Victory Conditions: Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout.
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Cersei was in a bad mood. When Cersei was in a bad mood, everyone around her was in a bad mood, and since Bast was invariably within shouting distance of her sister…
She’d been raging all day, ever since she heard who their opponent for the night was. Apparently, LAW management had responded to Cersei’s demands for competition by serving them up a match against some fresh rookie - while they didn’t know too many specifics about the woman, it hardly mattered as far as Bast’s sister was concerned. She just saw it as a slap in the face - someone unworthy, another wrestler far beneath the level she wanted them to be at. She was never the sort to exercise patience. When she wanted something, she wanted it now, and right now she wanted nothing less than to be at the top of the heap.
It was impatience, it wasn’t going to get them anywhere, and Bast would’ve told her sister as much if she thought she would listen.
”Slow down.” Bast took longer steps than usual as they made their way down the ramp to keep up with her sister, as the smaller woman came stomping down towards the ring for their match, moving remarkably fast for a woman in high heels. ”The ring isn’t going anywhere.”
Cersei groaned, but she did bring the pace down a notch, enough for Bast to keep up and the two of them to move side by side, looking like the unit they were supposed to be. ”I just want to get this done. If management isn’t going to take us seriously, I don’t see the reason we have to put any effort into this.”
There was no ‘we’ in this - Bast would be doing all the fighting while Cersei hung outside the ring, barking orders. But, again, she wanted to keep the peace, so it didn't serve her to point that out. Instead, she chose to keep her mouth shut and just enjoy her , letting it help her focus as she came rolling into the ring.