Post by bigfan on Apr 3, 2018 17:56:24 GMT
While their loyalty to the brand could never be questioned, the FAWNatics who filled out the Orlando Arena on a monthly bases could rarely be accused of being the most patient of crowds. Less so when they knew that they were being baited, the next young woman to emerge deliberately taunting them with a delayed arrival...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLjitP78tag
The opening guitar riff, no different than it had been years earlier, heralded the arrival of Wrestling’s wayward black sheep, the girl who’d had it all and threw it away just as quickly, opting to make an early exit from the industry that she had been born into whilst burning as many bridges as she could on the way out. Unrepentant summed up her demeanour following her return, and ‘Marvellous’ Marvela Marcille remaining every inch the ‘Original’ People’s Princess as she arrived on stage.
She smiled as she appeared, lights catching all the right curves as she stood without fear, regal in her bearing and utterly without hesitation, rising one hand up high, palm faced outwards in welcome as the pyrokenetics erupted bombastically to either side of her. She seemed oblivious to the boos that were there to welcome her, the fans she had so effortlessly scorned following her messy exodus not making a dent in the apparent fiction she had created all about herself.
MARVELA MARCILLE:
It was this, however, that was the facade, and eventually she broke the illusion and she greeted the crowds heckling with an indulgent roll of her roll of her eyes, a slightly exasperated ‘tut’ upon her lips and a world weary smile tugging at the corners of her lips. With her less than sincere efforts of extending an olive branch rebuffed, Marvela launched into a light stepped stride down the ramp, the saunter of hips and the swish of her shoulders full of self assured swagger, her mane of chocolate brown immaculate and shimmering, matching her gaze and showing not even a hint of fallibility.
The crimson of the Lightweights attire was bright and fierce, the fabric whisper thin and slipping about her every, perfectly carved and refined contours, the two piece outfit as much a part of her as her own personality. The single strap top cut to just below her bosom, leaving her firm tummy temptingly naked, a explosion of yellow and orange sat dead centre between her breasts, a promise of the “Bombastic Bomb!!” she would surely unleash against anyone unfortunate enough to face her. Her shorts were modest by FAWN standards, even as they left exceedingly little to the imagination, slipping downwards to mid thigh whilst boots, pads and gloves finished off the ensemble that had once been adored by so many.
She spun in a one eighty spiral, sweeping out her arms to either side as she continued to saunter backwards, smiling in a way that suggested that she knew that she was hot shit, and everyone else was just burned by it, her stride as infuriatingly confident in reverse as it was in going the right way. It was at this point she spotted one sign in particular, a message that was repeated several times over throughout the arena in preparation of her appearance, and she barely even had to read the words to know what it said.
What it always said.
NOT “OUR” PRINCESS
She merely rolled her eyes once more and dismissed the heartbroken sentiment with a dismissive flick of her wrist, turning back to sauntering the right way as she reached the ring. She strode up the steel steps and slipped into the squared circle like a welcomed heroine, taking a diagonal path across the canvas until she reached the opposite corner. Marvela climbed up the turnbuckles and swept up her arms as if in welcome, ready to salute the crowds that lov... Marcille couldn’t do it, a wickedly indulgent grin marrying her features as she opted to flip off the FAWNatics instead, and even that gesture seemed half hearted in its effort as she barely considered them worthy of it. The ‘Perfect’ Princess hopped back down, languishing in the corner as she waited for the stage stooges to do their jobs and welcome the loser who would be her opponent for the evening to come out.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer began, the FAWNatics willing to afford him a small measure of silence to perform his duties. “The following contest is scheduled for One Fall and a Twenty Minute Time Limit. Introducing first, standing at five foot five and weighing in one hundred and twenty pounds...”
The momentary curl of her lip betrayed Marvela’s first sign of genuine displeasure, far from satisfied with the stage efforts to promote her, and it was without warning that she SNATCHED the mic from his unexpected hands. Dismissing him with a flick of her wrist, she smiled with indulgent sweetness and introducing herself correctly.
“...still the youngest ever World Champion to have ever graced any Continent, the ONLY Princess that’s still worth a damn, the Marvellous! MARVELA!! MARCILLE!!!”
Needless to say, as she extravagantly bowed for the crowd’s nonexistent approval, the warmth of the FAWNatics did not improve. Marvela was nonplussed, dropping the microphone instead of handing it back, before sauntering over to her corner, making herself as much at home as a Royalist in her Court.
The lights then go out in FAWN Arena, drawing an excited buzz from the crowd. That buzz became an explosion of cheers as an air raid siren blares over the Arena’s soundsystem and a pair of red searchlights scan the audience. The cheers reach a fever pitch as the searchlights stop at the stage, having found their target. There, a petite figure pulls on her familiar fingerless mma-style gloves as the sirens fade and the opening drumbeat of Manowar’s “Warriors of the World” begins.
