As the members of Moonrock made their entrance, Cecilia stayed back at Skylar's side. Chris seemed personable enough, hyping herself up in preparation for the match. But Finella was a different story. It wasn't long after Chris had finished speaking that Finella started up - and Cecilia froze, spinning around in place to stare her dead in the eye.
The more she spoke, the more the tension rose in Cecilia. She tried to stay calm and composed, staring down Finella as though she wasn't moved at all by her taunts. It was how she dealt with everyone else - it was a part of her in-ring strategy to stay stoic and unflappable as part of the psychological warfare she waged, wanting to make her opponents feel so small and weak that nothing they could do was capable of fazing her. But...Finella was making that difficult.
Cecilia's eye began to twitch nervously. Her stance went rigid, and as she crossed her arms, her fingers dug into each opposite elbow. Mocking her name wasn't going to bother her - she had never been all that connected to her Italian heritage anyway. But laughing at
the promo she and Skylar had done to announce the formation of their new tag team was another story. She wanted to show how tough she was, how cold-hearted she was, and above all how ruthless she was. She was out to send a message to the rest of LAW that the Street Dogs were a threat, and that she wasn't going to be cowed by anything. And Finella was shrugging all of that off like it was nothing - in fact, she was making all of it a joke! Cecilia's breath quickened and a shiver ran down her spine. Was all the work she had done in building herself up, in establishing herself as one half of a formidable tag team, all for naught?
But when Finella went on to tease her about her father walking out? About having to grow up without any support, or any family in her life other than a strung-out and desperte mother who died when she was too young to live on her own? And she was going to compare her to some whiny teenager throwing a tantrum?
That was too much. It was against Cecilia's better judgment; she knew how much she was undermining herself to even give Finella the attention. But it had to be done.
"Listen here, you upstart little brat-" Cecilia hissed, taking a step toward Finella as she brought up her fists - but that was exactly what Finella wanted. Just then, she swung at her head with the bottle in her hand, causing it to explode in a volley of glass shards!
"GAAH-!!" Cecilia's head cracked backward from the impact, and she clutched at her head as she fell against the ropes. She stared at Finella through the gap in her fingers, one eye locked on her with a cold and piercing glare as she shielded the rest of her face behind her hands. But that eye looked at Finella with nothing less than pure malice. She wasn't going to let her go unscathed for this.
"FUCKING HELL-!" Cecilia roared. Whipped into a rage, she threw herself toward Finella, looking to close the distance. She was still trying to hold onto her head, and her aim was out of focus, but nevertheless she swung her leg outward and upward with a kick aimed at whatever was in front of her, be it Finella, Chris, or the air itself - she didn't care, as long as
someone got hurt!
