Submission - Cecilia vs Momoko

Victory Conditions: Verbal submission.
Stipulation: If Momoko wins, Cecilia must change her roughshod ways and act as a honorable and polite wrestler. If Cecilia wins, Momoko must bow before her in the middle of the ring, kiss her feet, and called her "Queen".


The energetic Oriental medley of Momentary Life heralded the return of the self-termed sumo fan Momoko Hanayama to the AFW. The kimono-clad Japanese girl looked uncharacteristically stern as she marched to the ring to the tune of her new theme song. Her head was bereft of her usual ponytail, her long hair falling freely around her pretty face like a curtain.

Picking a corner of the ring, she performed her customary disrobing ceremony. The audience loudly appreciated her new wrestling outfit, a one-piece dark blue swimsuit with white and purple lines and high cut legs, practically molded upon her lithe figure.

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They also noticed that Momoko seemed more intent than usual as she went through the rest of her routine preparation for the match. When she clapped her hands together, it came out rather like the sharp cracking sound of a rifle. Then she broke with her own practice and completed the ancient tradition by executing the traditional foot-stomping exercise, causing the mat to tremble.

Apparently satisfied with her expanded ceremony, Momoko returned to the corner where she had disrobed and waited expectantly for her opponent, with whom she had developed quite the beef practically overnight.

Cecilia... I will show you my strength and the error of your ways...

After Momoko had made her way down towards the ring and finished up her pre-match rituals, the lights went out and the entire arena fell into darkness, all the whilst a figure made her way up towards the ramp from the backstage area, soon enough spotlights started to shine and began to search their way up towards the top of the ramp.

As soon as those lights hit the figure that stood upon the ramp, the [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvMmGPXf3sg:38q3pyh9]Music of the Hardcore Queen[/url:38q3pyh9] The woman on top of the ramp was wearing a pair of black pants adorned with a spikey thorn like pattern colored in white in contrast to the black pants, a red and black tight fitting top that hugged her breasts snuggly and over that a vest like hoodie to top it of. The womans hair was a blond color that rescembleded gold though the hair style was quite different to what people where used to from the Hardcore Queen, in fact the entire look was quite different. It was the colors and the strong, toned and fit, but still sexy and beautiful body of the Hardcore Queen and of course the music that went along with it that made the crowd go wild.



With the Hardcore Queen's arrival the crowd began to cheer and scream as she stood on top of the ramp for a few seconds, before she started to walk down them ramp, her steps were long and confident, and not a single falter in her walk. she went from side to side, to give a few high-fives to the closest fans in the crowd, before she had managed to head all the way up towards the ring. Upon reaching it Cecilia moved her hand up to a strand of hair that laid nicely against her forehead and rolled it between her thumb and index finger before the crowd gave a loud scream of her ring name. " HARUDOKORU KUEN!" The Japanese crowd shouted out at the top of their lungs, and with that Cecilia climbed up into the ring and began to head over towards the center, she raised her arm up into the air, a fist held high that earned her another screaming chant of her nickname.

After which Cecilia turned around to look on over at Momoko and would smirk a bit, seeing the attractive girl that had almost retired if it weren't for their little meeting before. " Cute outfit Tiny, don't worry I will try to not to make you look like a complete loser." Cecilia said with a teasing grin on her face.

Momoko might be extremely displeased with her opponent, but she was also an honest woman. She would have been the first to admit that Cecilia was quite the athletic and attractive woman; that the blondeâ€s entrance made an impressive impact without being bombastic; and that Cecilia was certainly the more popular wrestler, even amongst Momokoâ€s own countrymen.

She noted that Cecilia went out of her way to trade high-fives with admirers. And the quick pre-battle banter, which was composed of praise for her outfit and a reassurance to go easy on her, was almost friendly compared to the earlier instances of outright mockery outside the ring. The instances spoke of a better side, one that wasnâ€t bent on destroying and dominating everyone who offered the least bit of resistance to her.

