Chisato Sakurai vs Blade Uehara

Rolling on the mat with her hands on her face, Chisato's eyes winched in pain as she held her face from the two knees impaling themselves into it as she heard Blade bark down at her, like she was reprimanding a child. Chisato's response was an angry growl, being talked down to when she was already in a enraged state was doing nothing for her mental state as her hair was taken a hold of, pulling her off of the mat and dragged to her feet before being locked into a headlock.

The pressure sunk in onto her head as the arm ensnared her head, squeezing more and more as Chisato growled out as she reached out, pushing on Blade's hips to try to force some distance. But she wasn't getting much of it as she was pulled back, watching Blade moonwalk of all things! Was this a joke? Was Blade making fun of her? There wasn't any other explanation that Chisato could think of as more and more frustration boiled over in Chisato before she was snapped forward, dropped right into the mat with the DDT as she flopped onto her back, once again grasping at her head!

Why, that'd be a resounding Oh Hell Yeah to both of Chisato's burning questions. Although Blade would sweeten that response by adding that Chisato was the only actual joke around here. The Okinawan's penchant for burrowing under someone's skin and taking up residence there not having dimmed in the slightest as she flaunted her bitchin dance moves with a bit of a swivel to her hips to a cheering pop from the audience before tacking on the substance after showing off her style in a booming DDT. Implanting Chisato's crown into the canvas and perhaps giving her a bigger headache than the one she was wrestling with. Blade nimbly kipping up before once again arching down over her new bestest buddy.

"Heh...Tell ya what, Green? Maybe if you apologize for being an uptight bitch, I can see it in my heart to forgive you and teach you some fly dance moves...after I'm finished beating that ass of yours, of course~..." Blade sneered down at Chisato with a punkish smirk and her balled fists propped on her hips before taking some steps back. She'd need the extra space to come striding back towards her writhing adversary before somersaulting over herself in her acrobatic leg-drop known as Down Time.

Chisato was grasping at her head, writhing on the ground as Blade rose to her feet as she heard the crowd cheer for her. Normally Chisato wouldn't have cared much about who the audience chose to cheer or not, but tonight she was exceptionally sensitive and everything seemed to get underneath her skin, boiling her blood underneath as she laid on the ground. She saw Blade get to her feet, kippign up as she was making a show at Chisato's expense as she saw the distance growing between them.

"Tch!" was Chisato only response to Blade's 'mercy' of wanting an apology, like hell she wanted anything to do with adding such over dramatic moves to her style. Expecting something from Blade, when Chisato saw her opponent elevate up, flipping over, and stretched her leg out, Chisato quickly responded by bringing up her arms, pointing her elbows upwards as she tried to make a point for Blade's leg to crash down on to try and turn the move against her!

Blade had hoped some of the starch had been taken out Chisato's sails after having twice now been knocked loopy via the consecutive head dunks. She's known wrestlers to sometimes settle down from being a short-tempered sourpuss after having been worked over some, and this lady definitely looks like she was overdue for a therapeutic ass whopping by yours truly. How anyone walks around with that much bitter resentment was beyond The Okinawan...

But for now she intended to keep the crowd fueled momentum on her side by backpedaling a little bit to add a bit of gymnastic flair to her next maneuver by cartwheeling over and, regrettably, only making contact with the pointy ends of Chisato's elbow's. Blade belting out a pained yelp before tossing herself to the side and scrambling up to her feet, but in a hobbled stance that had her favoring her afflicted leg by not putting much weight on it. She'd grit her teeth and started massaging the back of her thigh after shuffling ahead until she could clamp onto the nearby top rope.

The harden point of her elbows did their job in letting themselves impale up into Blade's leg, forcing the over zealous Okinawan off as she tended to her leg. Chisato rolled to her feet as she locked her eyes on the leg, knowing that was the best target to go for as she got to her feet, stalking behind Blade to keep out of vision and find the perfect angle to attack from as she used the ropes to stay on her feet.

