Cecilia Northman Vs. Isabella Snow

Cecilia had managed to step away from Isabella and brought her hand up to her tit as she rubbed it and tried to ease out the pain from the bite. Her gaze caught the sight of Isabella coming at her though, like a lunging puma, hands ready to claw at the attractive blond's breast. The Swede wouldn't have that, in fact the Northern Queen raised her right leg up and tried to nail the charging Isabella right in her gut!

Trying to drive the air out of the woman's lungs and stun her as well as double her over. Should she be able to do so, Cecilia would quickly turn around, place her rear slightly above Isabella's head as she'd reach back with her arms and hook Isabella's arms up. Quickly turning them around and then lifting herself up to a full stand, trying to hold Isabella back to back upside down by her arms and ready Isabella for the Swedish beauty's nasty finisher.

Taking a step forward, Cecilia would then jump up and try to hit Isabella Snow with Gungnir! A mighty vertebreaker to drive the crown of Isabella's head right into the mat.

A boot to the stomach froze Isabella in her tracks, the American shocked that the blonde had been able to react so quickly as well as staggered by the force of the blow itself. She stumbled back a couple steps but Cecilia grabbed hold of her by the arms, keeping her from going anywhere while she set up for something Isabella felt she should know but it wouldn't come to her mind. Not that she had long to think about before Cecilia hoisted her up and brought her down head first to the mat which shook beneath them. A jolt shot through her neck and down her spine, the white haired woman laying crumpled on the mat with a brutal headache, groaning from the pain.

Cecilia managed to pull the white haired busty woman up into the position for her finisher, dropping right down onto her ass as she drove that skull of the fake Northern Queen down into the mat for the mighty finisher Gungnir. The Swede would smirk as she had dropped Isabella down and had no doubt put and end to the woman.

The blond would push Isabella down onto her front and move herself on top of the woman, seating herself on Isabella's chest, pinning those shoulders down under her knees and going for a school-girl pin upon the American.

The ref-girl sliding in next to them would raise her hand up high into the air and start the count. " One!....Two!...Three!" The bell would ring loudly and the crowd would cheer at the end of the match as the top-less Swede was seated upon Isabella's generous rack as if it was her throne.

By the time Isabella's senses had returned to her and the buzzing in her ears died down it was already too late. She opened her eyes and glanced around, wondering just what was going on for several moments before she realized the music playing was familiar but not her own. No she knew exactly who that music belonged to and she just so happened to be sitting on top of her tits, squashing them flat against her chest, or at least as flat as her breasts could get with how big they were. A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions ran through her mind, disbelief and frustration high up on that list, but more than anything she was furious with Cecilia and herself.

This had been her moment, Rosaria had lost to this blonde bimbo but that had been a fluke of its own, and yet now she was laying flat on her back while Cecilia celebrated her latest win on top of her. "Enjoy this while you can..." Isabella grumbled through still gritted teeth, lifting her head up to glare up at the blonde.

Isabella wanted to clock Cecilia more than anything right then but her arms still won't obeying her, it was another minute during which Cecilia rose off of her before she could roll herself out of the ring. Dropping down onto her feet she didn't even bother waiting for her jacket to be returned to her, instead holding her head high while walking out of the arena to the back area.

Cecilia had won this round, fine, but Isabella would make her pay for that. No matter how long that might take her.