Chiyorin vs. The Won Siblings - Cultural Exchange

Match Type: Survivor of War
Victory Conditions: The Won Siblings have twenty minutes (10 pages) after the bell rings to make Chiyo submit. Standard tag rules will be observed for the first five minutes, after which both sisters will be allowed to fight simultaneously. If Chiyo makes one of the sisters submit during this time, that sister is barred from the ring for thirty seconds (5 posts). If Chiyo can make both siblings submit, she also wins.
Stipulations: The loser(s) will become the victor(s) possession for the next day.


Cindy cared little for the AFW as a whole. The people. The personalities. Their tepid, silly little conflicts. It was irksome at best and grating noise at worse. The company was a sludge, a crude mix of trash from the world over, gathered under one roof. SImilar to Wrestle Angels, only more chaotic and poorly organized, which she had frankly thought was impossible. The company had stayed afloat when so many others flailed and failed thanks to the hordes of dimwitted sheep that were enamored with its trite perversions.

But, she had to admit, they did know how to welcome valuable talent appropriately. Cindy had always been interested in the concept of a Prisoner of War match. She'd asked for one as soon as she and Bridget's contracts were finalized.  Lo and behold, her first match was going to be exactly that, with a few interesting stipulations to at least give the illusion of a fair competition.

Cindy was thrilled. Bridget was not.

The two of them waited in the back for their music to play, as Cindy put the finishing touches on her hair, wanting to look pristine for their debut. She had finished doing the same for Bridget only a moment ago, ignoring the sour mood her sister was in.

Bridget stood with her arms folded and her lips pouting, letting out the occasional obstinate huff. "You will have to feed her dinner through the day. I hope you realize that."

"I do." Cindy fixed the first bun onto her head, staring into a long mirror that the stage crew had set up for preparing wrestlers.

"And find her somewhere to sleep. I do not want the smell of your personal whore to linger in our bed."

"She will sleep on the couch, beloved." She moved to the other side and did the second bun, taking care to line them up perfectly. Yes, when the wrestling began, they would likely be disturbed. But she would look presentable until then. "You worry yourself far too much."

"Is it so wrong for me dislike the idea of some strange chit of a girl sharing our home?" Bridget's eyes narrowed, as if the mere act of saying the possibility out loud further enraged her. "Our home should be the one place where we do not have to deal with them. All to satisfy your lust..."

Cindy sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder. Bridget's concern was genuine and appreciated, looking out for the well-being of her sister and the sanctity of their home. Above all, this wasn't the thunderous, triumphant entrance into the AFW that Bridget longed for. Misplaced, perhaps, but honest. "Not mine alone, beloved. Ours. Think. How long has it been since we were satisfied in bed? Truly?"

Bridget opened her mouth to speak, but closed it quickly. She knew the answer, they both did, and it need not be said.

"This is our opportunity, beloved. Something we can both enjoy. Do not see it as a burden, but a gift. A toy to be shared." Bridget did not seem to completely buy the idea, but the tension eased on her face. Cindy knew her sister - she was at her best when the fighting began. As soon as the match started and the match started, all would be well. As it turned out, they did not have to wait long.

Their music came on and the sisters emerged soon after, earning confused murmurs and strange looks from the audience as they walked down the ramp in unison. There were a few boos as well, likely from fans of Wrestle Angels who recognized them and knew what their presence here would likely mean. Before this night was over, the Won Siblings were sure that sound would fill the stadium.

They didn't care. If anything, they reveled in the derision

They made their way to the ring with their heads held high, knowing who they were and what they represented. They had no shame, made no apologies, and brooked no insults. Tonight would be a demonstration of that.

They walked up the stares, came in through the middle and top ropes, and made their way to the center of the ring. Looked towards the entrance, waiting. Cindy, with a slight smile. Bridget, with a slight frown. They didn't know who their opponent would be, but Cindy had her preferences. Someone with a delectable body, smooth and firm, tender in all the right places and with a scream that carried just the right pitch.

Chiyo's theme began to play on the speakers soon after, something that didn't happen to often in her matches due to the venues she had been in. As such, it's always a good change to hear it every now and then, at least for her. The pink haired girl came out spinning around, hand in the air as she performed some sort of a dance that matched the music.

She slipped herself under the ropes afterwards, took a glance to the other two girls in the ring before spinning around once more. Savoring the crowds' cheers and the likes for a bit, Chiyo would then approach the other girls, smiling pleasantly. Looking at them from tip to toe, it didn't seem like they should be in the opposite sides, really. All of them were dressed alike, from the Chinese dresses to the hair buns. It kinda reminded her of her first match.

"O hey," greeted Chiyo casually. "I didn't know that it'll be 3 against 1," she played coy. "I guess the opponent is in for a treat, huh? I'm Chiyo, by the way~"

The Won Siblings expected a wrestler to come out. Instead, they recieved an insult.

Suddenly, the ease with which they acquired this match was clear - management was trying to denigrate them and sully their names by putting them against a living mockery to their entire Chinese country. The qipao. The hair. Her disgustingly cheery smile. The sight of it made a simmering heat run through their veins, as they raced to find the proper words.

Bridget spoke first, her voice filed with malice. "She addresses us, sister."

"Yes. She does. This dog can speak well." Cindy took a step towards Chiyo and fought the urge to slap her across the face. She would certainly do it eventually, but for now she wanted to establish a few things. "I am Cindy Won and this is my sister, Bridget. Explain your outfit and why you're dressed this way." She had the voice of a teacher with an unruly child,

Did they just called her a dog? Not the most creative insult she ever received, but whatever. It didn't look that her joke went well with the two girls, although they seemed more upset about something else, namely her attire.

