Strike OR Pass

18:59 Cécile: stepping for my first official pro wrestling match, committing to see who I have as an opponent, it's the velvet viper, with a respected record between wins and losses, I should be careful playing with her, she doesn't seem to be an easy oppoent, but I am coming to win and make the fans proud of me, I step in the ring of The unity, raising my hands and waving to my supporters, that are roaring for seeing me, giving me goosebumps, the feeling can't even be described, I represent a whole community, kicking off my debut with the league, testing my capacities and skills, through the years I decided to do this sport for a living, I want to see how I will do, so stressed, nervous, but excited, loads of energy about to get triggered once I set up from my corner, jumpling repeadetly to warm myself up, to prove that I exist, myself is present in the ring for watchers to see, for supporters to admire and for haters to fear, my body is the weapon, my thighs and arms, to bearhug and squeeze, I am waiting for you Raven, show me what you got, step up in the ring on your own responsability, show me that you deserve my stress

18:59 Cécile:

19:00 Cécile: as usual, I am wearing my big boots, for stabilityin the ring, my outfit is Pro-based, simple and comfortable, the bands on my hands help me to direct my arms with better momentum, stepping out from my locker as if I am geting out of a magazine, I can see the attention brought to me, and I can feel the expectations becoming higher and higher

10:46 Raven_Vex: A dark, rhythmic, and ominous bass tone begins to echo through the arena. The moment my music plays, the crowd's noise is cut short. I don't care about their love or hate; I only want their attention. When the ramp lights up, I stand before them in my red-laced bustier, chain-strap shorts, and that mocking smile. Some fools boo, others stare in astonishment. The announcer's voice explodes through the arena: "Here she comes, entering the ring... The Velvet Viper... RAVEN VEEEEX!" My smile deepens as I hear my name. I slowly climb the ring steps, my eyes never leaving her as I glide through the ropes. As I step into the ring, I allow the referee to check me. Moving my lips slightly, I whisper, just loud enough for you to hear: "I don't need to crush you to beat you, you pathetic thing." The referee separates us and sends us to our corners. The match bell rings. DING! DING! DING!

10:46 Raven_Vex:

10:59 Cécile: the announcement is sending goosebumps through my body, hated and loved, very known, experienced pro is who I am about to face, I wait to start this so I don't stay nervous, but then you taunt me, seconds before our encounter, I nod to you and start jumping, circling around you, feeling the energy starting to spread throught my body and activated articulations, moving sideways, looking for a good angle, my classic attack at the beginning, testing how much you are ready, once the bell rings, I gather all my body and engage it, before doing a step forwards, heading to you face to face, my separated legs allo me to move freely, while the crowd voice echoes throught my ears and make my mind race even more, with my left hand, I twist it back, then spin my body, trying to fake a hook behind your neck, once I reach it almost I would snap it back before touching you, if yuo were affected and changed your stance/guard, I would immediately twist to the side, trying to lunge my shoulder into your belly, testing your balance

11:10 Raven_Vex: The bell rings, and the arena explodes into a deafening roar, but to me, it’s nothing more than white noise. I stand my ground in the center of the squared circle, a cold, calculated smirk playing on my lips as you dance and circle around me. You feel the energy; I feel the vulnerability. "You want to test me? You want to see if the experienced pro is ready? I’ve been ready since the moment I walked through the curtain." As you close the distance, feet shifting swiftly on the canvas, your left hand whips back. The spin is fluid, a deceptive blur aiming behind my neck. It’s a beautiful fake My eyes follow your hands, and the moment they move towards the back of my belly button, both my hands reflexively rise slightly into the air, I put one foot back for support, my stomach becomes completely vulnerable the moment I fall for your trick, and your shoulder finds my stomach, I get caught off balance as your shoulder presses against my stomach. My feet step backward and my back gets closer to the ropes. I try not to fall. I pull both my hands down and try to lessen your pushing force by pressing my biceps towards the sides of your shoulders.

