Meet and Greet

Sayumi nodded along quietly as Mariah explained. When they had initially discussed the idea of tailoring Bubbles new attire that had been a point brought up. "Well, I'd have to see what your old gear looked like before I could really think up ideas around the issue. It's always possible to make portions of it tear away if needed with clasps or buttons." She offered a helpful little grapevine, though it was true she was shackled by not really knowing what Mariah's gear had look liked or without input directly from Bubbles. It all came down to what the Virgin Killer wanted. That was especially important, presenting yourself as well as feeling comfortable. She couldn't help but feel the larger woman might be a bit more careful with the garments if she had time and effort invested in helping to dream them up.

"I would love to face someone as experienced as Valley Doll..." never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she would ever face a champion. It didn't matter to her where or how, but the experience she could get from squaring off against one of the best in the business was worth more than a simple pay raise on her contract. This was the sort of thing that put people on the map. What if she actually managed to win? The amount of doors that could open up to her would be nearly endless. She shifted in her seat, trying to hold back her excitement. Was this really happening? "Only if it's not too much trouble." She was nearly bursting at the seams trying to keep it all inside and not just break down before her new manager to be gushing and blubbering about how thankful she would be for such an opportunity.

How good or bad Mariah may have been was never really that much of a concern. So long as someone had that love of the ring, a fire in their belly for what it was they did, that was enough for her. She couldn't help but want to face Mariah, not for any real other reason than the fact it wasn't really an option for the woman anymore. That elusive sense of the world of "what ifs". Had Mariah been an active member of the roster, she couldn't help but feel that allure may have been lost. If the woman could do everything she seemed to boasting she could, Sayumi was more than happy to have her in her corner rather than across her in the ring. She had come into this little meeting with high expectations, but the blond was proving that they had still been far to low.

In truth, Mariah was likely putting the cart a bit too far in front of the horse with her suggestion. Valley was a busy woman, and while she thought the blond owed her a favor or two, there was always the possibility she wouldn’t see it that way. She was usually good about wrestling new talent, though, and if Mariah turn on the charm and the puppy dog eyes, there was a good chance she could get this done.

”It’s not too much trouble, really. It what I’d be doing as your manager - promoting you, getting you opportunities, and-” Her focus was taken away for a second, turned back to the ring, where things were starting to get a bit more intense and perilous for her wife.

Bubbles didn’t like doing the clinch. While she wasn’t a boxer by any stretch, she was familiar enough to recognize it as a less than preferrable tactic, something to done when you weren’t in the best standing, which certainly fit the place she was in right now. Cicilia was just too fast, hit too hard, and had too much skill for her to keep up with full-time, and if surviving this meant she had to hit the reset button, well, that was what she would do.

Plus, truth told, she didn’t hate the way their chests felt brushing up against each other. She’d promised Sayumi not to get too crazy in this ring ,but hey, accidents happened…

Before she could enjoy the contact, however, Cicilia brought it all to a screeching halt with a thunderous blow to her face, one that rattled the Virgin Killer to her core. The Juggernaut’s explosive power left her seeing stars, and while she didn’t let go of the clinch, it lost all of its strength, left her glassy-eyed and weak-kneed.

For the moment, all she could do was lean against Cicilia, using the smaller woman as a crutch to hold her up, and she doubted her foe would be content to play that role for very long.

Mariah had similar thoughts, but she tempered them for a moment and put her focus back to Sayumi. ”So,” She steepled her fingers. ”Are you interested in giving me a try, then? I understand if you want more time to consider.”

And she had thought right... Cicilia wasn't going to let this opportunity pass by! She was in it to win it after all! Bubbles was left completely disoriented after that blow to her face, the much larger woman merely using her as a support instead of trapping her like she should've. One more well placed blow to the chin should do it, she wagered... Bubbles was so heavy though... it was going to be hard to back out of this clinch without having the american fall on top of her! Grunting loudly with effort, Cicilia attempted to wedge an arm between the Virgin Killer and herself, using this newfound leverage to shove some distance between them! She would need it if she was going to deliver the full force of her punch!

If she managed to get the dazed wrestler away from her for just a second, Cicilia would cock her free arm back, seemingly "charging" up the energy within it... Her muscles tensed with each passing moment... She was building up for her ultimate punch, that which could dent metal if she struck if she hit it hard enough. If Bubbles remained stunned long enough for the German to prepare her punch... she would feel a CRUSHING strike against her cheek as she was hit with the full force of the TRAIN WRECKER PUNCH! It was this punch that made her proud to be a fighter of any sort, the one that one-hit K.O-ed The first person it was used on (and hit). Granted, Bubbles was no 5 foot tall midget with an inferiority complex but knocking a person out cold with one punch was impressive no matter the size!

Cicilia was certain this would seal her victory in the second round.... and perhaps give her an advantage in the 3rd...

One second, one punch. That was all it took.

