Double Debut: Cynthia Marleigh vs Ailinn Byrne 'Empress vs Imperious'

Match Type: Standard Match.
Victory is obtained by pin, K.O. or submission.
Hentai moves not heavily encouraged for the match.


It was a pleasant night in the city. The dark sky gave shelter to no clouds and an early winter breeze poured the streets with enough cold to enjoy a coat but not too much to ruin a good stroll. The last of stores were closing already and the pubs were starting to get lively. It was a Friday Night after all, but there was something more, something apart from the excitement of the people enjoying their leisure time. It was something like an electric feeling, the realisation of something big coming but only some chosen few would feel it. It was definetily a great night for a debut match, and not even that, a Double Debut match in the AFW's Tension Arena.

The seats were already full while a master of ceremonies entertained the respectable. People was already rousing with excitement for the upcoming match. It was no petty thing the chance to lay eyes on two new talents on the best wrestling show in the world and every one of those people payed good money to be given that chance. This was a celebration in every sense of the word.

The roaring of the crowd held no significance for the moment to the woman getting ready inside the lockers room. Ailinn payed no attention to the noise that leaked through the corridors into her sanctum. She was thoroughly adjusting her ring gear, checking every single detail so it would be perfect. It couldn't be other way for her debut. She would hum her entrance song in front of the mirror while making her final fix on her hair. I wanna set the uuuuuniverse on fire... Her upcoming rival was a total enigma since this was a double debut match, but this wouldn't get the Irish anxious. This circumstance could prove to be a hindrance as it could be an advantage since this Cynthia, 'Empress of the Ring', knew nothing about her as well.

She gave a final look at the girl returning the gaze from the other side of the mirror. She looked stunningly beautiful in her ring gear, with her luscious body of hers and a sweet smile on her face. But only sweet for a second: after closing her eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths she altered herself. When she opened her eyes again there was no trace of the sweet, tender Ailinn. Only Imperious remained. With a determined look and a confident grin she headed to the backstage.

Imperious:

When her entrance theme started she took her turn into the stage. Crowd cheered while she walked elegantly down the ramp in an almost regal manner. Not to fast but not too slow, she cat-walked to the ring giving some lucky fans the pleasure of slightly touch her hand while she greeted like only a superior being would do.

When she reached the ring she jumped over the top rope to make her way inside. She went into two of the turnbuckles while giving the crowd a small bow of courtesy. Every good wrestler would need to have the esteem and appreciation of the respectable. The music faded with a final roar from everyone filling that incredible stadium and Ailinn walked confidently to her corner and crossed her arms over her bust, waiting for her rival to show.

A pleasant night in the city, one that was not covered up by any clouds. The winter breeze blew through the streets, sending shivers down the pedestrians's spines, clutching their coats tighter while they continued their stroll around the city. A black car would be driving down the street to a particular building, the AFW's Arenas. Riding in the back of this car was an odd pair; one woman who had bright blonde hair and green eyes wore a large overcoat over herself, browsing on her phone, while the woman next to her had pale dirty blonde hair and golden eyes, wearing a regular brown coat over a white blouse. "Excited for your debut match?" Alice asked her partner with a smile on her face as she was browsing some of the AFW promotional videos and pictures of Cynthia's first opponent. Cynthia had her arms crossed, merely scoffing, and then opening eye to glance at her.

"She's nothing more than another woman to crush," Cynthia replied with an ice cold tone in her voice while Alice raised an eyebrow, tapping on one of Ailinn's pictures.

"Come on, don't be like that. You never know if this woman has potential. She certainly has the looks. Why not see if she has the moves?" Alice suggested as she showed Cynthia her phone. Cynthia would only glance down for a moment before closing her eyes again.

"If she has what it takes, then she will have my respect. If she's just another crude, beauty airhead? Then I'll show her the true beauty of wrestling...through conquering and domination," Cynthia mused, a sadistic smirk on her face as Alice looked at her with a displeased expression. Finally their car would pull up into the arena's parking lot and the two got out, thanking their driver. Alice would head to the observation level for other wrestlers to watch the match while Cynthia went to get changed and ready. As Cynthia strutted down the hallways to the locker room, the staff would all immediately make way for her. There was this intimidating yet alluring aura around her, that could make one admire her but at the same time fear her.

