Eclaire Maître vs Touka Akan: A Splash in the Headlines!

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Last Woman Standing Match
Victory Conditions: Opponent fails to get up after a 10 count
The ring is located in the Maître Hotel Eclaire manages and has been heavily modified. There are no ropes, no turnbuckles, and the ring itself is surrounded by a small pool of water running 6 feet deep. There are various objects such as beach balls, floaties, water guns, and the like floating in the pool which are all completely available for use. There is both a diving board and a running waterslide to the left and right of the ring respectively. Both are 9 feet above the ground and are intended to be used for attacks.

This was it, the day had finally arrived. Months of bartering, haggling, debating, and just outright arguing had finally led to the moment Eclaire Maître had been oh so desperately waiting for since the day she first donned her leotard. She would finally get to host an official LAW match at her very own illustrious resort hotel! Now that this glorious day had come everything had to be perfect, nothing less would suffice for such a momentous occasion! This would be Eclaire's, no her hotel's finest hour!

The staff had prepared the custom ring in absolutely pristine condition! Everything from the bleachers to the waterslides was so clean one could see their reflection in them! The water was so clear that one could see the bottom in a single glance, which was also blindingly clean and polished! Not a single seat was empty with the staff having to bring in extras just to accommodate each and every lovely patron who came to witness true perfection this day. And of course, the ring itself was plastered with those lovely 3 letters that Eclaire had yearned to see atop it for what felt like centuries!

There was no need for a spotlight with the beaming through the windows, but everything else went into full throttle the second Eclaire was ready to make her appearance. The fog machine emulated a pleasant early morning mist, the pyrotechnics went ablaze and nothing short of a full live orchestra was playing for the manager's grand entrance! Eclaire herself however seemingly nowhere to be found. At least until an obscenely long ladder unfolded from the ceiling and right down to the ring's center. Not even a second after came the ever so infamous laugh...

"Ooohohohohohohoho!!!"

The Ruby Tycoon slid down the ladder in an overly theatrical spiral until gracing the mat with microphone in hand. Given the nature of the ring, she had donned her usual attire albeit swapped out her boots for ebony stirrups. Everything else had stayed the same as no less than her iconic attire would do for this match! Her rippling biceps, chiseled abs, and generous assets practically glowed with majestic radiance as the sun beamed down on her.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, my adoringly adorable guests and patrons! All of you precious darlings! I, the illustrious and immaculate Eclaire Maître, and my beautiful staff would like to personally welcome all of you...to the most fabulous day of your lives!!!"

Eclaire practically danced around the ring as the ladder she arrived on began to roll up. Embracing the deafening cheers and applause and rewards each and every viewer with a blown kiss, some onlookers even fainting from so much as a wink! Though most would presume this was Eclaire's method of killing time until her opponent showed up, in reality she was one hundred percent focused on the sound of praise over anything else!

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When she agreed to this match she didn't expect it to be in another setting entirely, but after being assured by LAW that this was sanctioned and safe Touka had been on her way to this other setting and dressed appropriately for what she was told it was about. When she arrived she was surprised that LAW had gotten a hotel rented out for a match and found herself navigating the setting and taking in the sights of the place, she had to admit it was a lovely building and clearly the person who owned it took pride in making it look comfortable and inviting. When she finally found her place she looked around at the ring sounded by a pool and with no ropes and and staff all around and one blonde who she was assuming she was her opponent. Touka adjusted the robe she had around her and slowly walked on the bridge separating the ring from the rest of the floor.

"So this isn't just a new setting. You own this place, must be nice to have something like this to your name." Touka admitted offering a hand to the girl who she assumed was Eclaire, that was hyping up the crowd as she came in. From the looks of her she was a fairly strong gal and one who would be a tough opponent to beat, but Touka was going to be trying her best and was still failry confident regardless.

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It wouldn't be enough to just take the simple act of a simple handshake and go about it simply enough. No that was far too...simple for Eclaire. Instead upon seeing her gorgeous, motherly foe take her place in the ring and offer a hand, there was only one thing suitable enough for such a performance: starting by pirouetting like a world-class ballerina to make her way over! A golden typhoon of perfectly coiffed ringlets spun in a beautiful array over towards Touka, stopping just moments before a collision with Eclaire seemingly ignoring the fact that she certainly should have been dizzy. Her fingers trailed down to the frills at her hips, pinching them as she went straight to a curtsey to greet her beautiful guest.

"I can tell you must be in awe at the splendor, the grandeur of the MAGNIFICENT crown jewel of the Maître Resort Hotels. All of it under my SUBERP care, naturally under my prestigious name no less! I'm SURE we can spare a moment to let you get adjusted darling. Go on, marvel to your heart's content! Ooohohohohoho!"

