Cecilia Lombard vs. Lisbeth Parker

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Cecilia chuckled, seeing Lisbeth fall as she was starting to get up. Beating the upstart blonde like this was one thing, but when she could get Liz to make a fool of herself in front of everyone - and without any help from her, too? That was just perfect. By the time this match was through, Cecilia thought, Liz would be humbled well enough to know better than to show herself in this ring again.

As Liz spat at her, she met the blonde's fury with a cold look back, her face flat and calm, and she breathlessly flicked the saliva off her foot as she stood over Liz. "Oh dear," she said, mocking the former boxer with her disinterested tone, "I suppose I'll have to wash these now. Pity." With her next step, Cecilia stomped down hard onto Lisbeth's spine before she got down to lay atop her foe, sure that she would do some damage with the combination hold.

All the same, Lisbeth fought back against the brunette's efforts, reaching up to grab at her legs to pry them apart from her head. This began to irritate Cecilia, her face contorting into a scowl as she looked back at Liz, breaking her icy composure. She was starting to have enough of her sass. But two could play at that game, and if Liz was going to make it hard, so was Cecilia, who exerted more force, tensing her legs tighter. "You don't know when to stop, do you?"

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Liz sounded almost like a wild dog after Cecilia's next taunt, snarling on the ground before she took a foot to the spine and let out a little grunt. Then Cecilia's legs clamped down around her neck as she felt her foot get pulled up into that ankle lock. This certainly wasn't how she wanted this match to go. No, she had wanted to beat the stuffing out of the stupid ice-bitch and make it look easy. That way she would have had a perfect debut to LAW, and she could have wiped the stupid smirk off the brunette's stupid fucking face too.

"What? Can't... Keep up?" Liz snarled out tauntingly, choking as she kept prying at Cecilia's legs. If she could just get Cecilia angry again, she may have a chance, but... well, even as competitive and self-confident as Liz was, she had a feeling she'd relied on that one too many times this match. And here, in this hold? Well, she wasn't too confident of her ability to escape. Her form was, to put it simply, shit. Even she knew that. She would be shocked if the brunette hadn't figured that one out by yet too.

But even though she wasn't sure of her win anymore, that didn't mean she was going to make it easy for her opponent. With another choking snarl, she squirmed in Cecilia's grip, wincing through the pain of both holds as she awkwardly tried to punch at her opponent's thigh, though the angle didn't give her much to work with. "Get... off...!"

[CaptainL]

Liz was getting more and more angry by the minute, and Cecilia knew it. On the contrary to what the blonde felt, Cecilia didn't think this match could go any better. She had securely and solidly put Liz in her place, and it looked like the ex-boxer had run out of witty retorts, too. Yes, Cecilia thought to herself as she smiled confidently, this was a win in the bag, for sure.

Even as Lisbeth tried to snap back at Cecilia, the dark-haired girl didn't seem perturbed by it, her smug grin only growing wider. Even as Liz was trying to free herself, her strength had been sapped as the match had gone on, and she had already proven herself to be subpar in her execution when it came to grappling. Cecilia didn't feel like she had any risk of losing her grip on her. She just had to sit here and wait - sooner or later, the end would come.

All the same, Cecilia figured she might as well have a little fun, if victory was assured. Liz lashed out at her with a punch, and only managed to awkwardly clip Cecilia's leg. It didn't even hurt, so much as it was a minor annoyance. But that isn't how Cecilia would act. Instead, she released Lisbeth instantly, falling onto her back and reaching to clutch her leg. Although Cecilia was normally quite sarcastic in handling something like this, this time she fully meant to decieve, putting her acting skills to the test. She would lull Liz into a false sense of security, thinking she had won - and then, when her victory came, it would be all the more sweet, knowing that she had delivered such a humiliation in the process.

Clutching her thigh, Cecilia started to roll back from Liz before she turned to get onto her knees. "Oww..." she muttered pitifully, putting on her best pained expression. She didn't know how much Liz would fall for it, and she worried about overdoing it, but she hoped that however things played out, it'd result in Liz walking right into her trap.

