Match Type: Standard Match Rules: Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout.
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Cecilia didn't have time for this. She was working on building herself back up after her ignoble defeat at the Last Woman Standing tournament two years ago, and once again, she was being paired up with another fool who wasn't worth her time. She knew she rightfully deserved to be on top, to be in the running for titles and to win the respect of everyone in LAW - and yet, they still had her hovering around the midcard, facing opponents who couldn't possibly hold a candle to her. She grumbled under her breath in frustration, watching from the Gorilla position with her arms crossed. If there was a bright side to this match, at any rate...when the top brass saw her tearing apart another hapless victim, they would know where she belonged.
"The following match is scheduled for one fall! Coming first to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, at 5'6 and 135 pounds, CECILIAAA LOMBARD!" Spoiler
Music
The arena went dark as Cecilia's entrance theme kicked up into gear, and as it did, the lights came on to reveal her standing atop the ramp, her arms crossed as she stared down at the ring with a glare - though as the cameras zoomed in on her face, they would catch it turning to a grin of sadistic satisfaction, knowing what she was about to unleash. With more lights coming on with each step she took, she marched her way to the ring, her head held high, before she came to the apron and stepped over the ropes to walk into the ring. She proceeded to the corner, casually leaning back against it and draping her arms over the ropes to await her foe.
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Meanwhile, back at backstage, Yoro eagerly waited for her turn while her opponent made her rather dramatic entrance. She busied herself with some last minute warming up, bouncing on her feet and performing a jumping jack at random intervals. As per usual, she wore her American flag themed nylon bikini. Before long, her music started resonating through the speakers. She couldn't help smiling as she went to enter the arena. Appearance Reference
Entrance Theme
With a cheerful spring to her step, she sprung into the scene. She kicked things off by striking her signature pose with the double peace signs. Then she jogged around and gave high fives to nearby audience members. Once she's completed a few laps, she aligned herself at the centre of the stage. Inhaling and exhaling quickly, she pumped her fists and bounced on her feet before she executed the last act of her entrance.
When both she and the crowds were suitable pysched up, she sprinted as fast as she could. She closed the distance between herself and the ring before she jumped and slipped under the ropes. Her laughter followed in her wake as her body skidded across the ring. Rolling onto her feet, she did the double peace pose again and shouted with a big bright smile. "Oh yeah!" And with her entrance complete, she introduced herself to Cecilia. "Heya! Nice to meet yah! I'm Yoro Yobi, but my friends call me 'Yoyo'! You can call me anything you like! Yoyo, Yoro, even Yobi! I don't mind!"
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Cecilia already knew that she wouldn't be impressed with whoever emerged from the curtain next. Arrogant as she was, she was already sure that no one could hope to stand up to her. And yet, when Yoro was approaching the ring, Cecilia was disappointed to find the bar set even lower than she had imagined. She crossed her arms with an audible sigh as the girl ran back and forth between the crowds, barely staying still for more than a few seconds. It looked like she was dealing with a crowd-pleaser, and someone more interested in looking good to the fans than putting up a good fight. And yet, they cheered her, eating up her act all the same. It made Cecilia grit her teeth, just thinking about it. Could they all be so blind?
When Yoro took a dive into the ring, sliding in through the ropes, Cecilia took a step away from her, as though she felt disgusted to even be in her presence. She glared, growing even more frustrated at how cheery and saccharine her opponent's disposition was. Was she even trying to apply herself?
"I don't care what your name is!" she barked. "I'm just going to call you a loser at the end of this. A victim, if I want to get fancy. If you're not even going to try and take this seriously, you don't deserve to be called anything else!"
"I'm cool with that too!" Yoro chirped, nonchalantly brushing off the insulting nickname granted to her by her opponent. "Also, you're wrong I always try my hardest when I'm getting down and dirty in the ring!" She added in a lively fashion, appearing to be completely oblivious to the innuendo she said. "Here, I'll show you!"
The moment the bell rung, she started running as fast as she possibly could towards Cecilia. As soon as Yoyo entered range, she literally threw herself chest first at her target for a running vertical splash. And even if she missed, she just rolled onto her feet only to re-attempt the exact same splash move. Should either of her splashes knock down the American, Yoro would press her newfound advantage by shoving her buxom chest onto Cecilia's face, effectively smothering her.
Try as she might, Cecilia was proving that nothing she was doing could get through to Yoro at all. She let out an audible sigh, her shoulders slumping and her head shaking. Right out of the gate, she could tell that this girl was too optimistic - or, less charitably, too dense - for her usual psychological tactics to prove any use. That would be no matter, though. If Cecilia couldn't outfox her, she could break her just fine with her physical efforts.
From the second the match began, Yoro charged straight for Cecilia, her chest aimed straight for her foe. At first, the silver-haired heel's brow furrowed in confusion, as though she was confused that her opponent would use such tactics at all - but she quickly slipped to the side, getting out of the way of her tackle. Crossing her arms, Cecilia shot a glare back in Yoro's direction. "You can't possibly expect that to work-!"
It had all seemed so simple, and so thoughtless, that Cecilia couldn't see it ever working, especially after she had dodged it so easily and thrown off everything about her opponent's momentum. The last thing she would expect would be for Yoro to strike back with the exact same move. But it was precisely because of that fact that Cecilia didn't see it coming when Yoro returned fire with just that! As soon as she turned back toward her opponent, Yoro sprung back in her direction, her chest slamming right into Cecilia's sternum with enough force to bowl her off her feet!
