[FWC] Lee Seong-ji vs. Heather Sunderland

Standard Match
Win by Submission, Pinfall, or KO



Outrageous. Simply outrageous. Japan. This city. This federation. These people. All of it. She had only been here for a few scant days, no more than a week, and she already felt like she couldn't bear another.

Everything about this place was so disorderly, so frivolous, so disjointed. The people went about their miserable little lives, bustling about like ants on a hill when the rain came down, forming a seething mass, writhing about in the cramped space. And the federation itself was a testament to everything that was wrong about this world - matches that made a mockery of the art of combat. Hentai matches? Fighting in jello? Giant cakes? Kawaii? All for the amusement of a perverted audience. Disgraceful. Beyond disgraceful.

And Seong was assigned to take part in it. She wasn't particularly religious, but some part of her wondered if a god of some sort did, indeed exist...and was extremely displeased with her, for some reason.

As the music of her home country blared out, Seong made her way to the ring, ignoring the chorus of boos that came from the audience, as if she had any reason to care what they thought about her presence here. As if she was here to please them. No, her goal was simple - to represent North Korea in the Friction World Cup, to bring back the prize and then cleanse herself of the grime as soon as possible. Anything else with accessory.

Her sole comfort in all of this was that her first match would be against an American, Heather Sunderland - a chance to spite one of her country's greatest aggressors by defeating one of its greater champions. A small boon, in the grand scheme, but she would take what she could find in this sordid debacle.

Indifferent to the whole spectacle, Seong moved to her corner and waited.

A standard match was always something that Heather found to be slightly boring, but when she found out about the girl that she was going up against, she couldn't help but get a little excited. She herself didn't really care for the whole Friction World Cup thing, but this girl seemed to take it pretty seriously, as well as seemingly bashing AFW for what was a good deal of it. It excited her to have the chance to put this girl in her place AND even maybe show just a slight hint of patriotism while she was at it.

After Seong made her entrance, Heather was next to come out. The lights would turn a dark blue as "Choir Jail" began to play over the speakers. The stage would fill with smoke as Heather crawled out into it, dressed in her purple fishnet top, black bikini underneath, black skirt, purple and black striped stockings and black boots. The paint on her face and arm glowed a bright purple from the lights as she would crawl down to about mid-ramp, met with her usual applause from the crowd at her entrance.

She got up to her feet, raising her hands in the air as pyro would shoot out from the entrance, putting a huge grin on Heather's face as she looked down at the girl in the ring. She ran down the ramp, sliding into the ring before going up to the middle rope, raising her hand in the air as Pyro shot down from the ceiling.

She leaped off the rope, turning to Seong as the lights turned back to normal, revealing her paint to be transparent in normal light. She would step up to the center of the ring, crossing her arms, that wide grin still on her face. "Hope you're ready to get your ass kicked tonight, cause I'll be making sure you'll be kissing mine before the night is over."

Seong watched the entire entrance as if she'd seen a cockroach crawling down that ramp. In some ways, she felt she had.

She ignored the American's taunt for the time being - glib, devil-may-care, the product of a bankrupt society obsessed with gaudy fashion and overindulgence. It was expected. Instead, she focused on Sunderland's body, her eyes darting about as she sized the other woman up, taking her full measure.

Young and reckless - Seong had learned that from the research she had done on Heather, but even if she didn't, she would have been able to surmise as much by simply observing her outfit. Her form was well-suited for acrobatic feats, high-flying, but she had little talent for the more technical aspects - she was more about show than substance. Seong reasoned her strategy here would be simple - bide time, take what opportunities present themselves, wait for her to inevitably give an opening, then exploit it without hesitance.

After a long moment, she finally looked up at Heather, the smallest hint of a grin on her face as she stared her back, right as the bell rang - no need to speak. Silence did wonders in such situations, she found.