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Liz was starting to lose hope. She could feel her eyes growing heavy as her lungs burned, screaming for air. She'd never openly admit it, but Cecilia had a tough pair of legs on her. That punch really was her last hope, as the former boxer could feel herself drifting away. She'd never tap out, not to anyone like the ice-bitch, but if this last attempt failed she may at least save some of her strength.

But then the hit connected. How, she wasn't quite sure, but then again she wasn't thinking straight at the moment anyways. All she knew was that she felt her fist hit... something, and then Cecilia's grip loosened and the ice-bitch rolled backwards onto her knees, muttering like a wimp. Sure, to some audience members it might look like Cecilia was acting, but Liz? In her state of seeing red while only half conscious? She bought it hook, line and sinker.

With a snarl Liz rolled forwards and pounced at Cecilia. It was awkward, to say the least. The former boxer's movements were sluggish and clumsy, and then she threw a rather awkward, but still forceful punch straight at her opponent's face. That's all she really cared about anymore, punching the ice-bitch straight in her stupid face.

[CaptainL]

As she looked back up to survey the fruits of her labor, Cecilia came face to face with Liz springing at her, fully intent on taking advantage of her wounded state. In that instant, she smiled. She couldn't believe Lisbeth could be so stupid as to fall for a trick like that - though, at the same time, she could. But even when she thought she had this win in the bag, with the blonde as winded as she was, Cecilia knew better all the same than to just hand it to her. She wasn't about to let her pounce on her so easily.

The good part was, Liz was so lethargic in her current state that Cecilia didn't have any trouble dealing with her at all. She would have to be standing perfectly still for the ex-boxer to actually hit her. Playing up the moment for all it was worth, as Liz came forward, Cecilia merely took a step back so that her punch would only hit air, a smug grin on her face as she straightened herself to her full height with her arms crossed.

"My, my," she said. "You really thought that was going to work? What a pity." Taking a pause so as to give Liz a moment to let her defeat sink in, Cecilia suddenly struck, kicking out hard at the blonde with a knee raised to slam into her gut.

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Liz knew she was screwed the second that Cecilia smiled.

The ice-bitch never smiled without a reason, and as much as the former boxer wanted to wipe the stupid grin off the brunette's face, she was moving too sluggishly at the moment to make it happen. That really pissed her off. Sadly, anger alone wasn't going to help in this case, and deep down Liz knew it. So all she could do was glare, glare Cecilia straight in her damn eyes until the knee came up and smashed into her gut.

"G-gurhk-!" She coughed, eyes bulging as she grabbed at her stomach, stumbling forwards. The former boxer fell into Cecilia, arms weakly trying to wrap around her and put her into some kind of hold. It was hopeless, of course. And Liz knew it too, but she would be damned if she went down on anyone's terms but her own. So she kept trying, refusing to give up until the very end.

[CaptainL]

Watching her opponent closely, Cecilia knew what she was seeing. Fear. She could smell it, like a predator stalking its next meal. Lisbeth was afraid, knowing full well Cecilia was in control, and that she had no intention of letting up any time soon. She could almost feel the confidence draining from Liz then and there.

As her knee landed its strike, Lisbeth fell right into Cecilia's clutches, dropping like she was a sack full of bricks. Cecilia's smile grew even wider, as she realised now that all the parts were falling into place for her to enact her plan. There was no way Liz had any fight left in her, and Cecilia knew that. So she might as well enjoy herself while she had the time to.

"Let's have some fun, shall we?" Cecilia said, her voice low and drawn out. She grabbed Liz by the shoulders and shoved her backwards, aiming to get the blonde back from her and off her feet. If Liz landed, Cecilia would then storm over to stomp on her stomach hard.

