Kyouko 'Blade' Uehara vs. Misaki 'Maiden' Sakurazaki - A Painful Reunion

The sun rose and fell, the world turned on its axis, the seasons came and went, and Blade Uehara had the attention span of your average squirrel. It was nice to know that certain things never changed.

Beauty kept her smile on, serene and calm, as she made her way to ringside and watched the drama unfold. In Blade’s panic, she’d created a massive opening, and Maiden was far too canny to let it go unpunished. A swift kick in the stomach was all the setup she needed for...what was her finisher, again?

Ah, that was right. ‘Maid To Order’. Misaki did love her maid-puns.

Sure enough, with Blade bent over, Maiden was quick to stuff her head between her legs and locked her in. Reaching down, she locked the brat’s arms at her sides, then lifted her upside down and forced her knees down, making her ball up as she was suspended. From that point on, it was all a matter of putting trust in gravity. Maiden leaped up dropped to her knees, and drove Blade’s head into the canvas with all her weight behind it, hitting with a thunderous impact.

Beauty Ichigaya simply propped her elbow up on the apron and looked on, content to spectate. She'd waited years for this moment. What were a few more seconds?

Blade sputtered and coughed from what had been an effective but painful method of interrupting her tragic flashback, one where she could still remember seeing the pretentious blonde through half-lidded eyes placing her hefty boot on Blade's chest before wishing her "Bon Voyage~..."

The whole experience haunted her to this very day and was something that she genuinely replayed several times in her scruffy-haired head ad-nauseam. Coming back to Japan after all of these years helped repress those memories in what she thought was a concerted and successful effort for her to move on with her life. But with one sauntering entrance, it all came crashing back. And re-experiencing that day was still not as painful as what she figured was about to come.

"Ch-cheatin..shit..." Blade's groaning remarks being summarily stifled once her head was shoved right between Maiden's legs. She scrunched her face from having her head trapped like this before she all trussed up and made to hang upside down like some jabroni. The prospect of actually losing this match was dawning on her faster than the blood rushing to her head, but those thoughts along with all of her others would come to a stop once she was driven skull first into canvas. Her rebellious wriggling a mere afterthought as the punkish high-flyer briefly blacked out with her butt in the air while muttering weakly into her own boobs.

Blade’s protests fell on deaf ears, as Maiden didn’t take a single drop of shame from her victory. She hadn’t cheated by any real definition of the word. The mistake was solely on Blade’s part - she had dropped her guard, turned her back on an opponent, and paid the price for her inattention. Maiden merely did what any true competitor would do.

With her foe stunned, she went about bringing the match to its rather inglorious end. After letting Blade’s butt flop to the floor, she reached over, grabbed the handcuffs, rolled her foe over, and…

Click, click

Just like that, it was over. With the handcuffs securing Blade’s hands behind her back, the referee called for the bell, awarding Maiden her first victory in the AFW. She took a moment to sigh, reveling in her victory, and then she looked up at the woman casting a shadow over her: Beauty Ichigaya.

Beauty had sauntered her way into the ring as Maiden finished the match, and now she stood there in all her glory. One hand on her hip, the other tapping her chin, as she watched over her fellow Wrestle Angels. She looked at Maiden in particular, as if wondering what she might do. They both knew what she was here for, after all. Everyone did. Would Maiden stand in her way or help her along?

Neither. Maiden merely stood up, dusted off her skirt, and proceeded to walk out of the ring, not caring what happened to Blade from this point on. She didn’t have nearly enough animosity towards Blade to warrant her participation beyond the match, but she wasn’t about to defend the brat, either. She was on her own.

Alone.

Vulnerable.

With Beauty Ichigaya.

The blonde gave Maiden one final parting glance over her shoulder, before turning back around and putting all of her focus on Blade. While she’d planned to do this at some point, she congratulated herself on having patience. It had truly paid off. Not only would she get another chance to play with her favorite toy once again, but the little punk wouldn’t even be able to fight back. Perfect.

Well, almost perfect. It wouldn’t be any fun if Blade wasn’t completely aware of what was about to happen to her. Easy fix. ”Blade. Blaaaaaaaaaaade.” Beauty knelt, yanked her head up by the hair with one hand, and gave her a few stiff slaps in the face with the other. Through it all, her voice stayed honey-sweet, like a mother waking up her child for school. ”Don’t try and play dead with me, Blade. I know from experience that you can take much, much more than that and get back up. You know I know. You are in so many ways like a cockroach.”

Perhaps the one saving grace to this colossal train wreck of a conclusion was that Blade wouldn't be coherent enough to experience much of any of it. The humiliation of being bundled up into a nice, tidy ball with her backside in the air...the cold, sterile feel of the stainless steel clicking around her wrists...or the sickening knowledge that she had just practically gifted this match away to the snooty handmaiden. Misaki hadn't so much as earned her victory, as Blade had earned this defeat. She was the one who had this match all sewn up, and she was the one who let it all slip through her fingers.

