Chizuru Nagahara vs. Blade Uehara - One More Reunion

“I want a selfie, Chizuru!”

“Me too, Chizuru!”

“Will you sign my shirt, Chizuru?!”

“Can I get a photo, Chizuru?!”

“Can you suplex me, Chizuru?!”

“Sure, sure! Not a problem! Thank you so much! Oh, did you want one too?” The German Suplex Girl appealed to the fanfare with all the flair and bravado one could expect from the ditziest wrestlers in the business. She winked and blew kisses. She jutted her hip out and cocked her head to the side with her tongue jutting playfully to the side. Competition was only just that in the loosest sense of the word when it came to Chizuru Nagahara. For her, the fans were just as much a part of the match as her opponent was. That was half the fun of wrestling, being able to make people happy.

A cheerful sentiment, but not one that was always shared among her peers.

She hadn’t forgotten about the woman she carried over her shoulders, but like most things, she just assumed her opponent was fine with whatever direction things went. Blade mumbled her discontent close enough to the German girl’s ear to hear it...but not quite enough to make out exactly what she said. The bit of confusion could be seen on Chizuru’s face when she finally stopped her posturing and quirked a brow to the Okinawan in the corner of her eye. “Hm?” Was that “selfie”? She said “selfie”, right? Oh! She must be feeling left out. So inconsiderate, Chizuru.

“Ahhhh~. I hear you, Blade. I hear you!” She said with a knowing smile over her shoulder before turning her head back to the audience. “Hey everyone! Blade wants to take a selfie too! Does anybody want one with her?” All at once, a cacophony of cheers broke out of over a sea of raised hands, stretching back a few rows. Chizuru retired back a step from the response, but puckered her lips disapprovingly and wagged her finger from between her grip on Blade’s thighs. “Hey, hey. You guys already got selfies!”

“Up here Chizuru-san! I want a selfie with Blade!” Shouted a fan from several rows back, a bit higher up on the incline of seats.

“Yeah, we all do!” Another chirped alongside him.

“Blade is super cool!”

Chizuru looked up at them blankly for a moment...then sprouted a massive grin. “Ha ha! Alright! Just make sure to give her back after!” The Suplex Master giggled as she adjusted her grip slightly, moving her hands to the underside of the Blade’s neck and tight caboose, lifting the aerialist high above her head. With one huff, then two, the petite powerhouse would hurl the Aerial Ace high into the stands towards the raised arms of raving fans...but with probably a bit too much velocity for any of them to catch her...

Oh...Blade wasn't going to be living this down anytime soon. And this delightful admission was coming from the same woman who had been powerbombed into oblivion by Beauty Ichigaya. Wherein the obnoxious blonde bimbo sat her plump, royal ass on Blade's face all just to make a lavishly posing spectacle out of sending the Aerial Artist practically packing into early retirement and out of her home country to boot. Welp, now there was a stern second place prize for the list of wrestling memories Blade could do without ever being mentioned again in her life. Which was being slung over and paraded around across Chizuru's shoulder in front of flashing cameras and her adoring public like she was some fashion model exhibiting the latest in vogue accessory.The scatterbrained suplex otaku striking adorable poses and winking flirtatiously with a seasoned W.A. veteran being rendered helpless and hung out to dry over her shoulders was the kind of statement that would garner Chizuru way more fan appeal and social media buzz...

...and don't ask her why...but Blade knew...she just knew...that the air-head suplex specialist wasn't even aware how embarrassing this was for Blade.

"grrgh...hate you...hate you all..." Blade mumbled and grumbled under her breath to Chizuru and all those goddamn buffoons in the audience encouraging all of this, the Aerial Artist grimacing from the electric shocks of pain coursing throughout her curved spine. Her breasts jutting out and attracting a perverted eye or twenty as her arms and legs limply struggled wherever they could as the unbearable pain became that much more-so...until she felt herself elevated up into the air like a sacrificial maiden being offered as tribute to the Goddess Of Stupidity down there. Blade winced one eye open to the brightened rooflights above, her brain starting to parse together just what Chizuru could possibly be thinking now before she was sent flying overhead!!!!...

