Unwinding after the Brawl

Emily clenched her teeth as Cecilia squirmed in her grip, the strong Swede tugging on her arms as she tried to free herself. Emily responsed by locking her boots together, pressing her knees tightly against Cecilia's sides, even as her hands locked around her wrists as he forearms dug deeper against Cecilia's throat. Slowly but surely, Emily know, Cecilia would grow weaker or pass out entirely.

"Come on, Cec," she whispered, "tap before I put y'er lights out, aye?"

Emily's arms tightened around her neck and those legs of her rivals did the same around her waist, the blond gasped a bit as she tried to pull those arms away from her neck, but soon she realized that such a thing would not happen easily....this was a bad situation, but she figured she could fight out of it! The Blond tried to use her legs and her arms to roll over onto her front, pushing herself up towards her hands and knees, lifting Emily up.

If she could do so then Cecilia'd start to push herself up towards her fight, struggling to move up with her great power to her feet. If she could do so, the blond would attempt to grip at Emily's arms to keep the woman against her back, before she'd attempt to start backtracking, running backwards as she'd attempt to drive Emily's back into the lockers as hard as she could!

Slowly but surely, Emily felt Cecilia weaken in her grip. She grinned a little, thinking that this was it, that she finally had the blonde tower of power, though she also immediatly regretted that this wasn't in an official match-- just a silly after-hours brawl that had spontaneously erupted between the two of them.

At that moment, though, Emily felt Cecilia rolling onto her front. "Nnnh...no ye don't," she whispered, trying to maintain the roll and pull them both sideways again. As the two struggled, though, she felt Cecilia grab onto her arms. Before she could counter, Cecilia suddenly pushed up and backwards, ramming Emily back-first into the lockers. "AUUUGH!" Emily grunted, the impact forcing her to let go and sending her sprawling onto her butt against the locker. "Ungh..d-damn..."

The ride over towards the lockers, while she came rushing in with a great deal of force which quickly disloged Emily, the blond who now stood on slightly shaking legs would cough out, her arms moving up around her neck....she grit her teeth a bit, blood starting to boil a bit...Cecilia'd quickly attempt to send her leg back as she'd try and drive her foot hard into Emily's chest!

That wasn't all though, that was simply to stun her now long-time rival, the blond would quickly turn around and attempt to reach down for a handful of Emily's hair, attempting to quickly yank up her leotard clad opponent to her feet. Where Cecilia'd quickly try and pull Emily up onto her shoulders for a fireman's carry. " *cough* Ugh....super bitch...not gonna let that go by without proper punishment!" Cecilia shouted out at Wrestle angle wrestler, before she'd attempt to take a step forward so they were a bit away from the lockers, from there she'd try and use her arm that was over Emily's lower half and try to swing it out behind her. So that Emily's body would aligne straight with her chin placed over the blonds other shoulder, her arms wrapped around that head as Cecilia'd drop down onto her rear. Attempting to hit Emily with a fireman's carry stunner! Or as Cecilia had dubbed it as one of her brand new finishers; Járngreipr!

Emily was still leaning against the locker as Cecilia rolle away. Breathing hard, she looked up at Cecilia...and soon found herself breathing harder as Cecilia drove a boot into her chest. "OOOOOF!" The blow sent the Scotswoman tumbling onto her side, clutching her chest with one hand as she sucked in air "Ah...nnnnnh..."

In this stunned state, Emily was unable to resist as Cecilia reached down and yanked on her hair. Wincing, Emily was pulled upright, and very soon found herself being hoisted onto Cecilia's shoulders. Realizing what was going on, she suddenly shifted her weight hard, trying to unbalance Cecilia and flip her down onto her back, where she would then lock her in a crucifix hold. Otherwise, Emily would be unable to stop the Swede from slamming her down onto her floor.