11:19 Cécile: satisfied with my first attack, I could see that my target isn't untouchable finally, that should boost my esteem, for me, once lunged I am aiming to push you backwards as far as I can, I want to drain you. Only that something is not going well with my plan, your backed leg creates some sort of resistance against me, impressed by how you also match my pushing force by your back walking steps, I finally feel your hands finding my shoulders, my neck is in an uncomfortable position, with my hands aren't much effective now, my force now is no longerpushing you back, you are staying at your place, which makes me nervous again, wondering what would you have in mind for me, the plan is no longer pushing you backwards, now I want to win this strength tes, your legs, very stable, slightly I start slipping backwards... what's going on? the tables are turned in a very quick aps of time. my moment of tricking and dominating you has come to its term, I start grunting lightly as I am under you, slowly I rearrange my body again, my hands try to look for your elbows so I can find a spot where to push myself into, my right leg nowstepping forwards trying to stand up straight like you, at the risk of having my back thrusted backwards, which lessens my stability, I want to fight back

17:32 Raven_Vex: I manage to stand against you, stepping my right leg back and using my supporting foot to exert all my strength towards you. While you're bent over, your hands are searching for my elbows. If your hands can find my elbows, you have a very high chance of turning the position in your favor. With both hands moving over my elbows and the insides of my elbows, if I raise my arms, you might push me further back; if I don't raise my arms, it's risky for me. You step forward with your right leg, and your fingers manage to grasp my elbows. I stand motionless for a moment in front of you because I'm thinking too much. As you straighten your body, I step my left foot to your right and try to slide behind you with a quick movement. I might end up in a worse position while your hands are controlling my elbows, but I'm trying.

21:39 Cécile: We are fully engaged in our strength test, which makes me nervous and vulnerable, the clash is being equal, with my hands grasping on your elbows, I am seeing that your leg steps behind mine, trying to reap me down. The crowd makes it even harder to concentrate, and my ass thrusts backwards, jiggling with each step I make to stabilize myself, the goal will be off balancing me, it makes me use my grappling side of my brain instead of wrestling, as I feel your calf on mine, I finally feel you behind me, I let go of your right elbow, then switch my left grip into your left one, trying to have a kind of a russian tie on your left elbow. As you are trying to get a sance where it will be easy for you to trip me down, I bend my back, if I managed to hold your left arm correctly, twist my body to my right direction, then try to trip your arm under my right ampit, my goal is to put you in an awkward position, with your body at the left of my back, with your hands eventually at my right armpit, let's see how you will encounter this!

22:04 Raven_Vex: I manage to get behind you, my thighs touching yours, I feel your butt against my stomach as you push your hips back. You release my right elbow and both your hands firmly grasp my left elbow. I slip my right hand over your shoulder and rest my head on it, trying to follow your arms, my right arm searching for your wrist. You lean your body and use your grapple advantage against me; as you bend, I'm already pressing my body against yours, my breasts touching your back, and with a slight momentum, using your back for support, my feet lift off the canvas. Before I know what's happening, "THUD!" My back hits the canvas, and with your victory in our first fight, the entire arena starts shouting your name. My left arm is still under your control, and first my eyes see the glittering lights of the arena, then I see your hands holding mine. My knees are bent towards my stomach, and my feet are pressed against the canvas.

14:17 Cécile: in a short while of time, you turn from a stable position, about to eventually control me, to having your body thud down from the back, the crowd is wowing, a smirk appears on my face, satisfied with the result. I let go of your hand, then to enjoy myself for some instants, I would back off to see your curled position, knowing that the danger will come from there, but insisting on trying you no matter what, I come close, facing you from the side of your curled feet, then widening my stance with a smile, I come and jump with my hands, legs spread, exactly like an eagle. The plan is to ensure you will be totally under me, but did I pay attention well before jumping on your already charged legs? they are aligned with my belly, the excitement and the joy I am given once I made you fall down is boosting my esteem...

19:53 Raven_Vex: My breath caught in my throat as I still reeled from the shock of that hard blow to my back. The arena above us seemed to crumble, your name echoing everywhere. The moment you released my hand, the urge to be on high alert within me was rekindled, along with the space between my fingers. I could see the pleasure you derived from watching me curled up, defenseless. When you moved to the side, assuming that broad stance, and lunged at me like an eagle, time slowed for me. You were in the air. Your chest and abdomen were completely exposed, exhilarated by the victory you had just achieved. In that split second, just as you were about to collapse on top of me, completely subduing me and sealing your dominance, I unleashed my soles mercilessly against your unprotected stomach! Using the weight of your body and the speed of gravity to my advantage, I unleashed all the strength in my legs upwards. My aim is to catch you in mid-air, redirect your momentum behind me, and throw you backward over my head (monkey flip). "You celebrated too soon, Cécile!" I whisper, a pained but determined smile through clenched teeth.

