Chisato Sakurai vs Blade Uehara

The fans' boos only intensified as Chisato's assault continued, only angering the vengeful and spiteful wrestler as her stomping increased, stomping on the head and chest of her opponent. Focused on delivering the hurt to the Okinawan, reaching down to grab her by her short hairs, pulling her off of the ground and shoving her against the barricade. Anger continued to drive Chisato forward as she grabbed on to Blade's head as she whipped her vision towards the ring, digging her feet into the ground before exploding towards the ring, pulling Blade with her as she tried to whip her into the apron

Under more normal circumstances, Blade would be totally appreciative for all the rallying fan support and booing condemnation of Chisato's unscrupulous dickishness...but the Okinawan was fairly confident that all they were doing was making her adversary that much more ticked off. And Blade was feeling the results of that inflamed temper with every stamping stomp until she'd start seething from feeling her scruffy hair tugged on, her hands patting on Chisato's legs throughout the ascension until she was forcefully propped against the barricade before being whipped back towards the ring apron. Except that in one nimble leap, Blade would land her feet atop the ring apron in a bit of a hunched squat, before springing herself backwards in an attempted moonsault splash right back at the green-haired psycho.

Chisato whipped Blade towards the apron, expecting her to crash against it in a painful and violent collision as she threw all of her body weight into launching the Okinawan, that she spun around to ensure that she generated the most velocity possible. She took her eyes off of Blade for a split second because of this, turning back towards to look at the results of her actions. However, there was no collision. If fact, she saw Blade flipping back off of the apron, having been able to turn Chisato's forced momentum back on her as she came crashing down on the vengeful wrestler!

Chisato had little time to recover or even defend herself as Blade came crashing down on her, her full body weight and momentum crashing down on top of her was too much for Chisato to endure as she went crashing into the sub-optimal protective layering of the mats in a heap!

In general, those who have squared off with Blade in the past have learned, the distinctly painful way, that it was not the best of ideas to propel the Okinawan at an accelerated speed while on her feet. A natural high-flyer like her did her best work when the wind was in her hair and she needed to make lightning fast decisions on the fly. Those were the best opportunities for her to turn a match around, given her swift-footed agility and daredevil propensity.

Hence why Chisato ended up being splashed down upon by her adversary flying through the air, Blade herself springing back up to her feet and into a backwards stumble against the barricades. She slung her arms over the border behind her to take a momentary reprieve as fans patted her arms and shoulders. Blade shirking them off with a huff before approaching Chisato, reaching down to yank on her emerald locks and haul her up to her feet. Escorting her to back inside the ring by tucking her underneath the bottom rope, but not without first bashing her face onto the ring apron for good measure.

Her opponent's speed and agility was getting the best of Chisato, the Okinawan managing to turn a dangerous situation into a beneficial one in one fell swoop as she came crashing down onto Chisato. The green haired wrestler crumpled to the mat with the body of the athletic woman baring down on her as she let out a loud groan of pain. Dazed with the back of her head hitting the mat and the air knocked out of her on collision as she was left staggered on the floor. It didn't take long for Blade to go back on the offensive, grabbing and plucking Chisato off of the floor and hauling UP to her feet.

Staggered and unbalanced, Chisato couldn't find her bearings quick enough before being thrown face first into the hard ring apron. Her head recoiled off of the edge of the ring as she spun around, rolling down and away from Blade as her arms latched onto the apron to keep her upright as her head was thrown into disarray, easily allowing Blade to roll her into the ring! Rolling on the mat, she stopped on her back, eyes disorganized and trying to make sense of what just happened!

"...the hell in there, ya green haired troll..." Blade was no kinder with her words than with her hands after pitching Chisato's head backward before slam-dunking her face against the ring apron, afterward tuck and rolling the spiteful submissionist back inside the ring by clamping on to her pony-tail and the waist of her wrestling outfit. None of her searing animosity towards her adversary having diluted in the slightest, although she'd willingly admit that plastering this contemptible shrew's ugly mug right off of the hardened surface was starting to make her feel just oodles better. Blade eager to see just how satisfying it'd feel once she'd really start getting into her flow...

The Aerial Artist started climbing up into the apron herself with every intention of showcasing the high-flying skillz that earned her that renowned nickname in the first place, although she'd wait until Chisato came to a stop and started counting the headlights above. Blade tightened her dual-handed grips onto the top ropes and with a light-footed spring in her step, vaulted up until she was now balancing precipitously on to the threaded rope. At first crouched before standing tall and leaping down head first, but tucking her neck inward so the broad side off her back would pancake Chisato's chest in a flipping senton with Blade crawling back over and applying a pin attempt as best she can afterwards.

Groaning and moaning as she tried to get her breath back into her, Chisato laid on the mat as Blade prepared for her next move, flipping over the ropes and landing back first on to Chisato chest! Her breasts squished down underneath the hard landing of Blade's full weight smashing down on her as cried out again, all the air she had recovered shooting out of her again! With little time to recover, Blade laid on top of her as she went for a pin, putting Chisato in a tough position after a barrage of aerial movements!

"ONE!"

Taking to the sky was as natural to the Aerial Artist as breathing, but it was her prone opponents who were typically left utterly breathless after she'd come splashing down upon them. Blade leveraging herself into the curled-up pin attempt that had her back mushed against Chisato's breasts while she had her legs hooked. She bobbed her head rhythmically with every slap of the referee's hand against the canvas, who'd by now was on the cusp of getting Blade the three count and adding an embarrassingly quick loss to Chisato's W/L record.

"TWO!!"

The thought of adding another humiliating loss on her record shot through Chisato's mind, refusing to be stuck in this limbo of repeated losses as she shot her arm and shoulder off of the mat, kicking her legs up for the most leverage she could generate in trying to free herself from the pin. Breaking the pin she would immediately roll on her stomach, gasping for air as panic filled her body with coming so close to losing again.