Cecilia was not planning to go easy on Emily one bit, this fight had started between them and she was gonna make damn sure to finish it. As much respect she had for Emily, she wasn't gonna let the girl off with thinking she was gonna come out on top after already having one hell of a match that night. So when Cecilia drove that knee into Emily's chest and started to drag Emily towards the center of the room by her hair, soon hoisting the busty former angel up onto her shoulders, it was about to be the end very soon.

However, Emily started to struggle and squirm, not letting Cecilia do as she pleased...at least not fully. As Emily struggled, Cecilia would attempt to reaffirm her grip on the girl, if she couldn't swing Emily around and hit her rival with her finisher she was at least gonna give her one hell of a substitute move. Keeping herself firmly placed on the floor in her stance, the blond would attempt to shift Emily's body on her shoulders so that Emily's stomach was pressed against the back of her head and the girl's side was laid across her shoulders.

Cecilia would take a deep breath before she'd attempt to spin around and then drop down as hard as she could to try and drive Emily into the floor with a powerful samoan drop!

Emily's counter almost worked-- almost. Her attempts to stop Cecilia's first move almost succeeded, but then the wily Swede simply shifted her poistion. Upside down, Emily felt the blood rush to her head, and for a horrible moment, she realized that Cecilia had her. Again.

Then the world went spinning, and Emily's body was dropped hard to the mat. Her entire body jolted hard from the impact before she flipped over onto her front and lay in a sprawl. Aside from a few slight signs of breathng, the Scotswoman did not move as she lay close to Cecilia, her hair forming a messy pink halo around her head.

Cecilia let out a few huffs of air after she had smacked Emily down for the Samoan drop, she would push herself up to a seated position and look back over her shoulder at Emily's frame. " So you don't wanna get knocked out huh...should have figured." Cecilia let out as she'd then proceed to turn around and attempt to roll Emily over onto her front.

" I guess I'll just force you to tap instead!" Cecilia let out as she'd attempt to seat herself on top of Emily's back, trying to reach out and pull Emily's head in underneath her armpit, looping her arm around that neck for nearly a dragon sleeper like hold. Her other arm reaching out to grab a hold of Emily's closest arm in order to limit her rival's chances to fight back. After which the blond beauty would attempt to start cranking up the pressure, trying to pull backwards, bending that back as she squeezed her arm down against that neck, trying to lock in the Dragon Clutch submission finisher she had dubbed Gleipnir!

For a few seconds, Emily was barely conscious, her head still ringing like a bell after Cecilia's brutal Samoan drop. Her legs twitched a little as some life began to return to them, but otherwise she was prone and unable to fight back. She was still aware enough, however, to feel Cecilia's weight on her back...and then her chin was cupped, and her head wrenched back under Cecilia's armpit.

"MMMMPH!" she cried, her legs suddenly kicking as pain seared through her upper back. She pawed at Cecilia's arms, but in a few seconds her other arm was trapped as well. Her leotard-clad body was arched back, almost into a C-shape, as Cecilia bent her in ways her body wasn't supposed to go. If Cecilia hadn't just come back from a match, she might have been able to withstand this...but in her current state, the pain was unbearable. In seconds, she was tapping furiously at Ceclia's arm. "Arght, lrggo!" she managed to cry past Cecilia's arm.

Pulling Emily's head into position and then starting to pull back on her beautiful rival's body, bending and squeezing on it in a painful way as she decided to torture her long time friend and rival into submission! It seemed as a fitting way to teach Emily a good lesson here and now...though they were alone both of them would always know what happened in here after all.

When she felt Emily start to tap against her arm and cried out those words...the blond couldn't help but tease her rival a bit. " What ? I can't understand you, speak more clearly." Cecilia let out in a teasing tone of voice, the arm she had wrapped around Emily's arm began to move towards her rival's not pushed up chest and would try and cup the nearest of those round orbs in her hand, giving it a teasing grope. "Who's better ?" Cecilia would whisper into her rival's ear as she'd give that tit a firm squeeze while she kept the painful submission locked in.