Number One Contender match: Cecilia Northman Vs. Death Bunny

Cecilia groaned out and winced in pain, her leg was without a doubt killing her at this point....the last time her knee was in this much pain was after Nikolette Tesla had practically torture the hell out of her leg in that deadly submission finisher of hers. It took her several days until she could actually move her knee properly.

This time she didn't know how long it would take, and it wasn't long before Avalanche came....shit was going to be difficult. Though she couldn't have her mind upon that, she had to focus on Death Bunny...who was proving herself to be one hell of an opponent. Not that Cecilia had expected to fight an absolute loser....but she didn't exactly expect to be pushed like this in what had been practically her favored match type.

Cecilia soon was throw down onto her back, groaning as her back impacted upon the hard concrete, her arms went to hug her knee towards her but before she could do so the bunny eared girl took a hold of her legs and rolled her over. Folding them up in a painful manner and locked the Swede up into a hellish Clover Leaf submission hold. Cecilia's mouth shot open in pain, her eyes even started to water slightly, she released a soundless scream as a hand of hers went up to her head, fingers digging into her skull to try and focus on something else, some other pain but it was getting to be too much.

The ref-girl move down and would question Cecilia if she wanted to give up, all that the blond bombshell was able to get out was shaking her head in refusal. The ref-girl was insistent though, practically demanding her to say it. Which the Swede let out with a loud yell that could practically be heard into the arena. " NO!!!"

Consecutive and methodical strikes to Cecilia's damaged leg had all led up to this exact moment. From her earlier shinbreaker to downright taking a pipe to the back of her knee, Northman's leg was in as bad a shape as D.B. could have made it without perhaps permanently injuring it. Something which may be on the verge of happening anyway considering the amount of torquing strain was being placed on the folded over legs and curved spine of Cecilia's.

"Keep asking her!!" D.B. snarled out towards the referee as she reaffirmed the dreaded submission and began leaning gradually back more and more. The bunny girl heard the piercing agony that Cecilia was in and knew she couldn't be too far from tapping out. Maintaining the hold took no small amount of concentration and balance on D.B.'s part, so the sooner she broke Cecilia's willpower the better.

Cheering fans could now be heard even in the cavernous recesses of the parking lot, the overwhelming majority showing their support despite the slim chances Cecilia had of breaking free considering how worked over her leg was. A seedy parking lot may not have been the most appropriate place to win this match and be crowned number one contender, but D.B. was willing to settle. D.B. grit her teeth and applied more pressure on the hold, knowing it wasn't going to take too much more now...

Cecilia groaned out, soon she buried her face against the concrete, wincing and whining out as she reached around with her arms, looking for something. Anything that could help her out, she felt something, by her finger tip. It was barley in reach and would take some working....

The Swede would try and move her face up and try to reach up with her other arm to try and throw it back and punt it against Death Bunny's head, looking to grab a handful of hair and shake it around a bit, trying to distract Death Bunny for a second or two. As Cecilia tried to use her other arm to shirt towards the side a bit, Her breasts scraping a bit against the rough concrete, leaving them red and irritated. Her free arm then tried to reach out and grab a hold of the tire iron that Death Bunny has used earlier.

" I SAID NO!" Cecilia shouted out in pain as she would try and swing back the tire iron towards Death Bunny's head, trying to smack the woman off of her....it was her last beacon of hope.

Except for the referee declaring her the winner, there wasn't much that could have stopped D.B. from applying the torturous leglock. She knew she was within seconds of being declared the number one contender and having all of her time working under the insufferably obnoxious Kelly Conway be righteously vindicated. She didn't go through all of that and suffer that indignity only to walk away empty handed. She outlasted everyone else except for this arrogant blonde writhing in pain behind her...she was so close to putting this all behind her...

"Hggh!!" D.B. groaned from the sudden tugging on her scalp, very nearly having her be unbalanced and drop back down to the floor. Reaffirming her hold took some clever footwork on her part, but she was able to keep herself from teetering over and continued working over Cecilia's legs. D.B. snarled in irritation from the amount of fight Cecilia still had in her. Her own muscled frame tensing up tighter from the adrenaline coursin-

*crack*

D.B. didn't know what hit her, or particularly where she was at the moment. Instead she felt a wobbly, foggy dizziness in her mind coupled with searing head pains as she relinquished the hold and flopped forward. She ended up pressing her forehead into the concrete floor with both hands clasping the back of her aching head, her blue-jeaned backside sticking into the air with colorful profanity being muttered out through her gritted teeth.

