The Bald and the Bold - Cecilia Northman vs. River Styx

Almost there - once Styx dug into her arsenal, she could start swinging the pendulum back in her favor. The only question was what she'd used - the can itself was a bit too unwieldy, Northman was too quick for it under normal circumstances. The pliers were more for fun than an outright weapon. But the brass knuckles? Those had some promise. Damaging, but easy to conceal, even with her outfit baring so much skin.

She grabbed the knuckle and kept them under her body, staying on her chest as Northman approached, intending to just strike her right in the face when she came over - but she didn't do that. Instead, she grabbed hold of Styx's leg and pulled her back, dragging her across the ring, kicking and screaming all the way as she was locked into a painful ankle hold.

Trying to keep the brass knuckles concealed, she tucked them into her bra and started crawling forward, gritting her teeth as she tried to pull away. "Enjoy it while you can, Northman..."

With a hold of the bald girl's leg and now locking in the painful ankle lock submission hold upon her, twisting and hyper-extending the girl's foot, shin and ankle of course, in a painful way all in order to try and cut Styx down to size a bit and make sure to put a good long hurt on the so far seeming to be a very brawler heavy girl.

Cecilia had dealt with many many brawlers in her years of wrestling. In fact it tended to be the people that Cecilia had the worst kind of relationships with and in truth if she was to be perfectly honest, faired up worst against in matches. The quick brawler style of heaving punches and such worked poorly against Cecilia's grappling and powermove heavy style. Of course, Cecilia was able to brawl efficiently and all, but if she was up against a girl who was mostly equal in skill or at least close, safe bet was that if they were a brawler, then they'd have a bit of an edge over the Northern Queen.

So far though, things were going good for Cecilia. Her newfound experience against brawlers here in AFW , had given her a good deal of insight of how to deal with these punch and kick heavy fools. For that reason, Cecilia tried to wrench on as hard as she could upon the ankle lock, attempting to keep the girl's foot pressed up closer towards the mighty chest of the beautiful blond powerhouse, as she tried her best to keep Styx locked in and in around the center of the ring to not give her any easy escape. " Why is is that all the bitches, always use my last name to speak to me ? Is it a collective bitch thing that you people just decided on doing ?" Cecilia teased Styx as she honestly asked a fair question, as such seemed to be the case more often than not.

Styx grit her teeth and kept trying to move forward, crawling inch by inch - fortunately, Cecilia wasn't using the leglock-scissor version of this move; that would be less painful, but much harder to escape from. This slow crawl to the ropes would be a pain, though, and even if she got them, Cecilia would be in a prime position to take her out as she recovered. A more direct method of escape was needed - she had to hurt her and get her to back off, if just for a few moment.

Styx just groaned at Cecilia's question, burying her head into the mat. "Cecilia's...ugh. It's too many syllables. 'Northman' roles off the tongue, easier. Also evokes a certain level of disdain, like your name isn't worth remember. My best guess." Slight pause. "You fucking cunt."

She pushed up and tried to twist around in the direction her ankle was being twisted, going to her back to reverse the hold and kick 'Northman' away.

The Northern Queen raised her eyebrow quizzically at Styx's statement about why Styx had chosen to call her Nortman, she couldn't really deny the reason as being stupid or anything, it was a fair enough reason she supposed and it wasn't like she disliked it. Cecilia was very proud of her last name. Still it did prove to be all about disdain and so on in the end, which simply made Cecilia try and wrench Styx's ankle a bit more.

" Oh shut it!" Cecilia answered Styx's little outburst of insult, as she seen got to see Styx twist around and with it rolled herself out of the position that Cecilia had forced the girl into. Moving herself onto her back and then kicked up her legs. Forcing Cecilia to let go and back off, damn near stumbling back because of those kicks.

Styx was sorely tempted to respond with a 'No, you!' Really, there wasn't much else to say to such a banal reply.

