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

Cindy was truly flabbergasted by the lack of respect from Blade towards her sister, screaming at Bridget like some sort of madwoman. She acted as if she was doing something wrong by standing up for her sister, like a good sibling ought to do, as if Cindy had no right to ringside moral encouragement. What was more, her fellow Japanese backed her up, calling for Bridget to be sent to the back, even though she’d done absolutely nothing to deserve such a punishment.

Filthy, rowdy dogs. She should have expected nothing less from them

She supposed she should have seen it as a blessing in disguise, however, as Blade’s lack of focus bought her a golden opportunity to recover and gather her bearings, a moment of solace she badly needed. By the time Blade returned to her, she had far more energy to work with.

She went along with the headlock, allowed Blade to pull her into it, but that was all the indignity she was prepared to suffer. Without warning, she suddenly pushed forward, hard towards the corner, and shoved Blade from the back at the same time, attempting to throw her into the turnbuckle chest-first and escape all at once.

Brief tangent about her favorite running T.V. show aside, Blade was still internally fuming over what was essentially nothing more than juvenile name-calling. Schoolyard trash talk at it's most inane, and quite frankly, Blade's had far sharper barbs tossed at her over the years. But she'll be damned if she was going to let any spectator from the peanut gallery call her a whore, or a coward.

Normally, this would have been the part of the tag match where Blade's more level-headed partner would have talked her down. Her partner normally dousing water on Blade's short fuse and stopping her from being so easily distracted in the first place. But considering that Blade was going solo here, her fiery temper took reign over her actions and allowed Cindy precious seconds to recoup. Blade's application of the headlock appeared to be going smoothly so far though.

Snug and tight...at least before Cindy starting sprinting wildly from behind and propelled Blade forward. Blade widened her eyes from being sent tumbling into the impending corner before having her head harshly bounce off the top turnbuckle. The wily W.A. veteran now sagging into the shaking corner with a hand on her groaning face. Clearly dazed, and clearly stunned.

From the ringside, Bridget was treated to the lovely sight of Blade getting flung forward into the turnbuckle, hammered like the disgusting little mongrel she was. Distracting her had not even been the true intention, her goals had been innocent and pure. But now she was remembering how combustible Blade had always proven to be in the ring...or outside the ring...or in the backstage...or, literally, wherever she went. A clear weakness that a canny opponent could exploit, and few came any cannier than the Won Siblings.

Cindy, for her part, would have loved to take a moment to enjoy the sight of her battered foe, but she knew too well how sharp Blade could be if given time to build momentum. That had to be stopped, and there would be no better opportunity.

Her first inclination was to kick Blade in her unimpressive backside, but that passed quickly enough. There was a more enticing target.

After taking a step back for space, Cindy swiftly spun about and shot her raised leg up and out at the same time, aiming a spinning heel kick at the back of her head. Enough to leave even the stoutest foes reeling, but against a weakling like Blade…

Slight disorientation and some watery eyes after having taken the brunt of the impact on her nose. Nothing Blade couldn't cope with as she briefly hung loosely against the still reverberating corner turnbuckles. But still she was still kicking herself for even getting placed in this position in the first place, especially by these trumped up, irritating, color-coordinated China Dolls. Blade sure didn't remember having this much trouble with these clowns back in W.A...of course, back than she had a tag partner backing her up. Challenging one half of an inseparable and notoriously under-handed tag team all on her lonesome may not have been all that bright of an idea...

Blade was still in this. She just had to push herself off the ropes and-

*Thwack!!*

...and suddenly see a flash of white in her vision while feeling a distinct loss of equilibrium in her legs, the former W.A. collapsing under her own weight besides the nearby ropes after what was a horribly vicious heel kick from behind her. All Blade could think to do was go into an immediate retreat as she cradled the back of her head. Tumbling and rolling out of the ring to collapse outside, Blade than wearily shuffled to her knees while glancing up to notice Bridgets feet not too far in the distance.

