Friction World Title Match: Odessa Brock vs. Cecilia Northman (c) V

Odessa vs. Cecilia: Plexiglass Cell Match for the Title

Setting: Plexiglass Cell
Rules: Last Woman Standing

Winner is crowned the Friction World Champion.

Continuing from here...

Yes, there was a championship at stake, but Odessa really didn't pay it any mind at all. All of her focus was truly on Cecilia, on punishing the blonde, on once again reclaiming the lead in their series of brutal battles with each other. She would never be satisfied being equal with her golden-haired rival. One win, one loss, two draws...it was infuriating that Ceci was able to claim that she was better than Odessa in any way, when the British bombshell had beaten her opponent down time and time again, winning more decisively when she won, and dealing more damage to her foe when they drew...or when she lost.

Odessa smirked as she reached the top of the ramp, striking a pose with her hands on her hips as the lights hit her and her music began to play. Sure, Cecilia was an excellent fighter. She was better than almost every other fighter on the planet. The gap between them wasn't exactly a gulf—but there was no doubt, when one looked at the actual facts of the case, that Odessa outperformed Cecilia when they met. She was more elegant and personable, too. Tonight, perhaps, she would be able to teach her longtime frenemy some humility.

With the plexiglass cell hanging suspended above the ring to allow the wrestlers to enter, Odessa would step up onto the ring apron, turning and giving the crowd a wave which brought a huge, thunderous response, as this audience was treated to the unexpected treat of an unscheduled title grudge match between two of the most popular warriors in the world. Odessa swung herself underneath the top rope into the ring, feeling limber and energized tonight, her legs moving smoothly and gracefully as she straightened up again and stretched out her arms, moving across the ring towards her corner.

She didn't reach her corner, though. She would turn and wait for Cecilia in the center of the ring, stretching herself out and warming up her muscles. She had not initially planned to fight tonight—in fact, she and Ceci had been meant to have something of a friendly night out—but she couldn't put out the fire in her belly. She was ready to make Cecilia hurt. She was ready to make Cecilia bleed. She watched the top of the ramp with a smile on her lips, waiting for her foe.

Tonight was without a doubt a special night. The Friction World Champion was facing off against none other than Odessa Brock, one of Cecilia Northman's most prolific rivals, The two of them had been butting heads for years now and it didn't seem as if they were going to stop anytime soon, but they looked to find out who was the superior woman tonight. It meant putting the belt on the line, but Cecilia was far more focus tonight on putting Odessa in her place once and for all, beneath her boot.

The Swede stepped out onto the ramp shortly after the buxom ebony skinned beauty, and with it she walked down the ramp. Dressed in her usual wrestling attire as she had her belt wrapped around her waist, she marched her way towards the ring as the tunderous applause of the crowd drowned out her entrance music.

She kept walking. Making her way towards the ring as her eyes shifted up towards the large plexiglass cage above, she would roll her eyes before moving up into the ring, unbuckling her belt and handing it off towards the referee as she stepped right into the center of the ring and up into Odessa's face. Wasting little time to go tit to tit with her long time rival. A smirk on her face, " I hope you're ready to lose, Odessa."

Odessa grinned as Cecilia appeared and made her way down to the ring, the crowd giving her about as loud a welcome as they had given Odessa. The two of them were both remarkably long-tenured fighters here at AFW, and considering how even their fights had always been the crowd was always divided almost right down the middle. In fact, there was a sizeable contingent which did not give its support to one amazon or the other, but was just in it for the blood, and screamed for whichever woman delivered it. And Odessa was determined that there would be plenty of it tonight. She was going to paint the walls of their cage with Ceci's blood. And her tears.

Cecilia climbed up into the ring, handing off the belt to the referee and stepping right up to Odessa in the center of the ring, just as the British woman knew she would. Odessa wasn't going to bother pretending like this was anything but a personal fight between the two of them, to (temporarily, at least) settle their score. She didn't need her corner, or need to show off any more to appease the audience. Now that Ceci was right in front of her, Odessa gave the blonde her undivided attention as she thought about how best to shatter that big, pale body.

As the blonde got in her face, Odessa pushed her chest out and felt that satisfying feeling of her huge tits conquering Cecilia's already, squashing those tiny Swedish breasts flat and nearly driving her nipples back up into her body. Odessa chuckled as she gave Cecilia an extra little nudge, showing off her chest's superiority and bringing their noses squishing together. "I hope you're ready to cry, Cecilia."