WARRIORS OF THE WORLD: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dll329ggLIY
KANAKO AKIYAMA
“And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California...She stands five foot two inches tall, and weighs in at one hundred ten pounds...She is the Modern Day Ronin.This is KANAKO AKIYAMA!!”
The FAWN faithful give Kanako a rousing ovation as the lights come up and she makes her march down the ramp to the ring. For tonight’s match, the Modern Day Ronin wore her familiar black leather jacket, over a black and red striped sports bra and black gym shorts. Red wrestling shoes with kick pads completed the outfit. She kept her eyes on tonight’s opposition as she made her way to the ring, stopping to slap hands with the ringside fans. As always, Kanako did her research, and she knew she was in for a long night against the crafty veteran, who has had a chip on her shoulder since her return to the squared circle. That was fine, she thought, she was more than willing to knock that chip off, along with the head it was attached to. She forgoed a showy display as she stepped through the ropes, only raising her arm and giving a wordless shout that was returned a hundredfold by her fans. She backed into the corner opposite of Marvela and kept her eyes locked on her as the referee checked her gear.
Soon enough, it was the bell that would bring the two competitors swiftly together. The moment the chimes rang out, both young woman shot out from the respective corners, scarcely more than a yard apart as they began circling, both guards up and ready to react.
By way of unspoken signal, both shot forwards to lock up...
Only for Marcille to reveal she clearly had no intention of doing so, earning the derision of the audience as she sidestepped quickly and, with a shimmy in her hips, dismissively skipped on past the FAWN Rookie. With hands outstretched and her smile indulgent, the brunette sauntered on over to a vacant corner and baited the crowds watching, revelling in their displeasure.
Kanako masked her own irritation well, quickly composing herself after the disrespectful bait and switch, her own guard back to where it should be. Marvela greeted the young women’s professionalism with a tut and roll of her dark eyes, shrugging momentarily before returning to her own crouch.
Again the two circled, each prepared for the other to suddenly advance, before that unspoken signal rang out again for the duo to lunge towards...
Marcille sidestepped AGAIN, turning into a spin at the last moment to avoid even the notion of an genuine engagement, adding insult to injury as she swung out her palm on her way past and SPANKED Akiyama on her firm buttocks! If anything, her swift saunter away from any potential danger was even more infuriating than the last, the ‘Magnificent’ Marvel utterly amused by her own antics, holding her hands up high now as the FAWNatics rained down boos onto the squared circle.
Kanako’s irritation was now far from masked, the up and comer glaring in the direction of the crimson clad veteran, her right buttock still stinging from the swat. The demeanour of the crowd shifted dramatically the moment she began to stride forwards, jeers turning to cheers as she’d clearly had enough of the bullsh*t.
The shift in the FAWNatics attitude, however, seemed to provide the focus of their previous ire ample warning to compose herself, even as Kanako grasped her by her shoulder. Spun about as she was, the brunette curled her lip in obvious distaste before delivering a second slap, this one delivered with indignant venom as it struck the cheek of Akiyama.
The audience fell silent at the stinging rebuttal, Kanako herself backing off half a step in obvious surprise.
“Now listen here, you little twerp,” Marvela scolded with a pointed finger, “I will decide when you are relevaARHHHH!!”
Enough was enough and Akiyama was keen to prove it, first grabbing Marcille by her extended wrist before YANKING!! her forwards. Ripped off balance by the Modern Day Ronan, it was with little difficulty that the small Asian pulled her forwards into a inverted headlock before falling backwards, the tumble turning into a roll that took both young women up and over in a dizzying display.
Before Marvela knew it, she was planted firmly with her shoulders against the canvas, the rest of her divine frame curled up into a tight ball, her own buttocks pointed to the rafters and her boots tapping the mat above her own head. Worst of all, Kanako was sat atop her haunches and kept folded for an utterly humiliating pinfall...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE...
With a SCREAM!! of furious indignation, the ‘Original’ People’s Princess managed to scramble her way free, just barely avoiding the swiftest defeat of her career!
The brunette was spitting kittens when she powered back up onto her feet, turning her wrath immediately upon the unprepared Official. “TIGHTS!!” she screamed, snapping her shorts back into place as if to prove her upcoming accusation, “She was pulling my tights you blind Neanderthal!!”
The man in black and white held up his hands and, in his defence, he had seen no such infraction being committed on behalf of Akiyama, largely because such a accusation was utterly untrue, something everyone in the arena was well aware of.
Marvela pointed an accusatory finger at the referee, “Keep it up, asshole, and I’ll have your job!” she barked and turned her attention back to her opponent, walking right into an emphatic superkick, Kanako being crouched and waiting to strike pretty much since Marvela had gotten in the ref’s face. Marvela dropped like a ton of bricks and puddled at the Japanese fighter’s feet, leading to Kanako quickly covering her opponent in another pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOO!
