AV 17 Main Event World Title: Alison Seong vs Cecilia Northman (c)

Cecilia was in a bad spot now, as her leg was aching after that brutal chair shot, but it was far from over. As the buxom raven haired woman smacked that chair brutally against her back! Causing the Swede to cry out again and drop down a step or two more of the rungs on the ladder. 

It made her be in prime position for Alison to turn around, getting back to back with the Swede as she then started to set something up. Cecilia's eyes widened as she was pulled away from the ladder and was on Alison's back. The buxom powerhouse rival of hers holding her up and marching around the ring, an act that got the crowd going loudly.

Before then suddenly, Cecilia was driven knees first into the mat. her head impacting on the woman's shoulders as she was hit with that brutal widow's peak style finisher. "Agh!" Cecilia released a sharp cry of pain as she fell forward, down onto her front in a heap after Alison's nasty finisher.

Locking her hands on the chin of Cecilia as she was hanging perilously against her Challenger as Alison staggered away from the ladder, planting her feet into the ground to support the weight of the Champion before dropping to her butt, driving Cecilia's knees into the ground while pulling on Cecilia's chin to drive it into the back of her shoulder!

Releasing Cecilia as the force of the move would focus on Cecilia's neck, Alison sat on the ground as she looked over her shoulder and saw the state of the Champion. "Hehehe.....hahahah..." she let out, feeling absolutely confident that Cecilia was done. She didn't call that move Painful End just to set up something else, this was it.

This was Cecilia's End as Champion.

The thought of victory especially after how Cecilia had rolled over her with the least amount of concern, made this moment all the more sweeter as she went to stand up. However in that moment, her body gave out as her legs slipped out from underneath it. Adrenaline wasn't running through her body anymore, now that she thought victory was all but certain for her, the effects of this match and the smother just recently before where Alison had to rush herself up to stop Cecilia, all of those effects became painfully clear to Alison as she groaned out in pain.

Crawling towards the ladder, she would grab on to the bottom rung to start pulling herself up to a standing base before looking up at the prize that was suspended above the ring.

It was going to be hers soon....but why did it look like it was hanging miles above the ring?

Cecilia laid motion less on her front, arms spread wide as her right cheek was pressing down against the mat, she huffed out against the mat. that nasty widow's peak style finisher had left the Swede down in a daze, when she half opened her eyes all that she could see was a swaying image that she couldn't quite make out. Sounds were muffled and things were moving very slow for her. Image was starting to darken and then brighten again...

She didn't know for how long she'd laid there, time wasn't something she could focus on at the moment.

The Swede winced as she would place her hands against the mat, moving and starting to push her upperbody up. She'd been unable to move her legs though, pushing up her chest off of the mat and her head, the Swede would shake it. Trying to clear the cobwebs in her head. " uuuh..." she groaned as she would look around a little.

She saw how Alison had pulled herself up to a stand. The Swede would grit her teeth, starting to try and force herself up to her hands and knees. At the moment that was her struggle.

Alison slowly ascended the ladder, her adrenaline high not returning to her made this climb a lot more torturous physically and mentally. Physically because her body was aching and taking so much out of her just to climb up a rung lugging her body up and mentally because she new she was right at the finish line and it seemed like the longest stretch just to get there and call herself Champion.

Because of her laser focus on climbing the ladder, Alison had little idea of how Cecilia was stirring down below. Had she known she'd probably force herself to climb even faster as Cecilia would need to work less just to get to her rather than Alison who needed to work harder to get away...

Cecilia moaned out, as she started to push herself up to her knees, she panted out...sweat dripping from her face as she would start to push up to her feet. She staggered on her footing, shaking her head a bit as droplets of sweat flew from her hair as it whipped around.

