Tycoon Takeover: Cyber Widow vs Eclaire Maître

[The Riders]

Standard Match
Win by pinfall or submission

Another match. Another upstart young opponent to fight and defeat, but to be fair Thereisa had not been fighting at best for the past four to six matches. Each match has been bloody tough matches that has started to take a toll on her body, as her back and half of her shoulder is covered in KT tape her body starting to slowly break down.

"After this match I will take a break alright... But I need to win this match you two." she yells at her daughter and step daughter. Both girls looking on with worry seeing how beat up the woman is, and Serilda has even seen her mother being dazed sometimes in the locker room due to the concussions she had suffered in the past matches. But they can't tell the older woman anything as she storms out of the locker room, eager to get this match over with and getting a victory tonight.

Music plays over the speakers as Widow makes her way down to the ring. Wearing her old gear but she is not focused on tonight match at all she is more concerned for her body. Even she knows that her body is starting to break down and taking on opponents every week is starting to wear on her, but after tonight she will finally take some time off. As she makes her way down the ramp and into the ring she winches as she waits for her opponent to come out and appear.

[SisterSelect]

Now this was a match Eclaire had been champing at the bit for since the day it was booked! A contest against the terrifying demon of Germany herself! Another true heavyweight veteran with experience to match Eclaire's radiance! This was the kind of opponent she deserved, one whom she could take pride in conquering! Many would say otherwise given Theresia's recent record and how she was subjugating herself to match after match each week. Eclaire on the other hand couldn't disagree more! Who wouldn't consider it to be an honor to match against somebody with such a burning desire for victory and impeccable strength?! What were a few losses to Theresia's strength in the long run?! Nobody could take away the feeling of accomplishment Eclaire was feeling now, even before the match had begun!

Eclaire had spent what felt like an eternity and a half the night prior thinking about how she should make her entrance. What meticulously planned routine and modeling step should she greet the wrestling world with in a match against another heavyweight veteran? Something new, something spectacular, something that would probably get her into a major argument with the staff in order to make happen! Which driving a gold-plated, ruby-encrusted sports car more expensive than every V.I.P seat in the venue combined down the catwalk certainly did. Between that, the stunner shades, and the velvet robe Eclaire adorned as she cruised down to the ring, she might as well have had the titantron say "I'M RICHER THAN ALL OF YOU COMBINED!" and it still would have been more subtle!

Fortunately, parking was a breeze and Eclaire found a wonderful little spot just beside the apron. Her staff rushed over after she stepped out of the obscene gaudy car to take her robe and glasses, all without Eclaire missing a step as she waltzed over the ropes and into the ring.

Spoiler

As her staff cleared the ring and left their manager to her own devices, Eclaire was having quite the time sizing her foe up. Usually she was the one towering over her opponents, yet here she was looking up at a woman with more defined muscles than her own! Clad in a leotard that showed off all her best features, even with her body far from top condition, Theresia quite easy on the eyes! Eclaire reached between her breasts as she continued to marvel, pulling out a small fan she instantly snapped open to cover her mouth before a blush could overtake her cheeks. "Ooohohohoho my, my are we already quivering? I'm sure you're honored to be facing the prestigious Eclaire Maître darling, but please do keep yourself together. I know my beauty is breathtaking, but try and fall for my charms after I've won. I don't know what's falling apart faster: your body or your will to resist me! OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!"

[The Riders]

Thereisa just leans against the corner turnbuckle unimpressed at what she is seeing from her opponent entrance. Even mumbling to herself seeing the sport car slowly making it way down to the ring. "I wonder if this is what Alaina and Astrid felt like when I di my big entrance for those matches." even shaking her head at the thought at what she is seeing still. Thinking to herself on her opponent and how to defeat someone like her opponent who has been making waves in the company.

The crowd jaws drop after hearing what Eclaire just said to to a infamous legend. Some even shaking their heads at the foolishness, and others thinking that she is going to suffer or get beaten up badly in the match.