Marvela just managed to get her shoulder up before three, but Kanako didn’t give her any time to breathe, quickly transitioning from the pin, throwing Marvela’s left arm behind her and clasping her hands across her face and pulling back as far as she can.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghZwb2pDEYw
“AAAARGGGH!!” The former People’s Princess screamed in pain. The ref leaned in to ask if she submitted, and Marvela was quick to answer, “HELL NO!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!” She then growled at her torturer, “When I get out of this, I’m gonnaaaaargh!!”
Kanako at least temporarily shut the spoiled loudmouth up with a quick pair of headbutts to the side of the head. “Talk, talk, talk…” Kanako chided, “that’s all you bitches seem to do. If you hadn’t turned your back on me, maybe you wouldn’t be in this position.”
“Shut the hell up!” Marvela growled in between shouts of pain, “Some nobody rookie doesn’t get to lecture ME on how to wrestle!” She continued to inch her way to the ropes, before Kanako suddenly released her opponent and clambered to her feet, delivering a trio of stomps to Marvela’s back, each one eliciting a painful grunt from the “original” People’s Princess. The Modern Day Ronin then grasped the back of Marvela’s head and neck, hauling her up to her feet and pushing her up against the ropes, preparing to shoot her into the ropes when Marvela shouted, “HAIR! REF, HAIR! Get her out of my hair!!”
Kanako rolled her eyes and growled, “For the love of...My hands aren’t even touching your h-” Her words were cut short as Marvela took the opportunity that her distraction provided to THUMP a knee right between her legs. Kanako slumped, wide-eyed, to the mat, gingerly cradling her nether region as a smug, satisfied smirk crossed her opponent’s lips.
“Marcille!” Merle shouted at her, “Knock off the low blows!”
The Marvelous One rolled her eyes at the referee’s admonishment, “Oh, SHE can cheat until the cows come home, but THAT you saw?” Merle had opened his mouth to point out that Kanako had done no such thing, and that the low blow was quite blatant, when Marvela put a hand up to silence the zebra, “Whatever. I see how it is.” She then proceeded to go to work, driving a knee in between Kanako’s shoulder blades, producing a yelp of pain from her prey. She followed that up with a rear chinlock as she gleefully whispered in Kanako’s ear, “The wrestling lesson begins now…” She wrenched back on the chinlock, but other than an initial grunt, Kanako suffered in stoic silence. Unsatisfied, and honestly rather annoyed, by her foe’s defiance, The Marvelous One’s hands slowly worked their way downward, from Kanako’s chin to her neck, choking her. Now, Kanako kicked and flailed at having her air passages cut off. “Oh, stop it, you big faker!” Marvela chided gleefully, “Honestly, I can’t understand why these idiots cheer for someone as underhanded as you!”
“I can clearly see you choking her.” Merle deadpanned, unamused by Marvela’s antics, before beginning a five-count, which she milked for as long as she could. Upon releasing Kanako, Marvela SMACKED the back of her head and mussed her hair before again turning her ire towards Merle.
“I am getting just a little tired of your blatant bias towards this overrated flavor of the month!” Marvela barked at him, “I’ll be filing a formal complaint first thing in the morRRRWHOAAA!”
“Didn’t learn your lesson the first time, huh, bitch?” Kanako taunted as she snaked her arms around Marvela’s waist from behind. She then popped her hips and threw the Marvelous One backwards in a German Suplex. She then rolled through it, arms still locked around Marvela’s waist and popped up to deliver a second German. Still not done, the Tokyo Tiger rolled through yet again and hauled the bigger girl up for a third German, this time bridging into a pin
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NOOOO!!
To the shock of everyone, Marvela managed to kick out of the pin at 2.999! Kanako shook her head in disbelief, holding up three fingers to Merle, who responded by shaking his head and holding up two. She quickly gathered herself, and clambered to her feet. She pushed Marvella, who was still, almost comically, in bridged pinning position, over onto her side and gave her back a swift, stiff kick to convince her to roll the rest of the way onto her tummy, albeit not without some vocal resistance. Another stomp to the small of the Marvelous One’s back, another strained yelp of pain, followed by the Modern Day Ronin straddling her foe’s back. She jumped down onto her back, eliciting yet another pained scream from Marvella, before Kanako sat back and hooked her foe’s arms over her knees. She then grasped her chin and pulls back, completing the dreaded camel clutch hold!
CAMEL CLUTCH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIGP4BjrylQ
“What do you say, Marcille? Do you wanna quit?” Merle asked from a kneeling position. Marvella could only answer with a shake of her head, as she was too busy screaming in pain. Kanako kept the pressure on, pulling back on Marvela’s chin for all she was worth.
“Yes, do be obstinate, Marcille.” Kanako growled, “For everything you’ve done to malign my honor, I’m more than willing to just sit here until your vertebrae snaps underneath me like a twig! While I’ve got you here, you’ve got some nerve calling me a nobody when you’ve done nothing yourself!”
“I’m a world champion!” The Marvelous One shot back in between howls of pain, “The youngest world champion ever!”
