Post by dsb on Jun 24, 2018 21:00:56 GMT
With the matches at Mayhem dwindling to a precious few, the crowd is already at a fever pitch when the plucking of a familiar set of Oriental strings courses through the arena. Immediately, the assembled explode in a thunderous round of cacophonous boos and catcalls.
Surely, the FAWNatics are delighted at the tag belts being removed from the Invaders at March to War a couple months previous, but they’re aware Yuko will never be satisfied when none of her Invasion have FAWN gold. The crowd’s jeers rise in volume when the tiniest, most shrill and most successful manager in organization history, Yuko Ogura, appears on the upper stage. The well-supported Ogura casts her gaze over the FAWNatics with familiar sneering disdain, the devious businesswoman joined by all four of her army. The old guard, Sayuki and Sayuri are on her left shoulder; Seah and Reiko on her right.
YUKO OGURA
SAYUKI MATSUMOTO
SAYURI ANZU
SEAH SIN
REIKO OHNO
The volume of the crowd only increases as Sayuki, the powerhouse of the group and most prosperous singles grappler, joins her general in leading the rest of the Invasion down the ramp and aisle. Reaching the ring, Matsumoto heads up the steps, Ogura shrieking over the cantankerous crowd, demanding they show her curvy weapon the proper reverence.
The busty Asian is dressed for battle in her familiar blood red bikini, the scant cloth leaving precious little of her hourglass figure to the imagination. Complementing the curves are white pads and boots, the pads bearing the red discs of her nation’s flag. Her dark hair is arranged into two long ponytails. Her long-time partner Sayuri and the later additions, now veterans themselves, recent tag champs Reiko and Seah, are likewise attired to present a united front.
As Sayuki sits on the middle rope and pushes the top skyward, Ogura enters the ring while the rest of the Invaders take their place on the floor next to Matsumoto’s corner. Yuko takes center stage with Sayuki quickly joining her, Ogura garbed in a white satin top in front, black-n-white stripes from side to back, familiar fedora firmly in place. Below is the gun metal gray with pinstripes but only in very daring proportions, the tiny ring of cloth held in place with a pair of jaunty suspenders. On her abbreviated but delectable stems are whalenet stockings leading to black business pumps and atop her long chestnut-colored locks is a black fedora.
imgur.com/a/8nr7H
Yuko doffs her fedora and plucks a microphone from inside. The crowd seems less than pleased with the prospect of a monologue from the leader of the Invaders and makes Yuko aware. She waits for something approaching silence.
“If you think those confederate cheats stealing the tag belts from my Invasion would end our threat,” Yuko says, “you are as stupid Yoona Park for agreeing to take on my Ultimate Weapon tonight.”
The crowd lets loose with another loud set of boos.
“My Sayuki will not fail me. She has guaranteed the Eurasian gold will be returned to where it belongs, in our care and in my hands. Will we keep the title here or take it home to Japan once more? That depends on how courteous you are to my Invasion.”
The crowd explodes in anger at even the thought of a FAWN championship again being held hostage thousands of miles away.
“This is not helping,” Ogura shrieks before letting the microphone ‘THUNK’ to the canvas. She leads Matsumoto to the Invasion corner, leaving the ring announcer to picks up where the manager leaves off.
“Tonight’s next match is one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the Eurasian Championship. Introducing…accompanied by the leader of the Asian Invasion Yuko Ogura and her fellow Invaders…standing five feet eight inches tall and weighing in at 130 pounds…from Kobe, Japan…Sayuki Matsumoto.”
Yuko shows off her weapon once more, ignoring the sound of boos bouncing off the arena walls. She steps through the ropes when Sayuki opens them wide again, and takes her place on the outside, dropping to the floor to join the rest of her troops and wait for Matsumoto’s foe.
Yoona Park peeks out at the ring from a crack in the curtains just as her entrance music begins to play. She sighs in irritation and turns to her girlfriend.
“Goddamn it, the whole fucking band is there…” Yoona mutters. “Tell me again why that’s allowed?”
Camille Cosworth shrugs and replies, “Because you don’t read your contracts before you sign them?”
“Bah, whatever. Look, babe, maybe you should stay --”
“Nuh-uh! No way, Jose!” Camille interjects. “Where you go, I go. We’re stronger together.”
“Cam, you’re not…” Park says before immediately drifting off as her eyes fall on the brace around Cosworth’s right knee, that particular bit of hardware working in conjunction with a walking stick to allow the erstwhile Girl of Tomorrow to ambulate despite a paralyzed right leg. “...I just… I want you to be safe.”
“I’ll be safe with you,” Camille says, her voice soft while at the same time making it crystal clear that she would brook no further argument on the issue. “Now c’mon, champ. The beat’s about to drop.”
The matter settled, Cosworth links her left arm with Park’s right and the pair step through the curtains and onto the entranceway just in time for the leitmotif at the seventy second mark.
PARADEMICS - PACIFIC RIM (ORCHESTRAL COVER):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvrR2Lbfl_s
“And introducing your FAWN EurAsian champion... coming in at five foot seven and one hundred twenty eight pounds… hailing from Seoul, South Korea… Yoona Park!” the ring announcer shouts over the PA system as Yoona and Camille march down the ramp in nearly perfect lockstep, their cadence marred only by the slightly offbeat clattering of Cosworth’s walking cane.
YOONA PARK
CAMILLE COSWORTH
Like months past, the FAWNatics give the couple a rousing ovation, although this time their support for Park seems to be wholeheartedly genuine rather than by proxy to their affection for Cosworth. Yoona’s sexual annihilation of Estrina Starfire in her previous defense hadn’t put her in the good graces of the many, but compared to Yuko Ogura’s Asian Invasion, the Slim Reaper was still the far lesser of the two evils and thus entitled to a proper hero’s welcome. Large swaths of the audience wear skull-painted facemasks in support of the champion and perhaps even to intimidate the opposing side, although each member of Yuko’s stable appears decidedly unimpressed.
Yoona drops off her title belt and her girlfriend at the announcer’s table, ensuring that Camille is strategically situated between Joanna Coleman and Gordy Solis so that the pair of FAWN broadcast announcers may serve as unwitting human shields should things get messy. Park and Cosworth silently press their foreheads together for a couple of seconds, a wordless expression of unity, and then the Korean breaks apart and clambers into the ring to meet her challenger.
Referee Algernon Carpenter gives a quick, cursory check of the champion’s gear -- the bustier-style one piece, the elbow length fingerless gloves, and the protective leg sleeves that ran from knee to ankle, all done in black and trimmed in gold -- then he calls for the timekeeper’s bell to officially start the contest. Unlike the slow, languid starts that had become her habit, Park promptly stalks out of her corner with steely determination in her eyes. When Sayuki storms out for a tete-a-tete the middle of the ring, Yoona raises a leg, plants a foot in the Invader’s breadbasket, and sends the challenger back from whence she came with a powerful Push Kick.
Unbalanced and reeling from the strike, Matsumoto stumbles into a clumsy backpedal into her starting corner. Sayuki hisses in displeasure when the top turnbuckle strikes her right between the shoulderblades, and a split second later she has much more concerning things to worry about when Yoona comes flying in with a follow-up Superman Punch. Park’s fist lands flush against Matsumoto’s jaw, buckling the Japanese wrestler’s knees and forcing her to throw out her arms to either side to catch herself on the intersecting top ropes.
Yoona takes one look at Sayuki’s eyes, and the champion knows that her latest challenger is dazed but far from out. The Slim Reaper backs up all the way to the diagonally opposite corner and comes sprinting towards Matsumoto again, this time leaping from even further out into another vicious Superman Punch. The second blow nearly sends the buxom Asian flipping over the top ropes, but after a beat, gravity reasserts itself and returns Sayuki’s boots to the mat.
Yuko screams something in Japanese which Yoona does not understand -- perhaps an insult directed her way, or instructions for her Ultimate Weapon -- but either way that doesn’t prevent Park from snapping, “Shut up, Tojo!”
Even as the words are coming out of her mouth, Yoona is winding up for the last of a trifecta of Superman Punches. Once more she sprints at her opponent and takes flight with her right fist chambered, but it seems that Sayuki has been roused by Ogura’s commands. This time the Invader manages to roll with the blow and greatly reduce its kinetic impact, and at the same time, she wraps her arms around her foe to pull Yoona in for a brawny Bear Hug. Park groans in pain as Matsumoto’s prodigious cleavage crushes against her much more modest assets, then a moment later, Sayuki pirouettes out of the corner and drives the champion into the deck with a booming Belly-to-Belly Suplex.
BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3cmRP95VjQ
Matsumoto is in perfect pinning position with Park pancaked beneath her, but her general intuits that a pin would be futile this early and demands that she continue to punish the splattered champion. Sayuki hauls Yoona up by an arm and Irish Whips her into a corner, and Matsumoto comes crashing down on her a heartbeat later with a Corner Splash as soon as Park pivots about to avoid slamming chest-first into the turnbuckles.
CORNER SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLKsNWk_lDs
Sayuki decides to take a page from her opponent’s book, backing up and preparing for a encore Corner Splash as Yoona had done with her Superman Punches. The Invader is just lurching into motion, however, when Park beats a hasty escape by slopping to the canvas and then rolling out to the floor, ceding the ring to the challenger while she tries to catch her breath. She stumbles over the the announcer’s table and leans against it for support while she huffs and puffs and warily shifts her gaze from one member of Asian Invasion to the next.
“Slow down, Yoona. You’re not fighting your fight,” Camille advises as she reaches over the table to give her girl a quick shoulder rub.
“Gotta end this quick before the rest of those motherfuckers decide to get involved,” Yoona angrily mutters before gesturing towards Seah Sin with a tilt of her head. “Stupid, fat hobbitses…”
“Oh, relax! They won’t do anything to get disqualified and lose their title shot. Quit worrying and just get in there and kick some butt!” Cosworth encourages with a slap on the back. “And remember to have fuuuuuuunnnn.”
Yoona sighs in disgust as she climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes to reenter the field of battle, even as Camille flashes a huge grin and a double thumbs-up behind her back.
“Suns and Moons will set on imposter’s reign,” Sayuki says through heavily accented English and gesturing ominously to her bosom and hindquarters that had been the downfall of countless wrestlers.
“Fuck you, fatty!” Park snarls. “Your run was like Star Wars incest: awkward, and lame, and pointless. Everyone would rather just pretend it never happened. My run is like Game of Thrones incest: grand, and epic, and uncomfortably sexy.”
Whether she understands the champion’s words or not, Matsumoto’s features flash anger as she barrels towards Yoona at top speed. The Invader’s lunging grab comes up empty when Park ducks under her outstretched arms at the last moment, and when she wheels about to get eyes on her target, she’s promptly met by a stiff kick to her left kneecap. The joint gives way and forces Sayuki to genuflect, and in the span of a heartbeat, Yoona steps onto her posted right thigh and smashes a wicked Knee Strike into the side of her head.
SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcY9XiMUibc
With Matsumoto knocked loopy by the Shining Wizard, Park pounces across her chest and tightly cradles both legs for a pin. Carpenter slides down next to the pair of wrestlers, and he counts out…
ONE!
TWO!
...before Sayuki shoots a shoulder up off the mat, much to Yoona’s irritation.
