The Sirens of Sin vs. The Won Sisters - Opening Shots

And the foolish Firehawk had fallen for Bridget's clever ruse. She'd appeared to be weakened, but this was all a ploy on her part, and it had paid off wonderfully - that look of sheer anguish was something that she would treasure for years to come.

Bridget waved to the crowd, giving them a regal smile in exchange for their gauche behavior. They disapproved, but she had done nothing wrong. After all, it was foul to kick an opponent's knee. These Japanese dogs merely loved the sound of their own barking, and the Won Sisters had long since grown accustomed to their grating noises.

"You seem hurt, little bird." Bridget loomed over the Firehawk, enjoying her dominance, before reaching forward and pulling her head into a tight headlock. "Let me help you fly again."

Bridget grabbed the FIrehawk's injured leg, hooked it tight, and tried to jerk back for a Fisherman's Suplex, even going for a pin attempt at the end. Eliminating one of the Sirens so early on was, perhaps, a bit too much to ask, but the prospect of tearing one of them apart for the entire match? That goal was too tempting to ignore.

Lilith was mentally kicking herself. She should have known better than to expect these women to participate in this match in a respectful manner. The boot to her knee more shocked the Firehawk than it did injure her, but her knee was far from unscathed. The move stunned the redhead as her teeth were grinding against each other. She clenched her right hand into a fist just as the Won sister stood over her.

As she was pulled to her feet and her head tucked under Bridget's arm, Lilith aimed her fist right at her opponent's side. "Let..." She could feel that arm clenched tight around her head. It would likely take more than one punch to free her. "...go..." The redhead would throw a second punch, possibly already having her leg hooked. "...of Me!!!!" A third punch would be thrown. If the punches weren't enough to free Lilith, she would find herself flying through the air with a brutal crash to the mat and her leg hooked for a pin as the Won sibling executed the suplex.

Bridget gripped the FIrehawk tightly in the hold and couldn't resist a short laugh as she secured it, preparing to slam the bratty girl hard into the canvas. Very soon, her taunts would come to an abrupt end - even if the pin didn't work, Bridget had little intention of letting her get up once she'd successful planted the Siren of Sin. "You struggle in vain."

She gripped the head tight, when a punch to the ribs interupted her. The Firehawk had more spirit than Bridget had originally surmised, but it was a small matter, an annoying trifle that she could deal with. She hooked the leg, only to be interrupted by an even stronger blow just before she could start the lift. The irritation in her grunt was unmistakeable.

She gripped as hard as she could and proceed to go through the move, but the Firehawk got out one last punch before the point of no return, and this one hit hard enough to make a difference. Bridget let go of the hooked leg and released the headlock as she staggered back, grasping her stomach from the pain. She cursed in her native language, and even though she seriously doubted a swine like this would know the exact translation, she was willing to bet the general gist would come through. 'Stupid whore' had a very similar tone to it, no matter the language.

Lilith feared that she was doomed to hit the mat hard when her first punch did little to loosen Bridget's grip. She felt her leg hooked, and her teeth grit together as she wound up the second punch and aimed it square at those ribs. She felt the grip loosen only to tighten again. The Firehawk knew that this last punch was her last shot as she felt her free foot slowly rise off of the mat.

Then, freedom! Her powerful fist caused the trash-talking Won sibling to let go as she staggered backwards. The siren's hooked foot found itself back on the mat as she staggered back a few feet herself as she regained her footing. She held her previously targeted leg as her eyes focused on her Asian opponent. She heard something unintelligible but rude-sounding altogether come out of Bridget's mouth.

"You want to say something? Speak a language that the audience can understand!" she snarled, suspecting that it was something derogatory. She would not waste any time after the taunt before taking a step forward and aiming an uppercut to Bridget's chin, looking to knock the girl off-balance and seeking the nearby neutral turnbuckle for safety.

Bridget was in a poor position - it wouldn't last, she was sure, but all the same, the distress of the situation could not be ignored. The redheaded dog was unskilled, but she did have strength. Not enough to match Bridget, surely. But enough to be a nuisance.

Bridget opened her mouth to retort, but the Firehawk was quick to close it with another blow, this one landing hard on her chin and nearly making the stronger Won Sister bite her tongue. She stumbled back and crashed against the turnbuckle, wincing at the impact, and then she got out what she'd wanted to say.

