Cecilia Northman Vs. Diane Cavendish: Handcuff match

Handcuff match
Rules: There is a pair of handcuffs in each corner, contestants have to wear bikinis or swimsuits of some sort
Victory conditions: Locking up your opponents limb to limb or limb to rope/corner with a set of handcuffs




A while ago Cecilia had met a lovely young woman by the name of Diane Cavendish, apparently a new asset for AFW. At least from what she herself had introduced herself as that was what the blond had deduced. She had spoken to her for a little while and with two strong boodied beauties find at least a few common grounds to each other, while having a lot of things that clashed with each other, they figured that having a match would be a fun thing and it would be quite good for this beautiful newbie's career. They decided upon a handcuff match with a bit of a special attire to it. Something to spice the match up with and perhaps increase the ratings and liking towards this Diane Cavendish.

While some time a passed the two of them soon enough had their match set and that was tonight. The blond beauty stood before the ramp, curtains closing of the path down towards the ring, her red bikini covering not much but at least the essential parts as they hugged her beautiful and strong frame perfectly, shoving off all of her curves and her well toned abs, as well as her other muscles. A black silk robe hung over Cecilia's shoulders, loosely draped over her as she waited for her music to begin.

Cecilia's music soon started to blast out of the speakers as the blond beauty soon stepped out onto the ramp. Cheers started to drown out the arena and the music as the crowd loudly made their love for the Swedish beauty known. Cecilia started to walk down the ramp and make her way towards the ring, soon enough climbing into the squared circle and moving up towards the center, she began to pull the black silk robe off and soon twirrled it around a bit...all before she threw it out towards the crowd, who quickly scrambled after it, a small fight breaking out over the robe.

The blond soon started to walk off towards her corner, settling in against it as she draped her arms over the top rope and leaned back, she looked around at the crowd with a smirk on her face...just awaiting Diane's arrival. Looking forward to seeing the beautiful white haired woman in a nice little bikini.

Diane's eyes watched the monitor keenly as Cecilia made her entrance, a half smile on her lips as the Swede played to the crowd, tossing them her robe as she revealed her skimpy red bikini.

Brazen. At least, compared to the *slightly* more demure Diane. As New Order played over the speakers, the white haired woman began to walk calmly down the entrance ramp, clad in a long white  robe. She almost looked passive, subdued by the occasion of her AFW debut... until, without any discernible change in expression, she slowly let the robe slide back off her shoulders, not breaking stride as it dropped on the floor behind her.



Not a care as she went down to her two-piece, Diane kept walking, a pleasant smile on her face, eyes locked to the ring, as her body was revealed in her decorative dark mauve bikini. She might not have been reacting, but the crowd certainly were. Diane clambered up into her corner and gave the fans a friendly wave, before turning to eye up her opponent.

The big buxom beauties were so similar in a lot of ways... but there were differences, and they were going to be key. Where Cecilia had been playing up to the crowd, Diane was content to stay calm and play things down.

After all, the pressure was on Cecilia here, really. Diane was the rookie. She'd take the win any way she could, and it would be a huge boost for her. Even better, of course, was that she'd faced off in the ring as her alter ego, and no one was any the wiser. She was quietly confident that this secret might just tip things in her favour. On the other hand, Cecilia was more than capable of giving her a thorough thrashing that her budding career would not recover from. Diane couldn't pretend that her confidence wasn't tempered just a little with some nerves.

She brushed her long white hair back and sauntered across to the centre of the ring, looking to shake hands before the match.

The looked up at the ramp as she watched her opponent for the night step out with that robe covering her, it wasn't long before the snow-white haired beauty soon cast off her robe...or more or less just let it slip down from her shoulders as it fell down onto the floor, she soon started to head up towards the ring and it wasn't long before there were two amazons who inhabited the squared circle. The crowd was of course in a bit of a stirr at this match, a new beautiful powerhouse wrestler for the blond beauty to go up against. With what seemed to have ended the last grand rivalry that the blond had when she had managed to crush Sabre in a way that had made it so the two beautiful women hadn't crossed paths since then...there was a bit of a desire for someone to take that powerful cave-girl's place.