Hearing that taunt about her body falling apart is what set her off. Making her way over from the corner to standing in front of the smaller woman. Before lunching a right round house kick, kicking the woman fan right out of her hands sending it out of the ring. But her leg is still in it arch holding it there while glaring at Eclaire. 'Shame it seems that I missed... Was aiming for your face but got your fan instead..." before lowering her leg and smirking knowing that she just sent a message to her foe.

The bell rings in the background as the ref quickly moves out of the way. Knowing that this match is going to be a long battle between to prideful women.

[SisterSelect]

Eclaire's eyes shot wide open just in time to see her fan, which likely cost more than what most people in the audience would make in their entire lives, was jettisoned clear out of view. Her gaze remained forward if only because she blatantly didn't see that kick coming. For a second the fingers formerly holding the fan began to pinch together as if to confirm that she was truly made empty-handed in the blink of an eye. Though just as quickly as she had been shown up, Eclaire regained her composure as she began to sigh and shake her head.

"Imagine my disappointment. Here I was, ready to give you the benefit of the doubt too." Eclaire's arms shrugged in smug resignation as she continued to ramble. ""To think your aim could be so woefully off, are you sure you're ready to step up to the peerless mountain that is Eclaire Maître in your condition? Oh, and I'm not referring to your dainty little injuries...ma'am."

Now insulting a woman's age was normally something Eclaire dare not even dream of doing normally! Especially one so beautiful that a mere flex of her stellar biceps could be considered true art, and bring a tear to even the harshest critic's eye! But of course, when it came to the ring even the most refined of ladies must ready their tongue to release a crass lashing! And lashings were soon to come as Eclaire heard the bell sound off not a moment later.

Though instead of going her usual route of swinging for the fences or putting on breathtaking display as she thrust herself towards the latest veteran in her path! Instead, Eclaire brushed her golden locks aside and strutted over without a care in the world. Putting her hands up as a clear challenge with a smile more pompous than a peacock flashing its tail!

"I'd absolutely hate to sully my reputation with claims that I flattened a poor, elderly lady. Do me a favor darling and let's make sure you're not running on fumes! Ooohohohohohoho!"

[The Riders]

Thereisa has a small tick mark on the side of her head... The nerve of this spoiled brat having the nerve to call her old, but she takes it another step farther by calling her elderly right to her face in front of everybody. Her eyes closed as she takes a deep breather to calm herself down, since she figures that she went all out she would leave Eclaire in a bloody beaten heap or worse in a hospital room. And she can't have that just yet since she already has planned for who to put in the hospital and such, and it not this little smart mouth rich girl.

Waiting for the perfect moment to strike... as she sees Eclaire walking forward without a care in the world, and that is when she strikes. Stepping forward and twists her body getting the added forward momentum, raising her right leg up and throws her signature Stardust kick right at the other woman head. If the kick lands, Thereisa will smirk and as a taunt to her opponent.

'Oh my, it seems that you are not cracked up to be in my Ring…OOOHOHOHOHOHO…' Doing the smug laugh back at her opponent looking down at her with smirk on her face.

[SisterSelect]

What Eclaire was expecting with her hands out like that? A contest of strength. An opportune moment to prove just how much more ludicrously powerful she was than this poor, weary mother who stumbled her way into the ring. What did she receive?

A boot to the head.
Rude.

Clearly, years of experience and tangling in the ring never taught this so-called veteran the meaning of etiquette! Really, the absolute nerve of some people! A lesson in discipline was in order! Along with a proper beating, and an Aspirin for this headache! A kick straight to the side of her head? It didn't exactly matter who was delivering it, that was going to hurt regardless! Though coming from the killer legs of this black widow? Eclaire was lucky her vision wasn't shaking! Though while it was nothing she couldn't recover from, Eclaire assured herself it must have done a number on her auditory. Every other sound was registering just fine, yet she could have sworn that this beautifully brutal guttersnipe was stealing her signature laugh. Surely it was just the deliriousness from the kick! There was no possible chance Thereisa had the incomprehensible nerve in order to do something like that of course. But in the case she did...