Bubbles knew that Cicilia would bring the thunder, but even she didn’t anticipate it would be this bad. Before she could even think about getting her guard up in some attempt at defense, Cicilia threw a haymaker of a blow that would’ve crashed any hastily made guard she could’ve put up, anyway, taking it right on the chin. Bubbles vision faded to black for a crucial second, a flash knockout, and when she came back to reality, she was falling, falling, falling back to the canvas.

The Virgin Killer hit with an appropriately loud crash, rattling the ring and the room along with it, and that was where she stayed for the moment. Eyes open, staring into the ceiling as the referee began her count. ”1! 2!”

3!
4!

The Ref counted as Cicilia took a few steps back from the toppled giant, waiting to see if Bubbles had enough strength to make it back up in time. She had hit the ground hard, all that muscle and bulk sending her crashing to the mat with a force SO LOUD, it practically shook the whole area! Even the boxer winced at the woman's intimate introduction to the floor!

5!

6!

"Well... That was fun." She remarked as Bubbles' eyes fluttered open, glad to see she was quick to recover. Not many women (that Cicilia knew at least) Could take a Train-wrecker and wake up like that... T'was a testament to the American's tankiness and resolve to say the least. "Good fight." She spoke softly, as if offering the idea of giving up to her. It was obvious from their exchange that she was simply no match for her. Bubbles had strength, range and size, but Cicilia had experience on her side. She was confident that any further exchanges (unless Bubbles could out-last her) would keep ending like this, with the larger woman knocked down and with the veteran standing tall. If the massive tanned wrestler stayed down for the count, Cicilia would walk over after the chime of "10", offering her hand to the older woman, she who she considered her friend.

"We can move to the next round, if you'd like."

True, Mariah hadn’t been giving the match full attention, mostly dividing her attention between it and her potential client. Multitasking like this was never her strongest suit, if she was being wholly honest - she found it difficult to divide her focus between business and something else. Particularly when that something else was her wife getting mollywhopped around a ring.

But when she saw the climatic punch land, she was jerked away from her conversation, shifting her eyes to look at Bubbles and only Bubbles. The world seemed to slow as the Virgin Killer went toppling, turning into a crawl, all the way until she hit the floor with a thunderous impact.

And didn’t get up.

Fraught with concern, she was up and running to the ring before she even really knew what was going, as if her legs were programmed to move on their own accord in this situation. ”Bubbles?” She came to the ringside, standing near her wife, and popped her  head in under the ropes. ”Hey, Bubbles, are you okay?”

That answer would be a resounding ‘no’, if only Bubbles could’ve mustered the sense to say it. Instead she was left laying there, staring up at the ceiling with her mouth gaping, as she waited for her brain to reboot. She could get up. She would be fine. Just not in time to salvage this round.

Bubbles had just begun to sit up when the referee hit ‘10’ ceding this boxing match to the actual boxer, for little surprise. She was left to simply shake her head and take Cicilia’s offered hand, using it to pull her way back up and stand tall. ”I’m good, I’m good. Just felt like I took a sledgehammer to the face.” She gave Cicilia a hefty shake, but tightened her fist and pulled her in closer, her lips twisting with a hint of mania. Her tone was playful, but there was an edge to it.

”Next round. Oh, yeah.”

Oh. Right. This was an interview. She was suppose to be grilling Mariah, getting in the muck to ask her all the hard ball questions to see if she had what it took to be her manager. Sayumi couldn't help but feel that as an interviewer she had botched this up pretty good. She liked Mariah too much, and truthfully had gone into their chat wanting her as representation even before they started discussing it.

Sayumi leaned back in her chair, armed crossed as she tapped her chin. While she wasn't exactly the best negotiator which was painfully obvious by her contract, she was pretty good at playing hard to get which Cicilia could attest to. She looked as though she was weighing her options before nodding. “Alright. I will give you a try.”

Sayumi glanced to the ring, the commotion suddenly pausing with Bubbles’ clinch had done more to catch her attention that the two women battering one another. Her eyes slowly squinted, wincing far in advance as she saw Cicilia winding up for a punch that Sayumi was familiar with. She leaned back in her chair, half looking away even before the punch was thrown.

Bubbles was only human, which is why she fell. Had she somehow managed to stay upright after taking her girlfriend’s signature punch, she would have questioned who or what the woman actually was. While she wasn't happy to see the larger woman hurt or thrilled at Mariah’s worry for her partner, she had obligations to. Cicilia was amazing. She had just felled a giant, after coming from behind in the first round. Cupping her hands around her mouth she shouted praised from a distance. “Yeah! Go Cici! You’re the champ!” Though her yelling fell silent when Mariah hurried over to the ring, feeling a pang of guilt.

Sayumi slipped from her seat, following after to the ringside area to stand beside her. She couldn't help but flash her lover a big bright smile, more so after she had helped Bubbles to her feet. She couldn't help but wonder how the two women in the ring would do as tag partners over herself and Cicilia. Certainly a far more intimidating force.

“Good job Bubbles. I did tell you she hit hard.” She grinned a bit cheekily, but she was as always pretty good natured about it. Had Bubbles actually seemed hurt, she likely wouldn't have said anything to the effect of a gloat. On some primal level though, she was feeling a bit competitive with her girl against Mariah’s. Like some weirdo alternative reality pocket monsters game.

