Cecilia Northman Vs. Isabella Snow

Pulling Isabella down onto her back with a pretty standardish hip toss seemed to have worked well enough, the woman who was calling herself the Northern Queen was on her back now with Cecilia having locked Isabella into a pretty nasty scarf-hold submission, pressing her side against Isabella's neck and chest as her arms clenched tightly around that pretty head to put a nasty hurt on it...with the blond beauty's large breast pressing down against Isabella's face.

" You're a cocky little shit, aren't you ? Though I do have to admit that I like that." Cecilia let out as she would try and wrench on that head even more, looking to press her breast further down against Isabella's face.

Spending time with her face buried in the breast of someone with the looks of Cecilia was often the ideal evening for Isabella, but only when she was on top and the other woman's name wasn't Cecilia Northman. There was a gradually building ache in her neck and her face was flushed red, partly from the tit being shoved against her face and the difficulty she was having catching her breath in that hold. "Not cocky, confident, since I know I'm gonna dethrone you." She said in answer to the blonde, her body contorting to try and slip out.

She pushed with one hand against the arm wrapped around her, trying to loossen the woman's grip enough for her to break free. Isabella thought for a moment of driving her other fist into Cecilia's ribs, but couldn't resist making a grab for the large breast being pressed over her face instead.

Cecilia clicked her tongue at Isabella's overly cocky nature, she soon felt the white haired woman work her way out of the hold and then that hand upon her tit as well, groping her large tit. The Swede would let out in a low tone. " Impudent little brat.." Cecilia growled out as she'd try and turn around and attempt to raise her hand up to throw a hammer blow right down onto Isabella's pretty forehead, looking to stun the white haired beauty.

If that worked, she'd try and grab a handful of Isabella's lovely white hair and attempt to pull the woman up to her feet so they were facing each other. Cecilia would try and slip one arm in between Isabella's legs and cup that shapely rear, while the other looped over Isabella's shoulders. She'd try and lift the woman who called herself the Northern Queen and tilt her upside down before attempting to throw her down hard with a mighty bodyslam!

Isabella opened her mouth to reply with something witty, she hadn't quite decided on anything before hand she was just going to go with whatever came to mind first, but she didn't get a chance to say anything. The first of Cecilia came slamming down on top of the white haired woman's forehead, her fingers tightening around the blonde's trapped orb, crushing it in Isabella's vice like grip as she began to see stars flying around her head. She wasn't so out of it that she didn't realize Cecilia was dragging her back to her feet but Isabella wanted to take the fight back to a standing position anyways so she didn't resist.

Once they were upright Cecilia wasted no time in setting Isabella up for a nasty fall, one Isabella wasn't too keen on taking if she could help it. With an arm slipped through her legs and a hand roughly cupping her ass Isabella slid her own leg forward between the legs of Cecilia, hooking her ankle behind the other woman's to block the lift.

Cecilia growled out as she felt Isabella's leg around hers, she couldn't help but twitch a bit in anger...but she quickly realized what she should do, the Swede moved her arm away from Isabella's shoulder and would smack her elbow against Isabella's temple to stun the white haired woman...looking to step out from Isabella with her free leg and wrap her arm over Isabella's shoulders, grabbing at the back of Isabella's hair with her hand and pulling her head back a bit, so they stood facing the same direction...legs trapped against one another.

The Swede would pull back and throw Isabella forwards, looking to throw Isabella's face and large chest first into the match with a forward Russian leg sweep!

Isabella felt her back foot leave the ground as the swede lifted but her other foot remained firmly upon the mat, her thigh running into the woman's own legs halting whatever it was the blonde had wanted to do with her. She was still wrapped up in the woman's arms however so she started there, Isabella wrapping her arms around Cecilia's waist, clamping them down to put the squeeze on the blonde until that elbow barreled down upon Isabella's skull. A sharp stabbing pain erupted in her head and for a moment Isabella's vision was obscured by a bright white, the woman barely aware that Cecilia was on the move and unable to do much except grab at the woman's wrists as her hands closed on her.

