Rose Gold vs Cosette Cœurdelion (Debut)

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Standard Match: Winner is declared via Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

Cosette Courdelion looked ahead at the wrestling ring with both wonder and fear in her heart. The rambunctious noises of the restless crowd echoed and reverberated down the corridor leading to the ring entrance. However, the only thing that Cosette could hear was the thundering sound of her pulse thrumming in her ears like a heavy bass line. The young French woman had sacrificed much to be standing where she was and she knew many would give more for the opportunity. Cosette had sacrificed time, sweat, blood, tears, her claim to fortune and even a part of her name to pursue what she loved most. Now, at last, the ring was little more than a stone's throw away.

She heard her selected theme song began to play and that was her cue to face the music, one way or the other. Cosette stepped out from the shadows and into the spotlight so the crowd get a look at her for the very first time. Long luxurious blonde hair in flowing waves past the curves of her hips, her face adorned with jewel like sapphire eyes that could swallow the sea, Cosette was breathtakingly beautiful. Everything about her was sleek, proportional, delicate and perfect. Doll-like. Cosette was porcelain made flesh. It made one wonder why she was walking down a wrestling ramp in laced up white wrestling boots and not down a runway in heels.

Cosette's outfit was a hodgepodge of a sexy blue dinner dress and white spandex leggings with the left leg exposed all the way up by her groin. Coupled with a pair of black fingerless gloves and white shin pads, she looked like a noble heroine from a video game. She slipped underneath the top rope, her deadly alluring legs were shown off as she threw one leg over the other. Once within the ring, she performed an elaborate and graceful bow that would make even the hardest hearts swoon. With a smile and a wink, she turned causing her blue skirt to the flutter after her swaying hips. With a sigh of relief, she leaned against her corner to wait for her opponent to make her entrance.

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Spoiler

(Start at 1:21 for replays)

The lights cut out as the electronica of 'Gold' pulses through the arena. The stage fills with smoke, obscuring it. As the vocals kick in the directional lights flare to life, cutting through the darkness in dramatic swathes. They scan the ring and audience, offering a momentary reprieve from the darkness. Tiny flecks of gold confetti sparkle brilliantly within the arena.

The lights all assemble on the ramp and trace their way up it. Among the smoke and glitter, the shapely silhouette of a woman waits. Her head down and arms at her sides. Statue still. And the music stops for a few beats. The lights cut once again. However, they flare back to life with the beat drop!

Rose Gold's silhouette came into view through the glitter and pulsing electronica. The lithe, wide-hipped shadow of the sapphic sadist emerged!

Black Rose

"Introducing her opponent! fighting out of Hokkaido, Japan, weighing in at 119lbs! The number one contender for the Lightweight Title! And your 2020 LAST! WOMAN! STANDING! ROSE GOOOOOOLD!" cried the ring announcer dramatically!

Rose Gold found it hard to believe that LAW management had fed her another rookie. A pitying smirk was etched onto her pretty young features as she approached the ring. Her attire hugged her figure tightly. The black leotard and leggings kissed every contour of her figure seductively, and left little to the imagination. She was donned in all black, save for the red headband buried within her golden tresses and the red roses emblazoned upon her leggings.

The Sinister Siren jumped onto the ring apron, her assets bouncing within their tight confines. A second leap sent her over the top rope and into the ring proper! She'd run and leap atop the corner opposite Cosette and throw her arms in the air as if she were spreading confetti! Her soft, round backside wiggled cutely in the rookie's direction. The posture allowed her rival to make out the contours between her thighs, her lower lips bulging indiscreetly.

Her pose, her appeal, all of it was eaten up by the fans! Rose Gold had become such a vile heel that the audience had begun to cheer her. For they knew a Rose Gold match meant humiliation for her opponent.

She slipped off the turnbuckle with the grace of a jungle cat and stalked towards her foe, meeting the other wrestler in the center of the ring!

"My oh my, aren't you delicious!?" She grinned as she lewdly and possessively devoured the girl with her eyes. "Such a pretty dress. Did noone tell you this was a wrestling match? You must have lost your way on your way to the ball. I'm afraid the only person eating at this party, will be me." She licked her lips suggestively before brushing back her bangs.

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Cosette watched as Rose made her entrance, the dazzling light show was without a doubt awe inspiring. Swallowing, she braced herself to see her opponent. Truly, an entrance like that would produce a worthy adversary. She stole herself and hardened her heart, Cosette was in it to win it. No matter how intimidating or fearsome her foe was, Cosette wouldn't bow, falter or cower! Cosette would face her opponent with nobility! She nodded to herself as if the action consolidated her vow but her battle ready visage evaporated when she saw Rose Gold. The French Woman's eyes softened at the sight of her as she grew closer. Rose Gold looked a little like what she imagined her little sister would look like. Cosette being quite new to the scene hadn't quite done her homework on the wrestling card. She had absolutely no idea who Rose Gold was nor of an inkling of her infamous reputation.