21:19 Cécile: Still confident and not hesitant about my plan, I see that focused face on yours, soon I knew that I am about to hit the inevitable in the form of two heels firing against my open mid-section, in a spit second before, I just feel nothing, until when your heels and soles are plunged into my area. Now even my momentum of running, is turning against me, turned immediately from an acrobatic jump that could bump into you and drain you out quickly, into a nasty monkey flip lifting me up in the air, my body is bent as I am parallyzed for a second because of the kick, without even grappling me, you defended and protected your body, showing me that being quick isn't enough to win in pro westling, your cleverness spoke for itself, while I am paying for my non calculated move, unwinded, legs lifting the canvas, hands reaching in the air out of reflex, already knowing that I am about to experience a harder thud than yours, only that when you extended your legs, I got flipped upside down, which led to a more painful fall spiking my head like a drum. The crowd goes silent, then starts to cheer up even more wildly. The chants possess your name now, with my wincing face showing how much I am uncomfortable, experiencing a hard moment on my neck and back, as I fnally fall on my back but not in a hard way, I lay in an X position for some seconds, before rolling to my right side, bending my knee and settling on my fours, searching for you as I raise my head up, panting and dritting my teeth, I push myself backwards, so I can finally settle on my toes bending my legs, in a sitting position watching you, neutral look but my eyes are teling you something, I fear you, you don't look like an easy opponent at all, but I promise you... this is not finished yet

21:35 Raven_Vex: The thud of your head hitting the ring echoes throughout the arena. The crowd that was just shouting for you is now screaming wildly, "Raven! Raven!" I watch you lie on the floor in pain, in an X position, then reflexively turn to your right and crawl. Meanwhile, I use my lost momentum to quickly recover, kneeling on one knee near the ropes to catch my breath. My hair falls over my face, my eyes fixed directly on you. Before you can fully regain your balance and plan your next move, I break that tense, arched position on my knees. I quickly get to my feet and step towards you to close the distance. With the momentum I gain, I swing my right leg in a wide arc directly at your still-shaken head and neck! I intend to knock you completely flat on your back with a hard kick and finally break your stubbornness this time.

11:54 Cécile: And out of reflex, I am intending to hook both of my arms above my head so hopefully I can absorb some of your kick effect. Before that I was seeing your hair covering some of your face like a blue rainbow falling onto the river, when you swoop it, it gets tossed dynamically away to clear your vision, closing he range is making me a little bit nervous, this kick should finish me, but I play one of my last cards, my arms are going up to protect my face.. or so I thought, because the swing was harder than expected, my wrists are slamming against my forehead... my firm stance turns into some stumbld steps and staggered body, I wince in pain backing off, hoping that my steps find the stability again, because at that time I am not intending to fight nor to defend myself, I just want to stay standing still... finally your moves punish me and make me less confident and arrogant, wondering what completely was wrong. The overwhlming cheering of the crowd is hard to be filtered, playing the noise in the story, kncking me down on my back once again but after that my arms flail in the air, with my legs positionned on the heels, my butt thrusts on the canvas, squished usulessly with my back spiking just a split of a second before my head, cursing and grunting from this pain, my mind is racing as if I was out of a tornado, my back hurts and pulses me repeadetly, my hand out of control goes behind it to hold on my backbone, turning to the side with my head resting on the canvas, fiuring out what to do but realizing that there is not much to make happen since your move was just amazingly incredible, super frustrating for me after winning in some instants, but I will call it a defeat, and what do you think?

