Snowfall

Music blasted out of the speakers, a theme that the crowd knew all too well as it belonged the people's champion herself, the Nordic brawler, the golden haired biker! The Friction Wolf Champion stepped out onto the ramp as the crowd erupted into a loud cheer for the reigning number one wrestler in AFW. Dressed in her slightly ripped up jeans, heavy biker boots, her usual wrestling sports bra like top covering her ample breasts as her impressive abs were on display through her unzipped black leather jacket. Cecilia Northman walked down the ramp with a cocky grin upon her face as she had her belt draped over her right shoulder, raising it up as she walked down the ramp and stepped up towards the ring.

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Taking a hold of a microphone that an able stage-hand offered her before she slid in under the bottom ropes of the ring and moved up to her feet. She cranked her neck to the right and then rolled her shoulders a little while she waited for her music to die down. Once it did, Cecilia had to wait for the crowd to die down as well, as they were making quite the noise still. She would smirk a bit more, a slight roll off her eyes as it was actually a bit annoying at this point...but finally they calmed down.

Cecilia had been gone for a little while following her match at Summer Splash, firstly it had taken some time for her to rest up and get healthy, as the brutal match she had with Kyoko Akan had left both women with bruises and injuries that had been fairly lasting. Then there was not enough time to find an opponent for her at Fright Fight, which was unfortunate....but now that she was back and ready to fight again...in fact she was more than ready! She was itching for a battle as it had been far to long since the buxom powerhouse stepped into the ring and threw down!

Finally, Cecilia would raise her microphone up to her mouth and take a deep breath. " Fuck! I've missed this ring!" Those simple words got her a loud ovation from the crowd, followed by loud shouts and cheers. " Honestly, It just doesn't feel right unless I step into this ring at least once a week. It's been shit being sidelined for as long as I have. Here I am though! Ready to throw down." Cecilia said as she would walk a bit around the ring, belt on her shoulder. " Though the question is who should I throw down against? There are a few able candidates, but....I've beaten the likes of Karina Rine, Odessa Brock, Kyoko Akan...the list goes on. " Cecilia said as she would walk towards the ropes, " Heather Sunderland, Nikola Tesla, Death Bunny....You get the point, I've done it all, I've faced them all. I've come out on top, as champ I stand now. As your reigning fighting champion, I can't just say I have fought them all, and beat them all though. I've got to throw down with someone right? So that's why I'm out here." The Swedish Powerhouse spoke out.

" So? Is there anyone out there who should get a chance? Maybe, but at the moment I'm kinda hard-pressed to think of one..." Cecilia spoke out, she did have a candidate in mind, well two or three actually. Opponents she felt deserved a chance and in truth she was perhaps trying to build up towards giving an actual challenge to one of them, or for them to come out and challenge her....who knew what the battle crazed champ was actually thinking.

There she was, the woman at the top of the mountain.

Cecilia Northman.

The woman who had claimed a long list of names, craved out from the violent and brutal encounters through plenty of challengers. It must been a bit intimidating for anyone in the back to try and rip the AFW World Championship off of her shoulder after hearing all of the names, but there were plenty of hungry women who would forego dangers and intimidation for the chance at every lasting glory. Some say that would be a bad trait to have, but not one woman.

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Another theme began to play, red lights from above and on stage flashing in time with beat of the song as a silhouette appeared on stage. Alison Seong, the brash woman dressed in a long sleeve dress started marching down to the ring. Although she had suffer a loss against Death Bunny, one name that was on Cecilia's long list of names, Alison still had a strong ego that was oozing off of her as she didn't take her eyes off of the Champion. Approaching ringside, Alison was given a mic by one of the ring attendants as she walked up the stairs and climbed into the ring.

Alison made a beeline straight for Cecilia and stood right in front of her, breaking her glare with the Champion's red eyes to look at the championship on her shoulder before relocking their eyes as she brought her mic up to her mouth. "If you're looking for someone to take that championship off of you, then I'm the woman you're looking for." Alison declared, she was not met with much reception from the fans as her only match so far was battling D.B. in a brutal No DQ bout. But a loss was not going to stop her from bring a fight right to the champion. "If there's anyone who deserves a chance, they have to get behind me."

