Blade Uehara vs. Cindy Won - Reunion in the Ropes [FWC]

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO


While she wasn’t going to admit it out loud, Cindy was actually quite glad that Blade Uehara had showed. Ecstatic, if truth be told.

This was hardly the first time they’d crossed, after all. During their early years, the Won Siblings had been denied their rightful place in the tag team picture for too long, ignored while other teams were given the spotlight. How could they compete with the managers biased towards Japanese teams like the Blade Runners? Native teams were always given the bigger push, featured more prominently.

But now, Blade no long had the mighty Bomber or the wily Panther to back her up. She was all alone, and Cindy would relish taking her apart and giving the snotty brat her comeuppance.

She would not have to wait too long, either, as the official quickly made her way into the ring and signaled for the match proper to begin. The bell rang and Cindy came stalking out of her corner with her arms raised and eyes narrowed, locked on Blade’s every movement. Uehara had always been a nimble sort, as Cindy recalled, but that was years ago. She’d clearly stayed in shape since then, but such a style required more than an able body.  Much rust could develop over such a time.

There was only one way to be sure of what she faced, and with that in mind, Cindy circled about the ring with Blade, keeping up with the fleet flyer as best as she could. When the time came for them to lock up, she gladly leaped into it and threw her weight towards Blade, trying to drive her across the ring and into the nearest turnbuckle.

Stomping up to Cindy with impassioned vigor, Blade willingly engaged in the clinching lock up with one hand securely gripping the back of the Won Sibling's neck. Blade's toned legs extended well behind her to help afford her some leverage and withstand Cindy's own shoving momentum.

Straining efforts aside, Blade still felt herself steadily losing ground before she lowered her own center of gravity and halted the progression. Matching her opponent muscle to muscle in these types of grapples was most definitely not Blade's forte, especially given her propensity for being chucked all over the ring by the old powerhouses from W.A. But considering that Cindy was conveniently eye-level with her equally diminutive adversary, she figured this could be the one and only chance she'll have to grapple with someone and not be immediately out-muscled.

The deadlock continued until Blade finally figured out how to get out of this jam. By yanking back the hand wrapped behind Cindy's neck and hooking it under Cindy's right arm, Blade could twist her hips and drop down to a seated position for the armdrag takedown. Cindy's entrapped arm never looking the crook of Blade's elbow through out the entire flip and even afterward with Blade propping herself behind Cindy on one knee.

At first, this might not have seemed like the best idea for Cindy. Unlike her sister, raw power was never her strongest suit, and there were few wrestlers she could ever hope to outmuscle. However, that small list had included Blade Uehara, years ago. She was pleased to find out that not much at had changed in the past few years.

It was a slow push, to be sure, and it all came to a sudden halt when Blade dropped and stayed low. Unfortunate, but pointless, either way - Cindy felt the point had been made. ”Still more bark than bite, Uehara?” She whispered and gave Blade a hard push forward, testing her stance further. ”A pity. You are supposed to grow wiser with age, but it seems that you have-”

Whatever Cindy’s taunt was going to be, the world would never know. Including Cindy herself, because she immediately forgot it when she was whipped around with a sharp arm drag and dropped flat before she could even react.

That would have been troubling enough by its lonesome, but Blade didn’t relinquish the arm afterward, leaving Cindy trapped her in clutches. Extremely agitated, Cindy pulled forward and tried to swing her elbow up, hoping to hit Blade right in her face.

As seamless a transition as Blade could have hoped for. The former W.A. pivoting her hips while using Cindy's own momentum against her to bring the nationalistic China woman flat on her ass with Blade still fastened onto her arm from behind. It certainly was a refreshing change of pace to not be the one tossed off her feet after a lockup, an impishly grinning Blade riding high off that particular boost to her confidence.

"Sorry Cin, didn't quite make that last part out. Guess I must be getting hard of hearing in my old age-" Blade's cocky retort would be cut short by a rocketing elbow that just barely missed clocking her in her jaw. Instinctively bobbing her head to the right saved her from that painful fate, as her honed reflexives tended to do for her. Blade grit her teeth and reaffirmed the twisting arm wringer, now agitated herself before another bright idea popped into her head.

"Say, wanna help me do sumthin kinda cool?" Without waiting for Cindy to say "no" or swear in Chinese, Blade would stand back up along with Cindy by means of her disjointed arm. With a corner turnbuckle beside her, Blade would start to steadily climb up pad by pad until she was standing boldly on the top of the ringpost. Fans of Blade began cheering once they recognized the setup for one of her signature moves. Blade would than start to effortlessly perform a balanced tightrope with Cindy being forced to walk beside her thanks to the contorting arm wringer still being applied. At least before Blade got to the middle of the rope, where in she would leap forward and go into a tumbling roll to have the Won sibling be sent spiraling across the ring after releasing her arm.

Cindy hissed - a literal hiss - through her teeth as her elbow caught nothing but air, missing Blade by a few irritating inches. It was like trying to swat a fly, in truth. Cindy knew she could squash this insect of a woman with ease if she could catch her, but that simple task was far easier to say than do.

[“Destroy her, Cindy! Do not let her make a mockery of us!”]

Her sister’s ‘encouragement’ was hardly helping.

The current hold was more a nuisance than anything, and it seemed that Blade realized this, too, as it was not long before she sought to move on. True to her style, she could not do so in an orthodox way, utilizing the moves of a trained veteran. No, she had to be showy. She had to make a spectacle of it.

