Cecilia Lombard vs. Lisbeth Parker

[CaptainL]

Liz had a plan set up - a plan that hinged on a number of different things to fall into place in order to work, and a plan that could prove risky. Perhaps fortunately for her, though, Cecilia was nothing if not predictable.

"...What?" she said with a scowl turned towards Lisbeth as she refused to give in to the brunette's demands. Sure enough, Cecilia clenched her teeth and growled under her breath, staring daggers back at her opponent. The nerve she had, not even being hurt by her hold, Cecilia thought! If she had any respect she would know to do what she was told!

With such thoughts occupying Cecilia's mind, she was left open as Liz shouted in defiance, before she pulled back a fist and let it fly. Cecilia's eyes widened, and she only had a short moment before the punch connected. Cecilia moved such as to avoid taking the shot straight to her kidneys, but it wouldn't do her much better. Although the punch only clipped her side, it still hurt, enough for her to break her guard. Cecilia winced, shuddering from the pain, and her grip eased up a little - but of course, she knew better than to just let Liz go.

But with her distracted like this, she was in the perfect position for Lisbeth to attempt her escape. And between the pain and the anger, there wasn't much on Cecilia's mind in regards to countering her attempt to counteract the hold. Liz managed to roll off out of the Boston Crab, and Cecilia was forced to drop her as she came pulled along with her, falling onto her back. Swiftly she pulled herself back and away from Liz to put more distance between them, then rolled up onto her knees, where she stared across at the former boxer.

"I might be impressed," Cecilia said to her snidely. "Unfortunately, I don't like you. So I won't extend you the courtesy."

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It was only about halfway through her little plan that Liz realized that Cecilia was going to have to react in the exact way that she anticipated in order for this to work. Thankfully, it turned out Cecilia was just as dumb as expected.

The insult got the ice-bitch to pause, turning and scowling at the former boxer. She didn't bother reciprocating the murderous glare, the punch was already winding up and it was time for step two.

The punch didn't hit Cecilia in the kidney, but it still had the intended effect. Cecilia broke her guard, winced, shuddered a little, and eased up her grip. Then step three happened and send Cecilia to the ground, and Liz rolling out of the hold. The former boxer had seen videos of wrestlers use a similar escape to roll on top of their opponents and go for other holds, but Liz wasn't quite arrogant enough to think she could pull something like that off without training. So instead she rolled off and away from Cecilia, climbing to her knees and looking over at the ice-bitch.

"Good thing I don't give a shit what you think." She spat back. Then she scrambled to her feet, charging Cecilia and throwing another clothesline at the brunette, just wanting to hurt her now.

[CaptainL]

Cecilia slowly rose to her feet, trying to rub the soreness out of her side as she got up from the mat. Liz wouldn't even give her the solace of knowing her taunts were getting under her skin, which was a disappointment, and she scowled across at her with disgust. As Lisbeth shot back a taunt of her own, Cecilia spat in her direction. She could tell that the blonde was getting angry - now she knows how I feel, Cecilia thought to herself. But hopefully, Cecilia wouldn't be putting up her top efforts if she was this blinded by her own rage. Cecilia hoped she could exploit that.

Liz came running forward with stunning speed, a clothesline readied for her opponent. But Cecilia saw it coming, and she wouldn't let her get away with it. As Lisbeth approached her, she swerved suddenly to the side at the last minute, letting the former boxer pass her by, after which she turned on her heel to look after her. She wasn't going to counterattack - not yet, at least. Right now, she just wanted to frustrate Lisbeth with how much trouble she'd have in landing a hit.

"Whoops, you missed," Cecilia said, folding her arms with a smug look on her face as she gazed over at her opponent.

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Liz was so looking forwards to seeing the ice-bitch's stupid face in pain after her clothesline connected, but the brunette managed to squeak away, dodging the hit completely. A small crack in the former-boxer's mask appeared as she let out an angry growl. A small, instinctive one, but enough of one to make it clear that Cecilia was getting on her nerves at this point. She watched out of the corner of her eye as she passed harmlessly by, the brunette turning on her heel to watch as Liz went.

It was the fact that she didn't even bother attacking that was the most annoying to Liz. She could have handled Cecilia coming in with something and saying some stupid line that she could respond to. It was the smug attitude that got her. That stupid smug look on the ice-bitch's stupid smug face just made Liz want to beat her bloody. Of course, the LAW might have a teensy little problem if she went too far ham, so for now she'd stick to this stupid wrestling thing.

Liz didn't respond to the comment. Instead she rushed the ropes, then turned and bounced herself off, back at Cecilia. She went for something different this time, leaping at Cecilia in a body press. It was more than a little amateur-ish, but it should do the trick. If it hit, that was. If it didn't... well, Liz would hit the ground and be subject to more of Cecilia's infuriating smugness.

[CaptainL]

It was readily apparent to Cecilia how successful her attempts to taunt Liz and get her concentration to break were, and she couldn't be happier about that. Her grin only grew wider as she saw the look of rage coming from the blonde; in fact, she could practically feel the hatred radiating off of her. This was perfect. It was always rich to watch an opponent give over to their base instincts like this, and Liz was no exception. Cecilia had to keep provoking her. She wanted to savor her foe's all too amusing misfortune.

Liz came rushing for Cecilia, but for the brunette it was same old same old by this point - in fact, her coordination for this move was even more unprofessional than the last, and as such it wouldn't give her any pause. Without even making much of an effort, Cecilia stepped off to the side, leaving Lisbeth to faceplant directly into the mat. She turned to face her, rolling her eyes and miming a yawn, as though this match wasn't even keeping her interested. She folded her arms as she stretched a few times, acting for all the world as if she couldn't care less.

