Grudge Match: Cecilia Northman Vs. Morgan Raine

Chairs Match
Rules: Standard rules apply with the exception regarding chairs. If there is a chair involved any act is legal.
Victory Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knock Out.

Spoiler:

The night was finally here, it was time for the blond powerhouse to settle thing with Morgan a hated foe and rival of hers who had started a whole ordeal with the mighty Swede by attacking her younger sister for no reason other than that she wanted to mess with the Swede. Well Cecilia wasn't gonna have it, after a bit of back and forth and some payback being earned by the blond beauty, Morgan had finally settled on a date and match type for their little rematch...one that Cecilia had without a doubt been waiting for. She was pumped and ready to take Morgan down a few pegs and show everyone why you just didn't mess with the Queen. This pay-per view match of theirs would without a doubt be the perfect way to settle things with the fake soldier and for the blond to not only destroy her rival...but humiliate her as well, just like she had done to the girl's friend Alyssa.

Cecilia was already dressed in her locker room, full ring gear consisting of her usual attire. The red, black and white style of her pants, boots, top and jacket, as well as gloves. It was pretty much her iconic style here in AFW and why wouldn't it be ? Cecilia was without a doubt and icon in the business, at least in her mind she was. The blond's amazing body which showcased a perfect blend of strength and beauty was more than reacting to this match. Cecilia's heart was beating faster than usual and her muscles tensed every now and then out of the excitement that the thought of tearing into Morgan brought her.

When it was finally time the blond made her way down towards the curtains that blocked off the way down to the ramp. There she waited, her fingers clenching against her hands as they were balled into fists. She took a few deep breath and got into the zone she needed to be in. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath...when she opened them those eyes were ice cold and focused, her body calmed down and her mind was in sync. Her music began to sound out of the speakers and with it the blond stepped out onto the ramp and showed herself to this full-packed crowd, roars and screams of approval followed as usual, but the blond didn't care. Cecilia was focused on one thing now, and that was beating the ever living shit out of Morgan.

She marched down towards the ring and climbed up in between the ropes, moving up towards the center of the ring and turning around to face the ramp. Crossing her arms underneath her mighty chest as she looked on at the top of the ramp with those focused eyes of hers, simply waiting for Morgan to get down here so she could proceed with her plan of destroying the tan-skinned girl.

It was time for blood to spill. Morgan had attacked Belinda backstage, and Cecilia demolished Alyssa in return. Blood called for blood, revenge called for revenge. It was the kind of brutal cycle that wouldn't simply end with a match, it was a war that would drag on until one of the two hardcore wrestlers called it quits.

Not that either one of them would choose to surrender, not after what had been done.

Cecilia Northman was one of the premier stars of the AFW. Strength, cunning, beauty, and savagery were all tied up in one complete package. Comparatively speaking, Morgan was lacking. She was less experienced, less popular, and a heck of a lot less good at talking. But if she could do what few could do, and take Cecilia out in a match suited to her hardcore talents, that meant she had the stuff she needed to survive. If she couldn't cut good promos and she couldn't do H matches, at least she could wrestle well enough to make a name for herself.

That is, if she could prove it.

She came out to a chorus of boos, the crowd's disapproval clear as the sounds even drowned out her music. Morgan was the transgressor here, the girl the audience had paid to see defeated and humiliated for their entertainment. A cold smile spread across Granite's face. This wouldn't be their night, then. Her aim was simple, get in the ring and annihilate Cecilia. Maybe Odessa was right, maybe they would never see her as more than a piece of meat.

Well, nuts to that. She was going to be the toughest piece of meat in this whole darn company.

She leapt onto the apron, turning around to soak in the boos before she leaned over the ropes and flipped onto the mat. Turning back to the blond beauty, Colonel Granite stared right at her enemy. She might've been a few inches shorter, but right now she looked just as determined as Cecilia. There would be blood tonight, lots of it.

In fact, she wasn't even going to wait for the bell to ring. With a sudden burst of speed, Granite ran over, immediately trying to bulldoze her nemesis with a vicious lariat!

Morgan's music started to sound out the speakers, blasting out loudly was that theme of hers. Carrying with it that slightly ominous tone which the fake soldier had. The crowd filled the arena with boos and drowned the music out though, so it wasn't as if it mattered that whole lot for them. For the Queen though, Cecilia couldn't help but feel how her body was already shaking, not out of fear...but of excitement, she wanted to tear into Morgan right here and now.

There was no doubt that it was a war between the two tall and powerful beauties, they would battle and break each other to as much of a degree as they saw fit...hell, Cecilia was even considering doing all she could in order to just break Morgan's body and will, that was her goal tonight and nothing would stop her from doing so!

When The Colonel Granite leapt up to the apron and then flipped over the ropes, Cecilia's fists clenched tightly together, her teeth ground against one another. Her ruby eyes became fixed upon Morgan's emerald ones.

What happened next was the sight of the busty tan-skinned Canadian rushing off towards the blond beauty. Cecilia would brace her feet, dropping herself within her stance as she readied herself. When Morgan was but a feet away, the blond would try and quickly duck in under that arm that was aimed for her chest and instead try and step around Morgan so she was behind the girl. The Swedish powerhouse would attempt to quickly force her arms up in under Morgan's armpits and try and interlock her hands behind the soldier's head to try and trap Morgan in a tightly locked Full Nelson. Cecilia's impressive figure pressing against Morgan's strong back, as her breasts would dig into her hated foe.

" I'm so gonna enjoy breaking you, be glad if you can walk within a month when I'm done here!" Cecilia'd shout out into Morgan's ear as she'd attempt to crank down on the full nelson hold as much as her mighty strength allowed.