Heather narrowed her eyes as the girl offered her no response to her words. Trash talk was always one of her favorite things about the beginning of a match and this girl was robbing her of that. She just clicked her tongue, trying not to let it get to her as she sized up the girl in front of her, just as she was doing to her.

She wasn't one to be able to gauge someone's abilities just by looking at them, but Heather figured her usual ways of going about it would work. She just had to keep on her toes and use her speed and finesse to her advantage as much as she possibly could. She took a deep breath, nodding as the bell would ring, signifying the start of the match, and Heather wasn't goingto waste a single second in getting it underway.

Exploding from where she was standing just as the bell rung, Heather charged at the girl, leaping up in the air and twisting her body, attempting to break open the match with an enziguri aimed at her.

And, of course, Heather started off the match by simply going straight for her. No preamble, only the attack. So predictable, she might as well have written about it in advance.

"Hm."

Her kick was fast, Seong would offer her that much - impetuous, but not unskilled. The kicked sailed through the air, and Seong scarcely had time to raise her arm in defense, the head kick battering against her guard and staggering her to the side. Her look still placid, she retaliated in kind, lashing out with a mirror version of the same kick the moment Heather land, aimed at the same spot - sending a message, that she would not be outdone.

Heather clicked her tongue a bit as her kick only collided with Seong's arm. She had hoped her speed would catch her off guard, but that didn't seem to have worked. Heather quickly recovered herself after the kick only to see a similar one heading straight towards her.

Her eyes widened as she quickly ducked and rolled, avoiding that kick before getting back up onto her feet, shaking her head and grinning. "You're underestimating me..I can tell." She said, a slight glare in her eyes. "Stop, or you're going to regret it, trust me. I'm more than I look...trying to hit me with that I tried to hit you with, you're nuts." She said, crouching down a bit, wanting to see her come at her now instead.

Talking when she should be fighting. An American, through and through.

Her dodge had been quick, quicker than Seong had managed with the same attack - there was a speed advantage, yes, but it could be overcome. As Seong stepped forward, her body swayed along, mimicking the movements of a winding snake, her steps moving from side to side, practically slithering across the ring - then lashing out the moment she brought herself into range.

She threw a feint with one hand to distract, thrusting high, then coming at her more fiercely with the real attack - a low kick, targeting Heather's knee. That would be the focus of her assault; disabling Heather's movement would wreck havok with her entire style, she wagered.

Heather just sighed and shook her head, she should have known that she wouldn't respond to her at all. She just refocused herself as she would watch the girl approach her like that, her body swaying with her movements. Heather tried her best to keep her eyes on her, not wanting to let the girl mess with her with her footwork before she brought herself in her range.

She would go to avoid t hat feint, ending up falling right for the actual attack. As the kick collided with her knee like that, Heather yelped out in pain, losing her balance as she would fall to one knee, groaning out, trying her best to push and roll away from her.

Seong almost laughed. Almost.

The first connected hit of the match was hers, and it was quite satisfying - she typically only favored strikes as a means of setting up holds, but striking the American brought with it a unique satisfaction, putting the silly girl on her back - a position she was no doubt familiar with.

As long as Heather was down there, she was in Seong's domain, and she would endeavor to keep her there for as long as possible. Reaching down and going for an ankle, she aims to employ her skill in jiu-jutsu - she tries to pull Heather's leg before she can roll away, wrap her own legs around the American's thigh, and apply an ankle lock, using her own weight to anchor the girl down - the grapevine variation of the move. Weaker than it would be from a standing position, true, but harder to escape from.

Heather grit her teeth as she was quickly trying to get away before she suddenly felt her ankle grabbed. Her eyes widened as she would be pulled right into that ankle lock, her leg locked in that grapevine like position as well, making it even harder for her to get away. "Guagh! Damnit! L-let go!"

Heather squirmed around, struggling and clawing against the mat as she would try to get away. She lifted up her other leg, frantically trying to kick and push at Seong, trying to do whatever she could to force her to let go.