Ringside Rapport (Odessa and Cecilia)

Odessa had hardly finished speaking when Cecilia reached up and swatted at her arm, smacking Odessa's hand away from her face with all of the strength and emotional maturity of a toddler. At least Ceci seemed to finally be coming around to recognizing that all Odessa was doing was putting her in her place. That first sentence almost sounded rational, which was shocking when it was coming out of the blonde's mouth. "Took you long enough to actually say something that was tethered to reality. Good going, love. This is all about you and me, no matter what else is swirling around it. But you ruined it right at the end, there. You don't compare to me, Ceci—not your tiny little breasts, or your wimpy muscles, or your stringy hair."

Odessa's lip turned up in a little aggressive snarl as she leaned in towards Cecilia, staring hard into those red eyes which she knew so well. She could read Ceci's body language like she could read a book, and as that head twitched, Odessa moved to counter, pulling her lower face backward and throwing her forehead forward, catching the blonde's with her own, the vibrations going all through her skull and making her teeth chatter. "Ugh...you had better be ready," she would growl, loitering in the ring for a minute as Cecilia left up the ramp, before following up the ramp herself, giving the stagehand a few more tips on how to set up the fight before she disappeared backstage to get herself ready.