Hardcore Title match: Cecilia Northman Vs. Sabre

Cecilia had to admit that being in the dominant position right now. Cecilia was really taking it to Sabre as she was laying down some painful shots on the stone age babe, and now she was actually getting some insults back at the strong cave girl. Cecilia soon enough went down and grabbed Sabre's white hair and yanked her up onto the top ropes, the beautiful cave girl being pulled up and followed up there by the Swedish beauty and then pull up to her feet.

Cecilia let out a little chuckle as she pulled Sabre into position and put her in that inverted face lock, she pulled her free hand down and grabbed onto the strong cave girl by her clothes that covered up her sexy body. Soon enough Cecilia raised the girl up and fell backwards, throwing them both down towards the ground all the way up from the top ropes and smacked her and Sabre down onto the mat with a heavy thud. The crowd roared out in approval as Cecilia struck Sabre with her finisher Valkyrie's Winged Sword.

Cecilia's back arched of the mat and her mouth hung open in pain, her back ached and pain surged like electricity through her spine and her back muscles, she rolled over onto her front and arched a bit of the mat as well, holding her back with one of her arms. The Queen of Valkyries soon looked over at Sabre and saw her mighty opponent laid out as she looked to be, Cecilia soon enough began to push herself up to her feet, it took some time and she still held her back.

She raised her other arm up in the air and the crowd went wild. Cecilia could end things here maybe, but there was one thing that hung in the back of her mind. The fact that she could send a message to Gatt if she played a bit more with Sabre, but she wondered if she really wanted to do that. Before more than 2 seconds passed, Cecilia shook her head and began to limp over towards Sabre. Cecilia would attempt to grab a hold of the girl and pull her up by her white locks, she wanted to get her up to her feet.

After suffering Ceciliaâ€s brutal finisher, Sabre was really out of it, sprawled helplessly on the canvas, lost in her own little world of pain. Her dazed senses were spinning; she half-heard a cheer go up through the arena, and wasnâ€t even sure if the match was now over.

It seemed like it wasnâ€t, though. Poor Sabre felt another streak of pain flash through her scalp as her hair was tugged, and she was dragged upright. She whimpered and whined as the pain urged her body to try and find its feet, even though her limbs were leaden and drained by this point. This cruel treatment woke her up a little, but she would still need to lean on Cecilia just to support her own weight.

It was testament to Sabreâ€s endurance that she was at least standing, where most girls would have been annihilated by the assault she had been through. She was still prepared to struggle on...though the scantily-clad savage was swaying on her feet, groaning, trying (and failing) to focus her blurred vision on the blonde in front of her.

Tired and in a bit of pain, Cecilia pulled Sabre up to her feet by her white locks, the two fighters were face to face as it started to look to Cecilia as if the climax of this battle was nearing, all that was needed was for her to finish it and then she would be able to walk out proud.

Sabre's body leaned against Cecilia's a bit as the two were up right. Cecilia's would smirk a bit and whisper to Sabre, " You are pretty damn good Sabre..." Cecilia would then attempt and take a step back to try and send a knee up into Sabre's already battered abs to stun the strong cave girl and double her over and follow it up by grabbing onto the girls head, to try to keep her up and to lead her towards the corner. Cecilia was going back there, backing up in fact, she would wait until her back touched the corner and then attempt to start climbing up to the top, as well as try to pull Sabre up with her.

Cecilia would attempt to get them both up to the top, with her facing the ring and Sabre facing towards her, both girl face to face. Cecilia was trying to start setting up the end, as she would attempt to bend Sabre forward so that she could shove the stone age babe's head in between her thighs.

Sabre was dead on her feet and totally at her opponentâ€s mercy. Not that any mercy seemed to be forthcoming right now. She felt a fist slam into her bruised belly, and the cave girl howled and doubled up in pain, spittle flying from her anguished lips. Sabre thought she was going to collapse back to the canvas, but she felt herself being led over to the corner.

She started to groan and whimper as she felt Cecilia clamber up the turnbuckle, dragging her up with her, then locking her head between the blondeâ€s thighs.

“oh no…” she mumbled to herself, gripping onto Ceciliaâ€s toned legs for support. Disoriented and trapped in the elevated standing head scissors, she had no idea what was coming next, but knew it was going to hurt. A lot. The cave girl had no options now but to take whatever was coming to her.

After bringing Sabre up with her, Cecilia began to feel like she was reaching the end, step by step she had gone through this match with her pretty fierce opponent, While it had been a painful match it had surely been a match that Cecilia enjoyed and would remember for a very long time.

Cecilia heard Sabre's whimpers and groans and took a moment to take a deep breath before bending forward to attempt and wrap her arms around Sabre's waist. " It's time to hear Fenrir howl !" Cecilia shouted out as she would then attempt to pull and lift Sabre up and roll the Stone age babe up onto her shoulders, with that taken care of Cecilia would take a moment with Sabre up in the air and mentally prepare herself.