Matsumoto-san rolls to her side, slowly making it to a seated position under the watchful eye of the champ, Park rising to her feet behind the curvy Invader. From Sayuki’s six, Yoona latches onto both long, raven pigtails, using them as handles as she DRIVES a knee between the shoulderblades of Yuko’s most prized weapon.
Sayuki’s upper body arches forward from the impact before Yoona steps over each shoulder. She reaches forward and down to capture and cross the extended legs of Matsumoto in a figure four. Lacing her fingers behind the ankle of the straightened stem of her challenger, Park yanks up then back on the limb with an anguish-inducing Stump Puller.
Stump Puller (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8wi-nfawD8 ).
Sayuki howls in pain, the Invader seemingly trapped and immediately in danger of giving up her shot at the title in little more than a few minutes of action. With a veritable army of supporters in the AI’s corner, it doesn’t take long for Sayuri and Seah to leap to Matsumoto’s defense by hopping to the apron.
The ref, interrupted from asking if Sayuki wants to surrender, races to the Invasion corner, demanding the twosome take their place back on the floor. Meanwhile, Reiko and Yuko enter from opposite neutral corners, determined to get their cohort out of her vulnerable position.
Catching the Invasion’s general out of the corner of her eye, Yoona releases Matsumoto-san, Sayuki falling to her side and pulling her aching legs in close, collapsing to a fetal ball. Park gets turned in time to thrust her right palm around the throat of the suddenly bug-eyed manager. Ogura’s arms raise, palms extended. She chokes out a plea for mercy, but Yoona snatches one of Yuko’s suspenders to get a second grip, the better to launch the leader for a chokeslam that would likely put her out of commission for the rest of the night.
Ogura’s raised high, the tiny manager’s arms and legs thrashing uselessly before she returns to the soles of her fashion-forward pumps when Reiko throws a chop block into Yoona’s left knee from behind, sending the champ sprawling, saving Ogura. Ohno guides the gulping Yuko out of the ring as Seah and Sayuri drop to the floor, leaving the ref to recover his concentration on the match.
He turns to find a limping Sayuki sink her ruby-tipped nails into Park’s scalp and rip her fellow Asian to her feet. She exchanges her grip for a wrist and buggywhips the slightly smaller Park off like a shot to the far corner. Yoona spins into the impact, her spine taking a hell of a bump from the buckles.
Park staggers out of the corner barely a step before being buried in an avalanche of curvy Invader, Matsumoto launching from a few feet out and SMASHING the champ with a top-heavy corner splash that DRIVES Yoona back into the corner, the meat in a delectable sandwich.
Not wasting time, Sayuki snakes her arms around the head and neck of her target while pressing her body tight to Park’s to keep her foe compliant in the corner. With her front sleeper closed to locked in from behind, Sayuki stuffs her copious cleavage into Park’s mug, hoping to use her tightening limbs to cut off Yoona’s blood flow while her bountiful bosom eliminates the Korean’s air supply.
Never known for her technical prowess or high-flying, Matsumoto nevertheless uses her Suns and Moons to their greatest advantage and Park’s arms flail wildly as she tries to find a way out of the satiny flesh covering her lips and nose, dark eyes barely peeking out over the golden hills.
Delighted, Yuko looks to Camille, their eyes meeting. She gestures toward Sayuki’s power play, snickering loudly at Cosworth, knowing in close quarters her Ultimate Weapon would rule the day and claim the EA gold. And then perhaps the Girl Of Tomorrow would have her last FAWN Of Today courtesy the full force of her Invasion.
With her legs growing weak and time growing shorter, Park laces her fingers behind the crown of Sayuki’s skull, pushing the crown of hers to Matsumoto’s chin. She drops to her knees and drags the Invader down with her until the jarring stop of the champ forces a jaw-snapping impact for Matsumoto. Sayuki’s noggin lashes away from the collision, her plush body following quickly behind. The challenger staggers a few steps before catching her balance.
With Yuko already demanding she get back after the kneeling Yoona and tear the Korean a new one, Matsumoto shakes out the creeping cobwebs and closes the distance with the slowly rising Park.
Always one for the direct approach, Sayuki tries to tie up with Yoona so she can again establish close quarters and use her power game but Park nimbly ducks under the double-armed swipe of Ogura’s Weapon. Moving past her foe, Yoona sprints to the opposite cables. She throws herself into the ropes and the u-turn they provide, rocketing back at the Matsumoto, Sayuki turned and striding toward her.
Park doesn’t hesitate and doesn’t steer away from the oncoming clash. At the last second, she leaps, legs widening slightly to take her foe down with a Thesz Press and get to work bombarding her foe with a barrage of fists. But the sturdy Sayuki catches Yoona, arms curling under the curve of Park’s taut glutes, momentarily keeping the Korean goes airborne. The challenger pivots and drops to her knees SLAMMING Park into a ring-rattling spinebuster.
Spinebuster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nataMZT-IM )
Yoona’s left splayed in a motionless starfish beneath Matsumoto who’s on hands and knees. Sayuki curls her arms behind the pits of Park’s knees and leans forward, folding the champ into a tight matchbook, the champion’s shoulders planted to the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Yoona throws a shoulder up, flopping to her side, dazed by the destructive force of the throw-down. On the sidelines, Yuko and her troops batter the ref with blistering barbs about the slow count while Camille stirs the crowd into a rhythmic clap in hopes of getting her partner motivated to escape the current mess.
Sayuki, on her haunches next to Yoona, seems to enjoy the worthless show of support from the FAWNatics, Matsumoto-san drawing Yoona up by her ebony locks as she rises. Snuggling alongside the EurAsian titleholder, Sayuki grabs her foe’s near wrist and stuffs the limb between Park’s legs, grabbing it on the back side.
Matsumoto drapes her opposite arm over the back of Yoona’s neck and dips slightly to gather her resources. With Ogura shrieking instructions, a grunting Sayuki launches Park up and over in a mid-air somersault with the help of her ‘handle’ THUMPING Yoona into the mat with her Pumphandle Slam.
Pumphandle Slam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSoQ0UxDXCw )
The excitement of the masses evaporates in an instant, Ogura finally satisfied with her Weapon’s performance, EA gold glittering in her eyes. Sayuki hooks Park’s far leg as she rolls to her back atop the champ, drawing Yoona into a tight cradle, the champ’s ass pointed to the rafters for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
A seizure ripples through Park’s body, freeing her from Matsumoto’s clutches to the wide-eyed chagrin on the Invader and the high-pitched complaining of her manager. Carpenter holds up the index and middle fingers of his right hand in a V, the universal sign for a two-count that cuts across language barriers, and that curtails any further argument from the little general.
Yuko screeches more instructions in Japanese to her Ultimate Weapon, and Sayuki complies by grabbing hold of Yoona’s thick French braid and dragging the champion to hands and knees. Matsumoto stands over the penitent Park for a moment before reaching down and looping her arms around the Korean’s midriff, then with a sudden burst of effort, Sayuki straightens her posture and yanks Yoona into the air before driving her back down to the deck with a Gutwrench Powerbomb.
GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSkm-VhH9bk
This time the force of the impact works in Yoona’s favor, allowing her to flop over onto her stomach following the rebound from the thinly-sheathed plywood. Denied the opportunity for an immediate pin, Sayuki looms over the splattered champion catching her breath after her trio of power moves, her ample chest rising and falling with every huff and puff of air. After a few seconds, Matsumoto has sufficiently refueled to continue the assault, and she hauls Park fully upright in preparation for a second attempt at a Front Sleeper.
Before the Suns can set on her title reign, however, Yoona slips free of the Invader’s clutches by dipping her head and shoulders underneath Sayuki’s right arm. At the same time she throws her own arm across the challenger’s chest, but having just taken a hellacious pounding, Yoona’s initial attempt to lift the other wrestler for a Uranage stalls out. Nevertheless, the Slim Reaper was nothing if not resourceful, so she quickly pitches forward and falls to one knee, tripping Matsumoto into a short drop with a harsh, spine-first landing across her posted thigh.
STO BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=alOgs35seSY
Ogura pounds her tiny fists into the apron in frustration as her Ultimate Weapon squawks in pain from the STO Backbreaker. When Yoona holds her position to keep Sayuki trapped and bent over backwards, Yuko screams a preemptive ‘NO!’ at Al, lest the referee get any hasty ideas about a submission. At the very least, the diminutive manager convinces Park that the current predicament isn’t enough to wring a surrender from Matsumoto-san, and the champion delves further into her bag of tricks.
Linking her hands behind Sayuki’s neck for a more secure grip, Yoona violently shifts into reverse, popping her hips and throwing herself back onto the deck in order to introduce the Invader’s face to the canvas. Park releases her hands and rolls through with the impact of the Reverse STO, then putting her ballet flexibility to good use, she contorts her body and loops her left leg around Matsumoto’s head and neck before re-securing her S-grip to lock in the Koji Clutch.
REVERSE STO & KOJI CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1q7zNJtJfLA
Sayuki immediately begins thrashing about, though with her neck being caught in the strangulating vise formed by Yoona’s hands and thigh, her efforts grow weaker by the moment. As loud and as shrill as a fire alarm, her general reminds her that surrender is not an option, and so even with her eyelids becoming increasingly heavy, Matsumoto-san weakly croaks ‘Iiieeee…’ when Carpenter asks for her submission. She stretches her legs out behind her, the safety of the bottom rope just a few inches away from the tips of her boots, and after about thirty seconds of futile struggle, the Invader looks to be entirely limp and unconscious.
Al kneels down next to Sayuki’s entrapped head, lifts an arm, and watches as it lifelessly falls to the mat. He gestures ‘ONE!’ to the timekeeper, and is greeted by jubilant cheers from the FAWNatics. The referee checks a second time, and again Matsumoto’s fails to keep her arm aloft, and now the audience is on its feet as it seems that the champion has successfully repelled the Asian Invasion. Carpenter lifts Sayuki’s arm for the third and what would be final time, but just before he lets ago, a snarling voice full of venom and hate calls out from behind.
“PAY ATTENTION, GAIJIN DOG!”
Al cranes his head around towards the source of the invective, and he sees the disdainful visage of Reiko Ohno staring back at him from just above the ring apron. More importantly, he sees Matsumoto’s left boot hooked over the bottom rope, possibly the beneficiary of further meddling from her compatriots, though Carpenter is unable to render a judgement without having directly witnessed any interference. He apologetically informs Yoona that she must release what appears to be a decisive hold, then Al braces himself for the string of emasculating vituperation that’s surely on its way.
Fortunately for the much-maligned official, Park’s attention is focused elsewhere. On opposite side of the ring, Reiko’s tag team partner Seah Sin is creeping ever closer to Camille at the announcer’s desk. Yoona can’t be certain of Seah’s intentions, but she pragmatically assumes the worst of her fellow Korean wrestler.
“Eyes on me, Merle,” she growls to the referee, then she sprints towards the edge of the ring.
Never known for her acrobatic aptitude, Park nevertheless manages to leap headfirst over the top rope, turning herself into a human missile. The Little Dragon notices the incoming Suicide Dive far too late, and a split second later she’s forcibly squashed between Yoona’s body and the steel barricade. Yuko screams bloody murder as she demands that the champion be disqualified for the unprovoked assault on one of her charges, although when Carpenter pointedly reminds her that the title belt cannot change hands without a clean finish, Ogura immediately withdraws her complaint.
