Where Legacies Meet - Cléophée Ysé vs Yutani Oshima

[DropKix]

Match type: Standard
Victory conditions: Pinfall, Submission, Knockout, Disqualification

Backstage, just beyond the curtain, Yutani Oshima watches the monitor with arms folded and gaze steady. The flickering screen shows the ring, the crowd, the anticipation simmering across the arena. She knows the name Ysé carries weight in LAW. Eyes gravitate to it. It comes with pride, pedigree, and history already inked into the league’s books. A history her family's not yet in. Not yet. But tonight is about more than one match. It’s about severing the root before it grows any deeper. So let this little girl Cléophée carry her mother’s pride and her sister's precence, either way Yutani’s going to wring it all from her spine and leave it in the dirt.

The lights in the arena drop suddenly, casting everything in silence and pitch. Then, a thunderous boom shakes the speakers with a single, concussive taiko drumbeat that rolls through the arena and into her entrance theme

Entrance Theme - Golden Bloodline

The screen above the ramp flares to life, displaying the Oshima clan’s golden kamon on a field of crimson and black. When the curtain parts, Yutani Oshima steps through, framed in crimson light and a rising mist of dry ice. She stands alone, but she brings the weight of centuries with her.

Her robe trails behind her, deep black with streaks of gold that shimmer beneath the arena lights like lacquered armor. Her silver-white hair bobs freely from her head, adorned with red lacquered pins that gleam in the limelight of the arena. The crowd reacts immediately, a mixture of awe and uncertainty. There’s a gravity to her that bends attention, whether they want to look or not. Yutani walks slowly down the ramp. No wasted movement, no fanfare. Her eyes stay locked ahead, unmoving. Focused.

Yutani Oshima

At ringside, she shrugs the robe off her shoulders, letting it slide from her arms like a serpent’s skin. Beneath it, she wears her signature gear: a black open-belly leotard trimmed in blood-red and golden thread, the Oshima clan sigil stitched over her kneepads with pride. She climbs the steel steps slowly, places a hand on the top rope, and enters the ring with the effortless grace of someone who owns the ground she walks on. She moves to the center, folds out her arms with the grace of an Empress as she finally basks in the loud but mixed reception of the crowd, her body language quiet but coiled.

Finally, she makes her way to her corner and patiently await as the music dies down. There’s no need to say a word. The arena knows exactly who she is, and who she’s about to dismantle.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Despite a rather difficult start at LAW, Cléophée remained undefeated. She still hadn't lost a match after many months, and spectators were beginning to appreciate the White Giantess not only for her name but also for her charisma and strength. Even though she was a lightweight surrounded by a family of heavyweights, the little Frenchwoman had shown that she was strong enough to stand up to even heavyweights... And tonight, a bigger challenge awaited her.

Yutani Oshima, a matriarch so powerful, recognized that even Aliénor, Cléophée's mother, had her sights set on her. It was going to be a difficult fight, but not impossible; after all, Cléophée's goal was to stand proudly alongside her powerful mother and older sister. She warmed up quickly, letting her music play for a few seconds before finally appearing on the ramp as the lyrics began.

Cleophee

Theme

As usual, Cléophée danced to the rhythm of her theme, moving her hips from left to right and walking towards the ring with a big smile. The spectators were particularly noisy when they saw the White Princess on stage, and it always pleased Cléophée to see that she was supported by many fans.

After a minute, the Frenchwoman finally entered the ring, showing how flexible and powerful her legs were, doing a split to get under the rope and simply getting up with the strength of her legs, keeping her hands on her hips. She ended her entrance with a wink to the camera and finally looked at her opponent.

It was the first time she had faced someone taller than her; after all, no lightweight was her size, and only certain middleweights could be... She simply smiled, a smile full of excitement and gratitude. Cleo was eager to see what she was capable of now, and she didn't intend to hold back in this match. But first, she stepped to the center of the ring and extended her hand forward for a wrist-lock with her opponent.

"It's an honor to be in the same ring as you, Lady Oshima. I can't wait to beat you !"

[DropKix]

Yutani Oshima watched in silence as the youngest Ysé made her entrance. The mindless crowd adored it. They drank in her charisma, the vitality in her limbs, the girlish charm dressed up as showmanship. But to Yutani, it was hollow. A performance, not a discipline. Every hip-tossed sway felt like a slap in the face to the path she herself had carved in this sport through blood, sweat, and quiet ruthlessness. Wrestling was not a stage, it was a battlefield. Sure, the girl had talent, her record thus far was proof enough of that. But she hadn’t learned yet that true dominance wasn’t in being loved, it was in being feared.

As Cléophée approached and extended her hand with that wide, beaming grin, Yutani stepped forward at last, her pace slow, deliberate. Her boots touched down heavily against the canvas, each step a silent pronouncement. Her expression didn’t shift, but her eyes were sharp, honed in on the younger woman with the scrutiny of a hawk watching something flutter just within talon’s reach.

Cléophée’s words came with almost comical earnestness.

