Minerva Larsen Vs. Cecilia Northman II

Continued from here...

Standard Match
Rules: Standard
Victory conditions: Pinfall, Submission, K.O.

There was no flare or anything to Cecilia entering the ring, in fact she had already done so earlier today. It felt redundant to put on a whole show and as she had walked out into the ring tonight she had told the stage crew to just save the music and shit for another time. There was no light show or music, the only thing that filled the arena as the blond beauty made her way down into the ring was the sound of the cheering fans!

Cecilia was dressed in her usual wrestling attire of course, there was no need to put on any show tonight in Cecilia's mind. She kind of just wanted to show Minerva once again that she was no match for the blond beauty and that there was a reason why Cecilia had joined AFW a long time before the raven haired Dane.

Once she had made her way up towards the ring and climbed in, the blond beauty would raise her right hand up into the air as if she had already won the match...the cheers of the crowds drowning out anything and everything as Cecilia would start to move backwards to her corner, draping her arms over the ropes as she'd lean back and just wait for her old rival to come and join her for this match.

Minerva wasn’t feeling nearly as pragmatic as Cecilia, particularly in regard to her entrance. No special lights nor music cued the entrance of the hardcore queen, but once she was in the ring Minerva’s music began to play over the arena’s speakers while purple and white lights filled the room.

Out strode the Dane onto the stage wearing the same coat she’d last worn to the ring, but of course beneath it she was clad in her typical ring gear rather than a nice dress. Purple top, gloves and tights, and black boots. A small grin tugged at Minerva’s lips as she strode confidently down the aisle to the ring. With the way she was carrying herself it almost seemed as if she’d forgotten completely about the fact that her opponent had defeated her quite recently and been a significant thorn in her side for years even prior to coming to Japan. Obviously someone like Minerva never forgot things like that. That was the whole reason this fight was set to happen in the first place. But Minerva was not intimidated by her Swedish rival. And she was determined to use her rematch tonight to prove a point she’d failed to get across last time.

Once Minerva was in the ring she immediately removed her coat and set it down outside of the ring, then turned to face Cecilia. “I’m going to enjoy this, Northman.” she said through a grin, while waiting in her corner for the bell to ring.

Cecilia watched as her old rival Minerva came down towards the ring, the mighty blond would roll her shoulders slightly as Minerva had gotten into hers. The blond beauty would roll her neck a bit as well as the ref-girl came up to the blond and started to check her to see if she had any weapons or anything. Of course she didn't....and she complied with the search completely.

After that was done the ref-girl would make her way over towards Minerva and attempt to search the raven haired wrestler. Whilst Cecilia herself would start to move up towards the center of her ring, hands on her hips as she looked around a bit at the fully packed crowd. After Minerva was searched the bell would ring and Cecilia would let out a loud sigh. " Okay Mini, ready to get your ass kicked again ?"

When the ref made her way to Minerva to check her for weapons, just as she’d just done for Cecilia, the Dane complied without hesitation. She held her arms out, the ref pat down the length of her long gloves. The ref repeated the process for Minerva’s legs, quickly patting down the sides, then signaled a thumbs up and moved back to the middle of the ring.

“Not tonight, my dear. Not tonight~” Minerva replied confidently to her rival, moving out to meet Cecilia in the center of the ring. For a second it seemed like the Dane might be content to have a simple staredown before getting to the action. But that wasn’t the case at all.

Suddenly, Minerva threw her forehead forward straight at the bridge of Cecilia’s nose! Was it a cheap shot? Absolutely. Did Minerva care in the slightest? Not a chance. It was a chance to help her jump out to a good start against a woman she loathed. That’s all that mattered.

Cecilia and Minerva soon met in the center of the ring and as they did there was a slight staredown between the two. Cecilia would keep her eyes on Minerva as the bell had rung...just waited for the match to start and wondering just how the match would start. What surprised her though was when she herself was about to offer a lock up by starting to raise hands up.

Minerva's head shot towards her, a move that actually surprised Cecilia quite a bit. The forehead of the Dane smacked right into Cecilia's face, crashing into the base of her nose and forcing the blond beauty to stumble backwards. Hands moving up towards her nose to shield it from further assault! "Unh!.."

The impact hadn’t been comfortable for Minerva either, but it was clear Cecilia got the worst of that one. Her smug smirk then grew into a more sinister grin as she charged forward in an attempt to capitalize on her opening attack. She hurled her right arm forward, attempting to catch Cecilia with a big clothesline to drop the blonde right off her feet!

Staggering backwards after taking that painful headbutt to the base of her nose and feeling fairly loopy at the moment. There was an open window for attacked that Minerva decided to take advantage off right away. As she moved in and that arm of the powerful Dane struck the blond beauty's chest with a powerful clothesline! Instantly taking Cecilia off of her feet and forcing her to crash down hard onto her back!

"Guah!!"

Minerva laughed out as her clothesline dropped Cecilia down to the mat. Two moves in, but she was already thoroughly enjoying taking the fight to her rival, but the Swede was still certainly not off the hook yet. The Dane then quickly moved to straddle Cecilia, and began to hurl a barrage of merciless punches down at the hardcore queen’s face.

“What’s the matter, Northman? I thought you were going to kick my ass!” she taunted with a sadistic grin as she sought to pummel Cecilia relentlessly.

Cecilia was not in the best of positions at the moment having been taken down by Minerva with that clothesline she was down on her back and coughed out, shaking her head as she brought her arms up towards her chest. Though it wasn't long until her raven haired rival sat herself down upon her toned abs and soon enough started to throw punch after punch right down onto the blond beauty's pretty face.

"Grrg..." Gritting her teeth as she took a blow or two before she brought her arms up to guard herself from further punches, attempting to have her arms absorb most of the impact...of course it was impossible to absorb all blows and a few would without a doubt slip through and it her skull should Minerva keep up her assault. Though what annoyed Cecilia the most right now was not the punches...but the taunts and grin that Minerva threw her way.

One after Minerva’s punches rained down on Cecilia, some slamming into her guard while plenty still made it though to the pretty face of the hardcore queen. The Dane was clearly having a good time pummeling her rival. But she also knew better than to tire herself out this early. She might have Cecilia down, but this was only the first step toward breaking the Swede down.

After a moment, Minerva ceased her onslaught of punches and started to raise up, only to drop her shapely rear back down hard onto Cecilia’s stomach to try to further stun her a bit. Then she’d finally crawl off of her rival so she could try to pull her feet and whip her into the nearest corner.