Meanwhile, Yoona has picked herself out of the human wreckage on the floor, wincing and hissing but still in much better shape than the smaller wrestler who took the brunt of the impact. Tuning out her girlfriend for the time being, she fires a single vicious stomp into the back of Seah’s head just to be sure, then she stalks towards Sayuri Anzu, the closest member of Asian Invasion out on the floor. Sayuri raises her fists in preparation to fight the champion, but with Carpenter’s undivided attention on Yoona, Yuko commands her to stand down lest she get her stablemate disqualified. That momentary hesitation is all that Park needs to pulverize Anzu’s crotch with a Snap Kick, then she grabs two handfuls of hair and whips Sayuri’s head into the adjacent ring post.
Yoona steps over Anzu’s body after it crumples to the floor, her eyes now set on Reiko and Yuko, the only members of the Asian Invasion still standing at the moment. The Slim Reaper’s lips curl into a predatory sneer as the two Invaders slowly back away, unwilling to fight back and thus left only with the option of retreat. Park charges at them full steam ahead, and from a couple of feet away she leaps into the air with her left knee brought forward and up. The strike is clearly aimed at Ogura, but at the last moment the Samurai sacrifices herself for her Shogun, Reiko pushing her manager out of the way and taking a crushing Busaiku Knee Kick to the jaw for her trouble.
BUSAIKU KNEE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ekcc91yp7Q0
Having now left four flattened Invaders in her wake, Yoona turns towards their ringleader. Yuko takes one look at the Slim Reaper and immediately decides that discretion is the better part of valor as she turns tail and runs, though her gait is unsteady and awkward due to her high-heeled footwear. Park knows that Ogura would be easy prey should she choose to run down the Asian Invasion manager, but at the same time, the referee’s count is at “EIGHTEEN!” Prideful as she is, Yoona is loathe to concede even a meaningless count-out victory to her opponent, so she slides back into the ring and allows Yuko to live just a little while longer.
Sayuki is still down on one knee taking heavy gulps of air after being choked nearly unconscious, and Park once again uses her pigtails for handlebars, grasping one in each hand. The champion pounds a trio of alternating Knee Strikes into the sides of ribcage, but with a strength born of mad desperation, Matsumoto catches the fourth and powers to a stand with Yoona in her grasps. Almost as quickly as she’s up, she’s down again, dropping her left knee to the canvas while simultaneously slamming her right thigh into Park’s groin.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsYRmlPf0yE
A rasping and wheezing Yoona staggers away from the Inverted Atomic Drop, though after a few steps the pain becomes too much to bear and she collapses onto her side with her hands clasped between her legs. A few feet away, Sayuki continues to gradually recover as Yuko resumes shouting instructions and demands, the Asian Invasion general having rediscovered her courage now that her Ultimate Weapon is coming back online.
Blinking back the remainder of her coherence, Matsumoto gives her head a rattle and goes back to work under the high-pitched demands of her manager. Deciding against pinning the champion, the bikini-clad battler sinks a set of nails into Yoona’s long ebony locks and slowly but surely pulls the Slim Reaper to her feet. Knock-kneed, Park reflexively protecting her battered womanhood, the Eurasian titleholder can’t keep herself on the canvas when Sayuki scoops behind her knees and lifts Yoona like a babe in her arms.
Pulling the cradled champ to her chest, Matsumoto-san dramatically falls to one knee, dropping Park’s lower spine across the sturdy golden-skinned plank of her upper right leg. Yoona yelps in pain from the simple yet effective over-the-knee backbreaker. The Invader doubles the pressure, pressing palms down on either side of the fulcrum the base of Yoona’s backbone has become. One hand shoves down on a thigh, the other under the Korean’s chin.
“You quit now!” Sayuki demands of her fellow Asian.
Park grunts in noncommittal fashion.
“NOW!” Yuko shrieks from the sidelines, Seah having rejoined her if still bent at the waist, Reiko and Sayuri still battling their bruised bodies to make it back to AI HQ.
Sayuki draws her noggin back and adds a headbutt to the arched abs of the champ, sending Yoona into convulsions from the unexpected attack. Matsumoto dumps the Korean off her lower limb, Park plopping to her chest, left hand reaching to her lower spine in a vain attempt to massage away the pain.
A risen Sayuki makes sure that won’t happen anytime soon, stomping away on every piece of South Korea’s favorite FAWN daughter to which she can lay a boot sole. With Yoona seemingly pacified, Ogura’s Ultimate Weapon latches onto a wrist and shoulder and pulls the increasingly endangered champion to her feet.
Matsumoto pounds a few forearms into the back of Park’s neck before snaking her arms under those of her foe, lacing her fingers together behind Yoona’s softened napes. The powerful Japanese grappler gives Park a series of violent shakes with her full nelson, rattling the gray matter of her foe.
The Kobe native, as usual, has something more impactful in mind. Sayuki dips slightly and LAUNCHES Yoona off the canvas, pivoting and THUMPING Park to the deck with a vicious, ring-rattling slam that makes Camille wince and flinch simultaneously.
Full Nelson Slam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIKSwvlAn14 )
The “WHOA” from the crowd at the force of the impact seems to convince the Invasion’s general a cover is in order and Yuko demands the kneeling Matsumoto carry out her wishes despite Sayuki’s apparent opinion she’d rather dish out more punishment.
Matsumoto lays her plush frame across the flattened Slim Reaper in a lateral press and hooks the far leg for good measure, picking up the…
ONE…
TWO…
The champ kicks free of the attempt emphatically if not early, rolling to her chest and raising her right hand to waggle an index finger in a show of bravado that she’s not close to done.
Infuriated at the display by the champion, Yuko screeches at her power player to make the insolent Korean pay for her show of persistence. The full lips of Matsumoto twist into a sneer, an almost imperceptible shake of her head belying Sayuki’s muted anger she hadn’t followed her own instincts on how to deal with Park.
Slipping her hands beneath the belly of the Slim Reaper, she links digits and hauls Yoona up as deadweight, showing the FAWNatics why Sayuki is Ogura’s go-to girl. Matsumoto pulls Park all the way to a bearhug from behind, the squirming of Yoona fruitless in breaking the grip of the rampaging Invader.
Loosening her hug slightly, Sayuki spins Park within her control to a front bearhug, chest to chest. She tightens her grip, lifting Yoona to tiptoes, the Korean gasping when the power of Sayuki’s flexing biceps force Park’s lungs to work like a bellows.
With Yuko shouting “DOWN” in her ears, Sayuki shuffles forward as best she can before throwing her body forward, Yoona along for the ride. The landing draws a sympathetic groan from both Camille and the crowd as the full body splash to the mat is a ring rattler, the sandwiched Yoona stilled beneath the curvy Asian avalanche.
Matsumoto-san quickly grapevines her legs around those of the champ as she wraps her palms around Yoona’s wrists and pins Park’s arms overhead in a ‘X’, Sayuki’s Suns overwhelming the pert bosom of the Korean. Al slides next to the Asian grapplers, the Japanese like a fleshy blanket on the Korean for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Yoona nudges more than shoves Sayuki to the side. It’s not forceful, but it’s enough to allow her to throw a shoulder off the canvas and keep her title reign intact.
Matsumoto pulls Park back from her hip and shoulder then starts to slide up her foe’s body, the movement instantly drawing excited chirps from her longtime tag partner Sayuri, Anzu knowing better than anyone when Sayuki’s Suns are about to set and bring dusk to Yoona’s time at the top of two continents.
But as Matsumoto tries to move her abundant assets toward the champ’s mug and polish her off in the most delectable way possible, Yoona pivots to create a little room and jabs a raised knee into Matsumoto’s liver.
The Ultimate Weapon’s dark eyes widen from the pesky poke and her concentration is misdirected enough that a determined Park, throwing her bodyweight, is able to roll her challenger in a 180, ending in a kneeling straddle of a startled Sayuki’s waist, the Invader’s butt and blades against the canvas.
Turning Matsumoto’s Suns into targets instead of weapons, Yoona fashions dual claws and sinks them into the thin red covering over Sayuki’s breasts, twisting and clenching her palms, drawing anguished yelps after the Invader momentarily squelches the cries with a bitten lower lip.
“HAIR,” howls Yuko.
The official turns quizzically to the manager with a ‘WTF’ face, but Matsumoto receives the true gist of the message. Sayuki reaches upward with both hands to delve her fingers into the lush ebony tresses of the champion and help flip positions back to the natural order.
Her on top.
Trapped underneath the Invader once more, Yoona flails and thrashes about in an attempt to avoid Sayuki’s setting Suns. Matsumoto shifts north to smother Park’s face with her oppressive cleavage, but in doing so she’s lost leverage on her opponent’s hips. Yoona lashes out with another knee from below, this time splitting Sayuki’s thighs and smashing the bony joint into the challenger’s groin.
Carpenter’s keen eye spots the infraction and he immediately delivers a stern warning to the champion, but the damage is already done as Matsumoto abandons her mount and crawls to a corner with one hand between her legs. Yuko shouts instructions from ringside, evidently believing that the debilitating agony and nausea of a Low Blow can be overcome if her orders are delivered in a sufficiently shrill and agitated manner.
Unfortunately for the little general, the Slim Reaper is in a far better condition to respond than her Ultimate Weapon. When she gets upright in the center of the ring and sees her foe still struggling to stand with the help of the ropes, Yoona breaks into a short, high-stepping sprint that culminates with a Corner Dropkick.
CORNER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6Ayb6kS8G8
Park’s bare heels smash into Matsumoto’s collarbones, propelling her backwards into the corner where her spine suffers a second collision against the turnbuckles. Sayuki rebounds towards the center of the ring, though she makes it only a step and a half before she topples over onto the canvas, and then the Slim Reaper is immediately upon her.
Pushing the Japanese challenger onto her back, Yoona straddles her hips and grapevines one leg flat against the mat while stretching the other one up and over Sayuki’s head. Caught in the devastating stretch, Matsumoto empties her lungs in an anguished howl, and it seems like Park is about to claim another victim with her Death by Snu Snu finishing move. Before the champion can set her hips to that salacious crotch-on-crotch grind, however, Ogura screams something unintelligible at a volume and pitch that might have set off car alarms in the parking lot.
Having a decade’s worth of chemistry with her manager, Sayuki blindly reaches out in the direction of Yuko’s voice, and her trust is rewarded when her fingertips brush against the bottom rope. She squirms and struggles a little more, and soon she manages to wrap her palm around the springy steel lifeline, then a nanosecond later Ogura is up on the apron squawking at the referee and demanding a rope break. Yoona furiously pumps her hips back and forth as she forces Carpenter to count, but even someone of her sexual prowess can’t finish the job in a mere five seconds.
Park dismounts with an angry snarl, perhaps tinged with a bit of disappointment that she had lost an opportunity to again indulge in her most base desires. She pulls Matsumoto away from the safety of the ropes and hauls the other Asian wrestler upright with two handfuls of hair, clasping both hands around the back of Sayuki’s neck in her signature Thai Plum. Everyone in the building knows that a barrage of rib-pulverising Knee Strikes is coming, and unfortunately for Yoona, that includes her opponent.
Even without Ogura’s instruction, Matsumoto-san knows to short-circuit the champion’s plans by stomping on her exposed toes. Park relinquishes the clinch and screeches as she awkwardly hops about on one foot with the other held in her hands, though she promptly gets some revenge by poking her opponent in the eyes when the Invader is a little too hasty and careless in trying to capitalize on an opening. Al delivers another warning to Yoona that he knows will be ignored, then he immediately goes to check on Sayuki who’s stumbling around with her right hand protectively covering her face.
