Cecilia Northman Vs. Morgan Raine

Being chest to chest with her quite equally sized foe did cause Cecilia quite a bit of problem, as now her opponent was on top and had the upperhand which was never a good thing. Cecilia herself knew that she couldn't take this girl lightly as she had been able to take Belinda down easily ( Even though Belinda hadn't really fought at all.) if she did let up it would mean that this powerful fake soldier would be able to pound her a good deal...which was never a good thing, especially not when her opponent were as big and seemed to be almost equal to her in terms of strength.

The crowd was still going wild for the two beauties as they laid so close to each other, with their beautiful bodies pressing against one another. Even though the cheering of the crowd, Cecilia's growls of anger could probably be heard by the buxom Morgan, even as the girl raised her arm up and then smacked down her hand with a hammerfist strike right down against the forehead of Cecilia. " Agh!" the blond beauty let out in pain, her guard dropping slightly from the pain and the strong hit that she took from the girl, her teeth gritting and her eyes half openly glaring up at her tan skinned foe.

Okay, that was one hit and already things were close to getting out of hand. The pressure on Morgan was getting really intense. It was like sitting on top of an armed nuclear bomb, and the display for the timer was malfunctioning. She had no clue when her luck was about to run out, but she had to keep going. She didn't want to give the Hardcore Queen a chance to reverse a strike, so she had to go for submissions. She wasn't crazy enough to try slapping on a mandible claw, or as she called it, the Poutine Diet. After all, she liked having ten working fingers. Losing two of them to Cecilia's incredibly strong bites would just ruin her career, if not her whole life.

At the same time, she could only do so many things with such a terrible grasp on submissions. Maybe if she... Ah, yes. That should do it!

With a cold grin, Granite grasped one of her hands and bore down on Cecilia, trying to press her toned forearm into the Berserker's neck and start choking her out. It wasn't exactly a brilliant move, but it'd do for now.

Cecilia's head was reeling a little bit, a slight groggy feeling had come over her after the hammer blow that she had taken to her head. However, she could already feel how it was starting to lessen by the seconds and soon enough she'd be fit enough to tare into her foe with viscous anger and undeniable power. That was of course if she'd get the time to do such a thing. Which at the moment was looking very unlikely for the buxom blond beauty.

Morgan's arms came down and pressed tightly down upon the throat of Cecilia. " Aghk!" She yelped out as the forearm of the powerful tanned skin foe pushed down with the power of Colonel Granite being used quite well to pain and cause problems for the beautiful Cecilia. The arms of Cecilia quickly shot up towards her foe, attempting to grab a hold of the girl's chest and her face to try and push the girl up and off of her. Doing all that the blond beauty could do in order to try and get the buxom Morgan off of her.

Darn.

Cecilia had managed to shove her off, and now she had to scramble to her feet before the blonde beauty did. Granite clenched her teeth hard as she realized what had to be done. If she let her opponent get back on her feet, it wouldn't be long before the Berserker started laying some real hurt on her. The false soldier cursed herself for thinking that choke would work, but only for a second. Letting her thoughts get out of control while she was dealing with an opponent of this caliber would be a terrible mistake.

She had to come up with a solution quickly. Her best friend was a submission artist, so surely her methods would work, right? The brawler briefly considered it in her desperation before she remembered that Alyssa was also an unrepentant perv. Blast it, the Bomber would love to be rolling on the mat with Cecilia, all tangled up and sweaty with hands rubbing places that definitely shouldn't be touched in public. There was no way in heck that Morgan would ever stoop down to that level.

Alright, she'd just have to brute force it somehow. With a cold hearted glare, she lunged forward to try and tackle the Hardcore Queen back to the ground. Unfortunately, she only remembered some crucial details halfway through the charge. Didn't Cecilia's fan sites mention she was also really good at submissions?

Wait, didn't she have a submission finisher? Uh oh.

Her shoving finally paid off for the blond beauty, as her pink haired tanned skinned foe was pushed off of her and Cecilia was able to let out a few raspy coughs for air. Her throat felt a bit irritated and not as good as she would have liked it to be. It wasn't a very good situation for her...but there was no time to think about that, her foe had already started to move up towards her feet and Cecilia was remaining down on her back, coughing loudly with her large breasts heaving with each breath.

After Morgan had gotten up to her feet, would the blond beauty begin to push herself up. She could only hope that he foe wouldn't attack her so quickly...or that she would do something stupid, like try to grapple with the blond beauty on the mat.

That was when Cecilia felt Morgan's buxom body crash into hers, " Ugnh!" Cecilia yelped out slightly as she was tackled down towards the ground. wait...tackled down ? This was her chance. The viking wrestler would quickly attempt and grab a hold of Morgan's head and shove it down in underneath her armpit, attempting to lock it around her head and trap her in frontal facelock hold, from there Cecilia would try and whip her legs around Morgan's waist and try and trap the beautiful Canadian in a waist scissor hold has well. Cecilia's goal was to lock Morgan in a painful and tightly locked guilliotine choke hold and squeeze as much life out of this hated foe of hers. " Dumbass! kh... like that would work!" Cecilia let out through gritted teeth as their buxom frames would probably drag and grind against each other.