An abrupt and sudden fall soon followed with Isabella's forehead bouncing off the mat, though thankfully her ample bosom landed first and while they were now aching after being squished up against her chest it slowed her head down a bit. Isabella laid sprawled out on the mat from the leg sweep, slowly shaking her head while her hands tried to find the mat beneath her to push herself back up onto all fours.

Isabella's attempt at what seemed to be a bearhug was halted by the Swede's painful elbow to the top of Isabella's skull and then came the beautifully executed forward Russian leg Sweep where the blond beauty took Isabella down and threw her forward, driving her face and tits first right into the mat. The blond threw back a bit of hair over her shoulders as she looked down at the white haired woman trying to get onto her hands and knees....

Cecilia couldn't have that, so she decided to move in and throw a hard stomp onto the upper back of Isabella to keep her down, following which Cecilia'd step over her foe's body and attempt to take a hold of those legs of hers, looking to fold the left one up so the shin was folded in behind Isabella's right legs knee, the Swede would place the extended right leg up in underneath her armpit and slip her free arm in underneath the hole made between Isabella's legs to grab a firm hold to them as she'd then start to step back a step and seat herself down on the upper back of the white haired woman. Looking to lock in a hellishly painful Texas Cloverleaf submission hold on Isabella.

" Hah, let's see how you like this!" The woman known as the Northern Queen let out as she'd start to try and torture Isabella in this painful submission hold, putting strain on those legs, back and extending Isabella's abdomen in a painful manner.

"Fuck..." Isabella cursed underneath her breath as her body responded to her efforts to rise up with numerous aches and pains throughout, her arms a bit shakey but growing steadier as Isabella pushed herself to get up before Cecilia could take advantage. She wasn't fast enough however, Cecilia's boot slamming her right back down to the mat with an audible thud with the ring shaking under her. Once again her vision was a blur but this time she had nothing to grab onto except the mat so she began dragging herself away from Cecilia, trying to get some distance despite how useless she knew that was.

Cecilia proved just how right she was about that as she went to work, wrapping Isabella's legs up like a pretzl which kept Isabella guessing right up until the woman sat down upon her back. It had to be a texas cloverleaf Isabella thought to herself as her back was lit on fire, the white haired woman gritting her teeth, doing her best not to give Cecilia the satisfaction of hearing her in agony. "This it?!" She shot back at Cecilia even as the pain shooting through her body slowly worsened.

Cecilia locked in Isabella firmly into the cloverleaf, showing off a bit of submission prowess as she caught the white haired woman in that very painful hold from such a powerful woman as the Swede who could probably snap most girls like a twig with this move, though Isabella was a powerful girl in and off herself, one that the Swede was planning to break down piece by piece to show everyone just why cocky bitches shouldn't mess with her.

The Swede would hear Isabella's cocky words and with it the mighty Swede would scoff. " Oh ? Not enough for you ?" Cecilia let out as she'd raise her self up onto her feet, taking a step back to bend Isabella into a C-shape as she'd take her right foot off of the mat and move to press her knee into Isabella's spine and bend the sexy wannabe over her knee to put even more of a hellish torque onto that spine, not only that as it would also force those large breasts to be mushroomed and flattened against the mat. Looking as if she was planning on snapping it in half with any more pressure added to it from there.

Isabella's hands were clenched into tight fists, fingernails digging into the palms of her hands as the blonde shifted backwards to bend her to an almost impossible degree. She didn't have a witty retort then and Isabella yelled out in pain as she felt not just the entire weight of Cecilia bearing down on a single point of her spine but her abdominals getting strained to the limit of what they could stretch. She beat her fist into the mat just once, not wanting to have her instinctual reaction to pain be misinterpreted as her tapping out.

"Not...even...close..." Isabella said through grinding teeth, glancing down at her breasts that were being ground against the mat as Cecilia dug her knee downwards into her back. Palms open she pushed against the mat, her arms straining as she slowly lifted them both, gaining inch by inch as she fought to break free of the hold.