...way overhead...

...as in...way over the heads of anyone she could have possibly been aiming for. Unless she was aiming for the emptied row of steel chairs. In which case, she hit her target perfectly. Blade yelping one bleeped out swear word before splashing down in cacophonous clanging of tipped over chairs, the Aerial artist tumbling over until she was splayed out and groaning underneath a few of those chairs...a brief pause taking place in the action...

"....Dude, move man!!!"

Though that didn't stop one fan from getting his stupid selfie. Blade blithering mumbles as he took his photo beside her and scurried off.

“Have fun! Remember to smile, Blade!” Chizuru rattled off some last-minute helpful bit of advice as she crossed her arms and watched her fellow Wrestle Angel sail away. There was a degree of self-satisfaction there. She’d always relished the chance to help people make friendships. It was something of a talent her mom always told her she’d had ever since she was a child, throwing kids at one another on the playground in a forced attempt to get people two friends to get along or to get one to stop bullying the other. She could see a bit of that now, in the way Blade sailed and crashed into a crowd of adoring fans that-

“Nagahara-san…”

The official's voice nearly made Chizuru jump, the woman already having stepped through the cracked barricade begrudgingly to stand beside the Suplex Savant. Her face was long and dark as she stared forward, seeing the wreck that was Blade Uehara so far away behind the rows of excited and constantly shifting patrons. “Oh! Yes? What is it?” Chizuru chirped up and turned on the spot, facing the referee with her adorably innocent smile and hands crossed over her lap. The woman didn’t look at her.

“Oh. Nothing. Nothing at all. Just hanging around. Enjoying the sights. Was thinking of grabbing some popcorn, pull up a chair. Might grab a drink too since I'm a little parched. But before I do that, I was hoping we could clear some things up. Now, this is a wrestling match, right?”

“Right!”

“Right. A wrestling match. Not a photo shoot.”

“Right.”

“Not an interview.”

“R-right...”

“Not some convention center meet-and-greet. A wrestling match.”

“...right.”

“And I am the referee of this wrestling match. You understand that?”

“I...do....”

“So, you see, when you fling Blade around like that...kind of makes it really hard for me to do my job.”

“I see.”

“Like...really hard.”

“I’m...I’m sorry.”

“Could you please bring her back here now?”

“Hai!”

In the blink of an eye, Chizuru rushed into the crowd, the referee burying a hand in her face as the German pushed her way through a zombie-like horde of clawing hands from freshly energized Chizuru nutjobs. It was just now dawning on her the negatives of hyping up a core fanbase like this when one was no longer behind the safety of a closed barricade - or mostly closed barricade until a few moments ago. It was like those horror movies she used to watch with Rei from underneath their shared blanket, constantly turning their heads away or screaming or stopping the movie altogether to answer the door from noise complaints.

However, after long and tireless efforts of relentless pushing, she finally managed to make her way to the impact site. As she approached, the last few fans still clamored around Blade’s struggling body and sneaking in whatever selfies and poses they could quickly scattered away. Without a second wasted, Chizuru reached down and threw one steel chair off of Blade. “Eh heh heh. Sorry about that, Blade. Think I got a little carried away. I’ll help you back to the ring, okay?” She spread her arms as wide as they could and scooped up the Aerial Artist right up against her, like a mother collecting her sleeping child from a long day at preschool.

Only, the embrace wouldn’t be nearly as endearing as Chizuru locked her hands tight together behind Blade’s back and started to squeeze, pushing her spine once again to the limit as the German Suplex Idiot made her way back over to the apron and through the barricade to get things properly underway again.

