Ami Takeuchi Vs. Belinda Northman

It seemed that getting any Northman angry was not a very good idea, they were vikings after all. Though it probably was quite strange to see the younger of the Northman sisters to be fuming with rage, she was quite furious at Ami and was a lot more serious than she usually acted. This wasn't a match for fun, this was a match to settle scores, to get payback, to vent agressions upon a target whom was more than resonable to do so on, at least in Belinda's eyes.

The young blond had no intentions of letting the blue haired beauty crawl towards the ropes, so when Ami started to do so, Belinda quickly moved down and planted her rear down upon the small of Ami's back, she pulled Ami's arms over her knees and cupped her hands in under Ami's chin, next came the painful pull and hyperextentions, the bend and torque of Ami's back as Belinda started to pull back and wrench upon the supermodels body in that painful submission hold.

" Yes! This is a match Takeuchi! You can't go get any fire-extinguishers or throw notebooks in my face this time! It's all about who can actually wrestle." Belinda barked out as she continued to wrench back on Ami's neck. " You were right, this is a technical fight. Though this isn't your domain!" The young Northman shouted out as she pulled further back an Ami's neck. Already feeling her foe starting to fight the hold, wiggling about and struggling to escape. " This is my domain, and I'm going to kick your A-woah!" Ami broke Belinda off mid sentences as she managed to slip her arms free and tug at Belinda's ankles, making the blond fall off of her rival's back when she tipped up.

Belinda took a moment to move up towards her feet, a slight blush upon her cheeks from the fact that it must have looked or at least sounded fairly lame to be interuppted mid speech like that. Even so, she pushed up to her feet and readied herself for her rival to come at her.

Ami hated being put into submission moves, her slender body made it very easy for opponents to mount her and bent her into different positions but thankfully for her model career she had to do various yoga classes which helped her cause to remain flexible. Still, her body could only take a certain amount of stretching before her body would start to feel pain. Luckily for Ami, she had been doing some training in countering move and before Belinda would finish her banter, the supermodel managed to yank at her opponents ankles to trip her off Ami's back.

As soon as Belinda dropped off, Ami scampered towards the ring ropes and hugged them tightly and pulled herself back up on her feet to make sure the referee order's a rope break and back Belinda off to kill some off the momentum she was gathering. "D-damn, you cow!" she hissed before hiding behind the referee, making sure he was in between the two ladies. The supermodel would then press her hands behind the referee, giving him a hard shove to smack him into Belinda's direction for a collision.

After being tipped off of Ami, Belinda started to push herself up towards her feet, gritting her teeth at not being able to lock an overly successful submission moves. She had been able to bend Ami's frame a bit, but she hadn't been able to do any real damage on the woman. It seemed that Ami had at least some fair share of skill...it meant that this match was probably going to be a difficult one for the young blond.

When she was up on her feet, she saw Ami push herself up with the help of the ropes. Belinda was going to let Ami just get out, but when the blunette shrieked out another insult, Belinda's face curled into anger again as she began to march forward to go at the supermodel again!

However, when she did though Ami got behind the referee. Ducking out from Belinda and trying to get away from Belinda's furry. Good enough for her Ami though was she found a perfect moment to pull a cheap move. Shoving the referee right into Belinda, who soon tried to catch the stumbling referee but was too late, she smacked right into her and they crashed down onto the mat. Belinda on her back with the ref rolling right off of her as soon as they were downed.

The supermodel was cunning, where she lacked a bit of technical wrestling skill she would cover that up by using cheap tactics which she would cleverly dub as "ring smarts". Using the referee has her human shield, she shoved him forward to smack his head against the blonde cutie's causing both of them go to down on each other, as the referee rolled away. Ami then casually laughed as the crowd jeered her "Whoops, looks like you ran in an accident there. Let me help you" the devious supermodel smirked as she moved towards Belinda.

The bluenette then stomped her boot on Belinda's stomach before moving behind her. She grabbed at her hair and yanked it to shift Belinda onto her butt before going down on her knees behind her. The supermodel would then slide her legs around the blonde girls waist while wrapping her arms around her neck for a body scissor and sleeper hold combo, after which she would lean backwards to go down on her back with Belinda on top. Ami would then squeeze as hard as she could, constricting her opponents body to cut off her air supply and really put some pain on her midsection with her legs. "Ngggh arghhh, w-what do you say? you give up?" she hissed in her ear, despite the referee barely coming back to consciousness.

The use of the ref had certainly not been something that Belinda had expected and it had cost her quite a bit it seemed. She had been taken down by the sudden charge of the ref who was now off of her, but now Ami had been able to come back into the match, getting up to her feet and even made her way over towards Belinda who was only just starting to recover and try to push herself up of the mat and back up onto her feet. However, as she was trying she was met with Ami's cocky tone as she spoke out towards the blond cutie. Followed by the foot of the bluenette stomping down right into Belinda's stomach. " Guah!" air rushed out of Belinda's lungs as she dropped back down onto her back.

Following which though Ami reached down and grabbed a hold of Belinda by her short blond hair, pulling the cutie up a bit as she herself went down onto her knees. The blond cutie winced and groaned as she was brought back up into a seated position, cursing a bit under her breath as Ami still had a firm grip on her hair. Soon enough though, Ami started to wrap her arms around Belinda's waist, and those shapely limbs soon started to squeeze tightly upon Belinda's body, causing a louder and longer groan to escape the lips of the young Northman. At least until Ami's arms went around her neck and head and wrapped her up into a sleeper hold, cutting off Belinda's air supply and restricting her quite a bit. Belinda's arms would move up towards Ami's arms and try to pull them away from her neck, as Belinda's legs would kick against the mat, this situation was without a doubt terrible for her and to be trapped in this hold for too long would certainly take her out of the fight against Ami. She needed to do something or else she'd have a rather quick and humiliating loss against the supermodel.