“笨蛋! 三八! 遗忘的八!” The curses flowed freely from Cindy’s lips as she was dragged about, paraded like a circus act, then flung across the ring at the end. She rolled once, then popped to her feet, but the momentum carried her all the way to the turnbuckle. That was where she stayed, too, leaning against the pads, shaking her head, trying to reconfigure her senses.

She would not stand for this.

Blade's high-wire act generated an overwhelming pop from the audience as the fan-favorite sent them both tumbling across the ring. Most of the older fans in attendance recognizing the nostalgic call back to Blade's W.A. days when she would take the starch out of her competitors by "helping" her with tight rope routine. It was definitely more demoralizing than painful, but Blade just plain old couldn't resist messing with Cindy's head...and damned if it didn't feel amazing to be back on those ropes again.

Landing on her back after tumble rolling once herself, Blade would tuck her legs in and nimbly perform a kip up that had her back on her feet and rocketing her arm in the air. Showing off the devil horns with her fingers to keep the crowd cheering and hyped up before turning around to approach the cornered Won Sibling.

"You got no idea how much I missed this..." Blade coyly remarked while tugging Cindy out of the corner by that same tortured arm she had been targeting. Blade would escort the China lady along the ropes until they were about mid-ring. After briefly weighing herself heavily against Cindy to get the ropes behind them to bend, Blade would use that extra bounce behind Cindy to help propel her into an attempted Irish whip across the ring.

In part, Cindy blamed Beauty Ichigaya for her current state. Even though the haughty blonde had defeated Blade long ago, her job clearly had not been thorough enough. The woman was an endless font of energy, as much as she had ever been. If she had slowed down by any measure, Cindy was in no position to judge.

Though, perhaps that was not necessarily a bad thing.

True to her usual, devil-may-care style, Blade made her way to Cindy and pulled her out of the corner, taunting along the way. A silly gesture, and one that made her waste time - time that Cindy would prove to be a better steward of.

She sent her off with an Irish whip, tossing her off to the ropes. Instead of fighting it, though, Cindy sped up, running hard to be Ropes, picking up more momentum. She bounced off, came dashing back towards Blade, then raised her leg up high to try and strike the annoying brat with a Big Boot to the face.

Call it an over-eagerness to prove her naysayers wrong, or just the nostalgic adrenaline coursing through her veins. But Blade was feeling five years younger again. Like she had never lost a step since being exiled from her native homeland while it seemed like the entire wrestling world was passing her by. She felt like she had so much catching up to do in the eyes of her fans, and so far she felt like she was making damn good progress...

After bracing herself against Cindy and sending her sprinting across the ring, Blade would bounce off the same ropes behind her and go dashing herself after the Chinese nationalist. Her plan was to leap up and waylay Cindy with a mid-air knee strike. At least that was what she intended to do before noticing that Cindy was approaching faster than she-

*Thwack*

Blade would flop down to the canvas like a sack of potatoes, rolling to her side and while horribly stunned from the stiff boot that clocked her right upside her head. An echoing and brutal kick that generated some sympathetic groans and put a stop to Blade's speedy tempo along with Blade herself. Blinking harder wasn't making the stars fade away any faster, but a slow and concerted effort would have her gradually beginning to shuffle her limbs beneath her and hopefully start to push herself up onto all fours.

Cindy raised up her foot, jutted forward, hoped for the best and…

Ah. Good. It worked. There were fewer pleasures so satisfying as kicking Blade Uehara in the face.

She recovered from the kick and spun around just in time to see her hated foe hit the mat, stunned by the simple move, reeling from the blow. She took a moment to bathe in the glory, sauntering over to Blade with hands on hips. The crowd, of course, booed as if she’d done something illegal, but it was hardly surprising. The Japanese fans did love to deify their wrestlers, and no one liked to see a god fall. Especially when it was their god.

”You should have stayed in whatever hole you crawled out of, insect.” She paced about the rising heroine, coming over to her other side. ”Do not be troubled. I will send you back there shortly.”

Now, how to follow up? It was tempting to give her another kick, but there would be plenty of time for something such as that. Cindy wanted to hurt Blade and dim her blinding spirit. With that in mind, she had a more interesting target.

She made her way to Blade’s front, right as she was starting to push her way up on all four. With a sneer, Cindy brought her foot up and stomped the spunky punk’s fingers, mashing them into the mat with her heel.

Blade may have actually spoken too soon, probably needing to rescind her earlier cheeky statement. There were certain aspects of the business she did not miss...and one of them was getting rocked by a stiff boot from someone who straight up hates your guts and knows how to direct every ounce of that animosity directly into her savage strikes.

Blade was than pleasantly reminded from their previous tag matches that Cindy could be a really nimble and quick-footed pain in the ass. The cerulean haired sibling matching Blade not only in terms vertical height, but perhaps in straight up running speed as well. Cindy might even actually benefit from a speedy tempo just as much as Blade does...

*...well that's not good.* Blade wearily thought to herself as she came to that revelation. The former W.A. groggily shuffling herself upward while enduring not just the throbbing head pains, but overhearing Cindy run her freaking mouth while she circled her like a predator waiting for the perfect time to strike. Blade hissed and grit her teeth, having plenty to say in response...but having your fingers crushed tends to make you lose track of your thoughts.

"SHIT!!!" Blade screeched from having her fingers trampled on, flopping back down while her free hand immediately clenched onto Cindy's ankle. Squirming and writhing from the spiking pain in her hand, once afforded any leverage to squeeze her hand free Blade would go tumbling towards the nearest bottom rope. She would grasp her aching hand, huddle over herself, and continue muttering obscenities while a booing crowd let Cindy know what they thought of the underhanded tactic.