Cecilia Lombard vs. Lisbeth Parker

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Just as she had hoped, Cecilia got her hold locked in place, clamping down onto Lisbeth's head. Seeing that the blonde was left stunned for a moment, Cecilia took the moment to catch her breath, an opportunity she was grateful for now that she had seen how hard this girl could hit. She might be new to the wrestling ring, the frosted-tipped brunette thought to herself, but if she could keep up the offensive it could mean bad things for Cecilia. She would have to focus her efforts on avoiding those punches, and, if she could help it, on taking Liz down as quickly as she could, before she got a chance to deal more serious damage.

She could tell how she had managed to catch her opponent off her guard, and that brought a smile of satisfaction to Cecilia's lips as she briefly broke into a grin. Unfortunately, that couldn't last forever. She could ride it out as Lisbeth tried to struggle, meeting her with an even tighter squeeze around her head, but then the ex-boxer lashed out with a punch into Cecilia's side that left her stumbling back, letting go of Liz in the process. By this point, though, Cecilia was growing wise to the fact that she didn't want to be at the wrong end of Liz's punches, and quickly collecting herself, she managed to take a stance before more serious damage could be done, fixing her heels on the ground. She brushed herself off and huffed under her breath, focusing her attention on Liz with a steely glare. "Lucky shot," she spat, unwilling to give Lisbeth any more credit than an untrained, hopeless upstart like her deserved.

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Liz was feeling the pressure as the ice-bitch kept clamping down on her head. Plus, it didn't seem like her attempts to escape were really getting her anywhere. Not that Lisbeth would ever actually admit this, but the ice-bitch sure seemed to have some talent built up, talent that was going to make kicking her ass really hard.

Hard, but not impossible.

Then the punch found its mark and Lisbeth managed to get free, bouncing back a step, using some of the footwork she'd picked up in her former career to keep a bit of distance. Then Cecilia spoke, and Lisbeth couldn't help but grin and shoot back with a, "Or maybe you just suck?" Hopefully that would keep the woman riled up a bit longer, though to be honest, Liz was starting to get annoyed herself. Sure she was covering it up with a grin and her usual energetic attitude, but her eyes had a sharpness.

Glaring at the wrestler, Liz knew that she was going to have to rely on more than just punches now. It was time for a-

Time for a... Oh fuck. I forgot the move.

Well, there was something about switching career paths and taking minimal training in the new one, forgetting the next thing you were going to do! Not that it deterred Liz any. She just had to do something unexpected, something that would catch the ice-bitch off guard. So she did just that and charged forwards, raising a fist as if getting ready to punch, then ducking at the last second and throwing her shoulder at Cecilia's gut. Her arms would go to shoot around Cecilia as she sought to football tackle the brunette into the ropes, where she could hopefully keep the woman pinned and pound her face in.

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Cecilia glared daggers at Liz at that last comment, her face turning into a sneer of discontent as she hissed under her breath. If there was any way to reliably get under her skin, that would have to be it. Cecilia thought too highly of herself to let such a bold-faced accusation go unpunished, and she swore to herself that Lisbeth was going to have to be punished for her nerve. Dearly. "Oh, you'll be sorry for that," she growled.

To Lisbeth's credit, the more Cecilia was focused on angrily plotting her revenge, the less she would be focused on the actual match. In most cases, that opening Liz left while she was pondering her next move would be a perfect invitation for Cecilia to come in and take advantage, making her suffer for her insolence. But paradoxically, the insult had left Cecilia so occupied with fuming quietly to herself that she could only barely ready herself as the blonde came nearer to her. Instinctively, Cecilia tensed up at the sight of Liz's advance, lowering herself into a defensive stance and getting ready to block her punch. But of course, it wasn't a punch that came next, as Cecilia was sent bouncing backwards with a cough as her opponent's shoulder impacted straight into her stomach, leaving her winded as Liz proceeded to throw her back into the ropes.

Cecilia landed with another groan as her back made contact with the boundaries of the ring, the ropes stretching taut against the force of the two women colliding with them, but holding firm. Lisbeth proceeded to go to town on Cecilia, pressing her advantage by swinging fist after fist into the brunette's face. She struggled against the ropes, trying to twist back and forth in her best efforts to free herself, but it proved futile, and she was only succeeding in acquiring a collection of bruises. She knew that she had to get out of this spot, and fast, if she wanted to finish this while she was still conscious, but Liz was just too damn fast for her to out-manuever in this spot.

Finally, though, Cecilia had a plan. As Liz kept laying into her, she shot a hand out around the blonde's back, and reaching up around her side, she tried to grab onto Liz's ponytail and pull back, bending her back and neck while at the same time tightening her grasp around the blonde's torso. At the least, she hoped, putting her into what could at least pass for a hold in this position might get the ref to call this as a rope break, getting Cecilia out of trouble. And if not, then at least she'd be doing some damage in the process.

