Out of Nowhere [Scorn]

Sore, that was the feeling that rang through Cecilia's body....she felt really darn sore. It had been one hell of a match, brutal back and forth that had left most of her body feeling like a trainwreck. Her green haired for was usually able to provide her with quite the challenge but tonight had been very different from any other time they had fought. Even so, Cecilia felt rather good, her body might be a wreck but her spirits were as high as can be....not only had she gone through a great fight but she came out on top, of course that was never up to debate that she would. The cheers of the crowd could still be heard as the Swede walked into the backstage area and made her way towards her locker room.

It wouldn't be long before she'd head off to Avalanche and face off against Brittany Luvve for the Friction World title....it wouldn't be long before she would hold that belt, she knew it! She wasn't going to back down until she had it in her hands and had become the champion. Though for now she figured she needed a good long shower and maybe to lie down for a day or two. The Swede was covered in sweat, both hers and her opponents...she was tired and her body was hurting all over, so she figured lying down in bed and watching some stupid movie...

Her red and black attire was mostly okay, there didn't seem to be any rip or tear anywhere and apart from it being soaked in sweat it was for the most part okay. As the Swede stumbled through the hallways of AFW to get to her locker room, she couldn't help but have a strange feeling come over her....as if someone was stalking her, though she assured herself that it was nothing.

The particular woman watching Cecilia had timed this moment to an absolute tee. Too soon, and the Swede would not only see her coming, but have people around her to pry the assailant off her. Too late, and Cecilia would of simply gone home. Picking her spot almost as precisely as she had picked her timing, the woman stalking the blonde was awaiting around the corner of a T-section in the corridors.

Knowing for a fact Cecilia would pass this corridor on her way out, the woman clad underneath a thick hoodie would simply do her best to look unnoticeable, back to the section Cecilia walked across, genuinely just leaning against the wall as to give the Hardcore Queen zero reason to look at her.

The moment Cecilia had passed her though, she might of wished she had.

Steel chair that laid hidden behind her legs now equipped in hands, the hooded figure would ring the solid object off Cecilia's back as if it were a bell; the sound of steel meeting flesh ringing down the hallway itself as the figure watched the hated Swede stumble from the hit.

Stepping in front of the blonde, the figure would make sure to bend down to latch eyes directly with Cecilia's, albeit not without bringing a finger up to slightly peel back her hoodie and reveal her face.

"Hey there..."

Apparently, Karen Starring sought to collect Cecilia's past wins over her...

Cecilia had no idea what was in store for her as she walked past the T-crossing and made her way towards her locker room. She was sore and tired and wanted to just take a good long shower and be done with tonight. Maybe drink something nice, like a nice whiskey or something....

As she walked a bit absent-mindedly down through the hallways there was soon a shadow upon her, and before she had any chance to notice what was going on the sharp clang of steel meeting flesh met her ears as pain rain right through the Swede's back. Causing Cecilia to yelp out in pain as she dropped forward onto her hands and knees, " Aaagh!" She holwed out in pain, her back already pretty sore and hurting from the match she had just been through left the Swede in far more pain that she could imagine right now.

Mind slightly blank as she looked up through her pained face at the assailant...a black haired woman in a hoodie...that face though, she recognized it....

The moment the chair pinged off the spine of the blonde, Karen would let it slip from grasp; the chair flying a good distance away given the force she exhumed on the woman's back. The air of satisfaction she felt from beating down past women, past fighters who'd decimated her, simply wasn't there. If anything, this wasn't personal. This was just Karen going for the full bingo card.

Stood in front of the Swede, Karen's own monstrous chest would struggle to remain hidden even amidst that thick hoodie. Had Cecilia not even recognised her face, her signature frame and assets would of given her away. Albeit, she was noticeably thicker.

"Nice seeing ya~..." Karen purred, straightening up with hand to her hip. Winking at the woman on her knees before her, she'd adjust the hoodie once more to cover her looks, before setting herself off down the hallway to the exit. Not without literally stepping on the downed woman though.

Just like Alaina.