Tia Harris and AKANE vs. Keith Fox and Andy Wolf - O Brother, Where Art Thou?

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Tag
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, submission, or KO

***

It was all going to be so cool. Keith was going to come out to the match alone, walk down to the ring, take his place. Tia and AKANE would come out, make their way down, and they’d probably give him shit for taking them on alone and making this match happen. Then he would smile, look towards the entrance, and music that no one had heard in the arena would play. Surprise! His brother had joined LAW and was going to be his tag partner!

Classic stuff. But it was the day of the match, and there was one, tiny problem. A fly in the ointment. A glitch in the system.

“Dude, where the fuck are you?”

Keith’s brother wasn’t exactly known for being Mr. Punctuality, it was true, but he’d actually planned around that when he asked Andy to do this. Keith had told him that the match would be an hour earlier than it really would, which was a time-tested way to make the man show up on time - movies, hockey games, weddings, you name it. Keith and all of Andy’s friends, the few he had, knew the strategy.

But it hadn't worked today, not when Keith needed him here for this match, and when he gave his brother a call, he found out why.

“Dude, hey.” It was hard to tell on FaceTime with the poor lighting, but Andy seemed to be in bed. Not his bed, either. Keith stood in the gorilla position, decked out in his

“What’s up?”

Keith blinked a couple of times, aghast, before he found the words. “What’s up? I’m about to do a tag match without a tag partner, that’s what’s up.” He squinted, trying to get a good look at where Andy was on the screen. “Where the hell are you?”

It took a moment for Andy to speak again, and when he did, it was quiet, hushed, and a little slurred. He was drunk. Or high. Or some combination of both. Keith swore he could smell it through the phone. “Bro, I met this fine-as-fuck Asian chick at the sushi bar, man. We got to talking, exchanged some details, she invited me over, and-”

“Dude. Dude.” Keith cut that off quick, knowing Andy would go into details if you let him. “The match. We have a match, why the fuck were you even at-”

“Mr. Fox?”

Keith spun about, wild-eyed, and found himself staring at one of the stagehands, who was thumbing towards the entranceway. “Your music is playing, your match is up.” She looked about for a moment, confused. “Isn’t this supposed to be a tag match, where is your-”

Keith ended the call, pressing the red button harder than his thumb had pressed anything in his entire life. “No, screw it.” He huffed and stormed towards the curtain. “It’s just me.”

A moment later, he stomped down the ramp, making up for lost time as his

played around him. He promptly slid under the bottom rope and made his way to his corner, not bothering with any theatrics or showboating. He was going to need every bit of energy he could spare today.

[Weonna]

Backstage, two very different attitudes were on display.

Tia Harris was practically bouncing with excitement, rolling her shoulders and adjusting her black leather jacket as she waited for their cue. Her long silver hair flowed freely down her back, while a confident grin stretched across her face.

Tia

Beside her stood Akane, already dressed in her signature red-and-white wrestling attire. The redhead had her arms folded beneath her chest, her expression as cold and serious as ever.

Akane

Unlike her Australian companion, Akane wasn't particularly interested in making a spectacle of their entrance. She had come here for one reason: to fight.

And considering what had happened during their previous encounter with Keith Fox, she had plenty of motivation.

“Oi, Akane! Ready to give our favourite podcast host another nightmare?”

“…Hmph.”

Tia chuckled.

“Yeah, figured you'd say that.”

Then, their cue arrived.

BOOOOOOM!

The arena lights dimmed as the opening of Tia Harris's entrance theme blasted through the speakers!

Spoiler

Rather than using separate entrances, the two women had decided to make their appearance together, with Tia's theme accompanying them both.

And naturally, Tia was the first to emerge.

The silver-haired powerhouse stepped through the curtain with her arms spread wide, flashing a cocky grin toward the audience. She strutted onto the stage, soaking up the attention before running a hand through her shimmering silver locks.

Akane emerged moments later, walking alongside her partner with considerably less enthusiasm. Her green eyes remained fixed on the ring, her expression completely devoid of amusement.

Tia, meanwhile, was having the time of her life.

“WOOOO! LAW! YOUR FAVOURITE AUSSIE'S HERE!”

She threw both arms into the air before turning toward Akane.

“C'mon, love! Give 'em a smile!”

“…No.”

“Aw, you're no fun!”

Laughing, Tia started down the ramp, Akane keeping pace beside her.

It wasn't long before Tia spotted Keith standing alone in his corner.

Her grin widened.

“Oi! OI! AKANE!”

She pointed toward the ring.

“HAHAHA! Look at this bloody drongo!”

Akane glanced toward Keith, then briefly surveyed the rest of the ring.

No partner.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“…Where is other one?”

“THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYIN'!”

Tia burst into another fit of laughter, cupping her hands around her mouth as she shouted toward Keith.

“OI, FOXY! WHERE'S YA MATE?!”

She made a show of looking around the arena, even turning around to inspect the entrance behind them.

“WHAT HAPPENED, MATE?! DID YA PARTNER SEE WHO HE WAS FIGHTIN' AND DECIDE TO CHUCK A SICKIE?!”

Tia slapped her thigh, thoroughly amused by her own joke.

“HAHAHA! Bloody hell! First ya lose your podcast, now ya lose your tag partner! Not havin' a good run, are ya, Foxy?!”

Akane, however, wasn't laughing.

She continued down the ramp, her gaze never leaving Keith.

“…Does not matter.”

Tia glanced over.

“Eh?”

“One. Two. Same result.”

The redhead cracked her knuckles.

“…We win.”

“OHHH! Listen to her!”

Tia threw an arm around Akane's shoulders, grinning proudly.

“That's my girl!”

“…Get off.”

“Love ya too!”

Upon reaching ringside, Tia hopped onto the apron and stepped through the ropes, immediately throwing her arms outward to show off her impressive physique. She gave her silver hair another dramatic flick before flexing her arms for the crowd.

Akane entered shortly afterward, slipping between the ropes and heading straight toward their corner without any unnecessary theatrics.

Tia eventually joined her, removing her leather jacket and handing it off at ringside.

But before settling into their corner, she turned toward Keith one last time.

“Y'know, Foxy, gotta give ya credit!”

She rested her arms across the top rope, smirking.

“After what happened at your little Fox Den, I figured you'd have enough brains to stay the hell away from us!”

Tia tilted her head, looking around the empty space beside him.

“But nah! Here ya are, all by your lonesome!”

She gave him an exaggerated sympathetic pout.

“Awww. Want me to give ya a cuddle before we kick your arse?”

Akane stepped up beside her, staring directly at Keith.

“…Enough talking, Tia.”

The Australian glanced at her partner, then back toward Keith.

“Righto, righto!”

She cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders, her grin returning.

“Let's give Foxy another episode he'll never forget!”

Akane remained silent, her fists clenched at her sides.

Unlike Tia, she wasn't here to entertain the crowd.

She was here to finish what they'd started.