It took a dirty tactic for the supermodel to get back in the match, however she wasnt the type to feel bad about it or anything. She came here to win and a blonde bimbo wasnt going to stop her no matter what. After getting Belinda down to her knees, the young supermodel locked her in a sleeperhold and body scissor combo, squeezing the life out of the blonde cutie. Ami's cute biceps bulging and her thigh muscles really flexed as she squeezed Belinda as much as she could, her determination could be seen as she had her teeth gritted and beads of sweat trickled down her forehead.

"YOU GIVE UP?" she shrieked as she really jerked her opponents body in the submission hold, before falling down onto her side, taking her opponent with her as well. "You're my bitch, got it?" she hissed in her opponents ear, trying to insult her to infuriate her opponent even more. The supermodel was feeling quite confident now.

"Nnngh...." Belinda groaned and struggled as she was being yanked and pulled down towards the canvas of the mat, the situation was without a doubt very dire for her at the moment. She had already learned that Ami was at least capable in their light brawl before, a lucky chance for the blond had made it possible for her to turn the entire fight in her favor...which had stemmed from Ami's cockiness and arrogance to a degree. Though she had to admit to herself that not even she had expected the blunette to be this aggressive or as skilled as she was showing herself to be. Breathing was as difficult as it possibly could, her throat and lungs were starting to feel very dry, her face was starting to turn red and only grew a darker shade for each passing moment. Belinda's body was wiggling around within the jaws of death that was Ami's legs, struggling against the pressure of her foe.

Belinda's hands gripped and clawed at Ami's arms, those pythons which were locked and coiled so tightly around her head and neck..." Akhg...Amghi..." Belinda tried to rasp out the name of her hated rival but found it quite difficult. The crowd were booing and cheering left and right, it seemed that quite a few of them wanted Belinda to clear out of the hold and fight back from the cheap tactics which had turned the match in Ami's favor. However, the supermodel wasn't without her fair share of people who wanted her to keep squeezing and choking the life out of the young Northman.

The words of Ami just kept Belinda struggling longer...though not even she knew how long she'd last if she couldn't get out of this hold...perhaps this was the end ? Belinda soon decided to abandon her struggle of trying to pry the supermodel's arms off of her neck and instead tried to reach out and search for a way out, her right arm extending off towards the ropes, her vision had started to get blurry and perhaps she wasn't thinking so straight, after all....those ropes were so very far away it was but a dream to reach out to them.

Ami had been underestimated during her entire AFW career, living under heavy expectations of proving to be a good wrestler as her brother was just one factor but no one thought that a model could actually shift careers to a pro wrestler without ending up being a jobber. She was out there to prove that even she could wrestle and take on the big names in pro wrestling history, which was why she wanted to win above everything else. She wanted to win so badly that she would do anything to achieve it, cheap tactics was one of those things she did not mind as long as she could win.

As her cute muscle's bulged and tightened around her foes body, the supermodel kissed Belinda's neck and brushed her hair back mockingly as well "Shhh...its okay....its alright. You've had a rough day? just go to sleep" she purred in the blonde's ears while continuing to squeeze the life out of her opponent. The ropes were far away and Ami was feeling quite confident now that Belinda had even stopped to fight off her arms and legs. The supermodel would not let up at all, rolling then around a bit and shifting sides to tease and taunt her opponent while continuing to squeeze her out with her dual submission move "Do....you....give....?" she hissed in her opponents ear.

The feeling of Ami's hand brushing back her hair a bit in the hold was almost lost on Belinda as she was starting to feel very woozy, her vision was getting blurry and her eyes were half opened. Still she kept reaching out with that arm of hers, though it was starting to seem as if it was weakening, falling slightly with each passing seconds. Ami's sweet purring voice in her ear only made Belinda want to go to sleep even more...this was awful, she was truly being dominated by Ami and all the woman had to do was pull off one cheap trick to get her into this position...

This was the worst...Belinda felt as if she was being dropped into a dark pit that she couldn't claw her way out of....slowly she was falling deeper and deeper. Until finally Ami simply to taunt and spite the blond tossed and rolled them around. "N-no..." Belinda cried out weakly as an answer to Ami, her eyes started to open a bit more, focus returned to her momentarily as Belinda clenched the fist of her outstretched hand. She grit her teeth tightly together, so tight Ami could probably hear the pearly whites scraping off of one another, all before Belinda attempted to launch her arm back and drive her elbow into Ami's ribs, pulling it forward and attempting to do it again and again.

It seemed like only a matter of time until either Belinda gave up or passed out, the refree had regain consciousness and slowly shook her head to try and focus on doing her job. She came besides Belinda and asked her for her submission, to which Ami jerked Belinda's body even tighter and really began to constrict her for that final attempt to make her submit. However, the blonde cutie seemed to have some fight left in her as she responded, rather meekly, in the negative. This infuriated the supermodel, causing her to grit her teeth and choke Belinda out instead of the standard sleeper "NGH! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU!" she shrieked, causing the referee to count her out for the illegal choke.

"W-what? there's no choke, see I let her- Ouuufffff!" Ami got distracted by the referee girl long enough for Belinda to sneak an elbow shot back into the supermodels ribs, causing her submission move to loosen up immensely. She still had her arms and legs coiled around the blonde's body but she wasnt squeezing anymore, Ami let out a small groan and coughed a bit. "Damnit...ugh." she huffed, trying recover before Belinda could take the advantage.