18:22 Raven_Vex: I notice at the last moment your desperate but resilient reflex as you try to shield yourself with your arms against my hard kick. But my momentum and fury were so high that your defense wasn't enough to completely absorb the blow; your own wrists hit your own forehead. And finally, the awaited moment... Your back, your hips, and then your head crash to the ring floor with a loud thud. The roar in the arena is so loud my ears are ringing. I toss my sweat-soaked hair back. I close the distance between us with slow, calm, and triumphant steps. I stand over you, casting a proud glance down at your body lying on its side on the ground. I lean slightly towards you. "It's smart of you to accept defeat so quickly, Cécile... Because if you had continued, you wouldn't have been able to walk out of this ring on your own two feet. But it's sweet that you think you can get away so easily." My two hands find your hair, and as I lift you roughly onto your feet, I pull my right knee back and swing it towards your abdominal muscles, trying to suck all the air out of you.

18:37 Cécile: I couldn't deliver a more pathetic performance than this, because all I remember is being unwinded, spiked and knocked down hard. Only for me to face your arms that are dragging me up when I show no resistance and feel obligated to hear your words, all what happens is grunts from my part out of frustration, I don't like what is happening, I don't like YOU, my red hair is pulled by you which makes me wince uncomfortably, hard for me to process I get your knee plunged quickly pounding into my belly as I stream spit flutters from my mouth with my eyes widening, my mouth full of air and body bending folded in half while I fly in the air just near you before falling on my ass again with a big THUD, harder than before, I run my tailbone because the pain couldn't be more processed, how could I give in too much into your moves and acrobatic pro skills, what did just happen today, I will not forget this so easily, you are toying with me as you like, making me even regret thinking about coming here, you proved who is better, and who deserves to have the lights today

18:38 Cécile:

18:43 Raven_Vex: Your body doubled in pain, your mouth spewing saliva as you slammed hard onto your buttocks, the tremendous "THUD!" echoing throughout the arena. "You don't need to love me, Cécile. In fact, your hatred only fuels me more. This is what happens when you meet a real heel, slut." I circle slowly around your shattered body on the ground. The arena now shakes with my name, the lights gleaming on me. I bring my face close to yours, whispering, defying your lungs still struggling to breathe from the heavy blow you just received: "Never forget this, Cécile... Although I don't think you ever will." My hands run through your red hair again, lifting you to your feet, and defiantly pulling my knee back and striking you again in the same spot I hit earlier. I remove my hands from your hair, stand before you, and watch your fall, humiliating you in the process.

18:56 Cécile: Because the match is becoming totaly yours with the arena, the crowd and me, and because every strike of you became effective enough to make me more and more vulnerable for you, I don't forget and I will not forget every moment of this match, especially how you are domming me, especially how you are taking the moment to do your moves in a clean and a perefct way, especially how everyone now is rooting and supporting you, especially how you are making me feel physically and mentally, broken, defeated, humiliated, decimated and almost destroyed, another BUMP on my stomach, my knees slam against each others, my head stays stunned as if I am about to pass out, I started to see two blue heads, my nightmare, slowly my heels slip away from the mats, making me fall onto my knees, out of reflex trying to clutch my belly but there is nothing to clutch, only my head that spikes ahead just under you, almost between your legs, my ass twicthes as it is the only thing directed upwards now, my hands are trapped under me, the crowd goes silent for a split of a second, before they would roar wildly for you, cheerfully and triumphantly celebrating, knowing who is the better one, at that moment my body is knocked out, but my head can process things, it's hard, it's frustrating, it's embarassing, how could you even do all of this, I thought we have the same level of fighting and pro wrestling, did you trick me? am I scammed?

19:00 Raven_Vex: The dull sound you made when you hit the ground for the second time gets lost amidst the wild screams of the arena. I watch from above, like a queen, as you collapse to your knees from the force of the blow, your head falling directly in front of me, almost between my legs, on the verge of losing consciousness. Your current position is the clearest, most humiliating picture of the enormous difference in power and level between us. "Thinking we were on the same level was your biggest delusion from the beginning, Cécile." I'm directly above your head, my legs spread wide, establishing my absolute dominance. Knowing you're too exhausted to move, unable even to hold your stomach, intensifies my dark satisfaction. As the roar of the arena deafens, I gently push your drooping chin upwards with the tip of my boot. I make our eyes meet. "Did you think we were on the same level?" I whisper, my voice icy, defying the noise of the entire hall. "No one deceives anyone here, Cécile. Only the weak can never guess how high the strong are." I pull my boot away from your chin and look at the completely submissive body on the ground, pressing the sole of my boot hard against your cheek, trying to leave a harsh scraping sensation on your face.

