Someone call the cops! [Lariato]

Cecilia would roll her eyes yet again at Minerva's way of acting and talking, quite visibly in front of the beautiful raven haired Dane, she kind of wanted Minerva to understand that she was bothering and making the blond quite bored right now, one thing which she seemed not able to understand. Even so she kept on talking and talking and the blond couldn't say that she was starting to drone on and on about how the blond had robbed her and how she had stolen her chances and blah blah blah.

The Swede really couldn't care less about the Dane or her stupid way of acting right now, and while the two of them had once been friends...those days were far gone and would probably never come back again. Which was for the better for the blond beauty when it really came down to it, she had gone through a lot of changes and improved herself in many ways since she had cast away that poisonous relationship.

" Your memory is rather deluded now isn't it ? I mean earlier you mentioned that you didn't come here at all for me, and now you are talking about how you did. So I am gonna assume that what you said before was just you trying to be nonchalant and cool about the ordeal. " Cecilia let out as she'd sigh out, before shrugging her shoulder's and shaking her head, " Nevermind, I've already accepted that you are a stupid bitch, so I don't give a fuck if you came here for me or not. Come at me and I'll break you, stay out of my way and I'll ignore you. It's your choice." Cecilia let out as her ruby eyes would glare deeply into Minerva's eyes, showing a great deal of ferocity to those words with nothing but her gaze. Her words and tone of voice was very detached, but her eyes was without a doubt showing what she meant. " Cause you'll never rise up to the height I did and you'll never reach a point where you and me fighting will benefit me. Well...I would enjoy making you cry."

Minerva knew full well just how much her presence was bothering Cecilia. Her visible reaction to nearly everything the raven haired beauty said was clear proof of it. But that was one reason Minerva hadn’t shut her big mouth. The more uncomfortable the blonde was, the better the Dane would feel about herself and what she was doing. If anything, it’d only encourage her to keep on going for as long as she could. And she could go on for quite a long time if she wanted.

“Yet again, it seems you weren’t properly listening.” she said. Cecilia already said she didn’t care one bit about why Minerva was here. But, she was going to re-insert her two cents on the matter anyway, even if for no other reason than because she knew Cecilia didn’t want to hear it. “Don’t flatter yourself, Northman. I will get the vengeance I want. But that isn’t my sole reason for being here. You’re not that special.” A chuckle escaped her lips as she spoke. “There’s lots of new opponents to conquer, and lots of belts that would look marvelous around my waist.”

And as Cecilia then glared right into her eyes, Minerva remained unintimidated. She’d stood in the receiving end of that fiery glare numerous times before in their many battles. Sometimes she’d managed to defy that burning fury and emerge victorious, and other times things didn’t quite go so smoothly for her. But the one bout that had mattered most was the one that cut the deepest for Minerva. And now the raven haired sadist returned that gaze with one of absolute defiance. Cecilia could make all the threats she wanted. Minerva would not be deterred.

“Well, I certainly hope you’ve enjoyed your glorious time at the top of the mountain.” she said, her smirk widening as she spoke. “Because now, I’m going to enjoy watching you fall!” With that, Minerva would suddenly seek to take advantage of the fact that their pretty faces were so close. Her free hand would suddenly shoot up, aiming to catch Cecilia off guard by slamming her fist into the blonde’s chin with a big uppercut!

The way Minerva went on and on with contradiction after another was just starting to become a heap of confusion now, at least it would be if one bothered following the girl's foolish near circular logic in her pretty mindless en-devour at trying to both justify and lessen her quest for revenge. It was almost becoming adorable to the blond beauty, just how hard the raven haired one was attempting to make it seem as if she wasn't here for revenge but then clearly putting so much focus and emphasis upon that fact which just made her seem completely split on the matter.

" Oh I was listening. You just keep spinning around in circles. It won't be long before you lose control and crash." Cecilia let out as she kept listening to the Dane, who as always just loved to hear the sound of her own voice, it wasn't long before she had spewed out more crap and had the blond yet again roll her eyes at her foolishness. Even so when Minerva let out those words about how Cecilia wasn't special, the blond would shrug her shoulders a bit. " Then that means you can just fuck off and become the same forgotten mess you became before. OR you can speed that process up by stepping into the ring with me again and ending up injured." The blond let out, clearly she wasn't gonna joke around anymore, or pull any punches. She had grown sick and tired of Minerva's presence here.

