Victoria Archer Vs. Cecilia Northman: Smother Match

Cecilia settled in on top of the fellow blonds face, pressing her rump down and rubbing it slightly against Victoria's pretty face in order to get into a more comfortable position on top of what would be her new throne for a short while. Her knees pressed down against the American's shoulders and her legs had trapped Victoria's long arms, keeping the beautiful girl pinned firmly underneath her. Those legs of Victoria was kicking weakly, the crowd was letting out roars and cheers for the Hardcore Queen as she settled into her dominant face sit position.

The Swede would raise her right fist into the air in a triumphant manner as she sat upon Victoria, her other hand reached forward to place it upon Victoria's chest, ceasing one of the girl's breast and giving it a dominant grope. " You put up an okay fight, but the only one who can beat me...is me." Cecilia let out as light cocky grin was plastered upon her face. The ref-girl soon started to slip in besides the two, seeing as Victoria's legs were slowly starting to lose the fight in them, slowing down more and more with each passing second...until finally there was no movement at all. There was a short wait to see if Victoria would get a second wind or anything. " Ah...Ref, she's out. Just ring the bell so I can let her breath." Cecilia let out as she'd tilt her head to look on at the ref. who quickly signaled for the bell to ring.

When the bell rang, Cecilia would push herself up towards her feet and step to the side of the downed Victoria, looking down upon the fallen taller blond. " Hmmm, well at least I got a bit of fun out of you." Cecilia let out as she'd wait for the ref to move in an raise her hand, when she did so, Cecilia would try and place her right foot down upon Victoria's chest once again to strike that triumphant pose once more.

Soft whimpers escaped Victoria’s lips as Cecilia pressed and rubbed her rear down on her face and grabbing her breast, only to be muffled beneath the girl. But, tired and beaten, that was just about all the protest she could muster at this point in the match. She’d held on as long as she could. But, even as embarrassing as it was to have her face sat on like this by another woman, a small sense of relief went through Victoria at the realization that this would end soon. And finally, it did, as the last signs of consciousness faded from Victoria and the bell rang, making Cecilia’s victory official. Out like a light, she neither felt the veteran dismounting her face, nor the foot placed on Victoria’s chest in the dominant pose.

However, while Cecilia posed over her conquered foe, none other than Minerva Larsen was climbing over the barricade behind the Swede, clad in her ring gear and steel chair in hand. Some time now had passed since their less-than-friendly encounter in a restaurant, which had landed both of them in prison for the night. The sadistic Dane hadn’t been able to get her message to her longtime enemy quite as emphatically as she’d hoped. But now was the time to amend that.

Word of Cecilia’s violent clash with the AFW newcomer had made the rounds with the fans by this point, and those who remembered Minerva from the reports all began to gasp or shout in surprise when they saw her sliding into the ring with the chair. And once she stood up behind Cecilia, she wasted no time in hoisting the chair up and swinging it forward, aiming to blast in the back with the weapon with as much strength as she could muster!

Cecilia stood victorious over her fellow blond as she had her hand raised by the ref-girl standing in full glory in her dominant pose over Victoria, pressing down the girl's chest with the heel of her foot  which would grind gently into Victoria's fleshy tit. The crowd was roaring out in cheers and shouts for the Hardcore Queen as she stood triumphant. It had certaintly been quite the display of Cecilia's prowess in how she had defeated Victoria...however, it seemed as if fate would not be similing kindly upon the blond beauty tonight.

Unknown to Cecilia there was a stirr in the crowd as her former ally, partner, friend turned bitter rival and enemy had raced her way through the crowd and into the ring. Just when Cecilia was hearing the stirr of the crowd and was just about to turn to face behind her. Cecilia was instead met with a hard smack against her upper back and the back of her head, causing the blond to yelp out in pain as she'd crash down onto her front against the mat. " Aakgh!" She cried out from the impact of the steel chair, her hands quickly reached up behind her head and started to hug her aching skull, rolling slightly from left to right as her feet kick against the mat.

*BANG!* The loud smack of the steel chair against Cecilia’s body echoed throughout the arena, causing everyone in the stands to cringe as the hardcore queen toppled down onto the mat. And a wide, sadistic grin spread over Minerva’s face at the sight of the blonde writhing on the ground in agony. But the pain wouldn’t end there. Oh no. She’d waited far too long for this moment, and Cecilia wasn’t going to be so lucky as to get off with just a chair shot.

