Cleaning House (w/Akashi and Taylor)

The Friction ring announcer was always a good sport. Taylor had pressed a folded up piece of notebook paper in her hand before the show that night, and the announcer kindly agreed to work it into her introduction.

In between matches, the house lights were down. As the ring announcer's spot came up she lifted the microphone to begin.

"And now, introducing for the first time, the newest addition to the Friction Tag Team roster... They are the Unstoppable Sumo, the Beautiful Wild Green Leopard of the Ring, and the Irresistible Super-Kinetic Kitty Cat... The greatest Tag Team in the history of Tag Teaming, a defining moment in the history of joshi puroresu, and the most heart stoppingly gorgeous pair of professional wrestlers in the history of the world..." It continued onto the back of the card. "The incredible, the magnificent, the astounding... Akashii Tanikaze and Taylor Parker, they are KAMIKAZE!"

As [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJ4X7tly9Uo:17fdtvur]their music[/url:17fdtvur] thundered through the arena, Taylor bounded onto the top of the entrance ramp, her blue pigtails trailing behind her, and was followed a moment later by a more sober Akashi. She stopped at the front of the ramp and stood with her feet apart and her hands on her hips and surveyed the crowd while she waited for Akashi to catch up, trying to match Akashi's stoic expression. It only worked for so long before she broke into a grin and dramatically threw her fists up over her head, drawing a cheer from the crowd.

The two began to make their way down to the ring. Taylor half-walked, half-skipped, and when she got too far ahead of Akashi she doubled back and made a U-turn behind her partner. She was dressed in little cut-off denim shorts and bright red Converse hi-tops. Her black tank top had a large white smiley-face-and-crossbones design on the front, and one wrist had a black leather bracelet while the other had numerous brightly colored ones. She hopped up on the ring apron and sat down on the middle rope while lifting up on the top one to give Akashi room to get through.

It was their first time in Friction as a tag team. Taylor was bursting with excitement. The lights, the sound of the crowd, it all seemed like she was seeing it for the first time.

She scooped up a microphone and strolled out to the middle of the ring. She opened with "HI!" Some of the crowd answered back "Hi!" Taylor giggled. There was no use trying to contain herself.

"We're not gonna stay long, okay, don't wanna delay the next match too long. I know better than to get between you guys and your sexy violent chicks. I just thought we'd bring you up to speed, okay? Here's the situation.

"We are Kamikaze! I hear there's a Friction title at the top of this division and don't you worry, it'll be ours pretty soon. I never cared much about titles and stuff, but I guess you could say I picked up a little company pride lately... I'd like to thank Lukeskywalker Von Krautzenheimer for first pairing up me and Akashi! I guess even an overdressed hooker can do something right once in a while."

Taylor strolled easily to the ropes and leaned down to rest her forearms on the top rope, keeping one leg straight and cocking her hips. "I am so proud to be here, in Friction, in the tag team division, in front of you beeeeeautiful people," She continued. "But there's a problem, and it has a name. A few of them, actually.

She straightened up. "Names like, well, obviously, Sarah Gatt, who will from now on be known as 'The Fugly'. She makes any list of trashy psycho-chicks. Karina and her sister whats-her-name, the white rabbit. Naoko Shinoda I've seen, who I think is the retarded cousin of the dude from Linkin Park. I've seen her, hanging out with her fatty-fat gal pal, waving a stick around, pretending to know karate." Taylor feigned a shiver. "Sooo scary! Here's the point: These skanks take shit too far!

"In Friction, our job is to kick ass. Okay? And I looove fighting, don't get me wrong, with passion and with style and skill. But these bitches go too far, they're just out to do the worst thing they can think of to whatever poor little girl they can get their hands on without the cops showing up. If they weren't here, they'd be on a street corner in a black van with a big bag of candy. They'd be starting fights with random people at the club just to be a dick. It's a drag, man, it brings all of us down. It's a disgrace, and it's not right, and it's going to end. Onnnne skank at a time. Or... maybe two at a time." With a sly grin she looked over at Akashi.