"...the fuck happened ta not blindsiding, huh?!" Blade angrily snarled out while scrunching her face and grasping the back of her scruffy haired head.

Ah, Cindy had almost forgotten how rare of a treat it was to kick Blade Uehara in the head. Fate was kind to bring the experience back to her.

While she would’ve loved to follow up on her attack and hammer Blade into the mat, she took some enjoyment from watching the brat roll out of the ring, too, likely regretting ever crossing paths with two wrestlers so much greater than she could ever hope to be. It did her heart good to see Blade so humbled, but she also saw an opportunity. Judging from the glint in her eyes, so did her sister.

[“Sister!”] Bridget called to her in their native Mandarin. [”Come at her from behind! I will distract her!”]

Cindy smiled, sly and vicious, as she made her way to the side of the ring and rolled under the ropes. She ducked down behind the apron, staying out of sight as she stalked her prey, rounding the corner just as Blade protested her sorry state. Bridget merely shrugged and waved the vagrant away.

”Do not blame us for you inattentiveness. For example…” Bridget suddenly threw her hands up and waved them about, frantic, drawing all eyes to her. [“Now, sister!”]

Cindy took her cue and rushed at Blade from behind, quickly closing in and leaping at her for a running knee to the back.

Despite the throbbing head pains that came with feeling like someone just chucked a rock at the backside of her skull, the utter hypocrisy of the situation still wasn't lost on Blade. At least when she blindsided Cindy, the Won sibling walked away from it with nothing more than a tanned hide and a bruised ego. Blade would be lucky if she could stand straight without teetering over after Cindy frigging superkicked her in the back of her head.

Blade grumbled and offered Bridget a slant-eyed glare while getting back up to her knees, one hand still rubbing her scruffy haired head as she overheard Bridget's bullshit excuse. It's not like she was expecting the Won sibling to apologize profusely for her sister or admit to being a two-faced hypocrite, but she certainly didn't expect Bridget to start flailing her arms around like she was drowning in a pool.

"What the...Are you high or someth-GAH!!" Blade cried out from the piecing knee stabbing her in the back, the former W.A. collapsing face down and laid out at Bridget's feet. Blade was in a thoroughly miserable state as she groaned incoherently and tapped her foot against the floor, throngs of booing fans catching onto the siblings underhanded distraction technique and letting them know just what they thought about it. The referee also sounding off her own objection by barking at Cindy to bring the match back inside the ring.

The crowd, of course, derided the combined efforts of the Won Siblings, but that only showed what little they knew. They were simply mad that the two of them made such an effective pair, and that they had no true cause to complain. After all, it was hardly outside the rules to communicate with someone at ringside, and nothing required the two of them to do so in any particular language.

”Hey!” The referee, part of that idiotic mass herself, leaned over the ropes and point to them both, as Cindy moved to grab Blade by the hair. ”Enough of that! Get her inside the ring, and you,” She wagged a finger at Bridget. ”If you interfere one more time, I’ll-”

”You will what?” Cindy threw Blade back into the ring, then focused on her sister’s accuser. ”Bridget has committed no crime and broken no rule. You have no cause to harrass her like this.”

Bridget put her hands on her hips and stood side-by-side with Cindy, the two of them facing down the oppressor. Figuratively, since she was looking down on them from the ring, but still. ”Indeed! This is merely another example of Japanese bias. Have you no shame?”

That got the referee’s eyes to widen. ”Bias? What?”

”You turn a blind eye to Blade’s antics, but punish my sister for the smallest of offenses. It is clear - we were born on the wrong continent to receive a fair fight in this sport.”

The argument began to heat up, as some of the audience members close enough to hear got into things as well. For the moment, it almost seemed like a heated debate was about to break out in the middle of the match…[/b][/b]

Blade made a mental note to look into learning some Mandarin after this miserable match was in the history books. If she was going to be dealing with these color-coordinated pains in the ass during her time here than learning some key phrases would go a long way in not making her look like a buffoon. Which she kinda sorta felt like after falling for the same friggin trick twice now...

