flag bumper sticker on pick-up truck?” Ogura asks the man.
The ref doesn’t respond to the charge, holding two fingers aloft in a non-denial denial.
While the General of the Invasion points accusingly, Sin hauls up a wobbly Mitchell and rocks her with a less-than-aptly named European Uppercut. The Little Dragon leaps into another that puts Cynthia in a full stagger, the Carolina grappler flopping back-first into a neutral corner, arms draping over either side to keep her upright.
Seah steps in close and lands a wicked backhand chop that echoes through the arena, the FAWNatics ‘woooing’ out of instinct. Cynthia’s body is sent leaning over the top buckle from the force of the blow and when the ivory-skinned legacy returns to the canvas, Seah lifts a pair of knife-edges high, ready to bring them down in a couple Mongolian chops.
They shoot toward either nape of Mitchell’s neck when Cynthia’s hands rise and encircle both of Seah’s wrists on the way down. The confused Invader’s dark eyes widen in disbelief as Cynthia starts pushing her foe’s arms higher. A shrieking Yuko shouts something in her mother tongue and Seah responds with a headbutt to the bridge of Mitchell’s nose that ends her nascent comeback.
Looking as much relieved as angry, Seah grabs a wrist of Cynthia’s and shoots her down the length of the ring, Mitchell hitting in the home of the Invasion where an arm from Ohno quickly curls around her collar. Trapped, Mitchell squirms for freedom as Seah charges, but she can’t escape before the leaping Korean SPLASHES the second generation star with a tiny tsunami of golden-brown goodness.
Cynthia wilts from the impact but Reiko keeps Mitchell on her feet with enveloping arms as Seah tags the shoulder of Yuko’s ninja. Ohno slides into the ring while Seah shoves a supporting arm under the chin of the rattled brunette. Noticeably, particularly to a certain redhead from Alabama, the Korean doesn’t remove herself as Ohno enters. In fact, each Invader controls a wrist of the blue-eyed brunette, the partners walk Mitchell halfway down the ropes before whipping her away with a dual toss.
Cynthia races to the opposite strands, turning into a rebound off the cables. The champs wait for the return of the Cynful One. They dip slightly, each catching the Carolina Cutie around a hip and shooting her HIGH into the sky with a back body drop that nearly has the FAWN veteran scraping the rafters. The landing is a loud and painful one, Mitchell landing hard on her spinal column. She twists into a pained arch, a hand shooting to her lower backbone as the Asians share a bow toward each other, then their leader, the businesswoman/manager motioning them to continue to tear Cynthia limb from limb.
Unable to take any more of the ref’s futility in getting Seah out of the squared circle, Ivy slips through the cables and advances, only to be cut off by the official, the man wrapping his arms around Armstrong’s alabaster midriff and pushing her back the way she’d come.
The Invaders hardly need to be told by Yuko what to do with the referee’s head turned. Instantly, they climb aboard the brunette, Mitchell having rolled to her chest. Seah takes Cynthia’s top half, crouching over her, facing forward, securing a camel clutch grip that has Mitchell’s face twisted in pain. But it only goes from bad to worse when Reiko snatches both her ankles and adds a Boston Crab, Cynthia turned from a painful ‘C’ shape to an agonizing ‘U’.
Yuko provides a dignified golf clap for her charges as the FAWNatics scream at the official to turn. With a frantic Ivy finally exiting, Ogura calls for Sin to release her half of the awe-inspiring torture. Seah obediently lets loose and heads for the Invasion corner, slipping through the cables as the zebra turns to see Ohno trying to touch Mitchell’s boot tips to the crown of her head.
With tears welling, the Hellion shakes her head when the ref gives her a way out, Mitchell perhaps inspired by the chant “PLEASE…DON’T…TAP”.
Yuko, on the other hand, turns to the crowd, irate.
“Shut your mouths,” she demands. “You will only end her career with your foolish wishes.”
Ohno, apparently tiring of Mitchell’s unwillingness to surrender to the Crab, lifts the brunette’s left leg higher and THROWS it to the canvas, Mitchell’s knee bouncing off the thinly-covered plywood. A yelping Cyn pulls the limb close.
The Invader hovers over the reeling Mitchell. She reaches down to regain control when the brunette shoots an open palm upward to craaack against Reiko’s cheek. Ohno’s head is on a swivel for a moment, but she returns with a fury. Reiko dips and scoops a slowly rising Mitchell off her feet and onto a shoulder. But it’s only for a moment as, instead of slamming Cyn back down, Ohno sits out and DRIVES Cynthia’s skull into the canvas Michonoku-style
Michonoku Driver (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTQN0IewCUc ) @ 2:08
Ohno pivots to a crossbody pin and a humiliatingly loss for the overwhelmed Hellions as Reiko splays across the demolished Mitchell for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Cynthia throws a shoulder up, if not entirely convincingly. Still, it’s enough for Ivy to offer her hearty applause and hopeful pleas to make it to Hell’s corner.
As the Invasion’s furious manager shrieks at the official for his slow count, Reiko tugs a jellied Cynthia up to vertical to incur yet more of her wrath. Instantly, Mitchell’s arms shoot up, hands curling behind the noggin of the ninja. Wedging the crown of her skull to the chin of the Invader, Cynthia drops to her knee. The jawbreaker sends Ohno’s braincase whiplashing in the opposite direction, Reiko walking in fencepost holes as she tries to regain her balance.
While Ohno tries to find her bearings, the assembled beseech Mitchell to get to her partner. On one knee and still stunned, Cynthia shakes out some cobwebs, wasting valuable time. Finally, she rises and turns, only to be grabbed from behind, Reiko’s snapping fingers biting into her right shoulder. The second-gen superstar is forced to spin toward the Asian, but Cynthia brings a good old-fashioned Carolina right cross with her that THUMPS into Reiko’s jaw and drops the Yokohama native to one knee.
Deciding not to push her rare advantage, Mitchell turns and wobbles toward the beckoning Armstrong. She slaps hands with the fiery redhead two steps ahead of the charging Ohno. Instead of immediately entering, Armstrong grabs the middle ropes and throws a shoulder through, spearing Reiko’s golden midriff. Though not a full gore, it’s enough to send a bug-eyed Reiko backpedaling, an arm swaddling around her waist, Yuko screaming in her ear.
The call for retreat from her manager not registering, as Ohno is more concerned about drawing in deep breaths, Reiko also doesn’t notice the entrance of the revved and ready redhead. Ivy charges to her slightly doubled foe and RAMS a roundhouse kick into Reiko’s temple.
Roundhouse Kick (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSAM_1SuZOQ )
Ohno spins in a pirouette from the force of the blow, but manages to remain upright. The result seems to suit Armstrong fine as she snatches the right wrist of the Japanese grappler, bending the limb back, clear of Reiko’s chest. In the blink of an eye, Ivy fires her specialty into the Asian’s bloodpumper, Armstrong CRASHING a blistering heart punch into the inner left bosom of her foe.