19:15 Cécile: This is turning from a proof of power, into an answer to the question "can you have me more humiliated?" and I guess you are winning in tht too, I hate that I am on display like this, open for your dominance, what I didn't want to happen is going now, look at your boot how it is pressing on my face, what are you trying to do, branding me even more? I guess everyone knows who I belong to and who I am owned by tonight, this is not very thrilling nor fun for me as in a first match, what should I do after that, my body is jerking, my ass is pushing backwads, because I don't want this to keep going, the crowd, turns from roaring, to clicking pictures, laughters, tauntings, teasings, I want to tap out, I will tap ou, I raise my hand, helplessly and humiliatingly, tapping on the canvas, physically begging you to stop, this is very humiliating for a pro fighter, you are ruining my reputation, the sensation of fighting isn't inside me anymore, but you taught me a good lesson,you sent a good message to anyone else who wants to defy you, I think I will agree with you only in that, you are way better, and way mor dominant, and way more dark in deliering your humiliating, my cheeks burning red, my legs get tired from kicking, because I am drained enough from your strikes, I feel the urge of having some rest, my sore body is getting squashed by you, which makes it even more humiliating, you are conrolling me as you want, putting me in many positions, my cheeks squished under you, a sign of absolute domination in this encounter

19:15 Cécile:

19:16 Cécile: I have invited @Amalia_Torres to join #pro_unidad.

19:22 Raven_Vex: As your cheek is crushed by the hard, jagged pressure of the sole of my boot, I see you raise your hand and desperately tap out on the ring floor. "PAT, PAT, PAT." The match was already over, but your pathetic surrender caused the flashes in the arena to explode and mocking laughter to erupt. "No, No, No." I crush your cheek even more under my boot, until the redness and burning sensation deepen to the point where you'll remember this night every time you look in the mirror. I quickly bend down and try to grab your wrist, trying not to let you tap out so quickly. I firmly grasp your wrist with my right hand and turn you onto your back. I quickly place my hips on your chest and hold your wrist with both hands. I watch to see if the referee will intervene, avoiding his gaze. I wait in this position for a few seconds to see if he saw your tap out. I lean slightly towards you, and whisper into your flushed cheek and disheveled red hair: "Good... So you finally learn your place, Cécile."

19:36 Cécile: Unfortunately, my taps of surrender made me just sink even more in my damsel in distress, because you gripped on it making metwitch and groan in pain, it's very uncomfortable for me, my back is hurting me now as my hand is rearranged in a non flexible way, soon that you turn me on my back and the only thing I see is your booty pressing on my chest, locking medown, preventing me from going up any further, the refree, unable to check what is going on, takes his time before going back to me, starting to do the counting, with you locking my arm, bending me up and at the same time locking me down, I just wait for this to end, but no, I know what we agreed on, between your thighs my hand is placed and locked tightly, your booty is pressing down on me, my legs can't do much but stay spread on the canvas, and then the crowd starts to count with the refree, I will not forget this whenever I look at the mirror ONE, my adm tries to move but I realize that I am parallyzed, time goes and all I hear again is the tapping of the refree next to my head, your giggles, your smirks, your teasing look, your dominant position.... TWO, my body freezes, and so does the time, THREE, the crowd explodes again, THE WINNER OF THE PRO WRESTLING MATCH, THE VELVET VIPER... and the whole crowd screams RAVEN VEX!!!!, the winner, the winner in an almost one sided pro beatdown, or shall I call it a training session with hmiliating layers overflowing my plate, I forgot that I am competing for a title, I forgot that I joined a federation of fighting to play well and compete, now it's getting harder, and more delicate, I should correct many things, but for now, the moment speaks of itself, of the humiliation, the agreed stakes and the post match everyone was waiting for

19:37 Cécile:

