Ayana Suzuki Vs. Cecilia Lombard: A Collision of Sadists

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Ayana groaned with pain, reaching for the ropes, just out of reach. The ojou let out a grunt as Cecilia twisted her leg, gritting her teeth as her pride refused to allow her to scream. Her opponent soon turned Ayana over onto her stomach, locking in a muta lock! "YAHHHHH-!" She screamed, pounding her fist against the mat. She refused to be dominated by Cecilia. She would beat this woman, and she would take immense enjoyment in breaking her down and humiliating her.

Mustering all her strength, Ayana attempted to roll her body so that she fell on top of Cecilia. If this is a success, she quickly locks Cecilia's arm between her legs, and wrenches back on the wretch's head with a Labell Lock!

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If Ayana felt like the ankle lock was bad, Cecilia chuckled to herself - she had seen nothing yet. Turning her opponent onto her stomach and securing her leg between her own pair, Cecilia got into position to apply an even more crushing hold. She bent backward, hooking her fingers around Ayana's chin to bend her spine with a Muta lock! The sounds of Ayana's screams only made her smile grow wider with satisfaction. The girl had wanted to belittle and talk down to Cecilia at the start of this match, posturing herself as superior - so it was only going to be so much sweeter to drag her off her high horse.

"What's the matter?" Cecilia taunted, looking down on Ayana with her head dangling upside down to focus a malicious glare in her eyes. "Here I thought you were better than this...are you going to give up now? So soon?"

But Ayana was going to prove Cecilia wrong. Without another word, she threw her weight over to the side, and as she worked up just enough momentum to tip herself ever so slightly, gravity did the rest of the work, pulling the two girls down! Cecilia let out a gasp, shocked by how Ayana could have made a comeback like this when it seemed her victory was assured. As she landed on her stomach, she released her hold on her opponent - which was all Ayana needed to roll atop the American, kicking her legs out to the side to snare her arm while pulling back on her head wih her hands!

Cecilia's teeth locked into a grimace as her back bent into an arc, her face contorting into a pained snarl. She cried out from the pressure on her arm and her back alike, but the last thing she wanted was to look weak in front of someone like Ayana, who wanted to tear down any hope she had in herself to surpass her. She couldn't give her the satisfaction of beating her! Cecilia clawed at the canvas with her free hand, attempting to drag herself closer to the ropes to get a rope break, but the pain was growing stronger and stronger, and she couldn't get far before she fell forward, her arm going limp against the canvas. Instead, shuddering from the sensation, she would reach for the hands clasped around her face, grabbing for Ayana's wrist to dig her nails into her skin in the hopes the pain would get her to let go!