Meet and Greet

Cicilia giggled as her girlfriend slipped up behind her, wrapping her arms around her stomach. She leaned back softly into her arms, closing her eyes and smiling her widest as rubbed their cheeks together like they were a pair of cats showing affection or something. She loved that about her so much... Always willing to show her love in the warmest, cuddliest ways possible. She blushed lightly as she felt her lover's warm, soft lips upon her cheek once more, the German craning her neck so she could do the same... Best part about going anywhere with her, she could just trade kisses and snuggles at any time... She felt so at peace... warm... loved...

Except for the fact her arm was KILLING her right now! Bubbles was in pain, she was in pain... It was all painful! To be less hyperbolic, her shoulder and biceps were KILLING her right now after that agonizing struggle, no doubt doing her any favors when it actually came time to fight that behemoth! Ugh... Not in happyfuntimeland right now... She leaned in and whispered her offer to Bubbles who in turn responded by telling her she wouldn't go TOO overboard. Cicilia nodded and smiled, glad she understood... She would DIE if this fight ruined her relationship with her girlfriend... Just, everything would come to an end. She hoped to god she wasn't making the wrong decision by giving the Virgin killer a little more leeway...

As Bubbles made her way to the ring, Cicilia turned back to her sweetheart, giving her a loving smile.

"Gotta go beat up the nice lady now..." She snickered before pressing her lips against hers in a nice long kiss. "...Wish me luck..." If Sayumi let her get up, The German would throw her a wink before grabbing the bag she came with, and making her way towards the nearest obscured part of the building to change. She brought her gear for a reason!

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After a minute or so, Cicilia would reappear heading towards the ring in her sports-bra and shorts, still rolling that shoulder to work out the pain... Slipping into the ring, Cicilia would smile at her colosal opponent, holding out her hand for her to take in a friendly hand-shake.

"Well, you won so what do you want to do? Wrestling or boxing first?"

This was it. The moment Bubbles had been waiting for this since she first laid her baby blue on Cicilia’s striking form. The chance to take her on, to test herself, to see just how much of a true juggernaut this woman was. She didn’t just want a match or a fight - she wanted a war. What was the point of having this powerful, dominating body if she never really put it through the paces.

So she went into the ring, made her way to the far corner, and started up her stretches as soon as possible, getting nice and limber - as limber as a woman her size could ever hope to be, anyway. By time her foe arrived, deck out in her fighting attire, Bubbles was more than ready, bouncing from heel while she leaned on the turnbuckle.

The referee, who'd been waiting patiently through all of this, came to the middle of the ring and motioned for them to join her. Not much longer, now.

”Well!” She leaned forward and gripped the ropes tight, holding on as she thrust her chest out and worked her shoulders. ”As much as I want a challenge, I didn’t go through that arm wrestling so I could start on a bad foot. Let’s kick it off with some good wrestling, hm?”

"Yeah I gue-Mmm!" Cut off, she still hummed pleasantly into their kiss, giving a cute little shimmy shake of her backside. When Cicilia pulled away she took a quick peck more on her lips before untangling herself from the boxer. She made it a habit to be a little kiss thief these days, rather than having the last word she found this to be a far more appreciated gesture. "Good luck!" As Cicilia got up and slipped by her, she quickly glanced back towards their hostesses before trying to sneak in a quick squeeze of her girlfriend's bottom as she went off to change. You know, for luck. She tried to position herself in such a way to be discrete about it, but depending on Cicilia's reaction that might have not worked.

Turning back around she glanced over Bubbles. She gave the larger woman a look, rather serious in fact. Her fingers swept up to point at her eyes before a finger jabbed at the air towards Bubbles. She had a stern look with narrowed eyes, she'd be watching her tonight... She let the air grow silent and tense before it buckled in on her and she started laughing. It had all been a joke... or was it?

"She's still learning a lot of wrestling stuff." She offered with a hint of concern. "We've been training quite a bit, but she's still new to this." She wouldn't outright ask for Bubbles to go easy, for both women's sake, but just wanted the veteran to know she should be mindful. It was easy to get seriously hurt in the ring when you were new and didn't have how to fall commited to muscle memory. She was trusting Bubbles to have good intentions and not misuse this information. With the wrong person this easily could have been a mistake.

She slipped away briefly to go get her binder in preparation for what she would be doing during their match, which was talking shop with Mariah. She hadn't mentioned it to Cicilia, but after doing research on the couple, she had decided to to take this time to grill the blond woman on manager related subjects. She wanted representation within AFW, and it seemed as though Mariah had a good record going. All that mattered now was if the woman was a good person and if she could be trusted. She wanted to check both of those boxes already, but she needed to prob a bit more to be sure.