As Yuko screams in anxiety, Reiko’s eyelids flutter. She drops to her haunches, shuddering from the defibrillating impact the Bama Slamma had delivered. With her foe timbering to her side, her dark peepers rolling white, Ivy dips to cover but sees a flash out of the corner of her eye.
It’s Yuko’s Little Dragon, Seah, racing with double axhandle high to break up any chance Armstrong might have for a pin and a win. Unfortunately, with arms raised, Seah can’t adjust when the redhead presents ANOTHER heartstopper to Sin. The balled fist THUMPS into the cleft of the Korean’s breasts and sends her atrium is skipping a beat. Seah’s jaw falls, her eyes going glassy and the Little Dragon drops like Smaug, splatting to the canvas on her back, ending in a wide starfish.
With the FAWNatics going crazy for Ivy’s cardiac surgery on both Invaders, they fail to notice Yuko sneaking through the cables, approaching with a clothesline from Armstrong’s six. Apparently with managerial radar installed, the FAWN veteran spins with her fist ready to stop Ogura as well. However, the slippery Yuko faints to the canvas before Ivy can connect and butt scoots her way out to the roar of the crowd.
With both Reiko and Seah in cardiac recovery, Ivy motions to the FAWNatics, wanting to know who should receive the next shot in a double-barreled beatdown.
Then the redhead opts for a bit of mischief; she grabs Seah's wrist and pulls her alongside her equally dazed partner. The Southern Siren then drops down between them, pressing a palm in the dappled cleavage of both Asians, and doing push-ups as she simultaneously pins the both of them! The referee seems confounded for a moment, but then tells Ivy that she can't pin Sin, as she's not the legal combatant in the ring. Armstrong pouts with an exaggerated lower lip, and picks herself up.
A couple of kicks to Seah's petite body sets her rolling away, leaving Reiko as the sole object of the Hellion's attention. Yuko's ninja has already begun to rouse herself, and the redhead helps peel her up off of the mat with a handful of jet black hair. Ivy then scoops Ohno up with both hands and pirouettes for what at first blush appears to be a bodyslam...but then the Southern Slammer drops to one knee, slamming the Japanese beauty's spine agonizingly across it with a backbreaker. From ringside, Yuko covers her eyes to avoid having to see the impact, and then she screeches at the referee to break up what appears solely to her as an illegal tactic.
One palm pressed to her thigh of her victim, the other on her chin, and Ivy gives a wry half-smile as Reiko hisses curses at her in Japanese. "Whatyasay, Ohno...wanna give?" the ref inquires, but as the last syllable leaves his mouth, the she-shogun at ringside growls, "No, she does not! She will never submit! Do not insult her by asking again!" It's debatable whether the embattled Invader might consider otherwise, but with her manager drawing a line in the sand, she knows she has no choice but to heed it.
But as enduring this agony is hardly an acceptable option, Reiko makes a desperation play: reaching up with her right hand, her nails rake at the air until they scratch across the redhead's eyes, drawing a sharp yelp from Armstrong, and causing her to pull her hands away from her adversary's body. Now no longer being pushed in a direction contrary to her spinal column, Ohno swings her right leg up, her shin smashing into the side of the American's head, knocking her to her back with a moan.
Rolling off of the momentarily stunned Hellion, the ninja looks to her corner, but instead of salvation she sees Seah still in the ring, only now coming out of her daze, and in no condition yet to fight. Thus, despite the pain that still wracks her body, Ohno realizes she has to continue the battle herself, at least for now.
With a groan, Ivy starts to sit up. With no time left to lose, Reiko lunges at her, driving a headbutt squarely into the redhead's groin. Not garbed in her trademarked denim for this match, Armstrong lacks even that small amount of protection, and she takes the full brunt of the blow, causing her to yowl in pain. And before she can even think to somehow get away from her attacker, Ivy feels Ohno's hands grasping her legs and tucking them under her own arms, and then the Asian assassin's boot slamming into her still-throbbing womanhood and grinding in hard. The sound that rips from the Alabama girl's throat is part howl, part yodel, and brings a chill to the ears of the crowd. Yuko smiles and claps, and instructs her wrestler, "Ruin her for all men!"
In desperation, Armstrong reaches above her head to the tantalizingly near ropes, stretching her lithe body for all she can until at last she can hook her fingers around the bottom cable. The official calls for a break, and somewhat surprisingly Ohno does no immediately. But as she jumps to her feet she gets into the zebra's face and starts arguing in Japanese. Thus distracted, the referee does not see Ogura slide under the ropes on her belly like a viper, and then snake an arm around Ivy's throat to strangle her.
A roar of indignation erupts from the crowd; Sin, now back in her corner, adds to the cacaphony by shouting at the ref. All of this results in him not noticing at first that Cynthia is frantically calling out to him from her corner, anxious for him to turn and see the transgression. Meanwhile, purple-faced, Armstrong's bare feet kick at the canvas as the manager continues to choke her with expert effort. Unable to bear witness to this travesty any longer Mitchell darts through the ropes and beelines toward her partner...only to be intercepted by the ref, how bodily holds her back and starts to muscle her to the opposite side of the ring. Finally she realizes the futility of intervention and she returns to her place on the apron, and only then does the zebra turn around...to find nothing amiss, as the sinister Yuko had slid out of the ring mere moments before, leaving the dazed and gasping American flat on her back.
Her own aches melt away as adrenalin courses through Reiko's veins. She saunters over to her opponent and contemptuously pushes her over onto her belly with the toe of her boot. Standing in a straddle over Armstrong's waist, the Asian bends down and grabs a handful of scarlet tresses, lifting the mewling American's upper body off of the mat. With a boot placed between Ivy's shoulder blades, Ohno then smashes her face first into the mat with a curb stomp.
Next, she hauls the redhead's limp body up and Ohno pulls her over her shoulders for an Atlantida Backbreaker, but first she carries her whining cargo closer to the Hellions' corner so that Mitchell, murder in her eyes, can better observe her partner's destruction. Then in a blur of motion Reiko suddenly drops to her knees, Armstrong letting out a cry of anguish as her spine takes the full impact. Released, she puddles to the canvas, and the Invader rolls her over and languidly hooks a leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOO!
A run-in by Cynthia drags Ohno off of her victim and breaks the pinfall. Reiko immediately jumps up to her feet and she and the brunette begin trading blows. The referee tries to break them up, but his attention is divided between them and the intruding Seah, who takes advantage of the chaos to also enter the ring and deliver some payback to the still-prone Ivy, courtesy of some boot stomps to the midriff.
The battle between Ohno and Mitchell stalemates as they keep hammering away with fists, but things look bleak for Armstrong as Sin hauls her up from the mat and Irish whips her to the ropes; the 'Bama Slamma bounds off of them and comes rushing back toward her diminutive adversary, who reading her right arm for a smash across the alabaster throat of the redhead. However, much to the Korean's surprise, Ivy manages to duck under the swinging limb; halting on a veritable dime, the Hellion whirls around as the confused Asian starts to turn toward her, and Ivy unleashes a standing dropkick that sends Seah skidding across the canvas. Suddenly recalling her illegal status within the confines of the ring, Sin, finds good reason to roll under the ropes and seek solace from her manager.
