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Grace was, without a doubt, not to be messed with. She warned Ewing of the oncoming attack with a simple, "This is how I fight men!" It was a swift uppercut, as if a game of Mortal Kombat was playing out in the ring. Here was the problem though: It was no uppercut at all. It was feigned entirely, a kick swiftly shot in quickly instead and jacked up Ewing something unmerciful. She flew off of her feet and slammed down hard on the mat, and to the untrained eye she probably looked to be out cold. She laid on the mat, unmoving, but she was certainly still awake. The pain was so severe, her jaw felt so jacked up, she couldn't simply pass out.

Ewing Winters' entire indy career was built around her intergender escapades -- she defeated many men, was defeated by even more, but never lost to a woman in the few matches she had with them. It was tonight that she finally came across a woman who actually hit her harder than any man ever did. What did that mean, exactly? Was it that Grace had proved to her that women are stronger than she ever gave them credit for...or had an even darker realization come to her mind? Could it be that the men she had shared the ring with hundreds of times prior were always holding back even when it seemed like they weren't?

Questions. It was all just a series of questions with answers that Ewing wasn't prepared to find out about. She fought to hold back tears as her face grew bright red and hot, and she started to slowly rise up on to her arms and knees, the camera man catching the side of her face to reveal a huge mark left behind by Fatsumoto's foot. Her nose was clearly beginning to trickle some blood down on to the mat as well, this damage done to her was serious...but she was not defeated yet, which was as impressive as the move Grace hit her with.

Ewing had finally worked her way up, fueled by blood, emotion, and the sound of a crowd that was completely prepared for this match to be over. She stood up straight, every one of her muscles bulging as her entire body worked to shoulder the pain her head was in. Grace's taunt was her downfall, more so that the actual backflip she attempted as the moonsault was to be all-she-wrote -- but the 'she' in this case was Ewing Winters. She would steel herself as Grace's body flew through the air, and...GOTCHA!

Ewing captures Grace right in position for a Tombstone Piledriver! She perfectly caught her out of mid-air, displaying the single greatest showing of strength in the entire match. She stumbled back a bit, holding Grace in, and hit back first at the ropes -- and it turned out to be a huge help to her cause. She bounced from them to keep her balance and speed-walked her way to the turnbuckle closest, squeeze the life from Grace as she do so to make sure she kept her grip and stepped up on to the bottom rope, placing her right foot on the second and left on the bottom, and leaped backwards...looking to land her finisher, Matriarch Obscura -- an elevated tombstone piledriver!

Ewing's leap from the ropes was successful as she and Grace collapse upon impact, Ewing dropping off to the side and Grace laying still on the mat. The shock that went from her knees was eaten up by the kickpads, but Ewing would feel a great deal of it as her body jolted and her muscles tightened up more as it tried to cope with the way she landed. She would ride the adrenaline as it started to fade, pulling Grace Fatsumoto slightly away from the ropes to prevent a worry she probably shouldn't have even had. Ewing would hook both her opponent's legs and get on top, the ref dropping to the mat next to them.



The bell was rang as this shockingly stiff bout between two newcomers to WWF:G finally came to end end with Ewing Winters, a young woman out of Apple Valley, Minnesota who had never once in her life feared confrontation with another woman, picked up a massive victory. She rolled off of Grace and to the side, but like clockwork Grace would kick out, shocking Ewing who noticed out of the corner of her eye. It took everything Winters had left to stay awake right now, how in gods name did Grace still have any sort of energy to push her shoulders off the mat like that?



Ewing couldn't even enjoy her win as Grace rolled her way out of the ring and began collecting the clothing she tossed away. The ref stepped down and tried to help Ewing up to her feet, doing his job despite the hard time she gave him earlier. She used the help just to get up, but was swift to push the ref aside and instead lean into the ropes to look over at her opponent, still bewildered by the fact that she was awake so soon. The fans stood and gave both women an ovation, they had seen perhaps the best women's match in WWF:G in over half a decade. Ewing looked around at the crowd for just a moment, but then back down at Grace.

It wasn't too long after that Grace made her exit, taking a second to look back at the ring and the larger woman still transfixed on her ability to leave on her own power. As she disappeared backstage, Ewing finally was broken from a self-inflicted trance. No woman should have been able to do what Grace Fatsumoto did tonight. She earned respect that Ewing would work hard to never show her, and certainly guaranteed that regardless of the way Ewing wanted her career to play out...she'd be standing in the ring with Grace again in the future. Doing this same song and dance.

Ewing was assisted by the ref once again as he realized she was a half second from collapsing. With her arm around him she was helped through the ropes, her now dried blood glistening from a small layer of spit and sweat rolling down her neck. She stepped down from the apron, but again shoved the ref away -- this wouldn't be her victory if she didn't walk herself back to that dressing room. She limped up the ramp, ignoring fans that jeered her but also the many who clapped for her impressive debut -- and as she stopped on the stage to look up at the titantron, the same thought from earlier crossed her mind. Were the men she'd wrestled prior all holding back on her because she was a woman? She closed her eyes and dipped her head down, and within seconds she disappeared behind the curtain as a crew came out to clean up the ring.