[Ewing Winters] vs Grace Fatsumoto

[The Number Three]

They say in the moments leading up to your death, that your life flashes before your eyes. It was lucky for Grace, who was only 18, that there was not much life to flash through; because, from the moment Ewing started dropping her, to the moment Grace impacted the mat, there was not enough time for a long one. Grace felt herself falling, but even more so she felt the impact into the mat throughout her entire body. It was lucky that her breath escaped her during the drop otherwise her lungs might have exploded from the pressure, her vision was a haze of flashing colored lights and unfocused movements.

The official was quick on the count once Ewing planted her hands on Grace's chest.

"1.." The slap of the official's hand was muffled.. her instincts screaming at her were drowned out by the ringing echo of the impact.

"2..." Grace tilted her head toward that muffled slap, and recognized the black and white unfocused blue. The movement of a hand rising up and then coming back down, fear and panic gripped her. Training took over.

Grace, without thinking about what she was doing, threw a thumbs up into the air breaking contact with the mat, and the official waved the count away as the audience roared with excitement. It was clear they had not been expecting as exciting a match as they were apparently getting.

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The kickout from Grace was probably one of the least expected things that Ewing could have experienced after that powerbomb. It wasn't her finisher, sure...but such a move SHOULD have been enough to put a woman away, Ewing most certainly believed that. There was no explanation she could think of other than Grace's body somehow convulsing from all the pain to the point where it resulted in a kick out. Sort of like when you salt to some freshly cut meat, or something like that. Ewing shoved the downed Grace away, getting up to her feet slowly to begin shouting at the ref. She grabbed him by the shirt, tell him that if he keeps up his garbage officiating that she would be getting her hands on a man in this ring tonight -- him! This would provide ample opportunity for Grace to recover, and perhaps she was, as suddenly a cacophony of cheers and hollering came from the crowd as a scene unfolded behind Miss. Winters.  

[The Number Three]

Arguing with the official was the worst mistake Ewing had made this far, more so even than underestimating Grace. The younger wrestler was nearly beaten. If Ewing had even just gone for an immediate cover right after, Grace might not have had the wherewithal to kick out again.

Unfortunatly, her frustration and temper got the best of her, and Grace was able to shake herself out of the stupor that the powerbomb had put her in. The audience noticed as she sat up and looked around, moving gingerly since her back was still quite unhappy about hitting the mat so hard. Needing to make some distance so that Ewing wouldn't just turn around and grab her again, Grace did what any underdog would do. She rolled out of the ring.

Grace hit the padding on the floor and used the apron to help stand back up. Once upright, Grace found that she was starting to recover quicker. She backed away from the ring and bounced on her feet a bit, watching as Ewing took notice of the crowds reaction and started searching for her.

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Ewing would finally let go off the ref after his threats to end the match finally made their way through her thick head -- but the crowd reactions were most certainly suspect. She turned around quickly expecting to be kicked in the head or jump into or something like that...but instead found nothing? Really? Where the hell was Grace? Winters would search the turnbuckles like an idiot, thinking maybe, somehow, Fatsumoto had hidden behind a post or something...but no. There was nothing. What the hell? It was like...everywhere she looked, there was no Grace.

However, perhaps either because she was LITERALLY blinded by rage or maybe just was a little slow on the up-take...she completely ignored the fact that Grace was indeed standing at ringside, blending in so well at her height and with her attire against the backdrop of the crowd that Ewing missed her. What would this mean as Ewing would back up towards the side of the ring that her opponent was standing on?  

[The Number Three]

Grace couldn't believe what she was seeing, somehow she'd managed to stay hidden, by standing still. It worked out better than she could have expected because it seemed, in her panic, that Ewing had backed up to the ropes nearest Grace. If there was one lesson he teachers in Japan had drilled into her, it was to capitalize. Grace moved forward and reached into the ring to grab Ewing's ankles. Taking no chances, having already seen the strength of Ewing's foundation, Grace planted one leg against the supports under the apron and heaved with all her might! She yanked Ewing's legs out from under her at the exact moment the larger woman felt her hands, and it took all of her strength to do.

As Ewing fell forward, Grace shot upwards onto the apron, and kept going up; climbing the ropes like they were a step ladder. She reached the top rope and balanced just enough to bounce and leap forward off of the ropes. She pulled her knees up to her chest and curled into a ball dropping towards Ewing. This was a move she'd modified for her size, the cannonball senton. She screamed loud enough for the ringside cameras to pick up,

"Bonssssaiii!!!"

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Ewing slammed down on the mat hard, completely unprepared to get dropped. She didn't have much time to react once her ankle was yanked on, Grace really got the upper hand here and it was all thanks to her ability to camouflage herself like some sort of a lizard. Grace then climbed right back onto the apron, heading up onto to the top rope in a less graceful way than Manami Toyota would, and leaped with yet another springboard move! Ewing had flipped off her back and onto her stomach into an unintentionally perfect position for Grace's senton to connect, knocking every ounce of air out of her body and sending her into a state of shock as it finally hit her: holy s**t, wrestling women is the single most aggravating thing anyone could ever do.  

