Post by bigfan on Apr 3, 2018 19:08:22 GMT
The voice booms through the arena's P.A.: "This next match has a one hour time limit, and is for the FAWN Tag Team Championship! Introducing first..."
It is at this moment that another, shriller voice pierces through the air. "Cut the damn music!" snarls Yuko Ogura as she emerges from behind the curtain, brandishing her own wireless microphone. She is garbed in her signature attire of 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. Her diminutive yet well-sculpted legs are clad in whalenet stockings leading to black business pumps, and atop her long chestnut-colored locks is a black fedora...the very essence of Asian gangster chic.
[YUKO OGURA]
That there is as of yet no music playing to cut is just a minor technicality. Any intro song that may have been playing would in an instant have been drowned out by the chorus of boos and jeers from the thousands-strong crowd. Ogura wants attention and she now has it. Ignoring the protestations of the audience, she begins to slowly saunter her way down the aisle toward the ring, once more bringing the microphone to her lips.
"When my Samurai and my Little Dragon destroyed the Kanes for the belts, the whole world knew that they are the greatest tag team in all of wrestling!"
The mention of AI's triumph over the Riuil Kanes is sufficient to spark a new cacophony of jeers. Ogura waits for it to subside somewhat before continuing.
"And as befits such greatness, I went to FAWN and told them to be certain to only book my Invasion against challengers of the very best caliber, so that Reiko and Seah can demonstrate their magnificence by beating the best there is."
"But did FAWN do this? Did FAWN say, 'The Asian Invasion are the greatest tag team in all of wrestling, and they deserve only the very best'?"
There is a long pause as the Invasion manager's eyes scan the crowd and cast a contemptuous glare.
"Īe...no! Instead of worthy challengers, my Samurai and my Little Dragon must waste their time against the...the..." She looks upward, as if searching for a word. "What are they called again? Ah, yes...the Herrions." A smile upticks the corners of her mouth as she is amused by how she’s mocked these Gaijin by pretending to fall prey to their witless 'Oriental' stereotype of being incapable of pronouncing the English letter 'L', and in so doing she belittles the Hellions as well.
"In Japan, we know much about America. We know New York...yo, I'm mad trippin', na'mean?"
The crowd is actually dumbfounded by Ogura's eerily accurate vocal impression of a Nawker.
"We know Chicago." Pointing the index finger of her free hand as if it were a gun, she suddenly barks, "Rat-a-tat-tat!"
Continuing her journey Westward, she says, "We know LA...like, gnarly dudes!" This last remark is accompanied by a 'hang loose' shaka sign of a fist with the thumb and pinky extended.
"And the rest of America?" She lets the question hang in the air unanswered for the space of several long heartbeats.
Lowering her voice an octave, the She-Shogun sneers indecorously, "Hillbillies." With a slow sweep of her arm before her, her eyes fixed on some faraway point, she repeats in a voice barely above a whisper, "Hillbillies, as far as the eye can see...!"
She and the crowd snap out of their odd reverie when she scornfully continues, "And the two biggest hillbillies in FAWN will now share the ring with my Invasion? Two insignificant gnats whom we have already destroyed! This is a travesty! I demand that those two unworthy Gaijin forfeit the match right now, so that my champions do not have to sully themselves!"
Before the crowd can unleash its full roar of disapproval, the tones of AC/DC's "Hell's Bells" comes crashing through the PA, and a near-deafening cheer erupts. The curtains tear open, and out stalk Ivy Armstrong and Cynthia Mitchell. 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.
[IVY ARMSTRONG]
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.
[CYNTHIA MICTHELL]
The second generation sirens advance steadily down the aisle. Ogura, who had by now reached ringside, rolls under the ropes into the ring itself. Rather than display a reasonable degree of concern as the Hellions draw closer, Yuko gives a satisfied smile, seemingly daring the challengers to make an example of her before turning their efforts on the titleholders.
So focused are Cynthia and Ivy on the manager, they fail to take note of the sudden shouts of warning from the fans, as two figures erupt from behind the curtain and race down the aisle, swiftly overtaking the unsuspecting Hellions.
Holding their ten pounds of leather and gold aloft, Reiko Ohno and Seah Sin bring the belts crashing down on the back of the skulls of their opponents, and the Southern starlets drop to their hands and knees with pained grunts, their senses dulled.
[REIKO OHNO]
[SEAH SIN]
The Invaders trot over to the ring, where they hand their coveted belts to Yuko, then they return to their stunned rivals. Grabbing the Hellions by crimson and chestnut manes, they haul them up to unsteady feet and drag them to the ring. Meanwhile, Ogura turns to the referee and snaps, "Ring the bell!"
Faced with the sudden start of the match, the zebra has no choice but to call for the opening clang, and the match is on.
The Invaders, apparently not wanting to choose which Southern-fried loser they want to maim first, throw both redhead and brunette into the squared circle, Reiko tossing in Ivy and Seah doing the same with Cynthia. As the Hellions roll to a stop center stage, the champs slide in and pop to their feet. They charge at the rising challengers.
Realizing there’s not enough time for a proper response, Mitchell and Armstrong remain bent at the waist as the wrestlers from the Far East sprint toward them. Pushing their palms into the front of either Invader’s thighs when they arrive, the second generation superstars send Seah and Reiko flipping HIGH into the air with a pair of back body drops.
The Invaders crash to earth, SLAMMING down on their backbones. Still, the champs scramble to their collective feet and spin to face the Hellions, only to have Cynthia and Ivy clothesline their foes to the deck. If not from hell, the scythe-like swings are from the vicinity and each Invader is left on her back, staring blankly into the rafters.
The Bama Slamma and the Carolina Catalyst slap their right hands together and share a shake between the waylaid Asians. Hand still locked, they drop, each woman delivering an elbow to the cleft of her foe’s bosom, Ivy jabbing her point into Reiko while Cynthia does the same to Seah.
Yuko’s troops shudder up to seated positions from the heart-stopping elbows, faces twisting in pain. Cyn and Ivy lace their fingers again and use each other to pull up to vertical. They do-si-do like a pair of square dancers to switch victims, This time the twosome flatten their respective foes with soccer kicks and lower simultaneous leg drops across the throats of the Invaders, sending the Japanese and Korean grapplers into fitful spasms.
Outside, Yuko can hardly believe things have crashed and burned so quickly and completely. Where before Ogura was happy with the free-for-all, now the Invasion general demands order be restored and one of the Dixie-fied gaijin be tossed from the ring.
When the ref is slow to produce results, the tiny businesswoman leaps to the apron shouting demands. A rising Ivy and Cynthia nod at each other and turn into stereo superkicks to the chin of the manager, sending Yuko flying. Ogura lands near the steel barricade, sliding partially under, the Napoleon of FAWN Waterloo-ed into a semiconscious state.
Apparently deciding removing the Invasion’s general from the equation for the foreseeable future is a fair exchange for the Pearl Harbor job the Invaders pulled to start the match, the ref demands one of the Hellions depart. Ivy raises a right hand and volunteers to take her spot next to the ringpost.
As Seah and Reiko use each other to crawl to their feet, the most heralded of the Mitchell clan isn’t about to wait for one of her targets to be ushered out. Mitchell strides to each Asian and sinks a set of talons into the ebony locks of each. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, the Cynful One draws the noggins of Reiko and Seah wide from each other, only to forcefully BANG them together, forehead clunking against forehead.
As Reiko staggers away in a u-turn, bumbling toward her corner, Seah genuflects in front of the rampaging Carolina Catalyst, dark eyes crossing. Sin takes a wild swing that finds nothing but air, Mitchell waiting patiently for the Little Dragon to rise. Once her foe is on her feet, Mitchell springs into action, racing toward the dazed Korean. Cynthia leaps while wrapping an arm around the Invader’s braincase and when the Charlotte native lays out and SPIKES Seah’s skull into the deck with her Carolina Blues, there seems little doubt the Invasion has been overrun in this rematch.
Carolina Blues (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tXjmTPxmUo )
As Sin flops to her back from the force of the collision, the blue-eyed bruiser slides atop her demolished foe, hooking Sin’s far leg for the remarkable pin and win at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Seah kicks free with the official’s palm a few inches from the canvas. Sin slides to her side but can manage nothing more, eyes glassy. Reiko’s made it to her station but she remains on her ass in recovery mode. The same is true of Yuko, who reclines against the barricade, trying to blink her 145 IQ back in place so she can reform her Invaders before they’re routed from the field by the challengers.
Mitchell has no such comeback plans for the reeling Sin.
When Seah shows she has something left, pushing Cynthia away when the brunette tries to rip the Korean to her feet, Mitchell turns and races for the ropes. She rebounds and BURIES the ascending Seah with a Sick Kick the levels the Little Dragon.
Sick Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lnh3ys8Bpso )
Apparently with enough senses to realize the FAWN long-timer would be going for another pin, Sin manages to roll to her chest, but that only affords the second generation superstar another opportunity.
The Cynful One drops to her backside in front of the dazed Invader. She tugs Seah toward her, wrapping her alabaster stems around the head of the Asian, Sin’s chin resting on her crotch.
Knowing a fateful situation is being crafted by the challenger, Seah bucks her legs to try and escape the cinching scissors of Cynthia, but the attempt only allows a leaning Mitchell to snatch one of the thrusting legs at the ankle. Pulling the left lower limb of her foe toward her, Cynthia secures her Mortal Cyn.
Mortal Cyn (http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/drufan/?action=view¤t=AHW_131.jpg )
Captured in a maneuver that had drained everyone from Kylie Sanders to Olivia Dare to Shea freakin’ London into an eventual loss, Seah flails as much as she’s able, but Mitchell seems comfortable in turning the Korean into a pretzel.
Reiko can tell her partner might be stuck in a Cyn from which she can’t escape. The Yokohama native slides through the ropes and breaks the hold with a boot to the base of the brunette’s spine.