"Mna...wha..." Blade mumbled and groaned in an uncharacteristically soft, delicate, and daresay feminine inflection as her eyes began fluttering open. She immediately flinched as she awoke to the stinging pain in her cheeks and scalp, her vision clearing up remarkably fast as she gazed upward towards the buxom blonde and her motherly tone of voice. Her voice was as sweet as candy-apple but it stirred nothing but bitter feelings in the incensed high-flyer.

"Y-You...You...You are just a plague on my life, you know that?!" Blade snarled with seething hatred while glaring defiantly upward at Beauty. She squirmed and wriggled but was ultimately incapable of even shuffling back up to her knees. Beauty being proven right in her assumption that Blade still had life in her, even moreso considering her dawning realization that she had just lost the match in part thanks to this egotistical bane of her existence smiling down at her. Though her thrashing resistance was soon beginning to wane as the tolls of the match started to wear her down...

“...Tch...Th-the hell do you fucking want with me?!

Ah, there she was. Coming back to life like the little unkillable amoeba that she was. Beauty would’ve been truly disappointed if Maiden had managed to tear her apart that badly, but it seemed her worries, small as they were, were unfounded. There was still plenty of fire in those eyes to be stamped out and smothered.

Beauty’s smile grew as Blade spat out her pithy insults, looking up at her with equal amounts of fear and anger. It was almost exactly the look she’d pictured. Perfect.

”Oh, you know, nothing special.” She gave Blade a gentle pat on the face, one that would become much less gentle when Blade inevitably resisted. ”It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other, and I get nostalgic. So I thought I’d come out here and reminisce. ‘Shoot the shit’, like you’d probably say.’” Yes, she actually used air quotes. ”Oh, and powerbomb you a few times. For old time’s sake.”

She reached up and grabbed Blade by the hair, forcing her up to her knees and shoving that thick skull of hers between her legs. She immediately clamped down with her thighs, ensuring Blade stayed in place, furthering the dominance. ”Just in case you’re curious, Bomber and Panther aren’t in the building tonight. I checked.” She leaned forward and gave Blade a little pat on the butt. Not because she wanted to titillate, but because she knew it would enrage the brat all the more. ”It’s just you and I.”

And like that, the wait was over. She wrapped her arms around Blade’s waist, pulled her up on her shoulders, then hurled her back hard into the canvas with a standard powerbomb. A little something simple to kick it off.

In retrospect, Blade would realize just how stupid her question was. And how the answer was so blatantly obvious that it probably didn't even warrant an answer. Still, she had to give it up her towering blonde nemesis. Beauty could have been an actress with how convincing she was in making Blade thinking maybe...just maybe, Blade could have escaped her by now ritualistic post match beatdown.

But being a manipulative, condescending prick who maliciously toyed with her prey was just how Beauty rolled back in the old W.A. days. Blade remembering that part of Beauty all too late as her heart sank like a ten-ton boulder when she heard that powerbomb part, the Aerial Artist widening her eyes with a sort of, mic-dropping, time freezing stillness to the moment...

"Grahhdammit!!" Blade snarled and struggled as best she could but ultimately couldn't resist any of it. Not being unwillingly hauled back up to her feet, or having her scruffy-haired head shoved between Beauty's thighs.  The squeezing pressure on her noggin was one bit of nostalgia among many this night that Blade could have done without, as was the teasing softness of Beauty's plump backside on the back of her head. Blade just knew deep down that Beauty got off on this specific move like some type of power trip, and that unnerving knowledge along with with the patting of her backside all made her blush crimson before she was flipped up...and slammed down.

Blade jolted her legs up before collapsing over herself until she was moaning gibberish into the canvas. Several prolonged seconds of stillness passed on Blade's part before she began stubbornly motioning upward at an extremely stilted pace. Her backside was gradually lifting into the air as she barely started getting one knee under here, her eyes remaining sewn shut with her grumbling head never leaving the canvas...

Blade Uehara had the perfect body for powerbombing. Beauty wasn’t too keen on the idea of gods, but if one did exist, then she was certain that she - yes, she - had designed the body of Blade for the specific purpose of being powerbombed.

She was light, but not too light. Easy enough to be hefted up, but with enough weight to make it a good effort. Oh, and her body was solid, so she made a good impact when she came crashing down. More sound than you’d think. Most importantly, though, was her stubbornness. Where many wrestlers would’ve had the good sense to stay down, Blade would rise up as long as she had the energy to do so. She was too stubborn to stay down.

Or too stupid. Yes, that was more likely.

”Ah, that was a good one.” Beauty arched her back and stretched as Blade writhed about and started to rise. ”Still got it. What are you feeling next? Jacknife? Sitout?” She snapped her fingers as a sudden realization hit her. ”Ah, I’ve got it.”

Once more she grabbed Blade by the hair and lifted her up, pulling her head in between her legs. Once more she lifted her up onto her shoulders. This time, however, Beauty threw Blade off her shoulders, hurling her hard to the center of the ring with a mighty toss, getting some decent altitude on the move.

