Cecilia Northman vs Alyssa Blank - Submission Showdown

Alyssa's signature attack, much to her shock and dismay, was blocked. And with that, her chances had dropped to practically nil as she was rocked back by that amazing headbutt. A crack could be heard, sending a shockwave of pain through the Erotic Terrorist's body. Her legs gave out again as she fell against Cecilia, head slumped against the Berserker's chest as she struggled to stand up properly. Her hands weakly pawed at her opponent's shirt, raking to no effect against bust and stomach.

"Y- you...."

Nil, in Alyssa's view, was not nothing. Nil was a vast line of zeroes, but there was something at the end of them. Her only way to win was to surprise Cecilia with a submission hold, but there were so few that couldn't be outright muscled out of at this point. Plus, they were outside of the ring. Nothing here counted officially.

Officially.

Victory in an official sense was close to impossible, so why not get the 'moral' victory? It didn't really count for anything, but Alyssa was tired and hurt. She'd settle for the second worst result tonight. Strength returned to her wounded flesh. If she couldn't make Cecilia tap, she'd do her damndest to make Cecilia squirt.

With lust and hate filling her body once more, the Erotic Terrorist suddenly straightened up and grabbed at her enemy's hair. If she succeeded, she'd drop to her knees to try and deliver a jawbreaker to the blonde beauty. If she had to go out, it'd be with a bang instead of a fizzle!

Blocking the quite telegraphed strike from the Erotic Terrorist seemed to have caused a lot of dismay from the girl, as after Cecilia's head had crashed into the dark haired girl's forehead she slumped down against the larger body of the blond powerhouse. Feeling the girl's hands start to paw at the blond's amazing frame, the powerful Swede would grin a bit, her hands already starting to move down to grab a hold of the girl.

As she would attempt and pull Alyssa's head in under her armpit and lock her arm around the girl's head to place her in a frontal facelock, while Alyssa was stunned. Cecilia wasn't exactly gonna allow this sidekick of Morgan's to show off anymore, it was time for her to put the Mad bomber through her paces and show her and Morgan what happened when you messed with the Queen.

The Swede quickly would attempt to bring her free arm down to grip tightly onto the side of Alyssa's skirt and then with a mighty heave try and haul the girl upside down and into the air, holding her up for a prime position for a vertical suplex. However she didn't instantly try and throw the girl down and instead attempted to delay the hold, showing off for the crowd the frame of Alyssa as she held the girl up like a prize.

She began to move, talking a few steps to walk around the side of the ring, all before she'd attempt to throw herself backwards and with it slam Alyssa down hard onto the barley padded mat for a mighty vertical suplex.

Alyssa had been demolished during this match, unable to get any solid offense in no matter how hard she tried. Even her signature sneak attack failed her, causing her to be countered quite painfully. Her final attempt wasn't even halfway done when she was caught in a headlock and lifted yet again. This was too much for her. The brute strength and cunning of her opponent had overwhelmed her. Damn it, she wanted so badly to show off. Now she was the one being used as a prop.

Cecilia's power was shown as she lifted the Erotic Terrorist, practically carrying her around like a toy before slamming her down with a vertical suplex on the mat!

Alyssa spasmed as she hit the ground, another explosion of pain shooting through her. She wasn't shock-sensitive, but she sure as hell wasn't durable enough to keep on going like this. Her gloved hand weakly reached over, only able to grasp at the Berserker's clothes with barely any force. It really was too much for her body and spirit. Being destroyed by a beautiful blond wasn't exactly something disagreeable, but the humiliation of losing so badly while her best friend was watching overtook her.

"F... Finish it, you bitch." She croaked, unable to take the pressure anymore.

As she felt Alyssa grab onto the side of her jacket and pulling on it, letting out those words...the blond couldn't help but push herself up to her feet and swat the arm away as if it was a mild nuisance.

"Finish it you say ?"

The blond couldn't help but put on a wide grin, she knew exactly how she wanted to finish this match, send a good little message to Morgan of just what was going to await her when the Queen came for her next. Cecilia would attempt to reach down and grab a handful of Alyssa's hair, with a powerful yank she'd attempt to pull and lift the girl up onto her feet in a display of power, all before she'd attempt and guide Alyssa over towards the ring and then try and throw her in under the bottom ropes.