It was as if having her open palm just inches beneath her chin was pure muscle memory for whenever she went to laugh, doing it each and every time without fail. Somehow the combination of blaring crowd and blasting orchestra's paled in comparison to the overwhelming noise that was Eclaire's laugh; luckily for the sake of not giving the audience tinnitus, it only lasted a brief moment. Finally, Eclaire acknowledged Touka's outstretched hand, but instead of clasping it, she would instead rest her fingers under the mother's palm. Attempting to continue her classy greeting as she began to lean in, eager to try and kiss the back of violet-haired woman's hand.

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The fancy place was nothing to scoff at but it was rivaled by the locations host who seemed to be trying to be just as fancy as her abode, either by trying to live up to a reputation or simply because such a place could only be made by such an eccentric. Her spinning towards her caught Touka off guard but she didn't back up given the lack of malice coming from Eclaire, this was simply part of her entrance which she showed with her curtsey. Touka watched her liven up the room even more then it was before she grabbed her hand and placed her lips on it while making a proper introduction.

"Uhh...Yeah it is a nice place you have clearly done a lot to make it stand out and I can't wait to have a fun match in this setting." Touka said smiling at Eclair and letting her kiss her palm while she observed the place a bit more. The fact that it was such a lovely hotel made her wonder if Eclair intended to make this a common thing and this was just the first of many.

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Eclaire's small walk back to her corner shouldn't have taken as long as it did, but her insistence on stopping just about every other second to charm her adoring patrons with a wink or a kiss was adding what felt like months to the delay. Though even upon her arrival and as she spun around once more to face Touka, the was no sign of the bell ringing out to start the match. Because something as banal and droll as a simple bell wasn't enough for the sheer magnificence of this superstar's stage! Eclaire raised her hands and two claps were all it took to reveal an almost comically oversized bell the size of a gong not far off from where the band was playing. It took a young man with arms nearly the size of Eclaire's to lift the mallet in order to ring it! It came out as less of a ding and more of a...

GOOOOONG

Eccentric? Yes. A bit over the top? Absolutely. Should anything less have been expected? Nope! Despite having a guest over, Eclaire opted to make the first move. She yearned to make use of all the watertoys floating around the edges of the ring, and especially had quite the time imagining what she could make out of the divine board. But of course it was just too early to have that much fun. Now Eclaire was tempted to go on about her usual approach to a match: sashay with her hips swinging side to side in a slow, stead, seductive approach. Either waiting for her opponent to make the first move, or for her to close the gap and get her fingers wrapped around her foe's lovely figure. But who had time for that? Every second of this match had to be explosive! Eclaire made sure of that as she broke into more of a power walk over her usual strut. Whether Touka made the trip to meet her halfway was irrelevant to the tycoon, as she would regardless reach out with her left hand. Trying to aim for the Akan matriach's face in hopes of keeping her nice and still for a palm thrust to that oh so infamous Akan family midriff!

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Now the match had finally started...after a loud gong that nearly made the matriarch jump in surprise when she heard it. She should know that something like this would go over the top in everything but she got over the surprise pretty quickly once she saw Eclaire start to move towards her in an equally dramatic fashion. It seemed everything she did was for the effect, she would get along well with many of the women Touka knew who loved those aesthetics and flair. She would try to meet her in the middle to lock up, but Eclaire wasn't interested in that and quickly grabbed her head before throwing her palm into Touka's belly.

"Ngghh!" Touka gasped when her abs were struck by a firm palm strike. Her body had jumped back as much as it could after the strike and with Eclaire holding her head she was still close and open for a follow up, which she would be more prepared for but knew would still hurt a lot. She would try to stay straightened up and aim for a palm strike of her own but instead of Eclaire's abs would try to strike her chest.

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Now Eclaire didn't quite get the appeal behind brutal blows to the belly at first. The appeal behind the flair and technique of wrestling was easy to follow, but what specifically about driving a strike into a stomach, be it rock hard or soft as tissue, was so mouthwatering that a good chunk of her staff before the match was raving for it done to this lovely mother here? Understanding of course wasn't really necessary. So long as her beloved workers were satisfied that was all that mattered. Of course though now that her palm was making an indent in those firm abs Touka was showing off, the appeal became a tad more clear. Hearing the air rush out, watching the body bend from the might of the blow, all while knowing it was due to her own hand? Well maybe there was something behind this little kink after all! Something Eclaire was curious enough to further explore...after she winced and closed a single eye as Touka's own palm cemented itself on her chest.

Did Touka just cop a feel? Did this elegant and refined mother just try to take a firm grasp of Eclaire's bountiful bosom? Eclaire didn't know if she was more hurt or more insulted by the counterattack. Sure they were fighting in swimsuits but what a lack of decency! The wince turned into a mildly frustrated glare as Eclaire's grip on Touka's head was released. That arm quickly went to cover Eclaire's chest, and the look on her face made it clear as crystal that insulted was winning over hurt. "Mrs. AKAN! Have you no shame?!"