Yutani stopped just a breath away, towering slightly over her. She stared at the girl’s outstretched hand for a moment longer, letting the air between them tighten. Then, she answered, voice low and velvety, laced with something cool and caustic. “You are not ready to beat me,” she murmured, voice sinking just above a whisper. “You are barely ready to survive me.”

And with that, she finally seized the wrist, and stepped forward into the collar-and-elbow tie-up. As if on cue, the referee swung their arm between them, initiating hte start of the match!

DING! DING! DING!

Yutani surged into the contact, her body pressing forward with quiet, suffocating authority. One hand gripped the nape of Cléophée’s neck, the other twisted beneath the smaller woman’s arm, pulling her close with no space left to breathe. Her posture was immaculate, shoulders squared, legs anchored, her core tense with subtle, unshakable strength. She didn’t try to throw Cleo down right away. That would come later. For now, she only pressed, leaning in, letting her opponent feel the slow, inevitable crush of power. Not flashy. Not explosive. Just overwhelming. A heavyweight’s lesson taught not yet with violence, but with control.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Even though Yutani was much taller, much heavier, much stronger, and much older than Cléophée, the Frenchwoman remained unfazed and even provoked her opponent with a big smile on her face. This didn't seem to surprise or impress Yutani, who continued to look at little Ysé seriously, forcing Cléophée to sigh in return before putting herself on guard, both hands raised to shoulder level.

The match was about to begin any second, and like any heavyweight, Yutani would surely want to start this match with a test of strength. Obviously, Cléophée knew she was at a disadvantage in this kind of situation because of her weight and size, but also because of her strength. She was very strong for a lightweight, but 180 lbs was the limit Cléophée was capable of lifting... She absolutely mustn't tire herself out right from the start of the match!

DING DING DING

The match began, and as expected, Yutani lunged at the Frenchwoman, grabbing her neck and arm. Despite her speed, the White Giantess let it happen, hiding a smile on the corner of her lips, then grabbed her opponent's collar, letting herself be pushed backward.

"Sorry, but..."

As she retreated several steps and was only a few steps away from finding herself against the ropes, Cléophée jumped up and used her flexibility to wrap her thighs around one of Yutani's arms and neck, squeezing it with all her ropes while releasing her opponent's collar to grab her trapped arm and press her thumb against her forearm to immobilize it. She would remain upside down for a few seconds, but it would be enough to show that a lightweight knew how to bare her teeth!

"... I never agreed to this little contest!"

[DropKix]

One could hardly be surprised as Yutani's overbearing might forced Cleo to slowly give up ground. One step. Then another. Her heels flirted with the edge of the ropes. The crowd swelled as if sensing the trap about to close, the imminent domination of a heavyweight upon her prey.

No, surprise would come in another form as Cleo's thighs suddenly coiled around her neck like silk turned snares. The Frenchwoman’s legs were whipcord taut, and her sudden aerial maneuver had enough leverage to wrench Yutani slightly off her rooted stance. The younger Ysé was flexible, light, and far too eager to bare her teeth like a cub trying to impress a lioness.

Hanging there, upside down like some alabaster orchid, Cleo squeezed her limbs around Yutani’s throat and arm, fingers smartly digging toward pressure points to immobilize the limb. Yutani’s brow twitch at the startling move, but her body remained curiously still. Her core stayed grounded, legs braced, neck tensed against the pressure. Her pulse beat hot under Cléophée’s thighs, but her breath came slow, practiced, as though she were simply enduring the sting of a mosquito on her temple rather than a submission attempt meant to humble her.

With a grunt of exertion, Yutani adjusted her footing and began to rise. her hand shifted to the small of her back, cradling the lightweight's body in her free hand. As Cleo hung delicately in the balance, Yutani attempted to hoist her fully upward, reversing the teasing display into one of dominance. Unless the the Frenchwoman released the hold, she would soon find herself crashing down back to earth with a devastating powerbomb!

[Bearhug Goddess]

The match seemed like a David versus Goliath match, but the Frenchwoman had more than one trick up her sleeve. After all, she was taking her opponent seriously, even going so far as to imagine herself fighting her mother... with arms as big as her big sister's... But that was just to show how seriously she was fighting compared to usual! She couldn't afford a relaxed start to the match that would humiliate and tire her opponent.

Cléophée's grip was perfect; her thighs were powerful enough to crush her opponent's face and perhaps even strangle her, while her hands were focused on completely immobilizing Yutani's arm. It was a perfect demonstration of dominance, especially for the start of a match, showing everyone in the audience that a Ysé could indeed dominate her opponents without using force!

But the world wasn't as pretty, and Yutani still had three other members free. Since Cleophée wasn't heavy enough to force her opponent to stay on the ground, the White Giantess found herself half-surprised when she was lifted into the air. She knew what was coming... And she was already preparing for the pain.

"Uh-oh... OOOFF!..."

Cleophée released Yutani on impact, groaning in pain before rolling onto her side to get as close to the ropes as possible in case the worst happened. The difference in strength was enormous, enough to take the Frenchwoman's breath away... But this match wasn't impossible to win!