Once she got the locker room, Cynthia wasted no time in changing into her attire, including the cape. She would make sure to do some warm ups before looking at herself in the mirror. Cynthia Marleigh was taking a rest, the Empress however had arrived. She looked up at the television screen that hung up on one of the walls, watching her opponent make her entrance. Their match was starting soon, so she would make her way to the entrance into the arena and waited. As Ailinn reached the ring and her theme soon faded, her theme played. Cynthia would crack her neck before strutting out, a steely cold expression on her face as she erupted from the stage.

The Empress has Arrived.:

The audience would cheer and go wild, some of her fans from her days in the indie circuits were there to cheer her on as well. Unlike Alice, she didn't wave. Rather she held her head up high and continued to strut down the ramp with power and authority. Once she reached the ring, she jumped up onto the edge, before pulling the ropes wide open for her to climb in.

Cynthia would take her first look at Ailinn in person, sizing her up before gripping the edge of her cape and ripping it off, tossing it out of the ring. "When the match is over, you will be kneeling before me," Cynthia spoke, her eyes wide and staring down Ailinn like a predator. There was a strong sensation coming from her as Cynthia crossed her arms underneath her breasts, waiting for the bell to ring.

Ready to Rumble!:

Ailinn waited with her arms crossed, her feet fidgeting on the mat while her rival's theme started echoing through the arena. The crowd exploded in cheers for Cynthia. Were those applauses louder than the ones she got? She didn't have the time to check that out. She wanted to see every detail of the Empress' entrance so she would get as many details about her as possible. She didn't need to wait much longer.

Her entrance music was as ominous as hers. If Aileen's theme talked about setting the universe in flames like a conqueror this one talked about fighters being remembered through the ages. She could see why the masses were crazy about Cynthia as soon as she stood down the ramp. The combination of catchy music and her regal attitude was captivating. The woman would advance like a real scion of nobility among peasants. She had a powerful body and it suprised Ailinn to see her wearing a quite revealing outfit. If just this match wasn't a standard one..., she thought to herself, biting her lower lip while thinking about her breaking that woman.

But it wasn't until Cynthia stepped inside the ring and confronted her that she got the 100% of her attention into the match. The arrogant words coming from the Empress amused her, but the crowning jewel of her rival's attributes was that accent of her. A Briton? Things are going down for you, Brit. thought Ailinn before replying to Cynthia. 'Confident words, coming from someone who is just about to get destroyed. Do your worst, if you can.' She didn't even wait for an answer. Ailinn just returned to her corner and waited until the bell signaled the begining of the match.

As Cynthia threw her cape out of the ring, she could hear hundreds of catcalls, and loud cheers of approval from the men gawking at her body, while she could also notice some of the younger audience members blushing at the revealing attire. She merely closed her eyes, drowning out their insignificant noise. Their cheers meant nothing to her right now, because they haven't even seen anything yet. She opened her eyes once more and stared down Ailinn, a raging inferno burning in her golden eyes as the Irish gave her her response and the bell rang.

The Empress would begin to walk up to the center of the ring, as if challenging the Irish to meet her there for a test of strength, her cold steely eyes keeping track of her movements. As she took her last step before reaching the center of the ring, Cynthia ended up raising her foot up high and stomping down hard enough to make a loud smash, glaring at Ailinn. Once she reached the middle of the ring however, Cynthia would break out into a run and charge right at Ailinn from the get go, extending her arm out to slam it into her chest, a risky first attack. Cynthia was more of a powerhouse than a speedster when compared to Alice, but she was no slouch at all. If slamming Ailinn's chest right from the get go worked out, it would feel like a rampaging bull had just tackled right into her!

There was definetily something about Cynthia that captivated the crowd. From the moment she threw away her cape to the royal walk she made to the center of the ring to challenge her. But there was something more beyond her haughty looks: her eyes. Ailinn was concerned about those golden eyes, fiercely looking at her. The Empress' gaze was as powerful and imposing as the woman giving it, it was like the look of a predator looking for the slightest sign of weakness before going for the kill, not for survival but for sport. Ailinn wouldn't lose sight from those golden eyes. The Empress looked like the kind of woman that reveled in her prey being scared of her. Unluckily for this regal wrestler Ailinn wasn't neither of them.

