Last Woman Standing! Cecilia vs Sabre

"Fuck you..." Sabre defiantly spat back. Though she was in no shape at this point to back up her bark. The crowd went wild over Sabre's chest being bare. And soo, for Cecilia fans, they'd cheer even more as she set Sabre up for a devasating attack, her finisher!

"Hrrrgh..." Sabre groans as she was hoisted up onto her feet, her body a bit shaky and under the whim of a tired Cecilia. Her chest mushed against the blonde's shoulders rather painfully and she felt it. Sabre wasn't helping, almost being dead weight that Cecilia had to carry and it would be more taxing on her for every moment that she hung on. Fortunately for her, she didn't decide to for long. "GUAH!" With one loud cry and a heavy slam from her opponent, Sabre was taken out, laid out to rest on the canvas with Cecilia over her!

Nailing Sabre with that mighty finisher of hers and watching her rival bounce off of her end and up on her back on the canvas, laid out. The blonde would huff out and shake her head. Rising up towards her feet slowly as she would stand over Sabre. Looking down at her nemesis, Cecilia would keep her eyes fixed on Sabre and then snap her fingers at the referee.

"Count her out." She barked out an order as she didn't even look at the referee, just remained towering over her rival.

The referee would be quick to move in next to the two on the opposite side of where Cecilia was standing, checking on the downed cave-girl. Then she began the ten count. " One!"

Sabre stares at the binding lights and barely hears the crowd, as loud as they were. Cecilia had shown at last that she was able to defeat Sabre square and fair. Even if both women were on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion, one of them was just a little less exhausted enough to win out. By the time Sabre's mind re-enters the match, there was a ref hovering around her and Cecilia standing tall and intimidating as ever.

The ref was already on a number too close for Sabre to even want to get back up, the cave girl being out for that long.

"Seven!"

Cecilia stood over the downed Sabre as the Referee counted down. The seconds passed and after the five count came the crowd even started to join in. Getting all the way down to a seven count as it seemed as if Sabre had no way of getting up. The blonde would let out a huff as it was clear that Sabre wasn't getting up now....

" Eight!"

"Nine!

Only one more count and the bell would ring, the match would be over and a victory would be crowd. Cecilia's lips would form into a light grin as she looked down at Sabre with a somewhat smug expression through the fatigued and battered shape she was in.

Sabre could hear the numbers pass by. It wasn't her decision to stay down. It felt like there was something else stopping her, besides her body screaming at her to stop all functions so it could recover. Not even her fiery anger and hate for her rival, especially as she stood so smug over her, was able to get her on her feet.

"TEN!

The bell rang, and Cecilia would be declared the winner. The crowd cheered loud, roaring more than at any point in this match. The two women poured their hearts and bodies out in this match, but someone had to come out with a victory. Sabre shut her eyes, her bare chest heaving up and down as she breathed exhaustively.

The bell rang as the ten count had finally been counted, the match was over and a victory had been crowned! Cecilia stood tall over the downed frame of Sabre as she looked down at the Stone-Age Babe. The referee stepped in and raised the right arm of Cecilia as she was declared the winner, after the cheering of the crowd began to die down....

Cecilia would shake her head and then lean down, kneeling over the buxom masked wrestler. She would smirk down at Sabre, reaching down for that bone mask and would try and pull it off of the Stone-Age babe, trying to bring that mask away from Sabre and raise it up into the air. Looking to unmask her long time rival.

Sabre kept her eyes closed as the crowd cheered. Now she could at least get rest after this hard fought match. Even if she didn't win, she was tired as well. Until suddenly...

Her eyes shot open, Cecilia had her hand on her mask. Her mask. Her identity. She put up a minimal struggle, being too tired. Her chest bobbed around a bit and a hand weakly tried to pull Cecilia's away.

The crowd would be a mix of cheers and gasps. AS Cecilia would hold that bone mask up in the air, revealing...Diane. Her red eyes wide with shock. She said nothing, nothing at all, as she just looked up to her long time rival, as she probably looked back to her.

Holding the bone mask up over her head as she stood towering over Sabre, having just de-masked her longest running rival and foe in Friction. She would flash a grin down at Diane. " I knew it." She smug blonde spoke out as she would raise her boot up and stomp it down in the middle of the white haired wrestler's bountiful chest.

Whatever pain, exhaustion and fatigue that Cecilia's face had shown before had been replaced with smugness and a sense of accomplishment. Pressing her boot down to force Diane further down into the canvas.

Turning her attention towards the bone mask as she would lower it down closer towards her own face, looking on at the front of the mask Cecilia would speak.

" So long Sabre. You were a worthy foe."

She spoke only to the mask, and didn't cast her gaze down at Diane. She would soon remove her foot off of Diane and then turn to walk away from the downed white haired beauty. " I'll be taking this as my prize. If you want it back try overcoming what this dumbass couldn't" Cecilia said as she looked at the mask again. With that the blonde powerhouse would leave the squared circle and make her walk up the ramp, getting her fair share of jeers and boos from the crowd, as it was seen as a rather unsportsmanlike act to remove a wrestler's mask. Only a villain de-masks someone after all....

Before Diane would or could say anything, she was crushed with a boot. Her cries filled the ring, along with the booing of the crowd for what Cecilia had done. She had de-masked Sabre, revealing her, revealing the rivalry's biggest mystery of just who was under the mask.

She let out another cry as the woman loomed over her, crushing harder into her chest and making it actually a bit hard to breathe. Her cheeks tinted red and her red eyes glance around in a panic. She had come to her senses, realizing where she was, what she was doing, what was going on.

Diane was taunted to come and take her mask back when she was ready as Cecilia left. Some help would come for Diane, but she suddenly sprung up and ran the other direction, shame washing over her face as she had been defeated. What was there to do next from here?!