Belinda Northman Vs. Ami Takeuchi: Handcuff match

Belinda let out a sigh of relief as she was able to smack away that handcuff from Ami's hands, watching it sail away and slide along the mat, almost to the edge of the ring. The blond cutie though was far from being able to fight back against Ami, as the blue haired girl easily pulled her up to her feet by her short hair. " Aaah...." Belinda winced out as her half opened eyes looked on at her hated rival...

Before Belinda could do anything the blue haired girl would pull out that arm and smack it right into Belinda's chest, driving the Swede down towards the mat with a heavy thud as air was one again rushed out of Belinda's lungs. She crashed down onto her back, coughing out as her arms wrapped around her hurting chest.

It seemed that the supermodel would have to make some slight adjustments to her scheme as the blonde cutie was down but not yet out. She pulled her opponent up on her feet before yanking her in and taking her back down with a vicious clothesline, her arm violently smacking against the blondes chest to send her tumbling back down.

Ami had a satisfying grin on her face as she was down on her knees next to the downed Belinda, where she would try to tug on her shoulders to roll her over onto her belly before trying to mount the small of her back, as she was getting ready to set her up for a camel clutch submission. Her arms arched forward to cup them around her chin as she would then attempt to pull back as roughly as she could

The blond coughed out loudly, shaking her head as she would try and move around, attempting to roll over onto her front and push herself up. However, before she could do so the blond was rolled over onto her front by the bluenette. Ami soon moved up and sat herself on the blond' back with her read covered rear pressing down against the rear of Belinda's.

" Ugh..." The blond cutie groaned out as her arms were pulled up over Ami's knees and the blue haired girl would cup her hands on her chin. Belinda soon got to feel the bluenette would pull her back and causing a large strain on her back. " Aa-aaah...n-no!"

As her opponent herself wanted to roll over and probably away from the blunette, it was easier for the supermodel to simply give her a nudge and then climb ontop of her back where she would wriggle her butt down on her back before leaning forward and wrapping her fingers around her chin to roughly pull her chin back in a traditional camel clutch submission.

She loved every single moan that came out of the blonde's mouth as she grinned in satisfaction "How about this then?" she said as she released her by the chin and grabbed her hair, pulling back on her hair for a modified camel clutch.

Ami's changing tactics were always something that bothered Belinda in their matches, she was good at keeping the blond guessing as to what would come next and this time was no exception. As Ami's hands soon slipped away from Belinda's chin and instead gripped tightly onto the blond's short hair.

Belinda's eyes went wide as pain shot through her scalp, feeling the hard tugging on her hair as she was pulled back even more than before. " Aaaahgghh!" Belinda screamed out, her arms waving around as her feet kicked against the mat, tears started to form in the corner of her eyes from this brutal hairpulling.

The traditional camel clutch transitioned into a very unorthodox variant of the same submission move as the supermodel yanked on her opponents hair back violently to pull her head back and put pressure on her back as well as the stinging sensation of the hairpulling on her scalp. She licked her lips devilishly as her head leaned forward to see the look in her eyes and her painful expressions.

"D'aww what's the matter? Little baby Northman gonna cry? awww"she mocked her while looking her right in the eye and not letting up on her submission at all

Belinda was crying out loudly in pain as she was being pulled back by her hair, the feeling as if he hair was going to be ripped out from it's roots, the blond cutie couldn't help but cry out in pain, her eyes tearing up as she tried her best to struggle free from Ami's viscous hold.

Soon Ami decided to lean forward and mock her, the blond grit her teeth....trying to hold in her cries as she closed her eyes, shaking her head weakly as an answer to Ami's mocking words.

The supermodel was hell bent on torturing her opponent, using Belinda's own hair against her. She pulled on it violently so her opponent's head would further meet her in the eye as she would give her a look of superiority and when she weakly shook her head in defiance, the supermodel would simply raise her eyebrow and pout.

"Tsk tsk, still being stubborn brat?" Fine by me..."she said very casually before keeping a good grip of her hair and then using that strong grip to push her head forward and slam her head into the ring canvas repeatedly to really take the fight out of the blonde cutie.

"Ugnh!" Belinda cried out, every time that her head was being slammed into the mat, repeatedly she was made an acquaintance of the ring as her face was slammed over and over into the mat. Her forehead started to grow red from the punishment she was taking, her arms struggled to get off of Ami's knees so she could try and put them under her head so they'd take the brunt of the impact instead and she wouldn't have to suffer getting a face full of mat by her hated rival.

Belinda had to do something....if things continued like they were she would probably lose yet again at the hands of Ami....which was something she just couldn't have it be, to lose twice to her nemesis in a row....would just be heartbreaking.

After toying with her opponent for a while, she finally stopped banging Belinda's against the mats and simply sat on her back while posing over her and fixing her own hair. She slowly slid off her back and then grabbed her by the hair to pick her back up on her feet, very slowly "Get up you, I'm not done yet" she commanded as she moved towards her front, facing her face to face.

Ami would then try to tuck her opponents head under her arms and grab a hold of her opponents bottoms, from the side, trying to use it to lift her up vertically and hold her there for a few seconds but very quickly bring her back down on her back in a standard suplex.