A New Enemy Emerges! — Katja Archangelais [D] vs Cléophée Ysé

[Bearhug Goddess]

Unlike her opponent who was going to have her debut match tonight, Cléophée's career continued to impress and attract the curiosity of the spectators. The young lightweight was indeed an Ysé, despite a rather difficult start to her career by stringing together 5 draws, the little Ysé stringing together victories since her 6th match. Everything seemed to shine in the Frenchwoman who had an almost perfect career, enough for some wrestlers to want to make her taste her first defeat.

But Cléophée no longer felt the pressure, to be honest, she had never had as much confidence in herself as tonight. She was one of the most formidable lightweights and the most appreciated by the crowd. While she was in the locker room, sitting on her bench, the Frenchwoman closed her eyes and crossed her arms while listening to the entrance of her opponent who seemed rather talkative. A smile appeared on her face, a smile that was plotting something mischievous but above all a lot of fun.

Oh yes, she was going to show tonight that she was much better than a newbie who only knew how to talk.

Cleophee

Theme

She stood up when she was called and walked towards the ramp with a big smile. While Katja had just finished her speech, the French theme started and no one showed up on the ramp. As usual, Cleophée waited for the vocals of her theme to start to finally show up on stage, walking to the rhythm of the music with a big smile on her lips.

The audience, who were rather silent with Katja, were noisy when they saw Cleophée appear. The French girl had a gift for pleasing people, she even seemed to encourage the spectators to dance and sing with her. But unlike usual, Cleophée didn't walk to the ring but to the commentators' table, grabbing a microphone while winking at one of the commentators before resuming her walk to the ring.

Her theme gradually stopped as she greeted the audience in the ring and after a small exchange of glances, she raised the microphone to her lips. Cleophée was a babyface but her idols and inspirations, her mother and her big sister, were heels. She couldn't help but provoke her opponents and inform on them and although Katja was new, she had things to say.

"My poor and sweet Katja... Why are you barking so loud ?~"

The Frenchwoman laughed lightly and gestured with her finger to ask Katja to come down and join her in the center of the ring so she could walk around her, continuing to look her up and down to analyze her opponent's body and muscles.

"You're still nobody in this league, or anywhere else for that matter.~ Why do you try to humiliate people who are much better than you? Why do you try to be so mean?... I know why!~"

"You're just trying to convince yourself! That's why you don't impress anyone and why you look like a little chihuahua that barks and shows its fangs!~ My poor Katja, you're so ridiculous!~"

Little Ysé had a big smile on her face and kept a straight posture, showing how much taller and more impressive she was to look down on Katja.

"But you make me sad... Yes, it makes me sad to have to humiliate a woman like you and break all your credibility and dreams tonight!~"

[Monsy]

Of course they’d get a loud reaction, because they didn’t know the respect to command total quiet on a -single- WORD! Nor any words. All Cleo had was swinging hips, smiling faces all around and a good look with the legs of a model. You know, second place to her own gloriously evil body, her hips and her smiling face. But Katja, with her crossed arms and shit-eating grin, watching, could acknowledge a silver medal loser.

In a foot-tapping, head-nodding, silently stewing kind of way. And then, Cleo got on the mic and called her forward. Naturally, she wouldn’t let a hero make her look silly, so she obliged and came forward. She looked up, first smug, then steadily less and less amused as she was bullied for her height and theatrics. Ridiculous. The muscles on her neck flexed, holding in the itch to just shout: RIDICULOUS?!

"HMPH!" Her head turned to the side. “I’ll have you know, that my act is officially the coolest one in town. Everybody knows that. I'm also bigger than the average shorty in spandex!” She said, thumb to her chest and a small glare in her eye. “And I just got here.” Now she pointed at Cleo’s face. “So who you callin’ Chihuahua when you haven’t even seen me in action?! HUH?!” She became smug, then crossed her arms. “Thought so, miss heartsy pants. You're a real jerk.” And concluded her point after consulting anyone.

Then snickered.

“But I'm the villain here, so remember that.”

And finally, she pulled back her fist, said, “It's me!” Before throwing it directly towards Cleo’s latex-clad belly!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cleophée had met many female wrestlers by now and although she was a little surprised to come across women who played the villains... She didn't know why people liked this kind of person, it was also the kind of roles that were attributed to her mother and her big sister but unlike them, Cleophée was considered a heroine. She seemed so angelic, so pure, so kind and so caring for an Ysé that one could almost forgive her the many times she tried to torture her opponents.

She let her opponent speak, everyone deserved to speak and give their answer! She listened carefully to Katja who seemed a little irritated by the Frenchwoman's words, but above all, she ended her answer with a well-placed punch on the stomach of little Ysé who sighed in pain and leaned forward slightly!

"Oof !.."

Cléophée had both hands on her stomach, she sighed in pain and the public began to show their discontent with this unfair act and against the rules, the match had not yet started and the referee began to approach the two wrestlers to end their discussion until Cléophée stopped her by raising her hand.

"Mhh.. Not bad little chihuahua.."

The White Giantess still seemed a little in pain, at least, she let it show on the outside by keeping her body leaning forward and one of her hands stuck to her stomach. But deep down, Cléophée was already no longer in pain, to be honest she had even already put things into perspective! She had taken much more powerful blows than that and a heroine should never let herself be defeated by villains!

"But.."

Cleophée didn't finish her sentence, she pivoted to the side while raising one of her legs to execute a simple but fast vengeful Side Kick against Katja's stomach so that this match could start fairly.

"... I cannot lose against a ridiculous evil chihuahua !~"

[Bearhug Goddess]

It wasn't the first time someone tried to attack the young Ysé before the match started and the French girl, although she was a face, it was always forbidden in return. Cléophée looked at her opponent and looked down on her, she was used to being rather friendly and provocative towards her opponents but this time it would be different, she was going to teach a good lesson to this villain who thought she could do anything!

She kept her hands on her hips, watching her opponent in front of her continue to growl words and spit her hatred towards the French girl. Cléophée simply rolled her eyes and let the referee intervene who very clearly asked the two wrestlers to return to their corners. Cléophée complied, immediately turning her back on her opponent and walking towards her corner... Until she heard the chihuahua bark again.

"Mhh?"

Cleophée quickly turned around to do Katja a new trick, noticing the little lightweight running after her with her arms slightly raised... The fight was going to take place on the ground, that was for sure, but Cleophée didn't back down. On the contrary, she let herself be pinned to the ground by her opponent, taking the Spear but for a good reason. As her body began to fall to the canvas, the Frenchwoman let her feet land on her opponent's stomach to stretch them out when her back hit the mat, countering Katja's Spear with a Monkey Flip!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cleophée was now used to fighting women smaller than her but aggressive, it was even the kind of wrestler who gave her the most trouble at the beginning, but she trained since then and like all Ysé, she should never make the same mistakes twice... Even if making a mistake could be shameful for them.

She straightened up and turned behind her to see the noisy chihuahua in a rather... Unprecedented position. The kind of pose that Cleophée could only dream of in her dreams, one that only happened once every thousand matches! Without realizing it, the Frenchwoman licked her lips in excitement at the idea of ​​knowing how she was going to take a picture to immortalize this scene!

The Frenchwoman approached her opponent to climb the ropes next to Katja, finding herself standing on the corner of the ring while posing for the spectators. The flashes were numerous but they were even more so when she jumped to land on her two feet... But on Katja's buttocks! Cleophée even allowed herself to pose at this moment, clenching her fists by bringing them closer to her chest and winking in front of her, taking the best pose for the camera in front.