[DropKix]

Yutani stood tall above her smaller foe, her chest rising with slow, deliberate breaths. She didn’t follow up immediately. She didn’t need to. The damage had been done. Let the girl feel the weight of her own ambition pressed into her spine. Her eyes flicked down toward the slumped figure rolling to safety, the cowardly retreat drawing a slow smirk to the Shoguness’s lips.

The Shoguness soon turned and followed. Her stride was long and elegant, not rushed but unrelenting, like a tide moving inland. She reached the Frenchwoman just before she could reach the ropes, one boot sweeping forward to cut off her escape with a sharp stomp just beside the shoulder, close enough to be a startling warning, but not yet an attack.

Lowering herself beside her downed opponent, Yutani reached out and gripped the back of Cleo’s neck, her fingers threading into the pale strands of snow-white hair. She tugged the girl upward, enough to drag her to her knees, enough to remind her that she didn’t get to retreat so easily.

“You’ll learn something tonight, little Ysé,” she murmured, her breath brushing warm against flushed skin. “No matter how clever your technique, legacy is built on pain.”

And with that, she pulled Cleo to her feet, guiding her upright in a cruel mockery of tenderness. One hand still tangled in her hair, the other slipping around her wrist, Yutani twisted her body and flung Cleo toward the nearest corner with a sharp Irish whip. The ropes screeched as the Frenchwoman was sent racing across the canvas, her frame careening toward the turnbuckles with the kind of velocity only a true powerhouse could generate.

The moment Cleo's back hit the pads, Yutani was already moving, breaking into a sprint that belied her size. Her hair swept behind her like a battle banner, and her body moved with an elegant, terrifying purpose, closing in fast with the full force of her momentum behind her. If Cleo couldn’t move, couldn’t react, she’d soon find herself caught in a crushing corner lariat, one that would fold her smaller frame beneath Yutani’s weight and leave her breathless once again!

[Bearhug Goddess]

The difference in strength and style was clear: Cléophée couldn't win with brute force... But she could win by using all the resources available in the ring. She then tried to approach the ropes to grab them, knowing that this would limit many of her opponent's moves thanks to the rope break, but before she could grab the ropes, a weight stopped her: Yutani's, crushing the Frenchwoman's back!

"Uh-oh..."

Cléophée was like a defenseless kitten in front of Yutani, completely helpless and forced to follow her opponent's demands and wishes. She found herself lifted by the back of her neck, literally like a kitten after doing something stupid, and was forced to listen to her opponent's lecture before being thrown against the corner of the ring.

"Hah!... Nghh..!"

Her neck and back ached from the impact, but at least she was free now. She turned around to face Yutani and feigned a tired and defenseless look, obviously exaggerating the pain and fatigue she was feeling. Her goal was simple: to make the heavyweight drop her guard and then use the ropes beside her to lift herself up and raise her legs as high as possible before delivering a heel strike to the head of her opponent who would then speed forward for the lariat!

[DropKix]

The moment Cléophée hit the turnbuckles, Yutani believed she had her cornered and ripe for the crushing.

She surged forward, every heavy stride reverberating through the canvas like the drums of war. Her arms stretched wide, poised to deliver the kind of lariat that would fold the girl in half and bury her in the corner. The audience could see it coming, and so could Cléophée... or so she thought.

At the last second, Yutani noticed it, just a flicker of tension in the girl’s posture. Her hands gripped the ropes, not for support, but with intent. The wilted expression vanished, replaced by sharp focus. Yutani recognized the shift too late. The heel came up fast and unforgiving.

The ball of Cleo’s foot whipped up with sudden precision. The blow landed flush against her cheekbone, sending her head snapping sideways. A jolt of pain burst across her temple, sharp and blinding, and the Shoguness stumbled forward, momentum betrayed. Her shoulder slammed into the turnbuckles with a dull, rattling thud, and a deep grunt tore from her lips as her frame collided with the steel-backed pads. The breath shot from her lungs, and for a moment, her arms sagged, her body stunned and rattled.

Yutani didn’t fall, but the strike had landed. And Cleo, the sly and lithe little Ysé she was, had just bought herself some breathing room.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cleophee feigned much greater fatigue than she really was, watching her opponent carefully but discreetly to prepare for her counterattack if Yutani fell for the trap... And it worked! Yutani lunged at the White Giantess for a lariat, but Cleophee tightly gripped the top rope on both sides with both hands to lift herself into the air, extending her legs forward to deliver a kick to the face... And it worked!

Of course, Cleophee found herself pushed back slightly as she absorbed her opponent's momentum, but at least the Shogun was now beneath her, against the turnbuckle!... But she had to get down now!

Leaping forward to attack Yutani's back was an idea and a possibility... But Cleophee was still a lightweight facing a heavyweight, so there wasn't much she could do... She had to use her position as an advantage, gain height, and continue to use her long legs!

It was then that the Frenchwoman straightened up to stand on the top rope, looking down on her opponent, literally, and jumped as high as possible using the elasticity of the rope to fall back on the Shogun, trying to crush her with both feet by falling straight down with a vertical drop !