Cecilia Northman vs Emily Nelson

"UUUUGH!" Emily grunted as Cecilia's fist slammed against her midsection, causing her to involuntarily slump against her opponent. Biting her lower lip, she sent one last punch, this time into Cecilia's own midsection, hoping that this would make her let go. If it succeeded, then she would roll off of Cecilia, moving up to her hands and knees to recover.

If it didn't work, however, then she would be ready to counter Cecilia's next attack by trapping her arms under her armpits and leaning up, hoping to drag them both up into a sitting position from which she could then move to fold Cecilia's arms backward in a nelson. If she managed this, she would keep her head next to Cecilia's to avoid a headbutt from the Golden Queen.

Cecilia noticed Emily slump over a bit, and would quickly try to move in and try to place her in some kind of hold, but that was brought to a halt, as she felt Emily's fist drive down into her gut, "UUngh!" Cecilia let out as she lost her entire grip of Emily, and as she rolled away, Cecilia did the same.

She quickly tired to match Emily and move up to her hands and knee, looking over at Emily, "You're tougher than I thought you would be.....just wanted to say thanks for a great match...before one of us end up as the loser" Cecilia said as she honestly couldn't tell how this match would go, Emily was one of those kinds of wrestlers that could hold her own against Cecilia, and she loved that.

Staring across at Cecilia, Emily was gasping for breath after the other girl's powerful scissor hold, and her face almost matched the colour of her outfit. On her own hands and knees, she nodded to her opponent. "You ent so bad yesself, lass," she replied, slowly and shakily getting back up to her feet. "Thanks to you as well. This is one scuffle I won't be soon forgetting."

As she stood, she motioned for Cecilia to stand as well, wanting to resume their fight with them both on their feet.

Cecilia moved up to her knees as she heard Emily's words, rubbing her neck a little as she heard her thank her as well, there was certainly no bad blood in this match, but it was still as intense and as tough as the Golden Queen could have wished for, she felt like no matter what the outcome was, she had gained someone to fight with for many times to come, and someone to compete with for the future, a rival if you will call it.

A rival who was most formidable, Cecilia looked over at Emily as she motioned her to get up, Cecilia smirked a little before pushing herself up to her feet, she gave Emily a nod as she stared into her eyes, even as they were a few steps away from each other, Cecilia's eyes were bathed in fire, fire of a challenge, fire that carried the will to win, fire that craved for more of the battle.

Emily saw the intensity in Cecilia's gaze, and despite herself, smiled. Between her last match against Natasha and this one against Cecilia, she wasn't regretting the move to AFW at all. So far, all her matches had been against tough opponents, and so far, she had been thoroughly enjoying each bout.

Springing forwards on her boots, Emily seized the initiative, faking a knee to the Golden Queen's gut before swinging her arm forward in a hard clothesline, aiming to slam Cecilia down to the mat.

Cecilia looked on at Emily as she sprung off towards her, she had to be careful, and see with her eyes what Emily was doing and what she was planning, she didn't look she saw, and she tried to see through her move.

As Emily faked her knee strike Cecilia just stepped back and when she came in for the true move, the clothesline, and idea sprung up in Cecilia's golden head, she had to at least try, as she would try and throw herself down onto the mat to avoid Emily's arm from crashing into her, and try to catch the girls ankles with her legs and trip her opponent.

If it worked Cecilia would try and move up as quickly as she could, and mount Emily's back, seating her skirt covered rear down on Emily's back, as she would try and grab a hold of her head, and pull it up a bit, trying to move her arm around to place her in a type of reversed face-lock, under her armpit and coil her arm around her neck in a Dragon sleeper, as she would attempt to wrap here other arm around the arm that was closest to her body, to try to prevent Emily from sending back a elbow into the Golden Queen's gut.

Cecilia tried to lock in her latest finisher once again, Hel's wrath, a dragon clutch hold to attempt and finish Emily of in the move she had been working on to aid her in taking down Rebecca in their spars.

"What--" was all Emily could say as, for what felt like the umpteenth time this match, Cecilia countered her attack and sent her sprawling onto her front. Cursing, Emily tried to roll before Cecilia could to anything, but was too late-- Cecilia suddenly landed on her back, sitting down on top of her and pressing her body against the mat.

Grimacing, Emily knew she was vulnerable in this position. Twisting her body sharply, she tried to roll, hoping that this would throw Cecilia off of her.

Cecilia was not about to get thrown off of Emily's back, but the girl was still insistent in rolling around onto her back, Cecilia had an idea, to try and follow around and have Emily end up on her back as she wanted, but also to have herself end up on her back,with Emily's back against her front, as she would try and hold onto Emily.

Cecilia would attempt to wrap her arms around Emily's neck and squeeze on it hard, to try and put her in a strong sleeper hold, it was time to have Emily get a taste of how choking someone feels, as she would also attempt and wrap her legs around Emily's waist again and squeeze for dear life, she leaned in to whisper in her opponent's ear, "You did good....now go to sleep" Cecilia said as she would try to squeeze the life out of her newest rival, an opponent that Cecilia would only give her all against, and not hold back and ounce of her strength.

Emily grunted as her plan was foiled-- instead of throwing Cecilia off of her, Emily instead got rolled onto her back with Cecilia behind her, the other girl's arms wrapped tightly around her throat. She gasped for air-- a mistake, she quickly found, as Cecilia's legs snaked up around her torso, reappling her old body scissor. Emily's eyes widened when she realized that she was now thoroughly trapped by her opponent.

She flailed and squirmed in Cecilia's grip, her lycra-clad body rubbing against her opponent's as she struggled to get free. It was no use-- Cecilia had a tight grip around her, and she could feel her head beginning to get lighter and lighter. Escaping this hold would be extremely difficult, she knew, but she wasn't going to give up. She had fought long and hard in this match, and wasn't going to give Cecilia the satisfaction of a win.

"Hnh..kkknh..." Digging her boot heels into the mat, Emily pushed, pressing down with her elbows in an effort to roll them both towards the ropes. If she could make it, then she might have a chance...

Cecilia held on tightly as she felt Emily's body pressed up so closely to hers, it made her blush lightly, but she grinned a little as she felt her flail around helplessly in the hold, like there was anyway she would let her go, she had her now, this was it, as long as she managed to hold onto Emily and take the fight out of her she could and would win, this hold had come to her like a blessing from the mighty gods of Valhalla.

She felt Emily dig her heels into the floor and her elbows as well, lifting them ever so slightly of the ground, Cecilia just decided to strengthen the hold and add up the pressure around Emily's waist and around her neck, to really try and take it all out of her, to try and make Emily tap out or pass out like there was no other option for her than to do either of that.

The ropes were not to far away, but far enough to give Emily one hell of a way to them in her current predicament, "Come on...you fought well....just go to sleep and it will all be over" Cecilia said as she kept holding on and squeezing on the Scotswoman like there was no tomorrow.