Tiffany Laurence vs Cecilia Northman: Redux!

Tiffany's new theme, "I Burn" began to play as the cowgirl emerged from backstage to the cheering crowd. It was the Texan's first appearance of 2015, and she was hoping to get the year started off right. 2014 had ended on a sour note of sorts for her, thanks to River Styx, and Migiri Oozora. However, Tiffany was still optimistic about the upcoming year. She had used the time off during the winter months to train with her stepbrother, adding more refined punches and strikes in an effort to make herself a better competitor. To test herself, Tiffany decided to put in a match against a woman who had defeated her quite some time ago, Cecilia Northman, the Northern Queen.

Striding down the ramp, Tiffany waved to the fans as she make her way to the ring, clad in her usual ring attire of blue jean shorts, and matching denim vest over a white top.  Climbing between the second and third ropes, the Texan held her hand out for a microphone as her music faded.

"Evening, all!" she called. "So yeah, I kinda got my ass handed to me by that big, smelly chick who looks like she stole her clothes from the bargain bin at Hot Topic. It only took everyone in the damn tag match jumping on me to soften me up. And the bitch stole my hat, so you know there is going to be hell to pay for that. But you know, I've decided to start my year by revisiting another woman who got the better of me. Although I ain't got no malice for her, I've been really wantin' another go at her."

She paused a moment, a grin crossing her lips.

"Cecilia Northman, you once said you didn't want our match to be a one time thing. Well, darlin' it's a bit late in comin', but I'm ready if you are!" she called loudly, the fans cheering the challenge!

After the Texan had called out the blond powerhouse like that there was no way that Cecilia couldn't respond, it reminded her a lot of their previous encounter in the way that the Swede had called out Tiffany and their whole little ordeal over the old rankings of Friction had been in dispute between them. Of course it was never a cruel, violent or vicious dispute between them. It was a fun and somewhat friendly little match which spawned what seemed a fairly good natured rivalry between the two of them. Now that she was called out by Tiffany, the blond would of course answer her fellow blonds call.

Music started to blast out of the speakers, as soon enough the Swedish powerhouse appeared. The music started to lower in tone once she appeared on the ramp holding the microphone and while she stood there it played at a lower tone. Though it didn't help that the crowd was also trying to drown her out as well, with their thunderous roars for the Queen.

Cecilia stepped out onto the ramp dressed in full wrestling gear, her red and black boots, clasped tightly around her feet and shins, her long black pants with their decorative design of red and white. Her tight fitting top which hugged her large breasts firmly as she carried a jacket over which opened to show off the tight fitting top of course. Her long blond hair following down her shoulders as her red eyes stared off down the ramp and into the ring at her attractive cowgirl opponent. Her gloved hand tightened around a microphone as she stood at the top of the ramp.

" Oh you wanna go Tif ?!" Cecilia'd let out with a wide smirk on her face, her free arm stretched out as she looked on at her rival. " Cause if you want a piece of me, than you know I'll give you one...One hell of a beating that is!" Cecilia let out as she'd proceed to walk down the ramp. Heading up towards the ring which she'd slip in under the bottom ropes before getting up to her feet, she continued onwards right up towards Tiffany's face, so that there was barley a foot between them. " Let's rock!" Cecilia'd let out as she press her forehead against Tiffany's, moving her chest up to push it against the powerful cowgirl and giving her a challenge with both words, eyes and bodies.

Tiffany had to smile. Cecilia didn't lack for intensity, and she surely didn't back down from a challenge. When the Swedish came down to the ring, and made a beeline right for her, Tiffany strode forward to meet her after removing her vest, leaving her in the white bikini style halter top, placing her forehead against her opponent's, meeting her face to face, chest to chest as the cheering crowd looked on as the two met with fervor in the middle of the ring. The cowgirl enjoyed a slight height advantage over the Berserker, which allowed her to look down a bit as she met Cecilia's gaze.

"Oh darlin', I wanna go alright.....all night long!" she responded, adrenaline starting to flow in response to Cecilia's challenge. "Now let's rock and roll! Someone ring the bell!"

When the bell did ring, Tiffany wouldn't waste any time. Taking a step back to gain a bit of separation, she'd fire a right hand across the gap between them to try and strike the Northern Queen across the side of her face!

Tiffany meeting her in the middle of the ring, the two blond beauties pressing against each other, challenging one another with both body and will, their eyes piercing into one another, sapphire against ruby gem stones which adorned this tall powerful women's faces. Neither backing down and soon with Tiffany's loud yell the bell was rung.

" Last time you didn't last all night Tif!" Cecilia let out as a wide smirk appeared on her face, taking a step back of her own and raising her arms. She was slightly slower than Tiffany though as she didn't get the chance to raise her arms up in time to block the incoming fist that smacked into her cheek. Cecilia's head was snapped to the side a few droplets of spittle escaping out from her lips...she stumbled back a step befor she'd attempt to right herself.

