Anne vs Catelyn

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Anne wondered where the camera was in this dark, steamy excuse of an arena. She had fought in a ring often, fought in a cage, fought in a pit, fought in any number of reasonable, if not respectable locations. But this was a unique first: A padded sauna. In a bikini. Competing with a set of rules that could only be described as Trashy Catfighting. No punches and kicks except to the tummy, with lots of slapping and hairpulling and grappling encouraged.

Nothing in her combat history had suggested that she would even so inclined to participate in this kind of match, and Anne was ready to decline, contract be damned. She was not a whore to be paraded around for thousands to salivate over. The audience could find arousal in anything, she had learnt, but she wasn't gonna specifically pander to them. The only saving grace, and the thing that forced her to begrudgingly accept over a tedious contract termination, was the victory conditions. It was to be a fight to the finish, verbal submission or knockout, not some foxy, titillating pillow fight. So it wasn't a COMPLETE farce.

Seriously, where were the cameras?

Anne was the first one to arrive and seated herself against a padded wall, dressed in her tight-fitting blue bikini. The room smelt of the aftertaste of steam, but it wasn't hot yet for the match had not started. From there, she waited for her opponent -this catelyn, to arrive.

Once again Catelyne had a bit of a sabatical between matches, she was not the most popular girl after all but she still had a few matches here and there and that worked fine for her, with her schedual that came with running a bar. Even so she had gotten into the state where she pretty much accepted any matches she could get a hold of, as such was the case right now, her craving for a match was quite large and the one she was offered was odd...but she wasn't one to deny challenges and matches.

When she finally arrived at the padded sauna, dressed in her tight form fitting orange bikini, her long hair tied up into a nice pony tail. The Irish beauty with the fairly nicely tanned skin tone looked as stunning as always, and now that she was inside and could feel the heat of the sauna, the moist air dampening her skin and air slighty, as her eyes traced over towards her opponent. A very attractive young woman in a very revealing bikini herself.

Cat would start to slowly approach said girl and offer her right hand to the girl for a friendly handshake, placing her other hand on her hip as she would show off her own impressive physique as she looked on at her foe. " It's nice to meet you, name is Catelyn. But you can call me Cat. I hope the two of us can have a good match in here...even if the rules might try and make it seem as if that is not the case." Catelyn would let out with a slight smile on her face, the friendly Irish redhead who rarely saw any reason to be cruel or mean in anyway to start out with, it was up to her opponent now as to how this match would proceed.

Anne hurriedly stood up when her opponent came sauntering in, not wanting to be in a position where her opponent could loom over her; she was very cautious about the pre-fight 'niceties'. She sized the girl up as the girl did the same. This Cat was Caucasian, clearly very fit; a challenge, then, rather than a beatdown. She was feeling a little bit better about this fight.

The girl came up to her, offered her name, some friendly chatter, and a handshake. Anne was more used to the aggressive, alpha woman who tried to psychologically impose their will on her, so this was a bit of a pleasant surprise - and a bit of an off-putting one too. She fed off her opponent's aggressive, so Cat's over-friendliness was, uh, well it was something.

It took her a few seconds, but she returned the handshake. "Likewise," Anne said with a guarded smile. "I'm Anne. I'm looking forward to one hell of a match here too. The rules, uh, I'm not gonna lie, this match is gonna get really personal, and I'm not in the business of making enemies. I'll like whatever animosity to start and end in this room." After I beat you down, she wanted to add.

She felt the room temperature suddenly, and noticeably rise, and she knew that was the signal for the match to start, for them to start hurting each other until one of them couldn't continue.

If there was one thing Cat rarely ever tried to do it was psychologically dominate her opponents, she was a friendly girl who treated wrestling and fighting as a simple hobby or pass time, it was just a bit of fun to have, not for the sake of dominance, or the feeling of winning, but rather for the sensation of the fight itself more so than anything else.

As Anne accepted the handshake and began to speak back to her, even if Cat had been worried that her foe was gonna attack her during those seconds of waiting, it seemed as if things were going well so far. " No worries Anne, a match is a match. I won't hold a grudge for the results or the happenings in this match unless you don't." the redhead let out with a bit of a smile.

When the temprature started to rise the Irish girl would let go of Anne's arm and attempt to take a step back, dropping down into a standard grappling stance as she'd keep her smile fixed on Anne, as well as her gaze. " How about we start things up nice and slow ? " The girl asked of course, as if it didn't truly matter to her if they started with a grapple or with them beating down on each other, even if she prefered the former.

Anne, on the other hand, had a very different view on the fight game. Psychology -the bluffing, the intimidation, the pre-fight getting-under-your-skin- was simply part and parcel of the entire match. It was as vital as the actual beatdown that was about to happen between them. Anne wasn't necessarily cruel or sadistic... but she did what she needed to win. She wanted to soar, yes, wanted to feel the blood blaze through her-

But above all that, she wanted to be the last one standing when all was said and done.

"I'll hold you to it," Anne said, smiling right back - for completely different reasons.

As Cat entered her grappling stance and invited Anne to do the same, Anne would seem to follow suit, her hands raised as if keen to meet hands or grapple... only for her right hand to lash out in a hard, vicious slap at Cat's right cheek. If the hit connected, she would her let her hands fall down to her sides and straighten her back, neither retaliating or following up, the smile gone from her face.

Almost as if she was waiting for Cat's counter-reponse.

Catelyn watched as the buxom tan-skinned beauty before her raised her arms and got ready in that grappling stance of hers, the two of them inching closer and closer when it seemed as if Anne was going to play along and go in for that grapple instead what Catelyn found was a harsh slap to her pretty cheek, snapping her head to the side and causing the redhead to stumble backwards a step out of confusion and surprise.

The Irish-American would turn her attention back to Anne and watch the woman drop her guard and stand there, a bit annoyed by the slap. Catelyn would march right forward at Anne and raise her arm up. Attempting to come in with a harsh slap of her own aimed right at the cheek of the buxom brunette before her!