Friction World Title Match: Odessa Brock vs. Cecilia Northman (c) V

Cecilia's notion of a "pin" was most certainly a funny one, but it didn't matter, as the two of them were in a Last Woman Standing match and were now both up on their feet...standing. Odessa, hearing Cecilia try to mock her, just chuckled back at her, a slightly lopsided grin on her face as she, too, would move forward toward her eternal rival, shuffling awkwardly, bringing up both her hands and balling them into fists.

"Oh, Ceci...I wish you had a fucking mirror right now. Honest." The two of them approached each other halfway between where the two of them had managed to lurch onto their feet, ready for one last epic exchange before this match was complete. "Tell you what...you hand that pretty little belt over to me right now...and I'll show you a good time tonight. Dinner, movie, penthouse suite...and I'll pretend not to notice that trainwreck of a face."

She let that offer hang in the air, but she kept her fists up, poised, ready for combat. She knew Ceci wouldn't entertain it. She respected the blonde for that, and she knew Ceci understood that. She was ready for one more slugfest—and even a hold or two, if that was what it took—to settle this.

They both looked like complete messes, faces bruised, bloodied and slightly swollen faces now as they glared at each other, both women lurching towards each other as they met in the center of the ring once more. Arms raised as both of the looked ready to duke it out one final time...though knowing these two, the crowd was prepared for more should they have it in them.

Cecilia would chuckle at Odessa's words." You kidding me? I'm winning this and putting you in your place." Cecilia said with a lopsided smirk of her own. As she would watch Odessa ready to fight, so was Cecilia. Deciding to go a different route than a slug fest...

The Friction Champion would offer an arm up into the air and follow it up with her other. Puffing out her impressive rack as she challenged Odessa to test of strength! " What's the matter Odessa, chicken?"

Odessa's eyes scanned Ceci's face, tracing the lines of particular bruises, watching rivers of blood dribbling down across her cheeks and over her lips...and snickering a bit at just how puffy and swollen the blonde's face looked right now, after dozens of brutal headbutts exchanged between them, following up on a whole classic Odessa-Cecilia fight worth of punching.

Ceci was still cute. Still sexy, even when she was bloody. Seeing the blonde in pain actually kind of turned Odessa on.

The blonde was not wanting for confidence even in her pathetic, weakened state. She decided to neglect Odessa's silent offer of a slugfest and, instead, lifted both her arms up high over her head, thrusting out her modestly-sized chest as she offered Odessa a test of strength. Grinning, Odessa's fists would unclench, and she lifted her hands up high, wiggling her fingers as she would slide them in between Cecilia's. "Oh, yes, of course, I'm so very scared," she would scoff. "If you want your precious little titties bruised and swollen like your face, so be it!" With that, she would clasp her hands together with her foe's tight, and throw her chest forward, smacking it challengingly into Cecilia's!

Cecilia and Odessa closed in on each other, hands raised up as their fingers wiggled, when they finally locked up and tightly squeezed the other's hand, Cecilia thrust her tits forward right into Odessa's inferior pair, smacking their chests together in a challenging manner the two beauties were on their way with the last spurt of the match!

The two beauties bodies were tightly pressed together, breast mushrooming against one another as the blond's forehead banged into Odessa's. Nowhere near as hard as their headbutts, but stung all the same from their wounded foreheads banging together.

The champion growled out as she would flex her powerful arms, pressing forwards she'd try and take a step towards Odessa, trying to start an plow through Odessa with her amazing might!

It was no secret that Odessa loved a good test of strength, and she and Cecilia had locked up in them at least ten times in their official matches alone. They rarely got to finish them, of course, because Ceci would trip her or try to throw her as soon as the Swede realized she was losing. But Odessa was wise to Cecilia's games, and when the blonde inevitably tried to break this test of strength, in one way or another, Odessa would be ready. She threw herself into the challenge with all her weight and strength, though, slamming her perfect chest into Cecilia's smaller one, their heads smacking together hard enough to make her wince and grunt.

