Passion and Fury: Cleo Hulbury vs Aaliyah Jackson

[Bare]

Aaliyah had gotten one over on Cleo with her change to grappling but Cleo wasn't about to let it go unanswered. As such she moved in close to her opponent, to duck low and catch her foe's leg to send her tumbling forward.

It was small, but it was a bit of a win. Albeit a win that was mitigated as Aaliyah caught herself and rolled forward. Even so this allowed Cleo a brief window to try and do something to the woman. Darting towards her Cleo would leap up and swing her leg out to try and drive her heel into Aaliyah's face the moment she turned around to try and land a big boot on her!

If it worked and knocked Aaliyah back into the corner then Cleo would try and move closer to her, lifting one of her long legs up to try and press her foot just under Aaliyah's jaw, extending her limb out while leaning forward to grab onto the ropes using them to steady herself if successful to try and perform a corner foot choke for as long as the ref would let her get away with!

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[BlackAkuma]

Okay, she was fine. Aaliyah had this. She just needed to be quick - roll through, get to her feet, lock on Cleo, and-

Her opponent was too quick on the draw this time. She wound up eating a boot to the face before she could figure out what was happening, a solid shot that sent her reeling into the corner, her back slamming up against the pads. She slumped forward, only to have Cleo’s foot crash against her windpipe and pin her there, choking her as the referee started her count.

Not the most pleasant situation…for Aaliyah. On the floor, Yo-Yo was enjoying the view she got of Cleo’s butt in those leggings, and she even took a step to the side for a better view.

[Bare]

Cleo smirked softly as she looked over her shoulder and saw Aaliyah's cousin getting in better position to see her ass propped up while digging her foot into Aaliyah's neck. Heh perfect, she had both women around her fingers, or in the case of Aaliyah, around her toes would be more accurate. Regardless the ref would soon get involved, starting a count on Cleo which she let hit the three, getting as much as possible with this before taking her foot off of her foe's neck.

Not one to let her breathe though Cleo would push down on Aaliyah's shoulders to insure she was in a seated position before turning and running to the opposite corner. Once there Cleo would turn and rush back towards the hopefully still seated Aaliyah, leaping up as she neared and grabbing the top rope, using it to lift herself up into the air before dropping her bodyweight down to bring herself down for a massive single bronco buster on Aaliyah's chest!

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[BlackAkuma]

Aaliyah kicked and squirmed, struggling in the hold, desperate to get a spare breath in as Cleo kept the pressure up, her foot digging into her throat. It was only for four or so seconds, but that time seemed so much longer when she couldn't breath. She supposed it was good that the woman didn’t have on shoes, that was a rare mercy, but everything else was agonizing.

When she finally let go, all Aaliyah could do was flop down on her butt and cough, as she wheezed, she looked to her side towards and Yo-Yo, and…

…was her cousin checking Cleo out?

It was hard to be sure, but she seemed damned focus on the woman as she came rushing across the ring, and she couldn't shake the impression that Yo-Yo wasn’t admiring her form. She had scant time to ponder, though, as Cleo came rushing in, went up high, and dropped down to drive her hips into Aaliyah’s chest, knocking the wind out of her with the bronco buster.

Retreat time, needed a breather. Aaliyah tried to push her way out from underneath Cleo and roll, flopping off the apron and landing outside of the ring on her back. Not the best position, either, but it might buy her a few crucial seconds, especially if Cleo didn’t give chase.