"WHAT!?" Cecilia sputtered out in shock, going down to her back. The fact that Yoro could hit her at all was infuriating, but what was even worse was what came next, as the Japanese girl climbed on top of her, shoving her bust right into Cecilia's face! Now, she was downright insulted to be met with this indignity!
Letting out a muffled groan, Cecilia slammed her foot against the canvas in frustration while raising her other hand with a tightly-balled fist, which she swung for Yoro's ribs in an attempt to force her off. The last thing she would accept was being smothered out!
As per usual, Yoro maintained her upbeat demeanour when the match started. Even when her first round of an offence failed, her mood didn't sour. Instead, she just tried the exact same thing again. And this time, her vertical splash netted her results; she collided into Cecilia and knocked her down to the canvas.
"Tehehehe." Yoyo giggled as she further pressed her advantage, breast smothering her downed opponent. "~Look,~ it did work-oof!.." She grunted when a fist blasted her ribs and interrupted her. Although surprised and definitely hurt by the punch, she remained steadfast and clung onto her smother. Moreover, she also attempted to entangle her legs with Cecilia and grab her arms by the wrists and pin them down for a grapevine.
"You see?!" Yoyo chirped happily as she tussled with the American. "I am taking this seriously!"
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There were a lot of things Cecilia hated, all things considered. But one thing she knew she didn't like was being mocked. The fact that Yoro was having this much of an effect against her, using such undignified and ridiculous moves, seemed like a graver insult than any other her opponent could have shown her. By sheer luck, Yoro had managed to take Cecilia down early on, and now she was quite literally rubbing in her dominance as she ground her chest into her opponent's face!
Cecilia groaned and hissed, her voice muffled into the deep recesses of Yoro's bosom. As the Japanese girl leaned forward, her face was only sunk deeper into its prison. Desperate to do something about her predicament, Cecilia threw a punch at Yoro's side - but it only slowed her opponent down for a few brief seconds, before she further tightened her grasp! She transitioned into a grapevine pin, both stretching Cecilia's legs and holding down her wrists, while keeping her face buried in her cleavage all the while!
"One!"
Cecilia needed to get out of this, and fast - but with her arms and legs restrained, she could barely move! Luckily, there was one thing she could do. If nothing else, Cecilia still had no qualms about fighting dirty, as long as it could help her win - and it seemed like the case now. Leaning closer, she opened her mouth enough to bite down on the inside of Yoro's breast, hoping the pain would be enough to get her to back off!
Yoro's smile widened and she flashed her pearly whites as she successfully cinched in her grapevine pin and thus, ensured the longevity of her breast smother. Plus the referee also started slapping the mount and counting which was a neat bonus. Except a sudden sharp pain suddenly surged in her chest. "Eek!" She cried out as she hurriedly scrambled onto her feet with her expression visibly cringing at what she suspected just transpired.
Slowly and cautiously, she touched the area where she was hurt and winced when she felt the saliva residue from Cecilia's teeth. "You bit me? Grosssssss." Regardless, Yoyo soon shrugged it off and again charged her opponent. This time, she attempted a vigorous running lariat, her swinging arm empowered not only by her running momentum but also all of her strength and energy.
With each count, the tension in Cecilia was growing more and more. Yoro had her held down, and no amount of struggling, no matter how hard she tried, was bearing fruit. Yet, Cecilia couldn't lose like this. She wouldn't allow herself to! To go down so quickly, and to such an embarrassing move...it was a blow against her pride, and one that she couldn't stand for!
There was only one thing Cecilia could do - and, if it would help her win, she had no reservations. Her teeth sank down, trapping the soft flesh of Yoro's bosom between them, and with that the girl let out a scream, drawing away from her. Panting and groaning, Cecilia pushed herself back up to a seated position before getting back to her feet as well. She brushed some stray strands of hair back out of her face, but looked up to face Yoro, her fingers tensing into fists at her sides. "I did what I had to," she sneered.
The referee tried to admonish Cecilia for using such tactics, but it did nothing to slow her down. She leaned in closer, watching as Yoro came running at her again. Already, Cecilia was starting to see the patterns in her foe's moves. She liked charging, that much was for sure. And if Cecilia could anticipate that...she could exploit it.
As Yoro grew close, Cecilia would abruptly duck down, looking to get out of the way so that the lariat would pass over her head and Yoro would run into the ropes. If that worked, Cecilia would come charging toward her, reaching out to grab at the girl's throat and spin behind her, where she would drag her down with a slingblade!
A swing and a miss, Yoro's arm hit nothing but air as she awkwardly stumbled into a stop. "Ah!?" She turned around just in time to witness Cecilia lunging forwards for a sling blade, hooking Yoyo by the neck before bringing her down with the help of gravity. "Gak!" A short grunt escaped her lips upon her crash landing while her arms subconsciously cradled her rocked skull.
Nonetheless, she was in still in good shape so she recovered quickly. At a brisk pace, she rolled onto her feet and broke into a sprint yet again. She unsurprisingly intended to use her own body as a projectile weapon, throwing herself at her target. As her feet left the ground, she shifted and turned her body to be parallel to the floor for a crossbody.
