Etzlicoatl vs Belinda Northman

Okay. For real this time.

Etzlicoatl zipped in, going at her usual breakneck speed, and met Belinda right in the center of the ring for another lockup. This time, though, it was the old game of momentum rock-paper-scissors, as both girls tried simultaneously to grab an advantageous position. For her part, Etzli was working on getting a headlock cinched in, and she had the feeling she was doing fairly well until she felt Belinda plant both feet and lock her arms around the luchadora's waist.

Side suplex. She was something of a connoisseur of suplexes, and recognized the setup for this one immediately. This was, well, good and bad - good because it meant she could try to minimize the impact, bad because, obviously, she was about to get suplexed.

She tucked her head, at least, and managed to roll with the motion. It still hit with a hell of an impact, and Etzli still bounced shoulders-first off the mat, but she'd minimized the damage, and managed to pop back up to a knee. The Nahuatl grimaced with discomfort, rubbing her shoulder. Ow. There would have to be vengeance for that one.

The two young wrestlers went in head to head and looked as if they were about to meet for another lock up....however things soon turned in a different direction as the blond cutie moved in next to Etzlicoatl, the luchadora's arms wrapped around Belinda's head, but that didn't matter to the blond cutie, as her arms wrapped tightly around the brunette's body and soon enough lifted her off of her feet.

Belinda's move seemed to be pulled off without a hitch, as she threw the pair down towards the mat, having the cute Etzlicoatl's shoulders smacking right into the mat with a heavy thud! The crowd roared out in cheers for the blond beauty as she scored the first big hit in the match, only for Etzli to roll away from here. That wouldn't stop Belinda though, the Swede tried to quickly push up towards her feet and eye her foe as she was getting up onto her knees.

The blond attempted to quickly run up towards her foe, attempting to run towards Etzli and at the last second turn around, in an attempt to smack her rear into he foe's face, as she'd go for a quick and easy hip attack in hopes to take down the Mexican!

The early moments of a match were all about momentum. Lots of people would disagree, saying they were more of a feeling-out process, but Etzlicoatl came from the school of thought where part of that feeling-out process was getting as much momentum as possible and throwing yourselves at each other at high speeds. Fortunately, her opponent seemed to think the same way.

This one would take some caution to deal with, though. The blonde was a real firebrand, the kind of person you couldn't afford to make too many mistakes against. And she'd shown she couldn't be overwhelmed by elaborate tricks and dizzying flying moves. What to do...

She heard the pounding of boots and turned, ready to catch the clothesline or crossbody or whatever was coming and launch it into a backdrop, but to her surprise, Belinda pivoted at the last second and turned into a flying hip attack. Etzli wasn't exactly in a great position to catch it, but she pushed up and tried anyway, grabbing for a waistlock and trying to drop backwards into a suplex of her own - albeit a sloppy, improvised German suplex. Not exactly up to her rigid standards of grace and skill, but hey, even she knew sometimes you gotta take what you can get.

Belinda was certainly looking to grab the momentum early on, while things didn't always go that way, Belinda knew more than enough that early momentum could very well lead to a win, or at least an upper leg in the later parts of the match. She had to keep it going, but it was certainly difficult. Etzlicoatl was without a doubt rather skilled....it was clear that this girl didn't just win the Horde match out of some accident or good luck.

At least that was what the young blond felt, however, now she was in the lead and she had no intention of letting go of her rush of momentum. Which was why Belinda ran towards the brunette and attempted to go in for that powerful hip attack to Etzli's face, however...as she did so she felt arms wrapped around her waist as her rear drove into Etzli's frame...before she was swung backwards and smacked down hard on her shoulder. A loud thud was sounded through the arena and the crowd groan a bit in sympathy for Belinda as the blond slumped down onto the mat after taking that heavy and sloppy suplex, laying down on her side and groaning as she rolled and rocked slightly on the ring.

"Aha! YOU FOOL---"

It hadn't been particularly impressive or graceful, and Etzli still had the wind knocked out of her from Belinda's suplex, but she had the upper hand for the moment and she was determined to press it. Rather than throw herself at the downed blonde - a tactic which had gotten her hit pretty badly in their opening exchange - the Nahuatl opted to snatch at one of her opponent's legs. Her goal was to wrap herself around it and drop back in a kneebar. Not exactly her forte, but if she could damage the other girl's ability to control the pace of the match, it'd let her save some energy to leap around later when she needed it the most.

"You fell for my trap!" she proclaimed triumphantly, trying to wrench on the hold. "You were hoodwinked! Caught up in my ruse! Taken in by my hoax! Uh..."