Not taking kindly to the entry of the Ninja, the Bama Slamma makes her own invitation to the cotillion. She enters and sends Reiko flat to the canvas with a picture perfect drop kick to the Invader’s chin. Situation righted, the redhead scurries back to her rightful spot and calls out to her fellow hellion to let her have some quality time with the Little Dragon and clip the bytch’s wings.
Cynthia nods with a smile. She sinks her nails into the scalp of Seah and leads her foe to the Hellion corner like a dog on a leash, Sin heeling next to Mitchell on all fours until Cynthia tags in the smirking auburn-maned hellcat.
Not surprisingly, Cynthia’s tardy to leave and the duo, without Yuko around to complain about the double-team, bully Seah to the midway down the ropes and fling her away in a double whip that sends the champ sprinting to the opposite cables. As she hits, Cynthia and Ivy, hand in hand, race to meet her with a long, double-wide clothesline, ready to decapitate the Korean.
Seah ducks under the attempt to remove head from body and all three women continue on, running to the cables in front of them. As Sin bounds off the strands once more, the MIA manager makes her presence felt, slipping an arm around an ankle of each Hellion as they turn, tripping each to the deck, Ivy and Cynthia landing face-first.
While Yuko hands over the job of yanking Mitchell out of the ring to Reiko, a battered and angry Sin leaps and drops an elbow into the back of Ivy braincase, slamming the redhead’s flawless features into the thinly-sheathed plywood for the second time in a second.
Deciding that the canvas was made for the Alabamian's face, Sin regains her feet and bends down, grabbing Ivy's hair at the scalp. She pulls the yelping gal's head and upper body up; planting her boot at the base of Armstrong's skull, Seah then releases her opponent's hair while simultaneously pressing down with her foot, delivering a curb stomp that leaves the 'Bama Slamma dazed and moaning.
A hair haul rips the mewling redhead upright, and an Irish whip sends her spine crashing into the turnbuckle of the nearest corner, arms draped over the top cables to keep her from collapsing. Dashing to the opposite corner, the Korean Invader turns and races toward her target, flinging herself forward and for a spear to the bread basket that causes Ivy's eyes to bulge wide, air rushing from her lungs as if expelled by a bellows.
Things were no better for her fellow Hellion. Indeed, it was quantifiably worse, for at least Armstrong had the protection...such as it is...of the referee. Down on the ringside floor, Cynthia Mitchell lacked even that slender thread of salvation.
Reiko starts softening her up with an Irish whip into the metal steps, the impact causing a cringe-inducing CLANG that leaves the Carolinian clutching her now-aching left shoulder. But she is granted no respite as the Invader hair hauls her back up to unsteady stems, and then whips her again, this time into the steel ring post. Mitchell's glazed eyes loll in their sockets as she stumbles away.
It is at this point that Ogura decides it is safe enough to add her own personal touch. With a sinister leer on her face, she approaches the Hellion, and with a shrieking "HAI-AY!", she delivers a karate chop squarely to the brunette's forehead. She repeats with a flurry of chops, driving the dazed Cynthia staggering backward until, under the barrage, she finally sinks to her knees. Yuko shakes her right hand vigorously, trying to dispel the ache she inflicted on herself, and simultaneously steps behind the punchdrunk American. And from behind, the She-Shogun curls her finely-manicured fingers and sinks them into Mitchell's trapezius muscles, causing the brunette to whine loudly from the painful nerve hold.
The idea of revenge, both for themselves and Cynthia’s sister, are long gone for the Hellions under the withering assault from the Asians, the Invaders looking every bit the well-oiled machine Miss Ogura promised them to be.
And while Yuko continues to work her brutal shiatsu into Mitchell’s right shoulder, drawing a half-lidded grimace and meek mewl from Cynthia, Sin grabs the middle ropes on either side of the corner and continues to dig into the ivory midriff of Armstrong. Seah folds the redhead around her invading shoulder a half-dozen times before pulling back and absorbing the sight of the bent and gagging Ivy.
Seah lifts a knee, dissecting the emerald eyes of the Alabaman with the bony joint. Armstrong’s head snaps back, the veteran taking a seat on the canvas, infamous stems extended in front of her, head wobbling on a loosened neck.
From the outside, Yuko, having turned Cynthia into a spasming, drooling mess with her nerve pinch inserted for nearly a minute, calls out to her legal Invader while shoving off the dilapidated brunette to Reiko. Demanding an action in her mother tongue, Seah, an old hand at Japanese in addition to Korean and English, strides for the opposite corner to the sprawled, lounging redhead. With a predatory grin, Sin closes the gap in a sprint across the canvas.
She launches with legs extended in front of her, looking to bust the Bama bronco, but Ivy drops to a shoulder and rolls out of harm’s way. A bug-eyed Seah flies between the buckles, her crotch slamming into the cold, hard steel of the ringpost instead of Ivy’s mug.
The Korean’s face is one of abject anguish. Slowly, she slips her hands to where the juncture of her thighs rammed the iron beam. She pushes off and drops to her back, collapsing into a fetal ball with a disbelieving Ogura watching on, speechless.
Beside her, Reiko parries blows with Mitchell, Cynthia showing signs of life in so much as she’s able to defend herself. The manager races around the corner to get in range of the ginger gaijin. She snatches an ankle of Ivy’s and tugs Armstrong out under the bottom rope. The second-generation star manages to land on her feet and keep them there.
Inside, Seah grabs at the ref’s shins to try and climb out of her cocoon and make it to her haunches. With the official distracted, Sin all over him, Yuko draws back a balled right hand, aiming it for Ivy’s chin, but the veteran blocks with a left forearm and SMASHES a right into Ogura’s cheek.
The tiny manager spins like a top from the force of the blow, the Bama Slamma catching her by a shoulder after a half-turn. Ivy wraps her arms around the golden tummy of the businesswoman from behind and lifts her foe heavenward. She genuflects on the floor, DRIVING the plank of her upper thigh DEEP into Yuko’s privates. Ogura launches from the collision like she’s rocket-propelled from the inverted Atomic Drop, hands shooting to her bruised undercarriage.
The dirtiest player in the game having crotched a pair of Invaders, one by commission and one by omission, Armstrong climbs to the apron’s edge and dives into the confines. She rises to all fours and crawls to her foe, peeling Sin away from the official.
With both woman rising to kneeling positions, they fire away, both choosing to level backhand chops at each other’s chests, the reverberating SMACKS echoing and drawing many a WOO from the crowd.
In the boonies, Cynthia, only having to deal with one Invader, turns the tide on Ohno. Mitchell uses a simple but effective suplex to vault the Invader up and over, sending a pulse of pain through Reiko’s spinal column, the Yokohama native arching in agony after hitting the thinly-padded cement.
Mitchell, battle-weary to be sure, decides walking around the ring to get back to her corner is too long a trek. She slides into the squared circle instead, pushing to her knees and ‘walking’ over to the two legal combatants then making the chop-fest a three-way.
With Seah accumulating two blistering backhands per the one she supplies to Ivy, the Korean is quickly overwhelmed. She’s left red-chested, thighs folding atop calves as she’s bent over with a BIG double-swat from the Hellions. Using each other to pull up, Cynthia and Ivy each grab a wrist of Sin and tug their foe to vertical, the ref only halfheartedly admonishing them after all the mayhem the Invasion has brought throughout.
The Hellions bully Sin to the ropes behind her and send her sprinting to the opposite cables with a double whip. Seah rebounds out of the rubber-coated steel at full speed and she can’t hit the brakes before they are provided for her with a double-barreled big boot from Mitchell and Armstrong. The Korean’s leg fly in front of her as her braincase RAMS into the raised feet of the challengers then collides with the canvas.
Deciding to give the Invader a going away present, Cynthia snatches an ankle and motions for Ivy to do the same. The women easily read each other’s minds after being so close for so long. The partners lay out in opposite directions and force Seah into an agonizing set of splits that threatens to rip Sin’s groin muscles to shreds. The Invader howls in pain, grasping at her golden-brown inner thighs.
The count finally placed upon her by the zebra, Cynthia heads for the exit while Reiko helps a still waddling Yuko back into place in the Invasion corner.
With something approaching order restored, Ivy sinks her ruby-tipped nails into the ebony locks of the Invader and drags Sin up to stooped feet. The redhead settles beside the champ and lifts a knee to Seah’s temple. Armstrong locks up the Korean’s far arm with both of hers and lays out, DRIVING her knee into the side of Seah’s skull with Mama Knows Best.
Mama Knows Best (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJmrOSHMhwI )
The rocked Sin shudders and falls still in a wide spreadeagle. A half-recovered Yuko demands her Little Dragon fly to safety but Ivy’s immediately there with the cover in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Seah kicks free, rolling to a shoulder, her face pointed toward the Invasion corner, but unfortunately several steps away from Ohno’s outstretched arm.
Armstrong again collects a handful of dark locks, rises to her feet and leads the titleholder on an embarrassing four-legged crawl to the Hellions’ corner, some lucky FAWNatics enjoying the sight of Sin’s raised rear end as she makes the forced trip.
With Seah in her control with one hand, Ivy tags in her longtime partner with the other, but she’s not quite done. Yanking Seah up and stuffing her in the corner to the sound of a shrieking Yuko over her shoulder, Ivy has the Cynful One grab Sin’s left arm at the wrist and Mitchell folds it behind the champ. With the way cleared, Ivy balls her right hand and sends the fist like a lightning bolt into the cleft of Sin’s modest bosom.
The heart punch defibrillates the Korean’s bloodpumper, her dark eyes rolling white as she drunkenly staggers by the smirking Ivy. With the tracking Mitchell hot on the trail of the shuddering Sin, the Little Dragon takes a header center stage before Cynthia has to concern herself with stopping a tag to Yuko’s ninja.
Pacing back and forth at ringside, Ogura is nearly apoplectic, shrieking in her native tongue at Seah to get up...at Ohno to 'do something', at the ref to disqualify the Hellions, at the fans to "SHUT UP!" And although the words she speaks are lost on the vast majority of those present, their meaning is clear, and they serve to inflame the crowd even more as they rain a torrent of boos and jeers on the titleholders, and cheer on their challengers.
