Re: Cecilia Northman Vs. Morgan Raine

by LunarWolf Tue Sep 02, 2014 6:02 am

Cecilia's anger was certainly getting the better of her in this match so far, making her act rather drastic and without much thought behind her actions and it had cost her a heavy elbow blow to the side of her head, causing the buxom blond beauty to stagger backwards.

Of course the elbow smash wasn't where Morgan would stop and with Cecilia staggering backwards it was too later for the buxom blond to halt her. Before she could get her bearings back, the blond beauty felt a heavy impact against her well trained abs, Morgan's shoulder driving in hard against the power Cecilia's body and liffting her off of her feet. " Guuah!!" Cecilia let out, eyes bulging and mouth shooting open, a slight amount of spittle escaping from her lips as she was carried off and slammed down against the mat by Morgan's powerful move, a finishing move of the Canadia's apparently.

Grounded by Morgan, Cecilia would lay with limbs eagle spread against the mat, groaning out in pain after the heaving impact of the Flase soldier's Canadian spear.

by bricktown Mon Sep 08, 2014 3:40 am

This was the first time Morgan had to use the Canadian Spear outside of practice, and she had never expected the move to work so well. That said, she couldn't rest on her laurels just yet. With an exhausted groan, the Colonel dragged herself across the mat to place one arm on the Berserker. Doing that move had taken a lot out of her, but the two of them were just about done. At least, that was her estimation. Morgan didn't know just how much rage the Hardcore Queen had left, and it could've easily given the blonde beauty the strength to stand up once more and beat on her.

Still, the die had been cast. Time to see if the consequences were worth it.

"1!" The ref girl slapped the floor.

by LunarWolf Fri Oct 31, 2014 10:20 am

LunarWolf wrote:Cecilia felt as if she had been hit head on by a truck going 50 mph. Her midsection, ribs, abs, and even back ached a bit from the powerful impact of the busty false soldiers powerful spear. No doubt the girl's finisher with the devastating impact it hit the blond beauty with, who now laid on her back...limbs eagle spread and her chest heaving with each breath she took.

When Morgan managed to finally drag her way to Cecilia, and drapped her arm over the buxom Northern queen's body, the ref started the count. Cecilia shook her head softly from left to right, letting out a groan.

"Two!" the ref girl shouted as she slapped her hand down against the mat one more time. Cecilia however seemed unmoving for now, looking as if she was only half there. The hand was up in the air and coming slamming down once again.

"Thre--." The ref girl was just about to shout out the final count, before Cecilia bucked up with quite the impressive force, attempting to shove Morgan's frame off of her wildly and break the count, rolling over to the side, her arms clutching her hurting midsection.

by LunarWolf Fri Oct 31, 2014 10:20 am

bricktown wrote:Close. So damned close, and it hurt all the more knowing that she could've won if she hadn't been so worn down. Morgan coughed as she laid on her back, having been sent rolling by Cecilia's incredible strength. Well, maybe that was inaccurate. Even if she had speared the Hardcore Queen at the beginning of the match, it wouldn't have changed much. Despite the enmity between them, she couldn't help but grin. She really had been fortunate to face against somebody who was so tough.

"The most amazing opponent yet, eh?" She whispered to herself, turning over on her side to look at the blonde beauty. There was no more time to admire the Berserker. Given all she had done to get this match, she probably was in for the long haul. And if that was the case, she had to be decisive in ending this with a victory.

Slowly, painfully, she got back up on her feet. Her legs wobbled, but she forced herself to stand tall once more. With her mobility impaired, there were only two finishers she could use. A pang of regret shot through Morgan as she understood that her absolute best move wasn't going to be unveiled tonight. Truth be told, Cecilia more than deserved to be put down by it. That thought brought another chuckle. No, not quite. Maybe Cecilia would be able to reverse that, too. But even then, it was the thought that counted. They'd give a better showing next time, she believed. For now, it was time to end the match.

Her eyes grew cold once more as she smiled. An Arctic gale would've been warmer than her heart right now.

"Get up, Ms. Northman." The Colonel raised her hand, building up strength in her body as she cocked her fist back. "Get up. The match ends here."

by LunarWolf Fri Oct 31, 2014 10:35 am

"Kh.." Cecilia groaned out as she laid flat on her back, her legs spread and her arms draped around her midsection to protect the throbbing ribs of hers. Cecilia had really gotten reckless and in her anger and taken a pretty heavy hit, she was hurting quite a bit, not only from the spear but also from the high-impact elbow she took, which had really rattled her brain. She shook her head slowly from side to side to try and clear the cobwebs, gritting her teeth as she could already hear the crowd screaming. It seemed as if her foe was already up on her feet and was calling for the Berserker to get back up to her feet.