Kanako was quick to retort, “Yeah, somewhere else! I don’t know if you ever deigned to notice, but this is FAWN, not some backwater European wrestling league. Whatever you’ve done, as soon as you step through FAWN’s doors, that life may as well have never existed. No one cares what you did somewhere else, Marcille. Here, you’re just the answer to a trivia question! A newbie, just like me! A nobody!”
That was the last straw. The “Original” People’s Princess growled and spat angrily. “How...fucking...DARE YOU??!!” Summoning all the strength and energy she had left, Marvela slowly stood up, carrying the diminutive Japanese girl on her back, despite Kanako’s protests. She then jumped backwards, splattering the Tokyo Tiger in between the mat and Marcille herself. She then slowly rolled across the stunned Japanese fighter’s body, seemingly barely able to make the cover, but still managing to hook a leg.
ONE!....”Hey!”
TWO!....”HEY!!”
TH-NOOOO!
Kanako managed to kick out just after the two-count and quickly scrambled to her feet. The then made a beeline for Merle, getting right into his face, “What the hell was that?!”
“Oh, come on, Kanako,” the weary-looking zebra pleaded, “not you too!”
“Well, I’m sorry, Merle,” she continued on her tirade, “but how did you NOT see that huge handful of tights she had?!”
Merle shrugged and begged off, “I’m sorry. I can’t call what I don’t - LOOK OUUUUPH!”
What Merle had unsuccessfully tried to warn Kanako about was the fact that Marvela had gotten to her feet and was approaching. Upon getting within striking distance, she delivered a beautiful standing dropkick to Kanako’s back, sending her crashing into Merle and causing the back of his head to smash into the middle turnbuckle, turning his lights out. Both women were also sprawled out on the mat, exhausted. It was Marvela that stirred first, slowly making her way to her knees, assisted by the bottom and middle ropes. She surveyed the scene before her and she grinned wide. As Kanako finally stirred and began her own struggle to her feet, the Marvelous One rolled out of the ring and grabbed the chair the timekeeper was sitting on, after barking at him to get out of the way. She then rolled into the ring and stalked her prey, waiting for the Modern Day Ronin to get to her feet. As soon as she was upright - Merle had also begun to come around - the Marvellous One reared back with the chair and…
...slammed it down on the mat as hard as she could, producing a loud BANG. Before Kanako could process what was happening, Marvella tossed the chair to her, which she caught out of reflex, and then crumpled to the mat in a heap as if she had just been shot. Kanako was still staring at the chair quizzically when Merle finally shook the cobwebs loose and looked at the scene before him in shock.
“What are you doing?!” Merle demanded, as it slowly dawned on Kanako what was happening. Merle heard the BANG, and now sees Marvella down and out on the mat, with Kanako holding a steel chair. It didn’t take much to figure out what Merle was thinking, and Kanako vehemently shook her head and quickly threw the chair down. Even the audience figured out that Merle put two and two together and came up with five, as the vast majority of the FAWN faithful had begun shouting “NO!” at him, trying to convince him that Kanako was innocent. “I thought you were better than this, Kanako!” Merle pointed an accusatory finger at her.
“Merle, I didn’t!” Kanako pleaded, “You have to believe me!” But it was no use, Merle had made up his mind.
“Ring the bell!” Merle shouted to the timekeeper, whom complied with the order. Kanako held her head, eyes wide with disbelief as the announcement came over the PA.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, as a result of a disqualification...MARVELLA MARCILLE!!”
The fans let Merle know what they thought of the decision, raining boos down upon the ring. Kanako, for her part, looked like she was about to cry out of frustration and disappointment.
“How? How could you fall for such an obvious trick? Have I EVER used a steel chair in my matches?”
Merle was unmoved, “There’s a first time for everything. I thought you were better than that, but I guess I was wrong.” he answered, with disappointment in his voice.
“Excuse me,” Marvella interjected with a smug grin, having gotten to her feet at the sound of the bell, “but you need to get out of my ring and let the referee raise my hand, loser!” On a dime, Kanako’s expression flipped, from distraught to enraged. Without a word, or even a backwards glance, she uncorked a wicked superkick that put Marvella back on the mat in a flash.
SUPERKICK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Rsu_kiz31Q
She wasn’t done at that though. She may have lost this match, albeit unfairly, but she would be damned if she was going to let this bitch rub it in her face. She climbed to the top and delivered a picture perfect example of her graceful but brutal Run Her Through finisher.
