Last Woman Standing! Cecilia vs Sabre

Having the advantage over her, Cecilia sure knew how to flaunt that around. Sabre let out a roar and continued to slam both of her fusts so hard on the canvas it slightly vibrated it. Her feet hung over the middle of her back in the devaststing hold. The tan-skinned woman tried just once more to push her legs forcefully out of her rival's grip but it just seemed there was nothing she could do!

Her monsterous roars would slowly die into groans and quipping cries of pain.

Cecilia could hear the monsterous roars of Sabre going lower and lower until finally they were groans and quipping cries, the blond would smirk....feeling the struggle in those strong limbs of Sabre weakening. Cecilia would let out a light chuckle, it was time for some payback!

The blond powerhouse would try and slide up, shifting her rear up so it was pressing down on those shoulder blades of the stone-age babe. Trying to press her weight down and then put a more brutal bend to that back trying to increase the pressure and torque on Sabre's back for further pain!

Sabre could hear that sinister sounding chuckle, and instincts dictated what would be coming next. The dominant person was going to go further. This was cemented when Sabre felt a weight lifted from her for a moment, before coming back down and further pressing her shoulders and big chest harder into the canvas! A roaring cry escapes her and she slammed both of her fists down several times!

The Stone Age Babe looked over her shoulders, through her mask. There was the new feeling, a feeling of fear. She rarely knew defeat, and who knows how far Cecelia would go, forcing the feet of the cave girl to slowly inch back towards her head with each passing moment.

The Boston Crab was firmly locked in and Cecilia had no intention of letting up on it, as she would continue to bend the cave girl. She knew she couldn't win like this, but the goal right now was simply to weaken Sabre and make her easier to take down.

From the looks of it, Sabre was in a bad spot and didn't know how to free herself. Cecilia kept sliding up against the back of Sabre, slowly getting on her shoulder blades as she would put a tremendous strain on that back of the Stone Age Babe.

Sabre lets out what stsrted as another loud roar, but with another mighty pull from Cecilia that was shut right up. Sabre cpuldnt help but bury her masked face into her arms and continue to take the hold. In the wild, there was no surrender in a type of situation like this. The dominant would defeat and well...Dominate.

But even Sabre's personality would begin to bend and crack under the stress and pain she was put througg. Opposed to her usual wild, rough voice...A softer one spoke through. "E-Enough...Stop...It..."

Cecilia would put her weight onto Sabre's shoulder blades and bend the frame of the Stone-age babe more brutally so than ever before, bending that back in ways it wasn't supposed to go. Cecilia could soon enough hear the more soft spoken words of Sabre.

It was a voice that was oddly familiar to her, she had heard it before now that she thought about it. A smirk on her face still as she got Sabre to practically beg. Cecilia would finally relent on the boston crab. Releasing those legs as she would try and rise up to her feet.

Bending forward, she would try and wrap her arms around Sabre's waist and try and hoist her up off of the canvas. Trying to deadlift Sabre clean off of the mat. With Sabre upside down and with her front against the Stone Age Babe's back. Holding her upside down for a few moments before she'd try and drive Sabre, masked head first into the canvas with a piledriver!

There were mere moments and inches away from Sabre's back practically breaking, as she had never been so caught...So trapped...So, humiliated...There was no response from the cave woman as she was let go of, her legs and feet plopping on the canvas and making a heavy sound. Technically, she had not ended the match with her plea to be let go of, and Cecilia was going to take full advantage of that and completely dole out domination.

There was a sort of wonder where Cecelia had gotten the strength to do something like this, and it wasn't clean to Sabre that the was upside down until she blunk her eyes a few times. She made a few struggles and whines, both being too weak to make any differences anyway.

A gasping cry came from her mouth as she was slammed head first into the canvas, her body being held upright from falling only by Cecilia's whim and demand, and arms, alone. The moment she would let go of Sabre, then she'd fall flat on her stomach, her head between the blonde's legs.

Driving Sabre's bone masked head into the canvas for that brutal piledriver, Cecilia would watch the mighty cave woman drop flat on her front and lie between the legs of the blond, Cecilia would huff out air through her nostrils as she would then push up towards her feet. A smirk on her face as she looked down on her rival.

Feeling confident and strong, she would place her boot down against the back of Sabre's head, raising one arm up into the air. The referee would move in next to Cecilia and tell her she couldn't start the count if she kept Sabre pinned.

" Then don't." Cecilia spoke out as she looked down on Sabre's frame. " I hope you aren't done yet, dumbass. I was hoping for more of a fight than this." Nudging her boot down against the back of Sabre's head, " Show me some of that stone age ferocity of yours." Cecilia let out mockingly to the downed Stone Age Babe.

There were many a way that someone could break. Their mind could just collapse and they could fall into a state of weakness and even depression. Their mind could also crack into a more regressive state where they act without thinking, and in Sabre's case she would fo the latter. When Cecilia put her boot on the woman's head, there was a decision to make

Be defeated and dominated more. Or to fight against the predator. Because the Stine Age Babe knew...SHE was an Apex.

With her body in immense pain from.being folded in half mere moments ago, Sabre would roll her body over enough to grab at the woman's leg and pull her down to her level. If ahe could do that, she would immediately try to rain down a hammering of punches on the opponen, roaring out all the while.

Nudging her boot against the back of Sabre's head, Cecilia teased and mocked her old rival. She would press and grind that boot down but soon enough she felt Sabre stir and then suddenly her foot was yanked off of that head and she was pulled down onto her back.

Releasing a soft grunt upon impact, the Stone Age Babe was soon enough on top of her. Pinning her down and starting to hammer down punch after punch onto her! Cecilia quickly brought her arms up to shield herself, but many blows got past her guard and began to rock her senses.