Cicilia couldn't help but smile widely as Sayumi cheered her on from her seat, her sanguine eyes flicking over at her with the softest eyes she were capable of. Being cheered for by her girlfriend had to be the best feeling in the world, even if it came at the cost of beating the consciousness out of a good woman. Shifting her gaze back to the giantess, the poor virgin-killer looked out of it. The Juggernaut smiled a little wider as the woman took her hand, grunting softly as she helped her too her feet.

"You're really good!" She acknowledged honestly. "If you wanted, and with some refinement, you really could go far in boxing! That range and strength really would make you a hellava slugger!" She shook the tanned woman's hand gladly, her sanguine eye locking onto those blues...

Cicilia froze, catching something in those eyes... Something that was different... More sinister. The moment Bubbles was solidly on her feet, she tugged her in closer, giving her a better look at the change in her gaze. Her gaze, while mostly kind and eager for round three, had a hint of mania... And her expression of excitement possessed a bit of an edge... A harsh, cruel edge that would go undetected to those that weren't looking for it. The German said nothing, her smile dropping of quite a bit. She didn't like that look. No mam, she didn't like it... Looks like that usually meant something very serious and/or very dangerous was about to happen... She would know. She used the look herself.

Sayumi's chant did very little to calm her nerves... Somehow, the lavender beauty reminding Bubbles of Cicilia's strength didn't seem like something that would defuse the surely oncoming conflict... Sounded more like egging on than anything else...

"Uh... Yeah." She responded, flashing Bubbles a smile that held a bit of suspicion. Why was she looking at her like that...? It was unnerving... "So... Who's flipping the coin that will decide our match? Mariah? Sayumi?"

On the outside, Mariah remained calm, trying not to show just how relieved she was that things had gone well with this interview. She was the elder woman between them, the one who’d been in the business longer, the more wordly, and that was an aura she very much wanted to keep up. One of the advantages to having her wife as a client was that she didn’t have to do much to impress her, so it was good to know that she could still flaunt her acumen with someone she wasn’t regularly sleeping with.

On the inside, she was relieved. That was a tenser experience than she’d expected, Sayumi proved quite canny for a woman her age, and having the match as a distraction had made it all the more feverish. Not to mention the frequent sight of her wife getting battered around by at true pugilist like Cicilia.

But now that was over, and she could recognize the look in Bubbles’ eyes. The Virgin Killer was hungry, and sense she couldn’t slake her thirst in the usual way, she’d have to make due in other way, appealing to the roaring competitor in her heart.

Either that or Bubbles was just horny. Mariah chose to believe the latter.

Whatever the case, both parties were ready to go, and it fell on the two of the to kick things off. Mariah exchanged a quick glance with Sayumi, before she reached into her pocket and pulled out a yen. ”I got the coin. You make the call?” She nodded to her counterpart, then tossed the coin into the air with a flick, only for it to come down into her palm a second later. She smacked it over to the back of her other hand, lifted it up, and…

Cicilia noted the look in Bubble's eyes didn't go away, but instead it continued to grow into something the German recognized somewhat, a look both she and Sayumi often shared with one another on nights where bed-clothes were scarce and tensions were high. The German would attempt to pull her hand free from the larger woman's grasp, to get a little bit of distance between them. After a look like that from ANYONE but Sayumi... she didn't really want to be overly near this Goliath any more than she has too...

The boxer felt as if she was being examined by a butcher, as if she was being sized up as to what part of her would be taken first... Would it be her chest or her flank? Her face or her... others? That look in those eyes were some of dark contemplation... Whatever... plans... she was making, Cicilia was already coming up with new ways to keep herself protected. She contemplated fortifying her defense for this fight, focusing making her guard more stalwart than her armor. She couldn't help but look down at those large hands of Bubbles', her breasts tingling in wariness at what could be a brutal squeezing at the behest of them!

She had seen a few of her matches... She knew how she fought... somewhat. Her strength was a monster contributor to her own sexual panzer style, a combination of might, durability and... skill that left opponents K.O-ed or begging for mercy in a real damn hurry! Judging by that look in her eyes, Cicilia didn't think that she was getting off as easy as the first round... Only for an instant, her sanquine eyes flicked down to those impressive knockers, a fresh shiver running up her spine.

The last thing she needed were smothers...

Mariah caught Cicilia's attention with a Yen-coin, stating that Bubbles would have the call as to what side she desired... Whoever won this game won the right to choose the match... She so hoped that it'd be boxing again! For her own safety... and Sayumi's innocence! Inevitably, and as fate tended to do, the coin would fall on whatever Bubbles should pick, almost ironically! The German blinked, staring a bit too long at the coin, the only expression of the SHOCK she was feeling on the inside! WELP! T'was a nice dream while it lasted!

"I guess it's your pick!" Her eyes flicked back at Bubbles, flashing her a slightly strained smile. "I'm game for whatever you're up for."