Cecilia Northman Vs. Minerva Larsen; Two out of three falls

Whatever Minerva's plan had been in slapping Cecilia back and forth...it didn't seem as if it had worked out as she planned. Cecilia's temper might be more restrained from her younger days...but when it was unleashed it was far worse than before...and currently Cecilia was burning up. The blond beauty moved forward, there was no care if she took a hit in the process, she could bite through it if it happened. All that mattered right now was hurting Minerva.

Cecilia managed to slip in behind Minerva and wrap her arms around her busty Dane of a nemesis, she took a deep breath before she finally threw the raven haired titaness backwards for that powerful german suplex. However...that wasn't all...

The Swede would attempt to keep her arms locked around Minerva's waist and with a heave she'd try and roll them up towards their feet and then try to once again heave Minerva up into the air, attempting to toss Minerva backwards for yet another powerful german suplex! Was that it though ? Hardly, If she was successful the blond beauty would once again try and roll them up and try to heave Minerva up into the air for a third impactful German suplex! Minerva was on a one way train to suplex city with no stops in sight.

Minerva rarely regretted her decisions, but she now certainly wished she hadn’t spent so much time taunting Cecilia the way she had. There was a time and place for everything, and in her mind the blonde deserved every insult Minerva could throw at her and then some. But doing so when she did had proven to be a mistake, one that only earned the Dane an unwelcome german suplex.

“Ugh...” Minerva groaned after the impact, but it seemed Cecilia wasn’t done with her just yet. The hardcore queen’s arms remained clasped around her waist, and the dark haired beauty wasn’t exactly feeling good about her situation as she felt Cecilia pulling her back up. “No... No! Unhand me this inst--” BAM! She was lifted up and slammed down for a second german suplex! But even still, Cecilia didn’t release her arms!

The crowd was already going wild for the blonde, but the noise was only building even more as she pulled a heavily dazed Minerva up, then sent her on a painful ride and delivered a third german suplex! Her body crashed onto the mat again, and now Minerva had practically gone limp. She was conscious, but it was quite clear she was going to need time to recover from those explosive suplexes, time that Cecilia of all people wasn’t very likely at all to give her.

Putting Minerva through a world off hurt like this was very cathartic and had quite the feeling of dejavú accompanying it. Regardless, it did feel very good to get a fair share of payback imparted onto her foe. Regardless, the fact that her old rival managed to even speak as she pulled off the three near flawless looking german suplexes upon her made the Swedish beauty angrier still.

Not that it did really matter, but Cecilia had at least hoped that Minerva would at least have shut her mouth after the second suplex. It irked her quite a bit. Still now that she had slammed Minerva down for a third time and hit her with that mighty suplex, she could probably go for an early pin here and most likely win the first fall....yet Cecilia was not one to just stop when she was feeling like rampaging through her foe.

Cecilia'd let go of Minerva's waist, roll over onto her front and move up to her feet, to go towards Minerva's head and grab a tight handful of raven black hair, which she'd viscously pull on to get Minerva up to her feet. Cecilia'd take a deep breath before she'd attempt to pull Minerva's head in between her thighs, having her purple clad rival doubled over in her clutches.

" WAAAAAGH!" Cecilia'd scream out at the top of her lungs, before she'd attempt to roll Minerva up onto her shoulders in a swift motion with intense ferocity to it, would almost look as if the blond was gonna just toss the Dane up into the air. When Minerva was up on the Swede's powerful shoulders, the blond beauty would attempt to take a step forward and try and throw Minerva downwards as hard as she could for a mighty powerbomb! Yet!...she'd keep her arms around Minerva, taking a deep breath again after slamming the raven haired amazon down she'd proceed to try and pull the Dane up onto her shoulders again before attempting to slam her down yet again! Finally...Cecilia'd try and pull Minerva up onto her shoulders again, her arms slipping up from Minerva's thighs to the girl's ribs, as she'd press her palms against them as tightly as she could, while she'd attempt to pull Minerva up over her head so that Minerva's legs and rear were against Cecilia's back, her hands would move up towards Minerva's triceps to hold Minerva in a crucifix position.