At the moment, devotees of the Hellions have much to cheer about. Having captured each of her foe’s limbs and thrown herself onto her back, Cynthia’s trapped Sin in a Mexican Surfboard, offering the Asian up to the wrestling gods like a sacrifice. And although Mitchell is hardly a powerhouse, her adversary is light enough for the second gen sweetheart to press her up and down, as if she were doing reverse push-ups; the motion increases the pressure on Seah's joints, and causes her to howl in agonized protest.
But although the referee asks several times, the Korean steadfastly refuses to submit. Clearly, whatever anguish she is suffering now pales in comparison to the fury of her manager should she forfeit the belts by surrender. Realizing she wasn't going to get her entrapped victim to give up anytime soon, and starting to feel the strain of holding her foe aloft, Cynthia throws Seah to the mat, then sits up to rest for a few moments, as she still feels the effects of the thrashing she took at ringside earlier.
Finally she climbs to her feet and, filling her fists with the jet black hair of her adversary, peels the Asian up off of the canvas. Steadying the Invader on uncertain stems, Mitchell balls her right fist, gives it a kiss for luck, and delivers a European Uppercut that violently snaps Seah’s head backward with a spray of perspiration. The tag champ reels but impressively does not collapse, though her glazed eyes make it plain she's just getting by on fumes at the moment. In the Hellions’ corner, Ivy raises her arms overhead and claps in support of her partner.
Stepping up to her stunned opponent, Cyn forces Sin to double over at the waist with a toe kick, setting the stage for a suplex. However, the Korean suddenly wraps her arms around her oppressor’s waist and, clumsily yet effectively, manages to turn the two of them more or less around. Then, digging her boots into the mat for traction, the Little Dragon calls upon what scant ergs of power she has left to muscle the startled Hellion backward. It's only a half-dozen steps or so...but that's just enough for Reiko, standing on the bottom cable, to reach into the ring and grab Mitchell by the hair, yanking her into the corner.
And even as Seah lunges toward her partner to make the legal tag, their manager down on the arena floor craftily reaches up between the ropes to grab Cynthia around the leg, preventing her from escaping the corner. The referee, naturally enough, sees nothing. From her berth across the ring, Armstrong wails to try and draw his attention to the flagrant disregard of the rules, unsuccessfully so, however.
With Ohno brimming with vim and vigor, now the lawful Invader in the ring, Cynthia faces an entirely different opponent than the battered Sin. Mitchell manages to pull her leg free of the She-Shogun's grasp, but that action distracts her for the barest instant which Reiko needs to strike, and strike she does: a finger knife jab to the solar plexus leaves the brunette wide-eyed and gasping. A similar jab to the windpipe causes her to gasp wheezily for breath. The zebra orders the Japanese battler to take the action out of the corner and a handful of Mitchell's chestnut brown hair is used to pull her closer to the center of the ring. Anxious to regain the upper hand, Cynthia throws a wild right fist toward her foe's face, but Ohno ducks it, and the momentum causes the Hellion to spin around.
A heartbeat later, Reiko cups her hands around the North Carolinian's chin; she then jumps up, pulling her legs in tight as her knees press against her opponent's back. Gravity sends them backward to the mat and, when they hit, very nearly the full brunt of the impact travels through Ohno's knees into Cyn's back with a lungblower.
The force of the impact sends Mitchell flying up off of Reiko and flopping to the canvas, where she rolls side to side, emitting a sound that's half groan/half whine. Ohno scrambles to her hands and knees and leaps upon her adversary, hooking a leg for the pin...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOO!
At the last possible instant, Mitchell kicks out, getting a shoulder up off of the mat.
As Yuko wails at the official and Reiko give him a laser-like stare, the stubborn Cynthia rolls to her chest and pushes to all fours next to the seated Asian. Not wanting the most accomplished Mitchell to tag her ginger genius of a partner, Ogura’s ninja kips to her feet and sidles in front of the brunette as her foe rises.
With Cynthia still bent as she ascends from the canvas, Reiko stuffs Mitchell’s head between her golden thighs and wraps her arms around the gulping tummy of the Carolina Catalyst. Launching the Cynful One in a flip up her frame, Ohno momentarily catches the second-gen superstar across her right shoulder then shifts her into a backpack position, each elbow locking with Cynthia’s to secure a spine-torturing Gory Lock.
Gory Lock (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oYvSLV7ZYE )
Adjusting her grip so she has control of all four limbs to finish the submission, Reiko leeeeans forward to dial up the pressure on Cynthia’s vertebrae. The Invader draws breathy groans from the brunette and a look of worry from Armstrong.
“Whaddya say?” the ref asks.
Mitchell shakes her head, grunting out a loud ‘NO’ that gets louder in defiance of Reiko stretching her arms out to force a crucifix position and wring a little more out of the challenger before releasing and laying out SMASHING Cynthia beneath in a face-down Mitchell sandwich.
The Japanese grappler scrambles to Cyn’s side and shovels Mitchell to her back, climbing atop her foe in a crossbody pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOO!
Again, the veteran acts on over a decade of instinct to shove a shoulder up and keep the dream to become a tag champion for the first time since she was a part of FAWN’s initial title team with her sister Sophie alive.
Reiko is far less interested in history. Already on her feet, she drags Mitchell to her feet with a double-barreled grip on the brunette’s braincase, bullying Cynthia up but keeping her doubled over with a clubbing blow to her foe’s back.
Turning her back to the Carolina Catalyst, Reiko collects a pair of underhooks, pressing the crown of Cynthia’s head to the base of her spine. When Ohno spins and bends, Cynthia’s braced atop the champ’s shoulders. The Invader sits out and rattles Mitchell’s spinal column with the Ninja Backbreaker.
Ninja Backbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCvI2p5dHr8 )
A grimacing Cynthia spasms as she flops away from the impact, ending a mewling mess, looking like she wants no more of the Asian. She makes a move toward the poised Ivy, but Ohno intervenes and decides, with Yuko’s loud approval, it’s time to end the Hellions for good.
Reiko forces a ragdolled Mitchell to rise and again she forces Mitchell’s noggin between her stems. The ninja draws a thumb across her throat, confirming her ‘Ohno She Didn’ would put the lights out on the legacy once and for all.
Ohno She Didn (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wsAKfLQbUc )
But in the time it takes to guarantee Cyn is finished, the ivory arms of the challenger wrap around Reiko’s thighs before the joshi can secure another set of underhooks. Mitchell lifts, launches and deposits Reiko with a back body drop, Ohno’s back getting to feel the abuse. The ninja’s lids clench as she reaches for the base of her backbone after the loud landing.
Still, the champion powers through the pain, forcing her way up. It’s a slow ascent, but the Yokohama native makes it to vertical and turns to face her challenger and regain control.
THWUMP!
A poised Mitchell, having damn near removed many a head in her time, nearly does so again with a pinpoint superkick that craaacks under the chin of the Invader, straightening Reiko like a board and sending her to deck starfished before she touches the canvas with a resounding crash.
Second wind in her sails, Cynthia passes on a pin and instead drags the damaged champion to her feet. Mitchell spins behind Reiko, wrapping an arm around Ohno’s throat from behind in a backhand grip for a dragon sleeper. But Cynthia has something more impactful in mind.
Showing she’s as limber as any ingénue, Cynthia lifts a leg high, draping it across Reiko’s throat then forces her foe down, crushing the ninja’s windpipe with her signature Cardinal Cyn.
Cardinal Cyn (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eu3bOHMtcDA&feature=player_embedded )
Cynthia keeps the stem across Reiko’s throat and shoulders for the pinning predicament and the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Ohno shoves a shoulder up to the surprise of the second-generation superstar. The ‘main’ member of the Mitchell clan helps Yuko’s ninja to her feet with a nasty tug of her foe’s arm, then tries to remove the limb from its socket with a buggywhip action on the limb once Reiko reaches vertical. Cynthia wrings it out a second and third time, sending the reeling Invader to one knee, Ohno placing her right palm on the left shoulder socket to give the joint more support.
Mitchell draws her foe up and cinches Reiko’s trapped arm tight in a hammerlock on the already aching left wing. The Carolina beauty bullies Ohno to the ropes and forces her upper body between the middle and top ropes. Releasing her grip on the Invader’s wrist, Cyn takes up another under Reiko’s chin. She pulls back the golden-skinned grappler and lays waste to the chest of the ninja with a series of hammer blows.
Hammer Blows (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTsMzV_ZO_A )
Ohno arches in pain, grimacing, lids clenched as the meaty thumps of forearm to chest accumulate to an even ten-spot, the FAWNatics counting along for the last several. Worn from the bombardment, Mitchell backs away at the ref’s insistence and draws in a couple deep breaths. She turns and offers a wave at the flustered Invasion general as Reiko removes herself from between the ropes.
With her foe extricating, Cynthia moves in for more fun. But a blind mule kick from the Invader digs DEEP into her navel, doubling Cynthia at the waist, her baby blues bulging, lips forming a quivering ‘O’.
Turning, Reiko lands three wicked backhand chops to Mitchell’s cleavage in succession then snatches a wrist and whips Cynthia to Invasion territory, the brunette turning into a back-first collision with the buckles. Energized, Ohno races to her home base and leaps toward her foe from several feet away. Collapsing into a tight ball, a tucked and airborne Reiko RAMS into Cynthia’s bosom with a splashing double-knee lift.
Earthbound once more, Ohno leans into the sagging Cynthia to keep Mitchell upright. Within easy reach of her partner, Reiko slaps hands with an eager Seah. Sin vaults over the top rope and both Invaders sprint toward Ivy in the opposite corner. Each spins in turn, staying just outside the redhead’s reach. The Little Dragon charges and takes flight first, providing a mini-splash, crushing Cynthia beneath a diminutive but destructive Korean avalanche. As Seah slides to the side and through the cables, Mitchell drops to a seat on the canvas, legs extended, head sloshing about on a rubber neck.
