Sayumi Arai Vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt [Beach Match- Unofficial]

Sayumi Arai vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt

Match Type: Beach Match: No holds barred
Location: Remote beach strip (Private)
Winning Condition: 2 out of 3 falls, pin or submission.
Special Conditions: Participants must wear swim gear.
Victor Receives:Bragging rights and lunch bought by loser.

Sayumi sat quietly on the rocks overlooking the ocean, kicking her feet as she worked to finish the last of her ice cream cone. It had been a bit of a walk after reaching the beach to find the exact location, but the cryptic texts Cicilia had sent with accompanied landmarks to direct her had been enough. Come prepared, the text had said. She wasn't entirely sure what that meant but in this particular instance she assumed it meant dressing for fun in the sun. She kicked her feel as she licked the last of the creamy treat from the paper cone, crumbling the waste to to slip into her hand bag to throw out later. She slipped her phone from her bag, shielding the screen from the sun as she looked at the time. She had gotten her a bit earlier than expected, but hadn't minded the wait.

It was impossible to look modest, at least with her selection of beachwear. The tight two piece bikini left little to the imagination. A dark pink border, the smooth cloth, what little of it there was, which covered her breasts and comprised her bottom was a pattern of various hues of pink hearts on a pristine white backdrop. Today had been particularly warm and sunny, so she wore a pair of sunglasses she picked up from the corner store by her place. Atop her head sat an adorable wide brimmed woven sun hat, the small back band around the outside was laced with bright colored flowers giving it a very tropical look. Around her waist she had a simple sash which flowed down off the rock face. Semi transparent, the material was light and breezy, meant to be worn as a shawl or sash as she was doing now. It was a light pink with tiny cartoon cat faces imprinted along its length.

Cicilia had kept the nature of this meeting a secret for a reason, wanting to surprise her new rival with her decision. The location she chose was a nice sandy beach early in the afternoon when the sun was high, the air was hot and the sand was warm... The German walked along the shoreline where the tide licked at her feet, coming and going, rising and receding... It felt great...

Swimsuit:

Spoiler:

She wore a revealing, black/white bikini top, striped in a circular pattern with a black skirt-like bottom that revealed the shape of her rear nicely. It was only for a chosen few that she'd fight in such a... different kind of attire and even though she only met her once, she felt that Sayumi might be that special person. She smiled as she breathed in the ocean air, the sensation of it's breeze running along her practically-bare body being an exquisite sensation. She was so glad she chose this place... It was gonna be a great day, she could feel it.

Speaking of a great day, Cicilia smiled as she saw Sayumi off in the distance. She got here early, huh...? That was fine. It saved her the trouble of waiting around herself. She noticed how she looked out over the ocean, seemingly watching how the light danced across it's rippling face. It was almost a shame they had to fight in such a beautiful place, wasn't it...? Almost.

"Hey!" Cicilia called, waving her arm to get Sayumi's attention. It was only as she drew closer to the rock-face was she able to make out the specifics of her rival's swim-gear, spotting all the hearts upon her breasts and the cats along her see-through sash... The hat she wore was also a nice touch, pulling her outfit from cute, to absolutely adorable. Ah... Even though she was probably going to lose... this was gonna be fun. A small pink hue flashed across her cheeks as she approached, caught off guard by the obvious adorableness. Put Cicilia's swimsuit to shame... easily

"You're early, huh? Well... I suppose it doesn't matter. Ready for our rematch, Sayumi?" She said, looking up at her opponent standing atop the rocky structure.

She frowned at a smudge on her phone screen, turning over her hand to spot a bit of melted ice cream on her hand. She slipped her fingers into her mouth one by one to suck them clean. She blinked at the distant voice, looking up down the beach with a finger still poked in her mouth. Popping her fingers out from her mouth she waved ecstatically to the approaching Cilicia, hurrying to sash her phone back into her bag. "Heeeeey!" She scooted on her butt along the rocks until she could push herself down off them to land gracefully on the warm sand. She brushed back the semi-transparent sash to unbunch it from her thighs letting it fall properly.

She seemed genuinely happy to see Cilicia, though it was clear from the way she moved she was still feeling some of the effected from their first encounter, which likely boded well for the german slugger's chances, if only slightly. She slipped her hands behind her back, clasping her hands together as she bounced a bit on the balls of her feet. "Yeah, I haven't been this far down the beach before, so I wasn't sure how long the walk would be. I got you some ice cream but... it sort of melted." She flashed Cicilia a small smile, one of embarrassment and sympathy she couldn't have shared the treat together.