But before she continued her assault on Cecilia, the raven haired amazon knelt down and grabbed the still unconscious, then pulled her up only to dump her through the ropes and drop her onto the floor outside. While the ref went to check on her, opting to stay as far away from Minerva and Cecilia as possible for now, the Dane turned her gaze back to the wounded blonde in the ring.

"Nowhere to run now, Northman." she said. Stepping over to her, she grabbed a fistful of Cecilia’s hair and not so gently pulled, starting to guide her back up. Once the girl was high enough, Minerva released her hair and reached around to grab and cross Cecilia’s arms over each other. And while holding them in place, she crouched down and moved her head between the legs of the mighty veteran, before standing up to lift her up on her shoulders. No more than a second or two after she’d hoisted Cecilia up, Minerva then pulled on the blonde’s crossed arms to flip her forward, while simultaneously dropping down onto her own rear to drive her former ally down onto the back of her head and neck to complete her deadly finisher, the Queen’s Landing.

The blond's head echoed in pain from chair shot she had definatly not seen coming, unprepared, un-braced and unguarded the mighty hit had caused her skull to pulse with pain. While Minerva herself moved off to throw the unconcious Victoria out of the ring, Cecilia was still rolling back and forth from left to right, far from knocked out with the amount of pain that she was in, she gasped a bit, gritting her teeth and winced...

Only to then feel a painful yank upon her hair as she was pulled up by her long locks. Minerva's words being muffled by the banging in her head. Cecilia crused under her breath as she felt Minerva cross her arm and duck down, sliding her head in between her legs and hoisting the blond up onto her shoulders. Pushing up to a full stand and with it raising Cecilia up high with her hands crossed and trapped in front of her own frame. The crowd started to boo and shout at the actions of the Dane, but there was no stopping her, as she throw Cecilia down and forward, the back of Cecilia's head being driven right into the ring for a sickening impact and a loud thud that echoed over the screams of the angry crowd.

" Aaaakkgh!" Cecilia cried out loudly, her mouth was left gasping for a second or two, before her mind drifted away into darkness, Cecilia's legs would remain folded up against her body regardless of what Minerva did, there was not enough movement in her after those two powerful shots for her to straighten her own body out.

Minerva couldn’t remember a time when using this move had brought her more satisfaction. Perhaps it was the the brutal impact of Cecilia’s head on the mat and the delightful scream that immediately followed, or maybe it was just the fact that it was Cecilia she was using the move on. Though really, it was probably a mix of both.

Moving her arms off from over Cecilia’s trapped legs and pushing them forward, Minerva then stood and brushed some hair away from her face before walking over to the edge of the ring and extending an arm toward the announce table. “Give me a mic.” she demanded, and quickly one was handed to her. Making her way back over to Cecilia’s battered form, Minerva raised a boot and placed it over the throat of the hardcore queen while wickedly grinning down at the blonde.

“I warned you, Northman~” she said into the microphone before giggling, seemingly oblivious to the booing that rained down on her from the crowd. “You’ve had this coming for a long time now. And tonight was only the beginning.” Again a giggle escaped Minerva’s lips, quickly growing into cackling laughter that filled the arena while the Dane held her arms out, taking in all the glory of the moment. Bit was just that, a moment. As she said, this was only the first shot in the reignited war between the two queens. Satisfied with her work for now, Minerva removed her foot from Cecilia’s throat and dropped the mic before exiting the ring, then took her leave from the arena with that sadistic grin of her plastered on her features all the way as she went.

Cecilia was down and pretty much out...the world was dark for her but in the back of her mind, call it subconcious or whatever you will...Cecilia knew that Minerva was messing with her in some way. The Blond didn't really move much or react as Minerva's boot came down upon her throat, showed next to no signs of life as Minerva declared that their war had truly started now, and it started off like a blitzkrieg.

The Swede remained motion-less except for a light twitch here and there, along with her large breasts heaving form her heavy breath. After Minerva left and moved out of the arena. The ring workers started to move in to tend to Victoria and Cecilia.

There was at least one thing that was true in what Minerva had said, it was truly just the beginning.

Winner: Cecilia Northman