Lion Hunting

Prologue To The Promo:

"Cowboys From Hell" by Pantera began to play throughout the Friction Arena in front of a packed, cheering Tokyo crowd as white smoke covered the entrance empty stage before the guitar riff kicked in, queuing an explosion of red pyro fountains, streaking up at the sides of the stage in sync with the first hit of the drums as The Gastin Twins, Bonnie and Clyde, appeared, greeted with a thunderous ovation from the Friction Crowd as the Twins made their way down the ramp.

Bonnie on the left. Her blonde hair in a ponytail, wearing a white crop top, blue tape on her wrists, skinny jeans with a pad over her right knee and White High Top, Air Force Ones on her feet.

Clyde on the right, had on a shirt, its sleeves cut, with a cartoon version of himself winking with the words at 'Ride Me Cowboy' at the top. In addition, he wore long black spandex tights, matching boots and pads on his elbows and knees and white tape on his wrists. His signature cowboy hat missing.

The two would high five fans down the ramp until they broke into a short sprint and slid inside the ring.  They'd pop to their feet immediately, both of them going to corners at opposite sides of the ring, climbing the turnbuckle and raising their fists to the cheering crowd before they hopped off the corner, grabbed a mics and met eachother in the center of the ring, draping their free arms over one another.

"Hey Bonnie, I dunno if you aware or not but... This ain't my show!" Clyde declared, looking around the audience with a shrug.

"Now I do watch Friction. I seen all the pay-per-views! I never miss a Hentai Blitz! But on the account I been dealin' with bitches, skanks, sluts and a Tranny named Poison back in Tension... I mighta missed a show or two. So please! Do tell me... Whut the hell been happenin'?" Bonnie snatched the mic.

"I tell ya whats been happennin'!" Bonnie said.  "Last Time I was here in this ring... I fought Jocelyn one on one and lost..." Said Bonnie, lowering her head and nodding before picking it back up.

"I ain't gon' lie. I lost fair and square BUT... Maybe instead of Bonnie Gastin tappin' out, It woulda been Jocelyn, layin' right here on her back gettin' the 1-2-3 after a takin' a gool ol piledriver to her thick skull had Allison Watson not attacked my ass backstage with a damn chair! I don't know if you're still with Jocelyn or not on the account your Niece kncoked the shit outta her... I frankly don't care who your pillow buddy is, the fact remains you cost me my chance to shut the mouth of that little punk once and for all because of your trifling ass!" Bonnie yelled to the mic before Clyde snagged it away.

"Allison Watson! I've had a front row seat to all the shit you've pulled. You act like you better that everyone else but all I see is nuthin' but a damn coward! You ain't done but either cheat like a bitch, send bitches to do your dirty work for ya, duck our challenges and ambush my sister with a damn weapon!" Yelled Clyde before Bonnie took the mic.

"I've gone through a lotta hell 'cause of you, Allison. But what you did to Yi Lan is a whole 'nother low for ya! She didn't deserve that kind of cruetly... The humilation!  Ya really like pickin' on people who can't defend theyselves huh!? Stop duckin and fight with someone who can take ya on! I ain't leavin' till ya come out!" Exclaimed Bonnie, stomping on the mat as she pointed towards the entrance stage before Clyde snagged the mic.

"Ya think I care if this is Friction!? You've screwed with Bonnie long enough its time ta' lace up yer boots and fight! I kicked Poison's ass all over the Kyoto arena with nuthin' but one arm, now I gotta tap yours..." He hated that the League rules separated him from Allison, but he was here anyway and would make sure nobody touched Bonnie unless it was in a match.

"And don't be shy Allison. If this is your first time with a pair of twins, don't worry, we'll lead you along." Bonnie muttered into her mic with a coy smile. Her body ached and her head was still ringing but if she was livid as well and couldn't turn down a chance to get at Allison.

The twins did not have to wait long.

Allison had been waiting for just such an opportunity, and as the first ethereal notes of her music flitted into the arena, she strode onto the stage with poised, unhurried steps. She had a microphone in her hand.

Love is like a sin, my love
for the ones who feel it most
look at her with her eyes like a flame...

She raised the microphone to her lips and spoke. "How many hours have the two of you spent thinking of me?" She asked, in her velvety, posh, intoxicating voice. "This has become something of a regular occurrence, hasn't it? The two of you making a fuss and begging me to pay attention to you."

