Welcome to Gaia! ::

Ewing and Oni's tussle was getting out of hand, but thankfully the moonlighted Sone had thrown a headbutt which absolutely crushed Ewing's momentum. Winters fell down to the mat and clutched at her forehead, slamming her balled up fist against the mat. For a moment she feared Oni would plant one again, which only enraged her more...but regardless of her emotions, she was physically stopped in the moment.

The stomp connected with Ewing's gut, causing her body to jolt up to a sitting position where she'd hug her own midsection curing under her breath. Her eyes stared up at Oni as she ran into the turnbuckle, quickly turning. Ewing bit her bottom lip to redirect some pain and began to push up to her feet with a large welt starting to form in the middle of her forehead. Ewing's bull-tendencies caused her to start running towards Oni, not accounting for anything other than anger -- which led to her being cut in half by a devastating spear she wasn't even account for! Both women crashed to the ground and the fans let out a large pop for such a devastating maneuver looking extra hardcore in the moment.

Ewing laid sprawled out on the mat, her tearing eyes locked on Oni -- or rather now, on Emiko Sone. The mask was gone, and with it the different aura of which her opponent had been oozing since the match up began. Winters mind was filled with rage and sadness; though in the back, there was fear for what Oni may have been able to do to her. Now, however, she felt as though she'd have an easier time dispatching of Sone, perhaps rather foolishly. The Apple Valley Native began to crawl from her opponent and to the ropes, trying to find some sort of refuge to lick her wounds.

Ewing watched on as just another member of the crowd from her all-too front row seat...Emiko Sone didn't just go mask off, she also transformed her personality into something less twisted than Oni but equally as perplexing. Then, as Ewing had made her way to a sitting position against the ropes, Emiko dropped down to her knees. The two women would lock eyes in the moment, as clear connection mentally within a fraction of a second. This match, life as well, is a series of moments -- and it seemed like the interactions between Emiko and Ewing since the triple threat were all leading up to this one. Finally, the emotional scene ended up with Emiko bowing down before Ewing who slowly rose up to her feet, the table turned so eloquently as the young woman from Minnesota was now looking down at a woman she held such animosity towards.

Ewing's rageful stare was tinged only with confusion, not able to comprehend the fact that Emiko believed doing this would be enough. The guilt oozed from her like the invisible haze that would emanate from Oni -- as Ewing breathed in deeply, that essence would enter her chest and burn her lungs, causing her already sunken heart to feel squeezed even further. Her teeth gnashed, Ewing slammed her foot down on the hands of Emiko with vigor...keeping it there as Emiko's current repentance. Ewing motioned to the ref to get over here, and through his claims that she needed to get off Emiko, she screamed at him to bring her a microphone -- a demand met quickly.


Ewing tossed the microphone out of the ring and tried to slam her foot back down on Emiko's hands again, a slight pressure on her back disappearing as she did so. While her heart was still broken, the sadness was displaced by even more pure anger. This submission match was about to get back on track.

Ewing was stunned as Emiko avoided a second stomp -- despite wanting forgiveness, she had no interest in taking her lashings. Emiko's speed was to her favor, as she was able to sweep out Ewing's legs from beneath her and cause a flat-back in turn. Then, Emiko would take hold of her opponent's legs and step through, turning over Ewing onto her stomach and locking in a Sharpshooter! The fans would cheer on as the move was done rather perfectly. Ewing began to slam down on the mat and tried to claw her way to the ropes -- the momentum swung once again as this emotional game of tug-o-war moved into it's next phase.

Ewing would not tap, however -- despite the ear piercing scream stretching its way out of the gullet of Emiko. Ewing would get to the ropes and begin pulling herself through them...the nature of the Submission match meant it could not end up DQ, thus a rope break did her no good. She tried to pull herself out to ringside to escape the move, perhaps pulling Emiko out as well?

There wasn't much stopping the momentum of the Ewing going out of the ring, let alone the both of them, but Emiko had released her sharpshooter and impressively turned her body enough to start drilling a few elbow shots into Ewing's ribs! They connected, but both women still ended up falling to the ground at ringside, Winters trying her best to protect her body as the pain cramped her up and caused her to lay in place -- breathing hard!