Fur vs Fang - Another Tale In The Old Time Saga (Sybil [D] vs Sonata Moon)

[DSX93]

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Match Type: 20 Minute Ironperson Match, with an additional Last Person Standing stipulation.
Victory Conditions: Scoring the most Pinfalls, Submissions, or 10 second KO's within twenty minutes.
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Sybil

"Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves..."

Sybil sat alone in gorilla position. Legs crossed, their back against the wall. Whispering that chant in a husky voice that hadn't been chosen for themselves.

"What prompts this inane chanting, Charlie?"

Their voice came out in a regular conversational tone. The other was quick to reply, in a hushed manner...

"Shh! Quiet down! I'm trying to boot up this body. You guys are letting her look all dead! We can't go out there like this! W-w-w-what if-"

Their body tensed, hands gripping nervously at their knees. And then...their muscles relaxed.

"Sleep. You need not worry. You have seen the stories told by the moving pictures. You know: The mortals have embraced us."

Sybil turned towards those few crew members who hadn't taken their cue from the others to give them a wide berth. The conversation clued them in quick, prompting a smile.

It was pretty stereotypical, bordering on Fish Malk territory, but Emilia couldn't resist. It was fun to mess with them like this.

"The fates have not arranged for us to meet oblivion on this night."

Hearing the hum of the smoke machines and the crowd growing livelier told her that it was time.

Sybil crawled on all fours, their form being enveloped by the thick smoke that filled the stage. The arena had gone dark, save for the stage area that was lit red when a

At its end, the light on the stage would turn blue, spreading to the rest of the arena, simulating the darkness of night.

A broken cemetery, bleeding hearts buried...

Sybil's form rose from beneath the depths of the smoke. Slowly. Head hanging low, body hunched forward, drooping. After a couple unsteady steps, they stumbled, being barely able to catch themselves. They continued on this way until they reached the ramp, at which point their legs would find strength, and with that strength came balance. After short walk, they would stop, eyes wide with confusion and fear, head whipping about as though they were tracking something. Looking for something that they couldn't see, but knew was there.

And then they shut their eyes tight, baring their fangs at they gritted their teeth, hands clutching at either side of their head as they proceeded on.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is a twenty minute Ironperson match, with an additional Last Person Standing stipulation! Introducing first, standing at five feet and four inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds, fighting out of Parts Unknown...! Syyybiiiiilll!"

After a short while of this, their hands would slowly leave their head, and their eyes would open. Wide again, but not as erratic as before. There was a look of realization within them. Understanding, like a puzzle had finally been solved. They turned to a random audience member and made another stop to approach her. With eyes that were no longer the size of saucers, but full of curiosity now, they casted a steady gaze at her with an accompanying tilt of the head, seeming to be...reading her. Her reaction was right in the ballpark of what Emilia wanted: Freaked, stepping into her equally freaked out boyfriend's arms.

Sybil's head slowly turned towards the ring, the path of which they'd continue on, leaving the couple alone. Their eyes were focused now, not a hint of that earlier struggle on their face. With a brief running start, they leapt onto the apron, nodding their head in affirmation of...something. Something said that only they could hear. And then they stepped in between the ropes and into the ring, running again into a leap into a corner, one foot landing on the top rope and the other on the second. A bright, lively, and sinister smile exposed their fangs as they leaned forward, surveying the crowd.

Satisfied, they stripped off their coat and tossed it to the side, leaving them in the tight leather corset and shorts that showed off their toned, curvy physiques quite well, and left the corner with a backflip, turning to the stage after landing.

[Hagen-Autem]

Sonata Moon would be backstage watching her opponent's grand entrance from the corner of her eye, needless to say, a part of her wondered if she had to beat that performance as a defence mechanism to ignore the fear that a wrestler with that degree of preparation in an insertion would otherwise cause her.

Not really, she couldn't even match such a presentation, as they hadn't prepared anything so elaborate as to encourage her gimmick.

"I...well." She gave up, slumping her shoulders. She wasn't talking to anyone in particular, nothing more than she was in the locker room, giving up before stepping into the ring so to speak. But puffing herself up with a lot of air, she came to her senses.

Maybe she can't win, but she'll put on a good show! After all, she has to make up for her loss of popularity for her poor treatment of her previous opponent, Hakuno.

Pulling on her sleeveless hoodie, she took one last look at herself in the mirror before leaving to head to Gorilla's position. Where she would be inhaling and sighing heavily, exuding her nerves by bouncing in place with her arms glued to her sides, as the announcer summons her.


"And introducing second, weighing 51.2 kg and standing 165 cm tall, the cutest letter in the pub...Sonata MOOOOOOOON!!!"

The Ash Bunny came through the black curtain leaping with her arms in the air and pointing to the night sky, receiving plenty of verbal love from her fans and those who didn't.

The tender jobber, as some cruelly refer to her, pranced across the top ramp, shaking hands that stretched out on either side of the ramp towards her. She tried to move forward by sliding back and forth to meet the hands of almost everyone. And when she was in front of the ring apron, the Ash Bunny inserted herself into the ring by sliding her chest, waist, and hips under the bottom rope, rubbing her soft body on the canvas before rising, standing on one knee before rising up on her feet, sweetly and continuing to prance around the centre of the ring to keep her spirits up for the fun, even if the match looks cruel and painful.

She was well aware that, maybe, perhaps, possibly, it could be, that a Last Woman Standing match is a favourite match to see cuties like her in trouble, and Sybil was the kind of girl who seemed to be willing to indulge that cruel side of entertaining, but what she didn't know was that Sonny was willing to be cruel as well.

The cutie stopped in front of her corner and rested her hands on her knees, looking intently at Sybil and waiting for the bell to ring. Looking at how pretty Sybil looked was a good distraction from the fear that someone with her looks would generate in any cute little bunny like Sonny. Maybe it's part of Sonata's strategy to enjoy this tough match early and not be overwhelmed by panic. Even open to retaliate with the same level of malice.

[DSX93]

The entire time, Sybil just stood there and observed. When the Ash Bunny was in the ring, they would give their head slow tilts from side to side, as though they were inspecting a new life form. They stepped forward with a neutral posture -- no aggression in their body language -- eyes unblinking, like they just needed to get a closer look. And they would get no closer than the ring's center before the referee held out an arm to stop them, looking every bit as unsettled as Emilia had intended Sonata to be. With a blank countenance, their head turned slowly, like a monster on film giving the audience their first look at its face.

Emilia wasn't quite sure how to react from here. Sybil was the one character who hadn't been finished yet; she could never decide exactly what she wanted them to be as a person. But then again, as the amalgamation of sorts that is The Nexus, she supposed that was missing the point.

One thing she did want Sybil to be from the very beginning, however, was disturbing. And to that end, she decided to channel Vince Masuka's

, regarding the referee with a smile that bared their fangs. It was an easy job that made him put a few steps worth of distance between the two.

"Okay. Guess that means you're ready." He then turned to Sonata. "Are you ready?" Taking that look in her eyes and the way she stood as confirmation enough, he didn't wait for an answer. "Fight!" The need to get away from that freak standing to the side of him had taken precedence, even more so when he was treated to more of Sybil's "laughter", of which the tickled Emilia needed to make an effort to keep it from straying too far away from Masukaville.

Sybil's attention returned to their opponent when the bell was rung. "Ho there, Leporid of Flames' Waste!" A friendly smile crossed their face as they took a stance and held out their arms, fingers spread. "Do you not hear the song? It calls for us to join together for the age old dance of Who Shall Overcome!"