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

The lack of an initial response was all the answer Cicilia needed... She let herself lose control again and then this happened. Whatever friendship or... whatever she and Sayumi had together, the german could feel was being stretched to the limit. The expression on the girl's face, the way she just tried to laugh it off as if it were nothing... Cicilia could tell that she was struggling to maintain her patience. Cicilia too said little, just taking in how she was slowly poisoning the well before it even really began and how GOOD a job she was of doing it... All it took was forgetting for a moment how much she could hurt people and BAM... it was over. Poor Sayumi... this was who she was stuck with this afternoon.

The lavender beauty attempted to smile, giving her the win for this transgression but all the luster in that grin was lost somewhere... a shell. She was not happy and they both knew it. She had good reason to be, after all since a girl like Cicilia, who was supposed to be learning just wrenched her arm back not once, but twice and practically broke her trust that amount of times too! She claimed she was the one making the mistakes but there was only one person here that had little apparent self-control... and the thought made her miserable.

Taking five, as per the request, Cicilia made her way down towards the wet sand where the ocean came and went. She sat down just outside the tides reach, looking out over the water as if somewhere out there she'd find an answer to the question whether or not she'd hurt Sayumi like that again. Dramatic? Perhaps but that hollow smile rattled the German something fierce... Despite only knowing the girl for.... what... a day now, she cared about what she thought of her. The sight she might be losing hope was jarring to say the least.

Resolved to not let it happen again, Cicilia summoned her will and forced it inwards, attempting to chain her impulses and anger, being more aware of her surroundings... at least of Sayumi. Everyone might be too tall an order but the Sayumi she could do. Cicilia would sit on the edge of the ocean until the other girl said she was ready...

Their parting had been a silent one, Sayumi back to her back perched upon the rocks, Cicilia to the sea. The lack of words shared as they went in different directions had been very telling. She had tried to smooth things over but she wasn't sure it worked. With a sigh she glanced back to the listless woman sitting beside the ocean. Had she done something wrong to her? Perhaps the teasing had been to much. With a shake of the head she dismissed the thoughts. It wasn't doing either of them good to dwell on it now. Maybe she could talk to her about it late when the wound wasn't as fresh.

Her fingers fumbled with her sash, trying to work it loose. As she tugged and tried to force one of her nails in between the tight space of the knot to no avail. She was becoming frustrated, uncharacteristically so, so she just sucked in her breath and forced it down, shimmying it off with a bit of work. Crouching down she scooped it up in her hands, turning it over in the sun's light. The various chibi cats embedded into the cloth seemed to dance in the faint breeze and she couldn't help but laugh. It was so silly in this moment, and she couldn't even understand why.

She sashayed away from her bag leaving everything undisturbed to make her way to the lonesome Cilicia. She stepped up beside her, looking out over the ocean. "It really is a beautiful day, huh?" She smiled faintly, glancing sidelong down to the other girl. "Can you watch them for me?" She crouched, offering the still knotted kitty sash to Cilicia. "I know you'll take good care of them." She would leave it with her either way, either handed directly or lightly draped over the other woman's head if she didn't take it from her. Rising back up, Sayumi walked herself into the tide where she could clean herself off, it shouldn't take too long. Wading out through the waters, going slowly and stiffly she paused between small foamy waves, letting them pass when she was ready for them in case they had been stronger then expected. Unlike the day, the water wasn't quite as warm as she would have liked, but that was fine, it would feel nice once she got out of it, reinvigorated. Cupping her hands together she began collecting water with her palms to splash over herself, doing her best to rub off the wet sand.

Cicilia glanced up from her brooding Sayumi walked up to her somewhat provocatively, standing beside her as they both looked out over the ocean.

Not the most beautiful thing here. was what she wanted to say and she even going as far as to subtly mouth it before looking up and smiling softly at the lavender cutie.

"Yeah... a beautiful day... Sayumi would crouch down beside the juggernaut, asking if she could hold onto her sash, putting her confidence in her again. Heh... that little kitty sash... Just another part of that adorable outfit the cutie wore today... But then again, maybe not because she was giving it to her for her to keep safe. Cicilia didn't know what to say... Noticing her hesitation, Sayumi simply slipped the sash over the German's head before heading into the warmer water as the juggernaut watched on, a faint blush washing over her cheeks.

Cicilia had lost track of how many times this girl had made her blush today, not that she was objecting... much... The dark-haired beauty held the sash close, running her fingers over the fabric as she watched the other girl wash the sand off her skin. Cicilia smiled faintly, noting just how cute she looked cleaning herself off... Almost like one of the kittens that dotted her sash. Around this girl, she was as vulnerable and flustered as she's ever been and with only Sayumi, she actually enjoyed it... She sighed lightly, dreamily even, before turning her gaze to the sash she gave her, running her fingers along it's face...

