AV 13 Hardcore: Cecilia Northman Vs. Heather Sunderland

Her knee was aching, the pulsating pain that was easing up by the seconds...still it was easing up too slowly for what Cecilia wanted. She needed to get back at Heather, she couldn't have the girl talk about her like this...the longer Heather had the upper hand the worse things would only get for the blond bombshell, she knew that better than anyone...What could she do though ? Heather was dragging her off towards the ropes, with Cecilia trying to claps her own knee and try to hold through the pain.

It wasn't long before Heather had reached the ropes and with them bounced up into the air, Cecilia gritted her teeth and bit through what was to come. Heather's knee crashed down onto the back of Cecilia's, the powerhouse could feet the weight of Heather coming down in that weak point that was the back of the knee, and with it feeling all the weight accumulating down onto her kneecap that bounced off the mat. " Nggh!" Cecilia let out through gritted teeth, as she was forced to endure the pain for now.

Heather was loving how she was able to pick apart Cecilia's knee like this, slamming her own onto the back of her's, but this was just the beginning in her eyes. She nodded her head, sliding out of the ring before reaching under the ring for a chair. She would pull it out, laughing a bit at herself before sliding back into the ring, just eyeing Cecilia. This was the perfect opportunity for her to bring more and more pain to Cecilia, hopefully weaken her up nicely and set herself up for a big win.

Approaching her, she had quite the idea, but had to make sure she was down first. She would raise the chair above her head before attempting to slam it down on the knee area of Cecilia's leg, grinning wide as she did.

The blond remained in the ring, tending to her hurt leg as Heather slid out and went to look for whatever weapon that she could find. " Kh..." Cecilia let out in a frustrated manner, with a click of her tongue she would start to try and crawl away a bit. Though...such a feat proved somewhat useless as she didn't get far away from Heather before the girl came back into the ring, now with a weapon in hand. The gleaming red eyes of the Swede went wide as she looked up and saw that chair coming straight down for her.

A loud smack was heard, the metal chair slammed down hard against the knee of Cecilia and with it a shout escaped from the blond. " AAagh!!" she cried out as her arms went down and would hug her knee towards her body, holding it tightly and trying to make sure that nothing had been broken by that last attack. With the amount of pain she was feeling in her knee there wasn't any way that she could be sure without checking.

Successfully hitting that chair shot, Heather nodded her head, taking in and letting out a deep breath. She nodded to herself before opening the chair a bit, reaching down for Cecilia's leg and trying to yank her leg into the opening, wrapping the chair around her knee area. She raised her hands in the air, basking in the crowd reaction before she would go to climb up to the top rope. Doing a little pose again, she would leap off, trying to land her feet on the chair, hoping to crush Cecilia's knee in between it, looking for quite the decisive hit!

Cecilia winced and groaned in pain as she laid on the mat, holding her knee to the best of her ability, that was at least....until Heather pulled it free from the blond's grasp, and with it began to trap her leg in between that steel chair. All that Cecilia could do at the moment was wince in pain as she tried to pull the chair off of her leg. When she heard the crowd let out their cheers for Heather, the blond bombshell looked up towards the top ropes in the corner to see Heather standing there. Of course it was a high flying move that Heather would try and pull off...

With that, Cecilia felt as if she had a chance now. When Heather leaped off the ropes the Swede would attempt to place her hands down against the mat and forecully push herself up of the mat and make a roll, despite the pain of her knee, she would attempt to roll out of the ring and down onto the barley padded floor. Landing on her feet she would wince in pain, before she went to try and kick off the chair that was around her leg.

Heather was fully confident in herself, ready to show off whatshe could do as she leaped off the ropes. What she didn't expect though, was that Cecilia would be able to have the time to get out of the way. Her eyes widened as she landed on the mat, causing her to roll forward and grit her teeth. "D-damnit.." She let out, her legs reverberating and shaking from landing on nothing but the mat as she watched Cecilia roll out of the ring.

"Not getting away that easy!" She slowly stood up, shaking off her legs before rolling out as well, trying to chase Cecilia down and attempt to leap and dropkick her in the chest.

Hearing Heather yell out like she did, it wasn't difficult to figure that her rival was coming after her. So as she had managed to kick off the steel chair, Cecilia took a look in at the ring, seeing Heather running at her at full speed before diving down into a sliding drop kick. Cecilia knew how to avoid this though, she grasped the ring side with her hand. If it wasn't because of the pain in her knee she could have done this easier and of course painless, but for now she was forced to hold onto the ring side as she attempted to duck down so that there was no part of her that was showing up above the edge of the ring. Hopefully it would mean that Heather slid out past and over her, in that case Cecilia would attempt to spring into action.

The Berserker would quickly attempt and move up to press her chest against Heather's back and with it tried to wrap her arms around Heather's neck and head, trying to pull her rival into a tightly locked sleeper hold.

Heather grinned as she slid out to kick Cecilia, but instead would hit nothing but air. She yelped out, stumbling a bit on her feet on the outside before suddenly feeling herself locked right in that sleeper hold. As if just that wasn't enough, it also made her feel Cecilia's breasts pressing nicely against her back, causing her to blush red as she was forced to endure that submission. "G-gh! L-let go!" She let out, shaking her head as she struggled and squirmed with her, desperately trying to reach up and pry her arms away from her, trying to get out of the sleeper as quickly as she could before it took its toll.

Cecilia gritted her teeth as she locked Heather in tightly into that sleeper hold, feeling how Heather began to struggle in her grip and moving her arms up to try and pry the mighty arms of the blond beauty. Cecilia couldn't have any of that as to counter she attempted to lift Heather's feet of the floor and spin them around, all to try and shove them forward following the turn, attempting to push Heather's chest against the ring side with as much power as Cecilia could manage, giving it her all to ram her rival against the side of the ring as she attempted to keep up the sleeper hold to the best of her ability.

" Got you now Heather." Cecilia would whisper into Heather's ear as she attempted to push forward, attempting to completely trap Heather between the ringside and her own body, pushing up as closely as possibly to her rival, and with it squeezing tightly upon Heather's neck and head with her powerful arms. " You're not getting away this time."

Heather continued to fight her, desperately prying before suddenly feeling her lift her up. Her eyes widened, yelling out as she was spun around with her, as always a little stunned at Cecilia's strength before she was shoved hard against the ring, her chest slammed right into it, knocking the air out of her quite a bit. She groaned out weakly, the sleeper hold really starting to take its toll as she fought to keep conscious.

"Gh...n-no..you don't.." She shook her head as much as she could, shivering at her whisper and t he fact that her body was pressed tightly against her, sandwiching her there. She desperately struggled, trying to push at whatever she could, wanting to get away and get out as she wasn't sure how much more she could stand in this.