She began to stroll down the ramp, each step placed just so in front of the last. "You attacked me with a chair, Clyde Gastin, in the middle of my match. You lured me to an abandoned parking lot to ambush me with your coarse Scottish girl. But your biggest crime..." She stopped for a moment. Her voice came like a tickle from her throat, delicate and lilting and seductive. "The thoughts you have of me late at night, when you stare up at your ceiling and dare to forget your inhibitions long enough to imagine the feeling of my lips, my skin against yours..."

The rarest sound from her lips, a laugh. She resumed her slow march to the ring.

"You are the ones who decided to play this game, and now you're upset that you're losing. Are you surprised? I've put up with it so far for the amusement it has given me... But things have changed, haven't they."

She climbed up the ring steps, one at a time, her eyes never leaving Clyde's. She slipped gracefully into the ring and stood in front of the twins without fear.

"Haven't they? You went to my niece's home to hurt me. You fought Jocelyn to get to me. But neither one of them is a part of my life. Jocelyn is an animal that is long overdue to be put down, but I told you," she turned her gaze on Bonnie. "To stay away. You didn't."

She paused, and for a moment she only looked at the two Texans. There was something present in her that had always been absent before. Her calculated poise was compromised. Behind her silken words was a passion that burned through her aloofness and shown like a low flame.

"You wanted to play this game, not I. Not Yi Lan," she showed a smile, a predatory little gleam of teeth and malice. "I have ignored you so far, and yet here we are. You have..." She stepped forward, almost in arm's reach of the twins. "My full attention."

A chill went down the spines of both twins as they heard Allison's theme begin to play throughout the arena speakers suddenly. They didn't need to say anything to each other. They both walked to the edge of the ring and looked to the stage with eagerness and nervousness as they awaited the arrival of Miss Allison Watson.

And it didn't take her long to already rile up the twins. Her opponent statement making Bonnie's glare on her intensify. Clyde turned his head and sneered in annoyance. For better or worse, Allison was right. The Twins always had this woman on their minds. Even in bed with their lovers.

She addressed Clyde and the cowboy was quick to scowl at the haughtiest wrestler he had even known in his life. And at first he didn't really care about the recap, she deserved those chair shots, but when she spoke of his apparent intimate thoughts of her, the boy's eyes went wide instantly, furrowing his brow after being fed the image of him and Allison together. Bonnie turned to her brother, having been taken off guard by the statement and looking to him as if expecting a quick denial.

Clyde looked to his sister and shook his head hastily.

Their attention soon returned to Allison's as they heard her laugh. Only Bonnie had heard her laugh once before and only once. It was so unnatural for her that it bothered them both and as she began her slow trot to the ring. The Twins backed up and allowed Allison inside, both of them eying her cautiously with Clyde feeling more uncomfortable, almost irritated as Allison kept looking at him. She was just trying to get in his head. He told himself this over and over as he was fixated on her vibrant emerald eyes.

"Ya kept duckin' me like the coward ya are! You ain't no real fighter! You got no honor!" Bonnie snapped to the Brit angrily, having done so much to get to this bitch and still not feel any better about herself. She blamed Allison for all her misery. Her vendetta with Jocelyn felt far from over, but Allison was the ring leader and she wanted her so bad.

Her smile was both infuriating and bone chilling. Clyde was eager, lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Fight Us!" He spat.

"Nothin' we've done compares to the hell you've given Bonnie, especially yer latest attack!" Clyde yelled from over Bonnie shoulder who had propped herself in front of him before pointing an accusing finger towards Allison.

"One on One!? Bring a friend and make it two on two! We don't care! Hell yer ego's so damn big it could fill a spot for a tag partner!!" Bonnie exclaimed as she glared at their foe. Both Twins wanted a piece of Allison on their own, but they had learned to share since they before they could walk.

They'd learn to share again if they needed to.

"I gotta lotta frustration to work off, Bon..." Clyde muttered into Bonnie's ear, fresh all sorts of troubles but Allison always managed to overlap them.

"And you don't think I don't?" Bonnie said, her troubles seemed to all be related to the malicious deeds of Allison herself!

"...But I just wanna show her a good ol' tiiime~!" He mocked obnoxiously, flashing Alison a devious little sneer.

Allison put on a coy smile that was jarringly out of place beneath her glowing cat-eyes. "One on one? Two on two? But there's only one of me, and two of you... Whatever shall we do?" An effervescent giggle floated up from her lips, and she touched her fingers to her lips.

"You can't pretend that one of you is willing to sit out and watch... except, perhaps you might like that." She looked at Clyde with an inscrutable smile, and then back at Bonnie. "I think both of you want nothing more than to hurt me and punish me, and to continue kicking me long after the bell rings. I don't imagine I'll ever have it one-on-one.

