Cecil Coral vs Tia Baker

No Holds Barred 'I quit' Match
Winning Conditions: Reduce opponent to tears and begging for the match to end.
Special Attire: Bikini

[size=150:1p1z3c0x]Cecil Coral


[size=150:1p1z3c0x]Vs

[size=150:1p1z3c0x]Tia baker


'I hate you' by sick puppies blared out of the speakers, and out came Cecil, all perfect pale skin and and flowing green hair, her face a perfect picture of beauty that remained unmarred by the obvious arrogance in her expression. She wore a white fur coat and heels, catwalking down to the ring with a predatorâ€s easy motion, each stride making her hips roll and shoulders sway, somehow in time with her music. The crowd didn't know her very well, what with this being her first match in the AFW, but the sensuality and grace was more than enough to get them to cheer loudly.

She wasn't happy with it though. The match ahead didn't help with the smilies

Her first match in the AFW was one of the more excessively brutal breed of wrestling, and by her mentality, she was looking for victims, not opponents.

As she got to the ring, she slid in through the middle rope, in that same slow sensual grace and headed to wards her corner, waiting for her opponent.

Waiting for her time to come out Tia was relaxing and just trying to stay focused. After finally getting a win she was feeling pretty good and was ready for whatever might happen. At the very least her confidence wasn't an issue since she knew she could win. The attire was a bit different, but she didn't care that much. The key thing was being ready for her opponent and being ready to fight.

When she finally heard her music starting up Tia quickly got herself out there. Since she'd been given the black fur coat the girl accepted it and went on out. Of course she wasn't aiming for the same sensual grace of her opponent. More of someone fired up for another victory. She had some good cheers coming from the crowd since that early losing streak had given her plenty of sympathetic people wanting to see her win. In the distance she could see her opponent and had a feeling this was going to be a tough one. Of course the kind of match this was never gave Tia any impression that things would be different. She'd have to be ready for anything and have her best game ready or it'd be a disaster.

Walking with some confidence she waved to those who were happy to see her there and slipped on into the ring. Getting into her corner the girl relaxed and got her head into the match forgetting everything but her opponent. It was going to be pretty ugly unless it ended quickly, but Tia could only focus on changing that 1 win into 2.

"You ready for this?" She asked more to get a read for the kind of person she was dealing with than anything else. Tia almost preferred those who weren't too friendly since it was easier to go all out.

Huh.

Cecil was hoping for an opponent less, well, fit. Less enthusiastic. Less sure.

Darn, Opponent, it was.

And, naturally, she was going to try to make an enemy out of her. Even before the blows starting ringing.

Friendly pre-brawl chatter? Ha. Cecil couldn't help but burst out into brief mocking laughter. She shook her head, intent on setting the tone of her match with her retort. "Of course," she said, her lips curving into a smug smile, her eyes, filled with that predatory gleam, locking with Tia's. "I'm always ready to play the role of executioner to hapless little lambs."

And as the bell rang, Cecil shrugged out of her coat, unveiling the sheer white bikini underneath. She kicked off her heels, and then sauntered towards the centre of the ring, flashing a 'loser' sign with towards Tia as she did so.

The reply did make her blink a bit if only because of the words in it. Of course that smug look and predatory eyes draw her into the seriousness of the match, but the words had her chuckling a bit. "Well then clearly you picked the wrong career. I'm sure you can find a farm to hire you." She replied nonchalantly while just making sure her body was ready for this since it didn't seem like this would be an easy one.

At the sound of the bell Tia did strip from the coat revealing her pink bikini. She'd only been wearing some sandals which were easily lost. The girl moving slowly towards the center less interested in the arrogant sauntering of her opponent. 'Well this will be annoying.' She thought to herself seeing that silly loser sign being flashed.

Tia wasn't one for the theatrics since it just wasn't her style. So instead of flashing signs as she closed in her speed increased and she went for a straight forward punch to the gut to see just how this girl would respond.