"You two have fun!" She called when Cicilia returned and the two of them went off to the ring. She motioned Mariah back to their dinner table, a perfect place to watch the match and talk. "Since our girls are going to be doing work, I figured we could too. If you don't mind, I have some questions about your offer from the other night." She pat the binder lightly.

How did Cicilia react to having her butt squeezed for good luck...? She "meeped" cutely, tensing up and freezing almost instantly. the German's face turned almost nearly as red as Sayumi's lipstick as she turned back to face her, giving her a strange look... It seemed to be struggling to decide what it wanted to be from embarrassed to aroused... but eventually settled on the latter, flashing her lover a wide smile. She was going to get that back and more tonight regardless of how these next couple fights with Bubbles turned out! Oh she could see it now...

Yeah... Suffice it to say that being discrete wasn't really her strong suit... With her sanguine eyes burning with passion for her girlfriend, Cicilia flashed her one last suggestive look before making her way back to the changing room, giving her and the Virgin killer plenty of time to have their "conversation."

By the time she returned and ready to fight, the German inquired as to what they'd be doing to which Bubbles responded with wrestling. Sure! She had no problem with that! After all, it was to be expected considering she won the match and everything! Cicilia eyed her colossal opponent cautiously as she thrust her chest out in a most... distracting display, wondering how exactly was she going to fight a woman bigger and stronger than her. In boxing and wrestling, she was so used to having the strength advantage. A slugger by nature, she was all about overwhelming and dominating through pure might and endurance but how did you do that against someone bigger, stronger and tougher than you...? She'd have to be smart, that's what... Smarter than Bubbles who was likely not going to consider her a pushover either.

"Sure thing!" Cicilia grinned, tossing her boxing gloves aside. Of course, she brought them on the off chance Bubbles was feeling accommodating with the first round. The Juggernaut would move to her end of the arena and wait for the match to start, cracking her knuckles in anticipation.

"Ready to have some fun?"

There were precious few people on the planet Earth who could intimidate Bubbles Burste, but she had to give Sayumi credit for rather quickly making the list with her death glare. She held up her hands in defense as the finger was pointed her way, not wanting to look too guilty. She completely understood where this cutey was coming from - if the roles were reversed and Mariah was back in the ring, she might have similar words of warning. Though she probably would’ve sent her wife off with more than a butt squeeze. Not a single one, at least.

”I’m not really known for my soft touch. But.” Bubbles held up a finger. ”I won’t go too crazy, trust me.” She put a hand on her heart and gave Sayumi the most serious face she was capable of making.

It wasn’t too long before Cicilia came back and the two of them made their way to the ring, getting for their bout. While that happened, though, Mariah was surprised to find she had a little something extra to hold her interest. ”Oh, certainly.” She followed Sayumi over to the table and promptly took a seat. ”I take it you mean my offer to manage you, correct?” She looked towards the folder with a curious glint.

The look Bubbles gave Cicilia, however, was considerably hungrier.

”Ding, ding.” That was the only answer she gave Cicilia, before she raised her hands high and moved forward, closing in on her foe. She didn’t engage, though. She wanted to test the boxer a bit first, and to that end, she shot her hands out, intermittently reaching forward, trying to test out her range and bait her into an open charge.

Responding to her question with a simple "Ding-Ding", Bubbles closed in on her but surprisingly didn't attack. Instead, she seemed to taunt the boxer, periodically reaching out as if to grab her before pulling her hands back. This tactic was... unique... The German hadn't seen anything like it before. Still, if her purpose was to goad the boxer into getting in close, she succeeded. Cicilia was no good at a distance and her whole strategy revolved around weathering hits so she could get in a few of her own. She sprung forward to meet Bubbles as she extended her hands once more. Instead of raising her own to meet them, however, her legs suddenly shot out from under her in a very low drop kick, her feet shooting out to strike Bubbles' front leg in an attempt to take it out from under her! What better way to surprise foes then use moves you would NEVER use otherwise? Cicilia had to be smart if she was going to maintain an advantage here against a hungry Bubbles... God have mercy on the person who gets on her bad side...

If this hit succeeded, it might very well bring Bubbles down on top of her, giving Cicilia the position she needed to take advantage! If this followed through the way she planned, the juggernaut would attempt to tuck Bubbles' neck under her arm and pull down, putting her into a powerful head-lock! Hey, being choked out was a good way to put Cicilia down. Why would it not work on someone of similar talents?

She only hoped it worked REALLY well because if Bubbles broke out of it, Cicilia would find herself in an unfortunate position.

Bubbles stayed close, working at the edges of their effective ranges, as she continued to try and gauge her opponent’s movements. This was wholly unlike her, she realized this - normally, at this point, she would already be furiously attempting to hump her opponent into the canvas and claim dominance like a wild animal over her fresh kill.