Cynthia started off going to the center of the ring inviting the Irish to join her in a test of strength. Ailinn had other plans in mind though. She was never fond of those displays of raw fortitude since she wasn't a powerhouse so she used to be on the losing end when in these tests. But beyond that she just considered those moves brutish and without the elegance required for the ring.

Ailinn would get ready to start a ruse on her own while she noticed how Cynthia made a weird stomping movement, probably trying to scare her or something like thar. 'Not going to work you brute' was she thinking when the Empress suddenly changed strategy and charged directly at her with a powerful slam to Ailinn's chest! In another kind of conditions she would have dodged easily but the Empress caught her off guard and the arm slam hit the Irish directly on her bust.

It felt like a train had run her over, like a stampede of wild animals hitting her. 'Aauuuhgn' Ailinn would groan in pain, eyes open wide while staggered for a fraction of a second. She had underestimated her rival, but luckily they were in the very initial stages of the match and even if it was painful it wasn't anything incapacitating. She would have to be more careful with how approaching a clash against that powerhouse though.

Ailinn would quickly recover before slowly circling her rival. Then, with a sudden feint she would change the side of her rotation to make a surprise kick to her midside. If connected she would then go for a slap attack on the side of her face. She wanted Cynthia to get overwhelmed and disoriented by her speed to counter her raw power.

Ailinn's little in depth analysis of the Empress were all right on the mark. The Empress's gaze was like that of a lioness, gazing down at her prey, watching her every move. Any opportunity this woman presented itself, the Empress would take it. She had no mercy to spare when in the ring, and the Irish had given one to her. The stomp she had done earlier was nothing more than to distract the Irish woman, making her focus more on a pointless intimidation attempt, rather than her attack itself. Cynthia's blow connected, and she would step back, holding her head high while she looked down at her. The fact that she was looming over her, with those fearsome eyes added to this whole 'superiority' around her.

She would attempt to continue her attack, sending a high kick to the woman's stomach but Ailinn was able to recover fast, circling around her. Cynthia spun herself around to match her pace and raised an arm to block her next strike, but clicked her tongue when she fell for the feint. The kick would land, hitting her in the midside, however Cynthia wouldn't show any pain. Rather she furrowed her brows and continued to stare her down, keeping a poker face on. It was a decent kick, but the Empress wasn't going to show her opponent the satisfaction of landing the attack. She did stifle and took a step to the side, but raised her other hand to catch Ailinn by the wrist just in time to stop the slap.

Cynthia would then raise her foot again and would send a powerful stomp to the Irish's stomach while letting go of her wrist in an attempt to knock her back. She would then follow up by getting low and charging forward, attempting to wrap her arms around the Irish's waist and run her into one of the corners!

Domination was a more complex matter than what people used to believe. Thinking that it was an exclusively physical overcoming of a rival was a flagrant understatement. Everyone could physically defeat another, that's the very basic foundation of combat, but to say someone is a dominator you need something more: with a powerful physical overpowering it should come a mental fortitude on its own, a combination of pose and attitude with the sole objective of undermining the rival's willpower to the point of making her lose the will to continue fighting. Anyone could be a good fighter, but few people, like Ailinn could say they were dominators.

And Cynthia was one of those people. It was written in her expression when slightly dodging Ailinn's kick and on her fiery eyes when she catched the Irish's wrist. Everything on her attitude exuded confidence in the statement she made before they started the fight:

'When the match is over you will be kneeling before me', she said before.

Ailinn had other plans in mind for that. She decided to give her rival a dose of her own medicine when she felt a stomp on her stomach. The hit was hard and painful and she couldn't face that kind of strength for a long time before getting worn out, but she had to send a message. The stomp would get no reaction from her, sending a stern look at the Empress' eyes. When she felt her rival's arms going around her waist and starting pushing her to the corner she made a quick plan. She would play along with Cynthia, ceding terrain and getting closer and closer to the corner of the ring. Just a couple of meters before impact she would get a double slap with her free hands on the sides of Cynthia's face. The aim was not to hurt her but to just disorient her enough so she could get free and make a jump while holding the ropes. If succesful she would step on the second rope just in the turnbuckle and would jump against the Empress, using all of her own body to slam her rival.