Eclaire took a single step back to plant her feet and maintain her balance. While she had been forced to look away from the impact of the kick, she slowly turned her face back around with an expression that was somewhere between "Already sick and tired" and "absolutely livid". Her right hand rose up as she began to lean back; going well over her shoulder with her hand open fingers tense. Twisting her body as far as it could go before unleashing a backhand chop from hell! Her hand would swing and be aiming for a clean, terrifying shot at Theresia's neck with all the force it could muster! If anything got in its path, it would surely be left wickedly sore!

[The Riders]

If it is one thing, Thereisa knows how to do very well. It is pissing off other wrestlers and getting into their heads and taking them out of their game and rhythm, and seeing the look on her opponent face just proved that Eclaire was going to try to get all kinds of revenge of her for getting kicked in the head.

The bad news is that is what she loves to do... Thereisa was made to be the perfect wrestler, battled tested and made for matches where she could show off her striking kicks and speed to overwhelm her opponents before putting them down with her finisher. 'OOOHOHOHOHOHO what wrong hmm?' she says in that smug tone. Even going so far as to copying with the younger woman pose and mannerism as well, bring her hand to the side of her face seeing the look of livid and anger coming from Eclaire as the other woman marches towards her and twists her body with her hand raised up.

“AAAAAAAGGHH!” Thereisa let out a pained scream as she stumbles backward due to taking the chop across the neck area, the spot turning red from how hard she was hit as she glares right back at the younger woman... before rushing forward planning on tackling the other woman down to the canvas.

[SisterSelect]

A bull charge? How unsightly. How undignified. How utterly...

"RIDICULOUS!" Eclaire did nothing short of roar as she took the entire brunt of Theresia's charge head-on! It was no easy feet by any means; any lesser woman would have had the air knocked clean out of them and been crushed thusly after by a gorgeous yet brutish amount of muscle. Eclaire on the other hand, well she came quite close to meeting that fate. The tackle had her stumbling back a few paces and even grinding boot to canvas just to withstand the charge. Her back arching to nearly form a "C" just to stop her from toppling! It was excruciating just to keep standing but all that pain, all that pressure, and all that righteous rage would come back swinging with a vengeance! That chop from before? Child's play! A mere love tap compared to what Eclaire had planned to lash back with!

The tycoon's hands shot out like twin rockets to shove Theresia just a little ways back; wanting her personal space before letting the rampage loose! Under any other circumstance, Eclaire would've done a far better job keeping her composure. The mocking was nothing new to her after all and she'd rather deal with some unruly banter from some uppity ill-mannered heel than a board meeting any day. That all said there was one thing nobody was allowed to even dream about ridiculing. Nobody, but noooobody.

Mocked THE laugh.

If there was one thing Eclaire took more pride in than her clothes, her hotel, and even the gift from God that was her hair, it was her melodious golden choir of a laugh. To her ears the birds could stand to learn the sheer beauty of her laughter, angels would weep if they came down from heaven to hear but one "oho", and the sun would rise each and every morning just to shine down the world's greatest spotlight on the tycoon so the world could revel in the morning melody that was her joy. So to see everything from the style to the posture mocked by this protein powder sniffing, poor man's excuse for a mother? It was enough to bring Eclaire's blood to a boil!

Now with both biceps burning to deliver a beating, Eclaire's right arm would come down with an overhead swing that had nothing less but her full weight behind it. Alternating arms, she would follow up with a thunderous step forward and her left arm swinging up until she was arching back once again! All to set up a right armed monster of a clothesline that would leave Eclaire balancing on just one leg from how much she traded balance for raw force! Whether Theresia was still in her path or not, the Tycoon was coming out swinging with a titanic, tenacious, triple barrage!