"..."

It was impossible to know his she had gotten it all, but she was already feeling better, more presentable. The last few cupped handfuls of ocean had gone to splash though her hair, the normally short bouncy mane slicked back to cling.

She could still feel it, that burning sensation when she reached up to wet her hair.

Determined to ignore the pain gripping her shoulder, she knew she'd have to be a bit more careful to keep from doing any more harm to herself. She knew she should call the remainder of their match off, but she didn't want it to end. Not like that anyhow. The last thing she wanted was for Cicilia to associate wrestling, and her too for that matter, with a day gone wrong. She wouldn't be the one to poison the well. Steeling herself, she dipped one last time to easily draw the cool water up over her shoulder, seeking momentary relief. Take five wasn't literal, right? She could afford a few more minutes.

Wading her way back through the shallows she kept her attentions back on Cicilia attempting the assess if some of the gloom had lifted in the brief reprieve. As the water slipped away beneath her, her footfalls, light and almost elegant left small imprints in the wet packed sand. Sayumi looked over the seated Cicilia, her wet and dripping form seemingly eclipsing the sun. The hidden celestial body, behind another celestial body gave her a faint halo of light, droplets twinkling as they rolled down her body.

"Ready?" She extended her leg, prodding at the boxer's shine with her toes. "If you are going to chicken out on me, now would be the time." She smiled down to the raven haired girl, offering her good arm to her to assist her to her feet.

Cicilia snapped out of her trance as Sayumi approached, the german looking up to see her glistening form shine like an angel before her. Her sanguine eyes widened, completely taken aback how a simple dip in the ocean could raise a looker like her from a 10 to an 11 in just a short couple of minutes...

W-wow... Cicilia thought, unable to keep her eyes from wandering. She must've been staring for the longest time because Sayumi prodded her with her foot, asking if she was ready to continue, if she was going to back out. Heh... And miss out wrestling with her now...? Not a chance.

"Oh...? You're confident." The juggernaut observed with a sly smile, taking the hand she offered, pulling herself to her feet. She felt a warmth swell and spread through her chest, manifesting in a light bloom of pink on her cheeks as she just observed the woman before her. There was no thoughts or fantasies, nothing but observation and the soft, warm feeling associated Sayumi's features. Her hair now slicked back, her skin shining with water dropplets rolling down, but that same smile on her lips that made the german smile herself. Since her boxing courier, she had made friends, but none like her. Year-long friendships never rang as true as this one she's held for only two days. She couldn't describe how or why... She didn't need to either... Cicilia was just enjoying the moment.

"The better question is... Are you ready?"

Not even remotely... "Heh, of course." She smirked, inclining her head in a gesture of false pride. "Who do you think you're talking to? I'm practically the queen of this beach." She lifted a hand, wagging her finger at Cicilia as if she had made a terrible misstep. "I hope you weren't expecting me to take pity on you a second time." Yes. Having her arm nearly ripped from the socket was just her being sympathetic towards the losing Cicilia... at least it was in this fictional place she was pulling this act from.

She went to step past towards the dry beach when she paused, subtly lifting herself up on the balls of her feet to drop again. She glanced down at the wet sand which provided not only a firmer foundation for footing, but less of a hazard for her roll around in now that she was dripping. She slipped the back of her fingers along the wet curtain of her hair, tauntingly flicking droplets of sea water at the other woman's face. This would be a better battleground for their final fall, just as long as they didn't get too close to the rolling tides lapping the beach.

She took a few springing steps back from the German slugger, slipping into her now familiar grappler stance. Thankfully for her, the arm she had to protect wasn't her prominent one. She wondered faintly as she issued Cicilia a challenging look, if this is what it was like staring down the barrels of a firing squad.

Sayumi's apparent confidence was reassuring a bit, letting at least a little of the weight off Cicilia's shoulders.... But only a bit. She knew just how much she hurt the other girl and didn't need her pretending otherwise to make her feel better. She saw how much she squirmed, heard how much she cried out for mercy... Those dark thoughts still haunted her in the back of her head somewhere and only grew more to the front as she heard those words of confidence... On top of that, the way they separated a few moments ago made it so stupidly obvious what Sayumi thought of her that even someone like Cicilia could see through her guise.

She's afraid...

How selfish she was to think that this little act was just for her. Chances were she was also feeding off this act to boost her own confidence as well. She could only guess but judging everything that happened so far, it was unfortunately a good one. She wondered if Sayumi would ever go anywhere with her again after this... She probably wouldn't... not after how she nearly took out her arm-

Cicilia blinked as the lavender cutie flicked drops of water at her in a playful gesture, snapping her out of that downward spiral. She ran her wrist across her cheek rubbing off the water quietly... and smiled. At least... at least this last time would be a good one... Worth it. She'd try her best to make it so.

