Cyrene D'Artagann vs The Cobalt Comet

[winner3]

Standard Match: Victory to be decided via pinfall, submission, knockout, count out, or disqualification. All standard match rules apply.

[SubtleRoar]

"Cyrene?" *Pondering on her name while preparing for the eventful night ahead of him, Comet rolled his neck around while wondering what the best course of action would be in regards to dismantling her- She seemed relatively powerful in terms of physicality, so perhaps something a bit more unconventional to try and throw a curveball her way. Whatever the case may be, the auburn-haired athlete knew he'd have to utilize every weapon in his arsenal to pull off a victory tonight.* "I'll prove my worth to all the doubters, and possibly forge a decent rivalry in the process~" *He stated, his voice teeming with conviction as he finished slipping his attire on. With one, last huff to try and dismiss the anxiety welling up within himself Comet exited the changing room, his gaze transfixed solely on the curtain a few feet before him.*

*Once his theme blasted throughout the sold out arena, Comet made his dramatic entrance, receiving a massive pop in response! Continuing to roll with the momentum, the energetic meteorite waved his hands towards the ceiling as he marched down the ramp, hyping himself up before hopping up the staircase, spontaneously flipping over the top rope before taking a singular knee. Without warning, he gestured towards the roof before shouting* "Straight to the stars!" *As a means of unveiling his new mantra, which the audience instantaneously accepted with open arms.*

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[Aeri]

Unlike many of the competitors, Cyrene didn’t take events seriously. Do or Die, Apex, even the Openweight Championship Belt.. if Cyrene ever got a shot at that, she would not be particularly antsy or nervous.

To her, in the ring.. everything and everyone was gravel and she was the steamroller, ready to flatten them all. Her opponent, a handsome young fella by the name of Cobalt Comet.. Cyrene did so believe he had no clue what he was signing up for. Cracking her knuckles, Cyrene did have one thing that she wanted to declare to the world today. Stepping into the ring, Cyrene broke into a run as the announcers started to announce her in.

”And from the Ireland, weighing 158lbs and standing tall at 5’9.. its the FIR-“ the mic was hijacked by Cyrene. She’d sit on the table, spreading her legs as the camera branched towards her to showcase her entrance! She’d bring it to her lips, grinning wickedly..

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“My name ain’t the Fiend anymore! That was lame.. I’ve decided to change it!

So today.. you’ll all be seeing the Crimson Tyrant in action instead! Please watch closely.. as I demolish this petty little fool!”

She’d toss the mic with a laugh, before walking to the ring and getting in. She’d face Comet with an amused smirk, a hand on her hip.

”Sup, fucker.”

[SubtleRoar]

*While nonchalantly stretching his svelte figure against the ropes, Comet's attention was immediately drawn to all the commotion coming from the top of the ramp- His adversary made no attempts at being quiet or reserved, quite the opposite; she was loud, brash, and had all the makings of a living headache that he would have the displeasure of tolerating tonight. This realization, however, wasn't something he was irritated by- Tonight was something he cherished, a privilege that only a select few had the distinguished honor of experiencing, and her of all people wouldn't be the one to sully it.*

"My my, doesn't she look like tons of fun~" *The Masked Muscle chuckled to himself as she snatched the microphone from the ring announcer, her rambunctious and headstrong demeanor on brazen display for everyone to see. Eventually, she would address him in a rather demeaning manner, so he decided to counter with an unexpected retort.*

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance miss Tyrant~" *He outstretched his hand, the unwavering grin and glistening sweat off of his body making him quite the site to behold.* "While I don't usually respond to being called such a deplorable name, for you, I'll make an exception~" *He remained unfazed by her intimidating tactics, realizing that fighting fire with fire would only lead to an untamable conflagration.*

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[Aeri]

“Yeah, a real pleasure, blue boy.”

After focusing her attention to Comet, Cyrene looked at him, beginning to inspect him. At first, she ignored the hand outstretched by him, and simply turned to the side, peering at his figure. More particularly, his ass.

“So what makes you a comet? Can’t be the butt, cause while I’ve seen flatter.. I’ve seen better too.

.. is it the.. nope, I got nothing.”

Cy eventually faced him, taking his hand in her own.. as she’d take his hand in hers, gripping it and giving it a nice yank, pulling him forwards, and then pressing her forehead against his own, chest pressing against chest.. as she’d push her thigh against his crotch, raising an eyebrow as she kept a crushing grip on his hand! The match hadn’t even started, and Cy was very direct, scoffing at him as she spoke, amused by the fact that they had paired her up with such an.. optimistic man.

“An exception or not.. I could hardly care. You should know the only thing that matters in the ring.. is who comes out standing.”

