Mud Match - Cecilia Northman vs. Sabre

Diane smiled as Cecilia writhed in pain at the arm bar.

“Well, if you want to act like an animal, I wonâ€t have any problem taming you,” she quipped, grunting cutely with effort as she piled pressure into the hold. This was a lot of fun for her, a great change of pace from playing out brutish cavegirl fantasies as Sabre. The crowd still hadnâ€t truly seen her as Diane, and her face was still hidden by smears of mud, but the fans had to wonder what they were witnessing, and if it heralded the birth of a new personality in AFW. Dianeâ€s mind was swimming with possibilities as she dominated her opponent.

However, it seemed the shadow of Sabre still loomed large. Ceciliaâ€s counter was a clever one, as Diane simply had not been expecting the Swede to use the mask as a weapon and clock her round the face with it. She moaned in shock and pain and fell down into the mud.

Diane's quip caused Cecilia to groan out in annoyance, she was fairly certain that she knew that she herself had said to the wild and animal-like Sabre before, probably more than once. However, it seemed now that Diane was in control and was really putting a great deal of pain and stress on the beautiful blond's arm. That changed soon enough though, as Cecilia took advantage of the hard bone mask and used it to smack Diane right in her face!

With the tanned mud covered beauty falling backwards, Cecilia quickly scrammbled away a bit from her and pushed herself up to her knees. Nearly completly covered in mud just like her equally sized rival who was on her rear in the goop. Mask in hand, Cecilia would glare at the more technical Diane, at least more so than how she had been with the mask on...which Cecilia didn't mind, but it had taken her by quite a bit of surprise.

Cecilia would click her tongue, before she would attempt and toss the mask away out of the ring. " You could never tame me Sa-...What do I even call you now that you claim not to be Sabre ?" Cecilia let out as she would try and inch her way closer to her rival, with raised arms ready to start to grapple with the girl.

Diane was floored and dizzy from the weapon strike. Maybe she could call the ref about the use of a foreign object, although that was probably a non-starter seeing as it had been brought by her in the first place.

Her heart really sank, though, as the mask was thrown out of the ring. It used to be the case that she would be completely lost without it. However, she had scored a few good hits, and her identity was still hidden, so maybe there was hope. It wasnâ€t like she had any other options now, she was stuck in the ring with the Swede and had to find a way to beat her.

She clicked her tongue thoughtfully as Cecilia asked who she was without Sabre. Her first thought was ‘nothingâ€, but she had more pride than that now.

“You donâ€t need to know,” Diane said matter-of-factly, focusing on the fight. Her body was aching from the sustained beating she had taken, and she didnâ€t trust her muscles to hold out in a straight grapple. Whilst shaping to meet Ceciliaâ€s arms, she would try and slip to the side at the last moment, hoping to get behind the Swede and grab her head from there.

With her rival moving up to her knees as well, Cecilia would keep her eyes fixed on the beauty. It was getting quite difficult to tell the two buxom wrestlers apart as they had always been of pretty similar size and shape, but now they were both completely covered in mud which made it all the more difficult to see who was who.

Even so, Cecilia was getting ready to start to square off against Sabre again, at least who she still would call Sabre since the girl was refusing to give her a 'real name' of any sorts. " Uh huh. I'll beat you down all the same." Cecilia said as a bit of a grin would appear on her face.

Diane soon moved up towards her and before Cecilia could try and move into initiate the grapple, the buxom foe had already slipped to the side of the blond beauty and grabbed a hold of her head. However, Cecilia quickly attempted to fight back by trying to wrap her arms around Diane's waist and with it try and pull the two of them up towards their feet. " Bad move!" Cecilia let out as she would then try and lift Sabre off of her feet and then try and throw her rival back with a backdrop suplex right into the mud!

“Ah!” Diane called in alarm as Cecilia twisted out of what she had hoped would be an imposing grapple. This left the two wrestlers on even footing, which Diane knew would be a disadvantage for her tired body.

Her fears proved to be well-founded, as Cecilia immediately grabbed her and lifted her up into a sickeningly high backdrop suplex.

“Oh no!” she wailed as she realised how devastating this was going to be.

Poor Diane was thrown down with astonishing force, driving hard into the mud. Her body bounced up and rolled over a few times from the impact. Every bone in her body was rattled by the blow, and she was left utterly stunned on the muddy mat. Her attempt at wrestling without her mask appeared to be over.

Smacking her buxom tanned rival hard into the mud which splashed all around them from the heavy impact of the powerful backdrop suplex. It was a near call there as Sabre had nearly gotten the best of her again...and even Cecilia had to admit that if such a thing had happened...she wasnt' certain she could have survived another assault from Sabre and come back from it.

With Sabre down in the mud, Cecilia would haul her own mud covered and very tired body up from the mud and get up onto her knees. Facing Diane's body as she would fix her red eyes on the frame of the beautiful stone age babe, letting out a few heavy breaths and groans as her pained abs were straining and making her life difficut.

