Cecilia Northman vs. Kara X: Submission Debut

For all Kara's discontent at Cecilia breaking out of what was a peerless submission hold - which she was not gonna do twice - it brought her some pleasure at hearing Cecilia cry out from the impact against her leg. With a focused nibble on her lower lip, Kara sought to grab that same leg again, only for one to lash out, the foot attached smacking her right in the side of her ankle with a loud smack. The noise Kara made was more cough than verbal, and Kara shot her hand down to grab at the same ankle, which was aching. She would have muttered something about Cecilia being a bitch, but she was too busy wanting to bite right back.

Regathering her balance on the ankle, which just shot pain up her shin, she dove towards Cecilia's upper body, arms-first, to pin the other blonde back down against the mat.

Cecilia smirked as she got that coughed out loud growl of pain from Kara whom soon enough was not exactly on her any more, the Swede was quick to try and adjust herself and start to move up to her feet, but before she could do so her fellow blond opponent soon dove down on top of her.

The Mighty long haired blond was not gonna just take this though, her hands were quick to move up to catch Kara by her shoulders, shoving her to the side as she'd buck herself to the side, attempting to turn the two of them over so that Cecilia was on top. Cecilia would attempt to straddle Kara's abs as soon as she got the chance, pulling her hands back to start to try and rain down blows upon the lovely Kara X's pretty face!

Kara, her fury at not having taken an advantage getting the better of her, launched herself at what looked like it would definitely be Cecilia's chin... until the quick hands of the other blonde shot up and grabbed her by the shoulders. Never one to betray any concern, Kara's eyes nonetheless shot wide as she was flipped down onto her back, her own momentum used against her, and as her shoulder blades skidded into the rough mat, she didn't react at first, instead raising her arms if for nothing else than to make sure nothing hit her in the face in her disadvantaged position.

Instinct paid off - by the time Kara realized that Cecilia had straddled her stomach, punches were coming towards her face. The first couple hit Kara's outstretched forearms - hitting hard enough that Kara would feel them the next morning - while one slipped through and caught her right in the lip. "Sh-", the blonde bombshell sputtered out, needing every muscle of discipline in her body not to grab her mouth and hold it and moan from the feeling that her teeth were going to rattle out. But she did resist, and her own hands shot up in a feral need to fight back and protect a face that she was pretty damned proud of. One hand found Cecilia's face and squeezed it between the mouth and one eye in an unrefined yet effective defense.

Raining down blows on that pretty face of Kara's was without a doubt satisfying, to teach this cocky newcomer just who she was messing with in this match...well it was just what Kara needed. A good welcoming into AFW. Though soon enough Cecilia got Kara's hand right up into her face, grabbing at her...the blond snarled out in annoyance and would make sure that Kara knew not to be so reckless around her. She slipped herself up to a squatting stand over Kara's frame.

Twisting around as her hands would move to grab that arm of the hand which was grabbing at her face. The Swede would quickly attempt to pull it down and stretch the arm out to the side, sliding her legs up over Kara's chest and keeping that arm in between her legs, pressing against her own strong well toned frame as she'd try and extend it out to a simple but very effective armbar submission hold.

Though her instincts to defend herself were still fully fueling her, Kara felt a strange sense of relief as soon as Cecilia's blows down onto her face came to a stop, and she groaned out in another complaint at the pain in her lip from where the other woman had hit her. She resisted the need to grab at the injury, not even having any idea of the lip was busted or not - she instead kept her one hand fully extended into Cecilia's face and the other up to start swinging back at the other blonde's stomach. But her hits didn't connect, and Kara froze in place, still so unused to having anyone who could even hang with her this long that she didn't even realize what was coming next even as she felt her arm snatched into Cecilia's powerful grip.

It only hit the Canadian once Cecilia's legs were forced down over Kara's large chest, and pain shot up the tendons and muscles of her arm as it was taken prisoner by her opponent's armbar and bent backwards. In spite of all her great pride, this made Kara cry out audibly. "Yaaaagh!", she screeched, reaching over to try and push Cecilia's legs off. For all the strength in Kara's body, neither of the feet would budge, and the situation with her arm was completely unfamiliar to her - she was helpless to just reel it in again. Her chiseled body and all her talents were - against all odds - being outdone right now. Was this woman really doing this to her? Kara couldn't even believe it, and refused to, as she pawed against the mat with her opposite hand and continued to try and get out based on her pure strength - only for sweat to bead on her forehead.

Cecilia smirked as she managed to get that lovely screech of pain out from the lovely Kara, it seemed as if even this overly cocky newbie was not strong enough to keep her pain inside for all too long. The mighty Swede made a note of that, Kara's screams would be entertaining enough to hear throughout the match.

When Cecilia started feeling Kara trying to use brute force to pull that arm free, the blond beauty would tighten her lock around the lovely young woman, keeping up a powerful yank on that arm and hyper extending it as much as she could. " Come now....You already know I'm stronger...you couldn't have thought that would work, right ?!?!" Cecilia let out as she would try and arch her hips upwards in order to make the hold that much more painful for Kara as she attempted to keep the fellow blond locked in tightly.

So unaccustomed to hearing herself cry out from anything, Kara’s own wail from the pain in her arm almost startled her. She was supposed to make other women hear that while she bent them; she was the one always bringing on pain. Having someone wrench her arm so successfully that she would sound as pathetic as she sounded to herself was an overwhelming sensation that Kara both found exhilarating and infuriating all at once. She needed to be back in her proper place – on top – but she couldn’t just win that place back with her strength and savvy like usual. It made it even difficult to look at Cecilia while the other woman craned her arm. She instead focused on making no other cries, though her arm was in excruciating pain.

It did not help when Cecilia started her taunting – the mere idea of someone saying she was stronger was so different to Kara that she hardly knew what to do in response. She should have been even more angry than she was, but instead, it had her stiff in spite of all the pain in her arm.

But she wasn’t stronger. No woman Kara faced at random in her first match here was just stronger. It didn’t work like that. Kara had worked too hard to just be plucked from her throne.

Though she lay grimacing, she developed an escape, getting her feet rooted firmly against the mat in preparation to make that escape.

Feeling Kara starting to struggle more and more in the hold was just too precious, if this went on too long the match might be called off because the fellow blond was too stubborn to tap out. Unless she could find a way out of the hold quickly there was probably not gonna be much that Kara could do against the power that the Swedish powerhouse Cecilia Northman possessed.

Though soon enough Cecilia started to feel that body beneath her legs starting to set up for something, it seemed Kara was banking on taking some massive short term pain in order to try and get out of the hold, and that suited Cecilia just fine! It would be boring if this cocky blond didn't put up a fight!

" You think you can escape like that ?!" Cecilia let out as she would try and wrench on the arm, trying to add a little twisting of the arm to the hold. " Huh ?!" The Swede barked out at the iron willed fighter in her grasp.