Meantime, an enraged Cyn is gaining the advantage over Reiko in their slugfest, and when Ogura calls for her ninja, Ohno likewise sees the wisdom in a temporary retreat, and she also swiftly rolls out of the ring. On the floor, the three Asians privately confer; some of the more sharp-eyed fans believe they see Yuko pass each of them small packets of...something.
Both Hellions are flushed with fury as they demand that the Invaders return to the ring. The referee shrugs his shoulders; if this is going to turn into a two-on-two brawl, well, that makes for good television, and he decides to allow it. The Asians walk to opposites sides of the ring and cautiously climb up onto the aprons, never taking their eyes off of the Hellions, in center ring with their backs to one another and their fists up and ready, as the slowly step through the ropes. Suddenly with kamikaze howls, Ohno and Sin rush at their opponents, and a slobberknocker brawl ensues. Punches, slaps and kneelifts burst forth like a hurricane of action as the quartet pound away at one another.
Suddenly, as if on some unheard command, the Invaders step back from their adversaries, and each reaches into the cleavage of her togs to withdraw a small velvet bag, and both pouring the contents into the palm of her hand, the actions done so swiftly and subtly that the referee sees nothing. A moment later the Asians hurl the contests of those bags...salt...into the eyes of their opponents. Blinded, the Hellions shriek in fury and panic. Sharp slaps to their faces raise their ire even more, and neither Southerner seems to notice that their adversaries have taken them by the shoulders and spun them around until Ivy and Cynthia are unknowingly facing one another. Quick shoves push them together, and in a miasma of furor, frenzy and confusion, the Hellions unwittingly take each other for enemies, and to the horror of their fans, the still-blinded Armstrong and Mitchell begin hammering away at one another with their fists!
The Invaders, joined by their manager at ringside, laugh uproariously at the spectacle, supremely pleased at their duplicity. Ogura turns to the crowd and bellows, "See how my brilliant Invaders outwit these hayseed simpletons! This is why my ninja and my dragon shall never be defeated, least of all by worthless Americans!"
The laughter finally catches the ears of the blinded Hellions and the balled fists of Ivy and Cynthia turn to seeking open palms. Their hands trail over each other and they seem to see with the digits enough to know they’ve been battering each other. Screaming in unison, each turns away from their partner and, through blurry vision, swing closed fists at outlines and movement. The Invaders easily avoid the wild swings of the challengers.
Delightedly dancing around the teary-eyed Southern Girls, Reiko and Seah sneak in from behind and tap shoulders, hopping away before the spinning Armstrong and Mitchell can find the targets. Another set of swings and misses draws giggling from the Asian grapplers and a high-pitched set of instructions from their manager.
With the official seemingly assenting on the fly to tornado rules, Seah and Reiko choose the gaijin they want to finish, Ohno taking Ivy and the diminutive Korean zeroing in on Cynthia.
Sin creeps toward Cyn, rotating slightly to load up a judo chop to Mitchell’s chest while Reiko goes to her bread and butter, wheeling a spinning roundhouse kick at the redhead’s temple.
Spinning Roundhouse Kick (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2owUv3qSIk )
But as Ohno’s boot sweeps toward a concussive blow on Armstrong, the emerald eyes of Ivy have cleared enough for the alabaster-skinned Slamma to duck under the kick. And when Reiko lands after the miss, Armstrong quickly swings her arms around the ninja’s waist and vaults the champ off the canvas then up and over with a release German Suplex.
Cynthia’s eyesight likewise is a revelation to Seah, her chop skimming over the crown of a ducking Mitchell’s noggin. As both women turn, it’s Cynthia who beats Sin to the punch or, more appropriately, to play the Carolina Blues for the Korean. The ivory-skinned brunette leaps, wrapping her arms around the skull of Yuko’s Little Dragon, and PLANTS Seah into the deck with a blast that would have anyone feeling down and out.
Carolina Blues (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tXjmTPxmUo )
With no one seeming to know who or what is legal, Cynthia dives atop the splayed Seah for the pinfall and gets the…
ONE…
TWO…
Suddenly Sin is skidding across the canvas but not of her own locomotion, the tiny Japanese businesswoman latching onto the ankle of her Little Dragon and pulling Sin free with a second to spare. Yuko drags Seah under the ropes and out, catching the Korean and keeping her upright, Sin draping in Ogura’s arms.
Seeing a two-for-one special on aisle nine, Cynthia takes off for the cables opposite the Invaders. She barrels into a rebound and sprints across the canvas, diving between the top and middle ropes. Unsuspecting, Yuko and Seah take the full brunt of Mitchell’s suicide dive, all three women landing in a jumbled pile of limbs and torsos, the crowd chanting “THIS…IS…AWESOME!”
Inside the squared circle, a dazed Ohno is off the canvas, if barely. She knee-walks to the ropes and leans over the middle set. The positioning of Yuko’s ninja sets Armstrong into motion and she races in from behind on her signature Confederate Railroad.
Confederate Railroad (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85OiY2xoVH4 )
The slam of the crossbody splash hotshots Reiko off the middle rope and she flops to her back at Ivy’s side. The redhead covers for another title reign with the…
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TWO…
Ohno kicks her way free, managing to save herself without the screeching of her silenced manager.
Realizing there’s a three-woman dog pile on the outside with Mitchell atop and wildly pummeling both Invaders below her, Ivy knows it’s her time to close the show and claim the title belts.
Armstrong tugs a reeling Ohno to her feet and lands a toe kick deep into Reiko’s solar plexus. The redhead moves next to the doubled and gasping Invader. She lifts a knee next to the temple of the dazed champion and starts to grasp the far arm of the Japanese grappler to show Reiko ‘Mama Knows Best’.
Mama Knows Best (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJmrOSHMhwI )
But before the Bama Slamma can spin Reiko to her doom, Ohno shakes her arm free and slips it between the Ivy’s planted left and raised right leg. Reiko ‘hups’ the wide-eyed redhead onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
Before Armstrong can counter the counter, the Asian launches Armstrong HIGH over her left shoulder. She drops alongside the plummeting Hellion and PLANTS IVY into the deck with a ring-rattling Yokohama Mama.
Yokohama Mama (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=daAqkUVl6Io )
Ohno passes on the cover of the splattered Ivy, instead grasping both of Armstrong’s infamous stems at the ankles and stepping through. Working quickly, she crosses the ivory gams in a figure four around her left leg then spins a struggling Slamma to her chest. With the second-generation star turned, Reiko collects Ivy’s elbows and lifts her off the canvas in her Ohno Not That scorpion crosslock finisher.
Ohno Not That (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KH-huuE941E )
Locking her hands to secure the double hammerlocks on the elevated Ivy seems to seal the deal.
Outside, Cynthia’s in relative control of her two playmates, but they’re still in a tangled ball. When Mitchell sees her partner’s predicament, she tries to shake loose to save her. Seah and Yuko, noticing the same, clamp down and keep her close. The Carolina Cutie makes the Invaders pay, pounding away, but the Asians refuse to let her free.