19:47 Raven_Vex: I don't immediately lift the pressure off you as soon as the announcement is made. On the contrary, I stay on your chest for a few more seconds to savor that sweet moment of victory, looking down at you, chuckling softly, and whispering: "You talked about titles, the federation, and those big dreams you had coming here, didn't you? You dream, and I turn those dreams into nightmares for you." I slowly get up. As the glittering lights above me celebrate my victory, the referee finally comes to my side and raises my hand. In the middle of the ring, I spread my arms wide, absorbing the roar of the crowd. With slow, triumphant steps, I move back towards your area. I stop beside you. From above, I cast a look of disgust and arrogance upon your helpless position on the ground. Then I slowly kneel down. I reach out my right hand and wrap your sweat- and spit-soaked red hair around my fingers. I forcefully pull your head upward, ensuring your pained face stares directly into my triumphant, mocking gaze. Closing the distance between us, I whisper into your burning cheek: "Did you really think that three of the referee's blows would be the end of it, Cécile, and that you could just run away without looking back?" With my left hand, I grab the cold water bottle standing at the edge of the ring, the one that had just been opened for me. I open the cap with my teeth and slowly pour the water directly onto your shaken face and forehead, which I'm holding up with difficulty. I roughly toss your hair back, letting your head fall back to the ring floor. Standing up, I pin you completely to the ground, this time pressing the sole of my boot lightly onto your shoulder. Pointing at you with my finger towards the flashing cameras and spectators, I smile mockingly. "Looks like Velvet Viper's new toy broke in the first round," I murmur.

20:00 Cécile: Helpless, vunerabe, controlled and overwhelmed, all under your pressure, YOU are the refree, deciding even when you will get up from me, which causes enough damage and pain on my arm, out of reflex I hold on it, but you are not letting me. Your arm goes to clasp on my hair, pulling me into you, submissivel I have a look at you while our cocky, determined, dominant, arrogant gaze is fixing me, I gulp, slowly harder looking at you, you got me, you completely got me, I scream as my head falls backwards, spiking again for the nth time. I wince and close my eyes, griting on my teeth, watching at you uncapping the bottle with your teeth, before ouring the cold water into my face, falling like a waterfall on me, I continue closing my eyes and shaking my head sideways, my red hair is becoming a mess, my skin is ruined and some of the water enters my mouth, which makes me cough harder later, before you firml stand up, pressing your boot on my damaged shoulder, when I grunt in pain, squirming but there is no escape, your finger pointing at me, me the loser, me your new toy, me your submissive, me who wanted to defy you, me who got her dreams broken by you, me who wanted something better than this but ended up humbled, me Cécile, owned by the velvet Viper

20:03 Raven_Vex: The flashes of light exploding before your eyes, the weight of my boot pinning you to the ring floor, the cold water streaming down your face… You lie helplessly beneath me like a slave on a leash. As your coughs subside, I don't lessen the pressure on your damaged shoulder even a millimeter. On the contrary, to see you writhing in pain more clearly, I press down on your wet shoulder even harder with the tip of my boot. I slowly rise to my feet, but I don't take my eyes off your battered body. I bend down and kick the empty water bottle from the edge of the ring towards you. The bottle hits you right next to it and stops. "Look at yourself, Cécile…" I whisper, the contemptuous tone in my voice echoing throughout the arena, icy cold. "What's left of that arrogant girl who thought she could challenge me? Just a broken toy." The referee finally dares to step between us to separate us. This time I don't resist him. As I walk towards the ropes, I step into the corner and spread my arms wide. Under the spotlights shining on me, I declare my victory. "Now go and bandage your wounds with that drool you've been drooling..." I say without even looking back. "If you're ever stupid enough to face me again, this time they won't even be able to carry you out of this ring on a stretcher." [End?]

20:11 Cécile: I am defeated, but still having something in me, something telling me that should come back harder and better, it was an unlucky day, or so humiliating and embarassing it was, you decimated me completely, made me realize that I have a long way ahead of me to go... While you are there, celebrating, still trying to make my gaze connect with yours, you keep eying me and my defeated, broken body, while you take ever chance to mock me, to taunt me, to show me how useless I was in this match, how nothing I was but an entertainment for you and the crowd, you declare your victory, you seal your victory, I sink into my defeat, in my first match for the season, I will come back stronger, but for now I shall say it was a hard ass kicking followed with your words that broke me mentally, I won't be able to look in the social media for a while, I need some time, some good time to tur myself from the broken toy to a competitor... for now I will say it was a clear win for you, I will start by a shower, if I am able to walk properly to my locker now

20:11 Cécile: [End]