SS 16: Nikolette Tessla Vs. Cecilia Northman

Cecilia's wild swings were not enough to slow down Nikolette, at least not enough...as soon enough the Serb raised her right up into the air with a hold of the Swede's leg as the blond was held up in the air, the mighty powerhouse was soon dropped down on her head and shoulders with a devastating fisherman's driver which made the arena erupt in cheers and jeers.

" Gagh!" The blond gasped out in pain at the impact, eyes widening before they fell shut, her leg flopped down onto the mat, twitching upon impact with the mat....her chest heaved as Nikolette's tired frame started to move up ont top of her and rolled on onto her chest with a leg hooked up.

The count had started and the crowd was being killed by anticipation alone...would Cecilia kick out ? Would Nikolette win now ? The ref's hand was already on it's way down for the third count when the Swede would shoot her upper body up, throwing her legs down to practically attempt to shoot herself up into a seated position and shove Nikolette off of her to break the pin. Practically breaking the pin at a 2.8 count. Had the Serb acted a bit faster and gone for the pinfall just a few miliseconds faster, then this match might have been over now.

All of Nikolette's muscles tightened in anticipation of the countShe could feel it in her body and she could feel the crowd's energy as they counted along. And the small pause between the final count only helped to reassure the Serb. She was about to get the biggest win of her career and if she could beat Cecilia, Brittany would be easy in comparison. All those thoughts swam through her head in a flash while she waited for the signal.

And then Cecilia kicked out.

Nikolette sat up and turned her head. She stared dumbfounded at the referee who held the two count up. She shook her head and hopped up, the adrenaline from the driver spiking enough to let her get up in the referee's face.

"Three!" She said and made pantomime motion with her hand. "One! Two! Three!" She argued for a moment, knowing how futile it was but having no recourse otherwise. She felt drained and worn out from the match. She didn't blame the referee but there was doubt in her head.

Sighing heavily, Nikolette turned back and looked down at Cecilia. "Get up!" She growled and reached for two big handfuls of Cecilia's pretty, blonde hair. If THAT didn't put the blonde down, then she didn't know what would, but she wasn't going to stop until the three count was hers.

Cecilia panted out as she faintly could hear Nikolette argue with the ref, the stunned sounds coming from the crowd as a large amount of them even cheered out from the notion that Cecilia was still in the mind, but slowly the thought that the blond beauty was just pushing off the inevitable was sinking into them...it seemed their faith in the Northern Wrestler was starting to abate...

A small sigh escaped from the blonds lips as she soon felt a set of hands upon her hair, pulling her up towards her feet. She'd show them....she'd show Nikolette....she'd show everyone! Just who the hell she was! As Cecilia was getting pulled up onto her feet the mighty Swede would clench her right first and try and throw it upwards with as much force as the Mighty Swede could, right into the Serbs chin! For a hellish uppercut.

Nikolette definitely wasn't expecting Cecilia to have a ton of fight left in her but she did expect a struggle. She had gotten one the whole match and if Cecilia's last bit of energy had drained from her to kick out, Nikolette would be even more upset with herself.

So when the punch came, and Cecilia's fist drove into her chin, Nikolette's eyes widened.

"Buuuuuhhh!"

Her head was jerked back sharply, sweat flying off her as she instantly released Cecilia's hair and stumbled backwards. She saw a flash of light in her eyes when the punch connected. Her head was spinning and she didn't know where she was. She wasn't conscious, but she wasn't unconscious. It was like she had been blinded and she released Cecilia's hair staggered around the canvas holding her chin with one hand while groping at the air with the other.

The uppercut was only the beginning and when it connected there was a rising in the crowds voices, there was life still in the blond beauty and she had no desire to slow down....she could feel how her body wanted to lie down but the Swede's will was to push on no matter what!

She pushed forward, right hand still clenched into a fist as she'd step in closer to Nikolette who was staggering! Attempting to throw a punch with all her might, a haymaker aimed right for Nikolette's pretty but bloody nose! Should it connect she'd attempt and pull her arm back and with it lock her hand around the hand of Nikolette's that was waving around in the air and attempt to swiftly pull the brunette up onto her shoulders for a quick transition into a fireman's carry!