Cicilia was a special case. Partly because her girlfriend was nearby, and she wanted to keep things PG-13. Partly because she was dealing with a woman who could potentially knock her out with a well-placed hit. Unique scenarios.

So she stayed ready and primed, anticipating Cicilia’s advance...or, at least, she thought she did, until the boxer started off by utilizing her lower limbs instead of the upper ones she was expecting, hitting her with a well-executed drop kick. It wasn’t enough to bring Bubbles all the way down, but she did fall to her knees, which put her head in a prime position to be snagged up in a tight headlock.

For the moment, Bubbles’ main goal was just to survive in the hold, and she started to thrash about, twisting this way and that, putting Cicilia’s grip to the test.

"That would be the one." Sayumi made her way over to the table, no real skip to herself. She walked visibly taller, trying to keep an air of professionalism about her. Hands clasped on her binder, she moved with Mariah to the table they had been eating at earlier. She looked back to the ring, positioning herself on a seat with a better view of the ring before settling in.

She glanced between Mariah and the action in the ring, trying not to get too caught in the wrestling at the moment. She had other things to take care of after all. Popping open her binder, she folded it open and began looking through various papers inside. "I currently don't really have representation, outside of myself. I wasn't really clear on what I was doing when I started out so my current contract with AFW isn't exactly great."

She wiggled a few papers out from the binder, setting them aside. "Becoming a wrestler full time was something I had wanted to do at first just as a job with something I liked. I want to make it an actual career now though. Getting opportunities is something you could no doubt help me with, yes?" she went quiet as she eyed the papers before looking back to Mariah. "If you were my manager, I would like to know what I could expect from a partnership."

Cicilia couldn't BELIEVE her maneuver actually got the drop on Bubbles, managing to drop her JUST enough to get her into a powerful under-armed headlock! The German couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she began to choke the life out of the Virgin-Killer though it was gone almost as fast as it arrived. She grunted in effort as Bubbles began THRASHING to escape her air-deprived prison! She wanted to put Cicilia's grip to the test? Well she was certainly doing that! Her size and strength was making it exceedingly uncomfortable to keep her hold! Her massive shoulders kept jamming into her ribs with each thrash, forcing a little bit of air out of her lips each time.

"Christ..." Cicilia grumbled, forcing the pain out of her mind as she tightened her grip even harder around the woman's neck. "Okay... this isn't working." Struggling herself to get her legs under her again, Cicilia would attempt to pull them both to their feet, all the while maintaining her under-arm headlock as tight as she possibly could! If she succeeded in maintaining the lock up until this point, Cicilia would suddenly drop RIGHT back down to the mat with Bubbles in her grip, Slamming the larger woman's head into it with a VICIOUS DDT! When she usually didn't "Hold-Back" That usually meant not keeping her remarkable strength in check. What it meant now was that ALL the stops were coming out, wrestling wise. Even the moves she was a complete novice at were going to see some action so long as they kept the American on her toes!

Mariah stole an occasional glance back to the ring, darting back there with her focus every now and then, but she kept her attention forward for the most part, not wanting to divide it too much. Bubbles was a hardy woman, and Cicilia seemed tougher than your average Panzer. They would be at it for a good while, and if she and Sayumi weren’t going to entertain themselves in the way Mariah often did when she came across another manager at ringside, this was a close second

”That’s not terribly surprising.” Mariah sighed at the mention of her contract and eased into her chair. ”The AFW has the biggest roster in the world, but not the biggest active roster. Wrestlers come and go so often that management doesn’t like to commit too much right of the gate.”

She leaned forward, laced her finger, and propped her elbows up on the table, looking serious, all the way. ”Well, firstly, I can negotiate to get you a better contract. Convince management that you’re worth their investment, help you stand out from the rest. I know who to talk to. I can see that your matches are better advertised, see that you’re given better spots on the lineup, put up against more high profile opponents.”

She looked up, thought for a moment, then brought her gaze back to Sayumi. ”Essentially, I do all the little things that you might not have the time or patience or know-how to do. I serve as your voice in meetings, I spread your name around, I read through contracts and spot all the fine print that most people either skip over or don’t understand when they do bother to read it.” She gave the edge of the table a pat. ”Would you like an example?”

To be specific, she was talking about Bubbles, who was having a fun little time in the ring. While things didn’t look too good at the moment, she wasn’t worried. Cicilia had her in a headlock. A good headlock, but just a headlock. No one in the history of wrestling had submitted to a headlock, and she wouldn’t be the first.

The DDT was a tad more troubling, however. That, she needed to kill in the crib.

When Cicilia jerked her, Bubbles brought her foot forward and slammed it down hard, stopping the momentum cold. She held there for a tense second, before she wrapped her arms around her opponent’s waist, arched her back, and attempted to send her flying overhead with a Northern Lights Suplex.