The Sirens of Sin vs. The Won Sisters - Opening Shots

Even Bridget was a bit surprised by the hang time she managed to get with that suplex. It had been a while, far too long since she'd had a real match and enjoyed the sheer pleasure of hurling another human being around like an unwanted plaything. The old, familiar feelings were quickly coming back to her.

She stood up and gave a little wave to Lilith, smiling coyly. With that little bit of fun out of the way, Bridget turned around and strutted towards the distressed Firehawk. "My apologies, that looked quite painful." She reached down and grabbed a handful of feiry, red hair, yanking the mouthy Greek back to her feet. "Let me help you up."

Cindy tapped her on the shoulder for the tag, while Bridget forced the Firehawk to stand, just for a moment. The taller Won sister ducked down, put her head between the Firehawk's legs, grabbed her thighs and stood up to put her in an electric chair position - a devastating move by itself, but made all the worse when Cindy climbed up the turnbuckle, took aim, and leaped off to hit their victim square in the chest with a dropkick. Bridget used the power from Cindy's kick as she fell back, driving the Firehawk into the center of the ring with resonating force.

Teamwork. Sisterhood. A true thing of beauty.

Maya watched on as her often thick-headed partner rushed the Won sibling. When she saw the redhead whiff on her attempted punch, she knew that the tides were about to turn. Why didn't Lilith listen to her? She winced as Bridget wrapped her arms around the Firehawk and launched her backwards, end-over end, towards their corner.

Lilith groaned as she opened her eyes to see mostly mat in her face. She was disoriented as she lifted her head, the arena spinning a bit. The siren blinked once and saw a blue blur of hair on the other side of the ring. If that was Maya, then that meant - "Ow ow ow ow!!!" she shouted as Bridget grabbed her fiery red hair and brought her to her feet. She was groggy and unable to so much as retort the Won sibling's taunts.

Then she heard an unmistakeable slap. It seemed the Won siblings were more than happy to tag at the perfect opportunity. She needed to work on that. Her arms dangled as Bridget ducked behind her and brought her up into the air in the electric chair. The Firehawk was just starting to get her bearings back when she saw Cindy perched on the turnbuckle. This was going to hurt.

Lilith could only so much as bring her arms up across her chest as Cindy lurched forward, feet-first to dropkick her, sending her tumbling. Bridget seemed more than happy to use this momentum to drive the fiery redhead backwards to the mat with extreme force. Her back crashed, her arms lay sprawled out, and her legs were spread wide open as she lay belly-up with the arena lights shining down. The Firehawk wasn't unconscious, but she was in dire straights, and Maya knew it. Her brows furrowed in anger and eagerness to get her hands on these sisters.

Cindy landed hard after the dropkick, but nowhere near as hard as the Firehawk had. For instance, she was perfectly capable of doing a kip up a moment later, leaping up to her feet to give the audience a polite bow while they mocked and jeered her efforts. Her fiery red-haired opponent, however, was not so lucky. It looked like she wouldn't be getting up for quite some time, which meant Cindy had a little time to indulge in the opportunity.

She started to strut towards the fallen Firehawk, when Maya's worried look caught her attention. Looking so anxious, so perturbed. Cindy wanted to assuage her fears.

"Do not be troubled, 'Goddess'." She wagged a finger at the blue-haired beauty and couldn't resist a haughty laugh at the grandiose name. And people said she and her sister were full of themselves. "I will take good care of your partner. You only need watch."

She spun around on her heel and turned back to the Firehawk, then took a quick strut her way while she still reeled from the dropkick. She reached down and grabbed her by the ankles, securing one under each of her arms and holding tight. "Away with you."

Cindy jerked backward, falling away and forcing the Firehawk to stand up and come along with her, executing a sharp Slingshot manuever. Under most circumstances, the move would've sent her flying towards the corner, where her partner would surely be waiting for the tag - but insted, Cindy kept hold of the ankles even after she fell, so her lovely opponent would merely fall on her face, just out of Maya's reach. Close, surely, but not close enough to tag.