That bit of haughty posturing on Cecil's part almost cost her, as her opponent's attack came swift and fast, threatening to catch her off guard. Cecil smile wiped itself off her face, startled surprise replacing it. Her hand, the one diametrically opposite to Tia's attacking fist, quickly shot down into a circle parry, using the momentum of Tia's own strike to guide it down and out to the side.

As it happened, Cecil's low parry shifted slightly, fingers opening and clasping around the wrist of Tia's attacking arm, sharp nails digging in mercilessly. At the same time, Cecil would swiftly step out of the arc of the nullified punch and, her hand still gripping Tia's wrist, attempt to deliver a kick to Tia's lower back, hopefully forcing her to the ground and hurting her arm badly as the simultaneous pull exerted on it and her fall resisted each other.

Tia wasn't one to hold back and was glad to rush in there and get the match started. The first to move at least had the advantage of surprise and she could only hope her opponent wasn't good enough to be able to handle her strike. Unfortunately things didn't work out quite as well as Tia had hoped. She could feel her fist getting parried to the side, but her momentum still carrying her forward.

"Agh!" Tia groaned feeling the nails digging into her skin. Distracted by the hold Tia didn't notice the kick being delivered until she felt the impact. The shot knocking her down to her knees while her arm was still locked in place. The effect was her arm screaming at her as her body went where the arm couldn't. "Gah!" She cried out frustrated and in pain at that moment.

All Tia could do in that moment was reach up with her free hand for Cecil's wrist trying to get a grip on it and forcibly turn it in order to pry it away. She wasn't going to do much on the ground and with her wrist grabbed like that.

"Tch. Stand down, would you?" Cecil cried out irritably as Tia attempted her escape. She had managed to secure this early advantage, and she wasn't quite too keen on giving it up yet. Or ever.

Cecil moved behind Tia, her arm shifting with her, seeking to both strain Tia's attacking arm past it's length span, as well as jerk her trapped arm into a more uncomfortable position. If successful, she would, with her free left arm, make a vicious grab for Tia's lush orange hair, while at the same time planting her legs into her opponent's lower back and then pressing down with all her might, trying to grind her opponent's stomach into the curb.

"Why...ugh...should I?" Tia groaned still trying to get out of this mess before the match really went against her and from an early point in it. She knew of course her opponent wasn't going to just let her get out of this, but that wasn't going to stop Tia from trying everything she could.

"Agh!" The girl cried out as Cecil got behind her and the strain on her arm only intensified. It was going to be a pain to use that arm even if she could get out of this mess. The situation already looked bad, but when she felt that hand grabbing her hair Tia couldn't help a yelp from the surprising pain. "What are you....agh!" The girl could barely get out her complaint before those legs were planted into her back and now she was being stretched in an unusual but still painful position.

"Get off!" Tia cried out her breasts a bit exposed as she was arched in that hold. Willing to try anything Tia reached behind herself and tried to grab one of Cecil's legs hard either just to bring down pressure on it or to yank it so she couldn't hold her position. Otherwise she was left groaning and trying to just hold back cries of pain.

"Get off!'" Cecil echoed in a mocking baby voice, clearly having the time of her life. Vicious cheer danced in her eyes as her she tugged harder and harder. "Get off! Get off! Seriously, you should hear yoursel-" She felt a strong tugging sensation on her left leg, and she let out an "ook!" as she was thrown slightly off balance, her left leg too busy being caught in a tug-of-war with Tia's arm to apply pressure, while her right one defaulted from punishing Tia's back to the ground to steady herself.

Tia just groaned the taunting just frustrating her more than anything. Looking back she could just see the joy in her opponent's eyes at her suffering and it was clear if Tia didn't get some control in this match she was going to spend it suffering. Frankly just throwing her off balance was worth it so Tia didn't have to hear that taunting voice of hers anymore. At the very least forcing Cecil to step off her back with her right leg was a relief and gave Tia some hope of getting out of this. "Where's the taunting now?" She groaned trying to get one foot up so she could try and lean backwards all at once and make things even harder on that leg that was off balance. Tia had to get Cecil off somehow or her arm really was going to be an issue in this match.