Odessa shoved hard against her rival, using her incredible might to try to break Cecilia's ego and her body. The blonde was a tough brute, to be sure, and she even managed to take one small step forward into Odessa—but the British warrior would not let her foe have any satisfaction from that, as she would immediately shove back, her arms pulsing with power, letting her chest lead the way as she would aim to force Cecilia back a step now, and then another, using her superior strength to bully her blonde foe!

Cecilia and Odessa were locked up tightly against one another, arms flexing as their large busts mashed together, their strong muscles flexed, as usual Odessa couldn't measure up to her strength, she felt her ebony skinned rival huff and push as their tight frames mashed and ground together, abs pressing together and grinding at one another. Breasts mashing up and pancaking against their rivals pair.

The blond couldn't help but smirk a little as she felt Odessa push on, trying to reclaim her lost step. Yet, the Swede didn't allow it, she stood firm. Holding her ground that she had gained, grinning a bit at Odessa's struggles. She would grit her teeth, back muscles flexing from the effort as she would aim to take one more step forward to push Odessa back once more, and then another step. Trying to force the white haired babe backwards yet again!

Cecilia was trying to look tough, putting everything she had and more into keeping Odessa from regaining that one step of lost ground. The blonde would just tire her poor little body out that way, and Odessa was just fine with grinding her down into dust, pouring on the pressure, feeling the Swede's bones creak and groan under the assault, feeling those pale tits flattened completely back into the blonde's chest...

Both of their bodies were warm, and sweat would roll down over them as they struggled. Odessa grunted and readjusted her hold on Cecilia's hands quickly, keeping pressure on her rival. She felt the blonde keep trying to push further forward, but Odessa would thrust with her chest, blunting Ceci's attack and keeping her feet in place. Then, heaving forward with both arms and bust, Odessa would slowly try to shove the golden-haired woman backwards again, moving one step forward into her foe's personal space to try to force the issue!

Cecilia stood firm against Odessa as their impressive busts mashed together, pancaking the other woman's pair as they stood strongly in this test of strength. Muscles flexing and bones creaking as they put their utmost power against one another.

Feeling Odessa thrust her chest forward into her own, the Swede would brace and hold firm, standing tall and strong against her white haired rival. She would smirk a little as she would return the favor! With more force and vigor the champ would try and shove Odessa backwards by her chest and try and drive the ebony skinned beauty backwards!

Cecilia apparently had decided to die on the hill of standing firm in this test of strength, and, while Odessa was a little irritated at the blonde's feet still remaining in place—how could she not be irritated by Ceci?—but she figured that taking all of that stress without allowing for any sort of give was putting more fatigue on the Swedish bimbo's body than it would have otherwise. That was just fine with Odessa, who kept on shoving forward, her breasts compacting harder and harder against her rival's, their foreheads pressing, slowly but forcefully, together.

Of course, Odessa didn't intend on being backed up further than that single step she had taken. If Ceci was going to be stubborn, Odessa would be more stubborn. She had proven herself superior to her rival plenty of times already, but fighting the blonde was always enough to make Odessa a little bit stupid (albeit still plenty smarter than Ceci).

So Odessa would smirk back, flex her arms, and shove out her chest, letting it ram into Ceci's as much as possible, using it to lead the way! "My apologies...for your poor little tits, darling..." Odessa would coo, trying to bend Ceci's upper body over backwards, even if her legs wouldn't move!

Their two generous pairs were almost flat against each other right now, as neither one of them were willing to give up in any way, Cecilia not giving Odessa any ground and remained firm in her stance, she'd known since the first time they faced off against each other that she was the superior woman and this was her time to show it...once more!

She would feel Odessa shove her tits into hers, doing the same to her rival as she would match her tit push. " Not at all honey...sorry for making yours into an A-cup..." Cecilia teased right back as she would bend those wrists of Odessa, shove her chest forward even more and start to try and bend Odessa's back backwards and in turn then try and throw Odessa straight down onto her back!