"Hnngh..." Blade snarled her teeth and only expected the worst after getting tossed back inside the ring by the blue-haired sibling, the former W.A. fully aware of Cindy's penchant for limb-contorting submissions and how downright sadistic she could be if given free reign over a downed opponent. A wincing groan came to her face in anticipation of whatever Cindy had in store for her...

...

Blade peered through one of her eyes, than opened both while scanning the ring to learn why she wasn't in some form of crippling pain. The former W.A. glancing curiously on her hands and knees over towards the heated political discussion going on at ringside between the Won siblings and the referee bending through the middle and top ropes. The legitimacy of whether there was indeed Japanese bias and the potential racial divide that could come as a result was a fascinating and thoughtful debate topic...and one that Blade couldn't give a shit about as she hauled herself back to her feet.

Her aches and pains not truly subsiding in the brief window of time she was given, but Blade pushed through it and used it as adrenalized fuel once the golden opportunity presented itself. Teeth glaring and blood pumping, Blade took off running in the opposite direction of the ref to bounce off the ropes. A swelling crowd saw the action taking place and gradually stood up once they felt something big was coming. And that something was Blade using the referee's lower back as a leaping off point to launch herself into the air, the aerial artist attempting a damn near suicidal Swanton Bomb onto a certain two Chinese loud-mouths!!!

The audience waited only a few moments before they began to heckle the Won Siblings, predictably taking the referee’s side and not seeing the value of their complaints. Sad, but it was hardly the only time the two of them had seen such rampant discrimination. Indeed, their time in Japan had been marred by frequent jests, mocked by a crowd that never seemed to appreciate their work or their talent, taunted at every turn.

Even now, as they pleaded their case, the crowd cheered the referee, and...wait, why were they cheering?

Bridget seemed unfazed by the sudden change, but Cindy took immediate note of the crowd’s spastic switch. Suddenly, it seemed as if they were building anticipation, preparing for something grand about to happen, but she had no idea why. Their conversation was hardly that enthralling, and Blade was down.

Or so she thought at the time, anyway. That theory was proven immediately wrong, when she looked up and saw a Blade Uehara shaped blur flying over the referee. Cindy was put into a very rare spot, as she had just enough time to register what was about to happen, but not nearly enough to stop it.

Blade came crashing down, not just on Cindy, but on Bridget as well, taking both of the Won Siblings out in one move, leaving them both on the floor, reeling from the insane blow.

High-flyers. Cindy never much liked them.

In those fleeting seconds of weightless elevation, Blade had felt all of her lingering doubts wash away instantly. She had nagging thoughts about whether she was making the right call in digging up the past and resurrecting her long since dead wrestling career in her native country. Hundreds of fans cheering you on while practically flying through the air can do wonders for your waning confidence though, Blade now knowing full well that she made the right decision to re-experience this sensation one more time.

That nostalgic exhilaration lifting her to new heights and making her heart soar before it would all come splashing down onto the two blathering siblings. Blade herself going into a tumbling roll upon her crash landing, ending with her being propped up and seated against the nearby barricade. A delirious smile on her panting face as she laid there and soaked up all the wild cheers, the Aerial Artist demonstrating how she earned that moniker before she began to steadily shove herself upward after a few seconds of rest.

"If it makes you feel any better...nngh...I don't hate ya cause yer Chinese...I hate ya cause yer a cheap-shoting pain in the ass who thinks she's better than everyone else." Blade groaned while reaching down to haul Cindy up back up to her feet by those ox things in her hair. Blade was taking it slow for now considering she had taken some damage of her own from the Swanton Bomb, for now opting to just escort Cindy back inside the ring...but not before rearing Cindy's head back and smacking it against the ringside apron...THAN she would roll her back inside the ring under the bottom rope with a hand in her hair and the other yanking up on the back of her blue dress.