Reiko quickly advances and takes advantage, launching with legs in a slightly parted ‘V’ as she CRUNCHES her crotch into Mitchell’s face, her taut Asian ass SLAMMING into Cynthia’s chest again and again in a bronco busting more akin to the Wild West than the Far East. Still, Ohno does it extremely well, leaving Cynthia a flaccid, hot mess after a dozen thrusts.
Reiko grabs an ankle and drags the gobsmacked Cynthia away from the corner several feet, cavewoman-style, dropping a lifeless leg and motioning Seah toward the splayed carcass.
Already high atop the AI corner, Sin rockets off her perch, the Little Dragon soaring toward her target, pulling into a tight tuck at her zenith, then getting froggy as she SPLASHES down across the Cynthia’s tummy for the…
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TWO…
Mitchell kicks out of trouble, flopping to her side under the slightly raised torso of the Invader. Sin gets an earful from the unhappy Ogura and the Korean takes out her frustration with her boss on the challenger, pounding spiteful forearms into Cyn’s belly and ribs before moving to a front straddle of the brunette’s midriff and whacking away on her foe’s jaw and temples with rights and lefts, Mitchell doing her best to cover up from the onslaught.
Firing away until Yuko is satisfied and silent, the Invader relents and rises. Striding to her partner, she tags in Reiko. Ohno enters and breaks into a sprint, shooting right past the downed Mitchell to the Hellion corner. The ninja NAILS Ivy with a forearm shiver, the veteran caught by surprise by the cunning Invader.
Knocked to the floor but landing on her feet, Armstrong checks her jacked jaw. The furious Bama Slamma turns and slides under the ropes. She scrambles to her feet only to get a stomp to the left knee from Reiko that forces the redhead to genuflect in front of the Japanese grappler. Ohno knocks Ivy flat with a spinning roundhouse kick to the brainstem that sends Armstrong face first to the canvas.
Spinning Roundhouse Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2owUv3qSIk )
It’s perfect timing for Reiko, who’s able to turn and find a rising Cynthia, the Carolina Catalyst trying to shake out some cobwebs. Reiko sinks her nails into Mitchell’s scalp. Turning, the ninja finds Armstrong pushing up and drags the stumbling Cynthia to her teammate. With Ivy halfway to vertical, Ohno digs her opposite set of talons into the Slamma’s ruby locks, the Invader now with two Hellions by the tail.
Drawing the heads of the partners away from each other, Reiko reverses course with the coconuts, meaning to thrust them together for a Southern-fried, noggin knocking. But each Hellion raises a boot and uses her leg as a brake against her partner, stopping Reiko from calling a meeting of the minds.
Each challenger turns to face the startled Ohno with a Cheshire grin when Reiko releases her handfuls of hair and jabs a thumb into the eye of each Hellion. With Ivy and Cynthia half-blinded and cursing, Ohno recovers a fistful of each challenger’s mop and BANGS THEIR FOREHEADS TOGETHER. Mitchell and Armstrong ricochet away in opposite directions, Ivy dropping to a knee after a 180-spin while Cynthia manages to remain upright and swaying.
Reiko presses her palm into Mitchell’s right shoulder and spins the brunette to face her. She dips and ‘hups’ a stunned Cynthia across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
Showing strength of which Sayuki would be proud, the ninja shoots the Cynful One high into the air off one side and THROWS her down into the canvas with a ring-rattling collision courtesy her Yokohama Mama.
Yokohama Mama (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=daAqkUVl6Io )
With the Hellion on her back, Reiko snatches both legs and rolls up Cynthia’s flaccid frame, curling the demolished Mitchell into a tight cradle, the Invaders about to pin a Mitchell for the second month in a row with the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Cynthia’s instincts kick in and she saves herself in time. However, insurance comes in the way of FAWN’s biggest Crimson Tide fan, Armstrong diving and dropping a double axhandle between the dark eyes of the Asian, making sure Belle’s Hellions won’t suffer an agonizing second loss to the Invasion with gold on the line.
With Yuko on the sidelines going ballistic at the Slamma’s interference, she directs a partially recovered Seah through the ropes to even the odds against. Once inside, the Korean grappler spins into a vicious back fist toward a rising Armstrong’s nose, the impact payback for the redheaded challenger’s earlier heart punch to her chest. But Armstrong dips beneath the backhand swing.
With the whiff missing her by an inch, Ivy drives a toe kick into the golden tummy of the Asian, gutting the Invader and doubling her over at the waist. Armstrong instantly pivots, reaching over her right shoulder and locking a ¾ facelock around Sin’s skull.
The Bama Slamma sits outs and SoCo Stuns Seah into next week, the Korean launched from the chin-to-shoulder jawjacking, landing in a stupor several feet from the collision and spreading out in a lifeless spreadeagle.
SoCo Stunner (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysvpoIjCs9I )
The pride of Uriah, Alabama gives a satisfied smile, but a heartbeat later that's replaced by a look of shock upon her face, accompanied by a shriek of sharp discomfort as a recovered Reiko's hands find her crimson mane and hair haul Ivy up off of the mat. But even as Armstrong is made to get vertical, she throws an elbow that jacks the sinister samurai square in the jaw; stunned, Ohno releases her hold and staggers backward, shaking her head to clear the sudden haze. But no respite is given the Asian, as her challenger shares a taste of what the other tag titleholder got, and Armstrong now nails Ohno with a SoCo Stunner all her own, much to the vocal delight of those in attendance.
By this point, displaying phenomenal recovery powers, Cynthia pushes herself back up to her feet. The two Hellions look at one another, and with broad smiles growing on their faces, they say in unison, "Stompin' a mudhole!" And with that, the two get all Southern on their opponents, jumping up and landing their bare feet firmly on the bellies of the Invaders; Mitchell and Armstrong then begin to run in place, their feet pistoning into Sin and Ohno's taut tummies, expelling air from their bodies as they thrash haplessly beneath their attackers.
Unable to stand by any longer, Yuko dives under the ropes into the ring, determined to save her wrestlers and keep their belts. It's a noble act...albeit for selfish reasons...and it might very well have succeeded if the manager had been able to sneak up on the Americans. But without thinking, Ogura throws herself into the fray in full view of the Hellions, and Ivy and Cyn immediately respond.
With a roar of fury, the She-Shogun rushes at the Hellions...who rush right toward her, and the Americans deliver a double clothesline that causes Yuko's legs to fly up into the air even as she crashes on her back to the canvas. Wide-eyed, she shakes her head, and it suddenly occurs to her that inserting herself into the fight was perhaps not their height of wisdom. Determining that an orderly retreat is the smart option, she flips over to all fours and begins to scurry across the mat toward the ropes as swiftly as she can.
Unfortunately for her, Mitchell and Armstrong aren't inclined to let her vacate the field of battle on her own volition. Each grabs an arm of the Oriental and pulls her up. Then, acting as one, they bum rush the meddling manager through the ropes, sending her sprawling to the arena floor before, where she lay in a dazed heap, mewling loudly.
That task done, the Hellions wipe their hands together, then return their attention to the Asians who matter. Reaching down for their still splayed opponents, the Americans are caught by surprise as Reiko and Seah suddenly come alive, rolling up their opponents for matching pins...
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THRNOOOOOO!
At the last possible instant, Ivy and Cynthia manage to kick out, and both roll away from the Invaders before springing to their feet. Chastised by their near-loss, they crouch in battle stances as the champions climb to their feet. The two duos square off motionless for several long moments, before the four of them suddenly rush at one another. As they come together, the Asian Invasion seizes the upper hand by eye poking the Americans; Mitchell and Armstrong shriek and stumble backward, blinded. Ohno and Sin press their newfound advantage, delivering stinging slaps to the faces of their adversaries, the alabaster cheeks of both Southern girls turning a harsh shade of red as they're forced, mewling and yelping, backward into opposite corners.
Now, having composed herself at ringside, Yuko screeches "Karera o muchiuchi nasai!", and acting as one, her Invaders each grasp a wrist of their respective Hellion. Then they Irish whip the Americans...Reiko sending Ivy rushing forward and Seah doing likewise with Cynthia...and the Hellions are on a crash collision course with one another.
Yet, just as they're about to slam into one another, Armstrong and Mitchell are able to do subtle course corrections, so that instead of a chest to chest impact, they each manage to hook their right arm with that of the other. Their dual momentum spins each around 180°, so that quite suddenly, they're racing back toward their opponents. Both Sin and Ohno go slackjawed with befuddled shock as their adversaries barrel down on them.
A moment later, Cyn and Ivy each execute hurricanranas on their opposite numbers, flipping each with a heavy thud to the canvas-covered plywood. Running on fumes, the Hellions grab the legs of their opponents and place them behind their thighs, and then the Americans bridge backward, palms pressed to the mat, as they lock up the champions in twin Byers Bridges! (@13:15 www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0t2wyC6Kno)
At this point, the referee is no longer quite sure who the legal combatants are, but it doesn't seem to matter much as both Invaders have their shoulders pressed to the canvas. The zebra's hand slams down...
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TWO...
THREE!
And the arena explodes with cheers! Ivy and Cynthia climb up off of their beaten opponents and hug tightly, tears of joy and pride streaming down their faces. Ogura leaps up on the apron and begins berating the official in a mixture of Japanese and English, making it quite clear that in her estimation, the Americans cheated, and the referee is far too inept to realize it, and she most certainly will be taking her protest up to Bethany Christian to have this travesty of justice reversed and the belts returned to their proper owners.
While the ref is enduring this tirade, the ring announcer steps between the ropes holding matching straps of leather and gold. The official finally pulls himself away from the irate manager and wraps the belts around the waists of the victorious duo. And then the words that thousands in attendance, and millions watching on screens around the globe, had yearned to hear...