In the meantime, Yoona has relocated to the edge of the ring, leaning against the top rope for support while she rubs the hurt out of her foot. Yuko sees an opportunity with the referee’s attention elsewhere, and with the rest of her battered troops now gathered around her, she reaches under the bottom rope to grab Park’s shin and ankle to hold the champion in place. At the same time Ogura calls for her Ultimate Weapon, and despite her bleary vision, Sayuki shoves Carpenter aside and charges in the direction of the sound, once again guided by her general and this time hoping to plow through the champion like a runaway train.
Unable to move away with Ogura desperately latched to her leg, Yoona elects to drop to the canvas just as Sayuki is barreling towards her for a skull-crushing Lariat. Park pulls the rope down with her as she ducks out of the way just in time, and now left hitting nothing but air, Matsumoto’s momentum sends her careening over the cables and out of the ring. Yuko’s eyes widen with shock and horror as her out-of-control Ultimate Weapon plummets towards her, and she instinctively raises her arms in front of her face even though she has no chance of catching or deflecting the much larger wrestler.
Luckily for Yuko, the rest of her Asian Invasion charges have the wherewithal to rush to her rescue, Sayuri and Seah and Reiko all coming together to shield their general from the runaway Sayuki. Their combined efforts are enough -- just barely -- to catch their stablemate a split second before Ogura is squashed by friendly fire. The audience groans in disappointment, and after taking a moment to steady her nerves, Yuko cackles triumphantly as she revels in their collective dismay.
Her jubilation is far too premature, however, as she has forgotten to account for the Slim Reaper.
Seeing all five members of Asian Invasion clustered together on the floor, the normally ground-bound Korean takes to the skies. She leaps and turns in midair so that she flops into a seat on the top rope, and the springy tension of the steel cable propels her into a high-arcing backflip out of the ring. Yoona splashes down belly-to-belly upon Sayuki, and the extra collision is too much for the other three supporting wrestlers of Asian Invasion to bear. Their arms and knees buckle as they collapse into a heap with their diminutive general at the bottom and Sayuki on top. Miraculously, Park manages to land on her feet after the impact of her Arabian Press, though the incredulous look on her face makes it clear that the crisp dismount was accidental rather than planned.
“EXACTLY AS PLANNED!” Yoona gleefully shouts at her girlfriend at the other side of the ring, though Camille only responds with an unimpressed, sarcastic golf clap.
ARABIAN PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0k3b2ZMZMcs
Grumbling under her breath about her partner’s lack of enthusiasm, Park picks up the splattered challenger and shoves Matsumoto back into the ring, paying no attention to the other four women piled up at her feet. Yoona promptly re-enters the field of battle and clinches on another Thai Plum, this time rapid-firing a half-dozen alternating Knee Strikes into Sayuki’s breadbasket before the Invader can even think of escaping.
“Roses are red,” the Slim Reaper purrs while a deflated Matsumoto sinks to her knees and hugs her ribs after having her midsection blasted.
“Violets are blue,” Park continues, prying out the challenger’s arms and trapping them in a tight Double Underhook.
“Omae wa mou shindeiru,” Yoona finishes her rhyme in Japanese as she straightens her back and lifts Sayuki off the mat by their interlocked arms, holding the Invader upside down for a beat or two before dropping to her knees and violently spiking the crown of Matsumoto’s skull into the deck.
TIGER DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHeVGnVl_-A
With the combined weight of both wrestlers behind it, Yoona’s Tiger Driver lands with sickening force, nearly collapsing Sayuki’s neck like an accordion. Park lays across the chest of the deathly still Invader, and the pin is all but academic as the referee counts out…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The FAWNatics erupt in cheers as Yoona has now officially denied the much-hated Asian Invasion another title run. The champion herself is apparently in no mood to celebrate, however, and she rolls out of the ring before the announcer is even finished proclaiming her latest defense a successful one. With the match now over and the threat of disqualification rendered moot, she knows that the rest of Yuko’s troops have little reason to stay their hand, and thus she must beat a hasty retreat lest she fall victim to the numbers game.
“We’re leaving, Cam. NOW!” Park says urgently as she hustles to the announcer’s table, pulls Camille up by an arm, and starts dragging her girlfriend towards the nearest exit.
“Wait, Yoona! Wait!” Cosworth protests as she stumbles along, trying to use the cane in her free hand to maintain her balance. “You left your belt at --”
“FORGET THE BELT!” Yoona snaps, her voice carrying an edge of desperation as she sees that the Asian Invasion members have already incapacitated the referee and are now spread out and blocking off their escape routes, Sayuri in one aisle with Reiko and Seah in the other while Yuko tries to rouse Sayuki in the middle of the ring. “...shit…! SHIT!”
Having no delusions about being able to fight one-on-three and protect Camille at the same time, Yoona throws her girlfriend over her shoulders and starts climbing over the barricade in a last ditch effort to escape through the crowd. Unfortunately, she only gets one leg over the side before Seah dashes over and snares her braid, pulling her head backwards even as the rest of her body tries to go forward. Park screams in pain and forges onward anyway, dragging along the weight attached to her hair by sheer force of will, but then Reiko and Sayuri are on the scene, and Yoona has no hope of overcoming their combined might.
With a final effort, she pitches her girlfriend as far forward as she can, Camille landing on one shoulder and rolling to a stop a few feet away.
“LEAVE!” Yoona screams at the top of her lungs as she’s dragged back over the barricade.
Park curls into a protective shell on the floor as her attackers lay the boots to her. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Sayuri climbing the barricade to go after Cosworth, and the threat to her beloved gives her renewed strength to fight. Yoona forces herself to hands and knees, leaving her ribs open to savage kicks from both sides, then she smashes an uppercut between Anzu’s thighs and drags Sayuri back to the ground.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” she screeches at Camille, who seems to be a deer stuck in the headlights. “GODDAMN IT, LEAVE! GET OUT OF -- NRRRRRGGHH!”
A recovered Sayuki hammers Yoona with a chair shot right between the shoulderblades as Yuko looks down and smirks. Reiko sits on her back and Seah sits on her calves, pinning her face down on the floor, then Ogura murmurs further instructions to Matsumoto-san. Sayuki lines up the edge of the steel chair with Yoona’s ankles, then she brandishes her weapon overhead for a bone-crunching blow.
Before she can bring it down, however, she and the rest of her stablemates are tackled to the ground by a diving Camille, still capable of athletic feats even on one leg. Everyone in the building is momentarily stunned by this sudden turn of events -- everyone except Cosworth herself. She figures that while her career might already be over, Yoona’s is most definitely not. As the recently ascendant EurAsian champion, Park had much to lose from a crippling injury, and Camille could not abide by that. Working quickly before the Invaders can regain the wits, she tucks her girlfriend into a ball -- entangling all four limbs in a Paradise Lock -- then Camille lays across Yoona’s back to act as a human shield and hangs on for dear life.
PARADISE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpbjnnUfFxE
“No, Cam… No, no, no…” Park sobs as she realizes what Cosworth is doing.
<<Yoona… It’s okay. It’s okay…>> Camille whispers, switching to Korean to reassure her girlfriend. <<...they can’t hurt me anymore. There’s nothing -- >>
She’s interrupted by the bang of steel against flesh, Sayuki putting her statement to the test by smashing the steel chair across her back. Cosworth bites her bottom lip and shudders, squelching any cry of pain, though Park does the screaming in her stead.
“NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!” Yoona wails, her eyes brimming and then overflowing while she shouts herself hoarse at Yuko. “I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU!”
Ogura is unmoved by such toothless threats, and in fact she commands Sayuri to retrieve a chair as well. Anzu does as bid, then she joins her tag team partner in pounding Camille with shot after shot, the pair of Invaders striking in perfect, syncopated rhythm with their chairs like an old-timey rail-driving team.
<<Close… your eyes… don’t… watch…>> Cosworth murmurs as she struggles to hang on to consciousness.
“HELP US! HEEEELP UUUUSSSS!” Yoona screams towards the entrance ramp, putting aside her pride to plead for help from anyone that would listen, though Reiko and Seah are already positioned at the base of the walkway to intercept any do-gooders.
“There’s no one coming for the likes of you...” Yuko sneers. “...not even to help her.”
...and then the lights go out.
Cell phones flash on to try and illuminate the Arena to (pun intended) shed some light on what’s happening. Before anyone could can their bearings though, everyone hears a high pitched, pained scream, followed by sobbing and cursing in Japanese. Shortly after, a grunt, followed by pleas of “No, no...NOOOOO!!” and then a CRASH of metal.
The lights finally come up to find Sayuki Matsumoto rolling around on the floor, clutching her knee and Sayuri Anzu crumpled in a heap against the guardrail, which has now shifted several inches from the impact. The crowd roars in jubilation as they see the cause of one-half of Asian Invasion’s misfortune.
Kanako Akiyama stands protectively in front of Yoona and Cam, her trusty collapsible baton in hand, and rage in her eyes.
KANAKO AKIYAMA
“{Traitor!}” Yuko Ogura shrieks from the safety of behind her two remaining charges in her native
Japanese, “{You should be helping US, not those two sluts!}”
“{Help you? A honor-bankrupt, shrieking harpy? I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire, you rotten slag!}” Kanako snarls in reply, also in Japanese, which for some reason makes Yuko step back in shock.
It’s at this point that Kanako notices Seah and Reiko hesitating, looking back to their leader for guidance, unsure of what to do about this newcomer.
“{Oh, yes...Please order your dogs to attack, Ogawa. Let me show them a bit of what your other two charges got. Tell me, ladies…}” she turned to the two women with a smirk, “{...how’s your health insurance under her?}” she then points the baton at Ogura.
Ogawa stamps her feet and gnashes her teeth. She can tell by the Modern Day Ronin’s tone of voice that she’s deadly serious and has every intention of following through on her threat if pressed. Also, with Yoona Park soon to be on her feet and very pissed, she realizes the numbers game is no longer in her favor.
With a regretful growl, she barks at her two upright wrestlers, “{Grab Sayuki and Sayuri! We’re getting out of here!}"
She glares at Kanako and points a finger at her, “This isn’t over!” she shrieks again, this time in English, “You will pay for sticking your nose in our business!” she threatens as she backs up the entrance ramp, following her girls to the back.
“Anytime you want some, bitch,” Kanako answers, also in English, “I’m not hard to find!”
With the threat gone, Kanako then turns to Yoona and Camille.
“You guys okay?” she asks, her expression softening as she gently helps Cosworth lie on the ground before rolling Park to one side in order to undo the human knot of the Paradise Lock.
Camille starts to groan a response to Kanako, but instead she’s drowned out by a furious, inhuman screech from her girlfriend. The moment she’s freed, Yoona roughly bats away Akiyama’s extended hand and hops to her feet, any lingering aches and pains washed away by a surge of adrenaline and rage. She would’ve stormed off to chase after Yuko and company but for Cosworth persistently clinging to her right leg.
<<Yoona, no…>> Camille feebly moans, still speaking in Korean. <<...stay… stay with me…>>
The hurt and pain in her voice quenches Park’s anger. Yoona sinks to her knees and cradles her girlfriend’s upper body to her chest, then she buries her face in Camille’s long, brown hair while her shoulders shake uncontrollably. By the time she regains enough composure to raise her head and look around, the medical team is rushing to the scene and their savior has long since disappeared back into the crowd.