[The Number Three]

Landing on Ewing was not much better than landing on the mat. Sure she'd blasted the wind out of her opponent and landed a serious impact, but she felt it through her body as well. Luckily for her, being smaller had some advantages. She rolled off and pushed herself back up to her feet, she couldn't help but look around as the fans were going crazy for what they'd just seen.

Grace threw both arms into the air, giving the entire arena her thumbs up. They already cheering fans popped, and that gave Grace some energy. She reached down and grabbed her opponent by the sides of her head. Sure she could have tugged on Ewing's hair, but that seemed too disrespectful, even if Ewing deserved it.

If Grace could get Ewing to her feet, shed whip her towards a turnbuckle so that Grace could set her opponent up for a finisher she was working on.

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Ewing was brought back to her feet, honestly quite lucky there was no pinfall attempt because with the total lack of oxygen in her body she was unsure she'd have been able to kick out in the moment. She sucked in as much air as she could as Grace brought her back up to her feet slowly, trying her best to devise some sort of a plan to prevent her opponent from anymore crazy diving shenanigans. The fans in the arena probably didn't think they'd be seeing any sort of car crash occur in a match between two new signees, but that is exactly what they'd be getting as going 0 to 100 was on the agenda and Grace was slamming all her weight down on the gas. Ewing was whipped into the turnbuckle, hooking both her arms on to the top ropes to keep from dropping right into a seated position on the ground. Her price to pay for treating others with the same misogyny she had endured during her career would be to potentially suffer an absolutely devastating loss in a mere matter of moments from now!  

[The Number Three]

Grace swore inwardly to herself when Ewing managed to turn herself and hit the turnbuckle back first. It saved her from a backbreaking finisher. Grace wasn't without options however. She turned and backed across the ring to the other turnbuckle.

Giving herself a short headstart, Grace sprinted into a forward handspring, flipping over and over across the ring, each rotation building speed until just before she reached her opponent. At her final flip she leaped up into the air flying at Ewing to try and smash her into the turnbuckle.

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Grace's handspringing sure looked impressive, that couldn't be denied. Ewing looked through her hair at her opponent coming towards her and couldn't help but think...boy, if I don't end this match very soon, hell very well will be freezing over. Grace's move connected with Ewing Winters', causing her to flop forward onto the ground on her stomach out of the turnbuckle. She laid motionless, trying her best to get any and all air into her body and cycling before any more damage was done. What a roller coaster this was, if nothing else, maybe Grace was earning just an ounce of respect from Apple Valley's Favorite Daughter. Maybe. Probably not, though.  

[The Number Three]

Now was her opportunity, Ewing had collapsed like a heap on the mat, the crowd was behind her entirely. She could have just rolled Ewing over and gone for a pin attempt. She probably should have, but, Ewing had been rude and disrespectful the entire match. Rather than trying to pin Ewing, Grace jumped onto her lower back, reaching to wrap her hands around the front of Ewing's throat and chin. If she was able to lock her hands in, Grace would yank back and apply as much torque as she could to Ewing's neck and back. It seemed she was intent on making Ewing tap out.

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It wasn't long before Ewing found herself locked in submission maneuver on her stomach -- and good lord do it hurt. She coughed and choked out grunts, refusing to tap out right away...but if she didn't get out of this quick, it was all over. Thankfully though, her opponent made one miscalculation -- Ewing landed incredibly close to the ropes when she fell out of the corner. It wouldn't take too much for her to begin crawling slowly with Grace on top of her, much to the surprise of the crowd who thought she was definitely beat. The ropes were suddenly within Ewing's grasp and she managed to get her finger tips around the bottom, making it easier for her to pull into them. The ref began to count, demanding that Grace release the hold or be DQ'd!  

[The Number Three]

Grace peeled back as hard as she could, fighting Ewing the entire way as the woman turned herself towards and then grabbed the ropes. Grace cursed her enthusiasm, realizing she hadn't bound up Ewing's arms over her thighs. She was taught better, if any of her mentors were watching she knew she'd be getting scolded later.

When the official confirmed the rope break Grace let go immediately, she could have held on for a few extra seconds, a tactic someone like Ewing would have used to her full advantage, but being young and idealistic, Grace wouldn't act so dastardly. Releasing Ewing, she stood up and backed away to the other side of the ring.

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Ewing was freed from the hold quickly, letting her use the ropes to slide her body slowly under the ropes and to the ground at ringside, feet-first. This was the only way she could get up quickly, holding herself up with the ring apron and letting her feet and back naturally recover from it. She raised her gaze slowly from a southern wince to a direct look at Grace, the dilated pupils telling the story of a woman who finally had enough. She locked in on her prey, and this match was on the precipice of being over...as soon as she could get back in the ring and regain her strength. Slowly but surely she started to rise up with help from the ropes, back onto the apron. She would slink through the top and middle ropes, hanging close to them as if to be ready from a charge by Grace.  

[The Number Three]

It was wise of Ewing to keep a hold on the ropes, they were what was preventing Grace from charging her. The young high flyer was well aware that the ropes would give Ewing support and possibly leverage to defend against an attack. Instead Grace stood up and turned her back on Ewing, looking out to the crowd and basking in their adoration. She wiped sweat away from her brow and turned slowly back towards Ewing.

"Have you had enough of a rest yet? Maybe it time to put you to sleep, yes."

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