Now it probably would've been more polite to actually give Touka a chance to answer but Eclaire wasn't about to give that courtesy. Instead both her arms reached back as far as they could, for a moment lost in the glorious cape that was her hair, before coming back at an alarming speed! A pincer moment with both open palms aiming for Touka's cheeks! An incoming calamitous clap would soon ring out, and if Eclaire had her way then the echoing sound it was soon to make would be defeaning with Touka's head caught in between!

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Touka's palm strike hit Eclaire dead on, smashing the boob it actually hit but not getting the big hit she wanted. While Eclaire felt hurt she was a pretty hard rock wall who ended up taking the hit fairly well, but something else bothered her about what Touka did. Her eyes when she was free told her that she was bothered by the chest strike and actually thought that Touka was trying to grope her boob. Obviously that surprised Touka, since that kind of thing was the farthest from her mind given the girl seemed to be younger than her oldest daughter or at least around the same age.

"I hit you back, it's not like I grabbed anyth-Agggh!" Touka's screamed as her words were stopped by Eclaire's clap attack. The blonde brought her arms back all the way into her hair before bringing them back at Touka and closing them around Touka's head and hitting her right on the cheeks. The hard hitting double clap flattened her face and sent shock waves through her ear to her brain and back out from both sides. Her balance was lost and Touka stumbled away from Eclaire like she was trying to stay up but had forgotten how to stand.

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Goodness, the nerve of some people! In Eclaire's own place of business no less! Now, where was she? Oh right, mesmerizing the public with the utmost beauty and grace! With Eclaire having literally clapped back at Touka with the force a master sumo wrestler would be proud of, leaving the Akan matriarch looking as if she had two shots of tequila too many before stepping into the ring. Now the polite thing to do with somebody so clearly intoxicated, even off slaps, would be to guide them to somewhere safe where they can rest. And Eclaire, being the most perfect hosting hostess to ever host, would do just that! Taking a firm grasp of one of Touka's wrists, before twirling around and taking her for a quick spin or three with an Irish Whip! "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you...to LEAVE!".

Oh how Eclaire hated to see her guests go...but how she loved to watch them leave! Even as Touka stumbled towards the ringside pool, the sight of her wonderful body was just splendid! Those mature back muscles and toned rear, all highlighted with that two-piece doing wonders! Oh but staring so blatantly, how rude! How unprofessional! This poor damsel couldn't be expected to walk back all alone in a state like that! Heavens, she was barely going straight to begin with! Eclaire didn't usually break into a sprint but this was an emergency! She kicked off and went top speed in the total opposite direction until she reached the bank of the ring. Feet digging into the canvas as she whipped around and jettisoned back towards Touka now with a full running start!

Thankfully the floor wasn't soaked just yet; therwise Eclaire would've been slipping on her way down the canvas with how much speed she was kicking up. Granted she didn't need to try so hard to outpace somebody more likely than not to trip over themselves, but when did the Ruby Tycoon put anything less than her all into a task? The pair were now mere steps away from the untouched waters and Eclaire braced herself as she took a huge breath in! Just before reaching the bank, she spun around to face Touka and raised an arm! Aiming to catch Touka's neck and coil her bicep around it, and if she succeeded, try and DDT the mother into a oceanic plunge!

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Eclaire's anger and surprise was eccentric as the rest of her, before Touka could claim innocence to copping a feel she was pulled in closer to follow up with Eclaire escorting her out of the ring by spinning her around and Irish whipping her towards the edge of the ring where the pool was waiting for her. Touka ran towards the edge trying to stop herself from being pushed out entirely, but unable to compel her legs to stop until she nearly tripped from the way the ring shook. Touka caught herself and with her speed reduced was able to stop herself from plummeting outside the ring. "Whew.." Touka muttered, thinking she was safe....until she heard the sound of quick footsteps coming closer. Touka turned around only to see Eclair right on her, running in close and jumping up to grab her head and turn her right back towards the outside. Turning a bulldog attempt into a DDT, both of them were sent right outside and into the cold water of the pool.

"Bllhhmmm!" Touka gasped, able to shut her mouth but still wanting to scream despite being under water. She went from completely dry to soaking wet in an instant, with the only saving grace being that the sudden splash meant the shock to her skin faded quickly. Touka struggled aimlessly under water, to figure out up from down before she finally started to get a picture in her head and head back to the surface. She emerged and exhaled before shaking the water out of her eyes. "That was a tad extreme for an exit." Touka said before she looked around her. "Hmm? Lady Eclaire? Where are you?" Touka asked, noticing that Eclaire wasn't around her, at least not yet.