Cecilia's blood was still boiling, her mind was burning, her head felt hot, as if steam would start to flow out of her at any moment. The buxom blond rolled over onto her front and began to push herself up to her hands and knees, she turned her gaze up to look upon her foe, the busty false soldier Morgan who stood before her. A dark-skinned beauty with piercing eyes, a gale that felt icy looking upon the Northern Queen.

Gritting her teeth once again Cecilia tried to push herself up to her feet, despite the pain in her throbbing head and ribs, she attempted to move up into a full stand much like her foe.

by bricktown Mon Nov 03, 2014 4:40 am

"Brave. Very brave. But foolish."

The false soldier stared Cecilia down, a shark-like grin on her face as she prepared to strike. This was do or die now. If she missed, she was fairly sure that the Hardcore Queen would put her down. Weakness fell away, replaced with the cold certainty of victory as her weight shifted. From beginning to end, she was always on the edge of defeat. No other opponent had ever put her in such danger, and she hoped that she'd never face anybody who was even better.

This was her one and only chance, and now it had to be taken. With this strike, she had to cut down the Valkyrie. For the strongest and most beautiful enemy she had encountered so far, Morgan would debut a finisher that would beat her while preserving her dignity.

With a fearsome roar, the Colonel unleashed the JTF2 Punch, her right fist coming in like the Grim Reaper's scythe as she sought to knock Cecilia out with this final attack. Being knocked out by a right hook with this level of power would not be shameful in the least.

by LunarWolf Wed Nov 05, 2014 7:37 pm

The blond powerhouse stumbled up onto her feet on unsteady legs, her body felt heavy after taking those two straight heavy impact moves cleanly and taken them in quite a bad way too...her head was still shaking from the elbow and her ribs were aching thanks to the spear she had taken, which had manage to take a lot of steam out of the previously raging Cecilia. With a tightened up body the blows she had taken had been much worse and it had caused her quite a bit of trouble...needless to say that Cecilia was not fighting very smart right now.

Before the Swede could react or move well, thanks to her aching ribs and foggy mind. Morgan fist came inbound like a comet straight towards Cecilia's face, unable to dodge the mighty punch hit home and crashed right into the blonde's forehead, the punch being strong enough to lift Cecilia off of her feet and causing the blond beauty to crash backwards, falling like a downed eagle as she fell flat on her back, arms and legs wide spread, only sign of life left from the Northern Queen being her large heaving chest from her breathing.

by bricktown Tue Nov 11, 2014 9:07 pm

With that, the match had come to a close. At least, that was what Morgan hoped. She collapsed forward, the last vestiges of her energy finally used up as she landed next to her opponent. Breathing and sweating heavily, the Canadian brawler watched as the ref girl bent down to check on them. She put her arm over the beautiful brawler's chest, finally pinning her down for what she hoped to be the last time.

"1!"

Morgan would have to train again for the inevitable rematch. This time, she had gotten lucky. Even though she wasn't able to walk without aid right now, she wasn't a bloody mess. Who knew how bad things could get the next time? The false soldier rested her forehead against the mat, grateful she had made it this far, at least.

"2!"

by LunarWolf Sat Nov 15, 2014 6:40 am

The powerful knock out punch which had followed that impact spear....which had followed that massive high impact elbow to the blonds' head had really put Cecilia through the wringer, as she now laid sprawled out against the mat with her limbs eagle spread. Both girl's seemed rather exhausted though, while it hadn't been the longest match in AFW history, it had been an intense with a lot of pain and power behind each move.

Cecilia however had found herself at the cost of anger and recklessness at the worse end of the last part of this intense conflict between the two. Morgan's arms draped over the blonds mighty chest as it heaved up and down with each heavy breath the powerful Swede took.

The count began and kept going with Cecilia laying there motionless for it. The crowd screamed and shouted for the Northern Queen to get up and kick out, but...

The final slap of the Ref's hand came down, with her shouted out loudly " 3!" followed by that word came the ringing of the bell and the declaration of the victor of this match. Morgan Raine.

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Cecilia Northman Vs. Morgan Raine