"We are Kamikaze!" She declared loudly, pointing up to the sky and setting her feet apart. "We are here to kick your teeth in! Consider this an open challenge... all you angry-faced cowards, all you wannabe bad asses, all you cheap, brainless thugs, this is our ring. If you want in, you've got to come through us. We're going to embarrass you, we're going to make you cry, and we're going to look gooooood doing it!"

Taylor lowered the mic, a huge grin on her face. She laughed and took a moment to soak up the crowd's cheers. She flashed the peace sign that seemed so popular in Japan and struck a pose for a camera. Then the two exited the way they came in.

Naoko would have never even consider bothering with the childish bragging of a stinking gaijin like Taylor. Not even after being called out directly by name. This was the sort of things than were better dealt by hired thugs of lower stance than herself, and she would have ignored it completely if it wasn't for one reason: Tanikaze Akashi.

Just like her father, Naoko was a passionate sumo aficionado and knew about the Tanikaze brothers and Akashi's father. She had a lot of respect for the sport and those who practiced. So she considered Akashi an honorable and worthy person even if solely because of her linage. It was because of that that the Yakuza girl even paid attention to Taylor's disgusting diatribe...and decided to leave the lockers where Stephanie and herself were watching the show and make an unviting appearance in the arena.

The crowd that was cheering widly for the champion and her partner quieted down as the two slender white-clad girls walked slowly towards the ring. Naoko marched with her usual calm eerie pace, hands in the pockets of her white trench-coat and a completely expressionless face. Stephanie followed a couple of steps back, with an evil grin in her lips and a shinai, wooden sword, in one hand, resting the blunt 'blade' on one shoulder and a mic in the other hand.

The two Yakuzas climbed the ring and slid between the ropes. Stephanie then handed the mic to Naoko who went directly to face Akashi, ignoring Taylor completely.

"Ohayou Gozaimasu, Tanikaze Akashi-san" Naoko greeted the champion in Japanese with a polite bow. "I am honored to meet the daughter of the Great Tanikaze" she added still in Japanese with another bow, more polite than the previous one. Then she made a small pause to seize Akashi, looking at the champ up and down.

"Am I to understand that this...gaijin... speaks for you? she asked, always in Japanese and acting as if Taylor didn't even existed, putting special disdain in the word 'gaijin'. Stephanie was having a hard time not giggling.

Taylor burst out laughing when the two appeared. "S'up fellas?" She called into the mic.

She made a show about hiding behind Akashi and acting scared, and then laughed some more. As the Japanese one started talking to Akashi, Taylor just danced in place, wiggling her hips back and forth and humming to herself. They were ignoring her. Like that's original. Like she cared. Big deal.

"I heard that!" She burst out. "I know what that means! See, you can't not talk about me! I'm in your heeaaaad!" She yelled, tapping the side of her own head with her finger. "Your ugly, stupid head, and may I just say that up close you look just like your brother Mike, and I bet you're juuuuuuuust as talented." Taylor ranted, into the mic, trying to be intrusive and make it as difficult as possible for Naoko to continue without losing her concentration.

Akashi had been silent most of the time. Though she could definitely be a talker when the mood hit her, she preferred to let her actions do the talking. And Taylor. And while her spunky new partner wasn't known for being the most tactful speaker, the essence of what she tried to portray was generally in line with Akashi's mindset. She regarded the two girls as they came down the ring with much more serious thought that Taylor. She knew what they were, or what they pretended to be, as soon as she caught a look at them.

She ignored Taylor's antics and focused on her fellow nihonjin. She blushed deeply at Naoko's words. "Ah... ahhh..." Her face turned red and she bowed deeply. "You honor me with your words." She said in Japanese before turning to Taylor and grabbing the microphone. "But I'm sorry." She said in English. "If you are here to discuss my lineage, the time is inappropriate. If you're here for other matters then please address us both as we are a team and my friend's grasp on Japanese isn't the best. She only knows swear words..." Akashi looked sternly at Naoko with just a slight grin on her face. "And the word Gaijin...."