Now that they were both in the ring, their generous frames pressing together as their impressive breasts instantly went to work trying to overpower the other. Just as their usual battle it was dead even between the two impressive pairs with neither woman giving any ground. Cecilia couldn't help but feel her blood pumping wilder and wilder, her skin was itching, her hair stood on ends. Excitement was racing through her, just like every time that she and Odessa stepped into the ring. That was the reason why Odessa was her number one rival. Cause Odessa was the woman who gave Cecilia the best matches, matches which Cecilia remembered and felt for days after, matches that were spoken about for months or even years. 


Cecilia was going to settle their score now, this match wasn't for a belt, it wasn't even to settle a score for her if she was honest. This match was just a chance to fight, and destroy Odessa Brock. That was all that mattered to the blond. She smirked at Odessa's words, and shortly enough she would raise her arms up. Right about the time that the cage dropped. 


The blond would gesture with her head up towards those hands. " Usual start? We still haven't settled on who's stronger." Cecilia spoke out as she would flash a grin towards Odessa. 

All of those physiological reactions that Cecilia was feeling, Odessa felt in equal measure. Her heart was beating faster with every second, the anticipation of the start of the fight driving her wild. Her whole body was roiled by flashes of intense heat, her hair stood on end, and she couldn't help but let the corners of her mouth twitch up into a big, excited smile, no matter how much she tried to keep a stoic look on her face. It wasn't going to happen. Stepping into the ring with Cecilia made Odessa happy. As bitchy as the two of them could be with each other outside of the ring, there was no denying the incredible satisfaction of a brawl between perfect rivals. Cecilia could compete with Odessa on every level, and the anticipation and the excitement was why Cecilia was Odessa's number one rival.

As the two of them stared into each other's eyes, green meeting red, Odessa could tell Cecilia was feeling very similar sensations, thinking very similar thoughts. Of course she would be, with how similar the two of them were. They were so similar every one of their four matches had come down to a single punch. Once it was Odessa knocking Ceci off the pier with one last gasp. Once it was Ceci battering Odessa down to the shower floor with the last of her strength. And twice the two of them had been so evenly matched that not even a single punch separated them, and they were left snoozing together in the middle of the ring.

Odessa loved fighting with Ceci. As the plexiglass cage dropped and closed them in together, and Cecilia raised her hands, Odessa's twitchy smile broke out into a big, brilliant grin, and she couldn't help but giggle with excitement. "Sometimes, Ceci, you have very, very good ideas," she admitted, as she raised her hands, too, and locked her fingers together with her blonde rival's, their bodies now connected all down the length of their arms as well as torso to torso. "Spare each other no agony. We can always make up for all of the pain later."

They were in position. The crowd outside the cage was roaring, but Odessa could barely hear them. She focused in completely on Cecilia. When the bell rang, Odessa would immediately shove forward with everything she had, trying to bend her foe's arms backwards, and trying to bully her tits into submission!

Rolling her shoulders a little as she would ready up for Odessa. The Swede wouldn't waste a moment, when Odessa's hands came up she'd grasp them tightly, entwining fingers with her buxom rival and instantly pressed forward. The cage was dropped and the match was underway, the crowd was drowned out by Cecilia literally bonking her forehead into her rival's and golden and white bangs mixed together.

Cecilia smirked as her tits and Odessa's began to struggle even further, working double time to try and squash the other pair. Grunting out a little, the blond dug her feet into the canvas and started to try and take a step forward. Looking to bully and force Odessa back a step, a wide grin on her face as her forehead was literally trying to bore itself into Odessa's skull through the ebony skinned woman's forehead. " Nrgh....Haven't missed a day in the gym, huh?" Cecilia let out as she would try and use her hands to arch those wrists of Odessa back and gain some more leverage over the beautiful British lass.

Odessa breathed in, then breathed out, feeling Cecilia's breathing synchronizing with hers, the two of them forming an almost symbiotic bond as they pressed into each other as hard as they possibly could, their bodies fitting together perfectly. If they hadn't fit exactly right when the women first met, they surely did now, after years of bashing foreheads and slamming tits, very slowly shaping each other's body through such motions to better accommodate this kind of docking. Odessa grinned as she slammed forward as hard as she could, breasts crushing into Cecilia's, trying to invert the Swedish pair and turn them into craters rather than mountains, while she tried to take a step forward and start the long process of forcing Cecilia back into a corner.

