TLC! Heather vs Cecilia

Heather rolled backwards after hitting that corner dropkick, getting on one knee to just take in what she'd done. She let out a breath, glad that that offense all went through without a hitch, her heart racing fast from the adrenaline rush, aided by the capacity crowd that seemed to be cheering her on now. She pushed herself up, grabbing Cecilia's arm to try and pull her up, attempting to lift her up and place her on the top rope. "Here we go" she let out, ready to set up for a big move.

Being hit repedatly by heavy blows to her chest and stomach had made the blond beauty quite winded, which allowed Heather to quite easily take a hold of her arm and pull her up to her feet, all before she was hoisted up onto the top ropes. Cecilia groaned in pain as small coughs escaped, raspy from the shortness of breath that Heather had inflicted upon her. Cecilia found her lungs dry and rough, it was a pain just to try and get air back into them, but she knew that was what she needed.

Heather let out a little grunt as she lifted her onto the top rope, having to take another breath afterwards before she started to climb. She was all grins though, thinking she had this in bag. she got herself to the middle rope before planting her hands on Cecilia's shoulders, bouncing herself off of it. She leaped up, trying to lock her legs around Cecilia's head and toss her down onto the mat with a top rope hurricanrana.

Cecilia watched as Heather began to climb the ropes, giving that brief second of rest for the blond....the Northern Queen would keep her eyes at Heather and watch as her rival soon jumped up. Cecilia's hands quickly went down towards the top ropes and grasped them tightly within her hands, holding on as tightly as she could. When Heather jumped up and her rivals legs snapped around her head and tried to pull her forward, Cecilia'd try and use her strength to keep her on the top ropes. If Heather fell downwards that'd be great....but if Heather's legs stayed snapped around her neck, then Cecilia had something special planned for her rival.

Heather threw herself back, ready to pull Cecilia down with her..but instead she tugged and got nothing. She found herself upside down, her legs locked around Cecilia's head on the top rope. "Kh.." She wasn't going to give up on this. She kept bucking her body, squeezing Cecilia's head as hard as she could in an attempt to keep trying to force her down "D-damnit Ceciliaa!! Just..Let me do it!!" She yelled out, bucking and twisting her body frantically.

"Agh..." Cecilia winced in pain as Heather's legs started to squeeze tightly upon her head, the blond would move her left arm away from the ropes and bring it up, clenching her fist tightly as she'd try and smack it right down onto Heather's belly button to attempt and stun her rival a bit.

If she could do that, then Cecilia'd quickly try and pull herself upwards, attempting to move up to stand upon the top ropes with Heather on her shoulder, she'd take a deep breath all before she'd attempt to pull Heather up so she was sitting on her shoulders, after which she'd attempt to jump forward and try to throw Heather down towards the mat for a powerbomb, attempting to hit her rival with a top rope sitout powerbomb, her old finisher. Fenrir's howl!

Heather kept her squeezing, trying her best to bring her down before suddenly feeling that fist slam right into her belly button. She yelled out loudly in pain, her grip weakening and her struggles stopping a bit, letting Cecilia set up for what she was doing next. She felt her pull her up like that, lifting her onto her shoulders, Heather's eyes widening as she was put into the powerbomb position. Her heart skipped a beat, feeling herself fly through the air with Cecilia and slammed down hard into the mat with that top rope sitout powerbomb.

Feeling the hard impact of Cecilia's old finisher, Heather lie there on the mat sprawled out, groans escaping her lips as she remained in that position. She felt her head spinning, barely hanging on to consciousness as she stared up at the lights.

The impact shook the ring as Cecilia's old finisher got the crowd to yell loudly throughout the arena, with that heavy impact Cecilia'd keep her arms wrapped around Heather's waist and hips attempting to hug and keep Heather firmly pinned, her legs would move up to try and pin Heather's shoulders against the mat.

With which the ref-girl would rush in next to the two girls and check on Heather and her shoulders, all before the girl would start the count, " One!" She'd shout out as she slapped her hand down against the mat.

Cecilia'd take a few deep breaths as she attempted to keep Heather pinned firmly against the mat, looking to maybe end this match early perhaps ?

Heather groaned out a little, feeling Cecilia lock her in for the pin. She could barely comprehend it as the ref girl got down and started counting. This early? Heather was hurting but even with that finisher it was definitely too early to take her out..though it clearly softened her up as much as Heather wouldn't like to admit it.

This was so much so that Heather couldn't really force Cecilia's legs off her. She grit her teeth, hearing the ref count to two before she pulled her leg back, trying to slam it into Cecilia's head inthe position that she had her pinned.

Cecilia grinned a bit as she held tightly onto Heather's waist and kept her legs pressed tightly against Heather's shoulder, feeling the weak struggles of Heather moving around underneath her, the blond would let out a light chuckle as she'd let out a cocky comment to her rival. " What's the matter, done already ?!" Cecilia teased Heather as she soon enough heard the second count, feeling quite confident in her chance.

At least before she felt Heather's foot smack her in the head, " Gngh..." Cecilia groaned out as she lost her hold of Heather's waist, allowing the purple haired girl to roll away, her hands went up to rub her head a bit as she'd then proceed to pull herself up towards her feet with the help of the ropes. " Lucky shot.."