There was an audible crunch when Cecilia's fist smashed into Nikolette's nose. The staggering Serb had barely even seen the fist. Her arm came up as if she might try to guard but it only made it to her chest before she was punched. Her head snapped backwards, throwing a spray of blood in the air.

Nikolette was off balance and about to fall backwards, one hand going to her nose while the other still flailed about, only to be yanked forward. She stumbled into Cecilia's grip and was hoisted up onto the Swede's shoulders where she fell nearly limp, groaning as sweat and blood dropped off her.

Hoisting Nikolette up onto her shoulders proved to be quite the strain to Cecilia's knee, it wanted to buckle...to give out right under her and just fall down....but the Swede did not, she needed to stay up for a bit longer. Her teeth gnashed together, she growled out between those teeth as she raised her head up.

" Uuuuuraaaaaaaahhh!!!" Cecilia roared out as she would try and toss out Nikolette's legs behind her and in the motion jump only to come dropping down onto her rear, with Nikolette's chin and head impacting against her right shoulder as she dropped for a brutal fireman's carry stunner! One of Cecilia's mighty finishers, Järngreiper!

Nikolette was panting against Cecilia as she was draped across the girl's shoulders. Trying to shake the cobwebs from her head and aching body, by the time she was turned and flung, Nikolette was in the process of starting to throw elbows. A process that was too little, too late. The turning of her bodywas enough to keep her dizzied and even though her feet were planted, she did not have the strength or wherewithal to maintain balance and collapsed, with gravity and momentum's help harshly onto Cecilia's shoulder.

"Geeehh!"

Nikolette's body was flung backwards in a spray of sweat and blood and she landed flayed out and moaning with her eyes fluttering from the bright and invading arena lights. She wasn't sure if she was conscious or not. All she could hear was the roar of the crowd as her ample chest heaved desperately.

The Impact was a heavy one, as in the swing of Nikolette's body the entire downward mass of Nikolette falling down and Cecilia dropping to her rear was aiding the stunners impact to only make it that more brutal! With the heavy hit came Nikolette's head practically ricocheting off of Cecilia's strong shoulder and with it a beautiful arc of blood and sweat shot from the lovely face of the Serb.

After her finisher, Cecilia remained seated for a second or two, huffing out loudly as she pulled a hand up through her hair, pulling it backwards away from her forehead and view, it was so sleek with sweat that it was very easy to form, no matter what direction she had put it, it would probably stay that way and Nikolette's blood having stained it red in a few places, practically giving the sweaty Cecilia red highlights for now.

The Swede turned over onto her to face Nikolette and went up onto her knees, pain had left her for the moment as the thought of putting and end to this and winning this match had filled her mind, clouding her to pretty much everything. She moved forward a bit and reached her hands down in under Nikolette's legs, pulling them up to try and fold the Serb up into a matchbook pin and move up to her feet, pressing her crotch against Nikolette's shapely rear as her hands move to press against the backs of Nikolette's knees, trying to push those legs down as far as she could onto Nikolette's body and put all her weight and power into keeping the woman down.

The ref-girl being quick to move in besides the two would start the count, a count that the fully packed crowd here in Alaska started to chant along with." ONE!...TWO!" The Swed let out a light huff of air as her eyes stared right down Nikolette's face, blazing red eyes...

Nikolette remained still except for the heaving of her ample chest. Her eyes fluttered briefly as she heard the roar of the crowd, but it wasn't until she felt her legs being grabbed that she even made any other motion. "Nnnnn...." Only a soft groan escaped her lips as she felt Cecilia's shapely hips against her own rump. Opening her eyes wearily, she heard the slap of the canvas and let her head loll to the side to see the referee lifting her hand for the first count.

Huffing Nikolette's head rolled back and met Cecilia's gaze when the second count hit. That was when her brain clicked and she struggled as much as she could, grunting deepely as she put all of her strength into trying to force Cecilia off her legs.

"Rrrrrrrrgggghh!"

The gutteral growl escaped her legs and she lifted Cecilia up enough to make it look like she was going to kick out, only for her legs to collapse under the weight before the final count.

"THREE!"

Nikolette heard the whole arena scream the count out and when the referee stood up and signaled for the bell, Nikolette felt the last of her energy completely drain away. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment of loss and she turned her head, letting sweat, saliva and blood drip from her.

"Shit..."