A supermodel's wrath [Teenwrestler]

Having just finished a match just a few minutes ago which had ended favorably for the young swede, Belinda had just returned to her locker room and was currently in the shower, having taken a good long and warm shower to wash off the sweat and fatigue she had suffered in this hard fought bout she had just been a part of. Things were really looking good for the young blond as of late, as she had been able to work her way through many a skilled opponents and managed to pick up a good few wins, even managing to win the lighting tournament. Her track record was improving and she was starting to be a real rising star in the league. This was pretty much what she wanted, not only that but she was in a very nice relationship at the moment and couldn't be happier.

After she stepped out of the shower the blond cutie started to towel herself down, drying her lovely body off from the shower and soon starting to put on her clothes. A pair of white cotton panties with a matching bra, followed by a pair of light blue jeans and a white t-shirt which she soon slipped on over her torso. Belinda would stuff her gear, towel and so on down into her bag as she was getting ready to make her way home for the night, wanting to curl up in her couch and watch some Legends of Tomorrow on Netflix.

Spoiler:

Ami was a type of person that was always going to hold a grudge against someone who she did not like, after their recent handcuff match the supermodel had been fuming to get back on her rival because she thought she deserved to win that match after being on top during most of the match. She had been keeping a close eye on her rival during that time, watching her win the tournament only fuelled her anger and she decided something had to be done to teach this bitch a lesson.

Not content on leaving their rivalry as it was, she decided to take matters in her own hands and closely followed Belinda after her most recent win in tonight's Friction show. The supermodel had revenge on her mind and nothing else, as she saw Belinda go inside her locker room she carefully waited around the nearest corridor of Belinda's room, wanting the blonde cutie to exit her room and when she would, Ami would attempt to assault her from behind.

"Come on you bitch, get your ass out of there"she whispered under her own breath with her fist and teeth clenched.

Getting fully dressed the young blond would roll her shoulders a bit, feeling slightly stiff after her match...but that was okay, she didn't mind. She would have a good few days off now after all and she would be able to rest up at least two days or so before she'd have to go back and start training again. She didn't have anything planned with Misaki until the weekend after all so she could relax a bit, right ?

Pulling the duffel bag up onto her shoulder and starting to walk out, Belinda soon found herself in the hallway and would start to walk down towards the way that lead to the parking lot, the exact way that Ami was hiding behind the corner. Taking normal steps in a normal stride she soon enough rounded that corner and....

The supermodel went through alot of trouble just to get back with her rival after her loss in the handcuff match, she felt she had been cheated out of the victory when she was on top of most parts of the match, or so she claims, that she had to take revenge on the blonde cutie and make things even, or atleast push this rivalry on so she could sucker Belinda into another match.

Ami patiently awaited, like a lioness stalking her prey, as she was waiting around she had already grabbed a garbage can lid and held it tight in her hand and as soon as Belinda turned around the corner, that was when the bluenette let out a loud scream and charged in, looking to smack the tin lid right on the forehead of the blonde cutie to take her down.

"SURPRISE, BITCH!"

As Belinda had just stepped around the corner she was met with a rather odd sight....her eyes widened as she dropped her bag from her shoulder as if she was about to try and protect herself with her arms...but there was no way to react and move in time for this surprise.

That steel lid came smacking right into her skull and it caused the blond to crash backwards onto her read, hands moving up to her head which was now aching like no tomorrow as the blond cutie then dropped backwards onto her back, her feet kicking against the mat as her hands went up to hold her now hurting head!

The supermodel was ready to pounce, she just needed the sight of that blonde hair and she was going to pounce on her like a cat on a mouse. After seeing the blonde, she charged in and slammed the tin lid of a garbage can on her rivals head to take her down on the concrete floor.

"Aww what's the matter? did you hurt your head?" Ami said in a mocking way while her body bent forward, hands on her thighs with a pouty face. She then tried to grab her rivals arm and pull her up, looking to whip her across and send her crashing into a wall

Belinda was down on her back, her head hurting and as she looked up she could see two Ami's standing over her....though one of them was floating around a bit, her vision was pretty far off it seemed as she couldn't make out which of them was the real Ami....

She was soon enough pulled up by her arm, her blue haired nemesis whipping her off towards the far off wall with an irish whip! Belinda had no way to counter than attempting to turn at the last second and have her back hit the wall. " Aagh..." she cried out under her breath as she'd slump down into a seated position, her head still spinning a bit.

The supermodel towered over the blonde cutie as she was down on her back on the floor, seeing stars probably from that vicious sneak attack. The blonde did not reply to Ami's taunt and she threw more insults at her opponents direction "Go on, SAY SOMETHING BITCH" she would yell and then laugh fanatically before picking her up and sending her into a concrete wall.

After seeing Belinda turn her back and go down on her butt against the wall, the supermodel quickly grabbed the tin lid once more and walked to the cutie, placing the lid against her rivals chest before backing off to get some runway then rushing towards her, looking to dropkick the centre of the lid.

Belinda couldn't really talk back at the moment as she had just been visciously whipped into the hard wall and slumped down....soon enough Ami was on her again and she decided to move in an place that trashcan lid against her chest. Belinda winced and whined as she looked up against her blue haired rival...watching her walk away a few steps.

The young blond clenched her fists and placed her feet against the floor, when Ami cam running in for that dropkick, Belinda would attempt to wait until the final moment before she'd attempt to jump out of the way, trying to throw herself to the side and have Ami dropkick right into the wall instead.

The supermodel was enjoying every second of this, she wanted some sweet payback for her loss and what better way to beat the living crap out of the blonde cutie,who probably was not going to be as hot as she thought after this merciless beating.After tossing her about, Ami set her up against the wall with the tin lid of the trash against her chest, looking to flatten her and leave her out cold.

She picked up speed and ran towards the downed blonde, only to leap up and watch Belinda roll out of the way, her eyes widened in shock as her feet smacked against the wall, missing her target and her back went down on the concrete floor, leaving the supermodel moaning in pain as her plan backfired.