Sometimes having a relentless, never-say-die, fighter's spirit could actually just be a severe detriment. As was the case at this particular moment, when Blade began meagerly shuffling upwards when most people in her situation would have either played dead to hopefully trick Beauty into backing off...or would have been knocked unconscious by the momentous powerbomb anyway. But Blade was running solely on stubborn, ill-advised auto-pilot...the only voice she could hear being the one in her own head that was telling her to get back up...and that no one was going to rescue her this time.

Blade grimaced and felt that familiar shiver of dread up her spine from being hauled up and having her head once again trapped between Beauty's legs. Her own wobbly legs were barely standing steady and at times were even crossing over eachother as Blade wiggled left and right and panted deeply against the flexing milky white thighs. Blade wasn't feeling so much embarrassed, as she felt like an embarrassment. Weak, pathetic...all while Beauty basically reenacted their last match...power bomb for power bomb. With this last one pitching Blade off of Beauty's shoulders a good three feet before she was meteorically slammed dead center in the middle of the ring.

Blade's beaten body once again flipping over herself, but this time the extra hangtime and tremendous strength behind this powerbomb had Blade landing on her knees instead. Her dazed, lifeless eyes briefly gazing up at the towering blonde before she shuttered her eyes and flopped forward in what was her second time being slammed unconscious tonight. The nearby referee doing her best to stop Beauty with stern warnings being yelled at her while tugging on her arm. The vehemently booing audience making it clear what they thought about all of this too...

It was a glorious moment, really, and Beauty sincerely hoped someone would be posting pictures soon. The sight of Blade flying, totally helpless, landing in such an odd position, and the way she flopped forward, with her face landing just where Beauty managed to put her foot in time - it was moving stuff. Beauty Ichigaya looked every bit the queen she truly was.

The crowd disagreed, of course, but wrestling fans were a fickle lot.

”Beauty!” The referee dared to tug at her shoulder, becoming more of an irritation than anything else. ”Beauty, that’s enough!”

Beauty merely tossed her hair back and flashed her winning smile at the referee. ”Oh, I disagree. I have a new move I’d like to demonstrate to Blade before we part ways for the day, and she’s such a good volunteer.” There was a slight narrowing of her eyes, a slight edge in her voice. ”Unless, of course, you would rather take her place.”

To the referee’s credit, she looked like she was going to intervene for a moment, taking a step forward, until common sense got the better of her and she backed away. ”Good girl.” She spun about and placed her attention where it belonged. ”You made the right choice. The truth is, I would’ve powerbombed you both, anyway.”

Beauty hauled Blade up, this time shoving her head under her arms and keeping it there with a tight front facelook. It took some effort, since the little whelp could hardly stand, but she was strong enough to manage it for the time being. ”Now, this one, I’m calling my Neo Beauty Bomb. A new variation on an old classic. Tell me what you think.” Beauty spread her legs, preparing for the lift. ”Assuming you’re still conscious after. Naturally.”

With her grip locked tight, Beauty lifted Blade into the air, holding her aloft in the telltale, ramrod position of a vertical suplex. She held it for a few moments, too, taking the time to show off her improved strength, put her full might on display, and let the blood rush to Blade’s head.

Holding.

Holding…

Out of nowhere, Beauty kicked her legs out, released the hold, and dropped Blade to the mat in the traditional powerbomb position, coming down in a sitout position to put even more force behind it than usual, making for her most devastating impact yet.

Blade was only getting snippets of what was transpiring all around her as she flirted between dizzily conscience and outright kayoed. She muttered and mumbled into the ring after two consecutive powerbombs from someone who had practically innovated the horrendously world-shattering maneuver, and someone who had an almost sensual obsession with seeing Blade succumb to each and every one.

Blade couldn't think straight and had never been rendered more helpless in her entire career...outside from the last time she and Beauty were in the same ring. Blade was feeling sick in her stomach from being forced to relive her greatest failure all over again, and it was a nightmare that wasn't even over yet as she was hauled right back up to her feet.

"Huughhh...." Blade sagged limply after being snugly trapped by Beauty's side headlock, her wobbly legs barely finding the canvas beneath her as it became readily apparent that it was only Ichigaya's muscled, flexing arm keeping Blade upright. Blade scrunched her face and steeled herself for whatever was to come, by now recognizing that whenever she felt Beauty's smooth skin and her rock hard muscles around her head..nothing good was going to come after.

A sudden sense of weightlessness overcame her as Blade found herself upside down and stiffened straight. Flashing cameras captured the dominant display of strength that lasted longer...and longer...and longer. Seconds ticking off of Beauty's display of her monstrous strength before she let the hammer drop by powerbombing Blade straight down from her vertical suplex position. Blade herself finally succumbing to that aforementioned "outright unconsciousness" while splayed out between Beauty's thighs. Blade's own legs lay draped over Beauty's shoulders in her utterly destroyed state, her head tilted to the side while she breathrd softly out the side of her mouth. Not many knowing this, but Blade appeared quite angelic when she was sleeping and wasn't allowing her vulgar, wise-talking personality to shatter that imagery.