[The Riders]

Thereisa would frown, seeing that her bull rush tackle was stopped at the last minute. Seeing that Elcaire was able to tank the charge and keep her balance just shows the skills the other woman has when it comes to her strength, being able to stop a woman of Thereisa size with ease and even push the big woman back with a shove to give herself some space between them both.

Stumbling backwards herself from being shoved she was not able to put up a guard due to being caught flatfooted and not expecting with the rich woman was going to do next... but even Thereisa knew that she was going to take some offense from the spoiled rich girl but she didn't know what was about to happen to her seeing the enraged look on the big blond woman face that is heading her way with a quick lunge to close the distance between them.

One over head swing slams into the top of Thereisa head stunning her a bit... before the uppercut slams into her, face forcing the woman go to straight back up with her, head looking up at the lights above her from how hard she was hit.

But the worse was not over for the older woman as Elcaire barrage wasn't finished just yet, with Thereisa dazed and stunned her opponent took advantage and slammed a clothesline right into her chest making her flip in the air before crashing on the canvas in a heap on her stomach.

[SisterSelect]

Now the illustrious and perfect Eclaire Maitre would never kick a foe while they were down. Such a thing would be uncouth and unprofessional! Needlessly cruel and unladylike for such an elegant fighter like herself! So her flipping Theresia onto her back with the tip of her foot? That wasn't kicking the veteran while she was down. No, it was more...well there's no direct analogy for that but it certainly wasn't something so undignified! Neither was what followed, at least if kicking is the only attack looked down upon to a floored opponent. Does dropping the world's softest, cushiest, plumpest ass down on the angsty, washed-up woman's core with a senton drop count as something uncouth? Especially given Eclaire put all her weight into it and had quite the sinister grin as she still craved revenge for having her precious laugh mocked? Those were questions for later.

Having made a seat out of her foe, Eclaire crossed her legs and began leaning back with one hand planted on Theresia's bosom, and the other over her crotch. Making for quite the photoshoot for those armed with cameras upfront. This was absolutely going to end up on the front of some magazine if not a dozen! A position Eclaire would have loved to maintain but even her earlier beatdown and that wonderful hip drop wouldn't keep somebody this stubborn down for long. It didn't take a genius to know that if Cyber Widow was one thing, it was annoyingly durable. After all, how else would she manage to keep crawling back into the ring for another young, upcoming lass to wreck her again and again? Eclaire had to respect the tenacity at least...except she absolutely didn't give it was coming from somebody with the grace of a back alley thug. With the scowl that had plastered itself across Eclaire's face after the cameras had finished flashing, it was quite clear yes she was still irate from having her laugh mocked.

Her hand raised up and came flying down, palm careening at top speed until smacked Theresia hard across the cheek! The sound of which had many a viewer cringe as if they had felt the sting themselves. Made all the worse when Eclaire's hand came rushing back the other way for a backhand that snapped Theresia's head the other way. Followed by another forehand on the same cheek it had decked before! An alternating barrage of what anybody but Eclaire would call bitch slaps! Each one causing Eclaire's palm to grow redder and redder and the sounds echoing throughout the arena; at least until they were drowned out by, to nobody's surprise, "I understand imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but be a dear and never let my laugh ever slip from your lips ever again. Mocking or otherwise you dastardly upstart! Ufufufu...OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! OOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!"

Somebody was definitely getting tinnitus tonight.

The final slap had Eclaire reach back as far as she possibly could, even coming in with a buildup as her arm ached with tension and pressure before coming down like a rocket-powered pendulum! If she didn't leave a mark of her palm across Theresia's cheek from the sheer impact of that slap alone it would have been a miracle! It was only after that final, rather brutal smack that Eclaire finally got up. Not to her feet, but to a squat so she could remain by Theresia's side...and give her a dictionary-defining condescending grin until her foe rose up once more.