Cecilia swung back the tire iron and smacked it against the back of Death Bunny's head, which released the Swede from the purple haired girl's hellish hold. Cecilia remained down though, groaning loudly in pain as she started to roll over onto her side, bending her legs and hugging the hurting one towards her frame, shaking her head and gritting her teeth. She couldn't remember last time it was in this much pain. It was far more than what Nikolette had done to her....

The Swede would grit her teeth, placing her elbow against the rough concrete and started to push herself upwards, to a seated position. She shook her head and grit her teeth. She didn't want to put any pressure on her leg but...she had no choice. If she was gonna take this match home she would have to fight through all kinds of pain. The blond bombshell would move up towards her feet. Looking to take a hold of Death Bunny by her legs and try to drag her rival away from the car and far away from the discarded tire iron. Out into the open of the parking lot, no cars around them. Every step that she took sent a massive jolt of pain that made her mind go blank for half a second each time.

The Swede would try and move down and seat herself against the shapely rear of the bunny eared fighter, placing her plump perfect rear on a not so bad one either. She panted out heavily, just dealing with the pain was exhausting without actually having to be as exhausted as she was. Reaching forward the Swede would take a hold of the head of Death Bunny, looking to use all the might she had in her impressive arms to try and yank the woman backwards and try and force her head in under the Swede's right armpit, looking to place Death Bunny into a dragon clutch submission hold. Her left arm moving around to try and grab onto Death Bunny's left arm, trying to place it in under her arm pit to keep it safe, while it would give the rest of Cecilia's arm a bit more to work with. Looking to reach around for the pushed out chest of Death Bunny and take a hold of the woman's left tit, giving it a hellish clawhold as she tried to crank back on the dragon clutch.

Cecilia would look to bend Death Bunny backwards in as painful a manner as she could, putting an uncomfortable bend on the spine of the bunny eared combatant as she'd also try and squeeze down hard on that neck, looking to take Death Bunny out with her submission finisher...Gleipnir!

Huddled over herself with both hands clenching the back of her head, D.B. couldn't even begin processing what had just happened. Not with these pulsating head pains preventing any form of cohesive thoughts and distorting most of her senses. Images were fuzzy in her foggy vision and she couldn't make out any sounds around her aside from the relentless ringing in her ears. Whatever knocked her upside her head had left her stunned and vulnerable after she relinquished the submission she knew was going to win her the match.

*...isn't happening...this isn't...* D.B. began to finally make cogent thoughts once more when she found herself being limply dragged across the scratchy surface of the parking lot. It didn't take a rocket scientist for her to figure what was happening and who was doing it, but she was currently in no shape to fight back. Not with how horribly sore she was. Not from the repeated head trauma. And especially not once Cecilia sat her pert backside on top of her and started weighing her down. Northman than tugging her arm back and beginning to apply some submission D.B. couldn't even quite recognize until it was too late.

"Hrrgah!!" Mumbling chortled groans into Cecilia's armpit from the strain on her neck, the tortured bunny girl scrunched her face and frantically tapped her left boot on the concrete floor once the dragon clutch started bending her backward. D.B. endured the submission with a pained grimace on her face, acting on instinct to use her free hand to pat and scratch on the arm wrapped around her head.

D.B.'s attempts to free herself would hit a major snag though...in particular when Cecilia dug her clawed hand into D.B.'s soft tit. Thankfully her reddened cheeks and embarrassingly aroused moans would be shielded from view from the nearby cameras...but that didn't change the fact that D.B. was fading fast here...

Cecilia grit her teeth as she seated herself on the backside of the lovely Death Bunny and now locked her into this painful submission finisher of hers. There was already a rumbling going through the arena now that the crowd far away from them were shouting and screaming as they watched the action on the titantron. They seemed to be certain that Cecilia had this match now, her trusty submission finisher had never let her down and tonight wasn't going to be any different.

The Swede's strong arms flexed as she was putting practically all she had into choking, bending and clawing Death Bunny, wanting to take the bunny eared combatant far beyond her limits to not only beat Death Bunny, but to get back at the bunny eared fighter for her viscous assault on the Swede's leg. Which was still pulsing with pain, but that just made Cecilia want to strain herself even more, strain herself to destroy Death Bunny!

The ref-girl move in next to the pair and would start to check and ask Death Bunny if she wanted to give up, with Cecilia snarling out loudly. " GIVE UP, YOU LOSER!!" As she tried to flex and tighten the hold even more. Only way that Cecilia would accept letting go was if Death Bunny tapped.