The fall itself was just a haze of rooflights whizzing by before Blade was sent careening into a few rows of uninhabited chairs, or at least they were uninhabited after the people sitting there decided they'd rather not be that much a part of the action. Blade herself not surprised at how much air time she got with that throw considering she has sort of honed her body to be perfectly aerodynamic, she just prefers it when she's taking flight under her own will and not as a human lawn dart for her opponent to chuck around.

Blade was never one to shy away from interacting with the fans. Well...unless they were hounding her for an autograph while she was scarfing down dinner at a restaurant...or referring to her by her real first name like they were buddy-buddy or something. Call it her surly disposition, but she just knew better than to placate the naturally creepy side of AFW's wrestling fanbase. There was just something about seeing a sweaty, middle-aged, obese wrestling geek eagerly purchasing her body pillow with lecherous eyes...it all just made her a tad apprehensive about going shoulder to shoulder for a picture with the dude. Well...now she'll have tons of opportunities to get uncomfortably close and personal with that aspect of her fanbase after being thrown to the proverbial lions...if those ferocious lions were basement-dwelling weirdos with wrestling merchandise and cell phone cameras instead of fangs and claws.

Blade wouldn't be seeing any of the photo's being taken of her until well after this match was over and they were already circulating online...but with any luck she won't be standing nearby anything valuable when she does come across them. Smirking selfies...faux headlocks...sometimes peace signs thrown up...though when she started feeling someone grabbing her ass, Blade starting stirring back to life with a clenched fist intent on!!!-...oh, she was being hauled up by Chizuru again. Blade peeking open her eyes from the consistent jostling that came with being hauled out of the depths of depraved geekdom to see it was only the Suplex Savant continuing her adorable manhandling of the Aerial veteran. Even as embarrassing as it was to be carried around like a napping child by a mollycoddling mother...it was still preferable to being left to fend for herself back there amidst groping hands and sleazy pervs.

Out of the corner of her gleaming eye, she did manage to spot something that would normally look delicious...but for now just may have been the key to her salvation. The nacho flavored key...A rather portly fan was dipping one of his nachos into into it's cheesy dip...and upon passing by him, Blade would sneakily help herself to the whole plate by snatching the greasy snack tray from the irate fan's hand, and than turn her head to stare at the back of Chizuru's noggin with her pony tail bobbing up and down.

"Say, Chizu....What would you say is your favorite snack when you have the munchies?" Blade's abrupt and rather random question about Chizu's junkfood eating habits wouldn't be allowed much time to answer, as after a few seconds Blade would lean back and pieface the cheese slathered food-tray right into her adorably innocent mug!!

Hm. Blade was a bit heavier than she remembered her being a minute ago.

That probably wasn’t all that important of a thought in grand scheme of things, but a lifetime of wrestling had taught her to pay attention to the seemingly minute details. Maybe it was because she decided to go with the bear hug instead of going over the shoulders. Maybe she was finally getting tired. Maybe deadweight was just heavier than someone with a bit of life in them.

Either way, it made the task of hauling the Aerial Ace back towards the ring all the more difficult. As she walked, she made sure to squeeze Blade a little bit tighter with each step, not wanting to let her slimmer competitor slip free form her grasp.

Though, it didn’t seem like Blade was all the fighting mood. The groans that were let out close to her ear were more than enough evidence of that. Her attempts at breaking free were a lot weaker than she knew they could be. Probably had something to do with getting thrown around like a ragdoll all over the arena. It was even kind of cute in a way. She heard a single lullaby off to the side that got a quick chuckle out of her. Wrestle Angels always had the best fans.

Her concentration was broken though by the question that Blade threw her way. She raised an eyebrow and cast her gaze off to the side. “Hm?” She didn't say anything for a second, and then giggled a bit. Why not get to know each other? “Well, my dearest Blade~. As my trusted confidant, I must inform you that I am quite impartial to a lovely TWINKEEEEEEE!”