Ceci tried to move forward at the same time, and of course as they both shoved into each other neither of them would be able to budge the other. Neither woman was able to step forward, but neither was shoved back—not an inch, not a millimeter, not a single atom's worth of space was ceded by either busty amazon. At the same time, the two grinning warriors kept their foreheads compressed tightly together, Odessa using her skull in much the same way as she was using her tits, trying to grind Cecilia's forehead away and assert supremacy. Odessa would even battle with her eyes, as she hadn't blinked once since beginning the test of strength, her green eyes daring her rival's red ones to match her gaze.

"Mmnf...of course not...after our unfortunate draw I was not going to get back into this ring without having done everything I could to ensure I was the stronger of the two of us..." Odessa grumbled back, as she felt Ceci's hands twitch and she immediately shoved forward with hers, trying to bend her rival's wrists backwards. Odessa felt one of her hands, her right, possibly making progress, beginning to force the Swedish woman's back—but at the same time, of course, she felt her left hand moving back, bending, struggling to keep up the fight against her foe's...an advantage for each of them, here and there, but even, as always.

"But clearly you've been to the gym daily, as well," Odessa observed, as she slid a leg forward slightly, aiming to gain a superior footing and balance relative to her opponent, with her leg between Ceci's and her thigh bumping into the woman's crotch.

Cecilia and Odessa's frames were practically like puzzle pieces right now, sliding into a form fitting position against one another, ever aspect except their breasts which were fighting for dominance over one another. The Swede couldn't help but grunt out a little as she and Odessa struggled against one another.

The two generous pairs were trying to crush one another but it seemed as if neither was gaining any ground on the other impressive pair of breasts. Cecilia would grunt out as she pressed tighter into Odessa. Her and Odessa tried to gain the upper hand over the other.

Cecilia's left wrist was twisted back and Odessa's right the same, and when Odessa stepped forward and pressed her leg in between her thighs and up against her groin, so did Cecilia the same. Mirroring each other, Cecilia would let out a light huff of air against Odessa's lips. " Hah! Like i'd ever let you get the upper hand." Cecilia said as she would suddenly throw everything forward, weight, power and all, while sliding her leg in behind Odessa's and trying to sweep it. Looking to throw Odessa down onto the mat with the blond landing on top, her generous breasts crashing down on Odessa's.

As always, the two women were putting everything they had into this test of strength, and as always they were utterly even. As they both tried to bend back the other's hands, they each made a tiny bit of headway against the other's left wrist, but felt their own shoved back in equal measure. Odessa slid a leg up in between Cecilia's to try to disrupt the blonde's balance and solidify her own standing, but she felt her Swedish arch-rival do the same thing at the same time, bringing the two of them even closer together as their breasts continued to flatten each other equally and neither woman gave up any fraction of an inch.

Odessa smirked as Ceci tried to taunt her, and when she felt the blonde shove forward, Odessa did the same, their bodies slamming even harder into each other, their tits reduced to the equivalent of A-cups, or even past that, as they completely compressed against each other, perfect duplicates in ebony and ivory. Of course, this test of strength wouldn't go on forever, and since Ceci had copied Odessa's leg movement the Briton figured her foe would be trying something with that. And she did, trying to sweep Odessa's leg from behind, tripping her up and bringing them down! Odessa wasn't able to balance on one leg, and she started to fall—but she was prepared.

"Ha! Like you'd even have a choice!" Odessa fired back at her foe, as she coiled her leg around Ceci's leading one and twisted her body as the blonde shoved her back and off-balance, aiming to use that rotational momentum and convert it into the rough equivalent of a hip toss, not just bringing Cecilia down on her back, but SLAMMING her down hard enough to rattle her bones!

Cecilia and Odessa were without a doubt locked into quite and intense battle as it looked as if neither competitor was willing to back down even and inch. With how dead even they were in most if not all aspects of strength, skill and endurance it would be a wonder if this test of strength didn't end with them both passed out in each other's arms from exhaustion. Yet it was Cecilia who tried to turn things around first, knowing that that would simply be a boring fight, she took to instead trying to sweap out Odessa's leg. 

It worked. somewhat...but it wasn't as successful as Cecilia had hoped, as it looked as if Odessa was more than ready for it. Her Ebony skinned rival took that loss of balance on the part of the two of them for the moment and turned it against Cecilia instead. Spinning on her standing leg and throwing Cecilia moment and power against her to throw her over Odessa's deliciously curved hip and down onto the mat with a powerful slam thanks to that hiptoss! 

"Uurgh!" Cecilia cried out as she was slammed down, surprised and stunned by the sudden turn of events as Odessa once again decided to prove why she was one of, if not the most prevelant of the Friction World Champion's rivals.