RUN HER THROUGH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXngOM-Lp7g
Marvella groaned in agony and rolled around on the mat, clutching her midsection. Kanako gave her a final parting shot, in the form of a stiff slap to the face. “Raise your own hand, bitch!” She then turned her attention back to Merle, who was understandably nervous, backing up to the ropes, hands up and palms out. She strode over to him and stuck a finger in his face. “And you,” she began, still spitting venom, “when you watch this match back, you...are going to feel very stupid, and rightfully so.” And with that, she stormed out of the ring, leaving a visibly shaken Merle to withstand the fans’ vitriol, as it dawned on him that he may have just made a huge mistake.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLjitP78tag
The opening guitar riff, no different than it had been years earlier, heralded the arrival of Wrestling’s wayward black sheep, the girl who’d had it all and threw it away just as quickly, opting to make an early exit from the industry that she had been born into whilst burning as many bridges as she could on the way out. Unrepentant summed up her demeanour following her return, and ‘Marvellous’ Marvela Marcille remaining every inch the ‘Original’ People’s Princess as she arrived on stage.
She smiled as she appeared, lights catching all the right curves as she stood without fear, regal in her bearing and utterly without hesitation, rising one hand up high, palm faced outwards in welcome as the pyrokenetics erupted bombastically to either side of her. She seemed oblivious to the boos that were there to welcome her, the fans she had so effortlessly scorned following her messy exodus not making a dent in the apparent fiction she had created all about herself.
MARVELA MARCILLE:
It was this, however, that was the facade, and eventually she broke the illusion and she greeted the crowds heckling with an indulgent roll of her roll of her eyes, a slightly exasperated ‘tut’ upon her lips and a world weary smile tugging at the corners of her lips. With her less than sincere efforts of extending an olive branch rebuffed, Marvela launched into a light stepped stride down the ramp, the saunter of hips and the swish of her shoulders full of self assured swagger, her mane of chocolate brown immaculate and shimmering, matching her gaze and showing not even a hint of fallibility.
The crimson of the Lightweights attire was bright and fierce, the fabric whisper thin and slipping about her every, perfectly carved and refined contours, the two piece outfit as much a part of her as her own personality. The single strap top cut to just below her bosom, leaving her firm tummy temptingly naked, a explosion of yellow and orange sat dead centre between her breasts, a promise of the “Bombastic Bomb!!” she would surely unleash against anyone unfortunate enough to face her. Her shorts were modest by FAWN standards, even as they left exceedingly little to the imagination, slipping downwards to mid thigh whilst boots, pads and gloves finished off the ensemble that had once been adored by so many.
She spun in a one eighty spiral, sweeping out her arms to either side as she continued to saunter backwards, smiling in a way that suggested that she knew that she was hot shit, and everyone else was just burned by it, her stride as infuriatingly confident in reverse as it was in going the right way. It was at this point she spotted one sign in particular, a message that was repeated several times over throughout the arena in preparation of her appearance, and she barely even had to read the words to know what it said.
What it always said.
NOT “OUR” PRINCESS
She merely rolled her eyes once more and dismissed the heartbroken sentiment with a dismissive flick of her wrist, turning back to sauntering the right way as she reached the ring. She strode up the steel steps and slipped into the squared circle like a welcomed heroine, taking a diagonal path across the canvas until she reached the opposite corner. Marvela climbed up the turnbuckles and swept up her arms as if in welcome, ready to salute the crowds that lov... Marcille couldn’t do it, a wickedly indulgent grin marrying her features as she opted to flip off the FAWNatics instead, and even that gesture seemed half hearted in its effort as she barely considered them worthy of it. The ‘Perfect’ Princess hopped back down, languishing in the corner as she waited for the stage stooges to do their jobs and welcome the loser who would be her opponent for the evening to come out.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer began, the FAWNatics willing to afford him a small measure of silence to perform his duties. “The following contest is scheduled for One Fall and a Twenty Minute Time Limit. Introducing first, standing at five foot five and weighing in one hundred and twenty pounds...”
The momentary curl of her lip betrayed Marvela’s first sign of genuine displeasure, far from satisfied with the stage efforts to promote her, and it was without warning that she SNATCHED the mic from his unexpected hands. Dismissing him with a flick of her wrist, she smiled with indulgent sweetness and introducing herself correctly.
“...still the youngest ever World Champion to have ever graced any Continent, the ONLY Princess that’s still worth a damn, the Marvellous! MARVELA!! MARCILLE!!!”
Needless to say, as she extravagantly bowed for the crowd’s nonexistent approval, the warmth of the FAWNatics did not improve. Marvela was nonplussed, dropping the microphone instead of handing it back, before sauntering over to her corner, making herself as much at home as a Royalist in her Court.
The lights then go out in FAWN Arena, drawing an excited buzz from the crowd. That buzz became an explosion of cheers as an air raid siren blares over the Arena’s soundsystem and a pair of red searchlights scan the audience. The cheers reach a fever pitch as the searchlights stop at the stage, having found their target. There, a petite figure pulls on her familiar fingerless mma-style gloves as the sirens fade and the opening drumbeat of Manowar’s “Warriors of the World” begins.
WARRIORS OF THE WORLD: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dll329ggLIY
KANAKO AKIYAMA
“And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California...She stands five foot two inches tall, and weighs in at one hundred ten pounds...She is the Modern Day Ronin.This is KANAKO AKIYAMA!!”