Lilith was completely out of it as she lay on the mat, only hearing muffled jeering and taunts coming from around her. The redhead knew she was in dire straits if she couldn't get near Maya and get out of the ring.

Maya, meanwhile was glaring at Cindy as she began to taunt and wag her finger. Yes, her nickname was "Goddess," but it wasn't by choice. Moxxi convinced her to use her past as a motivator. The taunting of the name only infuriated the blue-haired woman. "Why don't you come over here and say that, and I'll take care of you!" she shouted while making feigned swipes in the Won sister's direction.

She could only watch though as Cindy turned around and walked towards Lilith's ankles, grabbing them as she readied to launch her teammate. Was she about to catapult her partner right into their corner so that she could tag her? Was she that arrogant?

As Lilith began to fly through the air, her eyes regained their focus and saw Maya getting closer. Her instincts caused her hand to reach out, as did Maya's, but as the Chinese vixen held tight to the Firehawk's ankles, their fingers ended up being 3 inches apart as the redhead crashed face-first into the mat with an "Ooh!" coming from the crowd. Damn! I should have leaned further! cursed Maya in her mind.

As pleasing as it was to slam Lilith into the ground, Cindy's one regret was that she could not see the anguish on the Goddess' face as she tried to reach for her team member and failed. So close, yet so far. Hearing the crowd's cries in their heathen language was a decent substitute. And, of course, she had her own little toy to play with.

Cindy wasted little time. As soon as her opponent hit the floor, she stood up with her arms wrapped around an ankle, getting a solid hold as she pulled Lilith away from both the corner and the hope it offered. She winked at the Goddess as they moved away, with a smile that only grew wider by the second."Patience, patience. Your turn comes soon enough."

With that said, she returned her focus to where it belonged, turning her fiendish grin to the woman whose ankle she held tight. Cindy had all sorts of ideas, but she felt it best to start simple and work her way to the more interesting moves. She brought her leg up and dropped it down quick, driving her heel into the back of Lilith's knee and grinding it down.

Maya's eyes were wide with worry as she watched Lilith dragged away. Were they really this in over their heads in this league? Sure they were dominant on the Indy circuit, but these siblings were picking them apart with relative ease at this point. She had to think of a way to get her teammate back on her feet and away from these vicious monsters.

Lilith's mind was still cloudier than bowl of pea soup. Sure, she had been tossed about like a rag doll plenty of times before, but this just felt like it was a whole other category. Her eyes were just barely cracked open enough to see the blurry images of Maya's feet and the ring post being dragged away from her. Her legs felt all but useless to try and utilize as Cindy held firm control of them. Then, the pain hit. "MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!" she shouted out fairly audibly for the entire arena even without a microphone. The heel to the back of her knee seemed to jolt her awake, but only to make her eyes water as her hands clenched into fists to pound the mat. Her head tilted up to see Maya's face with her eyes screaming to help her in any possible way.

Cindy had to admit, she was quite enjoying herself. It was the simple things that gave her joy, really - the Won Sisters had not had much opportunity to shine in the AFW’s tag division, with the title scene so full of prettied up whores and talentless dolls. But here, they were in their element, dominating their hapless foes. It made her remember the simpler times, back before Wrestle Angels folded and they were all left to the wolves.

”Such language.” Cindy hummed as her heel drove deeper and deeper into the Firebird’s leg. ”Perhaps after we tire of ripping your partner to shreds and win the match, my sister and I can teach you the proper way to speak amongst your betters, eh?”

She reached down and grabbed a hold of Lilith’s hair, getting a solid hold with both hands and making sure her fingers dug in deep. With a contented sigh, she started to pull up, forcing the fiery redhead to stand on her bad leg, and started to drag her back towards the Won Sisters’ corner. She and Bridget could think of so many creative ways to dismantle her between them, and she was so anxious to begin.