"THE WINNERS, AND NEW FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...IVY ARMSTRONG AND CYNTHIA MITCHELL, THE HELLIONS!"
It is at this moment that another, shriller voice pierces through the air. "Cut the damn music!" snarls Yuko Ogura as she emerges from behind the curtain, brandishing her own wireless microphone. She is garbed in her signature attire of 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. Her diminutive yet well-sculpted legs are clad in whalenet stockings leading to black business pumps, and atop her long chestnut-colored locks is a black fedora...the very essence of Asian gangster chic.
[YUKO OGURA]
That there is as of yet no music playing to cut is just a minor technicality. Any intro song that may have been playing would in an instant have been drowned out by the chorus of boos and jeers from the thousands-strong crowd. Ogura wants attention and she now has it. Ignoring the protestations of the audience, she begins to slowly saunter her way down the aisle toward the ring, once more bringing the microphone to her lips.
"When my Samurai and my Little Dragon destroyed the Kanes for the belts, the whole world knew that they are the greatest tag team in all of wrestling!"
The mention of AI's triumph over the Riuil Kanes is sufficient to spark a new cacophony of jeers. Ogura waits for it to subside somewhat before continuing.
"And as befits such greatness, I went to FAWN and told them to be certain to only book my Invasion against challengers of the very best caliber, so that Reiko and Seah can demonstrate their magnificence by beating the best there is."
"But did FAWN do this? Did FAWN say, 'The Asian Invasion are the greatest tag team in all of wrestling, and they deserve only the very best'?"
There is a long pause as the Invasion manager's eyes scan the crowd and cast a contemptuous glare.
"Īe...no! Instead of worthy challengers, my Samurai and my Little Dragon must waste their time against the...the..." She looks upward, as if searching for a word. "What are they called again? Ah, yes...the Herrions." A smile upticks the corners of her mouth as she is amused by how she’s mocked these Gaijin by pretending to fall prey to their witless 'Oriental' stereotype of being incapable of pronouncing the English letter 'L', and in so doing she belittles the Hellions as well.
"In Japan, we know much about America. We know New York...yo, I'm mad trippin', na'mean?"
The crowd is actually dumbfounded by Ogura's eerily accurate vocal impression of a Nawker.
"We know Chicago." Pointing the index finger of her free hand as if it were a gun, she suddenly barks, "Rat-a-tat-tat!"
Continuing her journey Westward, she says, "We know LA...like, gnarly dudes!" This last remark is accompanied by a 'hang loose' shaka sign of a fist with the thumb and pinky extended.
"And the rest of America?" She lets the question hang in the air unanswered for the space of several long heartbeats.
Lowering her voice an octave, the She-Shogun sneers indecorously, "Hillbillies." With a slow sweep of her arm before her, her eyes fixed on some faraway point, she repeats in a voice barely above a whisper, "Hillbillies, as far as the eye can see...!"
She and the crowd snap out of their odd reverie when she scornfully continues, "And the two biggest hillbillies in FAWN will now share the ring with my Invasion? Two insignificant gnats whom we have already destroyed! This is a travesty! I demand that those two unworthy Gaijin forfeit the match right now, so that my champions do not have to sully themselves!"
Before the crowd can unleash its full roar of disapproval, the tones of AC/DC's "Hell's Bells" comes crashing through the PA, and a near-deafening cheer erupts. The curtains tear open, and out stalk Ivy Armstrong and Cynthia Mitchell. 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.
[IVY ARMSTRONG]
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.
[CYNTHIA MICTHELL]
The second generation sirens advance steadily down the aisle. Ogura, who had by now reached ringside, rolls under the ropes into the ring itself. Rather than display a reasonable degree of concern as the Hellions draw closer, Yuko gives a satisfied smile, seemingly daring the challengers to make an example of her before turning their efforts on the titleholders.
So focused are Cynthia and Ivy on the manager, they fail to take note of the sudden shouts of warning from the fans, as two figures erupt from behind the curtain and race down the aisle, swiftly overtaking the unsuspecting Hellions.
Holding their ten pounds of leather and gold aloft, Reiko Ohno and Seah Sin bring the belts crashing down on the back of the skulls of their opponents, and the Southern starlets drop to their hands and knees with pained grunts, their senses dulled.
[REIKO OHNO]
[SEAH SIN]
The Invaders trot over to the ring, where they hand their coveted belts to Yuko, then they return to their stunned rivals. Grabbing the Hellions by crimson and chestnut manes, they haul them up to unsteady feet and drag them to the ring. Meanwhile, Ogura turns to the referee and snaps, "Ring the bell!"
Faced with the sudden start of the match, the zebra has no choice but to call for the opening clang, and the match is on.
The Invaders, apparently not wanting to choose which Southern-fried loser they want to maim first, throw both redhead and brunette into the squared circle, Reiko tossing in Ivy and Seah doing the same with Cynthia. As the Hellions roll to a stop center stage, the champs slide in and pop to their feet. They charge at the rising challengers.
Realizing there’s not enough time for a proper response, Mitchell and Armstrong remain bent at the waist as the wrestlers from the Far East sprint toward them. Pushing their palms into the front of either Invader’s thighs when they arrive, the second generation superstars send Seah and Reiko flipping HIGH into the air with a pair of back body drops.
The Invaders crash to earth, SLAMMING down on their backbones. Still, the champs scramble to their collective feet and spin to face the Hellions, only to have Cynthia and Ivy clothesline their foes to the deck. If not from hell, the scythe-like swings are from the vicinity and each Invader is left on her back, staring blankly into the rafters.
The Bama Slamma and the Carolina Catalyst slap their right hands together and share a shake between the waylaid Asians. Hand still locked, they drop, each woman delivering an elbow to the cleft of her foe’s bosom, Ivy jabbing her point into Reiko while Cynthia does the same to Seah.
Yuko’s troops shudder up to seated positions from the heart-stopping elbows, faces twisting in pain. Cyn and Ivy lace their fingers again and use each other to pull up to vertical. They do-si-do like a pair of square dancers to switch victims, This time the twosome flatten their respective foes with soccer kicks and lower simultaneous leg drops across the throats of the Invaders, sending the Japanese and Korean grapplers into fitful spasms.
Outside, Yuko can hardly believe things have crashed and burned so quickly and completely. Where before Ogura was happy with the free-for-all, now the Invasion general demands order be restored and one of the Dixie-fied gaijin be tossed from the ring.
When the ref is slow to produce results, the tiny businesswoman leaps to the apron shouting demands. A rising Ivy and Cynthia nod at each other and turn into stereo superkicks to the chin of the manager, sending Yuko flying. Ogura lands near the steel barricade, sliding partially under, the Napoleon of FAWN Waterloo-ed into a semiconscious state.
Apparently deciding removing the Invasion’s general from the equation for the foreseeable future is a fair exchange for the Pearl Harbor job the Invaders pulled to start the match, the ref demands one of the Hellions depart. Ivy raises a right hand and volunteers to take her spot next to the ringpost.
As Seah and Reiko use each other to crawl to their feet, the most heralded of the Mitchell clan isn’t about to wait for one of her targets to be ushered out. Mitchell strides to each Asian and sinks a set of talons into the ebony locks of each. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, the Cynful One draws the noggins of Reiko and Seah wide from each other, only to forcefully BANG them together, forehead clunking against forehead.
As Reiko staggers away in a u-turn, bumbling toward her corner, Seah genuflects in front of the rampaging Carolina Catalyst, dark eyes crossing. Sin takes a wild swing that finds nothing but air, Mitchell waiting patiently for the Little Dragon to rise. Once her foe is on her feet, Mitchell springs into action, racing toward the dazed Korean. Cynthia leaps while wrapping an arm around the Invader’s braincase and when the Charlotte native lays out and SPIKES Seah’s skull into the deck with her Carolina Blues, there seems little doubt the Invasion has been overrun in this rematch.
Carolina Blues (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tXjmTPxmUo )
As Sin flops to her back from the force of the collision, the blue-eyed bruiser slides atop her demolished foe, hooking Sin’s far leg for the remarkable pin and win at…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Seah kicks free with the official’s palm a few inches from the canvas. Sin slides to her side but can manage nothing more, eyes glassy. Reiko’s made it to her station but she remains on her ass in recovery mode. The same is true of Yuko, who reclines against the barricade, trying to blink her 145 IQ back in place so she can reform her Invaders before they’re routed from the field by the challengers.
Mitchell has no such comeback plans for the reeling Sin.
When Seah shows she has something left, pushing Cynthia away when the brunette tries to rip the Korean to her feet, Mitchell turns and races for the ropes. She rebounds and BURIES the ascending Seah with a Sick Kick the levels the Little Dragon.
Sick Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lnh3ys8Bpso )
Apparently with enough senses to realize the FAWN long-timer would be going for another pin, Sin manages to roll to her chest, but that only affords the second generation superstar another opportunity.
The Cynful One drops to her backside in front of the dazed Invader. She tugs Seah toward her, wrapping her alabaster stems around the head of the Asian, Sin’s chin resting on her crotch.
Knowing a fateful situation is being crafted by the challenger, Seah bucks her legs to try and escape the cinching scissors of Cynthia, but the attempt only allows a leaning Mitchell to snatch one of the thrusting legs at the ankle. Pulling the left lower limb of her foe toward her, Cynthia secures her Mortal Cyn.
Mortal Cyn (http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/drufan/?action=view¤t=AHW_131.jpg )
Captured in a maneuver that had drained everyone from Kylie Sanders to Olivia Dare to Shea freakin’ London into an eventual loss, Seah flails as much as she’s able, but Mitchell seems comfortable in turning the Korean into a pretzel.
Reiko can tell her partner might be stuck in a Cyn from which she can’t escape. The Yokohama native slides through the ropes and breaks the hold with a boot to the base of the brunette’s spine.