[SubtleRoar]

*While the ebullient facade was certainly something the audience appreciated, lurking just beneath his giddy exterior was a man who had been carved by the hardships of the arena, forging a strong persona overtime that ultimately culminated into his chipper disposition. Cyrene, however, misinterpreted his enthusiasm for weakness, lobbing a demeaning remark his way while simultaneously trying to intimidate him.*

"Mmmhh...nice grip..." *He reluctantly admitted, allowing her to believe she had the upper hand before finally reciprocating her zeal with a painful clasp himself!* "Let me introduce you to mine~" *Nearly crushing her hand within his grasp, he eventually shoved her backwards with his diamond abs, causing her to stagger from the blunt force, his previous smile transitioning into more of a sadistic smirk.*

"See, I love working with hardasses like yourself- Always believing you can bully your way to the top, pretending as if nothing matters and that you're the only authority. My road here is littered with the bodies of your kind, and I can't fucking WAIT to add to the count tonight~" *Comet gestured towards the ceiling once more, allowing the bell to sound as he tightened his face.* "Bring it on, bitch!"

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[Aeri]

“Oh? Prissy boy decided to grow a spine?”

Cyrene blinked a little at the sudden transformation of Comet, from the weakling she thought she had to crush to pieces with ease.. to someone who was matching her head on. He’d grip her hand rather painfully, but Cyrene hardly winced.. and was pushed back by his diamond abs. Her shocked expression turned into a wicked grin as she heard his tirade..

“.. that’s hot..” she’d mutter to herself as he spoke about how he’d leave her as just another count in his way, before bumping her chest against his own, her perky breasts pressing against his chest with a little smirk on her face to match his own.

“You wanna play the hero? Break me and bring me off my high horse?.. do your absolute fucking worst then, bitch.”

She’d say as the bell rang. Cyrene took a simple step back, rearing her head back as she’d yank Comet forwards! Her head bashed against his own to start off the match, as Cyrene was quick to follow up, digging her shoulder into his and going for a straight up impromptu spear into his pectorals to leave him winded!

[SubtleRoar]

*As the palpable tension grew between the two combatants, Comet couldn't refrain from noticing the chemistry they had together- Perhaps she was just all bluster and bravado, but regardless, he had no intentions of leaving the ring empty handed tonight.* "Hard to walk without one, cum dumpster~" *He snickered under his breath, basking in the luxury of being able to finally let loose, if only for a single evening. Hearing the bell ring, he anchored his legs against the arena, and not a moment too soon!*

"Hrrrrrk!" *The initial impact nearly send Comet staggering towards the ropes, having underestimated the raw fury Cyrene was smashing against him with, but being the experienced veteran he was the azure asteroid managed to snatch her by her extended shoulder while smoothly transitioning her across his, trying to rotate towards the ground for a death valley driver!*

"Let's see how your spine functions after this!" *He viciously cried, swinging his upper body downward to try and imprint her backside against the canvas with one, magnificent motion that was almost guaranteed to leave Cyrene sprawled out before him!*

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[Aeri]

“Yeah, that’s why I said it- you’ll be jelly legged before I’m half done..”

She’d promise lowly, before rushing forwards in attack! Comet had done everything perfectly. A perfect response to Cyrene’s merciless bullrush, taking her strong start head on and turning it on her. She was lifted up and flipped down onto her back.. or..

.. she would be. Comet had done everything correct, but with Cyrene there was a factor of chaos that was incredibly unpredictable.. . As soon as he’d slip his broad shoulders underneath her waist, Cyrene’s hands would find his locks and take a firm grip! As she was flipped, she’d straight up jolt his head downwards alongside her body impacting the ground with a solid thunk! A wild grin crossed her face, as while hurt.. Cyrene had a really inhuman pain tolerance. Submissions rarely worked to keep her down, and a slam.. while painful was certainly not the worst thing she had taken this week!

“Don’t crow about it before it’s done, you cock sure cocky little cock!”

She’d say with a laugh, swinging her hips up and slamming the sole of her foot right into his face, basically smacking him back! If successful, Cyrene would roll onto her back, but strangely not get up, spinning around to face him. A grin on her face, she’d cross her hands behind her head easily, wriggling her toes and legs..

.. she was going “no hands” style, apparently.

[SubtleRoar]

*As the pair both crashed into the ground in tandem, Comet's mind was racing with a slew of potential ideas of how to capitalize on his impromptu counter throw. However, before he was provided the chance to assert his dominance, Cyrene was one step ahead- literally. The raging redhead climbed atop him while trying to smash his face in with the bottoms of her feet, something that would be considered wildly foreign if he wasn't already acquainted with her untamable spirit!*

"Nnnnggghhh!" *Planting his feet for a pair of stable pillars to try and regain his composure, Comet silently contemplated on how to navigate out of this odd predicament.* "Mmhh..that's an odd way to reverse my move~" *Slightly frazzled, The Masked Meteorite kipped onto his feet, charging towards the opposite set of ropes before springing backwards for a fall away elbow drop!*

"But please, allow me to return the favor!" *He shouted, trying to redirect the flow of the fight back into his favor with his creative assault, captivating the audience as he did so!*

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