Minerva Larsen Vs. Cecilia Northman II

Cecilia groaned out a bit as she rubbed her head after taking that kick from Minerva, she'd start to push herself up as she heard Minerva's words. She couldn't help but chuckle out. " You were a cunt way back and you're still one now Minerva." Cecilia let out as she would push herself up towards her feet, eying her raven haired old rival.

She would back up more, and more, until she reached the ropes. Leaning back against them the Swede would bounce off and start running towards the busty Dane. Looking to raise her right boot up high and drive it right into huge tits. Looking to take her rival down onto her back and start working towards ending this match.

Well, that was a claim Minerva certainly couldn’t dispute even if she wanted to. She’d never been one to play nice with...well, anyone really. Cecilia wasn’t so different in that aspect herself. Maybe that was why the two had always found a way to be drawn to each other, whether as friend or foe.

As Minerva got to her feet and started to move away from the ropes, she saw Cecilia coming right at her at full speed. And with all the quickness she could muster, the raven haired beauty lunged out to the side to avoid the oncoming kick. But the referee wasn’t so lucky.

Having been walking right behind Minerva at the moment Cecilia started her charge, she’d frozen like a deer in headlights in a stunned panic, and was blasted right in the face with the sole of the Swede’s boot! Like a sack of potatoes she dropped down to the mat, knocked clean out by the heavy shot.

Cecilia was looking to put a quick end to Minerva right here and right now, she had a well laid out plan...which was lay Minerva out with a big boot to the face and then of course hit the Dane with a heavy finisher of the Swede and put and end to this whole thing between them once and for all!

If only that was the case, as Cecilia came charging in and raised her boot Minerva managed to slip underneath it and instead the Swede's boot met with the face of the ref-girl who had moved in behind Minerva, Cecilia's boot dug into that pretty face and sent the woman down with a loud thud against he mat.

"Oh...shit!" Cecilia let out as she stumbled forward a bit before turning around, quickly moving down beside the ref to check on her. " Hey..come on! you okay ?" The Swede let out as she softly patted the ref's cheek to try and wake her up.

Minerva had dodged a bullet just now. But the ref hadn’t been so lucky. Despite Cecilia’s attempts to get her attention, nothing came from the dazed woman but a low groan. And while the Swede was busy tending to the ref she’d just kicked into next week, Minerva saw a golden opportunity before her.

Climbing up to her feet behind her foe, Minerva removed a set of brass knuckles from within her tights and slipped them over her fingers, then balled the hand into a fist. “NORTHMAN!” she then called out, trying to get Cecilia’s attention.

If the golden haired Swede turned to face her, she’d quickly find herself staring right at a fist and some brass knuckles, which were attempting to blast into Cecilia’s face with all the force Minerva could muster!

Cecilia was too busy tending to the ref right now to notice what ever her purple clad former rival had in store for her. Though when she heard that loud yell from Minvera she knew it couldn't be good...yet she figured she could handle whatever the raven haired Dane threw at her.

She rose up to her feet and turned around only to get a fist full of metal flying at her face and impacting strongly against her cheek, smacking the head of Cecilia around and causing her entire frame to snap the side as she crumbled down into a heap on the mat...laying there groggy as hell, vision blurry as her mouth gaped...she wasn't out of it yet, but she was not where close to being in either.

The shot connected with full force, and down Cecilia went. And suddenly Minerva was all grins again as she looked down on her nemesis. That lone punch had been immensely satisfying, but now the Dane had to capitalize on the opportunity before her.

The ref was starting to stir, but Minerva knew it would look suspicious if the first thing the ref saw was her attempting to pin Cecilia. Maybe she’d count the pin anyway, but even the slightest chance that she might do the math and disqualify Minerva was a chance she wasn’t willing to take.