Topside, Reiko has the ensnared Ivy howling in pain, each limb folded and trapped within the crouching frame of the Invader. The auburn-haired Armstrong tries to hold on, the ref getting in her face, asking if she wants to give in.
“Give up, pitiful American,” the Invader grunts, deepening further into her crouch and stretching each limb’s ligaments all the farther.
Sweat pours over Ivy’s alabaster face and body, her perfect pearlies gritting, until finally Armstrong’s hand rises ever so slightly and weakly taps against Reiko’s knee, the Slamma signaling she can take no more from the Invader.
Nearly drained herself, Reiko instantly lets the beaten Hellion drop from her grip as the bell tolls, Armstrong collapsing to the canvas just as a tardy Cynthia breaks free from her scrum and slides into the ring.
An unaware Ohno raises her arm high and wide and looks to the sky in celebration. A furious Mitchell drives a toe kick nearly through Reiko’s golden tummy, Ohno bending at the waist, bug-eyed and gasping.
Cynthia tugs the lowered braincase of the champion and victor between her legs, clamping down in a scissors. Knowing she’s on a clock with the recovering Seah and Yuko, Cynthia expertly locks both of Reiko’s arms in underhooks, hops into the air, and DROPS OUT the ninja face-first into the deck, knocking every bit of consciousness out of Ohno.
Drop Out (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvVMztzWNoA )
A point made by the dark-haired Hellion, Cynthia scrambles to the whimpering Ivy and hovers protectively over her partner while Seah does the same for the comatose Reiko. On the outside, Yuko collects the champs’ belts as the announcer makes things official.
“Your winners…by submission…and STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…THE ASIAN INVASION!”
Ogura, not wanting to risk going into the ring, demands Seah pull Reiko’s carcass out on the side nearest the ramp and Sin does as she’s told. Reiko falls into the arms of Yuko and Seah and the trio stumble up the ramp, happy to have survived to celebrate at a later date with their gold.
Inside, Cynthia slowly pulls an aching Ivy to vertical and the Hellions slump against each other to the applause of the FAWNatics, beaten but unbowed.
It had been far too long, in the estimation of many of the assembled fans, since these two women had stepped side-by-side into the ring. The blame for that lay with the demands of their highly successful singles careers. But tonight…tonight, Cynthia Mitchell and Ivy Armstrong unite.
CYNTHIA MITCHELL
IVY ARMSTRONG
For tonight’s contest, Armstrong wears a lycra and lace one-piece, black at the bottom, up the front, and on the trim, while the rest is scarlet satin. Her hands wear fingerless black lace gloves, although her feet, as before, are bare. Her fiery hair, which usually hangs wild and loose, is now teased up in a manner that suggests both sophistication and tempestuousness.
Alongside her, Mitchell is adorned with her own lycra and leather one piece, only rather than red and black, Mitchell's replaces the red with purple. Also, like Ivy, she wears fingerless black lace gloves. And, also like Ivy, Cynthia has discarded her boots, opting just as her partner always has to wrestle barefoot. Apart from the difference in color schemes, Cynthia also wears a black lace garter belt, the clasps left hanging empty down her thighs with no stockings to support.
The second generation starlets strut down the aisleway, basking in the adoration of their fans. They ignore the jeers and catcalls from the Invasion's partisans, but reward those who fervently cheer them with winks and blown kisses from their ruby-painted lips.
Thus fortified by such support, the Hellions make their way to the ring in an atmosphere of supreme self-confidence, their mouths twisted into small, smug crooked grins, their black-rimmed eyes now viper slits. The eyes of every man…and more than a few women, too…were riveted upon them, feasting upon their forbidden beauty, drinking in their gloriousness. Ivy and Cyn knew this…felt it in the air like an electric charge…and it invigorated them.
THIS was their calling. THIS was their gift. THIS was their destiny. And woe be to their unfortunate opponents on this night….
Climbing up to the ring apron, each Hellion enters the ring in her own inimitable style. For Cynthia, this means bending over and stepping between the ropes slooooooowly, so as to give the appreciative crowd behind her a healthy display of her fabled backside. As for Ivy, she leans back against the ropes, then does a backward flip over them, one of the best pairs of legs in the sport on full outstretched display as she slowly does a 360 degree arc into the ring.
Having made their entrance, the duo moves to its corner, snorting at the thought of the Invasion’s second string as champions. The Hellions had never tasted tag championship gold together before, but tonight they rectify that oversight, and write a new chapter in their fabled story.
The Rising Sun flag supplants the FAWN logo on the FAWNtron, red sunbeams flowing out of a red disc. The crowd explodes with a shower of boos, the sound increasing when familiar oriental music signals the Invasion is about to take a beachhead.
Not waiting for the invaders from the Pacific Rim to show themselves, the crowd shows their disdain for the despised army from the East. The arena speakers herald the B-team no longer, when Euphoria’s Valentine Jealousy courses through the sound system. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVzfpD-xyqY )
Two shadowy figures in sweeping red satin robes appear, followed closely behind by the Invasion’s ever-present general/mogul Miss Yuko Ogura.
Japanese cuneiform emerges from the red disc on the tron, 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 showing a unified front with their attire. Most important of all are their complementary gaudy gold belts, signifying their champion status. Each is laid over a shoulder of the women who had laid both the Kanes and The Three low, though the latter under various dubious circumstances.
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.
The women are beaming and share a delighted bow toward each other. They move down the ramp, as the PA blares to life.
“And their opponents, accompanied by their manager Yuko Ogura…”
The crowd tests 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.”
REIKO OHNO
SEAH SIN
YUKO OGURA
The evil executive leads her forces to the ring, avoiding contact with the forest of waving 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, while she ascends the steps and enters with a shiteating grin firmly in place.
With the second-generation superstars in their corner, looking far from intimidated, Ohno and Sin reach the canvas 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.
“Do you now understand who the REAL THREE are?”
Orlando’s great unwashed jeer Ogura with every bit of their lung power.
Yuko signals for her Invaders to enter. Reiko and Seah bend their way through the ropes and move to their general, the Japanese crew congregating in the middle of the ring.
“My Samurai and my Little Dragon defeated those pitiful drunken Irishwomen and then they and I beat the unbeatable Amazons. Tonight, I take the night off after kicking Pandora’s ass and watch as FAWN’s leftovers are served to my Invasion.”
The FAWNatics don’t care for the legends being referred to in such a manner, but Yuko is far from concerned with the crowd and the Hellions.
“My Invasion will tear these women limb from limb and send them back to their pathetic mothers wondering what went wrong.”
Ogura drops the 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, Reiko and Seah hand over their gold and the three Invaders huddle, occasionally turning an eye toward Ivy and Cynthia.
Tonight, it’s the Little Dragon who remains, ready to start the match for the title holders, Reiko and Ogura taking their place on the sidelines.