"You will not be walking again, miss." Colonel Granite growled in response to Cecilia, even as she was locked into that hold.

The blond beauty really was stronger than Colonel Granite, but the question of which one of them wanted it more was left up in the air. The two of them wanted to go to their limits and beyond, for the sake of vengeance. With this in mind, the differences in power and skill would shrink. All that really mattered were willpower and brutality.

Morgan remembered the beating that Cecilia had given Alyssa, and the cold anger gave her strength. Alright, if the blond wanted to play it that way, she'd show her why that was a bad idea. The Canadian brawler brought her elbows down, dropping to one knee as she did in order to break the full nelson hold. If that succeeded, she'd quickly stand up and lash out with an elbow, trying to catch the busty blond in the chest in order to push her back. This fight wasn't going to be decided with a submission hold, she swore.

" Oho! Is that so huh ? Go ahead an try you little cunt." Cecilia let out in a smug smirking response as she held onto the busty Morgan in the powerful and tightly locked full nelson.

If there was one thing that Cecilia knew about this battle between them, it was that it had nothing to do with skill of power. Like every real hardcore match, it was all about willpower. Her fights back in the day with Gatt had nothing to do with finesse or technique, nor power or endurance. They were about will and ferocity, that was what she had to use in this scenario when she was going to break Morgan in two. That plan was still soundly in Cecilia's head, to break and humiliate Morgan before everyone...but mostly just for her own joy.

Even though that was the plan, things of course would not be that easy. As Morgan soon proved as with a bit of maneuvering, the tan-skinned girl soon shot her elbow right into Cecilia's chest. " Uugh!" Cecilia let out as air rushed out of her lungs, forced to back up a bit from Morgan and abandoning the hold. Cecilia would grit her teeth in frustration at the action, " Bitch.." she let out under her breath as she'd attempt to then move forward and grab a handful of Morgan's hair, attempting to yank it hard backwards in an attempt to throw Morgan down onto her back, unless the Canadian retaliated.

Blow by blow, the two powerhouses started heating this match up. Granite grinned with cold satisfaction when she hit Cecilia, only for her to be surprised and thrown to the floor when her hair was grabbed. Grunting with the impact, she looked up at the Berseker defiantly. Now on her back, she had the vague sensation that she was about to get stomped on. No worries there, though.

Reaching out with both hands, Granite tried to grab at one of Cecilia's shapely legs so she could pull the blond beauty down. Groundfighting might not have been her thing, but she was willing to take it anywhere as long as she could hurt her enemy more.

"You told me to try, miss." She grunted, her emerald eyes still blazing with cold fury. Crippling Cecilia didn't seem so bad right now, actually.

With Morgan now downed roughly onto the mat with that nasty hair pull, having the the solider's body bounce down against the mat with a heavy thud. After which the blond beauty would attempt to raise her right leg off of the mat and then try to stop it down right onto Morgan's impressive rack. However, as she'd attempt to stomp down upon the girl's chest, the pink haired Solider's hands snapped a hold of Cecilia's shapely legs and with a mighty thug brought the blond down onto the flood.

" Wooah!" Cecilia yelped out in surprise as she'd then hear that annoying voice of the Soldier, The Queen would grit her teeth in annoyance and then try to push herself up to then pounce at Morgan. Attempting to bury her frame on top of Morgan's, breast to breast, face to face. Cecilia's hands would then try and lash out to give Morgan a powerful right fist straight to the side of the girl's head, by her temple. " That's a pretty pathetic try, you stupid Canuck!"

Right now, Granite was chest to chest with one of the most dangerous and beautiful women in the AFW. To put it simply, it was like being trapped in a small cage with a very large and angry lioness. But she didn't give in to the pressure from the situation. She kept focused, her cold anger sustaining her where many others would lose their minds from the fear. She managed to partially block the punch, but still took a hit to her head.

She winced as a bolt of pain shot through her skull, but she didn't let that attack or that taunt go unanswered. She reached up with both hands, one to pull Cecilia's head down while the other hand went for a mandible claw. If she succeeded, she'd put the Berserker in a position where she'd have to bite through her own tongue to get at Granite's fingers!

The blond was about to throw down a powerful punch once again towards Morgan's face, but before she could do so that arm came up around her head. Cecilia yelped out slight...before that yelped was muffled as Morgan's hand went into her mouth...the girl's fingers started to dig down into the soft spot of her might right at the base of her tongue. " Mmmphum!!!" Cecilia yelled out in a muffled manner as she glared down at the green haired girl through a pained expression.

She found herself moving a hand down to press it against the chin of Morgan, attempting to push it away from her and hyper extend the girl's neck all the while her other hand would try and find it's way down towards Morgan's large chest and with it try and grip a tight hold of one of the tanned-skinned soldier's tit, only to give it a painful and prolonged squeeze, digging her nails into it as she attempted to place Morgan in a clawhold right on her breast.

The neck crank was bad enough, but the bulletproof vest didn't help Morgan as Cecilia gripped her through it. The Canadian brawler was wincing in pain, knowing that this was not an ideal state of affairs. She had to change up her tactics, and fast! With that in mind, she immediately let go of Cecilia and shoved her opponent as hard as she could. At the same time, she tried to sit up so she could start scrabbling to her feet and taking back the flow of the match.

Having seen some of the blonde beauty's tapes, Granite knew that her enemy had a habit of going for attacks to rather tender places if she had the opportunity to. She knew that her breasts and her groin were her weak points, so she had to keep Cecilia's focus away from sexually humiliating moves.