Bitterness and anger welled in Blade, her words regarding her former rival and her antics swirling around in her head as her face was anything but stoic, twisted with rage as she raced forward at Blade from behind, attempting to punt behind the wounded leg to chop Blade down to the mat!

*Well that was just peachy f**king keen...* Blade stewed and grumbled while tenderly kneading the back of her thigh, knowing she'd be having trouble sitting down for a day or two after that royal blunder. Sheesh...why couldn't have Chisato just rolled out of the freaking way like a normal human being? Instead she just had to point her elbows up and still somewhat be on the receiving end of the maneuver so long as she could make the leg-drop more irksome for Blade than for her. Anyway...Blade was beginning to get feeling back in her leg, enough to start standing upright without the rope's assistance...before she'd have the same leg kicked out from under her with a thunderous strike that had her toppling backward. She cringed and caressed her leg, but would this time make some distance between them by rolling under the bottom rope to a stilted stance and march towards the fan barricade.

The loud crack of flesh on flesh rang out as Chisato's leg smashed into the back of Blade's leg, cutting out Blade's support from underneath her and sent her down onto the mat. She chose to take a breather outside, rolling out of the ring to create plenty of distance between her and Chisato. The vengeful Chisato looked with disdain at the Okinawan outside, hobbling around on a foot as she tried to regain her balance.

But Chisato wasn't going to let her rest in peace as she quickly rolled out of the ring on the adjacent side.

With a running start she would race around the corner to gain as much momentum and speed as she could with her eyes firmly locked on Blade as she would leap into the air, twisting her body to the right before flinging all of it at Blade to nail with a flying forearm!

Blade swallowed her pride and opted to take a tactical and rolling retreat by ducking underneath the bottom ropes and hobbling towards the barricade, biting her lips and flinching from trying to stretch out her afflicted leg. Throughout the pangs of spiked pain, Blade was eventually starting to get feeling back into it. The Aerial Artist gingerly beginning to move and walk regularly before Chisato ruined that feel good moment by barreling in from behind her and blindsiding Blade with a thwacking flying forearm, clobbering her into a crumpled state onto the floor as she massaged the back of her head. Fans at ringside booing Chisato vehemently with thumbs down for dishonorably and constantly attacking Blade from behind...

The attack from behind was something that the fans were not appreciative of and they let Chisato know it as they started to rain down boos on her. Normally the stoic wrestler wouldn't have let it get to her, but today was a little different. Being right up to the fans with them booing and thumbsing her down this close made it much more difficult to ignore when she was just trying to get a win that has eluded her for so long and here they were booing her for it. Rage swept over her face, how dare the fans boo her for wanting to win. She wanted to lash out at the fans for their ignorance but she soon whipped her to the downed Blade having a perfectly accepted scapegoat at her disposal.

Standing over Blade, Chisato grabbed onto the barricade as she used it as a balance to unload a furious assault on Blade, stomping and kicking away at the Okinawan and refusing to give her a chance to defend herself while inside the referee began to count to ten, signaling the wrestlers to get back into the ring before risking a count out. But Chisato was too focused on hurting Blade to notice.

Why Blade could have absolutely explained to Chisato why she was suddenly being booed, heckled, and down thumbed with such vehement disapproval. The Okinawan would surmise that it may have to do with the submissioninst being a blindsiding, backstabbing, and spiteful curmudgeon who couldn't wrestle her way out of a paper bag. Alright that last part was just thrown in their for flavor, but it was an opinion Blade was intent on labeling upon her until she'd finally decided to quit bushwhacking her from out of nowhere all the goddamn time. Although it seemed that it was an opinion that Chisato was only going to validate further once she'd started reenacting freaking STOMP right on top of her. Blade puffing her cheeks with widened eyes and spastic coughing from the first kick being plowed right into her breadbasket before ultimately turtling up to defend herself, jerking and twitching with every stomp...and only earning more of the fan's virulent disdain along the way, btw.