Surely, the FAWNatics are delighted at the tag belts being removed from the Invaders at March to War a couple months previous, but they’re aware Yuko will never be satisfied when none of her Invasion have FAWN gold. The crowd’s jeers rise in volume when the tiniest, most shrill and most successful manager in organization history, Yuko Ogura, appears on the upper stage. The well-supported Ogura casts her gaze over the FAWNatics with familiar sneering disdain, the devious businesswoman joined by all four of her army. The old guard, Sayuki and Sayuri are on her left shoulder; Seah and Reiko on her right.
YUKO OGURA
SAYUKI MATSUMOTO
SAYURI ANZU
SEAH SIN
REIKO OHNO
The volume of the crowd only increases as Sayuki, the powerhouse of the group and most prosperous singles grappler, joins her general in leading the rest of the Invasion down the ramp and aisle. Reaching the ring, Matsumoto heads up the steps, Ogura shrieking over the cantankerous crowd, demanding they show her curvy weapon the proper reverence.
The busty Asian is dressed for battle in her familiar blood red bikini, the scant cloth leaving precious little of her hourglass figure to the imagination. Complementing the curves are white pads and boots, the pads bearing the red discs of her nation’s flag. Her dark hair is arranged into two long ponytails. Her long-time partner Sayuri and the later additions, now veterans themselves, recent tag champs Reiko and Seah, are likewise attired to present a united front.
As Sayuki sits on the middle rope and pushes the top skyward, Ogura enters the ring while the rest of the Invaders take their place on the floor next to Matsumoto’s corner. Yuko takes center stage with Sayuki quickly joining her, Ogura garbed in a white satin top in front, black-n-white stripes from side to back, familiar fedora firmly in place. Below is the gun metal gray with pinstripes but only in very daring proportions, the tiny ring of cloth held in place with a pair of jaunty suspenders. On her abbreviated but delectable stems are whalenet stockings leading to black business pumps and atop her long chestnut-colored locks is a black fedora.
imgur.com/a/8nr7H
Yuko doffs her fedora and plucks a microphone from inside. The crowd seems less than pleased with the prospect of a monologue from the leader of the Invaders and makes Yuko aware. She waits for something approaching silence.
“If you think those confederate cheats stealing the tag belts from my Invasion would end our threat,” Yuko says, “you are as stupid Yoona Park for agreeing to take on my Ultimate Weapon tonight.”
The crowd lets loose with another loud set of boos.
“My Sayuki will not fail me. She has guaranteed the Eurasian gold will be returned to where it belongs, in our care and in my hands. Will we keep the title here or take it home to Japan once more? That depends on how courteous you are to my Invasion.”
The crowd explodes in anger at even the thought of a FAWN championship again being held hostage thousands of miles away.
“This is not helping,” Ogura shrieks before letting the microphone ‘THUNK’ to the canvas. She leads Matsumoto to the Invasion corner, leaving the ring announcer to picks up where the manager leaves off.
“Tonight’s next match is one fall with a 30-minute time limit and is for the Eurasian Championship. Introducing…accompanied by the leader of the Asian Invasion Yuko Ogura and her fellow Invaders…standing five feet eight inches tall and weighing in at 130 pounds…from Kobe, Japan…Sayuki Matsumoto.”
Yuko shows off her weapon once more, ignoring the sound of boos bouncing off the arena walls. She steps through the ropes when Sayuki opens them wide again, and takes her place on the outside, dropping to the floor to join the rest of her troops and wait for Matsumoto’s foe.
Yoona Park peeks out at the ring from a crack in the curtains just as her entrance music begins to play. She sighs in irritation and turns to her girlfriend.
“Goddamn it, the whole fucking band is there…” Yoona mutters. “Tell me again why that’s allowed?”
Camille Cosworth shrugs and replies, “Because you don’t read your contracts before you sign them?”
“Bah, whatever. Look, babe, maybe you should stay --”
“Nuh-uh! No way, Jose!” Camille interjects. “Where you go, I go. We’re stronger together.”
“Cam, you’re not…” Park says before immediately drifting off as her eyes fall on the brace around Cosworth’s right knee, that particular bit of hardware working in conjunction with a walking stick to allow the erstwhile Girl of Tomorrow to ambulate despite a paralyzed right leg. “...I just… I want you to be safe.”
“I’ll be safe with you,” Camille says, her voice soft while at the same time making it crystal clear that she would brook no further argument on the issue. “Now c’mon, champ. The beat’s about to drop.”
The matter settled, Cosworth links her left arm with Park’s right and the pair step through the curtains and onto the entranceway just in time for the leitmotif at the seventy second mark.
PARADEMICS - PACIFIC RIM (ORCHESTRAL COVER):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvrR2Lbfl_s
“And introducing your FAWN EurAsian champion... coming in at five foot seven and one hundred twenty eight pounds… hailing from Seoul, South Korea… Yoona Park!” the ring announcer shouts over the PA system as Yoona and Camille march down the ramp in nearly perfect lockstep, their cadence marred only by the slightly offbeat clattering of Cosworth’s walking cane.
YOONA PARK
CAMILLE COSWORTH
Like months past, the FAWNatics give the couple a rousing ovation, although this time their support for Park seems to be wholeheartedly genuine rather than by proxy to their affection for Cosworth. Yoona’s sexual annihilation of Estrina Starfire in her previous defense hadn’t put her in the good graces of the many, but compared to Yuko Ogura’s Asian Invasion, the Slim Reaper was still the far lesser of the two evils and thus entitled to a proper hero’s welcome. Large swaths of the audience wear skull-painted facemasks in support of the champion and perhaps even to intimidate the opposing side, although each member of Yuko’s stable appears decidedly unimpressed.
Yoona drops off her title belt and her girlfriend at the announcer’s table, ensuring that Camille is strategically situated between Joanna Coleman and Gordy Solis so that the pair of FAWN broadcast announcers may serve as unwitting human shields should things get messy. Park and Cosworth silently press their foreheads together for a couple of seconds, a wordless expression of unity, and then the Korean breaks apart and clambers into the ring to meet her challenger.
Referee Algernon Carpenter gives a quick, cursory check of the champion’s gear -- the bustier-style one piece, the elbow length fingerless gloves, and the protective leg sleeves that ran from knee to ankle, all done in black and trimmed in gold -- then he calls for the timekeeper’s bell to officially start the contest. Unlike the slow, languid starts that had become her habit, Park promptly stalks out of her corner with steely determination in her eyes. When Sayuki storms out for a tete-a-tete the middle of the ring, Yoona raises a leg, plants a foot in the Invader’s breadbasket, and sends the challenger back from whence she came with a powerful Push Kick.
Unbalanced and reeling from the strike, Matsumoto stumbles into a clumsy backpedal into her starting corner. Sayuki hisses in displeasure when the top turnbuckle strikes her right between the shoulderblades, and a split second later she has much more concerning things to worry about when Yoona comes flying in with a follow-up Superman Punch. Park’s fist lands flush against Matsumoto’s jaw, buckling the Japanese wrestler’s knees and forcing her to throw out her arms to either side to catch herself on the intersecting top ropes.
Yoona takes one look at Sayuki’s eyes, and the champion knows that her latest challenger is dazed but far from out. The Slim Reaper backs up all the way to the diagonally opposite corner and comes sprinting towards Matsumoto again, this time leaping from even further out into another vicious Superman Punch. The second blow nearly sends the buxom Asian flipping over the top ropes, but after a beat, gravity reasserts itself and returns Sayuki’s boots to the mat.
Yuko screams something in Japanese which Yoona does not understand -- perhaps an insult directed her way, or instructions for her Ultimate Weapon -- but either way that doesn’t prevent Park from snapping, “Shut up, Tojo!”
Even as the words are coming out of her mouth, Yoona is winding up for the last of a trifecta of Superman Punches. Once more she sprints at her opponent and takes flight with her right fist chambered, but it seems that Sayuki has been roused by Ogura’s commands. This time the Invader manages to roll with the blow and greatly reduce its kinetic impact, and at the same time, she wraps her arms around her foe to pull Yoona in for a brawny Bear Hug. Park groans in pain as Matsumoto’s prodigious cleavage crushes against her much more modest assets, then a moment later, Sayuki pirouettes out of the corner and drives the champion into the deck with a booming Belly-to-Belly Suplex.
BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=T3cmRP95VjQ
Matsumoto is in perfect pinning position with Park pancaked beneath her, but her general intuits that a pin would be futile this early and demands that she continue to punish the splattered champion. Sayuki hauls Yoona up by an arm and Irish Whips her into a corner, and Matsumoto comes crashing down on her a heartbeat later with a Corner Splash as soon as Park pivots about to avoid slamming chest-first into the turnbuckles.
CORNER SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLKsNWk_lDs
Sayuki decides to take a page from her opponent’s book, backing up and preparing for a encore Corner Splash as Yoona had done with her Superman Punches. The Invader is just lurching into motion, however, when Park beats a hasty escape by slopping to the canvas and then rolling out to the floor, ceding the ring to the challenger while she tries to catch her breath. She stumbles over the the announcer’s table and leans against it for support while she huffs and puffs and warily shifts her gaze from one member of Asian Invasion to the next.
“Slow down, Yoona. You’re not fighting your fight,” Camille advises as she reaches over the table to give her girl a quick shoulder rub.
“Gotta end this quick before the rest of those motherfuckers decide to get involved,” Yoona angrily mutters before gesturing towards Seah Sin with a tilt of her head. “Stupid, fat hobbitses…”
“Oh, relax! They won’t do anything to get disqualified and lose their title shot. Quit worrying and just get in there and kick some butt!” Cosworth encourages with a slap on the back. “And remember to have fuuuuuuunnnn.”
Yoona sighs in disgust as she climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes to reenter the field of battle, even as Camille flashes a huge grin and a double thumbs-up behind her back.
“Suns and Moons will set on imposter’s reign,” Sayuki says through heavily accented English and gesturing ominously to her bosom and hindquarters that had been the downfall of countless wrestlers.
“Fuck you, fatty!” Park snarls. “Your run was like Star Wars incest: awkward, and lame, and pointless. Everyone would rather just pretend it never happened. My run is like Game of Thrones incest: grand, and epic, and uncomfortably sexy.”
Whether she understands the champion’s words or not, Matsumoto’s features flash anger as she barrels towards Yoona at top speed. The Invader’s lunging grab comes up empty when Park ducks under her outstretched arms at the last moment, and when she wheels about to get eyes on her target, she’s promptly met by a stiff kick to her left kneecap. The joint gives way and forces Sayuki to genuflect, and in the span of a heartbeat, Yoona steps onto her posted right thigh and smashes a wicked Knee Strike into the side of her head.
SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcY9XiMUibc
With Matsumoto knocked loopy by the Shining Wizard, Park pounces across her chest and tightly cradles both legs for a pin. Carpenter slides down next to the pair of wrestlers, and he counts out…
ONE!
TWO!
...before Sayuki shoots a shoulder up off the mat, much to Yoona’s irritation.
Matsumoto-san rolls to her side, slowly making it to a seated position under the watchful eye of the champ, Park rising to her feet behind the curvy Invader. From Sayuki’s six, Yoona latches onto both long, raven pigtails, using them as handles as she DRIVES a knee between the shoulderblades of Yuko’s most prized weapon.