The FAWN faithful give Kanako a rousing ovation as the lights come up and she makes her march down the ramp to the ring. For tonight’s match, the Modern Day Ronin wore her familiar black leather jacket, over a black and red striped sports bra and black gym shorts. Red wrestling shoes with kick pads completed the outfit. She kept her eyes on tonight’s opposition as she made her way to the ring, stopping to slap hands with the ringside fans. As always, Kanako did her research, and she knew she was in for a long night against the crafty veteran, who has had a chip on her shoulder since her return to the squared circle. That was fine, she thought, she was more than willing to knock that chip off, along with the head it was attached to. She forgoed a showy display as she stepped through the ropes, only raising her arm and giving a wordless shout that was returned a hundredfold by her fans. She backed into the corner opposite of Marvela and kept her eyes locked on her as the referee checked her gear.
Soon enough, it was the bell that would bring the two competitors swiftly together. The moment the chimes rang out, both young woman shot out from the respective corners, scarcely more than a yard apart as they began circling, both guards up and ready to react.
By way of unspoken signal, both shot forwards to lock up...
Only for Marcille to reveal she clearly had no intention of doing so, earning the derision of the audience as she sidestepped quickly and, with a shimmy in her hips, dismissively skipped on past the FAWN Rookie. With hands outstretched and her smile indulgent, the brunette sauntered on over to a vacant corner and baited the crowds watching, revelling in their displeasure.
Kanako masked her own irritation well, quickly composing herself after the disrespectful bait and switch, her own guard back to where it should be. Marvela greeted the young women’s professionalism with a tut and roll of her dark eyes, shrugging momentarily before returning to her own crouch.
Again the two circled, each prepared for the other to suddenly advance, before that unspoken signal rang out again for the duo to lunge towards...
Marcille sidestepped AGAIN, turning into a spin at the last moment to avoid even the notion of an genuine engagement, adding insult to injury as she swung out her palm on her way past and SPANKED Akiyama on her firm buttocks! If anything, her swift saunter away from any potential danger was even more infuriating than the last, the ‘Magnificent’ Marvel utterly amused by her own antics, holding her hands up high now as the FAWNatics rained down boos onto the squared circle.
Kanako’s irritation was now far from masked, the up and comer glaring in the direction of the crimson clad veteran, her right buttock still stinging from the swat. The demeanour of the crowd shifted dramatically the moment she began to stride forwards, jeers turning to cheers as she’d clearly had enough of the bullsh*t.
The shift in the FAWNatics attitude, however, seemed to provide the focus of their previous ire ample warning to compose herself, even as Kanako grasped her by her shoulder. Spun about as she was, the brunette curled her lip in obvious distaste before delivering a second slap, this one delivered with indignant venom as it struck the cheek of Akiyama.
The audience fell silent at the stinging rebuttal, Kanako herself backing off half a step in obvious surprise.
“Now listen here, you little twerp,” Marvela scolded with a pointed finger, “I will decide when you are relevaARHHHH!!”
Enough was enough and Akiyama was keen to prove it, first grabbing Marcille by her extended wrist before YANKING!! her forwards. Ripped off balance by the Modern Day Ronan, it was with little difficulty that the small Asian pulled her forwards into a inverted headlock before falling backwards, the tumble turning into a roll that took both young women up and over in a dizzying display.
Before Marvela knew it, she was planted firmly with her shoulders against the canvas, the rest of her divine frame curled up into a tight ball, her own buttocks pointed to the rafters and her boots tapping the mat above her own head. Worst of all, Kanako was sat atop her haunches and kept folded for an utterly humiliating pinfall...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE...
With a SCREAM!! of furious indignation, the ‘Original’ People’s Princess managed to scramble her way free, just barely avoiding the swiftest defeat of her career!
The brunette was spitting kittens when she powered back up onto her feet, turning her wrath immediately upon the unprepared Official. “TIGHTS!!” she screamed, snapping her shorts back into place as if to prove her upcoming accusation, “She was pulling my tights you blind Neanderthal!!”
The man in black and white held up his hands and, in his defence, he had seen no such infraction being committed on behalf of Akiyama, largely because such a accusation was utterly untrue, something everyone in the arena was well aware of.
Marvela pointed an accusatory finger at the referee, “Keep it up, asshole, and I’ll have your job!” she barked and turned her attention back to her opponent, walking right into an emphatic superkick, Kanako being crouched and waiting to strike pretty much since Marvela had gotten in the ref’s face. Marvela dropped like a ton of bricks and puddled at the Japanese fighter’s feet, leading to Kanako quickly covering her opponent in another pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOO!
Marvela just managed to get her shoulder up before three, but Kanako didn’t give her any time to breathe, quickly transitioning from the pin, throwing Marvela’s left arm behind her and clasping her hands across her face and pulling back as far as she can.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghZwb2pDEYw
“AAAARGGGH!!” The former People’s Princess screamed in pain. The ref leaned in to ask if she submitted, and Marvela was quick to answer, “HELL NO!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!” She then growled at her torturer, “When I get out of this, I’m gonnaaaaargh!!”
