Mud Match - Cecilia Northman vs. Sabre

"Uhhh... nooo...." Sabre groaned bluntly as she felt her body being dragged out of the mud and put in place for another power move. She wanted to resist, but the shock of the other impacts were dulling her responses. The cavegirl knew this was going to be bad as Cecilia shaped up for a third slam... it seemed that the Swede wasn't just going for the win, now, she was trying to prove a point as well.

Sabre could do nothing but despair, though, as she was hoisted up above Cecilia's shoulders and powerbombed down to the mat yet again, in an impact as savage as the last. She howled in pain, her statuesque body getting really softened up by this harsh treatment. Poor Sabre could barely move right now and was helpless for whatever Cecilia had planned.

Incredibly, the Swede yanked her off the mat AGAIN, groggy Sabre realising with dread that she was going for a FOURTH power move. This was going to be brutal and she didn't know how much more she could take. The hapless Sabre felt herself lifted for another powerbomb... only for her arms to be grabbed at the apex of the move, and for her to be left hanging in a crucifix position.

"Ugh... dammit..." Sabre hissed disgustedly, kicking her hanging legs a little, knowing it was too late to stop the humiliation. There was a resigned scowl on her masked face as she was vaguely aware of the crowd jeering, an extreme embarassment for the proud warrior as her body was paraded round the ring like a trophy. Cecilia would pay for this, she thought darkly. Coming into HER jungle, HER mud ring, and thinking she could pose like this...

The humilation was brutally ended when Sabre was slammed forwards, the crucifix powerbomb dumping her heavily into the mud. Blinding pain crippled her frame, the once-proud cavegirl now twitching and groaning helplessly in the brown slime.

The feeling of slamming Sabre down over and over and over and over again was ecstatic, pure joy filled the entire body of the beautiful blond beauty as she was simply doing all she could to pay Sabre back for the humiliation that she had been forced to suffer through as Sabre had tried to show off complete dominance before in the act of her previous run of moves. However, now it was Cecilia's turn and after yet another powerbomb, followed by a grand finale that had Sabre's body left twitching and groaning in pain in the mud.

Now both beauties were seemingly completely covered in mud, both their fronts and their backs had been dipped in the goop and with their two frames being so similar in build and such, the only way that one could really tell the two girl's apart was the fact that Cecilia's hair was much longer and was sticking to her back, and in Sabre's case it was her mask. The mask?...Cecilia was getting a few ideas, remembering how much her dreaded rival had hated and feared being without her mask in their last match and thinking back to the humiliation that she was forced to suffer at the hands of the stone age babe last time they stepped into the squared circle. There was no way that Cecilia was gonna pass up a chance to humiliate and get some more payback on her buxom tanned rival.

Cecilia would lean down and try and grab onto Sabre's head by the hair on the girl's neck and with it try and pull Sabre up onto her knees. Following which Cecilia would try and send her knee right up into Sabre's chest. Attempting to take the air out of the cave girl's lungs, which the Northern Queen would then follow up by attempting to move behind Sabre and then raise her hands up towards Sabre's head and try and rip off the mask off of the girl's head. Following which Cecilia would quickly try and move to place her foot down against Sabre's back and try to shove the girl's front right down into the mud, attempting to pin the girl down on the front in the mud as the blond beauty would try and keep her foot placed firmly on top of Sabre's back.

If she could do that and get a hold of her rivals mask, Cecilia would raise the bone mask up into the air as a fun little trophy, before she would attempt and move it down and place it down on her own face, attempting to then imitate Sabre's pose from earlier as she would move her arms up and flex her muscles for the crowd. " Raaawr! I best! Sabre worst!" Cecilia would let out as she tried to mock and imitate Sabre a bit.

Sabre gave a dull, tired grunt of pain as she was hauled up onto her knees, her senses reeling and her whole world spinning right now. The savage could take a lot of punishment, but she was clearly very worn down by Ceciliaâ€s phenomenal assault. All she could hope to do right now was to ride out the attack somehow.

However her hopes of survival took another blow as she was kneed in the chest, winding her badly. Grimacing, she wheezed and spluttered, flailing aimlessly at her attacker, who she could no longer see. Groggy Sabre only realised that Cecilia had moved behind her when she felt her hands around her face. The mask was halfway off before Sabre even realised what was happening.

“NO!!!” she screeched, bringing her arms up to try and stop the de-masking, but it was too late. “Donâ€t!! Give it back!!” she wailed, reaching wildly to grab Cecilia, but cut short by a boot to her spine.

“Oh, please!! Please donâ€t… mmphhh!!” The white-haired girlâ€s pleas were cut short as she was shoved to the mat beneath Ceciliaâ€s heel. The hapless victim was pressed face-first into the gloop, spluttering badly, her begging only getting her a mouthful of mud.