If only that better part of her was the bigger part, a tiny part of Momoko quietly lamented while the rest of her patiently waited for battle, Perhaps we could have been friends…

Having recently married her long-time fiancà Brandon Strike, she had been happy and ready to retire from the rough-and-tumble life of a wrestler. Momoko had decided upon one last match with her best friend Yatori Shizuku. She was even open to having an erotic encounter as a farewell favor to her friendly rival and what fans she had accumulated during her stay at the AFW.

And then by pure ill luck she had come across Cecilia, who bragged about destroying her enemies and making slaves out of them, declarations that went against everything Momoko believed in. Hot words had been exchanged, the gauntlet had been thrown, and now here the sumo fan stood, intent on extracting surrender and reformation out of her opponent- or die in the attempt.

I will not surrender to her, she vowed. I would rather die in this ring than shame the Hanayama name and clan.

“The only loser here, Cecilia,” Momoko coldly replied, her brown eyes burning as their gaze bored into their opposite numbers, “Is you.”

The audience gasped. The referee quailed. No one got away from dissing the Hardcore Queen like how the sumo fan had just done.

Once Cecilia was in the ring and had said what she did to Momoko, the Hardcore Queen would inspect the girl a bit, seeing as she was wearing a very tight fitting one piece there wasn't much that was hidden from the eyes of the Hardcore Queen of the crowd, and from what Cecilia could so the cute Momoko was more than just some adorable little girl, she seemed to be rather fit and didn't look like a pushover, though there were many people that seemed to be tough but they didn't always turn out to live up to what they looked like.

Momoko's words though took Cecilia aback a bit, as she looked on at the girl as she said what she did, Momoko's gaze was burning with confidence and purpose as she looked on at the Hardcore Queen and with the audiences reaction there was no way that Cecilia could just let something like that slip by, with that Cecilia would take a step forward and move herself into position to stare the deeply into Momoko's eyes with her own red eyes, nearly glaring down at the shorter girl. " So Tiny thinks she can take me down huh ? Well show me your stuff Short round." Cecilia let out as she would then try and step up so that there wasn't even more than an inch between her and Momoko. " I heard that you are supposed to be kinda strong ? Do you think you have what it takes to beat me in terms of strength ? Or are you scared ~" Cecilia teased and mocked Momoko as she attempted to goad the girl into going along with a test of strength.

While Momoko had to incline her face upwards to maintain the stare-down with the taller Cecilia, she did not back down in any other way, her brown eyes trading unflinchingly glares with the other woman's ruby red eyes. "I accept," was her curt agreement to the test of strength, right before she immediately brought up both of her hands, fingers ready to intertwine with their opposite numbers. The sumo fan wasn't playing into Cecilia's hands, though, but rather playing by her own strength and skill.

As soon as Cecilia completed her end of the lock-up and signaled her readiness to begin, be it through verbal means or physical cues or eye contact, Momoko would start her end of the test of strength, pitting the strength imbued in her body by the training of a sumo against her bigger foe, her face expressionless as she focused solely on combat.

Cecilia was looking down straight into Momoko's brown eyes with just as fierce of determination as the the two of them simply traded glares for now, but so far it started to look as if Momoko was willing to participate in the test of strength, something that made the Hardcore Queen crack a smile on her face. When she saw Momoko's hands start to rise up into the air and watched the girl's hands rise up high, the Hardcore Queen would let out a little scoff. " By the way short round...don't ever think I don't respect my opponents, it's just that because of the way you have acted I have lost my respect for you." Cecilia said with a slightly serious tone and look on her face that lasted for not more than an instant longer.

For right after Cecilia pushed her hands up quickly and went into to clasp her hands together with Momoko's and entwine their fingers with speed, force and momentum in order to try and use all three aspects to get a quick and powerful push to try and start pushing Momoko down in the test of strength, trying to get sumo fan to drop down onto her knees.