Not taking kindly to the entry of the Ninja, the Bama Slamma makes her own invitation to the cotillion. She enters and sends Reiko flat to the canvas with a picture perfect drop kick to the Invader’s chin. Situation righted, the redhead scurries back to her rightful spot and calls out to her fellow hellion to let her have some quality time with the Little Dragon and clip the bytch’s wings.
Cynthia nods with a smile. She sinks her nails into the scalp of Seah and leads her foe to the Hellion corner like a dog on a leash, Sin heeling next to Mitchell on all fours until Cynthia tags in the smirking auburn-maned hellcat.
Not surprisingly, Cynthia’s tardy to leave and the duo, without Yuko around to complain about the double-team, bully Seah to the midway down the ropes and fling her away in a double whip that sends the champ sprinting to the opposite cables. As she hits, Cynthia and Ivy, hand in hand, race to meet her with a long, double-wide clothesline, ready to decapitate the Korean.
Seah ducks under the attempt to remove head from body and all three women continue on, running to the cables in front of them. As Sin bounds off the strands once more, the MIA manager makes her presence felt, slipping an arm around an ankle of each Hellion as they turn, tripping each to the deck, Ivy and Cynthia landing face-first.
While Yuko hands over the job of yanking Mitchell out of the ring to Reiko, a battered and angry Sin leaps and drops an elbow into the back of Ivy braincase, slamming the redhead’s flawless features into the thinly-sheathed plywood for the second time in a second.
Deciding that the canvas was made for the Alabamian's face, Sin regains her feet and bends down, grabbing Ivy's hair at the scalp. She pulls the yelping gal's head and upper body up; planting her boot at the base of Armstrong's skull, Seah then releases her opponent's hair while simultaneously pressing down with her foot, delivering a curb stomp that leaves the 'Bama Slamma dazed and moaning.
A hair haul rips the mewling redhead upright, and an Irish whip sends her spine crashing into the turnbuckle of the nearest corner, arms draped over the top cables to keep her from collapsing. Dashing to the opposite corner, the Korean Invader turns and races toward her target, flinging herself forward and for a spear to the bread basket that causes Ivy's eyes to bulge wide, air rushing from her lungs as if expelled by a bellows.
Things were no better for her fellow Hellion. Indeed, it was quantifiably worse, for at least Armstrong had the protection...such as it is...of the referee. Down on the ringside floor, Cynthia Mitchell lacked even that slender thread of salvation.
Reiko starts softening her up with an Irish whip into the metal steps, the impact causing a cringe-inducing CLANG that leaves the Carolinian clutching her now-aching left shoulder. But she is granted no respite as the Invader hair hauls her back up to unsteady stems, and then whips her again, this time into the steel ring post. Mitchell's glazed eyes loll in their sockets as she stumbles away.
It is at this point that Ogura decides it is safe enough to add her own personal touch. With a sinister leer on her face, she approaches the Hellion, and with a shrieking "HAI-AY!", she delivers a karate chop squarely to the brunette's forehead. She repeats with a flurry of chops, driving the dazed Cynthia staggering backward until, under the barrage, she finally sinks to her knees. Yuko shakes her right hand vigorously, trying to dispel the ache she inflicted on herself, and simultaneously steps behind the punchdrunk American. And from behind, the She-Shogun curls her finely-manicured fingers and sinks them into Mitchell's trapezius muscles, causing the brunette to whine loudly from the painful nerve hold.
The idea of revenge, both for themselves and Cynthia’s sister, are long gone for the Hellions under the withering assault from the Asians, the Invaders looking every bit the well-oiled machine Miss Ogura promised them to be.
And while Yuko continues to work her brutal shiatsu into Mitchell’s right shoulder, drawing a half-lidded grimace and meek mewl from Cynthia, Sin grabs the middle ropes on either side of the corner and continues to dig into the ivory midriff of Armstrong. Seah folds the redhead around her invading shoulder a half-dozen times before pulling back and absorbing the sight of the bent and gagging Ivy.
Seah lifts a knee, dissecting the emerald eyes of the Alabaman with the bony joint. Armstrong’s head snaps back, the veteran taking a seat on the canvas, infamous stems extended in front of her, head wobbling on a loosened neck.
From the outside, Yuko, having turned Cynthia into a spasming, drooling mess with her nerve pinch inserted for nearly a minute, calls out to her legal Invader while shoving off the dilapidated brunette to Reiko. Demanding an action in her mother tongue, Seah, an old hand at Japanese in addition to Korean and English, strides for the opposite corner to the sprawled, lounging redhead. With a predatory grin, Sin closes the gap in a sprint across the canvas.
She launches with legs extended in front of her, looking to bust the Bama bronco, but Ivy drops to a shoulder and rolls out of harm’s way. A bug-eyed Seah flies between the buckles, her crotch slamming into the cold, hard steel of the ringpost instead of Ivy’s mug.
The Korean’s face is one of abject anguish. Slowly, she slips her hands to where the juncture of her thighs rammed the iron beam. She pushes off and drops to her back, collapsing into a fetal ball with a disbelieving Ogura watching on, speechless.
Beside her, Reiko parries blows with Mitchell, Cynthia showing signs of life in so much as she’s able to defend herself. The manager races around the corner to get in range of the ginger gaijin. She snatches an ankle of Ivy’s and tugs Armstrong out under the bottom rope. The second-generation star manages to land on her feet and keep them there.
Inside, Seah grabs at the ref’s shins to try and climb out of her cocoon and make it to her haunches. With the official distracted, Sin all over him, Yuko draws back a balled right hand, aiming it for Ivy’s chin, but the veteran blocks with a left forearm and SMASHES a right into Ogura’s cheek.
The tiny manager spins like a top from the force of the blow, the Bama Slamma catching her by a shoulder after a half-turn. Ivy wraps her arms around the golden tummy of the businesswoman from behind and lifts her foe heavenward. She genuflects on the floor, DRIVING the plank of her upper thigh DEEP into Yuko’s privates. Ogura launches from the collision like she’s rocket-propelled from the inverted Atomic Drop, hands shooting to her bruised undercarriage.
The dirtiest player in the game having crotched a pair of Invaders, one by commission and one by omission, Armstrong climbs to the apron’s edge and dives into the confines. She rises to all fours and crawls to her foe, peeling Sin away from the official.
With both woman rising to kneeling positions, they fire away, both choosing to level backhand chops at each other’s chests, the reverberating SMACKS echoing and drawing many a WOO from the crowd.
In the boonies, Cynthia, only having to deal with one Invader, turns the tide on Ohno. Mitchell uses a simple but effective suplex to vault the Invader up and over, sending a pulse of pain through Reiko’s spinal column, the Yokohama native arching in agony after hitting the thinly-padded cement.
Mitchell, battle-weary to be sure, decides walking around the ring to get back to her corner is too long a trek. She slides into the squared circle instead, pushing to her knees and ‘walking’ over to the two legal combatants then making the chop-fest a three-way.
With Seah accumulating two blistering backhands per the one she supplies to Ivy, the Korean is quickly overwhelmed. She’s left red-chested, thighs folding atop calves as she’s bent over with a BIG double-swat from the Hellions. Using each other to pull up, Cynthia and Ivy each grab a wrist of Sin and tug their foe to vertical, the ref only halfheartedly admonishing them after all the mayhem the Invasion has brought throughout.
The Hellions bully Sin to the ropes behind her and send her sprinting to the opposite cables with a double whip. Seah rebounds out of the rubber-coated steel at full speed and she can’t hit the brakes before they are provided for her with a double-barreled big boot from Mitchell and Armstrong. The Korean’s leg fly in front of her as her braincase RAMS into the raised feet of the challengers then collides with the canvas.
Deciding to give the Invader a going away present, Cynthia snatches an ankle and motions for Ivy to do the same. The women easily read each other’s minds after being so close for so long. The partners lay out in opposite directions and force Seah into an agonizing set of splits that threatens to rip Sin’s groin muscles to shreds. The Invader howls in pain, grasping at her golden-brown inner thighs.
The count finally placed upon her by the zebra, Cynthia heads for the exit while Reiko helps a still waddling Yuko back into place in the Invasion corner.
With something approaching order restored, Ivy sinks her ruby-tipped nails into the ebony locks of the Invader and drags Sin up to stooped feet. The redhead settles beside the champ and lifts a knee to Seah’s temple. Armstrong locks up the Korean’s far arm with both of hers and lays out, DRIVING her knee into the side of Seah’s skull with Mama Knows Best.
Mama Knows Best (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJmrOSHMhwI )
The rocked Sin shudders and falls still in a wide spreadeagle. A half-recovered Yuko demands her Little Dragon fly to safety but Ivy’s immediately there with the cover in a lateral press for the…
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Seah kicks free, rolling to a shoulder, her face pointed toward the Invasion corner, but unfortunately several steps away from Ohno’s outstretched arm.
Armstrong again collects a handful of dark locks, rises to her feet and leads the titleholder on an embarrassing four-legged crawl to the Hellions’ corner, some lucky FAWNatics enjoying the sight of Sin’s raised rear end as she makes the forced trip.
With Seah in her control with one hand, Ivy tags in her longtime partner with the other, but she’s not quite done. Yanking Seah up and stuffing her in the corner to the sound of a shrieking Yuko over her shoulder, Ivy has the Cynful One grab Sin’s left arm at the wrist and Mitchell folds it behind the champ. With the way cleared, Ivy balls her right hand and sends the fist like a lightning bolt into the cleft of Sin’s modest bosom.
The heart punch defibrillates the Korean’s bloodpumper, her dark eyes rolling white as she drunkenly staggers by the smirking Ivy. With the tracking Mitchell hot on the trail of the shuddering Sin, the Little Dragon takes a header center stage before Cynthia has to concern herself with stopping a tag to Yuko’s ninja.
Pacing back and forth at ringside, Ogura is nearly apoplectic, shrieking in her native tongue at Seah to get up...at Ohno to 'do something', at the ref to disqualify the Hellions, at the fans to "SHUT UP!" And although the words she speaks are lost on the vast majority of those present, their meaning is clear, and they serve to inflame the crowd even more as they rain a torrent of boos and jeers on the titleholders, and cheer on their challengers.
