Cecilia Northman Vs. Diane Cavendish: Handcuff match

Keeping her eyes fixed upon the white haired beauty as she circled around her, Cecilia'd throw on a half smirk as she heard Diane's little retort. She could honestly say that so far she was finding this beautiful and powerful Hong Kong Brit to be very much an entertaining opponent...perhaps a fun rival for the ages to come ? Only time would tell, so far though Diane was smoking hot, powerful and had a pretty cocky attitude to boot.

" We'll see about that...when I'm done with you that is." Cecilia retorted back to Diane.

When the white haired beauty came at her and they once again locked up in that firm grapple, the blond beauty's arms wrapping around Diane, as their large breasts clashed. Cecilia groaned as she tried to hold her ground against Daine, placing her feet firmly on the ground. Cecilia'd attempt to tighten her arms around Diane's frame, Cecilia'd attempt and pull Diane in a bit closer before trying to lift the white haired beauty off of her feet and spin around all before the Northern Queen would try and throw Diane down against the mat with a belly to belly suplex, though in the case of these two busty beauties it was more of a breast to breast suplex, with the blond beauty coming down on top of Diane.

Yet again the big brawlers went toe-to-toe in a test of strength, both beauties deciding they would prefer to win with power rather than precision. This decision didn't quite favour Diane, but she figured that nailing Cecilia with a couple of slams would have sufficiently softened her up.

Unfortunately, she figured wrong.

A few more moments of tense, sweaty grunting, arms straining and bodies together, and Diane eventually found Cecilia gaining the upper hand and pulling her into a tighter hold.

"Ungh! No!" Diane yelped in surprise as she was lifted off her feet. As she was hoisted up, the helpless victim had the brief, horrible realisiation that she had really underestimated Cecilia.

A second later and she had much more to worry about, being slammed bodily to the mat, her arms trapped, her spine taking the weighty fall, and Cecilia crashing down on top of her, squashing her against the canvas and really knocking the fight out of her!!

The two busty beauties clashed in a battle of strength yet again, with which the mighty powerhouses bodies pressed and mashed against one another, their large breasts battling just as much against one another as the women's two frames. Cecilia though seemed to get the upper hand over Diane as she managed to wrap her arms around her opponent and hoist the Hong Kong Brit up into the air. Hearing that cry from Diane as she yelped out in surprise all before the mighty blond brought her white-haired foe down hard against the mat for that powerful belly to belly suplex.

On top of Diane, Cecilia'd let out a deep huff of air against the fellow busty fighter's face as the Swede would try to move up to her knees beside Diane and try to then roll Diane over onto her front. Cecilia'd proceed by attempting to straddle Diane's back, trying to pull Diane's arms up over her knees and reaching in with her hands in to cup them against Diane's chin. " Try not to get too ahead of yourself dear. You're a few matches too green to think you're a challenge to me ~" Cecilia'd taunt Diane as she'd try and pull back on the girl's neck, trying to bend Diane's back in a painful manner with a powerful camel clutch submission hold!

"Unghh..." Diane moaned weakly as she felt Cecilia's breath in her face, the fight slammed out of her for now. She hadn't been expecting such a sudden reversal of fortune, and the rookie looked really taken aback by events.

Despite a few encouraging calls from the crowd, Diane stayed limp as Cecilia flipped her onto her front, then sat on her back.

"Ugh... hey..." Diane protested groggily and started to squirm, but found Cecilia's not-inconsiderable weight pinning her to the mat. When her arms were grabbed too, she realised with horror that the Swede was going for that dreaded submissions staple - the camel clutch.

"No!!" Diane squealed in protest, a second too late, as her arms were trapped behind Cecilia's thighs. Now she was firmly in the grip of her powerful opponent. Diane gulped at the sense of helplessness and the knowledge that things were about to get pretty bad for her.

She wasn't wrong. As her pretty face was cupped by Ceclila's hands and pulled upwards, she felt a sharp jolt of pain down her spine.

"Aghhh!!" she wailed, her features scrunching up in distress, her feet kicking helplessly and her arms flailing as she got bent back in the clutch. Not just any clutch either; she could feel Cecilia's strength, bending the British girl backwards without too much trouble.

"Ahh! Oh god!!" Diane whimpered through gritted teeth, shaking her head as she tried to cope with the increasing pain.

Seating herself on the back of Diane the blond beauty would take a hold of Diane's arms and pulled them up over her knees, the powerful Swede taking back control of this match as her hands went in and gripped tightly onto Diane's chin, cupping it with a strong grip of the Swede's powerful hands. Since Diane had taken the opportunity earlier to try and show off a bit of her skill and power, it only felt fitting for Cecilia that she would get to do the same.