So instead she grabbed onto Cecilia’s head and guided her back up to her feet, where she’d then cross the Swede’s wrists in front of each other, before lowering her head between her foe’s legs and raising back up. If she could raise the blonde up on her shoulders, then with that ever-sinister grin of hers stretching from ear to ear, she’d drop onto her rear while flipping Cecilia forward, aiming to drive her foe onto her head and neck with her finishing move, the Queen’s Landing!

Cecilia was feeling more than a little groggy. The heavy punch from Minerva was no joke, hell it wouldn't have been a joke even if she hadn't been wearing brass knuckles, but the fact that she were had practically left the Swede half out of it. The blond shook her head as she laid on the mat, weakly moving it from left to right as soon enough the raven haired Dane started to pull her up towards her feet.

Far too groggy to do much the blond beauty, as she was soon enough pulled up into the air. Her vision was already blurry and it felt as if she was swaying from side to side, wobbling around even though she wasn't. She looked out over the crowd, and if she could hear alright she would have been hearing the massive hailstorm of jeers and boos raining down over the ring before she was brought down with that brutal finisher of Minerva's, her skull and neck bouncing right off of the mat in a brutal fashion as she was practically out of it now, not knocked out but far too gone to do much else.

Minerva grinned wickedly as she brought Cecilia’s head and neck down to the mat with a mighty crash! The impact was every bit as brutal as it looked. And just for a little extra icing on the cake, Cecilia’s legs remained trapped under Minerva’s arms as she landed, leaving her folded up with that sexy ass of hers sticking up for everyone to gawk at.

More importantly, however, her shoulders were down. Now was Minerva’s chance to finish this fight.

“Count it!” she yelled to the ref, who had only recovered just in time to see Minerva hit her finisher. Unaware of the brass knuckles that had been used to set the whole thing up, she wearily got down beside them and slapped the mat to start counting.

“One...!”

Cecilia was put in a not so great position after that powerful finisher of Minerva's, where the Swede was now pinned. The crowd roared out jeers and boos, they hated seeing Cecilia lose to such a blatant cheat. Though the ref did not see it so there was nothing to be done.

As the Ref-girl moved in and started the count, the Swede was barley conscious, not anywhere close to be able to move as she might have wanted.

" Two...! Three!..." And so it was over, the crowd kept roaring and shouting their displeasure out at this turn of events.

Minerva’s heart skipped a beat as the three count came and the bell rang. It wasn’t that she doubted her ability to defeat Cecilia. She was far too arrogant for such a thought to ever cross her head. But she’d been waiting for this moment for so, so long. The blonde had nearly crippled her in Europe years ago, then left her behind without a word to chase fame in the “big leagues.” Ever since, Minerva had dedicated countless hours to assuring their paths crossed again, so she could defeat Cecilia and avenge her humiliation from so long ago!

And now she’d done it. She’d finally done it.

With a gleeful smile Minerva released her rival’s legs and stood up, tall and proud, raising her fists high in victory and laughing out loud while the crowd rained a heavy downpour of boos and jeers onto her. Let them, she said. No extent of disapproval from anyone was going to take this moment from her.

After a few seconds her gaze returned to Cecilia. On the ground before her. Defeated. Chances were Cecilia would like nothing better right now than for Minerva to just take her victory and leave. But where was the fun in that? No, Minerva was going to take her time savoring this. Adding to the ire of the crowd, Minerva raised her right boot and planted the sole down right on Cecilia’s pretty face.

“Let this be a reminder that this is where you belong, under my heel. This is where you have always belonged!” To further drive the point home, she began to grind her boot around on Cecilia’s face. “I warned you this day would come, Northman. But you never were a good listener~” And with a shove of her foot she finally stepped off of the blonde, then went to exit the ring.

With the sheer glee and confidence she was carrying herself with as she walked back up the ramp, you’d think she just won the world title. In her opinion, this was much more satisfying. At the end of the stage, she took one last smirking glance back toward the ring for a glimpse at Cecilia, then disappeared through the curtain.

Needless to say, a rather large celebration was going to be in order tonight.