At the moment, devotees of the Hellions have much to cheer about. Having captured each of her foe’s limbs and thrown herself onto her back, Cynthia’s trapped Sin in a Mexican Surfboard, offering the Asian up to the wrestling gods like a sacrifice. And although Mitchell is hardly a powerhouse, her adversary is light enough for the second gen sweetheart to press her up and down, as if she were doing reverse push-ups; the motion increases the pressure on Seah's joints, and causes her to howl in agonized protest.
But although the referee asks several times, the Korean steadfastly refuses to submit. Clearly, whatever anguish she is suffering now pales in comparison to the fury of her manager should she forfeit the belts by surrender. Realizing she wasn't going to get her entrapped victim to give up anytime soon, and starting to feel the strain of holding her foe aloft, Cynthia throws Seah to the mat, then sits up to rest for a few moments, as she still feels the effects of the thrashing she took at ringside earlier.
Finally she climbs to her feet and, filling her fists with the jet black hair of her adversary, peels the Asian up off of the canvas. Steadying the Invader on uncertain stems, Mitchell balls her right fist, gives it a kiss for luck, and delivers a European Uppercut that violently snaps Seah’s head backward with a spray of perspiration. The tag champ reels but impressively does not collapse, though her glazed eyes make it plain she's just getting by on fumes at the moment. In the Hellions’ corner, Ivy raises her arms overhead and claps in support of her partner.
Stepping up to her stunned opponent, Cyn forces Sin to double over at the waist with a toe kick, setting the stage for a suplex. However, the Korean suddenly wraps her arms around her oppressor’s waist and, clumsily yet effectively, manages to turn the two of them more or less around. Then, digging her boots into the mat for traction, the Little Dragon calls upon what scant ergs of power she has left to muscle the startled Hellion backward. It's only a half-dozen steps or so...but that's just enough for Reiko, standing on the bottom cable, to reach into the ring and grab Mitchell by the hair, yanking her into the corner.
And even as Seah lunges toward her partner to make the legal tag, their manager down on the arena floor craftily reaches up between the ropes to grab Cynthia around the leg, preventing her from escaping the corner. The referee, naturally enough, sees nothing. From her berth across the ring, Armstrong wails to try and draw his attention to the flagrant disregard of the rules, unsuccessfully so, however.
With Ohno brimming with vim and vigor, now the lawful Invader in the ring, Cynthia faces an entirely different opponent than the battered Sin. Mitchell manages to pull her leg free of the She-Shogun's grasp, but that action distracts her for the barest instant which Reiko needs to strike, and strike she does: a finger knife jab to the solar plexus leaves the brunette wide-eyed and gasping. A similar jab to the windpipe causes her to gasp wheezily for breath. The zebra orders the Japanese battler to take the action out of the corner and a handful of Mitchell's chestnut brown hair is used to pull her closer to the center of the ring. Anxious to regain the upper hand, Cynthia throws a wild right fist toward her foe's face, but Ohno ducks it, and the momentum causes the Hellion to spin around.
A heartbeat later, Reiko cups her hands around the North Carolinian's chin; she then jumps up, pulling her legs in tight as her knees press against her opponent's back. Gravity sends them backward to the mat and, when they hit, very nearly the full brunt of the impact travels through Ohno's knees into Cyn's back with a lungblower.
The force of the impact sends Mitchell flying up off of Reiko and flopping to the canvas, where she rolls side to side, emitting a sound that's half groan/half whine. Ohno scrambles to her hands and knees and leaps upon her adversary, hooking a leg for the pin...
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At the last possible instant, Mitchell kicks out, getting a shoulder up off of the mat.
As Yuko wails at the official and Reiko give him a laser-like stare, the stubborn Cynthia rolls to her chest and pushes to all fours next to the seated Asian. Not wanting the most accomplished Mitchell to tag her ginger genius of a partner, Ogura’s ninja kips to her feet and sidles in front of the brunette as her foe rises.
With Cynthia still bent as she ascends from the canvas, Reiko stuffs Mitchell’s head between her golden thighs and wraps her arms around the gulping tummy of the Carolina Catalyst. Launching the Cynful One in a flip up her frame, Ohno momentarily catches the second-gen superstar across her right shoulder then shifts her into a backpack position, each elbow locking with Cynthia’s to secure a spine-torturing Gory Lock.
Gory Lock (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oYvSLV7ZYE )
Adjusting her grip so she has control of all four limbs to finish the submission, Reiko leeeeans forward to dial up the pressure on Cynthia’s vertebrae. The Invader draws breathy groans from the brunette and a look of worry from Armstrong.
“Whaddya say?” the ref asks.
Mitchell shakes her head, grunting out a loud ‘NO’ that gets louder in defiance of Reiko stretching her arms out to force a crucifix position and wring a little more out of the challenger before releasing and laying out SMASHING Cynthia beneath in a face-down Mitchell sandwich.
The Japanese grappler scrambles to Cyn’s side and shovels Mitchell to her back, climbing atop her foe in a crossbody pin for the…
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Again, the veteran acts on over a decade of instinct to shove a shoulder up and keep the dream to become a tag champion for the first time since she was a part of FAWN’s initial title team with her sister Sophie alive.
Reiko is far less interested in history. Already on her feet, she drags Mitchell to her feet with a double-barreled grip on the brunette’s braincase, bullying Cynthia up but keeping her doubled over with a clubbing blow to her foe’s back.
Turning her back to the Carolina Catalyst, Reiko collects a pair of underhooks, pressing the crown of Cynthia’s head to the base of her spine. When Ohno spins and bends, Cynthia’s braced atop the champ’s shoulders. The Invader sits out and rattles Mitchell’s spinal column with the Ninja Backbreaker.
Ninja Backbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCvI2p5dHr8 )
A grimacing Cynthia spasms as she flops away from the impact, ending a mewling mess, looking like she wants no more of the Asian. She makes a move toward the poised Ivy, but Ohno intervenes and decides, with Yuko’s loud approval, it’s time to end the Hellions for good.
Reiko forces a ragdolled Mitchell to rise and again she forces Mitchell’s noggin between her stems. The ninja draws a thumb across her throat, confirming her ‘Ohno She Didn’ would put the lights out on the legacy once and for all.
Ohno She Didn (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wsAKfLQbUc )
But in the time it takes to guarantee Cyn is finished, the ivory arms of the challenger wrap around Reiko’s thighs before the joshi can secure another set of underhooks. Mitchell lifts, launches and deposits Reiko with a back body drop, Ohno’s back getting to feel the abuse. The ninja’s lids clench as she reaches for the base of her backbone after the loud landing.
Still, the champion powers through the pain, forcing her way up. It’s a slow ascent, but the Yokohama native makes it to vertical and turns to face her challenger and regain control.
THWUMP!
A poised Mitchell, having damn near removed many a head in her time, nearly does so again with a pinpoint superkick that craaacks under the chin of the Invader, straightening Reiko like a board and sending her to deck starfished before she touches the canvas with a resounding crash.
Second wind in her sails, Cynthia passes on a pin and instead drags the damaged champion to her feet. Mitchell spins behind Reiko, wrapping an arm around Ohno’s throat from behind in a backhand grip for a dragon sleeper. But Cynthia has something more impactful in mind.
Showing she’s as limber as any ingénue, Cynthia lifts a leg high, draping it across Reiko’s throat then forces her foe down, crushing the ninja’s windpipe with her signature Cardinal Cyn.
Cardinal Cyn (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eu3bOHMtcDA&feature=player_embedded )
Cynthia keeps the stem across Reiko’s throat and shoulders for the pinning predicament and the…
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Ohno shoves a shoulder up to the surprise of the second-generation superstar. The ‘main’ member of the Mitchell clan helps Yuko’s ninja to her feet with a nasty tug of her foe’s arm, then tries to remove the limb from its socket with a buggywhip action on the limb once Reiko reaches vertical. Cynthia wrings it out a second and third time, sending the reeling Invader to one knee, Ohno placing her right palm on the left shoulder socket to give the joint more support.
Mitchell draws her foe up and cinches Reiko’s trapped arm tight in a hammerlock on the already aching left wing. The Carolina beauty bullies Ohno to the ropes and forces her upper body between the middle and top ropes. Releasing her grip on the Invader’s wrist, Cyn takes up another under Reiko’s chin. She pulls back the golden-skinned grappler and lays waste to the chest of the ninja with a series of hammer blows.
Hammer Blows (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTsMzV_ZO_A )
Ohno arches in pain, grimacing, lids clenched as the meaty thumps of forearm to chest accumulate to an even ten-spot, the FAWNatics counting along for the last several. Worn from the bombardment, Mitchell backs away at the ref’s insistence and draws in a couple deep breaths. She turns and offers a wave at the flustered Invasion general as Reiko removes herself from between the ropes.
With her foe extricating, Cynthia moves in for more fun. But a blind mule kick from the Invader digs DEEP into her navel, doubling Cynthia at the waist, her baby blues bulging, lips forming a quivering ‘O’.
Turning, Reiko lands three wicked backhand chops to Mitchell’s cleavage in succession then snatches a wrist and whips Cynthia to Invasion territory, the brunette turning into a back-first collision with the buckles. Energized, Ohno races to her home base and leaps toward her foe from several feet away. Collapsing into a tight ball, a tucked and airborne Reiko RAMS into Cynthia’s bosom with a splashing double-knee lift.
Earthbound once more, Ohno leans into the sagging Cynthia to keep Mitchell upright. Within easy reach of her partner, Reiko slaps hands with an eager Seah. Sin vaults over the top rope and both Invaders sprint toward Ivy in the opposite corner. Each spins in turn, staying just outside the redhead’s reach. The Little Dragon charges and takes flight first, providing a mini-splash, crushing Cynthia beneath a diminutive but destructive Korean avalanche. As Seah slides to the side and through the cables, Mitchell drops to a seat on the canvas, legs extended, head sloshing about on a rubber neck.
