Sass, Ass, and Oil (Cecilia Monroe [D] vs Sally Morrison [D])

[DSX93]

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Match Type: Oil Match
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO
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Cecilia Monroe

High Octane Wrestling, her own club, now this. This was the third time that Cecilia Monroe was making a return to wrestling, and she had a feeling that this time was going to be the charm. Rachel had given her some advice that she intended to follow: She was going to try not to give a shit about what the people thought this time around. She'd wasted enough years doing that, and it ended up getting her more hate -- legitimate hatred -- than anything.

The time for that was now, and that was the word to emphasize: The years were piling on faster than she was comfortable with. There was too much that she wanted to do before she surrendered to it. Like seeing the

up ahead through to some gold. Cecilia knew that she had the potential to pull it off. And maybe she'd be right there with her, holding up one of the tag belts. That was one of the blonde amazon's goals; she had yet to win a championship herself. Controversy had always sprung up when she was closing in on one -- the person she was with had always ended up cheating and driving her crazy right at that time, taking her eye off the ball. That was something else she should do differently in LAW: No dating. You just can't trust people. Not men. Not even other women...It's just trash all around.

But still, Cecilia couldn't help but hope that things would be different here in LAW. That maybe the problem was that she was putting in all that effort within the confines of the wrong country. Or that she was only sticking to the one in general. This was a promotion with a reach that expanded to each and every corner of the globe; she would surely find success eventually, right?

She would remember Rachel's words, though. As permeated with that youthful zeal as they were. She had a point. It was the safe thing to do.

"Heya, hun!"

Rachel stopped. Her back was turned, but she knew her voice. And then she turned around, looking at her like she was a big, red, sparkling elephant on a tricycle. "What is this doing here?"

"Betty?" A discarded name that no one outside the family could address her as. Rachel wasn't blood, but she was family. The daughter that her womb could never produce.

How was she standing there, right here and now? After wondering that for a few seconds, Rachel realized that she didn't care and ran over and into Cecilia's waiting arms, pulling herself in tight. She flinched when a couple fingers pinched hard at the back of her neck. "Ow!" She stepped out of her embrace, brows curled into a confused frown. "What'd I do?"

Cecilia chuckled and replied, "Nothing. Just making sure you know I'm out for real."

Rachel smiled and hugged her again. "So you broke out, huh?"

"Nah, I had some good time built up."

"When'd they let you out?"

"A little under a couple weeks ago now." An answer that got her a half-hearted punch to the shoulder. Another frown quickly replaced Rachel's smile.

"What the fuck? Why didn't you call me?"

"I wanted to surprise you. I heard you got signed by LAW, so I thought I'd shoot my shot too. And when I got in, well, I figured I'd catch you on the show."

Rachel's expression lightened. "O...Okay, but you still should've...! I had a plan! I was gonna take you out to Red Lobster! Get some shrimp and Cuervo in you!" One Cecilia's favorite places to eat, and her alcoholic beverage of choice whenever she's looking to let loose. Yeah, she should have called her, the blonde thought. "And you know we were gonna tear the city up. Get you laid."

Cecilia gave her a conspiratorial grin. "That might've been a part of the good time I built up. Had a tall, fine fella who liked to check in on me every so often."

Raven chuckled, ears primed and ready for the tea. "No way!"

"Mmhmm! Built like a god, big in the pants-"

"He know how to use it?"

"Ooh, girl! And I swear he had a pack of Energizer batteries up his ass or something! And of course, once he got a taste, he couldn't get enough of me. Slipped me his number and everything when I was on the way out."

"You gonna call him up the next time we're in the States?"

"Maybe. We'll see how the competition is here first. Speaking of, who are you up against?"

"Some basic blonde bitch who needs a lesson in minding her business." There was some real vitriol in her words.

The ink on her contract isn't even dry yet, and she's already getting into trouble. But the last thing that anyone could call Cecilia was "surprised". She was shaking her head on the inside.

"I'm sure she'll learn."

"Damn right, she will." Rachel cracked her knuckles.

The

of Rob Zombie's take on "Brick House" made its way through the curtain, turning Cecilia's head.

"Go kick some ass. And after we're done here, we're going out for drinks. If the men aren't buying, I will."