Panting out she would gaze towards Alison, seeing the woman climbing the ladder, their movements was sluggish and it was far from the peak they had been fighting at a few moments ago. The buxom blond would stumble forward, having to catch herself on the ladder to keep herself from falling. She growled in annoyance, starting to climb the rungs behind Alison, making her way up behind the beautiful raven haired woman. " Where...do you think you're going!..." Cecilia let out through huffed breath as she would try and smack her forearm against the back of Alison, climbing up all the way so that Alison's rear was practically pressing against Cecilia's abs, her breasts mashing against her newfound rival's back. She coughed as she would hammer again into that back, and again! She knew that it must be hurting, it was the most damaged target to aim for, so she'd swing away until Alison couldn't climb anymore!

As she got just past the halfway point on the ladder, Alison's eyes widened as she felt the weight of Cecilia climbing on the ladder as she looked over her shoulder and saw that the Champion was active once again defending her prize! "Why...won't you....stay down!?" she screamed out, but before she had a chance to react, a heavy blow in form of Cecilia's forearm smashed against her back as Alison buckled into the ladder, pressing against the rungs as she moaned out in pain as she felt Cecilia press up against her.

Her grip on the ladder weakened even further as Cecilia began to batter her back with her forearm, her hands slipping down on the sides of the ladder as her foot slipped and went down a rung as the situation was getting dangerous with both beauties battling on top of the ladder!

Cecilia hammered away at the back of Alison, feeling the woman buckle as she moaned out in pain, sliding down more and more with each strike that the Swede hammered her arm over and over into that hurting back. " Because....I....Am....The fucking, Champ!..." Cecilia pointed out with each of her strikes, until Alison was far down on the ladder.

Cecilia would turn around as she stood on the lower end of the ladder, with her arms reach up to grab at the under arms of Alison. With an impressive heave the buxom blond would try and lift the the white clad woman upwards. Rising her up high as she straightened her arms out. The Swede would try and then jump, throwing herself forward and pulling Alison with her as she'd try and throw the woman down with a brutal crucifix powerbomb, from the ladder straight down onto the mat with her finisher. Ragnarök!

With the proud declaration of just who she was, Alison would suffer more blows to the back until she was more rungs down the ladder as she felt Cecilia shuffling around behind her. Dazed and confused, she felt Cecilia grabbing at her armpits before she was lifted upwards. Her eyes widened as her feet were still touching the rungs as she looked back and forward to try and get an idea of what was going on. But it was too late for her to do anything at that point, Cecilia had pulled her past the point of no return as she was jerked back off of the ladder and went crashing down from off of the ladder.

The irony of her and Cecilia having the same finishing move soared right over Alison's head, because she thought that this was a jab at her, Cecilia mocking her by using her own finishing move against her like this!

Crashing into the mat in brutal fashion as she was folded up painfully, her legs whipping down and causing her to spring upwards as the pain shot through her body in multiple and violent waves as Alison was at a lost of breath and near consciousness!

After throwing Alison forward over her shoulders, the Swede fell down from the ladder with her opponent. Though the blond landed on her knees before that bouncing frame of the buxom Asian-American. She huffed out, sweat dripping from her face as she looked on at Alison's body as she looked to be pretty out of if.

A grin appearing on Cecilia's face as she would rise slowly, her body moving at a snails pace as she started to pull herself up to her feet and turn around, Grabbing onto the ladder the blond would start to climb the steel structure, one step at a time she would unsteadily move up towards the top...

Alison's body was thrown into all disorder after that brutal crucifix powerbomb, her body feeling the ripples of pain washing all over her body as she moaned and groaned while writhing on the mat. Her eyes were wandering all over the place, unable to keep focus on anything. Although she could not see that Cecilia was climbing the ladder, it was a good hunch that was what the Champion was doing, moving to reclaim her title.

Raising an arm up, Alison was beginning to stir as the dazed feeling was leaving her body and was being replaced with nothing but pain through out her back and neck. It made moving difficult and practically impossible to do at any sort of normal speed as she slowly rolled over on to her stomach, that effort alone was enough to leave the Upstart gasping for air face first into the mat!