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

In this begining of the match Ailinn seemed to be satisfied with how she got her rival in some kind of a tantrum. It wasn't a big thing, only lasting some seconds but for as long as those instants slipped by the Irish could feel the Empress' burning from the inside with rage. She managed to get into her rival's mind and Imperious was into the domination bussiness, of the body and the mind. Moreso, the greenette judged that getting Empress enraged like this would make her more predictable and like that easier to defeat.

But on the other hand she couldn't silence the feeling that teasing this enemy was like kicking a wasp nest, more like enraging a wild, dangerous beast. There was so much fiery fury in the eyes that gazed at the greenette, eyes that were yelling that the strength inside them was a force to reckon. In other circumstances Ailinn would have been scared, but not in a match. In here she was Imperious and would stand proud and strong against any odds. The glance she returned at the Empress highlighted that even if both fighters were dominators they were quite different. Where Cynthia exhumed violence and rage Ailinn would respond with coldness and cold treatment. It was like having a clash of fice against ice, and everyone in the crowd was so eager to see which element would prevail.

Ailinn noticed another of Cynthia's stomps on the ground and grinned. She started noticing a trend in her rival's behaviour: the Empress always tried to distract her with that stomp just before doing something and this proved to be true while she managed to see the claw coming at her face. She would cross both arms in front of her head as a guard technique but that hit never arrived. Ailinn gasped in pain as a roundhouse kick impacted with a thud noise on her side. She had to concede some space while trying to regain her breath, and that time could prove useful for whatever Cynthia had in mind. In the very end the Irish thought that she just underestimated her rival and that was not going to happen again...

Cynthia was not mad, no. She wouldn't loss her composure just so easily from her Irish opponent's attacks landing or her plan succeeding. The Empress was peeved at most, but not at Ailinn. She was annoyed at herself for allowing such a trick to work on her, so she was going to use this annoyance she was feeling and channel it as motivation. After performing her stomp once more, she was able to see her opponent was catching on to her little trick, however that was all there was to it, a trick. Cynthia would be a fool if that's all she ever relied on to distract or disrupt her opponent in the middle of a match.

So when she finally got her bearings and rushed at the Conqueror for a claw strike at her face, she allowed herself to smirk, just a tiny bit, before throwing arm downward as if she was throwing a punch in order to build momentum in her leg. Sending one powerful roundhouse kick to Ailinn's side, the Empress would not halt in her attacks. Once she got both feet planted again on the ground she would quickly make a grab for Ailinn's hair and yank her forward, in order to bend her over while wrapping an arm around her head. It seemed the Empress was trying to lock a side headlock, but if successful in doing so, the woman would jump up and fall down on her back to drive Ailinn's head into the canvas with a DDT!

When two dominant fighters face in combat the mindgame is something to be taken into account seriously. Since both women would want to subjugate each other physically and mentally knowing good each other’s temper would prove a powerful asset when trying to provoke or avoid the enemy’s attacks. Ailinn had learnt a couple of things from Cynthia in the very first steps of the match, the first one being that the Empress was one to get mad easily, but this line of thought flopped hard when the greenette realized that her rival didn’t get careless when angry. Instead she would use her anger as a driving force, trying to prove herself even harder against the Conqueror. This was bad because Ailinn couldn’t fall back on her attitude but keep going would only get her rival stronger.

All this data she got from Cynthia had its price. First some strikes and a powerful kick and just when she thought she was going to have some time to recover from that she just felt her rival’s grip around her neck. At first she thought the blonde woman was going for a sidelock but suddenly everything became upside down as she got thrown in a DDT. She gritted her teeth when hitting the mat face first while groaning in pain.

She had been for all the match on the defensive and her rival was way to powerful for her to keep going like this and expect a good result. She had to start taking the damage to her rival’s side so she would rub the back of her head while standing up. She would try to go for a sidehead lockup of her own. If accomplished her next step would be to attempt a hiptoss aiming to get Cynthia on the floor and under control.

