Tiffany Laurence vs Cecilia Northman: Redux!

As Cecilia grabbed a hold of her legs, it jarred Tiffany from the pain in her stomach. Looking up, the cowgirl wondered briefly what the Nordic beauty was up to. She wasn't exactly known for her technical submission skills. Still, Tiffany was guessing she would go for a boston crab from this position.

It turned out that she had guessed wrong. The Berserker's strength made itself known as she began to spin in place.
"H-hey!" Tiffany cried out as she lifted off the mat, going into the first rotation of the swing. As it went on, the stadium's roof whirling above her, the cowgirl could feel vertigo settling in, her arms windmilling as she went around and around.

Then she was released, the Texan's blonde hair streaming behind her as she flew across the ring, landing on her back with a loud cry from the flight and the impact! The lights continued to spin about as Tiffany panted, her chest rising and falling as she laid face up on the canvas.

"Hey yourself!" Cecilia shouted out as she started to spin Tiffany round and round, the crowd started to shout and scream the more they spun...until finally it came to and end with Cecilia launching Tiffany's body through the air to then crash down hard against the mat with a loud impact. Followed by that cry from the Texan's lips.

The Nordic beauty took a moment the clear the dizziness from her own skull before she wobbled over towards her fellow blond. She'd attempt to reach down for a handful of Tiffany's hair and attempt to viscously yank the beauty up towards her feet so that the two of them were standing face to face. She'd attempt and follow that up by shooting her right knee up and attempting to bury it right into Tiffany's well toned midsection.

After which Cecilia'd try and reach down to slip an arm in between the American's legs and the other arms up around her shoulders, with a mighty heave the Swedish powerhouse would try and pull Tiffany up off of her feet and tilt her upside down in the air. Showing off her strength a bit as she'd hold Tiffany up for a second or two, letting blood flow down to the woman's head...all before she'd attempt to throw Tiffany downwards with as much power as the Berserker could, for a great powerslam!

Tiffany was brought out of her daze by some hard yanking at her hair as the Hardcore Queen brought to her feet, hissing in pain.

The world continued to whirl around her as she wobbled on her feet, remaining standing by Cecilia's hold. Then she felt a heavy impact in her midsection as the Swede's knee crashed into her stomach, driving the air out of her in a sharp wheeze. While she held her stomach, Tiff felt Cecilia's arm reach between her legs, securing a hold for lifting the cowgirl up.

Once off the mat, the Texan knew she was going to be flung back down onto it. What surprised her was Cecilia continuing to hold her aloft, upside down. Then she was hurled back down after several long moments being airborne, her earlier dizziness compounded with all of the blood that rushed to her head. The impact when she hit the mat sounded loud to the cowgirl. Crying out, she arched her back off the canvas in pain before settling back down, staring up at the lights.

*This....isn't going well...* Tiff thought to herself....

Lifting Tiffany up and showing off her amazing power for the entire crowd just like how her fellow blond rival had done earlier caused Cecilia to grin widely, the feeling of going power to power with another woman again was without a doubt great. It seemed that she either fought too many of these smaller girls, or perhaps it was too many punch and kick ones, sometimes it was just those overly fancy submission users....

This was great though, the blond beauty was able to throw down against the woman she beat for the 4th spot of the old AFW rankings. The very final match of that whole system. Regardless though, just the feeling of having someone like Tiff to slug it out against, to throw around and to perhaps mess with a bit...the same way they had done in their last match. It felt good.

Hearing the loud thud and the cry from Tiffany as she crashed down, the crowd let out a sympathetic groan for the Texan. Cecilia'd raise her right hand high into the air, which earned her a wide cheer from the crowd.

" How about it Tiff, you mind If I have a bit of fun now ?" Cecilia'd tease, as the Northern Queen would proceed to try and move down, attempting to grab a hold of Tiffany's wrists and try to use pin them down against the mat, all before she'd try and place her knees down upon those arms, moving her rear down to attempt and place it upon her rival's face and lock in a quite humiliating facesit upon the Texan. Facing Tiffany's exposed abs and her shapley legs as she'd try and engulf the blond's face with her perfectly shaped rear.

The Texan groaned as Cecilia caught hold of her wrists. Feeling the Swede's weight settle on them brought Tiff's eyes open....

Just in time to see the Berserker's large, and shapely rear descending on her face!

Tiffany's cries and yells of protest were muffled by Cecilia's ass, but the crowd could see that the cowgirl definitely wasn't enjoying herself by the way her feet drummed against the canvas. Cecilia's fans cheered as they saw her in a position of dominance. For Tiff, the embarrassment of the hold gave way to the fact that her shoulders were down as she heard the ref slap the mat and call "One!"

Perhaps it was somewhat mean to put Tiffany in such a humiliating position, though it wasn't as if they hadn't done similar stuff to each other. In their previous match the two blonds did tease each other in some private sections while the ref wasn't looking, in the search for a bit of an advantage here and there and perhaps in order to one up the opponent a fair bit.

The two blonds did certainly did seem very competitive against one another, it was probably because of their similar height, stature, power and style. Combined with both of them being tough blonds, and the fact that they fought for something which had a pretty significant meaning back in the day for their very first match.

With Cecilia's rear pressing down upon Tiffany's face, feeling the vibrations that came from the girl's muffled screams and yells of protest against the shapely rear of the Queen, the Swede couldn't help but grin in satisfaction at the scenario. Cecilia's hands shot out to press down against Tiffany's large buxom chest and her other hand down upon the girl's taut and well trained midsection to try and keep her pinned more firmly to the mat. " Done already ?" Cecilia joked out to her rival as the ref-girl's hand slapped down against the mat once more. " Two!" she yelled out.