" Winter has come! Minerva!" Cecilia'd shout out as she'd proceed to try and slam Minerva down for a final powerful crucifix powerbomb! Trying to blast her foe with the barrage of powermoves that is her mighty finisher, Ragnarök!

Minerva groaned as she was pulled up and shoved head first between Cecilia’s thighs. After her rough little tour through Suplex City, Minerva was so dazed she hardly even noticed the roar her rival bellowed out. But the crowd certainly heard it loud and clear, and they all cheered at the top of their lungs in response to the blonde’s infectious energy. But the person that energy was about to be primarily directed at was about to be a lot less appreciative of it than the AFW fans in attendance...

The groggy Dane was then hoisted up onto Cecilia’s shoulders, which by itself was an impressive feat on the part of the hardcore queen. Minerva was no small woman, and the ease with which she was lifted drew an awe-filled gasp from the audience. And before Minerva even knew what she was in for, she suddenly dropped back first onto the mat with an explosive powerbomb! “GAH!!” she shouted at the intense impact. But unfortunately for her, Cecilia wasn’t done. Not even close...

Impressive as it was for the blonde to have done one powerbomb as easily as she had to Minerva, it was even more shocking when she deadlifted the raven haired beauty back up into the air and delivered a second powerbomb! Another cry of pain burst from Minerva’s lips, but Cecilia still held on, and hoisted her up straight from the mat AGAIN! Practically limp in her mighty foe’s clutches, this time Minerva was held up over the Swede’s head, putting Cecilia’s monstrous strength on display for the capacity crowd once again. Minerva was just aware enough to hear her rival taunt her with a reference to her favorite show. If Cecilia wanted to add insult to injury, she’d definitely succeeded, and there wasn’t a thing Minerva could do about it. And then...

BANG!

The Dane’s body blasted into the mat with a third, explosive impact as Cecilia completed her deadly finisher. And aside from the rising and falling of her chest as she breathed, there was no movement as a battered Minerva lied on the mat staring up at the arena lights.

The impact of each of Cecilia's might explosive powerbombs were like their name suggested, bombs! They echoed through the arena as the crowd just shouted wildly for the spectacle. It wasn't often that Cecilia pulled out this move. It was mostly a move reserved to either Cecilia wanting to be decisive or because she was pissed beyond belief. Which could easily be said about this current encounter between the two of them, as Cecilia had without a doubt found herself more than furious after Minerva's mocking tactics.

After the final heavy slam that left Minerva down in a helpless heap before her, Cecilia would quickly push up towards her feet. She figured now was a great time to get payback for Minerva's little stunt at the end of her match against Victoria. As such, Cecilia quickly attempted to move in beside her Danish foe and place her right foot down hard against Minerva's large chest, pressing them down with the sole of her boot. " Count!" Cecilia snarled out at the ref-girl, clearly still filled with anger as her voice betrayed. The Ref-girl would quickly slide in beside the two, raising her her hand and slapping it down against the mat.

" One!"

Cecilia would cross her arms underneath her large chest, grinding her heel down into Minerva's chest a little as her glare never left the Dane's face.

How Minerva remained conscious at all after the explosive onslaught from Cecilia was anyone’s guess. Granted, “conscious” was almost a generous term to describe her state. Her eyes were barely open, and she was breathing. But her senses were all jumbled, and she was hardly aware of anything going on around her. Even the near-deafening roars of the crowd seemed faint and distant to her.

Her eyes saw a blurry figure tower above her, and she felt a weight press down against her chest. A faint groan was forced from her lips, but that was the only response to come from the floored and battered Dane as the ref counted the pin.

“Two!”

“Three!”

Cecilia looked down upon Minerva as the count started, but as the second slap of the ref came down onto the mat and the two count arrived...the blond would let out a light sight. she had gotten a fair bit of revenge on her rival now, she was so sure that Minerva wouldn't kick out that she lightened the load on her rival's chest a bit...if only to mock her raven haired amazon of a rival. The blond beauty would look out at the crowd for the final count and when it was done and the first fall had gone to the Swede...Cecilia would step off of Minerva and start to back up a bit, she'd shake her head and then let out a light chuckle.