Kanako at least temporarily shut the spoiled loudmouth up with a quick pair of headbutts to the side of the head. “Talk, talk, talk…” Kanako chided, “that’s all you bitches seem to do. If you hadn’t turned your back on me, maybe you wouldn’t be in this position.”
“Shut the hell up!” Marvela growled in between shouts of pain, “Some nobody rookie doesn’t get to lecture ME on how to wrestle!” She continued to inch her way to the ropes, before Kanako suddenly released her opponent and clambered to her feet, delivering a trio of stomps to Marvela’s back, each one eliciting a painful grunt from the “original” People’s Princess. The Modern Day Ronin then grasped the back of Marvela’s head and neck, hauling her up to her feet and pushing her up against the ropes, preparing to shoot her into the ropes when Marvela shouted, “HAIR! REF, HAIR! Get her out of my hair!!”
Kanako rolled her eyes and growled, “For the love of...My hands aren’t even touching your h-” Her words were cut short as Marvela took the opportunity that her distraction provided to THUMP a knee right between her legs. Kanako slumped, wide-eyed, to the mat, gingerly cradling her nether region as a smug, satisfied smirk crossed her opponent’s lips.
“Marcille!” Merle shouted at her, “Knock off the low blows!”
The Marvelous One rolled her eyes at the referee’s admonishment, “Oh, SHE can cheat until the cows come home, but THAT you saw?” Merle had opened his mouth to point out that Kanako had done no such thing, and that the low blow was quite blatant, when Marvela put a hand up to silence the zebra, “Whatever. I see how it is.” She then proceeded to go to work, driving a knee in between Kanako’s shoulder blades, producing a yelp of pain from her prey. She followed that up with a rear chinlock as she gleefully whispered in Kanako’s ear, “The wrestling lesson begins now…” She wrenched back on the chinlock, but other than an initial grunt, Kanako suffered in stoic silence. Unsatisfied, and honestly rather annoyed, by her foe’s defiance, The Marvelous One’s hands slowly worked their way downward, from Kanako’s chin to her neck, choking her. Now, Kanako kicked and flailed at having her air passages cut off. “Oh, stop it, you big faker!” Marvela chided gleefully, “Honestly, I can’t understand why these idiots cheer for someone as underhanded as you!”
“I can clearly see you choking her.” Merle deadpanned, unamused by Marvela’s antics, before beginning a five-count, which she milked for as long as she could. Upon releasing Kanako, Marvela SMACKED the back of her head and mussed her hair before again turning her ire towards Merle.
“I am getting just a little tired of your blatant bias towards this overrated flavor of the month!” Marvela barked at him, “I’ll be filing a formal complaint first thing in the morRRRWHOAAA!”
“Didn’t learn your lesson the first time, huh, bitch?” Kanako taunted as she snaked her arms around Marvela’s waist from behind. She then popped her hips and threw the Marvelous One backwards in a German Suplex. She then rolled through it, arms still locked around Marvela’s waist and popped up to deliver a second German. Still not done, the Tokyo Tiger rolled through yet again and hauled the bigger girl up for a third German, this time bridging into a pin
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NOOOO!!
To the shock of everyone, Marvela managed to kick out of the pin at 2.999! Kanako shook her head in disbelief, holding up three fingers to Merle, who responded by shaking his head and holding up two. She quickly gathered herself, and clambered to her feet. She pushed Marvella, who was still, almost comically, in bridged pinning position, over onto her side and gave her back a swift, stiff kick to convince her to roll the rest of the way onto her tummy, albeit not without some vocal resistance. Another stomp to the small of the Marvelous One’s back, another strained yelp of pain, followed by the Modern Day Ronin straddling her foe’s back. She jumped down onto her back, eliciting yet another pained scream from Marvella, before Kanako sat back and hooked her foe’s arms over her knees. She then grasped her chin and pulls back, completing the dreaded camel clutch hold!
CAMEL CLUTCH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIGP4BjrylQ
“What do you say, Marcille? Do you wanna quit?” Merle asked from a kneeling position. Marvella could only answer with a shake of her head, as she was too busy screaming in pain. Kanako kept the pressure on, pulling back on Marvela’s chin for all she was worth.
“Yes, do be obstinate, Marcille.” Kanako growled, “For everything you’ve done to malign my honor, I’m more than willing to just sit here until your vertebrae snaps underneath me like a twig! While I’ve got you here, you’ve got some nerve calling me a nobody when you’ve done nothing yourself!”
“I’m a world champion!” The Marvelous One shot back in between howls of pain, “The youngest world champion ever!”