"Thanks, hun. You too."

Cecilia emerged from the backstage area just in time for the opening lyrics, flexing through a few poses to show off the muscles that accompanied her curves. Much to her pleasure, she would be received with the loudest, most amorous ovation that she'd ever received in her career. She put some good sway into her hips, strutting down to the ring with abundant diva energy. Sharing that story with Rachel made it all the easier to dig up, with that painful awareness of having lived what was approaching half a century and resultant fear of the ravages of time taking its place in the dirt. The hanging jaws and the whistles had her feeling good. Damn good.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an oil match that is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at six-foot-three and weighing in at two hundred pounds, fighting out of San Antonio, Texas...! Ceciliaaaaaaa Monrooooeee!"

She ascended onto the apron with a confident leap that she'd practiced countless times until her feet learned to stick in spite of the oil that slickened it, causing some delightful jiggle. More would follow during her slow bend through the ropes; a little ass shaking to milk more cheers from the crowd.

Still got it, girl!

Waiting inside the ring were two buckets of oil, placed in opposite corners. Cecilia made her way over to one, standing tall with arms crossed underneath her breasts as she watched the stage.

[Mysterdio]

Backstage, a beautiful blonde woman stretched, allowing some sensual moans to escape her lips. Large breasts bouncing, Sally Morrison was the very definition of the word MILF. Tonight, the world was going to get their first taste of the bombshell as she would be fighting some dumb bitch in oil. Sounded interesting enough for Sally. Getting to humiliate an opponent while looking sexy and slicked in oil? Sign her up!

Stepping out onto the ramp to the tune of "Stacy's Mom," Sally was instantly loved by the crowd. The blonde was plenty curvy and happy to show it off. Her hot body combined with the upbeat song gave Sally plenty of attention from the audience. Yup, Sally has still got it, girl!

Stepping into the ring, the black bikini-clad milf spied 2 things of note, Cecilia and a bucket of oil to her right. One would expect the milfs to cover themselves, but Sally was feeling "helpful." Picking up bucket of oil in her respective corner, the blonde bombshell dumped it onto her opponent's head! An act of supreme disrespect, but Sally wasn't here to make friends with this slut. "How's that oil taste, pig? I'm going to leave you face down in it."

Sally Morrison

[DSX93]

The crowd loved her, but for Cecilia, it was hate at first sight. She hated Sally's pretty blonde hair and blue eyes. She hated those curves -- all natural. She hated how young and beautiful she looked for a mother her age. Her age. She hated that she was a mother. And the worst thing? She had all of that, and all of this fanfare.

In reality, it was pretty equal. But the mere sight of her opponent brought Cecilia's insecurities right back to the forefront, making her hear a louder response.

If her eyes could shoot daggers, Sally would be a dead woman. And Cecilia could see the intentions in hers as she picked up the bucket. The larger woman didn't move a muscle to stop what came next. This bitch was clearly one of the dumb blondes, and if she didn't see how this was a mistake, well, she's not going to turn down an easier job of ruining her in front of millions.

Cecilia let the oil run down her over half naked body. Past muscle and curves, into and between some. Took a deep breath in through her nose. Sally's taunts and the jeers she heard in the crowd from those who turned against her like so many others in the past was like fuel to her. She was burning up inside, but kept a veneer of calm as she began to rub it into her skin. It was done quickly; she didn't want to waste any time.

When she was nice and slick, she'd look Sally in the eye, then take a handful of her hair and throw her forehead into hers as hard as she could.

[Mysterdio]

With a bucket of oil dumped on Cecilia, the crowd initially cheered in approval for the raising of tensions, but when Cecilia just stood there and took it, it was those same tensions that made them grow silent. Sally put her hands to her hips and stood smugly as the oil pooled beneath her toes, keeping her breasts pressed against Cecilia's equally sized pair. The former model wasn't dumb, despite the colour of her hair. Sally was well aware that her opponent was likely fuming.

With a hand clamping onto Sally's golden locks, that notion would be proven true. Though she winced at the pulling of her hair and didn't have much control of herself at the moment, Sally knew what Cecilia was going for, swinging her head forward to meet her foe's. Both craniums connected with great force. While the former model lost out, Sally had definitely returned some of the pain back at her opponent!