"Oh, lovely. So your coordination really is as terrible as your wrestling. Bravo, yes, bravo," Cecilia said in a deadpan voice, further taunting the Canadian.

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If you watched carefully, you could see the exact moment that Liz knew she was fucked.

Flying through the air, her expression changed from a look of rage and irritation to a wide-eyed, teeth-gritted expression of grim expectations the moment that Cecilia slid out of the way. Her eyes clamped shut after a moment, and then she face-planted onto the canvas like an idiot, legs spasming in the air as her head took the full force of her body's weight slamming into a much heavier object. Newton was a dick, that much was clear.

Really, it was such a comical display that had it been anyone else, Liz would have laughed. A few insults would have been flung their way, and Liz might even feel bad hitting them. With the roles reversed though, she was incensed. The ice-bitch had just seen her humiliated - no, Cecilia had humiliated her, and then had the audacity to taunt her after.

Liz pushed herself back up with a snarl.The ice-bitch was going to pay for that, the only question was how. So far, Liz had been failing pretty hard at the whole wrestling thing, at least as long as Cecilia had been out in the opening. But if she managed to corner the brunette, then she might have a chance.

Growling, Liz charged Cecilia once more, but this time she threw out a simple elbow blow. If that managed to hit, she'd grab at Cecilia's arm, aiming to Irish Whip her straight into a corner. There she could have some fun making the ice-bitch eat her words - if it worked, at least.

[CaptainL]

Even better than Cecilia could've imagined in her wildest dreams, Lisbeth didn't just lose her footing and fall face-first, she straight-up went flying head over heels as her face hit the canvas. Cecilia would've laughed herself, if doing so wouldn't have broken her icy demeanor. But she was going to play mind games with her enemy, and seeing as how well they had worked so far, she saw no reason to stop.

As Liz began to get up, Cecilia remained standing with a smug smirk firmly on her face. She scoffed, glancing off a little. "Oh, what are you going to do? I know you couldn't even hit the broad side of a barn, anyway," she said. Having settled into the rhythm of dominating the energy of this match, with all of Lisbeth's energy being used against her, she saw no reason to expect anything different. But in doing so, Cecilia had made a mistake - she had allowed herself to be cocky and complacent. And as such, she didn't even do anything to defend herself as Liz came forward with a strike...

...And slammed her elbow straight into her. A simple attack like this wouldn't do much damage, but it did take Cecilia by surprise, sending her stumbling a few paces as she coughed and sputtered. And in coming down from her stupor, she didn't have enough time to react as Liz grabbed her arm and whipped her off towards the corner, sending her running faster than she could hold herself back from. Before long, Cecilia found herself planting straight into the turnbuckle, where she teetered backwards before falling off her footing.

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Liz couldn't wait to wipe that stupid smirk from the Ice Bitch's face.

Cecilia had gotten complacent, and that was a mistake. The brunette seemed so sure that she was going to be able to dodge the former boxer's next move that she didn't even try and defend herself. So when the strike hit, as serious as the Canadian was being, she couldn't help but to let out a victorious, "Ha!" She watched eagerly as the brunette stumbled back, and took a moment to drink in the expression on Cecilia's face, savouring it.

How's that for not hitting the broad side of a barn, bitch?

But Liz couldn't let herself get distracted that easily. Not like her stupid opponent, otherwise she'd have to endure more of those annoying mind games. So she moved in, grabbed the brunette's arm, and threw her straight into the turnbuckle.

Previously, this is where Liz would have cracked a joke, made an insult, or dropped some other quip. But right now? Now Liz was thinking business. She approached slowly, a menacing grin spreading across her face as her eyes eagerly locked on the ice-bitch. "You made a big fucking mistake." She hissed before charging in, throwing a Knife Edge chop across her foe's chest to begin her planned torture of the brunette.

[CaptainL]

Cecilia slumped against the turnbuckle, panting softly as she tried to get the air back in her lungs. The events of the past few seconds were all a blur to her, as she tried to catch her breath and get back to her senses. She had heard Liz cry out in celebration of landing a hit, all right, and that was something that stuck out perfectly clear. Being hit by an opponent as foolish and inexperienced as Lisbeth was was one thing. But having her celebrate it? That was even worse. That someone was taking self-satisfaction in her defeat...Cecilia wouldn't stand for it.

She started to look up as Liz approached her, and her eyes narrowed. It looked like the blonde was taking a page out of her book, and the icy, unfeeling attitude with which she moved was something Cecilia was no stranger to herself - when taunting and tormenting her victims wasn't just too fun, at least. She was starting to think about how beating her like this wasn't enough for Liz, and now the ex-boxer had to steal her style, too, as if things weren't bad enough...but she didn't have time for her thoughts to get that far, as soon Lisbeth had rung out with a swift chop with the side of her hand straight into her sternum. And Liz knew where to land it, all right. Cecilia let out a moan of pain as the sudden jolt caused her to shake, her head jostled against the turnbuckle. Even after the blow was done, the pain wouldn't subside, and Cecilia was left wincing from the sting in her chest.

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The sight of Cecilia slumped against the turnbuckle made Liz's day. Where was that confident ice-bitch? The one who had been taunting her just shortly before. Now she was panting, looking like a damn idiot. It was almost enough to make Liz crack a smile through her icy demeanour, until the ice-bitch went and ruined it, narrowing her eyes and looking at her.

"Fuck you." Liz hissed, that little moan of pain being music to Liz's ears. She was going to hurt Cecilia. There was nothing that she wanted more than to harm the brunette after the indignities she'd suffered at Cecilia's hands. And under her gaze. Staring angrilly at Cecilia, Liz snarled and threw a headbutt at Cecilia's face. If that hit, then she'd follow it up by trying to wrap her hands around Cecilia's head, wanting to pull the ice-bitch forwards so she could slam a knee into her gut.