Kanako was quick to retort, “Yeah, somewhere else! I don’t know if you ever deigned to notice, but this is FAWN, not some backwater European wrestling league. Whatever you’ve done, as soon as you step through FAWN’s doors, that life may as well have never existed. No one cares what you did somewhere else, Marcille. Here, you’re just the answer to a trivia question! A newbie, just like me! A nobody!”
That was the last straw. The “Original” People’s Princess growled and spat angrily. “How...fucking...DARE YOU??!!” Summoning all the strength and energy she had left, Marvela slowly stood up, carrying the diminutive Japanese girl on her back, despite Kanako’s protests. She then jumped backwards, splattering the Tokyo Tiger in between the mat and Marcille herself. She then slowly rolled across the stunned Japanese fighter’s body, seemingly barely able to make the cover, but still managing to hook a leg.
ONE!....”Hey!”
TWO!....”HEY!!”
TH-NOOOO!
Kanako managed to kick out just after the two-count and quickly scrambled to her feet. The then made a beeline for Merle, getting right into his face, “What the hell was that?!”
“Oh, come on, Kanako,” the weary-looking zebra pleaded, “not you too!”
“Well, I’m sorry, Merle,” she continued on her tirade, “but how did you NOT see that huge handful of tights she had?!”
Merle shrugged and begged off, “I’m sorry. I can’t call what I don’t - LOOK OUUUUPH!”
What Merle had unsuccessfully tried to warn Kanako about was the fact that Marvela had gotten to her feet and was approaching. Upon getting within striking distance, she delivered a beautiful standing dropkick to Kanako’s back, sending her crashing into Merle and causing the back of his head to smash into the middle turnbuckle, turning his lights out. Both women were also sprawled out on the mat, exhausted. It was Marvela that stirred first, slowly making her way to her knees, assisted by the bottom and middle ropes. She surveyed the scene before her and she grinned wide. As Kanako finally stirred and began her own struggle to her feet, the Marvelous One rolled out of the ring and grabbed the chair the timekeeper was sitting on, after barking at him to get out of the way. She then rolled into the ring and stalked her prey, waiting for the Modern Day Ronin to get to her feet. As soon as she was upright - Merle had also begun to come around - the Marvellous One reared back with the chair and…
...slammed it down on the mat as hard as she could, producing a loud BANG. Before Kanako could process what was happening, Marvella tossed the chair to her, which she caught out of reflex, and then crumpled to the mat in a heap as if she had just been shot. Kanako was still staring at the chair quizzically when Merle finally shook the cobwebs loose and looked at the scene before him in shock.
“What are you doing?!” Merle demanded, as it slowly dawned on Kanako what was happening. Merle heard the BANG, and now sees Marvella down and out on the mat, with Kanako holding a steel chair. It didn’t take much to figure out what Merle was thinking, and Kanako vehemently shook her head and quickly threw the chair down. Even the audience figured out that Merle put two and two together and came up with five, as the vast majority of the FAWN faithful had begun shouting “NO!” at him, trying to convince him that Kanako was innocent. “I thought you were better than this, Kanako!” Merle pointed an accusatory finger at her.
“Merle, I didn’t!” Kanako pleaded, “You have to believe me!” But it was no use, Merle had made up his mind.
“Ring the bell!” Merle shouted to the timekeeper, whom complied with the order. Kanako held her head, eyes wide with disbelief as the announcement came over the PA.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, as a result of a disqualification...MARVELLA MARCILLE!!”
The fans let Merle know what they thought of the decision, raining boos down upon the ring. Kanako, for her part, looked like she was about to cry out of frustration and disappointment.
“How? How could you fall for such an obvious trick? Have I EVER used a steel chair in my matches?”
Merle was unmoved, “There’s a first time for everything. I thought you were better than that, but I guess I was wrong.” he answered, with disappointment in his voice.
“Excuse me,” Marvella interjected with a smug grin, having gotten to her feet at the sound of the bell, “but you need to get out of my ring and let the referee raise my hand, loser!” On a dime, Kanako’s expression flipped, from distraught to enraged. Without a word, or even a backwards glance, she uncorked a wicked superkick that put Marvella back on the mat in a flash.
SUPERKICK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Rsu_kiz31Q
She wasn’t done at that though. She may have lost this match, albeit unfairly, but she would be damned if she was going to let this bitch rub it in her face. She climbed to the top and delivered a picture perfect example of her graceful but brutal Run Her Through finisher.
RUN HER THROUGH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXngOM-Lp7g
Marvella groaned in agony and rolled around on the mat, clutching her midsection. Kanako gave her a final parting shot, in the form of a stiff slap to the face. “Raise your own hand, bitch!” She then turned her attention back to Merle, who was understandably nervous, backing up to the ropes, hands up and palms out. She strode over to him and stuck a finger in his face. “And you,” she began, still spitting venom, “when you watch this match back, you...are going to feel very stupid, and rightfully so.” And with that, she stormed out of the ring, leaving a visibly shaken Merle to withstand the fans’ vitriol, as it dawned on him that he may have just made a huge mistake.