Reiko quickly advances and takes advantage, launching with legs in a slightly parted ‘V’ as she CRUNCHES her crotch into Mitchell’s face, her taut Asian ass SLAMMING into Cynthia’s chest again and again in a bronco busting more akin to the Wild West than the Far East. Still, Ohno does it extremely well, leaving Cynthia a flaccid, hot mess after a dozen thrusts.
Reiko grabs an ankle and drags the gobsmacked Cynthia away from the corner several feet, cavewoman-style, dropping a lifeless leg and motioning Seah toward the splayed carcass.
Already high atop the AI corner, Sin rockets off her perch, the Little Dragon soaring toward her target, pulling into a tight tuck at her zenith, then getting froggy as she SPLASHES down across the Cynthia’s tummy for the…
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Mitchell kicks out of trouble, flopping to her side under the slightly raised torso of the Invader. Sin gets an earful from the unhappy Ogura and the Korean takes out her frustration with her boss on the challenger, pounding spiteful forearms into Cyn’s belly and ribs before moving to a front straddle of the brunette’s midriff and whacking away on her foe’s jaw and temples with rights and lefts, Mitchell doing her best to cover up from the onslaught.
Firing away until Yuko is satisfied and silent, the Invader relents and rises. Striding to her partner, she tags in Reiko. Ohno enters and breaks into a sprint, shooting right past the downed Mitchell to the Hellion corner. The ninja NAILS Ivy with a forearm shiver, the veteran caught by surprise by the cunning Invader.
Knocked to the floor but landing on her feet, Armstrong checks her jacked jaw. The furious Bama Slamma turns and slides under the ropes. She scrambles to her feet only to get a stomp to the left knee from Reiko that forces the redhead to genuflect in front of the Japanese grappler. Ohno knocks Ivy flat with a spinning roundhouse kick to the brainstem that sends Armstrong face first to the canvas.
Spinning Roundhouse Kick (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2owUv3qSIk )
It’s perfect timing for Reiko, who’s able to turn and find a rising Cynthia, the Carolina Catalyst trying to shake out some cobwebs. Reiko sinks her nails into Mitchell’s scalp. Turning, the ninja finds Armstrong pushing up and drags the stumbling Cynthia to her teammate. With Ivy halfway to vertical, Ohno digs her opposite set of talons into the Slamma’s ruby locks, the Invader now with two Hellions by the tail.
Drawing the heads of the partners away from each other, Reiko reverses course with the coconuts, meaning to thrust them together for a Southern-fried, noggin knocking. But each Hellion raises a boot and uses her leg as a brake against her partner, stopping Reiko from calling a meeting of the minds.
Each challenger turns to face the startled Ohno with a Cheshire grin when Reiko releases her handfuls of hair and jabs a thumb into the eye of each Hellion. With Ivy and Cynthia half-blinded and cursing, Ohno recovers a fistful of each challenger’s mop and BANGS THEIR FOREHEADS TOGETHER. Mitchell and Armstrong ricochet away in opposite directions, Ivy dropping to a knee after a 180-spin while Cynthia manages to remain upright and swaying.
Reiko presses her palm into Mitchell’s right shoulder and spins the brunette to face her. She dips and ‘hups’ a stunned Cynthia across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
Showing strength of which Sayuki would be proud, the ninja shoots the Cynful One high into the air off one side and THROWS her down into the canvas with a ring-rattling collision courtesy her Yokohama Mama.
Yokohama Mama (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=daAqkUVl6Io )
With the Hellion on her back, Reiko snatches both legs and rolls up Cynthia’s flaccid frame, curling the demolished Mitchell into a tight cradle, the Invaders about to pin a Mitchell for the second month in a row with the…
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Cynthia’s instincts kick in and she saves herself in time. However, insurance comes in the way of FAWN’s biggest Crimson Tide fan, Armstrong diving and dropping a double axhandle between the dark eyes of the Asian, making sure Belle’s Hellions won’t suffer an agonizing second loss to the Invasion with gold on the line.
With Yuko on the sidelines going ballistic at the Slamma’s interference, she directs a partially recovered Seah through the ropes to even the odds against. Once inside, the Korean grappler spins into a vicious back fist toward a rising Armstrong’s nose, the impact payback for the redheaded challenger’s earlier heart punch to her chest. But Armstrong dips beneath the backhand swing.
With the whiff missing her by an inch, Ivy drives a toe kick into the golden tummy of the Asian, gutting the Invader and doubling her over at the waist. Armstrong instantly pivots, reaching over her right shoulder and locking a ¾ facelock around Sin’s skull.
The Bama Slamma sits outs and SoCo Stuns Seah into next week, the Korean launched from the chin-to-shoulder jawjacking, landing in a stupor several feet from the collision and spreading out in a lifeless spreadeagle.
SoCo Stunner (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysvpoIjCs9I )
The pride of Uriah, Alabama gives a satisfied smile, but a heartbeat later that's replaced by a look of shock upon her face, accompanied by a shriek of sharp discomfort as a recovered Reiko's hands find her crimson mane and hair haul Ivy up off of the mat. But even as Armstrong is made to get vertical, she throws an elbow that jacks the sinister samurai square in the jaw; stunned, Ohno releases her hold and staggers backward, shaking her head to clear the sudden haze. But no respite is given the Asian, as her challenger shares a taste of what the other tag titleholder got, and Armstrong now nails Ohno with a SoCo Stunner all her own, much to the vocal delight of those in attendance.
By this point, displaying phenomenal recovery powers, Cynthia pushes herself back up to her feet. The two Hellions look at one another, and with broad smiles growing on their faces, they say in unison, "Stompin' a mudhole!" And with that, the two get all Southern on their opponents, jumping up and landing their bare feet firmly on the bellies of the Invaders; Mitchell and Armstrong then begin to run in place, their feet pistoning into Sin and Ohno's taut tummies, expelling air from their bodies as they thrash haplessly beneath their attackers.
Unable to stand by any longer, Yuko dives under the ropes into the ring, determined to save her wrestlers and keep their belts. It's a noble act...albeit for selfish reasons...and it might very well have succeeded if the manager had been able to sneak up on the Americans. But without thinking, Ogura throws herself into the fray in full view of the Hellions, and Ivy and Cyn immediately respond.
With a roar of fury, the She-Shogun rushes at the Hellions...who rush right toward her, and the Americans deliver a double clothesline that causes Yuko's legs to fly up into the air even as she crashes on her back to the canvas. Wide-eyed, she shakes her head, and it suddenly occurs to her that inserting herself into the fight was perhaps not their height of wisdom. Determining that an orderly retreat is the smart option, she flips over to all fours and begins to scurry across the mat toward the ropes as swiftly as she can.
Unfortunately for her, Mitchell and Armstrong aren't inclined to let her vacate the field of battle on her own volition. Each grabs an arm of the Oriental and pulls her up. Then, acting as one, they bum rush the meddling manager through the ropes, sending her sprawling to the arena floor before, where she lay in a dazed heap, mewling loudly.
That task done, the Hellions wipe their hands together, then return their attention to the Asians who matter. Reaching down for their still splayed opponents, the Americans are caught by surprise as Reiko and Seah suddenly come alive, rolling up their opponents for matching pins...
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At the last possible instant, Ivy and Cynthia manage to kick out, and both roll away from the Invaders before springing to their feet. Chastised by their near-loss, they crouch in battle stances as the champions climb to their feet. The two duos square off motionless for several long moments, before the four of them suddenly rush at one another. As they come together, the Asian Invasion seizes the upper hand by eye poking the Americans; Mitchell and Armstrong shriek and stumble backward, blinded. Ohno and Sin press their newfound advantage, delivering stinging slaps to the faces of their adversaries, the alabaster cheeks of both Southern girls turning a harsh shade of red as they're forced, mewling and yelping, backward into opposite corners.
Now, having composed herself at ringside, Yuko screeches "Karera o muchiuchi nasai!", and acting as one, her Invaders each grasp a wrist of their respective Hellion. Then they Irish whip the Americans...Reiko sending Ivy rushing forward and Seah doing likewise with Cynthia...and the Hellions are on a crash collision course with one another.
Yet, just as they're about to slam into one another, Armstrong and Mitchell are able to do subtle course corrections, so that instead of a chest to chest impact, they each manage to hook their right arm with that of the other. Their dual momentum spins each around 180°, so that quite suddenly, they're racing back toward their opponents. Both Sin and Ohno go slackjawed with befuddled shock as their adversaries barrel down on them.
A moment later, Cyn and Ivy each execute hurricanranas on their opposite numbers, flipping each with a heavy thud to the canvas-covered plywood. Running on fumes, the Hellions grab the legs of their opponents and place them behind their thighs, and then the Americans bridge backward, palms pressed to the mat, as they lock up the champions in twin Byers Bridges! (@13:15 www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0t2wyC6Kno)
At this point, the referee is no longer quite sure who the legal combatants are, but it doesn't seem to matter much as both Invaders have their shoulders pressed to the canvas. The zebra's hand slams down...
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And the arena explodes with cheers! Ivy and Cynthia climb up off of their beaten opponents and hug tightly, tears of joy and pride streaming down their faces. Ogura leaps up on the apron and begins berating the official in a mixture of Japanese and English, making it quite clear that in her estimation, the Americans cheated, and the referee is far too inept to realize it, and she most certainly will be taking her protest up to Bethany Christian to have this travesty of justice reversed and the belts returned to their proper owners.
While the ref is enduring this tirade, the ring announcer steps between the ropes holding matching straps of leather and gold. The official finally pulls himself away from the irate manager and wraps the belts around the waists of the victorious duo. And then the words that thousands in attendance, and millions watching on screens around the globe, had yearned to hear...
"THE WINNERS, AND NEW FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...IVY ARMSTRONG AND CYNTHIA MITCHELL, THE HELLIONS!"