Sayuki’s upper body arches forward from the impact before Yoona steps over each shoulder. She reaches forward and down to capture and cross the extended legs of Matsumoto in a figure four. Lacing her fingers behind the ankle of the straightened stem of her challenger, Park yanks up then back on the limb with an anguish-inducing Stump Puller.
Stump Puller (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8wi-nfawD8 ).
Sayuki howls in pain, the Invader seemingly trapped and immediately in danger of giving up her shot at the title in little more than a few minutes of action. With a veritable army of supporters in the AI’s corner, it doesn’t take long for Sayuri and Seah to leap to Matsumoto’s defense by hopping to the apron.
The ref, interrupted from asking if Sayuki wants to surrender, races to the Invasion corner, demanding the twosome take their place back on the floor. Meanwhile, Reiko and Yuko enter from opposite neutral corners, determined to get their cohort out of her vulnerable position.
Catching the Invasion’s general out of the corner of her eye, Yoona releases Matsumoto-san, Sayuki falling to her side and pulling her aching legs in close, collapsing to a fetal ball. Park gets turned in time to thrust her right palm around the throat of the suddenly bug-eyed manager. Ogura’s arms raise, palms extended. She chokes out a plea for mercy, but Yoona snatches one of Yuko’s suspenders to get a second grip, the better to launch the leader for a chokeslam that would likely put her out of commission for the rest of the night.
Ogura’s raised high, the tiny manager’s arms and legs thrashing uselessly before she returns to the soles of her fashion-forward pumps when Reiko throws a chop block into Yoona’s left knee from behind, sending the champ sprawling, saving Ogura. Ohno guides the gulping Yuko out of the ring as Seah and Sayuri drop to the floor, leaving the ref to recover his concentration on the match.
He turns to find a limping Sayuki sink her ruby-tipped nails into Park’s scalp and rip her fellow Asian to her feet. She exchanges her grip for a wrist and buggywhips the slightly smaller Park off like a shot to the far corner. Yoona spins into the impact, her spine taking a hell of a bump from the buckles.
Park staggers out of the corner barely a step before being buried in an avalanche of curvy Invader, Matsumoto launching from a few feet out and SMASHING the champ with a top-heavy corner splash that DRIVES Yoona back into the corner, the meat in a delectable sandwich.
Not wasting time, Sayuki snakes her arms around the head and neck of her target while pressing her body tight to Park’s to keep her foe compliant in the corner. With her front sleeper closed to locked in from behind, Sayuki stuffs her copious cleavage into Park’s mug, hoping to use her tightening limbs to cut off Yoona’s blood flow while her bountiful bosom eliminates the Korean’s air supply.
Never known for her technical prowess or high-flying, Matsumoto nevertheless uses her Suns and Moons to their greatest advantage and Park’s arms flail wildly as she tries to find a way out of the satiny flesh covering her lips and nose, dark eyes barely peeking out over the golden hills.
Delighted, Yuko looks to Camille, their eyes meeting. She gestures toward Sayuki’s power play, snickering loudly at Cosworth, knowing in close quarters her Ultimate Weapon would rule the day and claim the EA gold. And then perhaps the Girl Of Tomorrow would have her last FAWN Of Today courtesy the full force of her Invasion.
With her legs growing weak and time growing shorter, Park laces her fingers behind the crown of Sayuki’s skull, pushing the crown of hers to Matsumoto’s chin. She drops to her knees and drags the Invader down with her until the jarring stop of the champ forces a jaw-snapping impact for Matsumoto. Sayuki’s noggin lashes away from the collision, her plush body following quickly behind. The challenger staggers a few steps before catching her balance.
With Yuko already demanding she get back after the kneeling Yoona and tear the Korean a new one, Matsumoto shakes out the creeping cobwebs and closes the distance with the slowly rising Park.
Always one for the direct approach, Sayuki tries to tie up with Yoona so she can again establish close quarters and use her power game but Park nimbly ducks under the double-armed swipe of Ogura’s Weapon. Moving past her foe, Yoona sprints to the opposite cables. She throws herself into the ropes and the u-turn they provide, rocketing back at the Matsumoto, Sayuki turned and striding toward her.
Park doesn’t hesitate and doesn’t steer away from the oncoming clash. At the last second, she leaps, legs widening slightly to take her foe down with a Thesz Press and get to work bombarding her foe with a barrage of fists. But the sturdy Sayuki catches Yoona, arms curling under the curve of Park’s taut glutes, momentarily keeping the Korean goes airborne. The challenger pivots and drops to her knees SLAMMING Park into a ring-rattling spinebuster.
Spinebuster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nataMZT-IM )
Yoona’s left splayed in a motionless starfish beneath Matsumoto who’s on hands and knees. Sayuki curls her arms behind the pits of Park’s knees and leans forward, folding the champ into a tight matchbook, the champion’s shoulders planted to the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Yoona throws a shoulder up, flopping to her side, dazed by the destructive force of the throw-down. On the sidelines, Yuko and her troops batter the ref with blistering barbs about the slow count while Camille stirs the crowd into a rhythmic clap in hopes of getting her partner motivated to escape the current mess.
Sayuki, on her haunches next to Yoona, seems to enjoy the worthless show of support from the FAWNatics, Matsumoto-san drawing Yoona up by her ebony locks as she rises. Snuggling alongside the EurAsian titleholder, Sayuki grabs her foe’s near wrist and stuffs the limb between Park’s legs, grabbing it on the back side.
Matsumoto drapes her opposite arm over the back of Yoona’s neck and dips slightly to gather her resources. With Ogura shrieking instructions, a grunting Sayuki launches Park up and over in a mid-air somersault with the help of her ‘handle’ THUMPING Yoona into the mat with her Pumphandle Slam.
Pumphandle Slam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSoQ0UxDXCw )
The excitement of the masses evaporates in an instant, Ogura finally satisfied with her Weapon’s performance, EA gold glittering in her eyes. Sayuki hooks Park’s far leg as she rolls to her back atop the champ, drawing Yoona into a tight cradle, the champ’s ass pointed to the rafters for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
A seizure ripples through Park’s body, freeing her from Matsumoto’s clutches to the wide-eyed chagrin on the Invader and the high-pitched complaining of her manager. Carpenter holds up the index and middle fingers of his right hand in a V, the universal sign for a two-count that cuts across language barriers, and that curtails any further argument from the little general.
Yuko screeches more instructions in Japanese to her Ultimate Weapon, and Sayuki complies by grabbing hold of Yoona’s thick French braid and dragging the champion to hands and knees. Matsumoto stands over the penitent Park for a moment before reaching down and looping her arms around the Korean’s midriff, then with a sudden burst of effort, Sayuki straightens her posture and yanks Yoona into the air before driving her back down to the deck with a Gutwrench Powerbomb.
GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSkm-VhH9bk
This time the force of the impact works in Yoona’s favor, allowing her to flop over onto her stomach following the rebound from the thinly-sheathed plywood. Denied the opportunity for an immediate pin, Sayuki looms over the splattered champion catching her breath after her trio of power moves, her ample chest rising and falling with every huff and puff of air. After a few seconds, Matsumoto has sufficiently refueled to continue the assault, and she hauls Park fully upright in preparation for a second attempt at a Front Sleeper.
Before the Suns can set on her title reign, however, Yoona slips free of the Invader’s clutches by dipping her head and shoulders underneath Sayuki’s right arm. At the same time she throws her own arm across the challenger’s chest, but having just taken a hellacious pounding, Yoona’s initial attempt to lift the other wrestler for a Uranage stalls out. Nevertheless, the Slim Reaper was nothing if not resourceful, so she quickly pitches forward and falls to one knee, tripping Matsumoto into a short drop with a harsh, spine-first landing across her posted thigh.
STO BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=alOgs35seSY
Ogura pounds her tiny fists into the apron in frustration as her Ultimate Weapon squawks in pain from the STO Backbreaker. When Yoona holds her position to keep Sayuki trapped and bent over backwards, Yuko screams a preemptive ‘NO!’ at Al, lest the referee get any hasty ideas about a submission. At the very least, the diminutive manager convinces Park that the current predicament isn’t enough to wring a surrender from Matsumoto-san, and the champion delves further into her bag of tricks.
Linking her hands behind Sayuki’s neck for a more secure grip, Yoona violently shifts into reverse, popping her hips and throwing herself back onto the deck in order to introduce the Invader’s face to the canvas. Park releases her hands and rolls through with the impact of the Reverse STO, then putting her ballet flexibility to good use, she contorts her body and loops her left leg around Matsumoto’s head and neck before re-securing her S-grip to lock in the Koji Clutch.
REVERSE STO & KOJI CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1q7zNJtJfLA
Sayuki immediately begins thrashing about, though with her neck being caught in the strangulating vise formed by Yoona’s hands and thigh, her efforts grow weaker by the moment. As loud and as shrill as a fire alarm, her general reminds her that surrender is not an option, and so even with her eyelids becoming increasingly heavy, Matsumoto-san weakly croaks ‘Iiieeee…’ when Carpenter asks for her submission. She stretches her legs out behind her, the safety of the bottom rope just a few inches away from the tips of her boots, and after about thirty seconds of futile struggle, the Invader looks to be entirely limp and unconscious.
Al kneels down next to Sayuki’s entrapped head, lifts an arm, and watches as it lifelessly falls to the mat. He gestures ‘ONE!’ to the timekeeper, and is greeted by jubilant cheers from the FAWNatics. The referee checks a second time, and again Matsumoto’s fails to keep her arm aloft, and now the audience is on its feet as it seems that the champion has successfully repelled the Asian Invasion. Carpenter lifts Sayuki’s arm for the third and what would be final time, but just before he lets ago, a snarling voice full of venom and hate calls out from behind.
“PAY ATTENTION, GAIJIN DOG!”
Al cranes his head around towards the source of the invective, and he sees the disdainful visage of Reiko Ohno staring back at him from just above the ring apron. More importantly, he sees Matsumoto’s left boot hooked over the bottom rope, possibly the beneficiary of further meddling from her compatriots, though Carpenter is unable to render a judgement without having directly witnessed any interference. He apologetically informs Yoona that she must release what appears to be a decisive hold, then Al braces himself for the string of emasculating vituperation that’s surely on its way.
Fortunately for the much-maligned official, Park’s attention is focused elsewhere. On opposite side of the ring, Reiko’s tag team partner Seah Sin is creeping ever closer to Camille at the announcer’s desk. Yoona can’t be certain of Seah’s intentions, but she pragmatically assumes the worst of her fellow Korean wrestler.
“Eyes on me, Merle,” she growls to the referee, then she sprints towards the edge of the ring.
Never known for her acrobatic aptitude, Park nevertheless manages to leap headfirst over the top rope, turning herself into a human missile. The Little Dragon notices the incoming Suicide Dive far too late, and a split second later she’s forcibly squashed between Yoona’s body and the steel barricade. Yuko screams bloody murder as she demands that the champion be disqualified for the unprovoked assault on one of her charges, although when Carpenter pointedly reminds her that the title belt cannot change hands without a clean finish, Ogura immediately withdraws her complaint.