It was a truly humiliating scene, but it only got worse as Cecilia held the mask up and mocked the cavegirl, the whole arena laughing and cheering at this turn of events. The once-proud warrior was now pinned under Ceciliaâ€s dominant boot, squirming in the muck.

“Ugh… stop that…” the floored girl whimpered, blinking mud from her eyes, arms reaching out to grab Ceciliaâ€s foot.

With her foot pressed down against the back of Sabre which was forcing the cave girl down into the mud as the blond beauty finally got her chance at a bit of payback and humiliation of the cave girl, something which Cecilia had waited for ever since the end of their last match...anger had seethed inside of Cecilia, a thirst that was only now being quenched. Like a red hot piece of iron that had been dipped into quenching oil.

After posing a bit for the crowd, who in fact seemed to love Cecilia's little charade. Of course if Cecilia hadn't let out what she did it would probably have been difficult to distinguish the two powerhouse wrestlers right now. Their similar height, frame and overall physique made it quite troublesome to tell the two of them apart, especially now that they were both covered from head to toe in mud.

Cecilia had her bit of fun with the posing, before she would remove her foot from Sabre's back and instead try and jump up and come dropping down with her rear right down onto the back of the sexy stone age babe, attempting to get a bit of payback for Sabre's own butt drop down onto the Northern queen's bruised and pained abs.

Following which, the Swedish powerhouse would attempt and lips her arms froward and grab onto Sabre's arms to attempt and pull them up over her knees, so that the fan favorite Cecilia could attempt and then slip those hands in under Sabre's neck and cup them under the girl's chin, in an attempt to lock in a muddy camel clutch submission on her powerful rival. " What's the matter ?! Did the loss of your little mask take away your super powers ? Can't be that stupid cavegirl without it ? " Cecilia would tease Sabre as she tried to wrench back on the white haired girl's neck and back. " Or is it that now you don't have a handy weapon ? How is it you like to use this again ? riiight, bash your head in on people. I remember you did that to me in both our matches. So what's the deal ? Cave girl super powers ? Or is it just a handy weapon ?"

Without her mask, her alter ego was lost. The white-haired wrestler was without Sabreâ€s well of animal aggression and savagery, and she found herself focusing back on her normal mindset, as the more measured Diane. Unfortunately, being at the feet of a vicious brawler was no place to be measured.

“Ungh!!” she wailed as Cecilia butt-dropped onto her back, squashing her already tired body and pinning her firmly in the mud. She couldnâ€t prevent her arms being pulled into a camel clutch lock, and now she was looking and feeling really helpless.

“Stop, please, ahhh!!!” Diane winced as her spine, already softened from the ludicrous amounts of power moves she had suffered, was twisted back. Hot pain was flooding through her neck under Ceciliaâ€s cruel grip. Things were moving fast and she was close to overwhelmed. She needed to stall Cecilia somehow, and would start to plead with the blonde. If she could get her talking it might ease off the ferocity of the submission hold.

“Ghngg.. Please, okay, listen! Itâ€s not a weapon! Itâ€s just a costume! You should give it back!” Diane squealed in clipped, anxious tones.

Crashing down on top of Sabre with that payback butt drop was so intensly satisfying for the smoking hot Cecilia, that she could barley describe the feeling. Payback really was a sweet sensation, revenge was a dish best served cold, and with the time that had passed since their last encounter...well let's just say that the winter had only made it colder.

The blond beauty quite skillfully pulled Sabre up into the painful camel clutch position, all in order to keep torturing the poor cave girl's back. However, as she did so the Northern Queen got to hear something which she had not come to expect from the buxom cave girl. She heard this proud, noble and powerful warrior start to beg for mercy at the hands of the blond bombshell.

Cecilia looked on at the back of Sabre's mud covered head with a bit of confusion, as her hands clasped in underneath the girl's chin and pulled back...though it started to lessen slightly, the pain of the hold wouldn't be the super intense pain that someone with Cecilia's strength could get out of a camel clutch. " Begging are we ? Have I finally broken the poor little Sabre ? ~" Cecilia would ask teasingly as she'd try and rub her butt down against Sabre's back.

Pondering was Cecilia's next course of action, she took a moment as she held the hold locked tight to mull over the situation at hand and the girl's request. " Not a weapon huh ? Why don't I believe you ? " Cecilia would let out in a smug and cocky tone of voice as she would try and really wrench back on the camel clutch, trying to really damage the white haired beauty. Somewhat noticing that Sabre seemed to be willing to form actual sentences that had some sort of structure to them when she spoke now...making Cecilia take a second to ponder over the fact that the big scary cave girl thing might just be an act.

“Stop it…” Diane wailed through gritted teeth as Cecilia toyed with her, although much worse was to come as the Swede suddenly put all her strength into the camel clutch.