The Queen of the North would then jump off the top ropes and try and send Sabre down with a top rope power bomb, as hard as she could she would slam the strong cave girl down, Cecilia was trying to hit Sabre with her finisher Fenrir's Howl.

It was a spectacular sight as the statuesque, scantily-clad form of Sabre was hoisted up onto Ceciliaâ€s shoulders.

“whoah….” the masked wrestler was hopelessly groggy, and could only moan as she was raised up. It took her a moment to realise where she was, up on the blondeâ€s shoulders, in prime position for a devastating fall.

“…fuck….” Sabre muttered stoically, dumbly, as she stared out at the arena crowd. She could hardly believe what was happening, she had never met anyone powerful enough to rag-doll her like this. But now she was finding out just what that was like, karma for all the brutal beatings she had dished out to smaller girls.

With a sickening lurch she felt herself being thrown down, in the long drop to the mat.

“AGHHH--!!” There was a HUGE crash as Sabre was slammed down spine-first, the whole ring shaking violently. As her body was smashed dramatically against the canvas, Sabre felt a shocking wave of pain flow from her bruised back, overwhelming her whole body, making her tired limbs jolt in distress, as she cried out in anguish.

It was too much for her to take. Her short, hard grunt as she crunched into the canvas, ended abruptly; the heavy blow forcing all the fight from her body. The stone age babe found herself unable to move, unable to speak, unable even to think, as consciousness slipped away from her battered body. She knew that the scale of this defeat would be felt in her ego, as much as her muscles, for weeks on end… but the silver-haired beauty wasnâ€t worrying about that any more, laying silently sprawled, out cold on the canvas.

It was as if time stood still for Cecilia as she brought Sabre down from the top rope with a powerful top rope powerbomb that was one of her finishers, perhaps a signature finisher of hers. Cecilia knew well enough that this usually ended up finishing the job and taking her opponent down for the count.

But when she crashed down onto the mat and landed on her feet, Cecilia felt a sharp pain jolt up her leg. The same leg that Sabre had tortured not too long ago, it caused Cecilia to shriek in pain for a second before she quickly dropped down to her knees and looked down on Sabre scantly clad body in front of her, she looked on for a moment before she would let out a light chuckle. The taste of victory was so close and the smell was so sweet from here.

Cecilia would move down with her hands and attempt to put them under Sabre's thighs and lift her legs up a little from the ground, following that by attempting to fold Sabre sexy body up and pin the masked stone age babe to the mat. Initiating a pin, that the ref who had had little to do in this match so far other than looking on and waiting for one of them to give up or get pinned jumped on and fell down besides the two, smacking her hand down and shouted " One!"

The beaten cave girl was fluttering in and out of consciousness, having suffered a huge amount of abuse in this bout. She didnâ€t really know much about what was going on or where she was. Every inch of her body and head seemed to be racked with pain, and when she tried to open her eyes she winced at the dizzying, blinding arena lights above her. She felt her body being folded, but didnâ€t really understand why, other than the shame of being at another girlâ€s mercy.

“Two….” the ref girl called, a fairly leisurely count, not that it made any difference to the hapless white-haired wrestler at this point. It was clear to everyone that she wasnâ€t going anywhere fast.

The world was at a stand still as Cecilia had pinned Sabre, every second felt like an eternity, All the adrenaline that had been rushing through the Queen of Valkyries had now finally ceased and she was pull away from the fast paced rhythm of her heart and the great noise of the screaming crowd, right now it was a slow beat and all the sounds were drowned out as the ref girls hand rose and came down for the final time, the motion looked to take ages but soon enough the hand smacked down on the mat.

" Three!" was shouted out by the ref girl and soon enough she was up and calling for the bell to ring. Breath that had been held by people in the crowd and by Cecilia herself was exhaled and the Queen of Valkyries let go of Sabre and moved back to sit down, " I...I did it...heh" Cecilia said to herself as she soon began to slowly push herself up to her feet, keeping as little pressure on her hurt leg as she could. Cecilia looked out over the screaming crowd that roared out a salute of cheering for her, the winner in this though hardcore match.

Cecilia raised a hand into the air and then turned to see the ref girl who had left the ring for a moment to get the title belt that Cecilia had just won, for a moment she had forgotten about that, but as she was given it she accepted it with a smile and a nod to the ref girl and after which she raised the belt into the hair and was meet with another salute of cheers.

Cecilia draped the belt over her shoulder and took a few steps back towards Sabre, " Thanks for the match Sabre...It was a lot of fun and you are one hell of a warrior, whenever you want a beating...call me up, the Hardcore Queen." Cecilia said with a little smirk on her face as she began to lightly limp away out of the ring, and began to head up the ramp, walking out with her head held high and to the cheers of the fans.