Cosette snorted back a laugh at Rose Gold's comment, it was so adorable! She gingerly put a hand to her mouth to hide the rude gesture. Obviously, Rose Gold was working very hard to intimidate her. It would be awfully rude to let her efforts be ridiculed. She frowned and tilted her head as she examined Rose Gold closer. Rose Gold was a little smaller framed than herself, not just in height.

"You should eat ma chérie." She said with the serious countenance of a worried mother. "Look at you! Skin and bone. Peau et os! How can you wrestle in the middle weight division, ay? It's simply intolerable. Who is looking after your diet!? Incroyable!"

"I won't have it!" Cosette said firmly grabbing Rose by the shoulders as she intensely looked into her eyes. "I will make for you my specialty! Bœuf à la Bourguignonne! It is... how you say magnifique, I do not mean to brag but I am how you say a savant with a slow cooker. I can safely say you will not have to resort to zee cannibalisms after one bite. Promise."

The French woman gave Rose her most charming smile followed by a knowing wink. She took a breath before remembering Rose's other comment! The poor girl wanted to have a wrestling outfit like hers but was simply to shy to say it. Cosette frowned as she looked at Rose Gold's rather plain looking attire, no style, no frills, no color, no taste! Of course a common girl like her would try to talk down to her own amazing attire when she didn't have access to an amazing tailor like herself. Cosette chastised herself for being so inconsiderate.

"And... uh... do not worry ma chérie!" She said as she took a step back to do a twirl, letting her dress flutter in the movement. "I have a good friend in Montpellier, who made zis getup for me. I am sure I can convince her to tailor one for you too at a discount rate, non?"

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Rose Gold watched as Cosette laughed in response to her remarks. She even hid it behind her hand like some snobby Ojo-sama. It made the vicious lightweight's eye twitch. Her fists balled in quiet frustration at her side. She seethed as Cosette approached her and placed her hands on her shoulders. But she didn't say anything. Her mind was flipping rapidly through the rolodex of terrible things she wanted to inflict on this woman as the woman prattled on about cooking. Each passing second only made the vein in Rose's forehead larger.

Everything about Cosette infuriated her. Never in her life had she so quickly flipped from mischievous to malicious. The way she acted brought her back to a time she'd rather not revisit. A time before she'd kicked the Coward out entirely. When she was taunted for being small. For being poor. She'd spent her childhood focused on athletics rather than Prada, all despite being the littlest girl on every team.

She was at her limit by the time Cosette got to her attire. Her knuckles were popping from how tightly she was balling her fists. It was decided then that this match wasn't just about the sport... It was going to be about humbling this daft debutante!

Rose was like a statue. An angry liliputian statue. Until Cosette twirled. It triggered something inside of her. Activated her most vicious, predatory impulses! The idea that the woman would show her back was the final insult! And in the blink of the eye, Rose was upon her!

"Don't look down on me!" She snarled. No quip. No clever wordplay. A demand. And it was ushered as she attempted to wrap her arms about the waist of the frilly-dressed opponent! "Haaa!" She let out a shout of effort as she attempted to drag her upwards and over her head! Arching her own back as she attempted to drive the woman neck first into the canvas with a gracefully devastating German Suplex!

Spoiler

Regardless of the outcome, the ref would hurriedly run to the ropes and signal the timekeeper to ring the bell!

*Ding Ding Ding!*

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Cosette let out a gasp and smiled feeling Rose Gold's arms lock around her waist. Her opponent was obviously starved for affection.

"Mais comment?" (But how?!) Cosette said with a worried expression on her face. "I am taller than you."

In an instant, Cosette's world was turned upside down as she was lifted off her legs. She saw the crowd, followed by the ring lighting far above the stage. The French Woman let out a croak of pain as her upper back was slammed forcefully into the mat. The concussive force made her head spin as she groggily registered what happened. She felt painful reverberations trickle up and down her spine. She felt her anger rise up from the pit of her stomach and wriggled like a fish out of water. Coming to life, she pulled her knees into her chest and gathered momentum.

"Hnmh!" She performed a kickflip onto her feet in an instant. With the bell ringing, Cosette wordlessly got into a fighting stance, favoring more of a striking stance. "So zat is a no on the dress. I take it."

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Rose didn't understand Cosette's native tongue. However, frustration was a universal language. Even without a translator Rose understood enough to be annoyed! Annoyed enough to put some extra force in her German Suplex!