After those words of hers though, the blond saw that smirk of Minerva's as she let out those words. Soon a mighty blow collided with Cecilia's chin and snapped the blond beauty's face backwards, sending her stumbling back two steps. The Entire restaurant turned silent as gazed all shifted to the scene of Cecilia getting that fierce uppercut towards her chin. The Queen attempted to catch herself with the help of the barcounter and with a furious look upon her face she'd attempt to push forward towards Minerva, attempting to swing her other hand towards Minerva's face and smack the whiskey glass right up against the side of Minerva's head.

Minerva had insulted Cecilia’s intelligence more than once, but for the most part it had just been out of an attempt to annoy the blonde rather than out of a belief that she was genuinely a simpleton. But with the Swede still struggling so mightily to grasp the very simple point of Minerva’s words after all this time, she was actually starting to wonder. Or maybe it was just the alcohol that prohibited her from putting two and two together. Just because dealing with Cecilia was at the top of Minerva’s to do list certainly didn’t mean it was the only thing on it. Nothing the Dane said had suggested differently, but it was cute to see her struggle with grasping the concept.

Ironically, though she had spent virtually the entirety of her time and effort into getting under Cecilia’s skin and pestering her from the moment she entered this restaurant, from the beginning there was a growing frustration in the back of Minerva’s mind just from talking to her. Every word just reminded her of that last match between the two. How one accidental, bad landing had resulted in Minerva being carted out of the arena, not to return again for months, only to come back and find the person who had done this to her had run off before anything could be settled. And the icing on that revolting cake: she was proud of it, and even threatening to make it happen again.

The time for talking was now over. The hatred between these two had been brought to its boiling point, and the raven haired beauty made the first move, bringing her fist crashing into Cecilia’s chin! And so the first shot of a renewed war had been fired. And damn that felt good. She’d been waiting to slug the blonde right in that face of hers for quite some time now, but she was well aware someone as tough as the mighty Cecilia Northman wasn’t just going to go down with a single punch. And right after the woman caught her balance, she then broke her whiskey glass right on the side of Minerva’s skull. “Agh!” she shouted out, stumbling back as a hand moved over her head.

Thin lines of blood trickled the side of Minerva’s face, but a couple of small cuts weren’t about to stop her. Taking her empty wine glass, she tossed it right at Cecilia’s face. If it hit, great. But she didn’t expect it to. Knowing the hardcore queen would likely avoid the glass, immediately after throwing it Minerva would charge at Cecilia and spear her, aiming to to tackle the blonde and bring her crashing through a table sitting right behind her!

The mood between the two was undoubtedly turning sour by each passing second, what Cecilia found said though was the fact that Minerva was so hung up on her pathetic sense of revenge when she herself should realize that her presence here in AFW was nothing but that of a fly compared to the great Cecilia. One who had rose through the ranks from the bottom and had stood as a constant main stay, the well loved Swede who had one of the more extensive records in AFW and here Minerva was and she thought she could just come back and start something which the blond had already ended before and buried behind her when she left.

Not that it truly mattered though, whether if Minerva could still hold her own against the Queen was all that the blond cared about. Her pride and haughty nature was not enough to say that the prospect of fighting Minerva like back in the day wouldn't bring her joy...though she wondered if the raven haired beauty could even put up enough of a challenge now. Regardless if the Dane who to the blond simply felt pathetic to have actively sought out and put the blond on the top of her priority list instead of going anywhere else in the world and just enjoying herself.

As the fight broke out and the blond took that uppercut, she was quick to retaliate against the dark haired girl. Her mind settled into the sense of battle as she looked on at Minerva before she smacked that glass right up against her skull. The shout of the Dane caused a slight smirk to appear on Cecilia's lips as she watched her stumble backwards and shield her head. Cecilia eyed her old enemy with those fierce red eyes of hers as she looked on at the thin lines of blood upon Minerva's face, the glass that Minerva picked up again and then tossed towards the blond which Cecilia would quickly attempt to duck under...which proved not to have been the brightest idea.

As she ducked down she felt her rivals shoulder dig into her gut and then lift her off of the floor, charging the pair towards the table closest to them, crashing the blond's back right up against the incredibly sturdy structure. " Ugh!" she yelped out in pain as she was driven down back first against the table, who buckled a bit but remained standing...it was probably made of oak as strong as it was. The blond would grit her teeth and attempt reach back with one arm, trying to take a hold of one of the porcelain plates and with it try and smack it against the other side of Minerva's head as hard as she could, all before she'd try and push the raven haired beauty back with a foot against her midsection in her attempt to kick Minerva back and away from her.

Minerva was certainly arrogant, but she was no fool. Even someone with an ego as big as her knew she couldn’t just walk into the AFW and expect everyone to see her the same way they saw Cecilia. But just because the blonde had left things between them in the past, that obviously didn’t mean Minerva had done so too. In fact, the notion that Cecilia had been so quick to count the raven haired Dane out for good when she did felt like a slap to the face. After having fought with and against each other for as long as the two had, she would’ve thought Cecilia of all people would give her a bit more credit in that regard.