Chizuru immediately unwrapped her arms, dropping Blade only a few feet from ringside, blinded completely by the gelatinous material overlapping her features. “Ahhhh! My face! It’s so delicious!” Chizuru spewed out randomly, something of a tick she’d had whenever her face was splotched with mud, water, jelly, or, in this case…delicious nacho cheese. Chizuru’s hands immediately went to her eyes, feverently wiping and licking away every bit of molten cheese she could manage from her face before it started clogging her pores.

Being hoisted up in Chizuru's arms was always a recipe for disaster, and essentially Step One in her cook book for Suplexing Shenanigans. Blade lost count of the number of times she had been chucked around by the suplex savant, but whatever the number was...it felt like twice that amount. But where there was once sheer terror and hair-raising unease from being in hoisted up into Chizu's clenching embrace, now there was a bit of silent resignation as she sagged limply in the ditzy wrestler's arms. Blade didn't know how she did it, but Chizuru somehow managed to make being bearhugged in her arms both undeniably terrifying but also...oddly soothing and comforting...probably came with the fact she was lugging Blade around like parent carrying around a child all tuckered out...

...this was all too weird. And embarrassing. As was Blade beginning to admit that Chizuru was about one good suplexing finisher away from doing an adorable victory dance while merrily lapping around the Aerial Artist's upside-down and grumbling carcass. Losing clean to the clumsiest member of the Three Idiots was regrettably looking to be another shameful blotch on Blade's wrestling record...at least until she saw her shimmering ray of hope in the form of chemically processed cheese and over-priced nachos. Her father always did teach her to be resourceful and use whatever tools at your disposal to get the job done. Advice that would be expected from a grizzly, strong-willed construction foreman...but that damn good advice nonetheless. Blade stumbling back a few steps after slapping the disgustingly delicious goop into Chizu's face, eventually standing upright but with both hands propped on her knees while she took a steady breather. With limited options from a body racked with aches and pains, Blade noodled an idea that might just get her out of this predicament. The Aerial Artist sauntering up to Chizu with a rascally sneer as she used her index finger to taste a bit of the cheese from her cheek...before scrunching her face and sticking her tongue out in disgust.

"Tch...that shit tastes weaker than your wrestling game, gurl. It's no wonder you like Twinkies, cause yo wrestling skills are S-A-W-F-T...SAWFT!!!" Blade sneered while literally spelling it out for Chizu, than giving her a thuggish shove to her shoulders to have her backpedal into the arms of some fans behind her. "Why don'tcha go back to egging Beauty Ichigaya's car...or using whoopie cushions on Mighty Yukiko, and stay in the kiddie pool while us professional's get the job done and get decked out in dat championship bling, ya poser!!!" Blade adding a gangster tone to her harsh words before turning in place and brushing off nonexistent dust on her shoulders, than taking a hipful stride back towards the ring. The riled up fans around Chizu stoking those inflammatory words with "ooohs" and "dayums".

"Oh that's cold!!!"

"You just gonna take that Chizuru-san?!?!"

Crackers! Somebody get her crackers!

Chizuru had vastly underestimated just how disorienting having cheesy condiments slapped in your face could be! Granted, she’d never had this happen to her before...in the wrestling ring, at least, but all the same, she didn’t think any amount of mental preparation could ready her for just how sticky nacho cheese could really be. How it just seemed to seep everywhere the more she wiped and wiped. All in her hair, behind her ears, up her nose…eugh. That was part of the reason she’d just taken to licking the stuff away if she could. At the very least, it was tasty.

Blade had her own opinions, though.

That was a bit of surprise for the Suplex Girl. She’d expected Blade to be setting up somewhere and taking advantage of the confusion, make Chizuru came to her. Instead, she was standing right in her face...with some very mean words instead of punches, though they hit just as hard.

Chizuru kept a strong face on, trying her best not to show it. She thought she’d been putting up a good fight so far. What was all of this for? Her eyebrows furrowed together as she frowned back at the Okinawan. All those comments were really uncalled for! “I’m not-!” Chizuru stumbled backward, nearly tripping over before her back was caught by the arms of her generous fans. Her thankfulness was short-lived before Blade finished her off with another round, dropping the figurative mic and Chizuru’s spirit along with it.