"Kh..." the blond let out an annoyed little grunt from between her teeth, as she'd attempt to pushforward towards Tiffany, attempting to close the distance to the cowgirl and then try to shoot her left arm up into Tiffany's chin for an uppertcut to work as retaliation.

The Texan came to fight, and the Berserker did not disappoint! Tiffany reeled from the heavy uppercut, falling back a step.

"Tch...still packin' the heat, eh?" she said with a grin. "Alright then..."

Rushing forward, the blond's next punch swung lower, going for a hooking blow into Cecilia's midsection.
"Last time was last time! This is today, darlin'!"

Cecilia strong uppercut managed to get Tiffany reeling for a second it seemed, a wide grin appearing on the blonds face as she listened to Tiffany's words. Of course she was still packing the heat, if Tiffany had any thoughts that Cecilia's absence had slowed her down enough to catch an easy win then she'd be sorely mistaken.

" Guahg!" Cecilia was however forced the endure a powerful blow to her well trained abs. Those formed abdominal muscles of hers absorbing a good deal of the mighty blow, yet still a bit of spittle escaped from the blond's lips as she staggered back a step or two, clutching her stomach with one arm.

" S-second verse the same as the first.." Cecilia let out as she'd attempt to push forward yet again, if Tiffany wanted a slug fest then the hardcore icon would give her one. The Swede would step up and attempt and send a strong right hook right up against Tiffany's large left orb, attempting to flatten it, before she'd quickly try and follow it up by trying to grab a hold of Tiffany's head by the roots of her hair and pull her in close. As she did so the blond would try and rear her head back to throw it forward to smack her head against Tiffany's with as much force as she could in an attempt to hit her Texan rival with a impactful headbutt.

Tiffany let out a shout of pain as Cecilia's fist plowed into her left breast, stopping her cold. For the Texan and her sensitive breasts, those sort of punches were almost as bad as low blows!

The attack left her frozen in pain as Cecilia seized a hold of her hair. Before she could recover, the Berserker drove her head against Tiffany's the two skulls colliding with a dull thud! The cowgirl had a hard head, but even then, she reeled from the powerful headbutt, staggering back away from her opponent towards the nearest corner. If she got there, Tiffany would cradle her breast as she shook her head to try and clear it....

"Oh...I see how you want to do this..." she muttered darkly.

Barley hearing the muttering of the cowgirl, Cecilia would mockingly place her hand against her left ear and have it face towards Tiffany. " What was that Cowgirl ? It helps if you speak up when you're gonna try and sound tough." Cecilia teased as she'd pull herself back up into her stance and look on at her blue eyed opponent.

After which she'd start to try and move towards the corner, attempting to make sure that Tiffany was trapped there and couldn't get out past her. If she could then the blond would try and move forward and shoot out a right fist attempting to have it crash in against Tiffany's cheek and try and follow that up by a quick uppercut with her left fist, trying to drive it right up into Tiffany's solar plexus.

Tiffany was pushed and penned into the corner as Cecilia came forward. The Berserker was a tank, and she knew from past experience that in a head up fistfight between the two of them the cowgirl had a fifty-fifty shot, at best, at getting the better of that exchange. While Tiffany was willing to let it ride in a match sometimes, against someone like Cecilia, it could spell a painful doom pretty quickly.

When the Swede came in with her shot at Tiffany's face, the Texan went low to avoid it, while getting her arms around Cecilia's waist. From there, she would try to lift the Northern Queen up off her feet before pulling her forward, while dropping to a seated position. The result would be a hopefully off balance Cecilia being pulled past Tiffany, her face impacting with the top turnbuckle!

It didn't seem all to much as if Tiffany was up to the slug fest, judging from their last match they had been almost equal in strength yet the Swede was probably the one more able at throwing punches, and she had seemingly the advantage of being able to take a bit more punishment than the cowgirl. Even if Tiffany wasn't game for it anymore, Cecilia wasn't going to just let the girl back down and for that reason she went forward and aimed those strikes at the beautiful Texan.

What she was met with though was nothing but air, as Tiffany instead ducked down and wrapped her arms around Cecilia's abs, the fellow blonds head pressing against the rock hard abs of the Swedish beauty. Cecilia's eyes widened in surprise at Tiffany's actions as she was then pulled forward and her face implanted right against the top turnbuckle." Nngh!" the blond groaned out through gritted teeth, quite loudly. If Tiffany wasn't holding onto her anymore, the blond would stumble backwards with her arms moving up to hold her chin and nose, the turnbuckle was padded so it wasn't the worst blow, but getting your face smashed into a iron pole covered by a pillow still hurt.