AV 15 No Holds Barred: Cecilia Northman Vs. Morgan Raine

Morgan had gotten away, but the end of the match was something she couldn't escape from. Cecilia was still going strong, while she was just about done. In these last few minutes, while she had still the semblance of fight within her, she needed to turn the tables. Her chance did come when the Hardcore Queen dived under the ring to look for something. Propping herself up on her elbows and knees, she took the time to catch her breath. The lower half of her body was numbed, the shock having gotten to her.

It was a cold weakness that spread from the damage and the blood loss. On the other hand, that meant she had the chance to do things she ordinarily would flinch from. Given how desperate the situation was already, the risk was immaterial. Where could things go but up? And up was what she intended, for she pulled herself to her feet using the ropes as an aid. When she heard Cecilia start to emerge, she turned her back to the ropes and leaned back to flip over them. It might've looked like her usual ring exit, but she didn't intend to land on the apron. No, she was trying to deliver a double foot stomp to Cecilia's back!

Pulling the table out from under the ring the blond also decided to pull out a pair of steel chairs along with it, but the second she moved away from the side of the ring and would start to make her way to set up the table, the blond was instead met with a pair of boots right into her back.

"Augh!!" The Swede cried out as she was flattened down against the mat, shaking her head as she would try and place her hands and knees against the floor and start to push herself up. " Kh...can't you learn to stay down....you bitch..."

Once Morgan landed, she stumbled off to the side and fell to one knee. Damn, that hurt! Just like earlier, it was like making contact with something made of concrete. That one person could prove to be so resilient scared her, but she couldn't let herself lose like this. Placing one brawny arm on the apron, she pulled herself up. In the time she had left, before she was taken out by the shock that propagated through her body, she had to make sure Cecilia was knocked out first.

Keeping her hand on the apron, she stumbled over at a staggered pace. While her enemy was still getting up, she mustered up the strength for a burst of speed, intending to deliver her curbstomp finisher to Cecilia!

The blond was not in the perfect situation right now as she was doing her best to rise up towards her feet, but she was caught by a rather nasty move as her foe come down on top of her and drove those feet into her back, she needed a moment to recover but it didn't see as if the blond beauty was going to allowed that.

Morgan soon stepped up towards her and drove the blond powerhouse face first into the rough surface outside of the ring, smacking her face right into the hard ground. " Gnnnkh!!" She cried out through gritted teeth from the nasty impact.

Morgan nearly stumbled and fell after she delivered the curbstomp to Cecilia, highlighting just how much of a toll the battle had taken. Even at this late stage, her enemy was in much better shape than her. Just how far could she go when there was such a disparity in their physical condition? With a harsh breath, the Canadian moved back over to the Swede, bending down to pick up one of the two steel chairs she needed. With her free hand, she grabbed Cecilia's hair to lift her head up.

By now, it was clear what she was doing. She was going to slide the other steel chair under her enemy's head so she could perform a one-woman con-chair-to. Could the Hardcore Queen stop Morgan from sending her out with a bang?

With her head now placed on a chair the Swede stirred lightly....she could hear the crowd shout of for her to get up but it all sounded so muffled...she had an idea what Morgan was probably about to do as the pink haired girl stood in front of her, that busty frame towering in front of her now....glancing up she could clearly see that chair raised up in the air.

Cecilia tried to act quickly, looking to roll forward and try and tackle those legs out from Morgan to try and knock the pink haired girl down...before attempting to roll back again and create some distance between the two before attempting to push herself up to her hands and knees and then her feet. Her head was swimming...blood dripping down from her open wound...it wasn't a whole lot of bleeding but it was starting to color her face red...slowly but surely.

The roar of the crowd as Morgan missed was deafening. She hit the ground hard, nearly slamming her face onto her chair. It was hard to get back up, considering her wounded state. Propping herself up on one elbow, she saw that Cecilia was also trying to stand. With a groan of exertion, she sped up her movements, only for her right leg to give out and send her back into a kneeling position. Dammit, she was lagging behind!

If the Swede managed to stand first, it'd be over. Grabbing the chair again, she unfolded it and used it as a support to get back up. Even then, she had to keep holding on as her wounded limb could barely support her weight. Had she not been numbed by the beating, she would've understood that Cecilia's tackle had taken her leg out of the equation. Right now, she was feeling rather nervous at how bad the situation at gotten!

Cecilia pushed herself up towards her feet and watched Morgan do the same, the blond's face may have been covered with blood but her red eyes were all the more easy to see, they burned with fire, fueled by anger and the will to simply fight the Swede stepped forward without mercy.

She would throw a kick right to Morgan's midsection right after the pink haired Canadian got up to her feet, looking to double her over. Cecilia would try and shove Morgan's head in between her strong which and move to grab at the waist of Morgan, rolling the Canadian up onto her shoulder's before turning to face that unfolded chair! Cecilia would then try and throw her foe down with all her might, looking to powerbomb Morgan's frame right onto that unfolded chair, looking to break it...along with Morgan!

"NORTHMAAAAAAN!"

Morgan could only scream out as she was powerbombed through the chair. Her back was a mass of agony now, writhing and contorting in uncoordinated suffering as she laid on the barely padded concrete. The two of them had reached the point where only their will drove them on, but it seemed like the Canadian would falter first. Even as she tried to raise her arms in defiance, she felt like her body could take no more. The various brutal impacts plus the blood loss from the tacks had sapped her of her reserves of energy.

All she could do was hope that there was one more chance for her to turn the tables on her enemy, one last opportunity to avenge herself on her foe before she was forced to accept her defeat.

Smacking Morgan down with a terrifyingly powerful powerbomb was just what the blond needed to even things out between the two of them, but that was far from the end of it. Cecilia had one more move that she was planning to put Morgan through, one more move in order to put and end to things for the tanned skinned woman.

Cecilia would attempt to reach down for a handful of Morgan's long hair and attempt to start yanking her upwards, trying to force Morgan up towards her feet and bend her over. Cecilia would roar out before attempting to turn around, hook her arms with Morgan's and then attempt to twist them around so she was holding Morgan upside down back to back by her arms. Walking over so Morgan's head was just above where the folded steel chair was, Cecilia would then attempt to drive herself down, looking to spike Morgan head first into the steel chair with her mighty Finisher Gungnir! A Vertebreaker meant to put an end to Morgan Raine.