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

Ailinn was certain that her situation was starting to become quite dire. The pressure applied by Cynthia was strong enough to pin her good and the deprivation of oxygen was starting to weaken her body and mind. This woman was definitely a force to be reckoned, a worthy opponent for a debut match. That was one reason more to give her all in this match as she tried her best to make Cynthia lose her balance, and she managed just that when she felt the smothering hold weakening.

Her lungs burned as her chest went up and down in breathing again. The sudden feel of oxygen within her body was a relief but also painful, but there was nothing she could do to avoid getting mouthfuls of air after all of Ailin’s struggle to free herself. But she wasn’t completely out of it since Cynthia’s legs still wrapped around her. It wasn’t the moment to stop, so the greenette mustered all of her willpower to keep going. Her rival was now dazedfrom her sudden burst of strength so maybe prying her legs open would be a choice. Ailinn would try to get her arms between her body and her rival’s legs to end the hold, applying all the strength that remained in her with a groan of exertion.

Cynthia, through grit teeth, was applying all her strength into keeping her legs snap shut and arms wrapped tightly around Ailinn's head, attempting to force out all the air from her lungs and finish her off within her buxom, but to her surprise it didn't work. The platinum blonde's eyes widened as she was forced to unhook her legs and arms as the Irish Conqueror would release a burst of strength in a last ditch attempt to escape from her hold! The Empress was caught off guard, but the anger she had felt earlier in the match would soon turn to be admiration. She had to give credit when it is due, even if she is meant to be a tyrant within the ring. Against all odds, this woman did not give up for a moment and used every fiber of her body to break free, but now was not the time for praise.

The Empress was not in a favorable position, for the Conqueror before her could easily mount her if she stayed idled. Cynthia would instead reel one of her legs back and kick Ailinn in the stomach before sliding herself backwards away from Ailinn and pushing herself up onto her feet. She would roll her shoulders, wiping some sweat from her forehead and ready herself again. Guess she needed to take a page out of her partner's book, she was going to need to be a bit more levelheaded against this woman.

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"Oh my! Now that is a good show!" Alice exclaimed and applauded on the staff only observation deck, very impressed by Ailinn's miraculous escape. It takes a lot for someone to out muscle Cynthia, and to see the Conqueror perform such an escape was all due inspiring!

For most of the match’s length Ailinn had been on the defensive side. Her wrestling skills werent that great, but the powerhouse rival she had to face on her debut caught the greenette offguard and she found herself unable to take the initiative with some offensive moves. That ends up with the Gaelic on a nasty hold that took quite a toll on her overall endurance and frustrated the Conqueror beyond reason. There wasn’t a way someone introduced as Imperious could lose so easily on her first match. Losing face that hard on her debut could be something one cannot recover from, so Ailinn focused all or her will in turning tables.

And in the end her fighting paid off and her plight looked a little solved. Only a little because no matter how the greenette managed to stave off her rival and get stumblingly on her feet, she was still dazed because all the rough treatment and the oxygen deprivation she suffered. There was a lot to do if the scale tipping was going to be seen through, and Ailinn needed to get as much of her strength back as she could so it could be done. There was a silver lining though, as strong as her rival was, it looked like Cynthia was someone who respected someone with the will to fight, and the Conqueror had shown just that when facing inminent defeat by asphyxiation.

“Alright ‘Empress’,*huff* you almost got me there...” Ailinn said in a challenging way while raising her guard up. “But this is far from over.” The Gaelic used this time to try and recover some more strength while catching mouthfuls of air. She now knew that Cynthia was one to go and find quick end to her matches by overpowering her rival, but it was still to be seen how good she fared when in an endurance test. Ailinn would then feign a high kick to her rival’s face, just to quickly turn her body and go down in a powerful legsweet trying to affect Cynthia’s balance.

"Absolutely splendid!" Alice exclaimed and clapped as she watched Ailinn break free from her partner's submission hold, "Not many can best Cynthia in terms of strength. Let's see what else you can do Ms. Bryne~" Alice would lean against the railings from the observation deck, resting her chin on her hand as she continued to observe the match from above. She couldn't see Cynthia's face entirely, but she knew her friend long enough to know what she was thinking. She just hoped Cynthia could keep herself in check and not go absolutely berserk, then again, if she did, she might be able to best and overpower her Irish opponent with raw strength.

Alice merely giggled and shook her hip as she watched, getting looks from the other wrestlers and staff members watching. "Regardless of who wins, I'm sure the two of you will bring out the true beauty in wrestling~" Alice smiled, growing more and more excited in seeing how this match will go.

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Cynthia would push herself up onto her feet, rolling her neck to loosen it and shake out any strains she had in her arms. Once again this woman managed to break out of a hold. Once again this woman had defied her. Once again this woman managed to surprise her with her endless tenacity. Albeit, Ailinn did seem to be rather out of breath, which was understandable, but even in that state, her Irish opponent kept on pressing forward. Cynthia narrowed her eyes and readied herself for whatever Ailinn was going to come up with. Cynthia would decide to rush her head on again to try and snatch her into a bearhug, and saw her attempting a high kick. She would immediately jump back, but that was a feint by her opponent, as she got her legs swept out from under her! Cynthia's eyes widened as she lost balance and fell on her back, letting out a grunt, trying to quickly push herself back up on her feet again!

Ailinn was feeling better now that she managed to escape Cynthia's powerful holds. The Conqueror was still a little bit out of breath and it would be some time until her strained body could get to hundred percent of her strength but unluckily for her time wasn’t a luxury she could afford to waste right now.