There have been many instances where wrestlers end up attacking wildly and recklessly when enraged. While this burst of strength normally worked as a double-edged sword, the Empress had managed to make it her own weapon, without the drawback. When she first began wrestling, she made many mistakes, she was not a naturally born wrestler, and in her spars during her time as a rookie, she ended up losing quite a few matches to her partner, Alice, due to this. But ever since entering into professional competitions, Cynthia slowly grew better over the years. Now she channels her anger into her throws, punches, kicks, and slams. Anything to help fuel her attacks and strike harder.

And she did exactly that as she grabbed Ailinn by her hair, bent her over and slammed her down onto the canvas, hard, with a vicious DDT. Cynthia would immediately roll up onto her feet after the move, around the same time the Conqueror was getting back up and rubbing the back of her head. Cynthia was much more of a powerhouse, preferring to utilize power moves over submission holds, but even she knew not to waste an opportunity like this.

Just as Ailinn would get back on her feet and go to try and perform a lock up, Cynthia would hold her ground by butting heads with her, and threw a knee into her stomach. However the Conqueror still managed to get her onto the floor, but the Empress wasn't going down without her. Gripping the woman's arms tightly, Cynthia dragged Ailinn down with her, wrapping her strong legs around Ailinn's waist mid-fall and slam her down on top of her. Seizing the chance, Cynthia quickly wrapped her arms around Ailinn's head and pulled her face down, right into her massive under cleavage!

The wrestling business is a though one, it demands to keep the body in good shape and the mind as well. Sometimes one can be on a killing streak, some days being so awesome that everything can go perfectly along. Her debut didn’t start like one of those days for Ailinn. She had been on the receiving end on so many movements coming from the Empress that she was starting to feel really winded up. Just when she thought she had recovered from the DDT and was going to get some retaliation Cynthia managed to lock her legs around her waist bringing the greenette down with the blonde dominator.

The fall wasn’t that hard on Ailinn as she got on top of her rival, but her predicament went dire when she noticed her rival’s arms wrapping around her neck. A choking move was the last thing she needed but anxiousness taking over her as ynthia dragged her head against her breasts in a smother move! Ailinn’s arms would flail around, trying to get some grip and open the space to get some air but to small avail. She couldn’t continue like this if she wanted to be more than a sparring buddy for Cynthia, but for the moment the only thing she could do is enduring...

To crush an opponent thoroughly meant to not just break their body, but mind as well. Cynthia had many experiences in the past when it came to taking down bigger and tougher opponents, having found herself on the receiving end of punishments before too. But there was little to say when it came to this debut match of hers. An Empress against a Conqueror, two dominatrix fighting for the control of the other, through whatever means they had in their arsenals. Throughout the match so far, Cynthia had displayed her elegance through the efficient executions of her attacks one after another, not allowing to give her Irish opponent a chance to recover. While she was in a perfect position to set up one of her finishers, it was still much too early. A wrestling match was not just some cheap competition between two fighters, it was also about putting on a show and displaying the fighters' beauties to their audience!

So while Cynthia was planted down on the canvas, her thighs would begin to tighten around Ailinn's waist and she pulled her opponent's face down into her under cleavage, holding her head tight while the battle of attrition began. Of course, Cynthia held the upper hand, but she was curious to see for herself, how far could this woman push herself. As Ailinn grabbed at her arms and tugged, she tightened them, not budging an inch and squeezing her waist some more. There was going to be one way Ailinn was getting out of this ring, and that was going to be covered in sweat, and unconscious.

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Up at the observation deck for the wrestlers, Alice would be leaning against the glass barrier, resting her chin in her hands as she smiled. It seemed this debut was really getting her partner and rival all fired up. She herself wondered how this match would go. After all, the outcome of a match is never predetermined, even if one has a strong beginning, they can end up falling off in the end.