"And yet, here I am. I have no one. I need no one. And you needn't worry about the morality of your desires for me. There's no need to hide your sadistic pleasures behind the thin facade of justice... Because the things that I will do to you are so much worse. I can hurt you more deeply than you could ever imagine, and while, whatever you do to me, I will recover, you... won't."

She took two achingly slow steps toward the twins, and now was in arm's reach, just daring them to act. "What now, little Gastins? I suggest you play your hand very carefully..."

"But there's only one of me, and two of you... Whatever shall we do?"

The Twins looked to eachother as they heard Allison's words, looking sharing a deadpan gaze despite being thrown a bit off guard from Allison's giggle. They both had to admit it was kind of cute. Unsettling too.

Bonnie didn't let Allison finish. "You're wrong! We ain't nuthin' like you!" Bonnie spat and Allison continued on. Her words were insulting to the twins and yet... Part of them didn't care anymore. They had both been through so much hell, they just wanted to silence this pompous woman finally. They had to shut her up.

"...I'm not sadistic..." Bonnie told herself.

"She ain't gon ever mess with Bonnie or... Mercy." Clyde thought before he turned to look at Bonnie, who faced him. Staring at eachother silently before simply nodding. They then reached out for eachother arms, grabbed their forearms, pulled back and tried to rush foreward, aiming to give Allison a Tag-Team Clothesline across the throat!

Allison stood tall with her head held high, with all the poise one would expect from the statuesque Brit, while she waited for the twins to make up their minds. She watched them with great interest, with a smirk playing across her lips.

Once the twins nodded to each other, Allison clasped her hands behind her back and tilted her head back. She breathed in, breathed out, and...

"Ghhk!" She stifled a gurgle as the combined force of the two Gastin twins hit her across the throat. She went crashing down on her back, coughing as she propped herself up on one elbow, one hand to her neck. She glared up at the twins with malice in her eyes.

"More."

For a split second, the twins eyed Allison ample chest expanding and contracting with each breath she took before... Wham! A hard Tag-Team clothesline took her down hard.

Immediately after striking her, the Twins stood over Allison, wanting to hear something that indicated she would regret her decision in tempting the blondes. But she didn't. She wanted... More?

They were taken aback by her statement. "Someone's a freak." Clyde mused with a smirk before Bonnie went over to grab Allison by the hair, trying to whip her into the nearest corner.

"Lets finish her quick." Bonnie growled, part of her not feeling comfortable this, but she hated Allison. Wanted to hurt her. She pressed on, grabbing Clyde next, pushing him against the turnbuckle from the opposite side before she tugged and whipped him towards Allison, adding to the Cowboy's momentum as he charged Allison, leaping into the air and trying to splash into her against the corner.

Allison's long legs carried her in an off-kilter run to the corner, and she turned just before the turnbuckle to take the impact on her back. She leaned against it, arms spread out over the ropes, while she drew long, tense breaths to get her throat to open up again.

She appeared dazed, her body sagging in the corner, disoriented, except for her gleaming green eyes. When Clyde came at her at a full sprint, she waited until it was too late for him, and then stopped his momentum short with a boot to the crotch.

She let his body fold over her boot and drop to the mat before she stood up straight and tugged down her vest. She directed her gaze at Bonnie as she took slow steps toward Clyde.

Sprinting at high speed before flying in the air, Clyde couldn't deny he was eager to collide with Allison's tight body. Knock the wind out of her and let Bonnie hit her next!

But that plan went right out the window the moment he leaped up right into her now extended boot aimed for for his crotch! Fear and shock went in Clyde's eyes as he saw Allison's thigh high boot being raised up, unable top stop himself before he collided into the boot.

"Hoooghh!!" Clyde slumped over Allison's leg before he flopped to the mat like a bag of hammers, curling up on his side as he held his family jewels. "Hn..."

"Bitch!" Bonnie cried as she watched her brother fall at Allison's feet, narrowing her eyes a the woman who was taking very slow steps towards her twin.

"Don't you touch 'em, slut!" She yelled before sprinting towards Allison, trying to leap over her brother's body and ram into Allison with a do-or-die shoulder tackle back into the corner!

Allison skipped swiftly to the side and let Bonnie sail past her and crash into the corner. She daintily stepped over Clyde on her way toward the ropes.

"Impressive as ever, Bonnie Gastin," she sang. She smirked back over her shoulder at the girl as she approached the ropes facing the entrance ramp. "I can't wait to see you again."