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The ice-bitch's murderous glare just served to widen Liz's grin. She still glared back with her eyes, but the rest of her face was positively beaming. The venomous air coming off of Cecilia was just what Lisbeth wanted. Sure, it ran the risk of making Cecilia go nuts. However, the way Liz saw it the angrier that the ice-bitch was, the less likely she would be paying careful attention to the match.

And it worked!

"WHOO!" Liz cheered again, more forceful, and certainly with a bit more malice behind it this time. Smashing her shoulder into Cecilia's gut, Liz charged forwards until her opponent was pushed into the ropes. There, she'd hold Cecilia in place, slamming punch after punch straight into the ice-bitch's pretty little face. As she went, the boxer's grin took on a more devilish appearance as she eagerly watched her foe get the crap beaten out of her.

"Who's sorry now, bitch?!" Liz demanded with a small laugh, swinging another punch at the brunette. However, this time her punch was interrupted as she suddenly found her hair pulled back. With a surprised little yelp, Liz planted a foot back, lowering her centre of gravity as she suddenly felt her foe's grip tightening around her torso. Letting out a small snarl, Liz's glare snapped back to Cecilia as she grabbed at the other woman. But her back and neck were now being pulled back, and in an attempt to find a grip, the boxer's hand landed on the ropes.

"Rope break! One!" The referee began, moving in to break the two of them up in a move that left Lisbeth visibly bewildered. Thoroughly distracted, she turned to the ref with a look that was equal parts confused and annoyed. "What the hell?!" In Liz's mind, there was no way that a hold that pathetic counted for a rope break.

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It was bad enough that Cecilia had found herself at Liz's mercy. She was never one to accept reversals of fortune gracefully, and being trounced by a rookie who barely had any experience in wrestling was downright insulting. She couldn't stand for that! But now she was taunting her, outright making a mockery of her as she punctuated each blow with a cheer, sending Cecilia coughing and sputtering as she went back into the ropes. Her brows narrowed in a furious, smoldering glare, but with each one of Lisbeth's punches making a mark, there wasn't much she could do about it. Not until she enacted her plan, that was.

As soon as she had gained control, with Liz bent backwards away from her through her hold on her hair, Cecilia's expression changed almost immediately to a smug, content smirk. This was more like it. And as she leaned in closer, getting her arms locked into place around Liz as well, it was better still. She was taking control, and she knew it.

Lisbeth started to push back against Cecilia in a grapple of her own, and the two pressed against each other, rubbing and bucking body to body as they jostled for control. But it was over as quickly as it started, as in her struggle Liz had accidentally grabbed the ropes, forcing the ref to break the two of them up. It wasn't exactly what Cecilia had planned, but she would take it - it still achieved her desired outcome, and more importantly, as the two women were escorted a distance from one another, she could see the anger in Liz's face at being denied the chance to get even. Oh, this was rich. Now Liz was getting angry, all the better for Cecilia to enact her revenge.

While the blonde was reacting to the sudden separation, her attention devoted to the referee, Cecilia snuck up behind her with a signature devilish smirk on her face. Coming up behind Liz, Cecilia wrapped her arms around her chest, pulling her in closer as she leaned over her shoulder to hiss into her ear. "What's the matter, is the match not going your way? You poor thing," she said mockingly, before she threw herself over, bending over backwards to suplex Liz down to the canvas.

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This was bullshit!

She'd had Cecilia at her mercy, had the ice-bitch right where she wanted her, and now she was getting dragged off by the ref because she'd broken a hold? She didn't need that help, hell, she sure as hell didn't want that help, and that was that. "Listen here, oh, or are you deaf and blind? I wasn't trying to go for a damn rope break!" She snapped at the ref, getting right in their face and jabbing a finger towards their chest.

It was infuriating, and at this point she was sure it was all that ice-bitch's plan or something like that. Hell, she could just imagine the look on her face-

Wait, where was Cecilia?

Lisbeth felt a sinking feeling in her gut as she realized she'd turned her back on the brunette. But before she could actually do anything about it, Cecilia's arms wrapped around her chest and she soon found herself pulled back into Cecilia's grip. Then Cecilia hissed into her ear, and a scowl crossed the former-boxer's face. "Oh shut u- YAH!" Her comment was cut off as she found herself thrown over, flying backwards over the brunette as she landed with a crash on the canvas.

That was something she'd never had to worry about in boxing, and it was something that she still wasn't used to. The impact rattled Liz, leaving her hanging from Cecilia's grasp, letting out a low moan as she struggled to regain her senses.

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Seeing that Liz was too preoccupied with chewing out the referee to keep her eyes on Cecilia, the brunette couldn't help but break into a wide, toothy grin. It was so perfect, she thought, that she couldn't possibly have engineered it better, even when it was Lisbeth who ended up doing most of the work. She had to fight back the urge to laugh at how well this was going for her, without even trying. Of course, she couldn't do that - it would give away her position.

But nevertheless, Liz didn't notice where she had gone until it was already too late. Cecilia could almost sense the fear in her at the exact moment she realised she was sunk and let down her guard. She almost wanted to take the time to savor it, but she couldn't. She knew full well that Liz would take any opportunity she had to get in her face, and that was the last thing she needed. So Cecilia wouldn't be giving her that opportunity.