Following the girl into the ring, the Swede would proceed to attempt and pull the Mad bomber up onto her feet. Following which Cecilia would attempt to send a hard left punch towards the right cheek of Alyssa, all before she'd attempt and send the girl running off towards the other side of the ring with a mighty Irish whip. As she watched the girl run, Cecilia would ball her right fist tightly, rolling her wrist as she got her legs into position to sprint after the girl.

If Alyssa came rebounding off the ropes and running back towards her, the blond beauty would attempt to take off and sprint towards the Erotic Terrorist, with her fist pulled back behind her as far as she could she'd attempt to close the distance between them. When they finally met Cecilia would step forward with her right foot and throw her weight and her reared back fist forward with all her might, attempting to drive it straight into Alyssa's face for a mighty running K.O punch, double powered by her momentum and Alyssa's as Cecilia attempted to try and hit one of her mighty finishers, the one she had dubbed Mjölnir.

It was the last straw. Alyssa, battered and broken, was rolled back into the ring like she was a hollow log. Even when she was lifted up, she could barely stand. Cecilia's first punch to the face nearly sent her off of her feet, but her punishment had not ended yet. She could only hope Morgan wasn't watching when she was slung into the ropes, sent staggering back from the recoil before Cecilia sprinted towards her. With that aggressive move, she could see what was going to happen.

But she didn't have any strength left to scream, much less dodge.

With a thunderous crack, Alyssa was sent falling by the mighty Mjolnir. It was too much for her, and her battered body. She fell for the last time, thoroughly defeated by the unparalleled strength of the Golden Queen. Even the effort to twitch was beyond her now. The beauty had cast the Bomber down, leaving the girl helpless before her. Cecilia could do whatever she wanted now, and nobody would be able to stop her.

The massive impact of Mjolnir brough Alyssa down once more, the girl's body was laid out and it seemed as if she was mostly done for now. Following Alyssa's crash to the mat, the mighty blond would raise the hand which had just brought the girl down, into the air. The crowd shouting out in a roar of approval, as the blond gloated over her mighty move, the hammer had just brought down the Erotic Terrorist and she was ready to revel in it.

Following it the blond beauty would stand over the now helpless girl, grinning down at her as she would then try and reach down and grab a hold of a handful of Alyssa's hair, attempting to once again try and pull the girl up to her feet by her short hair. Following which the Queen would try and pull the Mad bomber up onto her shoulders, laying the girl's back down across her shoulders in order to try and place Alyssa in a mighty Torture rack submission hold. With the girl's back damaged a bit from Cecilia's mighty powermoves, it seemed only the smartest of moves was to put her in a submission hold which put such a strain on the girl's back. " This is how you finish it! " Cecilia let out as she'd crank down on Alyssa's back, with one hand on the girl's thigh and the other on the girl's chin as she was trying her best to stretch that body of Alyssa's out over the mighty frame of the Queen.

Alyssa wasn't quite conscious for the first part of the torture rack, given the power of the blonde beauty. Cecilia had put her out like a light, and now she was reviving the Bomber with her vicious submission! It was slow progress, but eventually the Erotic Terrorist was dragged back to wakefulness and supreme pain by the devilish hold on her! She hollered and howled, squirming weakly in pain as she was bent like a stick. She would've tapped out immediately, but she was still too weak to do so.

Finally, after a few more agonizing seconds of being broken in two, she finally found the strength to tap out. Her arm immediately flopped back down, drained of all strength. Alyssa had been beaten, completely and utterly. She could only sob quietly to herself as she finally gave in. Cecilia was simply too overwhelming for her to compete against.

When Alyssa started to tap out against her the blond beauty would let out a loud chuckle, the busty Swede soon enough would simply attempt and lift Alyssa up into the air before attempting to have the girl fall back down behind her, back first against the mat with a heavy thud. The Blond would follow it up by raising her right arm into the air again, placing her left hand one her hips and moving around to face the downed body of Alyssa. The Bell rang as Cecilia would attempt and stomp down her left foot upon Alyssa's chest with a mighty stomp, attempting to grind the sole of her boot down against the girl.