Meanwhile, Yoona has picked herself out of the human wreckage on the floor, wincing and hissing but still in much better shape than the smaller wrestler who took the brunt of the impact. Tuning out her girlfriend for the time being, she fires a single vicious stomp into the back of Seah’s head just to be sure, then she stalks towards Sayuri Anzu, the closest member of Asian Invasion out on the floor. Sayuri raises her fists in preparation to fight the champion, but with Carpenter’s undivided attention on Yoona, Yuko commands her to stand down lest she get her stablemate disqualified. That momentary hesitation is all that Park needs to pulverize Anzu’s crotch with a Snap Kick, then she grabs two handfuls of hair and whips Sayuri’s head into the adjacent ring post.
Yoona steps over Anzu’s body after it crumples to the floor, her eyes now set on Reiko and Yuko, the only members of the Asian Invasion still standing at the moment. The Slim Reaper’s lips curl into a predatory sneer as the two Invaders slowly back away, unwilling to fight back and thus left only with the option of retreat. Park charges at them full steam ahead, and from a couple of feet away she leaps into the air with her left knee brought forward and up. The strike is clearly aimed at Ogura, but at the last moment the Samurai sacrifices herself for her Shogun, Reiko pushing her manager out of the way and taking a crushing Busaiku Knee Kick to the jaw for her trouble.
BUSAIKU KNEE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ekcc91yp7Q0
Having now left four flattened Invaders in her wake, Yoona turns towards their ringleader. Yuko takes one look at the Slim Reaper and immediately decides that discretion is the better part of valor as she turns tail and runs, though her gait is unsteady and awkward due to her high-heeled footwear. Park knows that Ogura would be easy prey should she choose to run down the Asian Invasion manager, but at the same time, the referee’s count is at “EIGHTEEN!” Prideful as she is, Yoona is loathe to concede even a meaningless count-out victory to her opponent, so she slides back into the ring and allows Yuko to live just a little while longer.
Sayuki is still down on one knee taking heavy gulps of air after being choked nearly unconscious, and Park once again uses her pigtails for handlebars, grasping one in each hand. The champion pounds a trio of alternating Knee Strikes into the sides of ribcage, but with a strength born of mad desperation, Matsumoto catches the fourth and powers to a stand with Yoona in her grasps. Almost as quickly as she’s up, she’s down again, dropping her left knee to the canvas while simultaneously slamming her right thigh into Park’s groin.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsYRmlPf0yE
A rasping and wheezing Yoona staggers away from the Inverted Atomic Drop, though after a few steps the pain becomes too much to bear and she collapses onto her side with her hands clasped between her legs. A few feet away, Sayuki continues to gradually recover as Yuko resumes shouting instructions and demands, the Asian Invasion general having rediscovered her courage now that her Ultimate Weapon is coming back online.
Blinking back the remainder of her coherence, Matsumoto gives her head a rattle and goes back to work under the high-pitched demands of her manager. Deciding against pinning the champion, the bikini-clad battler sinks a set of nails into Yoona’s long ebony locks and slowly but surely pulls the Slim Reaper to her feet. Knock-kneed, Park reflexively protecting her battered womanhood, the Eurasian titleholder can’t keep herself on the canvas when Sayuki scoops behind her knees and lifts Yoona like a babe in her arms.
Pulling the cradled champ to her chest, Matsumoto-san dramatically falls to one knee, dropping Park’s lower spine across the sturdy golden-skinned plank of her upper right leg. Yoona yelps in pain from the simple yet effective over-the-knee backbreaker. The Invader doubles the pressure, pressing palms down on either side of the fulcrum the base of Yoona’s backbone has become. One hand shoves down on a thigh, the other under the Korean’s chin.
“You quit now!” Sayuki demands of her fellow Asian.
Park grunts in noncommittal fashion.
“NOW!” Yuko shrieks from the sidelines, Seah having rejoined her if still bent at the waist, Reiko and Sayuri still battling their bruised bodies to make it back to AI HQ.
Sayuki draws her noggin back and adds a headbutt to the arched abs of the champ, sending Yoona into convulsions from the unexpected attack. Matsumoto dumps the Korean off her lower limb, Park plopping to her chest, left hand reaching to her lower spine in a vain attempt to massage away the pain.
A risen Sayuki makes sure that won’t happen anytime soon, stomping away on every piece of South Korea’s favorite FAWN daughter to which she can lay a boot sole. With Yoona seemingly pacified, Ogura’s Ultimate Weapon latches onto a wrist and shoulder and pulls the increasingly endangered champion to her feet.
Matsumoto pounds a few forearms into the back of Park’s neck before snaking her arms under those of her foe, lacing her fingers together behind Yoona’s softened napes. The powerful Japanese grappler gives Park a series of violent shakes with her full nelson, rattling the gray matter of her foe.
The Kobe native, as usual, has something more impactful in mind. Sayuki dips slightly and LAUNCHES Yoona off the canvas, pivoting and THUMPING Park to the deck with a vicious, ring-rattling slam that makes Camille wince and flinch simultaneously.
Full Nelson Slam (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIKSwvlAn14 )
The “WHOA” from the crowd at the force of the impact seems to convince the Invasion’s general a cover is in order and Yuko demands the kneeling Matsumoto carry out her wishes despite Sayuki’s apparent opinion she’d rather dish out more punishment.
Matsumoto lays her plush frame across the flattened Slim Reaper in a lateral press and hooks the far leg for good measure, picking up the…
ONE…
TWO…
The champ kicks free of the attempt emphatically if not early, rolling to her chest and raising her right hand to waggle an index finger in a show of bravado that she’s not close to done.
Infuriated at the display by the champion, Yuko screeches at her power player to make the insolent Korean pay for her show of persistence. The full lips of Matsumoto twist into a sneer, an almost imperceptible shake of her head belying Sayuki’s muted anger she hadn’t followed her own instincts on how to deal with Park.
Slipping her hands beneath the belly of the Slim Reaper, she links digits and hauls Yoona up as deadweight, showing the FAWNatics why Sayuki is Ogura’s go-to girl. Matsumoto pulls Park all the way to a bearhug from behind, the squirming of Yoona fruitless in breaking the grip of the rampaging Invader.
Loosening her hug slightly, Sayuki spins Park within her control to a front bearhug, chest to chest. She tightens her grip, lifting Yoona to tiptoes, the Korean gasping when the power of Sayuki’s flexing biceps force Park’s lungs to work like a bellows.
With Yuko shouting “DOWN” in her ears, Sayuki shuffles forward as best she can before throwing her body forward, Yoona along for the ride. The landing draws a sympathetic groan from both Camille and the crowd as the full body splash to the mat is a ring rattler, the sandwiched Yoona stilled beneath the curvy Asian avalanche.
Matsumoto-san quickly grapevines her legs around those of the champ as she wraps her palms around Yoona’s wrists and pins Park’s arms overhead in a ‘X’, Sayuki’s Suns overwhelming the pert bosom of the Korean. Al slides next to the Asian grapplers, the Japanese like a fleshy blanket on the Korean for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Yoona nudges more than shoves Sayuki to the side. It’s not forceful, but it’s enough to allow her to throw a shoulder off the canvas and keep her title reign intact.
Matsumoto pulls Park back from her hip and shoulder then starts to slide up her foe’s body, the movement instantly drawing excited chirps from her longtime tag partner Sayuri, Anzu knowing better than anyone when Sayuki’s Suns are about to set and bring dusk to Yoona’s time at the top of two continents.
But as Matsumoto tries to move her abundant assets toward the champ’s mug and polish her off in the most delectable way possible, Yoona pivots to create a little room and jabs a raised knee into Matsumoto’s liver.
The Ultimate Weapon’s dark eyes widen from the pesky poke and her concentration is misdirected enough that a determined Park, throwing her bodyweight, is able to roll her challenger in a 180, ending in a kneeling straddle of a startled Sayuki’s waist, the Invader’s butt and blades against the canvas.
Turning Matsumoto’s Suns into targets instead of weapons, Yoona fashions dual claws and sinks them into the thin red covering over Sayuki’s breasts, twisting and clenching her palms, drawing anguished yelps after the Invader momentarily squelches the cries with a bitten lower lip.
“HAIR,” howls Yuko.
The official turns quizzically to the manager with a ‘WTF’ face, but Matsumoto receives the true gist of the message. Sayuki reaches upward with both hands to delve her fingers into the lush ebony tresses of the champion and help flip positions back to the natural order.
Her on top.
Trapped underneath the Invader once more, Yoona flails and thrashes about in an attempt to avoid Sayuki’s setting Suns. Matsumoto shifts north to smother Park’s face with her oppressive cleavage, but in doing so she’s lost leverage on her opponent’s hips. Yoona lashes out with another knee from below, this time splitting Sayuki’s thighs and smashing the bony joint into the challenger’s groin.
Carpenter’s keen eye spots the infraction and he immediately delivers a stern warning to the champion, but the damage is already done as Matsumoto abandons her mount and crawls to a corner with one hand between her legs. Yuko shouts instructions from ringside, evidently believing that the debilitating agony and nausea of a Low Blow can be overcome if her orders are delivered in a sufficiently shrill and agitated manner.
Unfortunately for the little general, the Slim Reaper is in a far better condition to respond than her Ultimate Weapon. When she gets upright in the center of the ring and sees her foe still struggling to stand with the help of the ropes, Yoona breaks into a short, high-stepping sprint that culminates with a Corner Dropkick.
CORNER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6Ayb6kS8G8
Park’s bare heels smash into Matsumoto’s collarbones, propelling her backwards into the corner where her spine suffers a second collision against the turnbuckles. Sayuki rebounds towards the center of the ring, though she makes it only a step and a half before she topples over onto the canvas, and then the Slim Reaper is immediately upon her.
Pushing the Japanese challenger onto her back, Yoona straddles her hips and grapevines one leg flat against the mat while stretching the other one up and over Sayuki’s head. Caught in the devastating stretch, Matsumoto empties her lungs in an anguished howl, and it seems like Park is about to claim another victim with her Death by Snu Snu finishing move. Before the champion can set her hips to that salacious crotch-on-crotch grind, however, Ogura screams something unintelligible at a volume and pitch that might have set off car alarms in the parking lot.
Having a decade’s worth of chemistry with her manager, Sayuki blindly reaches out in the direction of Yuko’s voice, and her trust is rewarded when her fingertips brush against the bottom rope. She squirms and struggles a little more, and soon she manages to wrap her palm around the springy steel lifeline, then a nanosecond later Ogura is up on the apron squawking at the referee and demanding a rope break. Yoona furiously pumps her hips back and forth as she forces Carpenter to count, but even someone of her sexual prowess can’t finish the job in a mere five seconds.
Park dismounts with an angry snarl, perhaps tinged with a bit of disappointment that she had lost an opportunity to again indulge in her most base desires. She pulls Matsumoto away from the safety of the ropes and hauls the other Asian wrestler upright with two handfuls of hair, clasping both hands around the back of Sayuki’s neck in her signature Thai Plum. Everyone in the building knows that a barrage of rib-pulverising Knee Strikes is coming, and unfortunately for Yoona, that includes her opponent.
Even without Ogura’s instruction, Matsumoto-san knows to short-circuit the champion’s plans by stomping on her exposed toes. Park relinquishes the clinch and screeches as she awkwardly hops about on one foot with the other held in her hands, though she promptly gets some revenge by poking her opponent in the eyes when the Invader is a little too hasty and careless in trying to capitalize on an opening. Al delivers another warning to Yoona that he knows will be ignored, then he immediately goes to check on Sayuki who’s stumbling around with her right hand protectively covering her face.