Now that a potential girl had arrived it was up for this match to prove if she could stand up to the Northern Queen or if she would be smacked down like so many others before her. Cecilia kept her eyes on Diane at the moment, checking out the bountiful frame of the beautiful British woman. It was certainly be a thrill to beat Diane down and lock the woman up....seeing that frame locked up was quite the enticing carrot on a stick.

Following Diane's movement up towards the center of the ring, the blond beauty started to walk up as well. Her powerful arms crossed underneath her huge breasts which bounced with each step she took. Once they reached the center and Diane offered that handshake, Cecilia would look on at it for a second and then back up to Diane's face. She'd reach out her right hand and take a firm hold of the hand, giving it a hard squeeze for as firm of a handshake as one could give...practically as if she was trying to crush Diane's hand...or perhaps she was testing the girl ?

" Good luck to you, Diane. Hope you can give me a fun little bout."

Standing toe to toe with Cecilia, heart fluttering a little at the pre-match pleasantries, Diane couldn't help but notice how closely matched she was with the lovely Swede. Thanks to their slender outfits, the generous curves of these amazons were on full display.

Cecilia herself, though, was a little more opaque to Diane... she knew the boisterous blonde could veer between feisty and ferocious at a moment's notice, and it was difficult to tell what exactly you were going to get... At least she shook Diane's hand in sporting fashion, though true to form, Cecilia began to grip her extra hard.

Diane's affable smile hardened a little as she felt the strength, and pain in her hand. She didn't flinch, though; standing there, pointedly ignoring the blonde's power play, and gripping Cecilia right back in the handshake.

You'd barely know how badly the beauties were trying to hurt each other in the otherwise pleasant-seeming handshake, though their right arms were tense with effort.

"Should be good sport, yes," Diane replied. "You might not find it fun, exactly, when you're wriggling to get out of the handcuffs..." - Diane held onto Cecilia's wrist extra hard to emphasise that point -  "...though maybe you will, I don't know?"  the Brit added with a playful smirk.

As the evenly matched babes stood face to face with iron like grips on each other's hands it was clear to both of them that they were both strong, their arms tensed as they brought down a great deal of pain upon each other's hands, squeezing them tightly. Their strong muscular arms clearly showed a fair bit of flexing as the both of them ramped up more and more power to match each other in the intense handshake.

Cecilia's eyes narrowed a bit as she looked on at Diane's smiling face, a grin started to spread across Cecilia's face. She was loving this little tension between them...a feeling that was so familiar to her but she couldn't quite place it.

" I'll hold you to those words.." Cecilia let out, but as she were about to continue she was interrupted by what could be considered a cocky taunt from the white haired newbie's mouth. Cecilia would keep her eyes fixed right upon Diane's eyes, she'd take a step closer so their frames were pressing against one another, arms sandwhiched between their frames as she kept up the squeezing iron grip handshake. " Now you've done it haven't you ?...can't go easy on you now, I'll have to crush you after those words." Cecilia let out, her tongue slightly licking her upper lip. " Be ready for a beating. Whitey." Cecilia teased as she'd keep her large breasts pressed against Diane's, just waiting for the bell to ring.

Diane's smile stayed in place, though it was edging towards a wince as they "shook hands" while piling the pressure on each other.

Ow this hurts... thought Diane, wondering if bruising her knuckles before the match had even started was such a good idea after all. She let her boobs brush freely against Cecilia's, a welcome distraction from the hand-crushing greeting.

"Oh, ready for anything, that's my motto," Diane retorted cheerfully, levelly meeting Cecilia's gaze. There was an edge to this encounter, that was for sure. Maybe the pain in her hand was affecting her judgement, but Diane couldn't resist testing the Swede yet further.