But whether Minerva could still keep up with Cecilia, that was indeed the million dollar question. There was no doubt that the blonde’s battles against the best this business had seen had done wonders to bring her fame across the world, while also improving her already impressive skill set. And though Minerva’s injury at Cecilia’s hands had set her back, she hadn’t slouched around during their time apart. Still, she couldn’t deny she hadn’t had the chance to build herself by competing against the people Cecilia did. But she was willing to bet she knew Cecilia better than the Swede knew Minerva. After all, in her bitterness, Minerva had paid attention to the blonde’s AFW ascension while waiting for her opportunity for vengeance, while the hardcore queen had seemingly made quite an effort to put any knowledge or memory of Minerva completely out of mind.

All thoughts of such a battle in the ring would have to be reserved for the future, though, as the two were now engaged in a heated brawl in the restaurant. Everyone around the two women had quickly backed away to avoid getting caught in the fray, and several were already on their phones calling the police. But Minerva paid them no attention, focusing only on Cecilia as she tackled the blonde and brought her crashing right into a table, which barely managed to hold their weight and remain standing. The raven haired Dane cocked a fist back, ready to fire it down on Cecilia’s pretty face, only to have a plate shatter over her head. “Uggh!” Minerva shouted out, once again bringing an arm over her head. And the boot of Cecilia then pushed against Minerva’s stomach, shoving her right back into the counter of the bar. “You little BITCH!” she shouted out, quickly stepping toward the blonde, who she expected had likely pulled herself off the table by now, and thrust a knee forward as hard as she could while aiming it at Cecilia’s stomach.

One couldn't exactly say that it was just by personal choice that Cecilia had left the memory of Minerva behind her, she simply had way to much to deal with in AFW, here there were tens of girl's who posed as much threat to Cecilia when she joined as Minerva did back in the day...hell some even more so. It was either get with the game or be left behind in the dust, Cecilia had opted for neither and chosen to instead try and get a head of the game. Which had worked quite well for her, if she trained to be better than the best, then by proxy she should at least be able to compete with most of them.

Cecilia wasn't expecting Minerva not to put up a fight, she knew more than to think so little of her former partner, but she also knew that even if Minerva could put up a challenge, in a place like this there was no question about it. Where the blond could take advantage of her surrounding and her skills as a pure, dirty, bloody and brutal hardcore wrestler like she was...things just wouldn't bode well for her former enemy.

As Minerva reared back that fist of her looking to crash it down against Cecilia's face, the blond reached back and grabbed onto that porclain plate against. It worked well enough to cause some much needed pain against the Dane's skull and for the blond to push her away with her legs, sending Minerva stumbling backwards by that kick. Although she caught herself on the barcounter Cecilia quickly pushed up to a stand and glared at Minerva. " Oh stop whining!" Cecilia let out as she'd bring her hands up, a slight grin forming on her lips. When she watched the raven haired girl move up towards her and saw her movements, the blond would quickly try and side step the knee of Minerva and get to the side of the girl. Once there Cecilia would quickly try and wrap her arms around Minerva's body so that her side pressed against Cecilia's belly. From there the blond beauty would attempt and lift Minerva up and then try to throw her back over the blond, attempting to throw Minerva down against the same table she had just occupied with a belly to side suplex!

Minerva saw that smug little grin forming on Cecilia’s lips, and answered it with a threatening glare and growl as she charged forward. The raven haired sadist had grown more than sick of seeing the blonde Swede getting enjoyment at her expense, and wanted nothing more than to make Cecilia hurt as much as she possibly could, just so she could be the one to laugh and show her former partner what it was. She’d make it happen. Someway, somehow, no matter how long it took or what she had to do. And if she had anything to say about it, that would all start right here in this restaurant.

Unfortunately, Cecilia was ready as Minerva rushed forward again. And as the tall beauty threw her knee toward the woman’s stomach, the attempted strike hit nothing but air, and her target managed to evade the hit by moving out of its way. And suddenly, a pair of powerful arms wrapped themselves around Minerva’s body. Given no time to react, the Dane was then hoisted up before being slammed right back down on the same table she’d tackled Cecilia onto a moment ago. It had barely held their weight last time, but a second collision was to much for it, and one of its legs broke, causing that portion of the table to collapse right toward the ground.