On the opposite side of the ring, the Hellions quietly confer. Then with a double high five, Armstrong steps between the ropes, leaving her partner to start off the match with the canny Korean. The bell clangs and the two combatants briskly begin to circle one another; as the space between them dwindles, they bring their hands up and then they lunge into one another for a standard lock-up.
Their lithe bodies strain against one another, but although Seah proves deceptively powerful, her adversary's height advantage rather quickly allows the North Carolina native to push the Asian backward. Rather that fight it, Sin lets herself be pressed to the ropes, where the ref orders a break. Cynthia complies cleanly and takes a few steps back, cautiously awaiting her opponent's next move. Seah opts, surprisingly for many spectators, for another lock-up, apparently expecting the outcome to be different; actually, that's exactly what she expects, because after a long moment of struggle, she suddenly grasps Mitchell's left wrist and twists her limb with a wristlock. However, mere moments pass before Cynthia is able to reverse it, and now it's the Korean whose shoulder is painfully torqued.
Cheered on from ringside by Ogura, Sin manages to slowly turn the tide, and she is on the verge of reversing the hold entirely. But suddenly the chestnut-haired Hellion deftly pirouettes her body, and to Seah's shock...the look on her face makes it plain she isn't entirely sure what just happened...she finds her own left arm now jacked up between her shoulder blades with a hammerlock. "My sister and I were practicing arm locks when I was still in first grade, sweetie," the dynastic daughter smirks. Whimpering, Seah slaps her wrenched shoulder, trying to numb the pain a bit. All efforts to try and pull free meet with failure, as do her efforts to try and grasp the ropes with her free hand...they're simply too far away. Yuko stands in uncharacteristic inscrutable silence outside the ring, awaiting to see how her Little Dragon fares. For well over a minute she doesn't fare well, as Mitchell keeps the hammerlock in place, quite happy with the prospect of driving her opponent to submit to this in due time. However, success breeds complacency, and Cynthia leans her head closer to that of her foe in order to share more taunts...and that's precisely the opportunity which Sin was waiting for.
Even as the Hellion opens her mouth to draw a breath in order to speak, Seah's right hand flashes up, her first two fingers extended, she pokes Cynthia in the eyes! The brunette shrieks, releasing her hold and staggering backward, hands furiously rubbing her eyes to clear them. "No eye pokes!" the referee growls as the Invader, who coyly smiles, shrugs her shoulders and, in a blatant falsehood, says, "So solly, no speak-ee English!" As Cynthia's vision finally clears, Sin steps up to her and cruelly repeats the poke! Sports recaps will come to call this segment of the match 'Seah Sin's Tribute to Roddy Piper', as again and again the Korean titleholder jabs her fingertips at her shrieking challenger's blue eyes, leaving them glazed and watery and her vision badly blurred. From the Hellions corner Ivy roars at the official, warning him that if he didn't start doing his job, she'd come in there and do it for him.
Finally, after repeated threats, the referee growls at Sin in a tone that makes it clear this is no empty threat, "If you eye poke her one more time, I'll disqualify you and call the match." Flippantly, Seah snorts, "So what? We'll still keep the belts." Then, his eyes narrowing and his voice dropping lower, the official says in an almost conspiratorial tone, "Getting DQ'd in the first four minutes of a pay-per-view title match? You really think that won't piss off Bethany enough that she'll find a legal reason to strip you two of the belts?" Dawn breaks on Marblehead as her eyes widen with the sudden realization of knowledge. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" is her response. "Fine then, we'll do this the other way."
"Just keep it clean," the zebra replies, rolling his own eyes at the waste of breath. But then, with a half-grin, he says, "By the way, your English has grown impeccable in the last sixty seconds." Seah scrunches up her face and sticks her tongue out at him, and then turns her attention to her still-stunned, half-blinded adversary. An Irish whip sends Cynthia's spine smashing into the turnbuckle, and Sin instantly follows up with a flying kneelift to the chin, snapping Mitchell's head back. Jumping up on the bottom rope and holding the top strand for stability, the Korean then pistons ten fast knees into the side of Cyn's face. The brunette's body slumps, remaining upright only by virtue of her arms slung over the top cables. Seah turns to face the protesting referee, who warns her to get out of the corner. Suddenly her English skills evaporate as she shouts back at him in her native tongue, while simultaneously throwing her right elbow back five times, each blow hammering into her victim's jaw. A monkey flip removes the badly dazed Hellion from the corner and deposits her flat on her back on the canvas; the Invader throws herself atop her, hooks a leg, and goes for the pin. The official drops to the mat and starts to slap his hand down.
ONE...
TWO...
THR...NO! KICKOUT!
Seah, on her haunches next to the stubborn Hellion, turns to stare down the man in stripes, shaking her head. There’s no reason to raise her voice as Yuko’s already beaten her to it, deriding the official and claiming favoritism toward Mitchell and Armstrong.
“Do you have Confederate flag bumper sticker on pick-up truck?” Ogura asks the man.
The ref doesn’t respond to the charge, holding two fingers aloft in a non-denial denial.
While the General of the Invasion points accusingly, Sin hauls up a wobbly Mitchell and rocks her with a less-than-aptly named European Uppercut. The Little Dragon leaps into another that puts Cynthia in a full stagger, the Carolina grappler flopping back-first into a neutral corner, arms draping over either side to keep her upright.
Seah steps in close and lands a wicked backhand chop that echoes through the arena, the FAWNatics ‘woooing’ out of instinct. Cynthia’s body is sent leaning over the top buckle from the force of the blow and when the ivory-skinned legacy returns to the canvas, Seah lifts a pair of knife-edges high, ready to bring them down in a couple Mongolian chops.
They shoot toward either nape of Mitchell’s neck when Cynthia’s hands rise and encircle both of Seah’s wrists on the way down. The confused Invader’s dark eyes widen in disbelief as Cynthia starts pushing her foe’s arms higher. A shrieking Yuko shouts something in her mother tongue and Seah responds with a headbutt to the bridge of Mitchell’s nose that ends her nascent comeback.
Looking as much relieved as angry, Seah grabs a wrist of Cynthia’s and shoots her down the length of the ring, Mitchell hitting in the home of the Invasion where an arm from Ohno quickly curls around her collar. Trapped, Mitchell squirms for freedom as Seah charges, but she can’t escape before the leaping Korean SPLASHES the second generation star with a tiny tsunami of golden-brown goodness.
Cynthia wilts from the impact but Reiko keeps Mitchell on her feet with enveloping arms as Seah tags the shoulder of Yuko’s ninja. Ohno slides into the ring while Seah shoves a supporting arm under the chin of the rattled brunette. Noticeably, particularly to a certain redhead from Alabama, the Korean doesn’t remove herself as Ohno enters. In fact, each Invader controls a wrist of the blue-eyed brunette, the partners walk Mitchell halfway down the ropes before whipping her away with a dual toss.
