Cecilia Northman Vs. Diane Cavendish: Handcuff match

Hearing that low mutter of Diane only made the blond chuckle lightly, of course that little mocking teasing of Diane's regarding Sabre would have probably gotten under the blond beauty's skin if she had not pretty safely displayed full dominance over the cavegirl wrestler not too long ago.

As the two of them kept up their struggle with the blond beauty periodically pushing the sexy white haired woman back more and more and taking control of this stuggle between them...it wasn't long before she herself was forced to stagger back a few steps as Diane's sudden rush of strength came barrling upon the Swede.

Cecilia tried to brace her feet to stop her stumbling as she herself would proceed to try and use the rest of her own strenght reserve. " I guess I'll have to make you then!" Cecilia let out as she'd try to push Diane back with all her might in an attempt to get the white haired woman to crash down onto her back with the Swede coming down on top.

Damnation...

Diane grunted under her breath as her forward push hit the stubborn brick wall of Cecilia's muscle. Her arms were aching and she had failed to secure dominance. Her heart sank a little, this match was going to be a tough prospect.

Her legs sank too, Cecilia slowly forcing her to her knees, securing the upper position in this strenous, sweaty struggle. Diane's teeth ground together in frustration as she was pushed down by the triumphant Swede. There were mutters in the crowd, the newbie looking outclassed here.

A disheartening development for Diane, but she wasn't done yet. As her legs buckled and she slumped down, she would try to move her right arm between Cecilia's legs, searching for a quick hold on the blonde's thigh so she could flip her over her shoulders.

It seemed as if the strength competition between the two of them were settled with the mighty white haired woman now sinking down to one knee in front of the dominant blond beauty, Cecilia let out a heavy puff of air as she pushed Diane down, pushing her chest out a bit proudly in as she had proven her point quite well.

Cecilia soon felt the Diane's arm slip out from their contest and down towards her thighs, where the white haired girl soon throw the blond up over Diane's shoulder and soon enough had the blond crash down onto her back against the mat. " Ungh.." Cecilia groaned out, quickly attempting to roll over to her front and push herself up to her hands and knees, not wanting to get caught by any more surprise of the powerful hong kong brit.

Diane's heart soared as, from her precarious position, she suddenly turned the tables and flipped her attacker across the ring. The crowd, who seemed to be anticipating a steamroller affair, cheered with surprise for the rookie.

Diane quickly got to her feet and turned to see Cecilia struggling on all fours. The white-haired wrestler would circle round her foe and move to grab Cecilia from behind, scooping the Swede up by her underarms to put her in a full nelson hold. From there Diane hoped to dominate her opponent, hugging her bikini clad body tight while controlling her arms.

The blond beauty had been caught by quite the surprise as Diane had taken a hold of her and throw her over the white haired hong kong brit's head down onto her back, she let out a groan as she quickly attempted to roll over onto her hands and knees. Cecilia grit her teeth...it seemed that even if she was stronger than this Diane she shouldn't underestimate Diane.

Cecilia soon started to try and move up to her feet, but as soon as she found herself standing, the blond felt Diane's arms slip in under her armpits. " Wha ?" Cecilia let out in surprise as Diane was already on her, pressing her large breasts against the blond's strong back as her hands soon clasped against Cecilia's neck, pressing it down as she locked the Swede into that full nelson, Cecilia groaned and winced, wiggling against Diane's frame as she struggled in the hold. " Kh..."

"Gotcha..." gloated Diane, grunting a little as she roughly yanked on Cecilia's arms, stressing the Swede's shoulders and showing a little early-match promise. The crowd certainly seemed to appreciate the sight of Cecilia stuck there, struggling angrily, her chest thrust out as her arms were pulled back.

Diane knew she couldn't do any serious damage from this position; the rookie wrestler was more interested in keeping Cecilia under control while she set up her next move. After giving her a quick taste of the full nelson, Diane would quickly let go and move her arms down, around Cecilia's body. Hugging the blonde tight, Diane would summon her strength, then try to lift Cecilia up and over her shoulder, going to slam her opponent in a german suplex!

Trapped in the full nelson of Diane's as the mighty white haired woman's large breasts pressed against her upper-back, causing an every so slight tint of red to appear on Cecilia's cheeks, as she felt Diane's powerful arms put pressure on her shoulders and neck. Forcing Cecilia's chest to push out which made the crowd let out a few shouts and whistles at the scene. The taunting gloat of Diane's only caused the blond beauty to wince out a bit louder and with more annoyance at her opponent.

It wasn't long though until Diane's arms soon slipped out from the hold, causing the blond to let out a confused "Huh..?" all before she then felt those arms quickly snag around her waist and with it the Swede was soon lifted up into the air before being crashed down shoulders and neck first into the mat with a heavy thud. " Guuah!"

Diane felt a rush of exhilaration as she hauled the hulking Swede over her shoulder and slammed her back down onto the canvas, her own strength being ably assisted by gravity itself to produce a heavy, ring-shaking impact. The shock ran through Diane's arms, and she could hear the hapless recipient groaning, along with the cheers of the surprised crowd.

The two wrestlers were pretty surprised at this brilliant early start for the Brit, too. Diane wondered if she should try to capitalise and attempt an early pin, hugging Cecilia's waist to leave the poor Swede in a compromising position with her ass up in the air; Diane's body too forming an attractive looking bridge.

Diane held this position on instinct for a second before quickly realising her mistake - in a handcuff match there could be no easy pin!! She let go, rolling forwards and clambering upright, shaking her head, hoping no-one noticed her error, and waited to assess the condition of her opponent.

The turn of the match came so quickly that the crowd had been a bit stunned by it. Cecilia had pushed Diane down with her seemingly superior physical strength or at least ferocity and will power and show a fair bit of dominance over the white haired beauty, but she had turned Cecilia's over-confident and position against her and tossed the blond over her shoulders...

It was followed up by a good submission hold on Diane's part and then not to mention that before Cecilia had the chance to actually struggle out of the full-nelson she had taken a different approach and decided to throw Cecilia back with a german suplex, which had left the blond a bit dazed, her legs folded over her frame as she laid with her butt up in the air.

" Nngh..." Cecilia winced out as she opened her eyes, noticing she was sill in the position and hadn't been rolled around or anything, she was about to go to try and kick out or something, but she realized that it didn't matter...this wasn't a pin match. Soon though Diane's soon let go of her and rolled away.

Cecilia rolled over to her front and began to push herself up by her hands and knees, trying to pull herself up to her feet as she'd look on at Diane with her own pair of red-eyes. " Forgot that it was a handcuff match...huh ? heh..." Cecilia'd tease Diane a bit before she'd try and get into a grappling position again.

Diane stalked Cecilia in a semi-circle, waiting for the Swede to get to her feet. Fact was, Diane felt pretty good about her opening - far from being a squash match for the rookie, she had had the upper hand. Now the crowd were getting behind her, too, which added to her spirits. The purple-clad girl was radiating confidence. Maybe even smugness.

"Oho, you'll wish it wasn't a handcuff match, by the end..." Diane retorted.

Cecilia was only just upright when Diane would make her move, advancing quickly to accept the grapple that the blonde wrestler had barely just offered. Diane was keen and quick, trying to get control of Cecilia in a second test of strength. She figured that the suplex would have taken some wind from her opponent... though since she technically lost the first tussle, this still looked like overconfidence from the newbie.