"Explain?" Chiyo looked confused, looking at her own dress for a bit. "First time anyone ever asked about it, but hey. My dad's a Chinese you see, even if he moved to South Korea because of her work and stuffs. In case you're wondering why I look slightly different, it's because my mom's a Japanese~ I'm certainly not cosplaying or anything!" the pink haired girl giggled.

She then waved her right, bandaged arm.

"As for this... hmmm... I guess that's for me to know and for you to find out, hee~"

A half breed, and an overly cheery one at that. Chiyo said she was not cosplaying, but as far as teh Won Siblings were concerned, she might as well have been. She hadn't grown up with their culture, had no true links to the homeland aside from her blood. Did she respect her heritage? Did she honor her better half?

Cindy sighed as she looked Chiyo over, lamenting the situation, but accepting what she had to work with. Insults aside, she did have a gorgeous body, brimming with real muscle, unlike many of the waifs and wastrels that plagued the AFW. Her size was comparable to Bridget's and she might have had the strength to match. The behaviors were grating, but that could be dealt with. In fact, Cindy was looking forward to the pleasure.

Her face kept its dispassionate, hollow stare, but her hand showed a completely different story, reaching out and running a hand Chiyo's chest, feeling the luscious breast underneath her qipao. Bridget moved away towards their corner, more than willing to let Cindy start the match. It was her idea, after all, and it was only fair that she test the waters.

"I will be fair." She ran her slender fingers back up Chiyo's, letting them slowly massage the mounds. "Strip. Drop to your knees and submit. Do this, and you'll enjoy the next twenty minutes a good deal. Disobey, and we will break you in half."

She looked in Chiyo's eyes, as a devilish twinkle started to work its way into her gaze. "We would prefer my prize to remain untarnished when we bring her home. Pleasure or pain? Choose."

Chiyo had met all sort of opponents even before entering AFW; meek girls, cheerful girls, cold girls, arrogant girls, the list wasn't exhaustive. Cindy seemed to be an interesting mix of traits as far as she could tell, cold, dominant, and somewhat lustful, judging from where her hand was running. The girl's partner seemed quite similar. Twins? Might not be too far off.

"Well, that would defeat the point of this match, wouldn't it?" she grinned. "After all, no contest equals no prize, heh~"

She would let Cindy take her time with her massage, although she didn't return the favor. Not yet, anyways. Chiyo was planning to do that once the match started, because it'd be more fun that way.

"I choose... fun!" she declared in excitement.

"Fun."

Cindy's smile widened as her hand moved  away from Chiyo's sumptuous chest. She did not expect the offer to be accepted. In fact, she hoped it would not be. It was a mere formality, and one she had no interest in honoring. Chiyo was going to suffer. She was going to sing. Her willingness was inconsequential.

"An excellent choice. Though..." She moved into position and gave Chiyo a customary bow. Her smile persisted all the way. "...my definition of that might differ from yours."

The bell rang and she immediately went to action, shooting her leg towards Chiyo's stomach with a piercing sidekick. It was a flash of blue and white, quick and exacting.

Their first attack in the AFW. It had a tone to set.

"I expected that much," Chiyo smirked, before she clasped her fist and palm together, bowing in response.

Once the bell rang, however, she felt an almost instant kick from the side, causing her to groan and double over, almost falling to her knees. That's probably not even cheating, just very, very quick attack.

"Oughh..."

At least she already expected that her opponent(s) would somehow played rough, so it wasn't really that surprising in comparison with her previous matches. She stumbled to the side, but not trying to run away. Instead, the pink haired girl push her feet and charged forward in her hunched position, her left arm placed in front of her head like a shield, although aimed at the girl's chest.

If that seemed like a shallow attack, that's because it's intended to be. Her real intention was to let that arm got grabbed or blocked, so her right fist could sneak under and deliver a mighty punch to her opponent's belly to return the favor.

It had been a while since Cindy had the pleasure of sinking her foot into some insolent girl's stomach. Far too long. She'd almost forgotten the feeling, how exquisite it could be.

The sensation of her foot digging into Chiyo's stomach reminded her. Not only did she love the mix of surprise and pain on the half-breed's face, but she got a good sense for the power underneath her ornate outfit. The touch made her tingle, imagining those muscles beneath her body, squirming and wriggling about, thier bare flesh sliding and slapping.

Chiyo struck back with an attack that showed how inferior her style was. It was easily deflected with a simple parry from Cindy's lazy right arm.

She opened her mouth for a quick taubt, but she had to shut it the moment she felt Chiyo's real attack, a punishing punch to her stomach. She cursed under her breath, jumped back while the pain filled her innards, and threw out a quick snap kick as she retreated, just a little something to ward Chiyo away while she recovered.

Chiyo would have liked to follow up her attack with another, but Cindy managed to jumped back before she could do, and in her current condition, the pink haired girl decided no to pursue her opponent, jumping sideways instead. A smart choice as she watched the other girl's kicking the air that could have been her if she chased her similarly dressed foe.

"Aha, not bad," she smirked, half grimacing while rubbing her core. "Unfortunately, this part is well trained, heh."

In her previous place, her stomach might not have been trained to defend strikes in particular, but having a solid abs was kind of a must back there. She learned in the hard way too, but the lesson was surely worth it for times like this.

Once the pain in her stomach faded, Chiyo dashed forward, although she's not going for an attack straight away. She backed off instead, then went forward again, before reaching for Cindy's nearest arm. Her intention was to pull the girl towards her and shifted herself a bit so she could wrap her other arm around the neck of her opponent. A side headlock with both of them facing front, while still containing one of the girl's arms could be quite effective in this early stage.