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

Enough was enough.

Bomber Kishima had been watching this match from backstage, thrilled to see her longtime friend and former tag partner back in the ring once again. It had brought such a nostalgic rush, especially considering Blade's opponent was another former Angel. She'd forgotten to consider just who that Angel was though. The ambush and double team shouldn't have been such a surprise, but it was. And for the briefest of moments the violet haired bruiser was filled with dread and panic.

But that moment passed quickly, and then Kishima was bolting through the halls like a bullet fresh out of the barrel. The sound guy didn't even see her in time to cue her music before she burst through the curtain and came rushing straight down toward the ring. She wasn't exactly dressed to compete - she was wearing jeans, running shoes and her "Lariat Queen" t-shirt, but that wasn't about to stop her from helping Blade out.

She ran down the aisle and immediately headed straight toward Cindy while balling her right hand into a tight fist and cocking the arm back.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!!!!" Kishima roared out while hurling the arm straight for Cindy's head! If she failed to move in time, Cindy was going to be eating one of the most vicious Napalm Lariats that had ever been thrown!

Cindy loved the look on Blade’s face. That anguish, that pain, the look of a woman who was totally dominated, but was unable to do a single thing about it. Just to get that out of this little brat made all the pain she’d suffered worthwhile. All these clowns would get to see their little heroine demolished, crushed under her betters while...

The crowd was cheering. Why was the crowd cheering?

That was Cindy’s first clue that something was amiss. The second clue came in the form of a loud, but familiar, boisterous scream behind her. She turned, only to find herself staring at an equally familiar arm. Right before it collided with her face.

”大便!” Her body did a complete rotation after the hellacious impact, one that ended up with her flopping flat on her back, staring up the ceiling, stunned and stupefied.

Bridget, for her part, was surprised - but not nearly enough to let such an attack go unchallenged. With a hiss, she tossed Blade to the to side and went charging for Bomber with her arm extended, looking to drop her with a lariat of her own, paying her back in kind.

The crowd roared out as they watched Cindy flip through the air and flop back down to the ground. In most cases that was a sound that would send a wave of joy through Kishima. But right now, she was just concerned about helping out her friend, and that job was only half done.

The violet haired Angel turned to find the other Won sister, only for her target's arm to come slamming into her, an apparent attempt to give the Lariat Queen a taste of her own medicine. The blow forced a grunt from her, and she stumbled back a step. But she remained standing, and sent a fiery glare Bridgette's way, silently informing her she'd just fucked up.

The moment lasted a mere second, before Kishima burst forward and threw her arm out with full force, aiming to crash into Bridgette with a point blank Lariat and show her it's really done!

The idea had been a simple one. Bomber had the audacity to strike her sister like that, to take Cindy down when she was clearly not ready for such an assault, so Bridget naturally wanted to pay her back in kind with an equal and appropriate strike. It seemed simple enough of a concept on paper, and in her mind, it should’ve worked well.

Except it didn’t. At all.

When her clothesline failed, Bridget had all of about three seconds to contemplate what had went wrong - if she’d not used enough force, if she’d swung poorly, if Bomber had seen it coming and prepared - before the Lariat Queen responded with another fierce blow, dropping her to the floor near her recovering sisters.

The two Wons scrambled to their feet and began to make a hasty retreat around the corner, hoping to create some space so they could breath and recoup from the fierce and unprovoked assault.

*Yeah...why was the crowd cheering?*

Blade thought the same puzzling quandary as she too noticed the crowd's sudden turnaround. She knew that she wasn't perhaps the most popular Wrestle Angel in the world, (Mighty Yukiko probably holding that dubious distinction...God, Blade missed pranking her backstage), but she certainly didn't expect the audience to just backstab her like that and cheer for Cindy Freaking Won of all people.
Though she supposed she couldn't blame considering how pitiful she probably looked right about now. A hardened veteran like her getting strung up and slapped around by these monochromatic misfits while people cheered them on.

*Some friggin debut, Blad-*

THAWP!!!

Blade's inner voices being silenced by what sounded someone getting clocked upside the head. Blade tilting her head up as far as she could considering she as still locked into the full nelson to lay her wincing eyes on the floored Won sibling and what looked like someones boots a few feet in front of her.

"I...I know those size 13 boot-" Blade's weary realization over who had come to her rescue slowly dawning on her before she was suddenly chucked to the side. The Aerial Artist face-planted hard into the thin mats below with a startled groan, her woozy senses not preventing her from beginning to wearily shuffle her arms beneath her. With Blade struggling to move, and the retreating nationalists hightailing it out of here, Bomber now had the choice between aiding a weary friend or chasing down and getting further revenge on the despised siblings.

Another lariat, and another Won sister down.

By now Cindy was starting to recover, and Bridgette was fortunate enough to have taken a somewhat lighter blow than her sister. The two were gathering up themselves to make a run for it, and Kishima started to move after them. That is, until she noticed Blade struggling to pick herself up off the ground. She couldn't chase the Won twins and help her friend at the same time, but for Kishima the choice was an easy one.

"That's right! You better run!" she called out toward the escaping duo, then quickly moved to kneel beside Blade so she could start helping her back up. "First match back and you're already causing trouble for me, huh?" she teased while pulling one of Blade's arms over her shoulders to support her, before easing her back up toward a vertical base, where she'd then start leading her toward the backstage area.

"You alright?" Kishima asked. Teasing and humor aside, she was of course worried with her former partner's well-being. She was no doctor, nor had she seen enough of the assault in clear enough detail to see if any serious injuries had been inflicted.

Wearily shuffling upward under her own recovering balance and cognition, Blade could at least be comforted in the realization that at least the crowd weren't cheering the Won siblings on this entire time. It was a small victory, but in a match that went this FUBAR, Blade needed to take whatever she could get at this moment. Repeated stomps to her gut and the disorientation from being locked into a full nelson at the same time meant that Blade was gonna need a minute to get back to her feet...

...or maybe just need a shoulder to lean on. The ladder option suddenly hoisting Blade upward with a stilted groan, her hand shielding her aching midsection as her former partner started guiding them around the ring. Blade had mixed reactions about all of this. Obviously she was relieved and grateful that Bomber bailed her out of a jam...but she also hated having to need the help in the first place. Her pride having perhaps taken a bigger beating than her abs. A part of her wanting to shove herself off of Bomber so she could at least walk back on her own two feet...but that was no way to thank a friend. Or treat a partner.

"Man...now why'd ya havta...nngh...get involved? I had'em right where I...mmng...wanted em." Blade quipped with a weary groan while her arm had to reach up to grab the muscled W.A.'s broad shoulder. Scattered applause sounding off as the pair made their exit toward the crevice between the ramp and the barricade.

"..hgh...Gonna get those fuckers back for this...even if I...nngh...gotta take'em both on at once..." Blade angrily muttered out, the tone in her voice indicating she was dead serious about having to take them on two on one if she had to...