A tough lesson. - ( Cicilia De'Reignhardt, Haruko Ryuzaki, Sayumi Arai )

Cicilia's eye would twitch with restrained anger, crossing her arms as the body-builder shed the last bit of her acceptable clothing, leaving her completely naked in all her body-built glory. While all the men in this damned place who saw her cheered her... bold actions, The german and Sayumi seemed slightly off-put by her attempts to rid herself of "unnecessary clothing." Something told her this chick was a fan favorites in hentai matches just for her desire to get naked and screw with the audience. Thank the almighty God that Cicilia hardly ever participates in such things lest she be caught in a match with her.

Shaking off this... unfortunate display, Sayumi immediately attempted a lock up of a different sort, attempting to intertwine her fingers with the body-builder in a lock known as the test-of-strength. Ooooh... sounded like her kind of party... Unfortunately though... Sayumi continued explaining the logistics and tactics that went with this hold and the German nodded along but she couldn't stop thinking about how poor-a-choice it was to try and show off this hold against this practically-naked muscle-mass she was fighting. Cicilia had wrestled with Sayumi before and she knew where her strength capped out: hardly at The boxer's 60% mark. If she was being generous and assumed that this chick was around Cicilia's own strength with all that OBVIOUS MUSCLE, then even with tactics and better grips on her side, she wasn't confident in Saymi's ability to NOT get hurt...

The boxer's finger tapped lightly against her bicep as she watched the two of them lock up, hoping to god that Sayumi was a better wrestler than she's been letting on... It wasn't like she didn't trust her... she just didn't trust the blonde.

The muscular blond would simply smirk as her partner explained how tests of strengths worked. Haruko was quick to lock hands with Sayumi, and seeing how she was clearly the stronger woman, she had little worries about doing so. Sure smaller opponents could get advantages, but what happens when the larger opponent manipulates joints?

That was exactly what Haruko did as she her opponent tried to twist her wrists. The well built goddess would quickly begin to twist her sparring partner's wrists downwards so that she'd be quickly overpowered. A quick peak at Cicilia told the blond that she was under high suspicions. That was good, though, since it made toying with the foreigner all too easy. So she'd remain face to face with Sayumi...in fact, too close as she stared the cute woman down to get under Cicilia's nerves a little bit more.

"What happens when the bigger woman has the leverage, though?" Haruko would purr as she tried to keep the lavender haired beauty under control as she twisted her wrists enough to be a bit painful. "Do you have any tricks up your sleeves, Sayumi?" the devious goddess would say as she pressed their foreheads against each other.

Cicilia's tapping became more erratic as she watched her girlfriend begin to get overwhelmed by the grip she began as she predicted. Her eyes widened somewhat as the blonde didn't seem to acknowledge her opponent's struggles and, instead, leaned in to get closer. Her lips curled into a defensive snarl as the blonde pressed in harder to the woman as Sayumi desperately tried to explain counters, the muscle-bound bully pressing her forehead against the lavender's as the poor wrestler fell to one knee.

She contemplated whether or not she should intervene now, unsure if her sweetheart would even approve of her stepping in over something like this... If Sayumi was anything like her... and in a lot of ways she was... She wouldn't just allow for her lover to just jump in... Especially since there was no super obvious threat to her going on right now.

"Damn it..." She cursed silently, placing her hands on the rim of the ring as she glared up at the blonde, her eyes full of flames. "Sayumi... Please get out of this..."

Haruko was having fun as she twisted Sayumi’s wrist until she fell down on one knee. It looked like the lavender cutie had reached her limit in this hold...well she still had the next hold. So for now, she’d let her sparring partner off easy as she simply released the woman’s hands and extended her own to help Sayumi up.

“Need some help?” Haruko would ask while trying to hold back some of the sadism in her voice. Meanwhile, a quick glance at Cicilia told the muscular blond that she was fuming.

“Any thoughts on what we should try out next Cici?” The blond would ask the clearly peeved boxer as she cracked her neck on each side. Haruko wondered just how short of a fuse Cicilia had...and just when she would go kaboom!

Cicilia glared up a the blonde with a tad more slack, watching as she finally got how much damage she was doing. The look the two of them shared shed a little light on what she was doing, however. She didn't seem oblivious to how much power she was putting behind her moves nor the least bit apologetic. There was a very subtle edge in her voice as she offered a hand to Sayumi, only one she caught because she had a similar one in her own voice: One of restrained malice.