Whatever fragmentary good will Momoko might have allowed herself to feel for Cecilia evaporated like a snowball cast into Hell after hearing the latter's fighting words. She would have politely given the other woman the time of day to explain herself. But being told that it was her fault Cecilia lacked- no, lost respect for her? That was just too much even for the usually calm and collected Momoko to take. She was the aggrieved party here!

In her anger, she thus did not notice the determination that briefly flashed across Cecilia's face and firmed the latter's voice. Yet there was no missing the power and skill mercilessly imparted upon her hands and arms. Cecilia came at her like the tsunami, the so-called tidal waves, that devastated the shores of her homeland. The blonde was a mighty foe, all right, worthy of wariness.

But Momoko was no ninety-pound weakling. She lacked the mass of a true sumo wrestler, true, and massed less than her opponent. But neither was she a lightweight. And she certainly did not lack for strength, skill, or experience. And this was the kind of straightforward exchange that sumo thrived in. And she drew upon her rare instance of scorching hot rage to fuel her counter-push.

So the smaller, lighter sumo fan astonished the audience by holding her ground against the Queen of Hardcore during the initial shoving match, her feet set into the mat to serve as solid anchors for Momoko's body to leverage during the ferocious pushing match.

"Do not," she growled, "Blame me... for your errors!"

Cecilia's eyebrows rose up a bit as she met Momoko in the push and felt how the shorter but surprisingly strong Momoko was holding her ground every well against her, something that quite surprised Cecilia as even if Momoko was this sumo girl she claimed to be, the Hardcore Queen didn't think that Momoko could match her in a test of strength, this more than just annoyed the blond beauty a little.

Soon enough Cecilia would try and start to squeeze her hands tightly in the grip that she and Momoko shared with each other as she would start to try and use her leg strength in order to push Momoko backwards, attempting to use her entire bodies weight and power to try and overpower the sumo wrestler, though the Hardcore Queen knew little of sumo wrestling she thought that Momoko would have been an easy opponent to over power, but perhaps she was about to learn that using brute force would not be in her favor, or maybe she is powerful enough to overcome the skills of a sumo wrestlers style.

" Errors ?...don't make..me laugh!!"

Other girls would have cried out in surprise and pain if their hands were slowly being crushed within the vice-like grips of Cecilia's strong hands. But Momoko was used to such unpleasant sensations. She took it all in stride, her stalwart face barely twitching.

Still, she could feel all too well the immense strength being brought to bear upon her. And she knew her own prodigious strength was inferior. She was smaller than Cecilia, had less muscle mass and shorter limbs.

But Momoko knew far more about this kind of exchange than Cecilia. And while she was weaker than her opponent, she wasn't a weakling, not at all.

Instead of responding to Cecilia's gritted retort, Momoko would combine her strength and skill to bring the Hardcore Queen's advance to a sudden halt, her feet all but digging into the mat as her entire body determined to draw the line there for a stand. She would look up into her opponent's face, her own visage terse.

Cecilia grit her teeth a little as she felt how Momoko's and her bodies were pushing against each other, the upper parts of Momoko's round soft orbs pushed up against the bottom parts of Cecilia's large chest, as the two of them were locked in a fierce struggle of power and control.

Whilst Cecilia found Momoko strong she had no idea how the girl was keeping herself in place and how she was managing to hold her ground against the might of the Hardcore Queen, something that even seemed to bewilder the fans as they were calling for Cecilia to put all her strength into it, something that Cecilia wished she could just do....she still thought that she should have been able to just do it, but it didn't seem as if she was able to. Momoko kept her standing regardless of how much power that Cecilia put into it.

At that though she decided to try something out. The Hardcore Queen would all of a sudden stop her pushing and just stop her struggling. If this forced Momoko forward and the blond beauty backwards, Cecilia would attempt to lift her leg up and press her foot against Momoko's stomach in order to attempt to flip Momoko over her head in order to try and throw Momoko over her and make it so the Sumo Fans back hit the mat.