Ailinn had spent most of the match facing a complete barrage of very hard strikes coming from a highly competent rival. Every attack she received was intended to take a great dent out from her endurance and she was now going to pay for all of that wind up situation she got in as she was now facind dire straits.

It is true that she managed to get Cynthia on the ground, but that proved to bear no fruit as the Empress managed to get her powerful legs around Ailinn's waist and then carry the greenette's head to her buxon for a smothering move. Based on how things were and on the amount of punishment the Irish had endured in this match this could definitely be a finisher move. Either if she tapped or passed out it would be over for her. There was no way in sight to escape the Empress' legs as the hold was tightly secured and the Conqueror started to feel lightheaded while being smothered by Cynthia's generous breasts.

Since brute strength didn't prove to be effective the Irish decided it was time to try some repositioning since moving was so hard for her in that position. Trying to save as much oxygen as possible in her now burning lungs she would start thrashing sideways in the hold, her aim would be to make the hold unstable and switch sides with her counterpart, being on bottom if succesful and then being more able to try a comeback.

Ailinn was a tough opponent, she was capable of taking hit after hit from the mighty Empress, and while it did annoy the platinum blonde, even she had to give credit when it's due. However, Ailinn's relenting tenacity and will power could only get her so far. After planting Ailinn's head down hard into the canvas with a DDT, Cynthia had managed to snake her powerful legs around the Conqueror's waist before squeezing them, trapping the Irish woman in a tight and painful bodyscissor. But to top it off, she would manage to shove Ailinn's head in between her huge bust and trap her in a breast smother. She would hold Ailinn tightly while she struggled wildly!

Every time Ailinn tried to roll one way, Cynthia would teeter the other, absolutely refusing to give her a chance to get out. She could tell that the move was slowly going to wear her down, though the Irish woman seemed to be getting some sort of idea. Noticing how she was trying to reposition themselves, Cynthia grit her teeth and began to flex her legs, slowly crushing Ailinn's waist to try and push out what little oxygen she still had left in her lungs!

No matter how much physical damage Ailinn could sustain, no one was able to hold their breath for much longer than the time she had been deprived from air. The Irish was now in a quite bad and urgent situation, and no matter how hard she rocked her body in the hold it looked like Cynthia was able to maintain balance as she kept her position and even made her choking harder. The Irish gave a groan of pain and discomfort as her oxygen supplies neared depletion as she started feeling lightheaded. It couldn’t end like that, not that fast. Her debut should me a much more even show coming from her and right now she was at the Empress’ mercy. No, it wouldn’t end like that.

Taking every small scrap of strength she could muster Ailinn would go for a final, desperate attempt to escape. Her rival expected the greenette to writhe sideways so instead of that the Irish thought that sometimes the best way to flee was forwards. She would use her legs to rush into the Empress’ bust as she intended her rival to fall on her back with the sudden move. Maybe something that unexpected could catch the bigger rival by surprise.

Cynthia was getting rather impatient with Ailinn and taking her down. Surely after a minute or two in her breast smother hold should have weaken the Imperious by now, yet the Irish woman just wouldn't give up. Cynthia could feel Ailinn's hot breath against her naked under cleavage, along with her groans of pain and discomfort. While this did notify the Empress that her opponent was faltering, it meant she hasn't thoroughly defeated her yet, and this some what infuriated her. It meant that she was doing a good enough job at wearing her down or defeating her, it also meant this move just wasn't working well enough. She needed to switch up her game plan, but just as the Empress was thinking of her next attack, her eyes widened and she raised an eyebrow when the woman used the last of her strength for a last ditch effort.

Cynthia would feel the Imperious throwing herself forward, causing her to lose her grip and actually letting go of Ailinn, clicking her tongue. She would attempt to squeeze her legs tighter around Ailinn in an attempt to keep some sort of advantage now that she had released her opponent from the smother hold.