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There wasn't much fight left in Lizbeth, anyone could tell that. So despite her best efforts to clutch onto Cecilia, the boxer was shoved free of her position without much trouble, and soon stumbled back, landing on her ass, then falling onto her back with a groan.

Weakly, Liz squirmed, trying to get back up onto her feet, or her knees, or at least just move from her position. But it wasn't enough, her movements were slow and sluggish, and Cecilia was moving much faster. So before she could even really react, the ice-bitch's foot slammed down hard into the former boxer's gut.

"G-GYUUUGhH!" Liz gagged, eyes bulging again as again the air was forced from her lungs. Liz felt awful. As much as she wanted to fight back, her strength was gone. She felt sick to her stomach from the repeated gut shots she'd taken. Even once the brunette was done with her stomp, Liz found herself unable to fight back, stuck in a coughing fit.

[CaptainL]

The match was over, and everyone could see that. Cecilia had Liz thoroughly defeated, and there was nothing left for the blonde to do to stave off the inevitable as she lay there, reeling from her opponent's stomp while Cecilia still stood tall above her, smirking and gloating. The brunette was basking in this moment. She knew she had won, and she knew it meant that Lisbeth's dreams of crossing over to the wrestling world were worthless and futile. She would make sure that Liz knew that.

"Oh, what a pity," she said, her voice flat and disinterested as usual. "Here I thought you might actually have a chance. But, no. You're truly terrible. What, did you try going over to wrestling because you were this bad at boxing? Because I'm sorry to let you know, but you aren't any better at wrestling. And if you were good at boxing...I'd advise you to stay there." She punctuated her comment with a sly grin down at Lisbeth, breaking her composure for just a second.

And then, it was time to act.

Cecilia grinned wider. For the first time since she came to LAW, she was able to use her signature finishing move, the Public Execution - a move designed to humiliate and to cause physical pain all at once. And what a perfect opportunity this was, against an upstart like Liz who didn't know her place. Perhaps that would teach her something.

The brunette hoisted her opponent up from the mat, turning her over in the air so that her head was facing down between Cecilia's thighs, which she clamped onto to squeeze at it. But she didn't stop there, taking Liz's legs and folding them back over her shoulders before wrenching down hard on the blonde's ankles, thus compressing her legs and back as well - and all the while, Lisbeth was faced out to the crowd, so that everyone could see the pain she was going through.

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Liz had been busy wallowing in the shame of defeat. Laying there, broken and beaten beneath the ice-bitch, she stared up at the lights above and listened. Listened to the sounds of the crowd, to the announcers, the cameras, everything. It gave her some time to reflect. She usually wasn't the one on the mat. She'd been the one standing above a defeated foe so many times, and now that she was on the other side?

She HATED it.

Then she heard Cecilia's voice, and her gaze slowly slid over to focus on the brunette. Her eyes narrowed, and she felt a fire engulf her heart as the ice-bitch stood there talking. Insulting her talent. Insulting her. That wasn't going to stand, it just wasn't. From the sound of it, this whole spiel was supposed to do something like demoralize her. Well surprise bitch, it was doing the exact opposite. If looks could kill, the glare that the former boxer was sending up would have probably run Cecilia through. And there and then, Liz vowed to herself that she was going to climb back up and kick Cecilia's ass. It didn't matter how much she had to train, how much work and blood and sweat and tears, she was going to match up with Cecilia again and punch this stupid fucking bitch right in her stupid fucking face.

But that was another day. Right now she still had to suffer through more of the ice-bitch's self importance. With no fight left in her, Liz couldn't muster much more than a grunt as she was lifted up, her head wedged between Cecilia's legs, and her own legs bent back over the brunette's shoulders. Then her ankles were wrenched down, her legs and back compressed.

All the while, the former boxer bit down on her lips. It was her own little promise to herself, an acknowledgement of her vow. Cecilia would get her wish of showing the broken and hurting Liz off to the crowd, but Liz was gonna show them all her resolve at the same time by depriving the brunette of a scream.