The champ was just about to start to speak yet again, to name the name she had settled on to put on the line....when music started to blast out of the speakers, music that Cecilia actually didn't recognize. The music was heavily Asian themed, and soon enough a buxom white clad woman stepped out onto the ramp and started marching down the ramp. The Swede looked rather annoyed as she saw this woman she didn't even know who she was, walk up into her ring and step right up into her face.

The two women were roughly equal in size, in more ways than one. Their generous racks being barley and inch away from each other as Alison glared into the Swede's eyes. Cecilia noticed the gaze shift over towards the title belt on the blond's shoulder. After which she heard this raven haired beauty start to speak to her, and talk about how other people had to get behind her if they wanted a chance at the belt.

" Oh? First off, you really think you can dictate who I challenge?" Cecilia said as she would then shake her head a bit. " Nevermind that though. The important question is, who the fuck are you supposed to be and why should I care?" Cecilia let out as she would glare at the buxom woman in front of her. She hadn't actually seen this woman in AFW before, judging by the crowd she hadn't done a whole lot in AFW either.

Alison was pretty steamed that Cecilia cared little about her, despite all indications of her not making a mark being apparent. It was a sting, but a necessary sting. Right in front of her was her goal, what she wanted to attain. She wanted the spotlight on herself, the glory that came with the championship that was sitting on the Swede's shoulder. She let out a scoff when Cecilia gave her reply, the lack of seriousness she was exuding was beginning to get on her nerves. "I don't think anyone here wants to sit here and play a guessing game about who you think deserves a shot at you and that championship. So I'm here to make it easy. I'm standing right in front of you, fighting champ."

Alison wasn't going to pass up on a chance to get right into the face of the Champion of the league, there was no set backs that could be placed on her that would reel in her all consuming ego as she stood barely an inch away from the similar built champ. "Me? I'm Alison Seong. And what matters is not what I've accomplish, but rather what I'm going to do." a smirk crawling on her face as she reached up with her free hand and patted on the championship belt.

"I'm going to take this away from you." Her arrogance knew no bounds, already she was gathering a lot of naysayers who did not believe in her claims. But she didn't give a damn about them, all she cared about was her own opinion. It was her opinion that got her into this ring and assert herself, despite what people would think. In the end, they would all be eating their own asses when she proved them wrong.

"Or...perhaps the Swede Champ doesn't want an actual fight and will run off again, ducking out of having matches for a couple of months before sauntering back in?"

Cecilia watched Alison as she gave her name and looked on as the buxom raven haired woman had the gall to pat her title belt, glaring into the eyes Alison as the cocky upstart had come down and was now starting to push the button of the Swedish powerhouse. She shook her head and would then roll her shoulders a little bit.

" Alison Seong huh? I think I remember that name..." Cecilia spoke out as Alison looked to do all she could to try and make the Swede agree to the match-up. Cecilia would smirk when she finally remembered who it was. " Oh! You're the one who lost to Death Bunny aren't you? One little match in AFW and all you did was lose to a woman I beat." Cecilia said as she would look Alison up and down real quick.

" I am not all too interested in having a match against someone who can't put up a decent challenge. It won't be fun for me, nor the crowd. So how about you saunter off backstage, maybe you can bring Death Bunny in here or you know anyone else back there in the locker rooms." Cecilia said as she would take a step back and scoff at Alison.

A loss was a loss. But Alison still seethed when hearing it brought up to her face and especially with Cecilia's swagger being thrown in it. Not to mention that for a brief moment, Alison cracked and wavered in the last moments of their brutal No-DQ match. Something that she absolutely did not want to relieve. The thought was quickly pushed to the back of her head as Cecilia was shrugging her off, casting her aside as an unworthy contender. She was not going to leave this ring with her tail between her legs and her head low. She was not going to be cast aside like some afterthought!

"Not too interested? Then how about we make it interesting?" She said with a smirk, if there was one thing that Alison knew about Cecilia was that she was one to never pass up on a challenge. "How about we have an arm wrestling match? From that alone should tell you, that I am all the hype I bring. Unless you're scared of even doing that." she sneered, trying to goad the champion to at least trying her.