Disregarding Diane's grunts and squeals of protests as she began to pull back on that chin and started to bend Diane's back, stretch out her neck of the beautiful white haired Brit. Cecilia would soon hear the loud whimpers and shouts of Diane as she had the girl kick her legs against the mat and trying to keep herself in this match. Cecilia couldn't help but let out a light chuckle as she had once again regained control and was using it to pain Diane as much as she could.

" Hah, what's the matter hun ? Where did that gusto from earlier go ?" Cecilia teased as she'd keep trying to pull back more and more, sliding her rear down a bit more so that she was seated on Diane's rear, their shapely behinds pressing against one another as the mighty Swede was clearly trying to drill a point into the white haired Brit's mind. " Come on~ You can do better than just whimper, can't you ?"

Cecilia pulled back with increasing intensity. Diane simply wasn't used to fighting women with as much muscle as her, and so the sheer pain of this submission hold was a real shock.

The Swede was sitting on her butt while pulling her neck back hard. Agony was seeping through Diane's spine, making her shudder, moan and sweat. She winced as Cecilia taunted her about her predicament. Her opponent was trying to get into her head... and it worked.

Sabre wouldn't have gotten stuck like this... growled a voice at the back of Diane's subconscious.

The last thing Diane needed right now was another critic. The frustration did spur her on to struggle more fiercely.

"Gahh!! Get! Lost!!" she barked, squirming with a renewed intensity.

The blond beauty had finally taken back control and was showing off a bit of what the strongest in the ring could do with that strength, by putting it to good use in controlling and hurting the fellow powerhouse that was Diane Cavendish.

She kept up the pressure and even increased it as she moved back a bit on Diane's body so she was sitting lower down and could bend the girl back even more so than before. The sexy white haired Brit seemed to be in quite the pickle as she was sweating and moaning in pain.

When Diane barked out those words though, Cecilia would raise and eyebrow. The girl started to fight with new vigor...but Cecilia wouldn't abandon the hold that easily, she tried to readjust her hold and try and pull back upon Diane even more, trying to make this into another struggle of strength and skill between the two of them. " How about...NO?!" Cecilia barked back to Diane as the blond beauty would try and keep the hold locked in and ramp up the pain a bit more.

Diane's chest was arced back as the white-haired girl groaned and writhed in pain. She was undoubtedly getting dominated here, the crowd split between sympathy for her predicament, and admiring Cecilia's display.

For the victim it was torture, made worse by the fact she knew she couldn't even submit or force a rope break in this rules-free match.

"AGHHHH!!" Diane finally let out a gasping screech of pain, betraying her suffering here. Her trapped hands grasped desperately at Cecilia's legs and body, smacking the Swede, trying anything that might alleviate the unbearable position she found herself in.

"AGH! Please! ANHHH!" she cried out, her strength draining by the second.

As Cecilia kept up the powerful camel clutch and was able to subdue Diane a bit as she finally got a loud scream of pain out of Diane, the beautiful white haired woman's iron will having been bent and cracked under the force of the mighty Northern Queen.

Cecilia would let out a light chuckle as she felt how Diane grasped at her legs, Diane's fingers digging into the thighs of the beautiful Swede. " What's the matter ?! You were so much tougher before! Maybe it cause you didn't know just what you were in for." Cecilia teased as she'd soon enough try and leg go of Diane, her hands moving up towards the back of Diane's head as the blond would try and grasp two handfuls of Diane's white mane.

The blond would attempt to rise up to her feet and pull Diane up onto her feet with her so she stood with her back turned towards the blond beauty. Cecilia would attempt and pull on Diane's hair, moving down towards one knee as her other would point upwards as she tried to drag Diane down with as much force as she could to drive Diane's upper back into her knee for a painful drop.

Diane's strategy had been to ride the submission hold out, not wanting to waste too much strength and energy on fighting a move that ultimately wouldn't win Cecilia the match.

Her agonising spine was starting to argue that that was a mistake. The white-haired girl was fast becoming a quivering mess of pain. Cecilia's taunts were just noise to her at this point. Let her talk, thought Diane. She had other things to worry about.

In fact, letting go of her pride seemed to help Diane a little, as her opponent was finally satisfied with the damage the camel clutch had wrought, and let her go. The British wrestler flopped to the mat and gasped with relief.

She didn't get to rest for long. Diane squealed in pain as she was suddenly hairpulled to her feet. Her cute face a grimace, her bikini-clad body squirming as she tried in vain to disentangle Cecilia's hands from her hair.

The rookie was getting rough treatment here, and the crowd reaction made it clear that Cecilia was looking more like a heel at this point. The next move confirmed it, as the squealing Diane was suddenly slammed down for an opportunistic over-the-knee backbreaker that cruelly targeted her already aching spine.

The pain in Diane's bruised back was phenomenal. She cried out loudly, holding her lower back, smacking down onto the mat, before rolling to the side, frantically trying to get away from her tormentor and get to her feet.