Her feign kick worked as Cynthia tried to avoid it only to be hit by her legsweep and fall on her back. However, and as the greenette was expecting, this move would do from little to nothing to the Empress as she was only more eager to get up and continue their fight. But Ailinn at least had an open window to transition moves. “Oh no you don’t” The Gaelic would act with quick reflexes. Her main objective would be to have Cynthia staying on the ground. To achieve that Imperious would attempt a stomp on her belly just before the bigger woman tried to get up.

If achieved successfully Ailinn would have a clear shot at a more dazed and exposed rival. She knew this was only the beginning of her comeback and that she needed to start tipping the scales on her favor. In order to do that she would need to soften this though rival so she would try get a grip on her rival’s boots, kicking her thighs to get some pain out of her and then jumping in a groin buster.

Cynthia cursed herself for falling for such a simple tactic like feinting. Every wrestler is bound to make a mistake while they're in the ring, but Cynthia would prefer to minimize them as much as possible. Anything more then she'd just be incompetent, and that was far from what she was.

As the Empress was quickly trying to push herself up before the Conqueror could get to her, she failed as the Irish wrestler was quick to snatch the advantage she was able to create. The Empress's eyes widened and she grit her teeth when Ailinn moved forward and delivered a powerful stomp on her belly. The platinum blonde would glare at Ailinn, as she made it clear to her opponent this was not going to be enough to put her down. Though Ailinn was far from finished, this was her turnabout. Even though her body was dazed, her mind was still steadfast and strong.

Her body would not listen to her or move as it was still reeling in from the stomp. Cynthia looked up and saw as Ailinn stomped down on her thighs, earning the crowd another pained grunt from the stubborn Empress before her eyes widened when Ailinn into a groin buster! Her eyes widened and she actually let out a more feminine cry, clutching her crotch, gritting her teeth.

Ailinn was still a little tired from the considerable amount of punishment she had taken before, but turning the tables on her rival made her feel pumped, giving her the energy she needed to keep going. After all if the Irish was something above all was determined to the point of stubborness.

The greenette’s strategy played out well, her stomp secured the Empress in place just when she was thinking about getting on her feet again. It was the Imperious’ turn to take any retaliation she wanted. She started by stomping the blonde’s thighs to get some pain on her and start softening her. She was going to need Cynthia completely spent if she wanted to get a win that night and this was only the first step of it. After that small amount of damage her rival was dazed enough to connect a groin buster, and that got a much more interesting results as Cynthia cried in a way that showed that she really felt that. That meant a lot for Ailinn: was a statement about how she could turn things over. No matter how though she looked, she was human after all, she could be defeated.

“So you start screaming in pain. Good. But right now it’s not your cries I expect.” Not wanting her rival to recover at all, Ailinn grabbed Cynthia by the hair while the woman was still groaning on the ground. She then wrapped her legs around her head in a way she would rest sit while the blonde was on her back, locking a figure four headlock. “Looks like you prefer the choking. Let’s see how you fare when in the other end of it...”

Cynthia was in quite the amount of pain. No matter how much pain and damage the platinum blonde could take, even a low blow to her sensitive groin can elicit a reaction from her. The groin buster was a move she was familiar with, after all she would use it herself in tough matches. But none the less it was an infuriating move to get hit with. It was humiliating, and this made Cynthia angry. But it wasn't like she had much of a chance for a counterattack, since her opponent was already beginning to move and capitalize on her downed position. Cynthia grit her teeth and growled as Ailinn grabbed her and pulled her along. Cynthia was too dazed to realize what was going on, she had a pair of powerful legs wrapped around her head and neck.

Cynthia's eyes widened as she immediately moved to grab at the thighs that was squeezing her cheeks and cutting off her air. Cynthia would kick and stomp her legs wildly on the canvas like a wild ox. Cynthia's gritted her teeth as she was struggling with all her might, but those powerful legs felt like they were crushing her skull open!

Alice was on the observation deck for staff only, and was quite amused, wondering how her friend/rival was going to escape such a powerful looking submission move. Between the two of them, they had quite the back and forth wins and losses in terms of spar. While Cynthia could dominate and overpower her with raw strength, if Alice was able to snag Cynthia up in a submission hold then it was more than likely a good chance the Queen would win. Now the main question is if Ailinn could pull it off.

Ailinn had always thought that it was on a trying moment where one’s character was truly shown. It didn’t matter how dominant and mighty Cynthia might look while on a winning streak, her true colors would show whenever she was subjected to some pain, and the Imperious really wanted to see those colors… As she locked a figure four around the blonde’s head Ailinn grinned in satisfaction. Even if they had some back and forth the Empress had the upper hand for some time, but now it was her time to suffer some pain.

Ailinn squeezed harder against the Empress’ cheeks as she basked in how her rival writhed and pat against her thighs. The simple thought of making Cynthia pass out with her legs made shivers go down her spine, but she still had to work to get there. It was a good start though. Cynthia was posing some good resistance while bucking her body like a wild animal, the Imperious now sure that her rival was actually a really fierce fighter. It was clear that Cynthia didn’t like the kind of treatment she was getting from Ailinn, and the Irish was having a bad time maintaining the hold. She wasn’t sure about how much more she would be able to hold Cynthia like that, but she focused on squeezing even harder to try and make the blonde submit or even pass out before she would get winded and had to release her.