Cecilia soon started to gesture to the ref-girl to bring her a microphone, which she did in a hurry. When she finally had it in her hand Cecilia would raise it to her lips, her left hand still on her hips as her foot was grinding down against the Mad bomber's chest. " Pathetic! Is this all your little bitch has to offer ? Huh Morgan ?!" Cecilia let out, not even caring to address Alyssa, her focus had once again turned completely to her hated foe. " What's the matter, to scared to face me yourself so you send this loser ? She stood as little of chance as you will when I come for you."

Even in defeat, Alyssa couldn't catch a break as she was slung around and stomped on. The busty Swede had no mercy for her, the friend of the heel who had hurt her sister. She had practically fainted by the time Cecilia began cutting a promo with her foot on the Bomber's chest. Only dimly aware of the situation, she couldn't say anything as the enraged brawler taunted the two of them.

There was no fanfare for what happened next.

Morgan came out in her wrestling gear, a look of cold anger on her face as she stomped her way onto the stage. There was something unspeakably hostile in her dead green eyes. It seemed like she and Cecilia were evenly matched when it came to sheer rage. From across the arena, she gave Cecilia a death glare, stone-faced as she stared her enemy down. If her best friend wasn't lying there at the mercy of her nemesis, she would've started a fight right then and there.

As it stood, she had a mic brought to her. She wasn't in the mood to cut a promo. There was only one response she had for her enemy.

"You. Me. Chairs. You think your sister suffered? Just you wait."

She tossed the mic down, her stare never leaving Cecilia as she began to walk off. Morgan knew that even if she got the last word, Cecilia had decisively beaten her there. The vicious curbstomp of a match that had just taken place reinforced the Berserker's words in a way that Morgan couldn't compete with. But come their next match, she'd repay that defeat and more on her nemesis.

"I promise you, Alyssa. She's going to pay for this."

IT wasn't long until she had appeared, standing there at the top of the ramp after Cecilia had basically called the girl out. Morgan, that hated foe of Cecilia's...the blond despised Morgan and now it seemed as if the girl was feeling the same about the blond. When she saw even from so far away at the daggers which Morgan's green eyes were glaring down upon her...there was nothing but a grin showing upon the beautiful blond's lips. She loved having made the tan-skinned Morgan so pissed, the girl shouted out her words and tried to seem cool...but such a feat was without a doubt difficult when she stood so far away and didn't seem concerned with helping her friend.

The Blond would watch as Morgan said what she wanted, which match they'd fight in. When she brought up what Morgan had done to her sister though, Cecilia would grind her foot down harder against Alyssa's chest. Punishing the girl for Morgan's choice of words. However, when her hated foe left the blond would simply shake her head, how could she make sure to send an even greater message to Morgan. Then it hit her...

The Berserker would chuckle out into the microphone. "I'll be sure to give you the same treatment as Alyssa here." Cecilia let out as the girl walked out, all before she'd attempt and throw the microphone away, before reaching down to attempt and grab onto Alyssa, and with it try and drag the girl up to her feet, keeping her doubled over. The Blond would turn around so her rear was pretty much placed upon the back of Alyssa's head, her arms would try and hook with Alyssa's in order to keep her upright and get her locked into position. Following that Cecilia would swiftly roll her body to the side and attempt to switch them around so that she was bent over underneath Alyssa, who's body would be drape along the back of Cecilia. The Swede would proceed to try and push herself up to her feet so that Alyssa was hanging upside down in the air by their interlocking arms, back against back with the blond, all before Cecilia would attempt to jump up and spike drive the head, shoulders and upperback of Alyssa into the mat for a powerful vertebreaker, or as Cecilia had named this finisher of hers...Gungnir.

Proceeding the cruel move, the blond would leave as well...it was time to get herself ready to finally get some payback on Morgan.


Winner via Submission: Cecilia Northman