After nearly a minute from the torquing strain of the hold testing the limits of her flexibility, D.B. found herself incapable of offering much of a fight anymore. Her frenetic scratches eventually dying down to light squeezing of the arm bearing down on her head, the thumping of her leg against the concrete floor easing down to go limp along with the rest of her. She was lost somewhere in a world of unbridled agony and crippling embarrassment from having her heaving chest viciously fondled in the process.

"..."

Most signs of life would eventually start to leave her as she slumped limply in the debilitating submission. Her fluttering eyelids growing heavier and heavier in her waning struggles to stay conscious. Being outright defeated and tamed by the overpowering Swede was not how this match was supposed to end. Suffering through Parker, Tanikaze, and Conway only to stumble at the finish line to someone she once thought wasn't important enough to regard as an actual threat to her. This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out.

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After a few more seconds, the referee would closely examine D.B. and get Cecilia's attention by tapping on her shoulders.

"Alright, that's it!! She's knocked out!! You got her!!" barked the referee as loud as she could to get Cecilia to relinquish the hold on the unconscious bunny girl. D.B. now panting lightly into Cecilia's arm with her sweat drenched frame completely lifeless and sagging limply. Completely incapable of hearing the raucous cheers sounding off in the arena for the victorious Swede.

Cecilia kept her dreaded hold locked in even after Death Bunny had practically fallen completely limp, the Swede wanted to keep the hold going. She wanted Death Bunny to tap, she wasn't about to let go until the match was officially over. It wasn't long though until the ref-girl started to tap on the blond bombshell's shoulder.

The Swede looked over at the ref and then towards Death Bunny. She started to ease up the hold and snarled out. Shaking her head a bit as the ref-girl yet again tapped her on the shoulder. " It's over!!!" She spoke out as the Swede would then unwrap her arm from Death Bunny's neck and release her foe, letting her flop down onto the concrete floor. She remained seated on Death Bunny's rear as she panted out, sweaty and fatigued, her muscles feeling strained and complaining at her for pushing them so much...especially in that Dragon Clutch right now. " Tch..." Cecilia clicked her tongue as the ref-girl would take a hold of the Swede's right arm and raise it up into the air.

Soon to follow was the bell ringing off in the arena and the ring announcer declaring that Cecilia was the winner. Though she remained seated on top of Death Bunny for a few more seconds. Before she'd reach for Death Bunny's hair, looking to pull that face up a bit from the concrete so she could lean down and whisper into Death Bunny's ear.

" Still don't think I've got what it takes ? Poor delusional little Thumper." Cecilia let out as she would yank back a bit on that hair to pull her up a bit more, before she'd let go of Death Bunny and let the sweaty and beautiful frame of the purple haired girl fall down onto the concrete again as the Swede would move up towards her feet, wincing as soon as she put the slightest pressure on her leg. Soon she started to try and make her way out of the parking lot and head towards the locker room, limping as she walked.

Blissful unconsciousness sometimes had it's innate perks. Namely, being completely unaware of your surroundings or what was happening around you. In this case, it was the fact Cecilia remained seated triumphantly atop the fallen bunny girl's plump backside while she remained splayed out beneath her. It was the imagery that best summed up the match as whole. D.B.'s best efforts coming up short against the overbearing Swede who was now on her way to Canada to face Brittany for world title. The battered bunny girl groaning miserably with her cheek pressed against the floor with the exhaustive rigors of the match keeping her from moving her battered frame one inch.

"ngh..." D.B. flinched from the tugging on her scalp that brought her head up, only making out the latter half of Cecilia's commentary. Including the witty rabbit jab at her.  Appropriate, considering she was just than thumping her leg against the floor from having her spine bent over itself, but D.B. was too exhausted to be enraged. That could come later.

Instead she just flopped back down in a sweaty and miserable heap while Cecilia took her leave of the parking lot. A group of officials would swarm around D.B. and begin tending to her with routine medical care. Though in between all the hustling medical personnel, D.B. could still tilt her head up and make out Cecilia marching away through her one weary eye open. It was the last image D.B. would remember before falling back down, closing her eye, going unconscious once more.

With the match now officially over, the nearby cameraman would happen to center his lens in on the nearby Rolls Royce that had been battered throughout the brawl. In particular, zooming in on the front license plate before fading out.

"Sellers"

Winner: Cecilia Northman