" So much for your revenge bullshit..huh, Mini ?" Cecilia let out, going back to calling Minerva by her old nickname for her rival, a name that probably had a hateful ring to it on Minerva's ears. Cecilia'd start to step back towards her corner, leaning back against it as she draped her arms over the top ropes, taking a few deep breaths as all there was left was to wait for Minerva to get back up to her feet so she could beat her down yet again....though that was if her rival could muster to stand after such a devastating move that is.

“Ngh..” Minerva groaned as the count went by, hardly even noticing what had even transpired. Shortly after the light weight on her chest was removed, the floored Dane began to lightly stir while the ref checked on her. Clearly such an onslaught was not one anyone could easily recover from, and it was a few moments before Minerva was able to roll over and get to her hands and knees, before one hand moved to rest over her throbbing skull.

Just as she was about to glare at the ref and ask what the hell had just happened, her question was answered by a reply on the screen. And Minerva watched in utter humiliation as the full gravity of the situation sunk in. Not only had she just been pinned for the first time since coming to AFW, but it had been Cecilia of all people to do it, after all Minerva’s talk. And it had taken only a foot on her chest to do it no less!

“Northman...” Minerva growled through grit teeth while reaching out to grab the nearest ropes, which began to shake in her grasp, and not all from lack of balance on her part. Slowly, the furious amazon pulled herself back up to a vertical base. Her bloodlust for Cecilia had somehow managed to find a way to reach a new all time high, and she wanted nothing more than violently vent every ounce of it as soon as the next round started...

Cecilia would lean back in her corner, stretching her arms out over the top ropes as she kept her eyes at Minerva, the crowd was cheering wildly for Cecilia and her victory over Minerva in the first of this multiple round match, Cecilia would only have to beat her old rival once more in this match to claim complete victory over the Dane and show off a bit of complete dominance over the fellow amazon.

It took quite a while it seemed, before Minerva began to stir and start to move up towards her feet, using the ropes as support to help her up. Cecilia would slip away from the corner and start to head up towards the middle of the ring, fists clenched tightly as she was still pretty pissed at Minerva, though she had been allowed to vent a lot of that anger with her mighty finisher which she had forced Minerva to endure.

" Take your time Mini. You look like you could use a good long rest." Cecilia'd let out in a fairly mocking tone towards her old rival. " Though if you hurry up I can put end this quickly and you can crawl back into whatever pit you came from." The blond spoke as she'd keep her eyes fixed on her purple clad foe.

Minerva turned to lean back in her own corner, glaring across the ring at the smug blonde taunting her. “Shut your mouth!” Minerva spat out at her, though she knew Cecilia wasn’t entirely wrong. Regardless how the rest of this went, the Dane was going to be in serious need of some quality rest when all was said and done. And in the meantime, the ref was coming over to check up on her.

“Hey, Minerva! You alright?” the ref said, moving in front of Minerva to get a better look to make sure she was alright to continue with the match. But the Dane refused to even look at her, instead keeping her focus locked on Cecilia. “Start the next round.” she said plainly, but the ref wasn’t satisfied just yet. She continued prodding for Minerva’s attention, until the amazon’s patience finally reached its end. Her hand lashed out and grabbed the throat of the poor ref girl, who immediately started shaking in fear as Minerva glared down into her eyes.

“I said start it, NOW!!!!” she bellowed right into the girl’s face, before shoving her away, sending her down to the ground several feet away from Minerva. Back where she belonged. The frightened girl timidly raised a hand to call for the bell to start the second round, while a tidal wave of boos crashed in on Minerva from the audience. But that didn’t matter. These people were nothing but a bunch of irrelevant fools not worthy to lick the dirt from her boots. No, this was about Cecilia’s destruction. And as battered as Minerva was, it still wasn’t near enough to deter her from that goal...