Bridget spat to the side and shook her head. "Says the woman speaking English in Japan." She still had enough wherewithal to rebut the Firehawk's flippant remark and give her something physical to go along with it. Bracing herself against the corner, she tried to stop her opponent's momentum a quick snap kick, shooting her leg up and aiming for the center of her stomach.

Over to the side, Cindy took a hesitant step towards the corner, looking between her sister, the referee, and their wily foes. The time wasn't right to intervene just yet, but she was sure it would present itself. Soon.

Lilith was feeling pretty proud of herself. The pain in her leg was dying down and that uppercut felt rather cathartic after having listened to Bridget run her mouth since before her and Maya had even come onto the stage. It felt even better to see her reeling back towards the corner. She moved towards the Chinese opponent with the full intention of beating her down before bringing her over to Maya for a tag, but it was clear Bridget had other plans.

She couldn't deny the hypocrisy in her statement, but she brushed it off, "At least most of them speak Eng-ooof!" She didn't get a chance to finish her retort as the Won sibling shot her foot at the Firehawk's stomach and caused her to double over from the snap kick. It wouldn't completely stifle her though as she would swing a punch at her stomach to retaliate as she aimed to rise back to an upright position.

Maya, meanwhile was keeping a close eye on Cindy as she watched the girl take a step towards the brawling women. She had seen plenty a dirty team take advantage of distractions, and she wasn't about to let that happen so soon.

Kicking was hardly Bridget's forte, but it suited the situation well enough. Such an opponent was hardly worth of her true skill, at any rate, and it would do the Won Sister's well to keep their best skills and movs under wraps. The tag division was heating up, after all, and there was always the chance they would come against truly worthy opponents. A minute chance, but it was there, and there was no harm in being prudent.

But the Firehawk was a resilient one, even if she was a brutish thug. She thought for that the kick would stun her for a moment, long enough for her to seize the advantage - Bridget was wrong. And she learned how wrong, too, when she tried to spring forward and wound up eating a punch, sinking it deep into her stomach.

She lost the breath to bark back with a retort and promptly fell to her knees with her mouth hanging agape. She was quick to turn it into a sneer, however, and she aimed it upwards at the lucky Firehawk. A temporary setback, at worst.

Lilith had taken many a blow both in and out of the ring. So the punches and kicks Bridget was dealing out were nothing new. It didn't make them any less effective, but she had been in situations like these before. When her gut punch landed the Won sibling on her knees with her mouth hanging open, the Firehawk, while still holding her stomach, was ready for a follow-up.

That was until she saw that sneer on Bridget's face. It was unholy and startled the redhead into a standing position while taking a few steps back. "Wh-what the fuck are you?" she asked as she took a few steps back towards her own corner, but not quite enough to be in reach of Maya's out-stretched hand.

"Tag me in!" the blue-haired Siren shouted.

"No! I've got this!" Lilith retorted as she stared at the Won sibling before rushing at her to continue the striking match they had gotten into. Her hand reeled back with full intent to deliver and open-fisted punch to the Chinese woman's jaw.

Bridget's sneer gained a little smirk as the Firehawk backed away. Was that fear she saw in those eyes? Why yes, yes it was. It seemed the unflappable woman was not without her weaknesses, a stony veneer that was crumbling all too quickly. The siblings had been in the business long enough to recognize wounded prey. They smelled blood.

["Her fear is delicious, sister." Bridget could almost hear Cindy's smile behind her. ["May I have a taste?"

["Certainly, sister."] She kept her eyes trained on the Firehawk as she rushed back into her doom. ["All you ever need do is ask."]

She started to get back up as her opponent neared, but ducked down at the last moment and let her wild blow fly overhead. She seemed to think that Bridget was still intent to trade blow for blow with her. Quite the contrary. Instead, she moved in, wrapped her arms around the Firehawk's waist, rose up and tried to send her flying back with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Towards their corner.

It was true. Lilith's foundation was shaken by that glare that Bridget had aimed at her. She wasn't exactly known for making the brightest of decisions when panic set in. Her feet may have been quick, but her agility was another thing in this moment. The Firehawk fully expected her fist to land on it's target without fail, but she assumed too much.

In one fell swoop, Lilith swung at nothing but air, felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, and her feet leave the mat. Before she knew it, she was flying face-first towards the Won sibling's corner.

I should have tagged out when Maya told me to... she thought as her face and body crashed to the mat. The Firehawk lay there clutching at her stomach and breasts, both areas having taken the brunt of the landing. She had a bad feeling about what was in store.