Cynthia races to the opposite strands, turning into a rebound off the cables. The champs wait for the return of the Cynful One. They dip slightly, each catching the Carolina Cutie around a hip and shooting her HIGH into the sky with a back body drop that nearly has the FAWN veteran scraping the rafters. The landing is a loud and painful one, Mitchell landing hard on her spinal column. She twists into a pained arch, a hand shooting to her lower backbone as the Asians share a bow toward each other, then their leader, the businesswoman/manager motioning them to continue to tear Cynthia limb from limb.
Unable to take any more of the ref’s futility in getting Seah out of the squared circle, Ivy slips through the cables and advances, only to be cut off by the official, the man wrapping his arms around Armstrong’s alabaster midriff and pushing her back the way she’d come.
The Invaders hardly need to be told by Yuko what to do with the referee’s head turned. Instantly, they climb aboard the brunette, Mitchell having rolled to her chest. Seah takes Cynthia’s top half, crouching over her, facing forward, securing a camel clutch grip that has Mitchell’s face twisted in pain. But it only goes from bad to worse when Reiko snatches both her ankles and adds a Boston Crab, Cynthia turned from a painful ‘C’ shape to an agonizing ‘U’.
Yuko provides a dignified golf clap for her charges as the FAWNatics scream at the official to turn. With a frantic Ivy finally exiting, Ogura calls for Sin to release her half of the awe-inspiring torture. Seah obediently lets loose and heads for the Invasion corner, slipping through the cables as the zebra turns to see Ohno trying to touch Mitchell’s boot tips to the crown of her head.
With tears welling, the Hellion shakes her head when the ref gives her a way out, Mitchell perhaps inspired by the chant “PLEASE…DON’T…TAP”.
Yuko, on the other hand, turns to the crowd, irate.
“Shut your mouths,” she demands. “You will only end her career with your foolish wishes.”
Ohno, apparently tiring of Mitchell’s unwillingness to surrender to the Crab, lifts the brunette’s left leg higher and THROWS it to the canvas, Mitchell’s knee bouncing off the thinly-covered plywood. A yelping Cyn pulls the limb close.
The Invader hovers over the reeling Mitchell. She reaches down to regain control when the brunette shoots an open palm upward to craaack against Reiko’s cheek. Ohno’s head is on a swivel for a moment, but she returns with a fury. Reiko dips and scoops a slowly rising Mitchell off her feet and onto a shoulder. But it’s only for a moment as, instead of slamming Cyn back down, Ohno sits out and DRIVES Cynthia’s skull into the canvas Michonoku-style
Michonoku Driver (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTQN0IewCUc ) @ 2:08
Ohno pivots to a crossbody pin and a humiliatingly loss for the overwhelmed Hellions as Reiko splays across the demolished Mitchell for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Cynthia throws a shoulder up, if not entirely convincingly. Still, it’s enough for Ivy to offer her hearty applause and hopeful pleas to make it to Hell’s corner.
As the Invasion’s furious manager shrieks at the official for his slow count, Reiko tugs a jellied Cynthia up to vertical to incur yet more of her wrath. Instantly, Mitchell’s arms shoot up, hands curling behind the noggin of the ninja. Wedging the crown of her skull to the chin of the Invader, Cynthia drops to her knee. The jawbreaker sends Ohno’s braincase whiplashing in the opposite direction, Reiko walking in fencepost holes as she tries to regain her balance.
While Ohno tries to find her bearings, the assembled beseech Mitchell to get to her partner. On one knee and still stunned, Cynthia shakes out some cobwebs, wasting valuable time. Finally, she rises and turns, only to be grabbed from behind, Reiko’s snapping fingers biting into her right shoulder. The second-gen superstar is forced to spin toward the Asian, but Cynthia brings a good old-fashioned Carolina right cross with her that THUMPS into Reiko’s jaw and drops the Yokohama native to one knee.
Deciding not to push her rare advantage, Mitchell turns and wobbles toward the beckoning Armstrong. She slaps hands with the fiery redhead two steps ahead of the charging Ohno. Instead of immediately entering, Armstrong grabs the middle ropes and throws a shoulder through, spearing Reiko’s golden midriff. Though not a full gore, it’s enough to send a bug-eyed Reiko backpedaling, an arm swaddling around her waist, Yuko screaming in her ear.
The call for retreat from her manager not registering, as Ohno is more concerned about drawing in deep breaths, Reiko also doesn’t notice the entrance of the revved and ready redhead. Ivy charges to her slightly doubled foe and RAMS a roundhouse kick into Reiko’s temple.
Roundhouse Kick (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSAM_1SuZOQ )
Ohno spins in a pirouette from the force of the blow, but manages to remain upright. The result seems to suit Armstrong fine as she snatches the right wrist of the Japanese grappler, bending the limb back, clear of Reiko’s chest. In the blink of an eye, Ivy fires her specialty into the Asian’s bloodpumper, Armstrong CRASHING a blistering heart punch into the inner left bosom of her foe.
As Yuko screams in anxiety, Reiko’s eyelids flutter. She drops to her haunches, shuddering from the defibrillating impact the Bama Slamma had delivered. With her foe timbering to her side, her dark peepers rolling white, Ivy dips to cover but sees a flash out of the corner of her eye.
It’s Yuko’s Little Dragon, Seah, racing with double axhandle high to break up any chance Armstrong might have for a pin and a win. Unfortunately, with arms raised, Seah can’t adjust when the redhead presents ANOTHER heartstopper to Sin. The balled fist THUMPS into the cleft of the Korean’s breasts and sends her atrium is skipping a beat. Seah’s jaw falls, her eyes going glassy and the Little Dragon drops like Smaug, splatting to the canvas on her back, ending in a wide starfish.
With the FAWNatics going crazy for Ivy’s cardiac surgery on both Invaders, they fail to notice Yuko sneaking through the cables, approaching with a clothesline from Armstrong’s six. Apparently with managerial radar installed, the FAWN veteran spins with her fist ready to stop Ogura as well. However, the slippery Yuko faints to the canvas before Ivy can connect and butt scoots her way out to the roar of the crowd.
With both Reiko and Seah in cardiac recovery, Ivy motions to the FAWNatics, wanting to know who should receive the next shot in a double-barreled beatdown.
Then the redhead opts for a bit of mischief; she grabs Seah's wrist and pulls her alongside her equally dazed partner. The Southern Siren then drops down between them, pressing a palm in the dappled cleavage of both Asians, and doing push-ups as she simultaneously pins the both of them! The referee seems confounded for a moment, but then tells Ivy that she can't pin Sin, as she's not the legal combatant in the ring. Armstrong pouts with an exaggerated lower lip, and picks herself up.
A couple of kicks to Seah's petite body sets her rolling away, leaving Reiko as the sole object of the Hellion's attention. Yuko's ninja has already begun to rouse herself, and the redhead helps peel her up off of the mat with a handful of jet black hair. Ivy then scoops Ohno up with both hands and pirouettes for what at first blush appears to be a bodyslam...but then the Southern Slammer drops to one knee, slamming the Japanese beauty's spine agonizingly across it with a backbreaker. From ringside, Yuko covers her eyes to avoid having to see the impact, and then she screeches at the referee to break up what appears solely to her as an illegal tactic.