She blinked behind her sunglasses, at this range Cilicia could see they were framed to look like big hearts. She tipped the glasses down slightly to peer over the rims at the other woman, clearly confused. She had assumed they were going for a swim, or perhaps a game of Frisbee. "Out here?" She cast glance down either side of the beach before settling her sights back on Cicilia, color faintly rising in her cheeks. She wiggled her toes in the sand, shifting the weight in her hips as she tested the sandy ground. She hadn't ever wrestled in the sand before, this would be different for certain. She wasn't certain why she suddenly felt so bashful about this all. Getting close to someone in the ring was part of what she did, but this was a bit different. Cilicia had sought her out, there weren't any cameras or cheering fans her.

She pulled off her sunglasses, folding them up. She had said Cicilia could pick the match type, and she certainly wasn't going back on her word not. She couldn't help but wonder if the other woman had some sort of ulterior motive or trick up her sleeve. She slipped the sunglasses into her bag atop the rocks and removed her sunhat to cover the bag. Sayumi's fingers combed through her hair, fluffing the bouncy lavenders locks to their natural state. "What are the rules?" She inquired with an innocent curiosity on her face.

Cicilia snickered at the comment about her once-was ice-cream, slightly touched she thought of her anyway. It didn't matter that the sun took it away, just that she Sayumi cared enough to try. She smiled back, matching the lavender-haired girl's sympathetic smile with one of appreciation.

The German tilted her head, confused as to the other girl's reaction. She seemed surprised (which she could understand), but also uncertain and slightly bashful about the location. Yes... no one would be watching them, judging them or betting against one or the other. Neither of them would have to feel bad about their losses... It was just them, the sand and the ocean with nobody but the sun as their witness. In Cicilia's mind, this was nothing less than a miracle of a match. Why would Sayumi have a problem with it?

"Yeah...? Out here." Cicilia responded, placing her hands on her hips. "Its a nice day out, there's nobody around but us and further down the beach is a dock where all the food-places are. Why not wrestle here? Besides... I... uh... thought it'd be fun to go at it like this." Cicilia's blush flashed further across her cheeks, matching Sayumi's somewhat, but that all disappeared the moment Sayumi took off her had and sunglasses, asking what their rules of engagement would be. Immediately, her face brightened, her smile widening once again.

"It'll be a no-hold's barred match. 2 out of 3 falls or a submission determines the winner. The loser also has to buy the winner lunch. Anything she wants." Cicilia shifted her weight herself, checking the ground she stood on too. The uneven looseness of the sand was going to make it hard for either of them to charge the other, likely forcing this into a close struggle for dominance. There wasn't going to be much retreating with the ground acting as an inhibitor nor were there any ropes to use as propulsion... Just them and the soft sand. Cicilia held out her hand to the lavender beauty for her to take, a light sparkle of competitiveness in her eye.

"What do you say? Deal?"

She had only been out on the beach for a good forty minutes, and she had to agree. The setting was perfect, for walking, swimming, even photogenic enough for a postcard. Wrestling though? This was new to her. She was aware beach matches existed, both out in the open and in a makeshift ring with posts, ropes, the whole nine. She wasn't expecting this to be her christening voyage into being in one though. It was better this way though. She could get some experience and not have to contend with all the negatives that could come with getting trounced in an official AFW match. Though, that all depended on how much Cicilia would hold it over her if she lost.

She had waited for a trick, but none had come in the way of the rules. It was here she took not of the other girls rosy cheeks. Was she embarrassed? Her eyes wandered the raven hair beauty's form, not at all being subtle before meeting eyes again. She wasn't sure what she would have to be embarrassed about, by all accounts Cilicia was gorgeous... Was that the trick? It had to be. Sayumi squinted at Cilicia, giving her a 'I know what you're up to' look as she reached out to take the other woman's hand in hers and shake it. "Deal. Good thing I know all the expensive good places in town." She smirked at the lie, it wasn't as if she had the money to ever go to places like that herself. She was just looking to shake the other woman up before they got going, give her something to maybe panic about. Still holding on to there handshake she made the possible mistake of asking after having just prodded the bull. "When do we start?"

"HA! Yeah... good thing so I don't have to decide when you lose." Cicilia retorted with an arrogant smirk, noting that Sayumi still held her hand. Ah, so she was thinking the same thing then? Well... this little surprise might not be so effective then. When she asked asked when they'd start, the German smiled, her grin now charged with energy as she tightened her grip on her opponent's hand slightly, a signal for what was coming.