Diane leant in a little closer, allowing their bosoms to press together, and she used her left hand to pat Cecilia on the shoulder in an oestensibly friendly gesture. As her mouth was by Cecilia's ear she risked a brief, private taunt.

"Your beaten body will be a blessing for my career though!" she whispered impishly, chuckling and stepping back.

"Thanks hun looking forward to this!" she beamed.

The two beauties stood locked in this intense little struggle between them, looking as if the two were going to keep up their "handshake" for a bit longer. The ref started to step back a bit as the intensity of these two was even clear towards her, she began to move off and wanted to start calling for the bell.

All the while Cecilia and Diane stood breasts to breast, their large tits brushing against one another as the two of them exchanged a fair amount of banter between one another. When she heard those words of Diane's though as she gave her little private taunt before the white haired woman pulled back, the blond would grit her teeth and then remain standing as she looked on at Diane.

" Hope you enjoy those little words, cause in the end there will only be one thing that stands true. The only one who can beat me is me." Cecilia let out, she began to raise her hands as the ref rang the bell. The match was on the way now and Cecilia would start to move forward, offering a test of strength to Diane, clearly not satisfied with their little strength competition in their handshake.

Diane stepped back, heart already racing from the agressive handshake and her taunting of the vicious viking. She exhaled levelly, psyching herself up, senses sharpening as the bell rang.  She raised her hands in acknowledgement and stepped up to meet the test of strength head on. Diane was a straight arrow and couldn't resist a direct challenge.

The beauties locked hands and Diane grunted with effort, planting her feet firmly on the mat as she tried to give a good show against the swaggering Swede. Still, she knew she couldn't rely on strength alone, given how skilled her opponent was, so her red eyes glinted as she stared Cecilia down, and engaged in some psychological warfare too.

"As much as I would love to watch you beat yourself... we both know that's not true," Diane grunted between shoves. "Plenty have had you on your back... that crazy cavegirl lass, for one, eh?" Diane managed as much of a smirk as the rough test of strength would allow.

It seemed as if this fight was not going to be as simple as she had thought at first. Cecilia had pegged Diane to be a bit more....timid. Perhaps that was not a good word, but the way that Diane felt in the tea shop was quite different, she felt like a herbivore....but here in the ring there were clear signs that this girl was a bit of a carnivore...not as much as some other beasts that Cecilia had met in the ring of AFW, but there was certainly some fangs and claws upon this beautiful white haired woman....and a bit of familiar feeling to her as well...a scent which Cecilia couldn't right place.

When the two of them met for that test of strength, meeting with locked hands and feet planting firmly on the mat, bracing their stance and frames against the others might. A part of that handshake was just to gauge if Diane was going to be a fun prey to do something like this with...and of course the Brit did not disappoint.

Cecilia and Diane's eyes met as they pressed their lovely frames against one another, their large tits mashed and smashed into a wrestling bout of their own. Diane's and Cecilia's abs pressed against one another and ground up against one another as they tried to overpower the other woman.

Diane soon started to speak, letting out a few words between her grunts of struggle, Cecilia pressed her forehead against the Brits and kept her eyes locked, what the white haired girl said wasn't wrong...but Cecilia scoffed a bit, smirking as she heard her mention Sabre. " That was then and this is now...last I played with Sabre I had her screaming for mercy ~" Cecilia teasingly let out between groans of struggles, she tried to press forward, attempting to put more and more power into the test of strength to try and push Diane down onto her knees.

"Well I... must have missed that..." Diane muttered sheepishly as Cecilia pushed forwards confidently, quipping about how she crushed the cavegirl.

Diane grunted with more than a little alarm as she was pushed back a little, then a little more. Despite her best efforts, her position looked shaky and her arms were wobbling with the strain. It looked like she was about to drop, but she somehow held her own.

"I'd never scream..." Diane growled in reply. "NOT very ladylike!" Suddenly the white haired girl rallied and shoved back with the last of her strength reserves, trying to catch Cecilia unawares in a last ditch attempt at getting the upper hand.