L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Cecilia saw Lisbeth glaring back at her - and it was a lovely sight, one that brought a smile to her face. Oh yes, the girl was mad - that was exactly as she had hoped. But the anger in Lisbeth wasn't bothering her. Cecilia wasn't afraid. She knew how impotent Liz's threat was, when it was coming from the woman lying beaten and broken at her feet, with no more fight in her. Now, she thought, it'd just be a matter of time - and the less Lisbeth liked it, all the better. She might as well rub it in a little, for good measure. "Oh, did I hurt your feelings?~ I'm only telling it how it is."

The brunette continued, locking Liz into her finisher. She could almost anticipate it now. If Liz knew what was good for her, she'd submit - but even if she didn't, with her usual testy personality, Cecilia would just get more opportunity to torment her. After all the pain Liz had put her through, she couldn't help but see this outcome as a win-win. She stood triumphant, putting on a show of Liz's defeat, while the blonde could only scream in-

Wait. No. She wasn't screaming. What was this about? Somehow, Liz wouldn't put on any outward show of pain, even when Cecilia was bending her joints and compressing her head at the same time. She was rather impressed with her resolve, but that wasn't the reaction Cecilia wanted. She wanted Liz to admit she would never be on her level, in her own words, or at least as far as they could be called words. And she wasn't tapping, either. Though she relished in causing pain, Cecilia's patience could only last so long. Some time or later, this would have to end.

"You really know how to piss people off. You know that?" Cecilia whispered to Liz, making sure her words would be heard only by her opponent - this was meant for her and only her, not the audience. It was personal, here. Liz had done enough already; Cecilia wouldn't have her deny her a victory. But Cecilia had her ways. As she growled low under her breath, Cecilia moved one foot over to step on Liz's hair as it hung beneath her upside-down head, then pulled back harder on her legs, hoping this would send an additional shock of pain through her foe. It was only fitting for someone who had proved so irritating.

Liz wanted to tell Cecilia to go fuck herself. More than anything, she wanted to open her mouth, and tell the ice-bitch exactly what she thought of the brunette. But she couldn't. For all the show she was making to not give in to Cecilia's desire, the moment she opened her mouth she was going to scream. For all the insults Liz could hurl at Cecilia, the bitch had a damn painful finisher.

Biting down on her lip hard enough to break skin, Liz continued to refuse to scream, though it became harder and harder every moment. But, at least she had the knowledge that she was pissing off Cecilia to no end judging by the whisper that she had just heard. Good, Liz hoped that Cecilia choked on that anger and died, or something like that.

But her moment of victory was brought down by Cecilia's next move. Eyes bulging again, Liz felt Cecilia step on her hair, sending a shockwave of pain through her. The pintsized powerhouse could only bite down harder and harder to stop herself from crying out, her hands shook as she wanted to tap out, but found herself unwilling to give Cecilia the victory. It wasn't just a matter of not wanting to lose anymore, it was a full on matter of pride at this point. Let the bitch be irritated, she deserved it.

Still, it was going to be over soon either way. Liz could feel her vision tunneling, the sides of her sight going dark. She wasn't going to be conscious much longer no matter what she did. She could tap out and spare herself the pain, but Liz wanted to make a point. Make a point that she wouldn't give up for anyone. So she sat, and waited, holding back a scream of pain even as the pain became unbearable and her lungs burned to let it all out, until finally her vision went dark, and she slumped limply in Cecilia's grasp.

Liz was making an admirable effort to resist, despite Cecilia's determination to make her admit her pain and defeat. The brunette could feel the anger radiating off of her opponent's body, like a fiery aura, just from being near her. But despite Lisbeth's rage, Cecilia didn't compromise. She kept on exerting the pressure on her hold, seeing how much would get Liz to crack. And she did last a good long while - so much so, Cecilia thought, that she may have held the record for the longest time anyone sat in the Execution without tapping. Nevertheless, it would only be a matter of time...

Cecilia stepped onto Liz's hair to add another point of pain - but still nothing. Liz was tougher than she'd let on, and Cecilia was starting to get frustrated that she wouldn't just scream already. She might as well give Cecilia some satisfaction for her victory...but nothing. She rubbed her heel against the ground to grind Lisbeth's hair under her foot for good measure, but still the blonde was resolute - more so than anyone Cecilia had tangled with before.

Soon, though, Liz started to grow heavy in her arms, and soon Cecilia realised why - she had passed out then and there. The pain and strain of the hold had grown too much for her, especially in her weakened state. But still she didn't scream. For a moment, Cecilia was disappointed, scowling. This had been a victory, but it could have been even better. Even in defeat, Lisbeth had refused to let her enjoy the glory she aimed for by dominating her so thoroughly. And the ice bitch hated it.

Still, at least she had won. Cecilia dropped Lisbeth to the mat, letting her limp body hit the canvas like a ton of bricks. The ref ran over, going to check Lisbeth and confirming she was out. But even as the bell rang to signal the end of the match, Cecilia turned and started to storm out of the ring, her arms crossed with a sneer on her face as every step she took seemed to be made with disgust. "Clean up the mess for me," she spat.

As far as Liz was concerned, everything just went black.

One moment she had been in a very painful submission, refusing to submit, the next? She woke up, laying in the middle of the canvas with a referee crouching over her. Her body was sore in a way she hadn't really felt before, it was like every one of her muscles had been strung out, stretched and stretched until they burned with pain.

Rolling over quickly, her eyes darted around, searching for Cecilia. But the brunette was gone, already stormed out of the ring and on her way to the changing rooms. Shaking off the ref's helping hand, Liz rose herself. Slowly, getting up onto her knees first, then pushing herself up into a standing position, swaying slightly as she found her footing. She was mad, she felt humiliated, but at least she hadn't let go of her pride. And now she was even more set in her decision.

She was not going to give up.

It might not be her next match, or the match after that, but the former boxer was dedicated. She was going to keep training, and training, and fighting and fighting until her and Cecilia met again. And next time? Next time she was going to show the ice bitch what she was really made of.

Winner: Cecilia Lombard