Battle of Scandinavia: Astrid Kernuish vs Belinda Northman

The platinum blonde's curvy body came crashing down onto her opponent's torso and face. Astrid's hands grabbed hold of the top ropes as her feet planted on the bottom ones to give her the leverage she needed to stay in place. She couldn't help but let loose a short, wicked giggle at the knowledge that her splash managed to connect and left her opponent in an embarrassing position with Astrid's bust in her face. "Aww, Belinda. I didn't realize you wanted my tits, too. Such horny girls, you Northman women," Astrid teased as she shimmied her breasts in the Swede's face.

Astrid was getting her jollies playing mind games with her fellow Scandinavian opponent, but she knew that messing with her mental state wouldn't wear Belinda down enough to get a win. Dropping off of the ropes back to the mat and grabbing a handful of Belinda's hair, Astrid would turn her back to Belinda and shove her head under her arm, looking at the ring before them with a grin. The platinum princess planted her feet and began running, with the intention of delivering a running bulldog to Belinda once they got almost 3/4 of the way back to the same turnbuckle as before.

Belinda groaned out into those large mounds that were covering her face as she was shook her head a bit, unintentionally motorboating those lovely breasts of Astrid slightly. Hearing the taunts of her fellow Scandinavian opponent as she soon stepped away from her the Swede would grit her teeth, clicking her tongue a bit in frustration....

It wasn't long before Astrid took a hold of her head and pulled the Swede in underneath that armpit and pushed her face snugly up against the side of those large breasts, before she felt the pull and was forced to run forward. Stumbling along with Astrid's movement the Swede was brought far away from the corner she had once been in and then dropped forehead first down into the mat by that painful bulldog.

The ropes of the ring bounced a bit at the impact as Belinda's face bounced off the mat in the same rythm, her hands quickly moving up to cover her now hurting forehead as she let out a long groan of pain.

Astrid couldn't help but blush a bit as Belinda involuntarily motorboated. However, that sensation was short-lived as the platinum blonde transitioned Belinda's head to go from under her lovely lady lumps to next to them. She was certain to press her fellow Scandanavian's face up against them as she locked her head and planted her feet, running towards the other corner. Soon enough she would land on her back as she drove the blonde's face right into the mat for a vicious bulldog.

The princess couldn't help but let out a devious giggle as she turned around, rolling Belinda onto her back shortly after. "My poor friend. I seem to have broken you a bit," she teased while running her hand over her opponent who was groaning in pain. The plaid-clad wrestler would ponder the opportunity only a little before straddling her opponent, sliding her body slowly down as she twisted her legs with Belinda's and laying her chest down upon her opponent's. Astrid let out a playful moan as she felt their breasts mash with only their clothing to separate them. Finally, she would lower her head so that it hovered inches above the Swedish beauty's while the Norwegian's hands snaked to her opponent's to pry them from that head and lace her fingers to press them to the mat, completing a full body pin that she knew was a bit premature. "Ref, please count my friend out while I give her what she wants," Astrid teased all while still keeping her eyes on Belinda as she started to grind her hips into the younger Northman girl for added humiliation.

Belinda wasn't in a very good spot at the moment, dazed and downed by Astrid's skillful Bulldog, she groaned out as she was rolled over onto her back and her legs weakly kicked down against the mat. The young Swede soon started to feel how Astrid's weight came down upon her, she was rather confused at first, then suddenly a faint blush appeared on her face as Astrid's generous bust pressed down upon hers, mushrooming their breasts together as the pair of the platinum princess pushed down upon the young Swede's impressive pair.

"Mmph..." Belinda let out as her eyes fluttered upon to look into those blue sapphire like eyes of Astrid, hands pinned above her head as Astrid's hips started to grind against her frame. Leg's lightly entwined as the referee slid in next to the two of them and started the count.

" One!...Tw-!" Belinda didn't let it go past the first count, as just as the referee was about to finish calling out for two, the Swedish wrestler bucked up and tried to shove Astrid off of her.

The platinum blonde beauty was thoroughly enjoying herself. She was going to like making a name in this promotion. Sure she was pushing the boundaries of how lewd she could be in a match without any of those stipulations, and part of her was curious how far she would be allowed to go before the ref gave her a warning, but that was all truly just Astrid's psychological game. She cooed as she ground her hips into Belinda's, pressing her chest down firmly on her blonde opponent's, as she anticipated the referee's count.

To her dismay, Belinda felt the need to not even enjoy Astrid's presence for long as she bucked the Scott-Norwegian before the referee girl could count to two. "Whaaaa-!" Astrid shouted in reaction as her ass was sent into the air, forcing her skirt to flap up and give that side of the ring a nice view of the white panties she was wearing underneath. Her legs untangled from Belinda's from the shock. Further up their bodies, Astrid's chest was pushed into the air from the wave-like push that was Belinda's bucking. The only thing that the songstress was able to maintain through Belinda's refusal to lay down was her grip on the blonde's hands with her own. This allowed Astrid from completely flying off the Northman woman as she tried to maintain her presence over top of her body, bringing her legs together and getting them into a kneeling position as they were coming down, hoping they'd find their mark on that toned belly in order for her to have time to retreat a regroup.

Belinda bucked up strongly, kicking up off of the floor and shoving Astrid up with great force, it was a signature trait of the Northman's after all. Yet it seemed as if that great strength was to be used against her. As the Swede bucked up, Astrid soon came down, in a rather cruel manner.

The knees of the buxom platinum haired beauty were brought down with Astrid's weight, as she came crashing into Belinda's toned belly with those knees. " Guugh!" Belinda gasped out, air and spittle rushing out of her mouth and hitting against Astrid's face. The impact to her midsection forced her to cough and wheeze out, air having left her lungs as she was down on the mat in a coughing heap from Astrid's cruel double knee to her toned belly.