As Sayumi backpedaled a few steps, lowering herself into her grappling stance, Cicilia took in her surroundings, namely the fact they were no longer standing on loose, wet sand. They stood just outside the reach of the tide where the sand was wet and sturdy... This made a more easily traversable terrain, let alone a safer one, so long as they didn't push their match into the water. The german too lowered herself into a grappler stance, letting Sayumi make the first move.

Restraint, Cicilia... For Sayumi, restraint!

She had an idea of what she wanted to do. The moving parts made it complicated, but hoped it would take Cilicia off guard enough that she could make something of it. The long silence hung between them as they stood opposite one another, tension building. She looked serious, ready to do this. "Lets GO!"

She charged forward, kicking up a wad of wet sand behind her. Her jaw clenched as she pumped her arms, suppressing the pain with each motion as she sped towards Cilicia. Still at a measurable distance from the other woman, she took to the air, leaping up to throw herself forward, long legs straightening as she assumed her part time job of being a living weapon, hurdling at the raven haired girl. "Haaaah!" Unlike her dropkick from the other night, this one wasn't intended for the chest, no, this one well far lower towards Cicilia's shins. She intended to blow Cilia's legs out from under her so she'd fall forward...

Forward into Sayumi's waiting embrace. She would have landed on her back, legs spread wide, ready to try and catch Cilicia's face between her legs before attempting to lock in a figure 4 headlock on her. Granted, this was normally done from behind the opponent, but she figured the principal was the same. If she managed to entangle the German knockout, she'f attempt to grab Cilia's wrists, expecting her to try and catch herself, and pull them up towards her, trying to keep them stretched to keep the boxer from being able to really assert her muscle to fight back. Her left arm, still weak, would have an especially hard time doing this if she met resistance.

If she failed to get hold of Cilicia, she was in deep trouble. She would be completely open on the ground.

"COME AT ME!" Cicilia challenged as Sayumi charged her. She waited a moment herself before dropping her stance entirely and charging down the wrestler as well, though she was slightly slower. The German expected the lavender cutie and she to clash in the center, matching their strengths or something similar but she was oh, so wrong...

"WHAAAAA!" Cicilia gasped as suddenly her legs were taken out from under her by an unexpected LOW drop kick of all things, causing the girl to fall face first not into the sand... but in between the girl's legs that snared around her neck like some kind of trip-wire trap... Cicilia didn't even have time to suffer a horrid blush attack before the constriction of her throat started to take place, only barely able to see up into Sayumi's chest from the position she was in. Gasping for breath, she attempted to raise her hands, pry herself free but Sayumi already foresaw that action...

Not only being strangled by the neck, Cicilia had her arms tied up as well, pulled up and away, far past their intended targets by Cicilia, leaving her struggling with nothing but her core to support her...

"UGH....! URH...." She protested as her air supply was effectively cut off, throwing her hips this way and that, trying to pull herself into a kneeling position as best she could... if she could just get up... if she could just GET UP!!! Even with her superior strength, rising from this position would be extremely difficult... With Sayumi's core nowhere near her own, there would be an extreme problem being able to kneel properly, let alone stand... With all that weight on her neck and being choked out... this would be a desperate escape. Cicilia gasped, her hot breath running up Sayumi's legs as she tugged her arms as well. She couldn't... wouldn't lose like she did before... not to Sayumi's (gorgeous) boobs, nor to her (gorgeous) legs! She had to win.... the right way.

Sayumi brought her knee around over her own ankle, clamping down her hold on Cicilia's head. It all was coming together as she yanked the other woman's arms, keeping her elbows bent near ehr body to support the force of the boxer's pullback. She rolled slightly from side to side with Cicilia's thrashing but was more than capable of keeping them stable on the sand. She could feel the strain though... with each jerk and pull. Sihe winced, biting down on her lip. Tap... just tap... come on!

She lost it, her arm failing her as Cicilia was able to jerk one arm free from her grasp. She panicked in that moment. Cicilia's go to escape tool so far was to punch her way out, and she did not want to be on the end of her fists again if she could help it. She released her grip on Cicilia's other wrist, giving the boxer full use of both her arms again in order to try and salvage this. Her palms hit the sand as she pushed, back straining as she tried to roll the two of them over. Cicilia onto her back, and Sayumi onto her stomach while keeping her head trapped. If she managed to do this, shed push herself up to straddle her neck/head while sitting on her chest. Her legs would have parted enough to distribute her weight enough to maintain her balance, as a result Cicilia was released from her crushing thighs.

She needed to pin Cicilia back down but didn't have time to grab for her wrists again if she reacted fast enough. She was counting on the disorientating effects of the transition along with the compromising position would keep Cicilia from exploiting this opening.