As Lisbeth made impact with the mat, Cecilia smirked with sadistic glee, snickering softly to the blonde. She released her hold on her, letting her crumple to the ground as she stood over her to gloat, bending over almost horizontally at the waist with her hands on her hips and her head tilted to the side to let her ponytail dangle, her legs spread so as to box Liz in and make her feel trapped. "Oh, did they not teach you about that? I'm so sorry. Maybe I should've just punched you. You need training wheels, don't you?"

Cecilia was enjoying mocking and toying with her prey, but words alone couldn't do all the work. She stepped over Liz and took her leg, pulling it back as she spun herself around to bear her weight down on the ex-boxer's back. In this way, Cecilia transitioned into one of her favorite holds, the Boston Crab.

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Liz could already imagine the look on Cecilia's face and she hated it. It was almost like some stupid, smug grin was hanging there in front of her, taunting her as she flew through the air. So one thing was certain, as soon as she recovered from this, Liz was going to beat the shit out of Cecilia.

But first she had to actually recover, and that was something she doubted Cecilia would just roll over and let her do. That was quickly confirmed as the former boxer managed to regain her senses, only to be welcomed back to reality by a soft snickering from Cecilia. Yeah, yeah, the ice-bitch thought she was big shit. Yeah, yeah, she was doing some mind game bullshit. Well, at this point Lisbeth really only had one recourse: plough through the brunette's mind game BS and tell her exactly how she felt.

"Hey, has anyone told you that you're a loudmouthed bitch before?" She spat up, glaring the ice-bitch straight in the eyes. Consequences be damned, she wasn't going to go down like some sniveling slut. She wouldn't give Cecilia that satisfaction.

Liz knew exactly what move was coming when she felt Cecilia grab her legs. The feeling of the wrestler's weight on her back just confirmed it- Boston Crab. Shit, she actually knew this one!

"Mrrrnnn..."

Biting down on her lip hard, Liz let out a low growl. She couldn't help but wince as the brunette locked the hold in, but she wasn't going to scream. It hurt. It hurt like hell, but there was absolutely no way that she was letting this whore hear her scream. Now, she just had to hold on to that dedication long enough to figure out how to escape...

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Liz tried to snap back at Cecilia, but it fell on deaf ears, as the brunette found her invective lacking compared to what she herself could manage. "Oh, plenty have, dear," she responded, her tone mockingly flat and calm, as though she didn't even care. "They usually don't stay talking for very long. And it doesn't do much to slow me down."

And when Cecilia locked in her hold on the downed blonde, it was even better - Lisbeth wasn't making any effort to fight back. Could she have already resigned, realised that she had no hope against Cecilia? That was something she'd choose to believe, at any rate, because it pleased her to think so. Surely Liz wouldn't be planning anything, the reason for her refusal to respond had to be because she knew there was nothing she could do. A smirk wound its way across Cecilia's face, but it could be better. She wanted Liz to scream, and for everyone to see her humbled before her superior. If she had to force that out of her...well, so be it. Cecilia wrenched back harder on the ex-boxer's legs, trying to bend her spine even more.

"Go on, let it out!" Cecilia shouted. "No one's stopping you!"

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Cecilia sure seemed a lot more calm about Liz's taunts now that she was in control. Someone sure has a fragile ego, she thought to herself, rolling her eyes even as she gritted her teeth, keeping her pained scream locked behind gritted teeth. It was so pathetic she could almost laugh. Almost. The pain in her back was sure putting a damper on that.

"Mmrf." The former boxer grunted, eyes popping wide for a moment as the ice-bitch wrenched her legs further back. But she wouldn't scream. She refused to give Cecilia that satisfaction. What she would do, for better or for worse, was try and piss the brunette off even more.

She had a plan. It was a pretty simple plan to escape the hold she currently found herself in, and the first step was going to take some focus to do without making her pain evident. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she bit down into her lip even harder to push the scream back and focus on that pain. Focus on the feeling as a drop of blood ran down her chin. Then she took one more breath, and spoke.

"I would," the former boxer started, speaking slowly as she focused on each word. "If it hurt."

Step one, taunt the ice-bitch. Done. Then step two started with not the pained scream that Cecilia had been trying to wring out of the former boxer, but a more dedicated shout. "GRAH!" Lisbeth yelled, rolling onto her side then lifting her arm and swinging it back as hard as she could, straight for Cecilia. Step two was aiming for a kidney punch, but really it didn't matter if she hit Cecilia's side or leg or arm, or even if it missed. The goal was just to distract the ice-bitch.

Then step three. Get her off. Rolling back onto her chest, Liz pressed her hands down onto the canvas and tried to roll backwards, pushing her legs down towards the ground, hoping Cecilia was feeling nice and comfortable enough that she wouldn't see it coming. If this didn't work, the only other way out she could see was a rope break and to be honest, after the chewing out she just gave the ref she really didn't want to test that plan.