She turned and patted Taylor on the shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. "There's nothing you can't say to both our faces." She didn't know who Naoko or Stephanie were but was intrigued at least by their brazenness. "Taylor-san speaks." Akashi added. "And even though she is not lacking fort words and isn't the most tactful person I've met, I've got her back. If she's rankled anyone with her words then the fault is on them for living up to what she's saying and I support her one hundred percent." She said as she eyed Naoko carefully. She then lowered her mic and looked at Taylor. "Remember when we were talking about Yanki's, Taylor-san?" Akashi said. She nodded to the two. "They are yanki's." She then looked at Naoko. "And I bet you're the anego aren't you?'

Naoko remained completely unfazed at Taylor's antics and only showed a small reaction when she heard the word yanki, slightly raising an eyebrow and her pale cheeks caught a barely noticeable blush. She hadn't been called that since she was in highschool. Naoko definitively didn't considered herself a juvenile delinquent despite her age, and although she and her gang were still far from being considered part of the clans she found the comment hundred of times more insulting than all of Taylor's clowning.

"....anego?..." Naoko repeated, the blush in her face becoming a little more noticeable.

Stephanie on the other hand couldn't help but laught. The redhead, who had never taken wrestling or sumo seriouisly, was divided between how hillarious all this seemed to her and how much she wanted to snap Taylor's spine. The only reason she hadn't jumped at Taylor already was because Naoko was there, and she knew how seriously her Japanese friend took all these things.

Naoko face lost the blush after a couple of second and the Japanese bowed a little less politely now to the champ. "I see... I had you in another concept of...stature. You have left me...bewildered and confused..." she said now in English. "It is not my place to remind you that you do no honor to your family with your irresponsible ways, supporting unjust and poorly thought accusations...and by associating with... mongrels... such as this."

Stephanie was growing impatient and she tipped her fingers on the wooden sword as if it tickled. In her opinion Naoko took too much time talking to people before beating them but apparently her Japanese friend was finally getting to the point.

"If you share Taylor-san's opinion on our knowledge and the effectivity in the art of fighting... Naoko started acknowledging Taylor's existance inderectly for the first time.
"I would be very grateful if the Champion herself would be so kind as to give my imouto and myself a little lesson in what she shall consider proper fighting techniques" Naoko finished with a smirk, that was mainly dedicated to Stephanie who was clearly not amused at being called imouto. Between Taylor's annoying attitude and Naoko's even more annoying and long speach, the redhead was on the edge.

"She called me Taylor-san." Taylor remarked to Akashi. She waited through the long-winded Japanese girl's speech, bored, before reaching out and taking the mic out of her hand. She gave Naoko a sly look and strolled away a little bit.

She meandered around the ring a little, silently, looking around at the crowd and not at the pair of yanki. She eventually steered herself around to stop in front of Stephanie, and looked the big redhead over with a sharp, mischievous grin.

Finally she spoke. "She doesn't let you talk, huh." Her grin widened a little bit. The crowd reacted. "Nice stick. What's it for? Or... maybe I don't wanna know. Ya know who you look like? A fat Drew Barrymore. I'm about as worried about you as I would be if I fought... fat Drew Barrymore."

She turned to address Naoko and tossed her hair back and planted one hand on her hip. "Make sure you keep your cat on a tight leash. She might get hurt."

Naoko let out a small growl as Taylor took the mic of her hand and she turned her head around trying to follow the brat's moves but without turning her back to Akashi.

Stephanie blinked amazed as she heard Taylor insult her. 'What was the stick for???' The redhead thought, holding the shinai with one hand on her shoulder. Never in her life had Stephanie meet someone that had 'asked for it' SO literally as Taylor just did.... And then turn her back! Stephanie took the wooden sword with too hands and with an amused look in her face swung it down aiming to hit Taylor right on the left shoulder' collar bone close to the neck. Stephanie wasn't as well versed in the art of kendo as Naoko, but she still knew more than a handful of useful techniques. The one that she was using was usually disfavored since it wasn't very effective to disable or disarm and opponent. Its only virtue was that it hurt like hell.