One palm pressed to her thigh of her victim, the other on her chin, and Ivy gives a wry half-smile as Reiko hisses curses at her in Japanese. "Whatyasay, Ohno...wanna give?" the ref inquires, but as the last syllable leaves his mouth, the she-shogun at ringside growls, "No, she does not! She will never submit! Do not insult her by asking again!" It's debatable whether the embattled Invader might consider otherwise, but with her manager drawing a line in the sand, she knows she has no choice but to heed it.
But as enduring this agony is hardly an acceptable option, Reiko makes a desperation play: reaching up with her right hand, her nails rake at the air until they scratch across the redhead's eyes, drawing a sharp yelp from Armstrong, and causing her to pull her hands away from her adversary's body. Now no longer being pushed in a direction contrary to her spinal column, Ohno swings her right leg up, her shin smashing into the side of the American's head, knocking her to her back with a moan.
Rolling off of the momentarily stunned Hellion, the ninja looks to her corner, but instead of salvation she sees Seah still in the ring, only now coming out of her daze, and in no condition yet to fight. Thus, despite the pain that still wracks her body, Ohno realizes she has to continue the battle herself, at least for now.
With a groan, Ivy starts to sit up. With no time left to lose, Reiko lunges at her, driving a headbutt squarely into the redhead's groin. Not garbed in her trademarked denim for this match, Armstrong lacks even that small amount of protection, and she takes the full brunt of the blow, causing her to yowl in pain. And before she can even think to somehow get away from her attacker, Ivy feels Ohno's hands grasping her legs and tucking them under her own arms, and then the Asian assassin's boot slamming into her still-throbbing womanhood and grinding in hard. The sound that rips from the Alabama girl's throat is part howl, part yodel, and brings a chill to the ears of the crowd. Yuko smiles and claps, and instructs her wrestler, "Ruin her for all men!"
In desperation, Armstrong reaches above her head to the tantalizingly near ropes, stretching her lithe body for all she can until at last she can hook her fingers around the bottom cable. The official calls for a break, and somewhat surprisingly Ohno does no immediately. But as she jumps to her feet she gets into the zebra's face and starts arguing in Japanese. Thus distracted, the referee does not see Ogura slide under the ropes on her belly like a viper, and then snake an arm around Ivy's throat to strangle her.
A roar of indignation erupts from the crowd; Sin, now back in her corner, adds to the cacaphony by shouting at the ref. All of this results in him not noticing at first that Cynthia is frantically calling out to him from her corner, anxious for him to turn and see the transgression. Meanwhile, purple-faced, Armstrong's bare feet kick at the canvas as the manager continues to choke her with expert effort. Unable to bear witness to this travesty any longer Mitchell darts through the ropes and beelines toward her partner...only to be intercepted by the ref, how bodily holds her back and starts to muscle her to the opposite side of the ring. Finally she realizes the futility of intervention and she returns to her place on the apron, and only then does the zebra turn around...to find nothing amiss, as the sinister Yuko had slid out of the ring mere moments before, leaving the dazed and gasping American flat on her back.
Her own aches melt away as adrenalin courses through Reiko's veins. She saunters over to her opponent and contemptuously pushes her over onto her belly with the toe of her boot. Standing in a straddle over Armstrong's waist, the Asian bends down and grabs a handful of scarlet tresses, lifting the mewling American's upper body off of the mat. With a boot placed between Ivy's shoulder blades, Ohno then smashes her face first into the mat with a curb stomp.
Next, she hauls the redhead's limp body up and Ohno pulls her over her shoulders for an Atlantida Backbreaker, but first she carries her whining cargo closer to the Hellions' corner so that Mitchell, murder in her eyes, can better observe her partner's destruction. Then in a blur of motion Reiko suddenly drops to her knees, Armstrong letting out a cry of anguish as her spine takes the full impact. Released, she puddles to the canvas, and the Invader rolls her over and languidly hooks a leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOO!
A run-in by Cynthia drags Ohno off of her victim and breaks the pinfall. Reiko immediately jumps up to her feet and she and the brunette begin trading blows. The referee tries to break them up, but his attention is divided between them and the intruding Seah, who takes advantage of the chaos to also enter the ring and deliver some payback to the still-prone Ivy, courtesy of some boot stomps to the midriff.
The battle between Ohno and Mitchell stalemates as they keep hammering away with fists, but things look bleak for Armstrong as Sin hauls her up from the mat and Irish whips her to the ropes; the 'Bama Slamma bounds off of them and comes rushing back toward her diminutive adversary, who reading her right arm for a smash across the alabaster throat of the redhead. However, much to the Korean's surprise, Ivy manages to duck under the swinging limb; halting on a veritable dime, the Hellion whirls around as the confused Asian starts to turn toward her, and Ivy unleashes a standing dropkick that sends Seah skidding across the canvas. Suddenly recalling her illegal status within the confines of the ring, Sin, finds good reason to roll under the ropes and seek solace from her manager.
Meantime, an enraged Cyn is gaining the advantage over Reiko in their slugfest, and when Ogura calls for her ninja, Ohno likewise sees the wisdom in a temporary retreat, and she also swiftly rolls out of the ring. On the floor, the three Asians privately confer; some of the more sharp-eyed fans believe they see Yuko pass each of them small packets of...something.
Both Hellions are flushed with fury as they demand that the Invaders return to the ring. The referee shrugs his shoulders; if this is going to turn into a two-on-two brawl, well, that makes for good television, and he decides to allow it. The Asians walk to opposites sides of the ring and cautiously climb up onto the aprons, never taking their eyes off of the Hellions, in center ring with their backs to one another and their fists up and ready, as the slowly step through the ropes. Suddenly with kamikaze howls, Ohno and Sin rush at their opponents, and a slobberknocker brawl ensues. Punches, slaps and kneelifts burst forth like a hurricane of action as the quartet pound away at one another.
Suddenly, as if on some unheard command, the Invaders step back from their adversaries, and each reaches into the cleavage of her togs to withdraw a small velvet bag, and both pouring the contents into the palm of her hand, the actions done so swiftly and subtly that the referee sees nothing. A moment later the Asians hurl the contests of those bags...salt...into the eyes of their opponents. Blinded, the Hellions shriek in fury and panic. Sharp slaps to their faces raise their ire even more, and neither Southerner seems to notice that their adversaries have taken them by the shoulders and spun them around until Ivy and Cynthia are unknowingly facing one another. Quick shoves push them together, and in a miasma of furor, frenzy and confusion, the Hellions unwittingly take each other for enemies, and to the horror of their fans, the still-blinded Armstrong and Mitchell begin hammering away at one another with their fists!
The Invaders, joined by their manager at ringside, laugh uproariously at the spectacle, supremely pleased at their duplicity. Ogura turns to the crowd and bellows, "See how my brilliant Invaders outwit these hayseed simpletons! This is why my ninja and my dragon shall never be defeated, least of all by worthless Americans!"
