The Brash and The Champion

A weakened groan was the only thing that Alison let out, her upper back was on fire in pain after taking the triple German as she was left folded up with legs hanging just above her face. She soon twist and flopped onto the ground, coughing and groaning as she rolled onto her stomach. The Champion's brutal attack was nothing like Alison had experienced, the Champion seizing the initiative and never letting up.

Just as she was about to start pushing her practically deadweight body off of the ground, her hands grabbing tightly on her hair that plucked peeled her up easily as it almost ripped her glorious raven mane right out of her head before being shoved head first between Cecilia's thighs. Groggy and dazed, Alison had little idea what was going on as she felt the gorgeous bust planting down on her back and raising her up off of the floor until she was dangling in the air, held up by her arms!

Alison stirred awake to realize that she was caught in her own move, the Crucifix Powerbomb! The fact that Cecilia had a similar move was completely unknown to Alison and thought that the Champion herself was spiting her with this stolen finish.

She didn't have much time to dwell on it, Cecilia tossing her forward as she went crashing into a painful heap onto her shoulders!

Cecilia was going to show Alison how one really did a Crucifix powerbomb, and why the Swede was the champion and the strongest woman around! As she had full control now after those three German Suplexes, Cecilia would take a step forward, flaunting her strength a bit as she walked around while holding the buxom Alison up by her arms.

After a second or two more, Cecilia threw the woman down onto her shoulders with that brutal Ragnarök! Cecilia would roll her shoulders and start to move up towards her feet, she'd crank her neck from left to right and raise her right foot up from the mat, and place it right against Alison's butt as the woman's legs were folded over her head. Cecilia would lean onto her own leg and look down at Alison.

"Not so cocky now, are you? You know what kid. You want a match that bad, well fine I'll give you a chance at my belt."

After Cecilia had tossed her to the ground, Alison was left in a folded manner with her legs hanging above her face suspended in the air, gasping and panting in pain as it shoot through out her body starting from her shoulders and neck. She wasn't even given the chance to flop down in a straight position as Cecilia's boot planted itself right on her butt and kept her folded as the Champion looked down between her legs.

Glaring through one pained eye as the other was shut tight from the bomb, Alison growled out. This was not how she wanted her momentum to be going into a match with the Champion, the champ getting the last laugh so to speak.

But Alison still got what she wanted, after sufficiently provoking the Champion from Swede she had gotten to the point where Cecilia would allow her to challenge her to a match for the Championship. No doubt it was to prove her point that Alison wasn't anywhere near her level. But the Brash Upstart was determined to prove that wrong. "B....bitch." she growled out, only able to muster one word after the violent powerbomb.

Cecilia would tilt her head as she looked down on Alison's face, watching the hurting expression as Alison was fighting to throw a comeback at the Swede, ending with a simple word which Cecilia could only smirk at those words. Shaking her head a little the Swede would finally step away from Alison's rear and start to walk away.

" I'll see you in the ring, bitch~" The Swede said as she would begin to walk away from Alison, she was going to make sure that the two of them could have a match and settle things, after all now each of them had basically beat the crap out of each other and crucifix powerbombed the other into the ground / a table.

All that was left was for the two of them fight it out for the belt....which was what Alison wanted to begin with.