Cecilia narrowed her eyes as Alison threw a challenge her way, but it wasn't for a title match at least not yet. That challenge Cecilia had sort of dismissed, but now...Alison was challenging her to an Arm-wrestling match? The Swede was commonly known as one of, if not the strongest woman in AFW. The Swede couldn't help but chuckle out, releasing a bit of a laugh at Alison's challenge.

After a few seconds, Cecilia would shake her head and then look over towards the stage hands. " Bring us a table." Cecilia spoke out as the stage hands set to task in getting the two of them a table where they could do their little arm wrestling contest.

" If you so desperately want me to show you why you aren't enough of a challenge, then fine." Cecilia let out as she would glare over at the Asian beauty. After a few seconds the stage hands had brought a table and set it up in between the two beautiful women. Cecilia would lean forward a bit and place her right elbow down against the table, having thrown the microphone to the side, as she was now just waiting for Alison and her to start the arm wrestling contest.

Alison was confident in her strength, even with all of the stories flying around that Cecilia was one of the strongest that the league had to offer. But she wasn't going to quiver in front of such a monolith, she was determined to build her own value and prove that she was not to be brush aside! Alison was even more determined to win after hearing Cecilia laughing at her challenge, fueling her burning desire to be taken seriously. She had the utmost confidence that their same build allowed for similar strength, but she was more inclined to believe that she could beat Cecilia in a simple arm wrestling match as a smirk curled onto her face, hearing the champion accept her challenge.  

Alison gave way for the ringside attendants to bring in a small table suited for arm wrestling in quick fashion as Alison continued to glare at Cecilia. "Please, I'm only eager to see you squirm when you realize that you can't handle me." she let out, tossing the microphone to the side as she took her place across of Cecilia, placing her right elbow on the table and hand grasping around the Champion's.

She smirked, feeling a little proud of herself that she got the attention of Cecilia enough to acknowledge her in the very least. Now she had to ensure that she was going to be the only woman on Cecilia's radar as she tightly gripped the hand, "Don't be stalling." she sneered out as she waited for the signal to begin pushing.

Cecilia figured that this would be and easy way to show this Alison chick just what she was in for, and that she was way out of her league right now. It seemed as if the buxom raven haired beauty wanted to jump right into the deep end, but if Cecilia could simply just show her what would happen in a match between the two of them if they fought it out, with a simple arm wrestling contest as a simulation of that match. If Alison saw Cecilia dominate the arm wrestling contest and win with ease, perhaps it would make the cocky up-and-comer that she wasn't ready for this just yet and Cecilia could go on to face someone more worthy.

Cecilia leaned forward and placed her elbow down on the mat and so did Alison, their eyes locked into a deadly stare as Alison threw her words out at the Swede who simply scoffed and chuckled towards the Asian-American. " Yeah right, let's get this over with." Cecilia spoke out as she gripped onto Alison's hand tightly. 

Then the stage hand that had set up the table, placed their hands around the two combatants hands, they held them tightly together and checked the two contestants. " Ready?" she asked, and after both wrestler's had nodded their heads she shouted " Begin!!" Releasing their hands and backing away.

Cecilia quickly went in with all her might right away, wanting to teach Alison a lesson she aimed to try and smack the woman's hand down against the table in a brutal and dominant fashion! Looking to prove she was the strongest...that was...unless Alison packed enough power to stop her.

Alison could feel all of the looks of dismissal and disbelief that she had the gall the challenge the Champion in her short time here. It was aggravating but justified. Gave the Korean-American all the more reason to prove all them wrong and have them bite their tongues when would reach the summit of the league. But the person she wanted to shock and prove wrong the most was none other than the Swede in front of her. That swagger she carried, the way she talked down to everyone (mostly to her), Alison wanted to tear it all down and rip away Cecilia's pride and take it for herself.

Their hands were locked together, neither woman willing to release the other until the claimed victory as the stage hand would release their hands and started the arm wrestling match. Alison gritted her teeth as she threw all of her strength to counter Cecilia's, fingers gripping tightly on the hand as there was a lot of strength to push against.

But Alison would not let Cecilia bully her with power. Especially not power as she tried to enact the same tactic on Cecilia, trying to blitz her way to victory over the champion and try to take her by surprise with her amount of strength!