“Ugh!” Minerva grunted out upon impact, before gravity rolled her and everything else on that part of the table down and onto the floor of the restaurant. But as she grit her teeth and grunted against the pain, she found an empty beer bottle resting close by. Minerva may not be the “hardcore queen” Cecilia was, but she was a damn sure vengeful queen who was willing to do anything it took to inflict pain to her former ally. And so her fingers would subtly coil around it, keeping it out of view. And as she started to raise up, she’d then suddenly turn right back to Cecilia and swing the bottle right for her head, aiming to smash it right over her skull!

The evil look on  Minerva's face was just so precious, it seemed as if the raven haired girl still couldn't just enjoy a fight. Of course the blond had been much the same many years ago, though not as sadistic as the Dane, she had been quite the same. Though over the years in AFW the blond had just grown more and more into the habit of simply living for the thrill of the fight. She wasn't exactly finding enjoyment at Minerva's expense....though it wasn't like she was going to stop if that was the case. The blond beauty simply couldn't be bothered with the Dane's delusions and instead would just find her entertainment wherever she pleased, even it if it meant dealing with some bitch.

With the table collapsing under the weight and impact from Minerva as the blond beauty drove the woman's upperback, shoulder and neck down against the hard wooden furniture, and the residents who had once sat by that table shuffled back even further than they had the first time, one their phone calling for the cops, a few people were actually filming this fight, without a doubt it would be up on the internet as soon as it was over and then start trending. It wasn't always that someone got the see the world renowned Queen brawl against someone in a restaurant like this. In fact Cecilia had probably only been in two or three previous brawls outside of the AFW complex, and those had been way late or in bars. Mostly those places had cleared out pretty quick, but this was lunch dinner in a fancy place which cost a lot of money, there was no way people would just run away, not when they got more of a show than what the chefs in this place could offer.

After she had driven Minerva down the Swede would move up to her feet, rolling her shoulders a bit. Neither she or Minerva had exactly warmed up for this little fight, so there was no doubt that stiffness was bound to happen when it came to ones muscles. Even so, as the blond beauty turned to look on at the raven haired woman who started to slowly rise up, she'd cock her head to the side, still with that grin and a viscous practically predetorial look in her eyes. " What's wrong, don't tell me you slacked off on your training ?" Cecilia's let out in a smug tone as she'd move forward to attempt and grab a handful of Minerva's hair, as she did though the blond would have a glass to head meeting with that empty bottle Minerva's was brandishing.

" Gagh!" The blond yelped out as it was driven right up against her skull, shattering into a million pieces at the impact. Cecilia was sent stumbling backwards as the roots of her hair by her right side would start to redden a bit from the small droplets of blood. It was quite easy to see it as it came out as such a stark contrast to the golden locks of the Swede. " Son of a bitch!" Cecilia's shout out in anger as she held her now aching head, creating a little bit of distance between herself and Minerva as she backpedaled a bit.

The thrill of a good fight wasn’t something that completely alluded Minerva, but it was something she was only able to really appreciate when her opponent was suffering. And that especially applied when that opponent was Cecilia Northman. The blonde had what it took to give virtually any other competitor the fight of their life, but all Minerva wanted from her was to hear the woman scream and writhe in pain. She could revel in the enjoyment of combat then, but getting suplexed onto a table didn’t quite hold the same appeal.

Those that were foolish enough to still be in the restaurant at this point at least had the wisdom to keep their distance, even more so now that people were getting thrown around and pieces of furniture were getting involved. Now this was the kind of fight you’d expect to see between a couple of skilled professional wrestlers. The police had been called, and several cars were on their way toward the restaurant, but it was far too late to stop any damage from being done. And it was going to get more brutal before all was said and done.

Minerva’s body was already starting to ache from the heavy shots that had been dished out, particularly the impact of being brought crashing down onto a table. And those cocky words from Cecilia certainly weren’t helping anything as the raven haired woman started pulling herself back up. But she was about to make her former partner eat those words, and quickly spun around before blasting Cecilia’s pretty head with a glass bottle, which shattered immediately upon impact. “Looks like you’re the one slacking, Northman!” Minerva retorted, grinning as se saw the blood starting to show in the woman’s blonde locks. She may not be quite the “hardcore queen” Cecilia was, but she had no problem bashing a weapon over a bitch’s face if she had the chance.

Now she was starting to enjoy this fight. This was just what she wanted to be seeing and hearing from Cecilia. Tossing what little remained of the bottle aside, she then aimed to take advantage of the bad state the blonde was in at the moment. Charging forward, she’d attempt to hook her arms around the back of Cecilia’s legs, before hoisting her up and attempting to drive her back down on the floor with a spinebuster! And from there, she’d start sending a relentless barrage of punches raining down at Cecilia’s bloody skull.