“GYAHHH!!!” she screeched, shuddering with pain as her spine reacted viciously to the hold. Diane was getting really tortured here, agony flooding down her back and legs. It felt like it would be a miracle if she could even drag herself out of the mud after this punishment.

It seemed like Diane was colossally out of her depth right now. Her cavegirl persona had provoked the wrath of the hardcore queen, and she no longer had the outfit and self confidence to back it up. Diane would have to face up to some hard truths if she wanted to get this vicious foe off of her.

“Listen! Please! Iâ€m not Sabre! That girl you were fighting, sheâ€s gone now! You know itâ€s true! Sabre would never beg, would she?” Diane pleased, hoping, perhaps naively, that Cecilia would be lenient. “You canâ€t get revenge on Sabre if sheâ€s not here!!”

Sitting on top of Sabre's back and with it being able to pull back on the girl's neck and bend the girl's back in a near C shape as she kept torturing the beautiful white haired girl who was now de-masked and claiming that she wasn't the Stone age babe which Cecilia had been fighting, something that did cause Cecilia to look rather skeptically upon the back of the mud covered tanned beauty's head.

After hearing the girl's cute screams and pleas that only got the powerful Swedish beauty to grit her teeth in a bit of anger. " Do you really think I'm that dumb ?" Cecilia would let out as she would then try and slip Sabre off of her knees and slide her hands up towards the back of the girl's head, only to take a firm hold of the girl's hair by the roots. With which Cecilia would try and pull Sabre's head up towards so that she could whisper into the girl's ear. " If you really aren't Sabre, all I need to do if give you the mask back right ? " Cecilia let out as she would then try and shove Sabre's head forward.

With it she would try and shove Sabre's face down right into the mud and try and choke her out using the mud itself, not too much different from what Sabre had done to her a little bit earlier in this match. " I'll give it back when I've had my fun."

Diane whimpered in dismay as her begging only seemed to make Cecilia angrier. “Please, itâ€s true, I - ahh!” she winced as her hair was roughly pulled. At least the Swede had stopped torturing her spine with the camel clutch, although her new position was hardly much better, her scalp burning at the harsh hair pull.

The poor girl was spluttering helplessly as Cecilia dominated her. Her red eyes widened as she realised Cecilia was about to dunk her face straight into the slimy mud.

“Uck-mmmbllphhh!!” Diane was silenced with a wet squelch as her head was pressed down into the goo and held there. The white-haired girl was in a really humiliating position now, her pretty face now buried in the muck, some of which had even gotten into her open mouth. Her senses were swamped and she tried wriggling her tired body to break free, but didnâ€t have the energy to escape.

A few more moments passed, and Diane realised with alarm that Ceclia planned to keep her down in the mud. She felt the panic of not being able to breathe, and squirmed wildly, but she was completely at Ceciliaâ€s mercy, and the blonde seemed in a particularly cruel mood. Being kept dunked in the mud was gruelling and horrible, but she could only hope Cecilia gave her some air before she passed out.

Technically the ref girl should put a stop to this harsh treatment after some time, but Diane was immersed in the mud and had no way of knowing if or when she would be released, getting groggier and more anguished with each passing second.

Grabbing a hold of the beautiful Sabre's....or rather Diane's hair and shoving it right down into the mud in such a cruel and fierce way as the blond beauty did, got her a few gasps out of the shocked crowd, it wasn't rare to see Cecilia angry but she seemed to be almost outright cruel right now...which was of course a bit of a different side than what they usually saw.

With the girl trapped under the mighty frame of the powerful Swedish viking wrestler, who was basically drowning Sabre' in the gooey muck of the mud, the ref girl quickly realized that she had to intervene. She moved up to Cecilia's side and started screaming in the ear of the beautiful blond who was still wearing that bone mask of Sabre's. After a few more moments of the screaming ref, Cecilia would pull up Sabre's head from the muck and move it up besides hers. All so that she could move her mouth up to Sabre's ear an whisper to the girl.

" Poor weak Sabre...Oh! I guess you aren't Sabre now...hmm...what should I call you ? Weakling ? " Cecilia would let out as she'd attempt and push herself up to a stand while keeping a hold on the white hair of the completely mud covered Diane. If she could get the girl up to a stand along side her, then Cecilia would attempt and turn the stone age babe around so that they were facing each other, moving one hand down to grab place it against Diane's crotch and give it a light squeeze to get a good grip, after which the hand holding Sabre's hair would slide down towards the girl's chest and with it attempt and grope and give one of Sabre's large mounds a tight and painful squeezing of her hand....all before Cecilia would attempt to pour all her power into trying to lift Sabre's body up high into the air, above her head and try and hold the girl up with fully raised arms in a gorilla body press hold. Attempting to show Sabre's frame off like a trophy in-front of the crowd, and try and give herself a much needed boost in her of self confidence in terms of her her own strength. She wanted to prove to Sabre, the crowd, ever wrestler around and even herself that she was the strongest around.