The ring shook from the impact! Rose held the bridge for just a moment before gracefully arching back up to her feet to turn and witness the pile of woman she'd made out of Cosette. She crossed her arms under her bust with a self-satisfied grin as she looked over the curve of her opponents up turned body.

"Hmph. Serves you right." She began to dust off her hands before suddenly freezing. Cosette, while stunned, deftly shot back to her feet in an act of acrobatic defiance.

"I-insolence!" She growled, her eyes twitching in frustration! "OF COURSE IT'S A NO!" She let out a rather unpretty scream as she charged blindly at Cosette! Her right arm flexing before driving forward bicep first to smash into Cosette's bust!

This sort of attack was uncommon for Rose. She was acting out of frustration and the match had barely begun!

[Dice]

Cosette was taken back by the flair of anger that Rose Gold showed. Perhaps, she misunderstood the situation. The French woman looked pensive and her eyes shown with compassion.

"But- But! I just want to be your friend!" She said frowning, pointing at herself. "Did I say something to offend? Je suis désolé! (I am sorry!)"

The French woman's eyebrows climbed high onto her forehead as Rose came charging at her like a bull in the throes of a tantrum. Instinctually, she took a fraction of a step to the side and threw herself airborne. Performing a perfect pirouette in the air, Cosette became a whirling mass of white frills, blonde hair and royal blue overtones. She extended her leg horizontally at chest level. The hardened muscles of her back of her leg served as a steel bar for Rose to ram into, breasts first.

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What had begun as an amusing curiosity had quickly become an exercise in frustration! The Frenchwoman was daft in a very special way. A way that made Rose Gold want to throw her to the ground and stomp on her head until she stopped moving! This lariat of hers was phase one of that plan. Unfortunately, the demure lightweight was not especially adept at such techniques. Her lithe frame was effective for feats of dexterity, not so much feats of strength! "SAY LESS!"

She nearly stumbled as her body-weight attack found itself without a stopping point! Her arm sailing helplessly under Cosette as she took to the skies. Her defense and attack was a single fluid movement. A dance of skirts that transformed her into a whirling dervish. And all in order to deliver a flash of calf to Rose Gold's pert chest!

Her modest bust swallowed Cosette's leg as it bit all the way to her ribcage! *Coff* Something between words and a cough barked out of Rose's mouth from the depths of her lungs!

She was leveled immediately, the airborne leg-lariat sending -her- onto -her- back rather than the other way around! Her arms crossed over her battered breasts as she grit her teeth and winced! She growled in equal parts anger and anguish, but the sounds made her no more able to mount a counter-attack. For the moment, she was pacified and the follow-up was entirely in Cosette's hands.

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"LESS!" Cosette said excitedly before cracking Cosette across her chest with her extended leg.

She sent her opponent sprawling across the ring floor. The blonde Frenchwoman daintily performed a flourishing landing, looking like she just performed a flourishing bow. The very picture of grace. After reviewing what had happened, she realized what she had done. Cosette looked at her handiwork with pride then with horror seeing Rose there all in pain. Cosette tried to fight down her maternal instinct by failed. Rose Gold just lashed out because Cosette had insulted her, she was sure if it!

"Oh, Mon Dieu!" Cosette exclaimed placing a hand above her breasts while her other hand faintly hovering over her mouth as she gasped. "I''m so sorry! I just- my body she moved on it's own!"

She fell to her knees and cradled Rose Gold like a new borne babe and shook her like the devil had a hold on her.

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Rose glared at Cosette with one eye; the other was still forced closed in a wince. The acrobatic kick had been effective against Rose Gold's hot-headed offense. Cosette's devil may care attitude seemed to have quite the effect on the Lilliputian Princess. Her demeanor was precisely the thing Rose Gold hated the most, Not being taken seriously!

Cosette descended on her not with an elbow, but with concern. She took Rose by the shoulders and shook her, as if trying to help her wake from an excruciatingly bad dream. "You think to make a fool of me!?" She growled, her voice somewhat colored with a wheeze. Her lungs hadn't fully recovered from the well-placed kick, nor the rough landing.

Rose Gold's hands snapped to one of Cosette's wrists. Her hips turned and lurched upwards. Her legs had been spread eagled, but now they collapsed upon the French woman like the leaves of a Venus Fly Trap! Cosette was graceful in the air. But Rose Gold was grace on her back. An accomplished Judo and Jiujitsu practitioner before she'd turned 18, this maneuver was as familiar to her was walking. And she flowed into it like water.

If Cosette didn't have a reaction, then her legs would figure four about the back of her neck! Trapping her head and one arm between them. That arm was forced against her throat in the tight space as Rose pulled upon it tightly, jerking Cosette's face against her crotch. A suffocating triangle choke. "Just die!"

Triangle