The laughter finally catches the ears of the blinded Hellions and the balled fists of Ivy and Cynthia turn to seeking open palms. Their hands trail over each other and they seem to see with the digits enough to know they’ve been battering each other. Screaming in unison, each turns away from their partner and, through blurry vision, swing closed fists at outlines and movement. The Invaders easily avoid the wild swings of the challengers.
Delightedly dancing around the teary-eyed Southern Girls, Reiko and Seah sneak in from behind and tap shoulders, hopping away before the spinning Armstrong and Mitchell can find the targets. Another set of swings and misses draws giggling from the Asian grapplers and a high-pitched set of instructions from their manager.
With the official seemingly assenting on the fly to tornado rules, Seah and Reiko choose the gaijin they want to finish, Ohno taking Ivy and the diminutive Korean zeroing in on Cynthia.
Sin creeps toward Cyn, rotating slightly to load up a judo chop to Mitchell’s chest while Reiko goes to her bread and butter, wheeling a spinning roundhouse kick at the redhead’s temple.
Spinning Roundhouse Kick (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2owUv3qSIk )
But as Ohno’s boot sweeps toward a concussive blow on Armstrong, the emerald eyes of Ivy have cleared enough for the alabaster-skinned Slamma to duck under the kick. And when Reiko lands after the miss, Armstrong quickly swings her arms around the ninja’s waist and vaults the champ off the canvas then up and over with a release German Suplex.
Cynthia’s eyesight likewise is a revelation to Seah, her chop skimming over the crown of a ducking Mitchell’s noggin. As both women turn, it’s Cynthia who beats Sin to the punch or, more appropriately, to play the Carolina Blues for the Korean. The ivory-skinned brunette leaps, wrapping her arms around the skull of Yuko’s Little Dragon, and PLANTS Seah into the deck with a blast that would have anyone feeling down and out.
Carolina Blues (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tXjmTPxmUo )
With no one seeming to know who or what is legal, Cynthia dives atop the splayed Seah for the pinfall and gets the…
ONE…
TWO…
Suddenly Sin is skidding across the canvas but not of her own locomotion, the tiny Japanese businesswoman latching onto the ankle of her Little Dragon and pulling Sin free with a second to spare. Yuko drags Seah under the ropes and out, catching the Korean and keeping her upright, Sin draping in Ogura’s arms.
Seeing a two-for-one special on aisle nine, Cynthia takes off for the cables opposite the Invaders. She barrels into a rebound and sprints across the canvas, diving between the top and middle ropes. Unsuspecting, Yuko and Seah take the full brunt of Mitchell’s suicide dive, all three women landing in a jumbled pile of limbs and torsos, the crowd chanting “THIS…IS…AWESOME!”
Inside the squared circle, a dazed Ohno is off the canvas, if barely. She knee-walks to the ropes and leans over the middle set. The positioning of Yuko’s ninja sets Armstrong into motion and she races in from behind on her signature Confederate Railroad.
Confederate Railroad (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85OiY2xoVH4 )
The slam of the crossbody splash hotshots Reiko off the middle rope and she flops to her back at Ivy’s side. The redhead covers for another title reign with the…
ONE…
TWO…
Ohno kicks her way free, managing to save herself without the screeching of her silenced manager.
Realizing there’s a three-woman dog pile on the outside with Mitchell atop and wildly pummeling both Invaders below her, Ivy knows it’s her time to close the show and claim the title belts.
Armstrong tugs a reeling Ohno to her feet and lands a toe kick deep into Reiko’s solar plexus. The redhead moves next to the doubled and gasping Invader. She lifts a knee next to the temple of the dazed champion and starts to grasp the far arm of the Japanese grappler to show Reiko ‘Mama Knows Best’.
Mama Knows Best (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJmrOSHMhwI )
But before the Bama Slamma can spin Reiko to her doom, Ohno shakes her arm free and slips it between the Ivy’s planted left and raised right leg. Reiko ‘hups’ the wide-eyed redhead onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
Before Armstrong can counter the counter, the Asian launches Armstrong HIGH over her left shoulder. She drops alongside the plummeting Hellion and PLANTS IVY into the deck with a ring-rattling Yokohama Mama.
Yokohama Mama (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=daAqkUVl6Io )
Ohno passes on the cover of the splattered Ivy, instead grasping both of Armstrong’s infamous stems at the ankles and stepping through. Working quickly, she crosses the ivory gams in a figure four around her left leg then spins a struggling Slamma to her chest. With the second-generation star turned, Reiko collects Ivy’s elbows and lifts her off the canvas in her Ohno Not That scorpion crosslock finisher.
Ohno Not That (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KH-huuE941E )
Locking her hands to secure the double hammerlocks on the elevated Ivy seems to seal the deal.
Outside, Cynthia’s in relative control of her two playmates, but they’re still in a tangled ball. When Mitchell sees her partner’s predicament, she tries to shake loose to save her. Seah and Yuko, noticing the same, clamp down and keep her close. The Carolina Cutie makes the Invaders pay, pounding away, but the Asians refuse to let her free.
Topside, Reiko has the ensnared Ivy howling in pain, each limb folded and trapped within the crouching frame of the Invader. The auburn-haired Armstrong tries to hold on, the ref getting in her face, asking if she wants to give in.
“Give up, pitiful American,” the Invader grunts, deepening further into her crouch and stretching each limb’s ligaments all the farther.
Sweat pours over Ivy’s alabaster face and body, her perfect pearlies gritting, until finally Armstrong’s hand rises ever so slightly and weakly taps against Reiko’s knee, the Slamma signaling she can take no more from the Invader.
Nearly drained herself, Reiko instantly lets the beaten Hellion drop from her grip as the bell tolls, Armstrong collapsing to the canvas just as a tardy Cynthia breaks free from her scrum and slides into the ring.
An unaware Ohno raises her arm high and wide and looks to the sky in celebration. A furious Mitchell drives a toe kick nearly through Reiko’s golden tummy, Ohno bending at the waist, bug-eyed and gasping.
Cynthia tugs the lowered braincase of the champion and victor between her legs, clamping down in a scissors. Knowing she’s on a clock with the recovering Seah and Yuko, Cynthia expertly locks both of Reiko’s arms in underhooks, hops into the air, and DROPS OUT the ninja face-first into the deck, knocking every bit of consciousness out of Ohno.
Drop Out (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvVMztzWNoA )
A point made by the dark-haired Hellion, Cynthia scrambles to the whimpering Ivy and hovers protectively over her partner while Seah does the same for the comatose Reiko. On the outside, Yuko collects the champs’ belts as the announcer makes things official.
“Your winners…by submission…and STILL FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…THE ASIAN INVASION!”
Ogura, not wanting to risk going into the ring, demands Seah pull Reiko’s carcass out on the side nearest the ramp and Sin does as she’s told. Reiko falls into the arms of Yuko and Seah and the trio stumble up the ramp, happy to have survived to celebrate at a later date with their gold.
Inside, Cynthia slowly pulls an aching Ivy to vertical and the Hellions slump against each other to the applause of the FAWNatics, beaten but unbowed.