“Poser”. That line made her freeze for a moment after she stepped away from the barricade. The round of “oohs” surrounded her on all sides, making her flinch on the spot. Her stomach turned into a knot and, as quickly as the humiliation set in, a flash of anger took right over in its place. She stood upright with puffed cheeks as her body shook uncontrollably, her arms close to her sides and her hands curled into fists. Hell no, was she going to take that!

“O-oh yeah? Well, y-your face is…! I-I mean, your clothes are…! W-well, y-your hair is...nnnnghhh….rrrrgghhh….!” Words, for once, were starting to fail the suplexing idiot. Chizuru’s head dipped towards the floor and slowly raised a pair of shaking fists. She wasn’t normally one to get upset, but inch by inch the boiling water beneath started to bubble its way to the top, and with a fearsome roar as she raised her head to the ceiling, came shooting out all at once. Chizuru charged full speed ahead at the Okinawan punk with her hands outstretched in front of her, fully intending to seize Blade in her grasp once again and force her into a bearhug with twice the crushing power from last time!

*Leeeeft foot....Riight foot....hooboy....who knew walkin a straight line'd be so damn tough?*

Blade wearily thought to herself as she struggled not to come off as a drunken sailor, concentrating explicitly on standing upright and not faltering one iota. She'd wish she felt like this because of one too many cocktails or hard shots of tequila at a friend's party. Being drunk is more fun than this. Right now she was simply aching all over from being Chizuru's suplexing dummy for what felt like forever, a flinching expression and wobbly tremble to a few of her steps being clear evidence that Blade was going to need more time to walk off all of these nagging aches and pains. But for now she knew she had to keep up appearances, especially after a thuggish standoff like that where attitude and street credibility meant everything. Blade also earning her wrestling surname just from how deeply she could cut through someone's armor with that quick-witted and savage tongue of hers. Talking shit to get her opponent's riled up and off their game being an aspect of the wrestling business that she could safely, and proudly, say she was a genuine artiste~ at...

...but...right now she wasn't so proud of her silver-tongued gift.

Saying all those spiteful words to someone as naively innocent as Chizuru was like practically sticking a dagger into her own heart. She felt like she was crushing a child's hopes and dreams all while telling them Santa wasn't real. Of course she was lying right through her teeth about Chizuru's lackluster wrestling "skillz". The Suplex Savant probably none the wiser to how indomitable a spirit she has, how much of a challenge she's presenting...and how close she is to book-ending this match on a battered and wobbly legged veteran. Blade remembers in her rookie years being told similar cutting remarks because of her diminutive size...she just hoped Chizuru wouldn't wind up hating her guts for this one and would maybe take a Twinkee filled basket as an apology of sorts. But for know the plan was to get Chizuru all riled up and seeing crimson red to the point of charging straight at her with reckless abando-

"....aaand here she comes...."

As if on clockwork, Chizu's ferocious bellow clued Blade into the success of her plan as she peeked over her shoulder at the rage-fueled German train that was barreling down the tracks. Timed to perfection and with a spinning twist, Blade would narrowly avoid being once more ensnared in Chizu's crushing arms and would cup onto the back of her head. Providing a little more thrust into her opponent's fated reconnection with her old friend, the steel ringpost.

It wasn’t all that often that Chizuru got “mad”. She didn’t like calling it that, didn’t like to acknowledge the moments where she lost her calm and sweet demeanor and became more akin to a suplexing goddess of vengeance, but that’s sometimes what it came down to. It was rare to see it in her matches, especially, ever the good sportsman that she was, but there were those moments of weakness. Moments like when Toshimi kept cranking her cross lock on Rei long after she tapped, or like now, where one unwarranted insult after another hacked away her mental armor like butter.