In the meantime, Yoona has relocated to the edge of the ring, leaning against the top rope for support while she rubs the hurt out of her foot. Yuko sees an opportunity with the referee’s attention elsewhere, and with the rest of her battered troops now gathered around her, she reaches under the bottom rope to grab Park’s shin and ankle to hold the champion in place. At the same time Ogura calls for her Ultimate Weapon, and despite her bleary vision, Sayuki shoves Carpenter aside and charges in the direction of the sound, once again guided by her general and this time hoping to plow through the champion like a runaway train.
Unable to move away with Ogura desperately latched to her leg, Yoona elects to drop to the canvas just as Sayuki is barreling towards her for a skull-crushing Lariat. Park pulls the rope down with her as she ducks out of the way just in time, and now left hitting nothing but air, Matsumoto’s momentum sends her careening over the cables and out of the ring. Yuko’s eyes widen with shock and horror as her out-of-control Ultimate Weapon plummets towards her, and she instinctively raises her arms in front of her face even though she has no chance of catching or deflecting the much larger wrestler.
Luckily for Yuko, the rest of her Asian Invasion charges have the wherewithal to rush to her rescue, Sayuri and Seah and Reiko all coming together to shield their general from the runaway Sayuki. Their combined efforts are enough -- just barely -- to catch their stablemate a split second before Ogura is squashed by friendly fire. The audience groans in disappointment, and after taking a moment to steady her nerves, Yuko cackles triumphantly as she revels in their collective dismay.
Her jubilation is far too premature, however, as she has forgotten to account for the Slim Reaper.
Seeing all five members of Asian Invasion clustered together on the floor, the normally ground-bound Korean takes to the skies. She leaps and turns in midair so that she flops into a seat on the top rope, and the springy tension of the steel cable propels her into a high-arcing backflip out of the ring. Yoona splashes down belly-to-belly upon Sayuki, and the extra collision is too much for the other three supporting wrestlers of Asian Invasion to bear. Their arms and knees buckle as they collapse into a heap with their diminutive general at the bottom and Sayuki on top. Miraculously, Park manages to land on her feet after the impact of her Arabian Press, though the incredulous look on her face makes it clear that the crisp dismount was accidental rather than planned.
“EXACTLY AS PLANNED!” Yoona gleefully shouts at her girlfriend at the other side of the ring, though Camille only responds with an unimpressed, sarcastic golf clap.
ARABIAN PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0k3b2ZMZMcs
Grumbling under her breath about her partner’s lack of enthusiasm, Park picks up the splattered challenger and shoves Matsumoto back into the ring, paying no attention to the other four women piled up at her feet. Yoona promptly re-enters the field of battle and clinches on another Thai Plum, this time rapid-firing a half-dozen alternating Knee Strikes into Sayuki’s breadbasket before the Invader can even think of escaping.
“Roses are red,” the Slim Reaper purrs while a deflated Matsumoto sinks to her knees and hugs her ribs after having her midsection blasted.
“Violets are blue,” Park continues, prying out the challenger’s arms and trapping them in a tight Double Underhook.
“Omae wa mou shindeiru,” Yoona finishes her rhyme in Japanese as she straightens her back and lifts Sayuki off the mat by their interlocked arms, holding the Invader upside down for a beat or two before dropping to her knees and violently spiking the crown of Matsumoto’s skull into the deck.
TIGER DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHeVGnVl_-A
With the combined weight of both wrestlers behind it, Yoona’s Tiger Driver lands with sickening force, nearly collapsing Sayuki’s neck like an accordion. Park lays across the chest of the deathly still Invader, and the pin is all but academic as the referee counts out…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The FAWNatics erupt in cheers as Yoona has now officially denied the much-hated Asian Invasion another title run. The champion herself is apparently in no mood to celebrate, however, and she rolls out of the ring before the announcer is even finished proclaiming her latest defense a successful one. With the match now over and the threat of disqualification rendered moot, she knows that the rest of Yuko’s troops have little reason to stay their hand, and thus she must beat a hasty retreat lest she fall victim to the numbers game.
“We’re leaving, Cam. NOW!” Park says urgently as she hustles to the announcer’s table, pulls Camille up by an arm, and starts dragging her girlfriend towards the nearest exit.
“Wait, Yoona! Wait!” Cosworth protests as she stumbles along, trying to use the cane in her free hand to maintain her balance. “You left your belt at --”
“FORGET THE BELT!” Yoona snaps, her voice carrying an edge of desperation as she sees that the Asian Invasion members have already incapacitated the referee and are now spread out and blocking off their escape routes, Sayuri in one aisle with Reiko and Seah in the other while Yuko tries to rouse Sayuki in the middle of the ring. “...shit…! SHIT!”
Having no delusions about being able to fight one-on-three and protect Camille at the same time, Yoona throws her girlfriend over her shoulders and starts climbing over the barricade in a last ditch effort to escape through the crowd. Unfortunately, she only gets one leg over the side before Seah dashes over and snares her braid, pulling her head backwards even as the rest of her body tries to go forward. Park screams in pain and forges onward anyway, dragging along the weight attached to her hair by sheer force of will, but then Reiko and Sayuri are on the scene, and Yoona has no hope of overcoming their combined might.
With a final effort, she pitches her girlfriend as far forward as she can, Camille landing on one shoulder and rolling to a stop a few feet away.
“LEAVE!” Yoona screams at the top of her lungs as she’s dragged back over the barricade.
Park curls into a protective shell on the floor as her attackers lay the boots to her. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Sayuri climbing the barricade to go after Cosworth, and the threat to her beloved gives her renewed strength to fight. Yoona forces herself to hands and knees, leaving her ribs open to savage kicks from both sides, then she smashes an uppercut between Anzu’s thighs and drags Sayuri back to the ground.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” she screeches at Camille, who seems to be a deer stuck in the headlights. “GODDAMN IT, LEAVE! GET OUT OF -- NRRRRRGGHH!”
A recovered Sayuki hammers Yoona with a chair shot right between the shoulderblades as Yuko looks down and smirks. Reiko sits on her back and Seah sits on her calves, pinning her face down on the floor, then Ogura murmurs further instructions to Matsumoto-san. Sayuki lines up the edge of the steel chair with Yoona’s ankles, then she brandishes her weapon overhead for a bone-crunching blow.
Before she can bring it down, however, she and the rest of her stablemates are tackled to the ground by a diving Camille, still capable of athletic feats even on one leg. Everyone in the building is momentarily stunned by this sudden turn of events -- everyone except Cosworth herself. She figures that while her career might already be over, Yoona’s is most definitely not. As the recently ascendant EurAsian champion, Park had much to lose from a crippling injury, and Camille could not abide by that. Working quickly before the Invaders can regain the wits, she tucks her girlfriend into a ball -- entangling all four limbs in a Paradise Lock -- then Camille lays across Yoona’s back to act as a human shield and hangs on for dear life.
PARADISE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpbjnnUfFxE
“No, Cam… No, no, no…” Park sobs as she realizes what Cosworth is doing.
<<Yoona… It’s okay. It’s okay…>> Camille whispers, switching to Korean to reassure her girlfriend. <<...they can’t hurt me anymore. There’s nothing -- >>
She’s interrupted by the bang of steel against flesh, Sayuki putting her statement to the test by smashing the steel chair across her back. Cosworth bites her bottom lip and shudders, squelching any cry of pain, though Park does the screaming in her stead.
“NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!” Yoona wails, her eyes brimming and then overflowing while she shouts herself hoarse at Yuko. “I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU!”
Ogura is unmoved by such toothless threats, and in fact she commands Sayuri to retrieve a chair as well. Anzu does as bid, then she joins her tag team partner in pounding Camille with shot after shot, the pair of Invaders striking in perfect, syncopated rhythm with their chairs like an old-timey rail-driving team.
<<Close… your eyes… don’t… watch…>> Cosworth murmurs as she struggles to hang on to consciousness.
“HELP US! HEEEELP UUUUSSSS!” Yoona screams towards the entrance ramp, putting aside her pride to plead for help from anyone that would listen, though Reiko and Seah are already positioned at the base of the walkway to intercept any do-gooders.
“There’s no one coming for the likes of you...” Yuko sneers. “...not even to help her.”
...and then the lights go out.
Cell phones flash on to try and illuminate the Arena to (pun intended) shed some light on what’s happening. Before anyone could can their bearings though, everyone hears a high pitched, pained scream, followed by sobbing and cursing in Japanese. Shortly after, a grunt, followed by pleas of “No, no...NOOOOO!!” and then a CRASH of metal.
The lights finally come up to find Sayuki Matsumoto rolling around on the floor, clutching her knee and Sayuri Anzu crumpled in a heap against the guardrail, which has now shifted several inches from the impact. The crowd roars in jubilation as they see the cause of one-half of Asian Invasion’s misfortune.
Kanako Akiyama stands protectively in front of Yoona and Cam, her trusty collapsible baton in hand, and rage in her eyes.
KANAKO AKIYAMA
“{Traitor!}” Yuko Ogura shrieks from the safety of behind her two remaining charges in her native
Japanese, “{You should be helping US, not those two sluts!}”
“{Help you? A honor-bankrupt, shrieking harpy? I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire, you rotten slag!}” Kanako snarls in reply, also in Japanese, which for some reason makes Yuko step back in shock.
It’s at this point that Kanako notices Seah and Reiko hesitating, looking back to their leader for guidance, unsure of what to do about this newcomer.
“{Oh, yes...Please order your dogs to attack, Ogawa. Let me show them a bit of what your other two charges got. Tell me, ladies…}” she turned to the two women with a smirk, “{...how’s your health insurance under her?}” she then points the baton at Ogura.
Ogawa stamps her feet and gnashes her teeth. She can tell by the Modern Day Ronin’s tone of voice that she’s deadly serious and has every intention of following through on her threat if pressed. Also, with Yoona Park soon to be on her feet and very pissed, she realizes the numbers game is no longer in her favor.
With a regretful growl, she barks at her two upright wrestlers, “{Grab Sayuki and Sayuri! We’re getting out of here!}"
She glares at Kanako and points a finger at her, “This isn’t over!” she shrieks again, this time in English, “You will pay for sticking your nose in our business!” she threatens as she backs up the entrance ramp, following her girls to the back.
“Anytime you want some, bitch,” Kanako answers, also in English, “I’m not hard to find!”
With the threat gone, Kanako then turns to Yoona and Camille.
“You guys okay?” she asks, her expression softening as she gently helps Cosworth lie on the ground before rolling Park to one side in order to undo the human knot of the Paradise Lock.
Camille starts to groan a response to Kanako, but instead she’s drowned out by a furious, inhuman screech from her girlfriend. The moment she’s freed, Yoona roughly bats away Akiyama’s extended hand and hops to her feet, any lingering aches and pains washed away by a surge of adrenaline and rage. She would’ve stormed off to chase after Yuko and company but for Cosworth persistently clinging to her right leg.
<<Yoona, no…>> Camille feebly moans, still speaking in Korean. <<...stay… stay with me…>>
The hurt and pain in her voice quenches Park’s anger. Yoona sinks to her knees and cradles her girlfriend’s upper body to her chest, then she buries her face in Camille’s long, brown hair while her shoulders shake uncontrollably. By the time she regains enough composure to raise her head and look around, the medical team is rushing to the scene and their savior has long since disappeared back into the crowd.
