Sabre Vs. Cecilia Northman

After a whole lot of double axe handle blows to her abs as she laid across Sabre's knee like a wounded prey, being continuously hammered until there was barley any signs of life left in the blond beauty.  Sabre's words might as well have fallen on deaf ears, there was no way that Cecilia could answer her. She was far too busy groaning out in pain as she was soon shoved off of the Stone-age babes knee.

Downed onto her side she soon flopped onto her back and laid there with her arms spread, heavy panting and heaving coming from the blond as she looked up faintly at her towering rival. She could only manage a glare at Sabre's frame at the moment.

She could have gone for a pin. And Sabre knew she would have won it. But she wanted more.

Save glared at her opponent and kept that glare the whole time as she grabbed Cecilia's legs. She turns her opponent over and slowly sat down on the woman's back. "Submit..." She spat spitefully

Cecilia was in a bad spot...a worse spot than she could remember being in than now, though she was a in a bit too much pain to actually remember things at the moment. As the blond tried to roll away as fast she could which might as well have just been lying still...

She was soon enough captured by Sabre who took a hold of her legs and pulled her back up into a boston crab submission hold. " Nngha!..." Cecilia yelped out as her hands clawed against the mat..." N-no..."

Sabre shouted out. Not towards Cecilia. Just a groaning and exhausted shout. She jerks those legs back to each word. "You...Stubborn....Bitch!" Sabre threw those legs down after and turned Cecilia over onto her back to make the woman stare up to the ceiling.

The cave woman soon loomed over her, not caring if the crowd got a good look at her body. "One, last, chance. Give the fuck up." Sabre offered her leg for the blonde to tap on. If she didnt, then it was over.

Cecilia refused to give up, even as every part of her body screamed out at her and her legs felt as if they were just going to snap at any moment, she had gone in with bruised and injured legs into this match and it was without a doubt the biggest factor to her downfall in this match....

She was pissed at herself more so than anything else, she could have waited more than a day! She could have not been impulsive and fought Sabre while she was still hurting. Now though her muscles screamed at her, her abs were bruised and sore...and Sabre soon threw her legs down hard against the mat, which got a cry of pain from Cecilia, before she was turned over onto her front.

She laid there, eagle spread as she looked up at the towering busty frame of her rival..." F-fuck you." Was all Cecilia let out in response to Sabre.

"No..." Sabre lowly growled. She stood up and walked around Cecilia slowly. She was evaluating her opponent in her weakened state. She decided to call Sabre out after getting her legs destroyed by the very same woman. Sabre had been gone for a while. But she came back, and immediately came under Cecilia's radar, for good or bad. They had been rivals before. And a good rival wa someone you could pick right back up hating on.

So was Cecilia a good rival? She kept the cave woman on her toes, so yes. Even Sabre had to admit it. Though not directly to the woman's face. Sabre walked back around to the side of her opponent's head. A firm and evil smirk crossed her lips as she reared her foot and leg back. "...Fuck you." SAbre sent a knockout kick to the blonde's head.

Cecilia looked up at the frame of Sabre as she started to walk away from her, hearing that low growl from her rival as she would shake her head, " F-fucking bitch..." Cecilia let out as she would try and roll herself over onto her side, ending up soon enough on her front as she attempted to start pushing herself upwards to her hands and knees.

Her legs ached and protested against it, her battered abs were crying out....she herself was furious. She wanted to get back into the fight and rip Sabre to pieces. Though what came next was Sabre's powerful leg at full force enough to probably shatter a concrete wall if the Stone-age babe wanted to, right into the side of the blond's skull, the force of the kick launched her slightly above the mat and spun around, flopping down onto the mat on her back, arms and legs spread out, chest heaving and her eyes closed softly.

The ref-girl soon moved in towards Cecilia to check on her, as after a second or two with no movement at all, it was her job to make sure that the wrestler wasn't knocked out cold. After a little check up, the ref-girl moved up and would wave her arms, calling for the bell as it seemed the Swede had been knocked out by that powerful kick!