She really should've expected this to happen, but the pressure had gotten to her. No more, though. She had to bite back the pain and the fear to claw her way to the ropes! Granite dragged herself, inch by inch, even as Cecilia cranked her head back with those iron muscles of hers. At least Alyssa hadn't taken her place in the match. Her friend would love to be caught by a buxom bombshell like the Hardcore Queen. Really, the Bomber had both an insatiable appetite for well proportioned blondes and the manual dexterity to 'set them off'.

Of course, Morgan was not the kind of person who enjoyed close contact with others. Maybe that's why she didn't do so well when it came to submission holds.

The brief interlude about her friend wasn't exactly helpful, but it had kept her mind off of the strangulation for a few seconds. Faced with no choice but to continue clawing, she did just that. Even as the air and life was crushed out of her, she kept on going. It was like swimming through an airless ocean of pain, but she had to reach the ropes no matter what. If she lost this match, lost her momentum, she'd peter out so quick it'd make her irrelevant. And that was the one thing she couldn't allow.

Her fingers twitched as she neared the ropes. Come on, just inches, just... just inches....

With one final lunge, she made an attempt to grab the bottom rope as firmly as she could.

Cecilia could feel every bit of struggling that her busty foe was doing, in this tightly locked hold that had the two beauties practically grinding against one another with their perfect frames, making their curvaceous frames slide up and down along one another. With the blond beauties mighty legs wrapped tightly around Morgan's waist and squeezing tightly upon that well trained body of Colonel Granite, Her mighty arms squeezing tighly down upon Morgan's neck and head, cutting off whatever air that the tanned-skinned girl could possibly want.

It did feel rather good, to squeeze the life out of this woman to her own pleasure, paying her back for what she'd done to her sister and the insults and reasing that the girl had gone about to justify such a thing, it was all Cecilia needed to want to keep choking Morgan until she passed out...perhaps even further. However, the busty fake solider was making headway, crawling, clawing and draging them closer and closer to the ropes with each passing second, until finally her finger managed to clasp onto that rope and got the ref to get right up in Cecilia's face, telling the busty lass to let go of Morgan.

The blond beauty though was not gonna let her pink haired foe off easily, her hold stayed locked in despite the ropes! Which prompted the ref-gril to start to shout out a count. When the offical of the match ahd reached four out of five in the count, Cecilia would quickly try and let go of Morgan and shove the girl off of her, feeling as if that was enough damage for now with the Guillilotine choke hold.

Morgan's flailing bore fruit, which was a brief moment of respite from the Valkyrie's onslaught. The brawler wheezed as she was let go, finally freed from the otherwise inescapable grasp of her deadly opponent. All of this rubbing and grinding was really getting to her, because she seriously didn't know if Cecilia wanted to have violent hate-sex in the middle of the ring or plain old break her body. The Canadian knew of Cecilia's rep, and it was definitely a big warning sign there. Well, even if her opponent was going to try and claim her in public, the false soldier had to focus on defence for now.

Clawing her way up the ropes and to her feet, Colonel Granite leaned on them heavily as she rubbed her neck with one hand. This wasn't the kind of thing she could just shrug off. Now that things had come to this, her strength had been somewhat depleted by the hold. That said, she still had more in the tank. Somehow, she had to get Cecilia with her next move. And by heck, it'd have be a big one.

She gestured with her index, far too polite to raise her middle finger. A mocking smile accompanied it, not a downcast expression of submission. She was goading her enemy to come rushing in. And if the Hardcore Queen did, Granite would swing for the fences and hope her Calgary Stampede elbow would knock the powerhouse off her high horse.

Losing her grip of Morgan had been something that Cecilia didn't want to to, but if she wanted to beat this girl and not give her the satisfaction of getting a win on the Northern Queen, then she would have to beat Morgan down without breaking the rules...just bending them a bit in order to make things a lot more painful for her. Now that she had broken the hold and was forced to get away from the False soldier, because the ref was pushing the buxom blond beauty back more and more to give the pink haired girl some room.

As long as she was by the ropes there wasn't much that Cecilia could do for now. The buxom blond let out a long and loud huff of air, it was clear that she was a bit angry still, but at least she wasn't as much of a rushing angry bull that she had been a few seconds ago.

When the Colnel gestured like that towards her though, Cecilia's eye ticked a bit. Slightly pissed that after taking such a beating and a painful hold like that and she was asking for more ? Cecilia wasn't gonna have any of that, for that reason she would start to head up towards Morgan, reaching out with her hand to try and grab a hold of the girl's hair with a firm hold. However, when she came in closer to the girl, the tanned-skinned foe of Cecilia's shoot a high impact elbow right up into the side of Cecilia's head. " Uugnh!" The Northern Queen let out a grunt of pain as she staggered to the side, one hand moving up to shield and hold the pulsating pain left by the powerful elbow.

It worked. By God, it worked. If the Colonel hadn't been waiting for a chance like that, she would've been far too stunned to take advantage of the situation. As it stood, she was in prime position for her finisher. She smirked to herself at Cecilia's impetuous mistake and began charging forward.

It really was a shame. Cecilia was doing this out of vengeance for her sister. Had it been a simple match, without any personal element to it, it seemed like Morgan would've been already broken in half. In the end, the Northern Queen's sentimental nature was her weakness. Time to destroy that soft heart of hers.

The Canadian brawler rushed towards the Hardcore Queen, intent on taking her down with the Canadian Spear. She wasn't going to hope for a three count, she was going to beat Cecilia until she earned it.