Cecilia's hands would then try and lean down and attempt to grab a hold of a handful of Diane's mud covered hair, attempt to pull the girl up to her knees so the two of them would be face to face. Leaning her forehead up against her rivals as she would press her large breasts against her long time foe. " Hah...Too late to change styles and tactics Sabre...Maybe before I had completely wrecked you, but too late for you now. Good try though, but this is my win! With or without a mask, you don't stand a chance! It's always gonna be the same...." Cecilia let out as she would then try and pull the two of them up towards their feet.

If she could do that, then Cecilia would proceed to try and turn Sabre around and then bend down to attempt and slide one of her arms in between Sabre's legs and another around the girl's throat, and grip onto the girl's chin. With that the Northern Queen would attempt to haul the Stone Age babe up into the air on top of her shoulder, attempting to put the beautiful Sabre in a painful Torture rack submission hold. Cecilia would let out a crying grunt as she was straining her body in order to try and show off her strength and dominance over the powerful Cave girl wrestler. " Kh..! Give up Sabre!"

Diane was out of it. Her whole body ached and she could barely move. She was an easy mark for the pin, and in her groggy state she wondered if she had already lost the match.

Cecilia didnâ€t seem to want to let her off easily though. Too much bad blood had passed between these girls, even if Diane had been masked for the majority of it. The downed girl groaned weakly as she was painfully yanked up, and listened dully to the Swedeâ€s lecture. Right now, she had no answer.

Diane mumbled feebly as she felt herself being hauled into the air. Yet another power move? However, when she ended up across Ceciliaâ€s shoulders, she realised she was trapped in the dreaded Torture Rack. The pain made her realise, certainly, as waves of agony hit her tired body.

“Ahhhhghh!!” she let out a strangled cry as she was stretched in the debilitating hold. It was an impressive show of strength from the Swede and Diane looked utterly dominated now.

“Nghhhh…. No…. not Sabre….” she whimpered through gritted teeth. In truth, she was close to passing out or submitting from the pain, but she wanted to set that final point right, even in defeat.

Holding the beautiful Diane up int the air with that painful torture rack, which was in truth very difficult for Cecilia to keep up. Her abs had been completely destroyed earlier by Sabre and the constant usage of powermoves and heavy attacks she had had to perform in order to best her rival had left her feeling very tired and drained, not to mention in pain.

Cecilia still kept fighting though as she did her best to torture the busty Diane to as much of an extent that the back of the sexy white haired girl would allow. Even now, that both beauties were maskless again and covered in mud from head to toe, it was near impossible to destinguish between the voluptous rivals. The crowd cheered out though, for Cecilia and even a few for Sabre.

Hearing the girl let out what she did, Cecilia would shake her head a bit and try and bend Sabre's back over her shoulders even further. "...right right...Not that I know what else to call you...so for now how about I say you are Miss Loser!!!" Cecilia shouted out as she would try and keep bending Diane's strong and sexy back across her shoulders. " Give up ?!"

Diane knew she had been asking for trouble with that final piece of defiance, and she certainly paid for it as Cecilia intensified the hold.

“AHHH!!” she yelled as her position became even more excruciating. She was a picture of defeat as her mud-coated body was bent at an unfortunate angle across the big blondeâ€s shoulders. White-hot agony was firing through her nerves and the suspended girl was struggling to stay conscious. She would suffer serious damage if she tried to cling on, and without her mask, her reckless streak was much diminished. She hated the way Cecilia gloatingly called her a loser, but there was nothing she could do about it.

“AHHH! I SUBMIT!!” Diane wailed bitterly, consumed by pain and needing it to stop.

The screams of Diane filled the arena and started to dim the cheers for the Stone age babe, the cheers for Cecilia who looked as if she was in complete control over her rival were only getting louder and louder, it seemed as if they were all starting to understand what the situation was like. With the amount of damage that Sabre had taken from Cecilia's powerful powermoves and finisher had weakened the girl's back to such a state were most people doubted that the girl could withstand this hold.

Many in the crowd were just amazed at how long the girl was lasting and how defiant she was, it was enough to make more and more people start to cheer, little by little it seemed as a light was being brought into the eyes of the crowd that Sabre, or rather Diane who they did not know were quite the impressive and interesting wrestler.

Sadly though, that light was snuffed out for now. Like a candle blown out by a gust of wind, that cry of Diane's cemented the result of the match. The bell rang shortly after Diane's cry of submission. From where Cecilia would drop the girl down off of her shoulders, quickly stepping away a bit and placing her hands upon her thighs, bending over and sticking her butt out as the blond beauty took in many deep breaths, as well as let out a groan of pain.

She had managed to defeat her hated rival, in her own ring! under her own conditions! And by getting her to submit no less. The feeling made Cecilia extatic as she raised one arm high into the air in triumph. After which she would turn around and look down upon Diane's sexy body in the mud. From there the beautiful blond would attempt to roll the white haired wrestler over onto her back and then attempt to place her right foot down upon Diane's large breasts, pressing her sole down hard against the girl's tits and striking a triumphant pose. " It is done...Y-you lost...Sabre, Loser, Dumbass, whatever should I call you. Accept your defeat with pride though little loser. You put up a decent fight. Though compared to me...you are nothing." Cecilia let out as she would then remove her foot off of Diane's chest and start to head out of the ring, keeping her arm raised up into the air to revel in the cheers of the crowd.