She'd run out of synonyms, and settled for red-facedly focusing on attacking Belinda.

Belinda groaned out in pain as she slumped down onto her back, rocking back and forth as it seemed Etzli was still playing and putting up those words and such to keep her strung going. Honestly, Belinda didn't mind it though what she minded was when the brunette took a hold of her leg, wrapping herself around it and locking the blond cutie up firmly into that painful kneebar!

" Aaagh!" Belinda let out as she tried to move from left to right, stretching and pulling to try and find a way out of this hold. Though when Etzli fell into the curse of running out of synonyms the blond couldn't help but try and help her out a bit. " Nngh...I-I walked right into your ambush ? you placed me in a quagmire ? Oowoow..." Belinda let out as she'd try and reach down with her hands to try and pull away those legs from her own leg....

" I'm...far from done yet! Just you wait Etzli! I'll defeat you and then I'll defeat your golden hummingbird god as well!" Belinda let out through a pained face and gritted teeth as she struggled in the kneebar.

"--Yes! Of course!" There was a little more Raul Julia in that phrase than anyone in the arena was comfortable with. "And furthermore, you were snared by my cunning plan! Ensorcelled by my glamorous illusions! Deceived by my subterfuge--"

Unfortunately, Etzlicoatl had a one-track mind, and was not quite intelligent enough to walk and chew gum at the same time. Thus, as her enthusiasm for demagoguery waxed, her focus on maintaining the kneebar waned, and the pressure began to steadily let up on Belinda's leg - helped quite a bit by the Nordic girl's steady work towards countering the hold. Sure enough, after a few seconds, her grip loosened significantly, and Belinda's hands began to pry it apart, freeing her!

"What sorcery is this?!" Etzli squawked, trying to clamp back down, but it was too late. Her distraction had cost her the advantage, and now she was wide open.

It was a struggle to be sure, but piece by piece Belinda started to be able to work her way out of Etzli's hold, inching her leg free which each tug and push, making her way out of the painful kneebar as her opponent seemed fairly occupied with her monologuing. Not that Belinda minded it the monologuing, in fact it was starting to be quite amusing and each time it happened it was easier to play along with it.

" Hah! Sorcery of willpower! The sorcery that can defy fate!" Belinda let out as she slipped her leg free from Etzli's hold. Quickly the blond would attempt to push herself up to her knees and try and grab a hold of her opponent's left leg! Which she'd try and and take a hold of by the ankle. The Nordic girl would attempt to pick herself up and try and twist Etzlicoatl over onto her front, so she could hug that ankle close to her chest and start to twist and put a serious pain upon it with a standard ankle lock!

" It's your turn to be caught in my trap! Champion of the Mayans!! " Belinda let out, a grin forming on her lips as a light blush was still visible on her face.

Despite her efforts, Etzli had gotten distracted, and the consequences were beginning to take shape. Belinda was out of the kneebar and had transitioned into a full-on ankle lock, and, well, grappling wasn't exactly the luchadora's forte. As nice as it was to have someone who would go banter-for-banter with her, she couldn't for the life of her remember the counter for this particular type of ankle lock.

Rolling over onto her side, the Mexican girl tried to pull her leg free with brute force as she grimaced. Her teeth gritted together from the pain of the hold. Having not really had much luck getting loose, she was in the middle of trying to twist loose when, abruptly, the next taunt hit her ears and Etzli glared.

"I'm Nahuatl, you racist!"

This was punctuated by a thrusting kick aimed right at Belinda's forehead.

Belinda was certainly laying down the pain now as she in control she wouldn't let Etzli out-pace her in this match as she would try her best to lay as much pain on the ankle of Etzlicoatl, attempting to spin and twist the girl's ankle around in as painful of a way as she could....if she could make it difficult for the Nahuatl girl to walk for the rest of the match then Belinda's goal would be achieved.

However, it seemed as that wasn't going to be a thing as Etzli started to struggle...however when she attempted to keep her hold locked in tightly as Etzli started to struggle and force herself away, Belinda would not allow that though attempting to wrench even more on that ankle....though when the brunette shouted out those words Belinda was quite stunned, eyes widened as she then took a sharp kick from Etzlicoatl's right to her forehead.

" Ouuuw!" Belinda whined out as she was forced to let go of Etzli's foot and started to stagger back...all the way towards the ropes, where she'd lean back against them. " Ah...ouw...s-sorry! Didn't...I took an uneducated guess..." Belinda let out, blushing in slight embarrassment over having been called racist.