"Right now..." She grinned before suddenly jerking her towards her by her hand. She attempted to pull Sayumi closer, close enough that Cicilia could wrap her arms around the girl's back, pressing their chests tightly together as she attempted to initiate a bear-hug. With all the raw strength behind the Juggernaut and the fact that Sayumi herself had felt the sting of her punches, this was probably a less than subtle strategy. Power plays were just about all Cicilia knew in the art of Wrestling and this was one of the few submissions she's learned.

Of course, if the better wrestler managed to resist Cicilia's strength some how or if her hug didn't reach it's intended target, the boxer would attempt to raise her arms up in some kind of defense, ready to meet any counter-offense the lavender beauty might offer.

Sayuri was about to pull away from the handshake to open up distance for them to begin, but she found herself yanked violently forward. Stumbling in the sand she collided against Ciclia, the wall that was the raven beauty stopping her completely, not even so much as budging. She admired how sturdy she must be, especially in the sand. She had considered even mentioning it to her but words were lost to a wheeze. Their body pressed so tightly close together, her back arching as she let out a cry as she was constricted in Cicilia's impossibly strong arms. She winced, staring at the brawler in shock as she had been taken for a fool already. "D... dirty." She groaned.

She planted her palms on Cicilia's shoulders, trying to somehow push back against the hold.  her legs kicked a bit as she struggled in vain, her strength hopelessly overshadowed by the raven hair beauty's. She was suppose to be the wrestler here, the expert between them How couldn't she break out of something as simple as a bearhug?! Her pushing became frantic, panicked as her palms slipped off Cicilia with each attempted push back. Stop panicking! She had to pull herself together... if she couldn't break the hold herself, she have to get Ciclia to release her.

She draped her arms over Cicilia's shoulders, trying to take a moment to catch her breath from her struggling. It was no use though, every wasted moment she could feel herself getting weaker. She brushed her fingers back through the other woman's hair, grabbing hold as hard as she could to try and  wrench her head from one side to the other. She doubted this would be enough, but hoped that perhaps she would be annoyed enough with her that she would let her go. No wrestler worth their salt would do that, not with it working so good. But maybe the inexperienced Cicilia would make an obvious mistake.

Cicilia couldn't believe that worked. Sayumi was in her arms, struggling for dear life, gasping and protesting but all the same helpless in her bearhug... Somehow, on her first move, the inexperienced German was already pulling ahead but somehow it didn't feel as good as she'd hoped. Yeah... her first move was underhanded... She mistook that look the lavender cutie gave her as one of understanding, that she knew what was going to happen. Now that her plan actually worked... it felt just as dirty as Sayumi claimed.

That didn't stop her from letting go though, not when she was already this far ahead. Just as before, the more experienced wrestler struggled hard against Cicilia's all-powerful might, pushing against her shoulders in a vain effort to struggle against the inevitable... Now would be a perfect opportunity to talk smack, and maybe she would have to a different opponent... Cicilia's face simply remained hard as her lips curled into a growl, struggling to maintain her pressure.

It seemed that Sayumi wasn't going to lose so easily though as she quickly grabbed fist-fulls of Cicilia's hair, jerking her head side to side and throwing the boxer through a loop. She gasped, almost instantly releasing her grip on the other girl's spine, clutching at her rival's arms instead.

"Augh!" She gasped in protest, attempting to grab Sayumi's arms and pull them free. This was her first mistake... The Juggernaut, in all her strength and boxing prowess, had forgotten to keep up her guard... and now left her entire lower body open to assault.

It worked! She couldn't believe it, how that that worked? Cicilia must really have been as green as grass after all, though Sayumi wasn't about to claim. Had she been made to submit so early, and to the very first move the raven haired beauty had pulled on her... She would have just walked herself into the ocean, never to be seen again. Feet planted firmly now, she took a half step back to steady herself. She wasn't out of danger, just yet.

She pulled back her hands almost immediately to press the attack now that she was free, one had narrowly avoided  the boxer's grasp while her other had been caught by the wrist. She would pull, but was unlikely to free that one if Cicilia had managed to get a good grip. It wouldn't matter, not for what she had in mind.  Leaning in, she pressed their bodies together. She reached up and over the other woman's shoulder, to try and secure her arm around her in what someone might foolishly assume was a hug. Using the other woman's incredibly strong posture to hold her weight, she'd attempt to  hop up and wrap her long powerful legs around Cicilia's midsection. The embrace seemed almost sensual, it certainly felt that way as she was wrapping herself around Ciclia. Sayumi whispered in a soft tone, dripping with veiled manipulation. "Let me..." If she wasn't stopped however, and managed to hook her own ankles behind the boxer's back, she would be able to finally apply pressure and constrict her as she clung on. Maybe she was the dirty fighter after all.