Naoko frowned as she heard the swing of Stephanie shinai. She didn't knew who Drew Berrymore was, but apparently Stephanie didn't liked her.

Taylor's mischievous grin only got bigger as Stephanie became angrier. It was great. Nothing was quite so much fun as finding some big, bad, tough guy and stealing away her patience and self control. Stephanie would probably be venting to Naoko hours from then, and Taylor would probably still be laughing about it.

She knew there would come a point where she'd have to move. That was the whole point of taunting someone until they lost it. She knew the pudgy redhead would be looking to smack her across the mouth with her stupid little stick. All she had to do was pay attention and be ready to move and she'd be-

Thwack!

"AaaAAAhahhh!" Taylor shrieked and reeled backward as the shinai slammed into her collar. Why didn't she move? Maybe... to show that this girl couldn't hurt her? Not that much anyway.

"Jeeeeeeez! Dude!" She ranted, working her shoulder around and rubbing the red mark the stick had left. She shot Stephanie an incredulous look, as if she couldn't believe she'd actually do that. "Do you know what you've done? Do you KNOW what you've DONE?!"

"THAT!" She pointed dramatically at Akashi. "And THIS." She jabbed her thumb into her chest. "Are going to make you feel SO DUMB for acting so tough."

Taylor straightened up and walked back to Stephanie, getting up close and in her face. Stephanie was a little taller, but she was built much larger than Taylor. Didn't matter. Stephanie's bigger frame and loose clothing only made Taylor's slim, tight body look even better by comparison. Taylor stood so close her chest was very nearly touching her, and looked up into Stephanie's eyes. All traces of her smiley, lighthearted mischief were gone. There was no doubt in her mind, at least none she acknowledged, that she could take this girl.

You're mine, she thought. She slowly brought the mic back up to her lips. "Try that. Again. You gooey bitch. You giant squeaky-toy. Or I will pinch your fatty-fat cheeks and everyone will hear the squeeky sound you make. Maybe you're her bitch out there. But in here," She traced the outline of the ring with her finger. "You're my bitch." She sneered in the girl's face. "Now do as I say."

The face of Stephanie was slwoly starting to take a hue that looked more and more like her hair. Now she regretted not having hit Taylor harder. The punk-girl was really getting on her nerves. She took the shinai with both hands again and raise it up horizontally above her head as she took a step back.

"Well. Since you insist..." Stephanie said with a grin as she prepared to strike. But instead of swinging the sword down to Taylor, the redhead lifted her right leg aiming to hit the annoying punk with a snap toe kick to the stomach, hoping to make her double over to then bring the shinai down across her back like a whip.

Naoko keep looking at Akashi standing right in front of the champ, pretending to ignore the rumble behind her. Althought her body didn't moved at all her muscles tensed, hidden under her white trench-coat. She doubted Akashi would simply stand there while Stephanie beat Taylor. "Your...friend's... Attitude is unnacceptable." Naoko began berating the champ in her usual calm dead tone. "You should teach her manners, proper etiquette and the correct way to speak to her superiors... Or others will."

Akashi was watching the scene and about to respond to Naoko's initial words when Taylor went off, almost predictably and began to run her mouth at Stephanie. She didn't interfere, knowing that Taylor probably deserved a little of what she got. The fact that Naoko was still in front of her also gave her pause. She looked back to her fellow Nihonjin and shook her head, smiling slightly. "I don't have to teach her anything. Your imouto is doing a fine enough job for me." She retorted. "I have her back but I'm not her baby-sitter. She's a big girl and knows what she's getting into." She then turned and looked as Taylor took the first hit and continued ranting. "Obviously she's not scared of someone who needs a weapon to deal with business she otherwise cannot." Akashi said sternly to Naoko. "The fact that she even brought it out only proves our claims true."

Akashi then yelled out. "Taylor-san, good work!" She encouraged. "Are you holding up ok?" She added with a grin. She then looked back at Naoko. "I hope that you are stronger than your imouto, Naoko-san." She said with a bow. "If you're done beating up my friend, I don't believe there is anything more we can discuss in this ring at the moment."