Cicilia's anger only increased behind a stone expression, almost like furnace being over-stoked with fuel. The Cobblestone kept it all in, restraining the fire's movement so that it didn't spill all over the floor. With anyone who knew her or had kept up a similar face, they'd be able to notice how much restraint it took for the German to keep calm and peaceful there on the edge of the ring.

It was frustrating, seeing Sayumi either not notice or not care that this girl had hurt her, always so trusting with the strangers and new people. Always so sweet... It was a trait she admired most times... It was what made her so alluring to her in the first place but now... She only wished it didn't cloud her judgement.

Cicilia snapped out of her brooding as her girlfriend spoke to her, her sanguine eyes matching up with her girlfriend's aqua. What sort of move did she want to see...? What kind would be less painful to Sayumi if the two of them preformed it...? The German had no names for techniques that weren't about striking or throwing and she could only guess how much her sweetheart would be hurt if she offered these up as options... She looked up at her lover, almost like she was quietly pleading that she'd call this off...

But Sayumi was determined. Cicilia was anxious...

"I dunno... some kind of lock-up..? Like the test of strength but different."

Haruko had one thing she hated the most during the learning process, and that was how one couldn't just dive right into the action. You had to watch others do it, study the movements, and learn the terminology before even getting to try your luck int he ring. Haruko hated that so much when learning about fighting...but luckily for her, she managed to learn twice as fast during some brawls in the streets. She was a doer, one that learned on the fly. That's how she became the muscular brawler she was today...she took her beatings, each one teaching her something new, and soon enough the instincts she needed were beaten into her thick skull.

But standing there, and having to watch Cicilia talk without any knowledge whatsoever about the terminology was beyond painful. "Some kind of lock-up..?" she said..."Like the test of strength...but different." she said. Couldn't she have just explained a little more? Just a little?

"This must have been how mom felt when she taught me the basics..." Haruko thought to herself...which instantly brought back some pretty bad memories and old woulds. Now she really just wanted to punch something...well...this was as good of a place to start a fight as any where. She just had to set it up...

"Hhmm...actually...I think I have a better idea..." Haruko would say with an innocent smile before turning towards the other woman. "Sayumi, how about I lock you in a submission hold and you'll try to get out? Cicilia looks like she's strength based, but without some...or any experience with holds and grappling, she'll be at a pretty big disadvantage"

Haruko was impressed by how convincing she sounded, to be honest. After all, she just wanted a chance to choke this cutie out. The blond didn't think she'd come up with such a good excuse at a moments notice. Still, Sayumi needed to take the bait. Hopefully the lavender cutie would be as brave as she was adorable.

This woman's "other idea" was to subject Sayumi to a submission hold and then expect her to find a way out!? With her immense strength she was going to suggest such a thing to her GIRLFRIEND!? NOT IN THIS LIFETIME SHE WASN'T! Of course, that was her first reaction, to yell that this body-builder for even suggesting that. What, was she an idiot!? Was that little grapple before not enough for her to tell Sayumi didn't even come close to matching her!? Was she so stupid that she thought her experience could out-think it's way around the woman's own experience AND brute force!? Such ideas were worth burning to the ground before they had a chance to flourish.

But wait... She had a better idea...

Cicilia's second reaction was to get up there and punch the woman in the face. Plain and simple. What other way would get her point across than a good fist to her jaw? It was the only way to pierce such stupidity after all. This was was the most tempting thing she's felt all morning, as evidenced by the tiniest twitch in the boxer's neck, the only sign that a third thought was keeping her from doing just that.

Her third thought came about when she glanced over at her girlfriend, waiting innocently for some kind of approval. Surely now, after being pushed to her knees so brazenly would Sayumi ponder this offer with a bit more skepticism, perhaps even outright refuse it! What a happy girl it'd make Cicilia if her lover turned this woman away and let them get back to their basic instruction...

"Sayumi...?" She asked, turning to her instead for the decision. "Are you okay with this...?"

pleasesaynopleasesaynopleasesayno...

The look she gave Sayumi mimicked this sentiment. If this woman dared to hurt Sayumi... they'd need the cops themselves to tear her off of this woman...