The only real way she was able to reconcile was with the comfort that her fits went as quickly as they came. She didn’t like being angry, as it good as it could feel in the moment. She was just, as her teachers always told her parents whenever they were called in by the school, a very “spontaneous” girl. She wasn’t even one to hold a grudge for all that long. But when she got heated, there wasn’t much stopping the emotions that came bursting out. It was made all the worse that it was coming from Blade, a tried and true veteran that took on some of the strongest in Wrestle Angels. Someone that had seen nobodies like Chizuru come and go aplenty.

That’s when the dam broke loose.

She wasn’t even able to see two feet in front of her before she came charging straight at Blade. Partly because of the nacho cheese, partly because of the tunnel vision her mind had built up around her, narrowing only on the Okinawan within her crosshairs.

Until she suddenly disappeared. Chizuru’s eyes went wide as Blade had suddenly transformed into a corner post, and felt a hand at the back of her head pushing her towards it. Her feet were unable to stop themselves, and in the same instant she thought to yelp, a hollow ‘clang’ echoed across the arena. Chizuru slumped off to the side on wobbly feet, turning on the spot and looking out at nothing in particular as she went cross-eyed. A hazy outline of Blade appeared in front of her and, with a sloppy grin, she raised her finger to say something...only to fall flat on her face, limp and unresponsive.

Blade loves it when a plan comes together. The Aerial Artist taking an imaginary puff of smoke from her imaginary cigar as she watched the chipper suplexer take a deep header into the actual hardest part of the ring, and Blade wasn't talking about the ring apron. It was a swiftly nimble evasion that showcased how light on her feet Blade could be, but would have nevertheless meant suplexing doom for her had she been but a few inches off from getting entrapped in Chizuru's arms once again. Leaping through the air for a living with only a fifty-fifty chance of you landing safely meant taking these kinds of risks almost every match, so that wasn't what kinda bothered her. What did bother her was Blade's reliance on deceit, trickery, and cheesy nachos to make her comeback, and whether she would have even been able to get back into this match had the rules been that there were no rules. Blade wondered if Chizu had even contemplated that, the artist still pondering if Chizu was a grappling savant...or just a suplexing fan who loves Twinkees.

Blade scrunched her face and tensed her shoulders so as not to witness the clanging impact first hand, unfastening her eyes to see Chizu miraculously still standing!!! Blade gulped down with wide-eyed astonishment and put up her dukes at Chizu's inhuman endurance level. She was far tougher than she had been letting on!!! Blade's head now scrambling to come up with a plan for what the hell she was going to do to-

*SLUMP*

...oh, nevermind she fell. Blade breathing out an immense sigh of relief while slumping her fatigued carcass over to the point her where her hands were about knee level. All of that nervous weight dropping from her shoulders as she found herself back in control of the match after what seemed like an eternity of enduring suplexes. She was now adjusting her gameplan to do what needed to be done after finally regaining some traction...payback. In particular for Chizuru's wisecracking attempt at making a signature catchphrase at Blade's expense after she suplexed her through the goddamn barricade. Blade shooting her head up with a smarmy grin and a straitened posture before taking a thuggish strut over towards the faceplanted frame of her Chizuru. The Aerial Artist throwing up gang signs with a gangster lip curl off the side of her mouth. "HAH!!! How's that, Chizu?! You just got Blade'dohhhhuhhhh...that...sounded better in my head..."

...Marketing probably wasn't going to make much use out of that one. Blade than dropping the act with an exasperated sigh and reached down to haul the German back to her feet by her tights and pony-tailed hair, grumbling to herself about the failure of that non-PG catchphrase as she rolled and tumbled Chizuru inside the ring under the bottom ropes. Blade kicking herself about how lame that attempt was as she climbed up the ring apron and clamped onto the top rope, getting her back into the match as she pulled back on the rope to help her do a vaulting leap on top of it. A brief balancing act taking place to the audience's wide-eyed awe before she jumped off and went into a spiraling descent on her side as if it was nothing for an attempted corkscrew elbow drop onto Chizuru's stomach.