The reversal was a bit of a gambit, but it worked perfectly, knocking Northman away and putting her on her back, a moment of vulnerability the Styx intended to seize it.

With Cecilia stumbling back, Styx tried to roll forward and stand as quick as she could on one leg, fitting the brass knuckles over one hand while other held the ropes for support. She reeled back her fist, took aim, and threw a hard, metal enforced punch right for Northman's sumptuous bust, looking to knock out even more wind from her sails.

Staggering back after the kick that she had just taken, Cecilia was left in a rather vulnerable position that put her at a bit of risk. The plus side though was that she didn't think that Styx was gonna be able to move up and counter attack before she could come back into the match.

Of course such was not the case, as the bald girl pushed herself up and came rushing towards Cecilia, moving in as the blond beauty was just getting back into her grappling stance, and with it had not the time to block the incoming punch. Cecilia's eyes went wide as the brass knuckled fist struck her right in her gorgeous bust. Driving Cecilia back two steps from the impact which caused the blond beauty to stagger back, her lungs burned in pain as nearly all the air in them had rushed out from her gaping mouth which was gasping for air.

After a second or two Cecilia crumpled down onto her knees, a hand clutching her aching chest as her widened eyes and gaping mouth showed just how bad the situation had gotten for her.

That move cost Styx, too - her leg really was not ready to support her weight after the hold it had endured, and it let her know this by almost immediately giving way after she landed the punch, making her fall to one knee, pain shooting up through her leg.

When she saw Cecilia crumple down beside her, though, she smiled. It was more than worth it. The look on her face was priceless - Styx made a mental note to see if she could find a photo with a good shot of it later. It would make an awesome wallpaper for her phone.

Styx pounced on Cecilia, grabbing the blonde by her hair and trying to slam her face right into the mat while she in a good position for it. "You're awful quiet all the sudden. Nothing more to say? Too much blood in your mouth?"

The painful blow that Cecilia had taken straight to her chest, which had driven up nearly all traces of air in her system had more than just put Cecilia down onto her knees, it had greatly pained her chest and was now causing her lungs to burn because of the lack of air. Cecilia's throat was stinging and feeling as if someone had rubbed sand paper against her windpipes.

The worst part about all of this though, was not the pain or the ill sensation of being drained of the air in your lungs in just one second. No, the worse part was how smug her opponent was over the fact, something that still infuriated the beautiful blond wrestler. Who was not able to either respond nor act as Styx took a hold of her golden locks and yanked her down, slamming the beautiful blond powerhouses head down into the mat, face first. Making Cecilia crash down onto her front as a result, which left her groaning and coughing in pain and for air.

"So rude. Really."

Styx crawled on top of Cecilia, slithering over her body as she mounted her from behind - Styx couldn't deny she enjoyed the feel. But she wasn't hear for pleasure - no, this was a business affair, plain and simple, and it wasn't about time she sealed the deal.

She could probably win, right here - a solid strike with the brass knuckles to her head and Cecilia would be doing good to stand up in three days, let alone three minutes. But no - she had to drag this one out - enjoy it. It wasn't every day you saw a queen fall off her throne, after all.

"Now, what did you say about breaking me? Were you going to do it..." She tried to grab Cecilia's wrist, yank her arm up, and strike her elbow right on with the knuckles. Metal to bone.

Downed onto her front by Styx, Cecilia had nothing she could really do. The blow to her chest by those brass knuckles which had been driven by Styx's pretty impressive strength had caused Cecilia to be pretty out of it right now. She kept gasping for air and coughed out as she was laying on her front.

It seemed as if her bald opponent had not intended to leave Cecilia alone for long, as the girl soon crawled herself on top of the strong and sexy back of Cecilia, moving herself up and taking a good position on top of the Northern Queen.

Cecilia was left struggling as Styx grabbed a hold of her arm and with it slammed down that brass knuckle right onto Cecilia's elbow. " AAGH!!" Earning Styx a very loud and pained cry out of the blond beauties lips.