Passion and Fury: Cleo Hulbury vs Aaliyah Jackson

[Bare]

Cleo was in full control now. Ghidora? Fully under charm and a perfect distraction that already paid dividends. Aaliyah? Decidedly not as charmed, but certainly hurt, and given how long it took he woman to start fighting her control in the kiss it seemed as though the woman may have had a particular weakness for such attacks. Something Cleo was sure to use as she bent down, grabbing Aaliyah by the hair and yanking her to her feet, but also reaching around with her other hand to grab Aaliyah's ass as well, squeezing it roughly as she walked forward to push the woman back into the ring, giving an especially hard squeeze as she did so.

Hopping onto the apron after doing so Cleo would smile deviously in preparation as she grabbed the top rope. Watching and waiting like a predator eyeing its prey Cleo was waiting for Aaliyah to stand up, the moment she'd do so then Cleo would act, using the top rope to somersault into the ring, using the momentum to land and immediately flip forward so she was in range of her opponent, turning as she did so to build rotation as she landed on one foot, swinging her other leg out to try and drive it into Aaliyah's chest for her slingshot leg lariat finisher the D'Ange Jambe! A move that if it connected Cleo would fall with Aaliyah into a perfect split, her leg laying over her opponent's chest to act as a pinfall attempt!

[BlackAkuma]

Okay. Time out.

At what point had Aaliyah lost control of this situation?

It was hard to pinpoint, but as near as she could figure, it happened around the moment Yo-Yo got into the mix, and she was kicking herself for letting her cousin come down here in the first place. She’d hoped it would help her better understand how she needed to conduct herself in the ring.

So far, it was just biting her in the ass, making a situation that would’ve been difficult regardless even harder, and she was starting to rethink the decision. Whatever the case, it was a problem Aaliyah was going to have to deal with, and the first step towards that was locking down on Cleo, figuring out how to proceed, getting her act together, and-

She was just getting her senses back when she caught sight of Cleo, catapulting into the ring and coming at her full blast. Aaliyah tried to evade, tried to get her arms up in defense, but she was still groggy and slowed, didn’t have the reflexes she needed for the moment, and all she could do was take a stiff leg to the face. She went down, hard, smacking the mat with a resonating thud, while her opponent stretched over.

And, as it so happened, that put her in a pinning position, one that the referee was quick to act on, as she dropped down beside them and started the count. ”1…”

[Bare]

Connecting perfectly with her finisher Cleo wasted no time falling on top of Aaliyah with her leg laying over the woman' body for a pinfall position in the most graceful and elegant manner possible.

But something was missing, a cherry on top of it all. Oh Cleo knew. Leaning backwards all the way until the back of her head was pressing against the mat above Aaliyah's own head Cleo' flexibility would be on full display, showing her fit stomach and buxom chest extending upwards.

Showing off wasn't all of Cleo' reason for this however. No it was to put her in eye line of one certain Yo-yo who made her win possible. Hoping to catch the girl's eye Cleo would blow her a kiss and wink as the ref continued his count.

"TWO!!"

[BlackAkuma]

Sooooooooooooooo…Yo-Yo might have fucked up here, she could admit. While, yeah, she could be pretty dense about a lot of things, even she wasn’t so slow as to not realize that she maybe got in Aaliyah’s way a few times in this match, and that those screwups might have led to where they were now, with Aaliyah on her back with Cleo over her, laying helpless as the referee’s hand came down a final time.

”3…!”

And there went the bell, as Yo-Yo looked on and winced, watching as her cousin suffered in the ring. Through it all, though, she couldn't help but notice that Cleo was looking her way with furtive glances, nor could she notice that her cheeks seemed to be heating up in response.

…also didn’t fail to notice that her cousin was currently death-glaring her.

It was going to be a long drive back home.

[Bare]

There it was. The three count was made, officially ending the bout with Cleo's victory over Aaliyah. It was certainly touch and go for a while but Cleo had done it, and it went without saying that Aaliyah's cousin Yo-yo had certainly played a big role in doing so. Standing up slowly Cleo would have her hand raised and, just to add insult to injury Cleo would place her foot on Aaliyah's chest, literally posing on top of her as she was announced the victor, much to the crowd's chagrin.

After a moment to bask in her glory however Cleo would gently take her hand from the ref before then removing her foot from Aaliyah's chest and began to strut out of the ring, but did so in the direction that Yo-yo was. Exiting the ring she would hop down and look the younger woman head to toe with a sultry smile on her face.

"Thanks for the help beautiful... If you want a proper reward, find me backstage sometime. I'll make it worth your while." Cleo said in a low, husky voice, reaching out with her hand to gently grab the girl's throat and pull her in a bit, enough for Cleo's breath to wash over Yo-yo's face like she was about to kiss her, just before she would though Cleo would separate with a wink.

"Besides it'd be more fun than what I'm sure she has in store for you." Cleo said pointing back at the glaring Aaliyah in the ring before giving a light finger wave. "Either way, ciao!" Cleo said as she began to saunter her way up the ramp, taking care to shake her hips with each step as she did so.