There are many things you can do to break an opponent; break their bones, shatter their pride, pummel them down until they were unrecognizable, but none of those displayed the true essence of wrestling. Those techniques were just mindless beatings, brutal and disgusting. No, Cynthia's way of domination was much more simple and less violent surprisingly enough; she was going to make them lose their will to fight...through beauty. In a match, one of the biggest factors to the road of victory is one's will and tenacity to keep on fighting. However, one means to break another's will is if despite the fighter's best attempt at attacking her, strike after strike, hold after hold, they would soon come to realize it was all for naught if Cynthia didn't seem to have even felt it. To keep a poker face on, no matter how strong their strike was, as long as she acted as if they weren't even able to do the slightest damage on her could implant a sense of fear and despair into her opponents.

After taking the stomp at her side, Cynthia would charge forward, getting low and wrapping her arms around the Irish's waist and began to rush her into the corner! Cynthia wasn't experiencing the same amount of resistance as she thought she would've had initially, but with the speed she was going at, she should be able to do some massive damage if she managed to properly ram the woman into the corner. Just as they were inches away from the turnbuckle, the Empress would feel a double slap at her face, causing her to falter, gritting her teeth. This plan of her opponent's would work as Ailinn would manage to slip out of her grip and Cynthia would slam head first into the turnbuckle. The speed she was running at, and combined with her opponent slamming her into it would manage to disorient and affect the Empress. The Empress would let out a grunt, but compose herself as quickly as she could as she quickly tried to spin around to face Ailinn.

Her eyes were narrowed and piercing into her owns as she immediately tried to kick Ailinn in the stomach to get her away from her, trying to drive some distance between. Being in the corner wasn't exactly the best of places to be with her opponent right in front of her.

The initial stages of a match usually served a double purpose. Of course it was a time to plant the seeds of a victory and it was always wise to think that a good start to a combat is the recipe for success. But in some special cases the beginning was much more than that. At such a moment like that both wrestlers were still warming up, unsure of what the other one could do. It is in these first beats when a good dominator would judge the other’s character, evaluating their strength, endurance and how far they are able to get to achieve victory.

Ailinn was just now in that phase of investigation. She needed to know what kind of fighter Cynthia was behind that facade of Empress. Up to the moment the Irish was sure that the blonde was tough, the woman not even flinching after the kick she just received. However, she found some relief when her ruse yield some results, ending with her rival hitting the turnbucke hardly. At least that got some reaction from Cynthia, even if it was brief. But based on the gaze the Empress gave her just after that Ailinn had clear that Cynthia was as fierce as she was though. There was fire in the eyes of Cyntia as she gazed straight to her eyes, but Ailinn wouldn’t be daunted by a furious opponent.

The Irish expected some kind of retaliation coming from Cynthia, but the strength and intensity imprinted on the kick she received was something difficult to forget. Her rivas was a powerhouse not to be taken lightly. When the Empress’ leg hit her stomach, Ailinn pulled back a couple of steps. Her eyes widened for an instant as a cough and some spit escaped her mouth, but she couldn’t let Cynthia have her way. She was still fresh and honestly, she had worse in the past. ‘You are not the only one who is sturdy enough to take a beating.’, she said while going for some payback of her own. He would go with her right hand for her rival’s scalp and then for a powerful headbutt!

To get her to break her composure...how interesting. This woman was smart, to use Cynthia's own strength against herself but the Empress would be lying if she told people she wasn't miffed. No, she was far from miffed, one could say she was a bit furious that her opponent managed to break her steel cold expressionless demeanor, even if it was momentarily. Cynthia, holding her head slightly with grit teeth before shaking it in order to snap herself back together, spun around. She saw the look on Ailinn's face, one of confidence, and that look made the Empress want to shatter it. But she will give props to her, mentally that is. Deep down, Ailinn managed to ignite a fire, proofing that joining AFW wasn't going to be one huge waste after all.

But first she needed to drive some distance and sent a powerful boot to her stomach, which got her desired reaction and results. However, as the Empress herself was getting out from the corner, she was able to see Ailinn's own determination once again, and heard her claim. The Empress, only for a moment, smirked, before returning back to her expressionless face. "Then let's see how much you can take," the Empress said as she would stomp forward before breaking out into a run, making a claw shape with her right hand throwing it forward to grab at Ailinn's face. It seemed she was going to try and get a grip on the Irish's face, but that would turn to a feint, as the Empress quickly used her own momentum to fire her right leg up and around, delivering a swift roundhouse kick aimed at the side!