Belinda Northman Vs. Heather Sunderland: Submission Match

After Belinda drove her feet into Heather's chest the Swede fell down onto the mat with a grunt, she'd roll a bit away from Heather a groan out, her arms was still causing her some insane amount of pains along with her shoulders, just moving them sent jolts of pain through her.

The young Swede shook her head and slowly started to push herself up towards her feet, her hair was damp and her entire frame was pretty sweaty now after having to endure that hold of Heather's....she knew though that she needed to push up towards her feet, trying to move up and get ready for Heather to get up as well as she'd look on at the purple haired wrestler and pant heavily. " Hah..."

Heather coughed out a couple more times, taking in and out as deep breaths as she could as the exhaustion of the match was getting to her quite a bit--her air being knocked out of her just then not helping in the slightest. She grit her teeth a little, reaching out to grip the middle rope as she kept that heavy breathing up, watching Belinda slowly getting up.

"H-haah--ngh---heh--it's..hua....y-you're good" She let her know again, groaning as she used the ropes to help herself up. Her body was aching and pulsing in pain, Heather wincing a bit with her movements before she pushed herself back and leaned back into the corner. She stuck her tongue out at Belinda before waving her on, trying to provoke her into meeting her in the corner.

Belinda would nod her head to Heather and throw a smile towards her opponent, and give Heather a light wink at the woman's words. " Hah...thanks! You too, though you already knew that I'm sure." Belinda let out as she would stick out her own tongue towards Heather, seeing as the purple haired beauty wanted her to move forward towards the corner, Belinda would oblige, carefully moving forward and when she came in closer....

The Swede would attempt to lash out with a forearm strike towards Heather's face, attempting to hit Heather hard and then pull back quickly to see what it did towards the veteran.

Heather snickered a bit, a genuine smile on her face at the exchange she just had with Belinda--especially her returning the gesture with sticking her tongue out at her. She let out a long breath, relaxing back in the corner as she watched her approach. She clenched her fists, pushing herself forward just slightly before she was right up near her.

She grunt out as she slammed her forearm into her face, shaking her head just a bit as she stumbled slightly back. Letting out a huff, Heather stepped back in towards her, throwing her arm and trying to return that forearm strike right back to her!

Belinda smacked her forearm right into Heather's chest and forced the American to stumbled back into the corner...she waited patiently though practically gesturing for Heather to come at her and it turned out that the veteran was not going to back down from a challenge...she came right up towards her.

The Swede was surprised when Heather came in with that forearm strike right right up towards the blond's chest. Causing Belinda to cough out and stumble back, she'd shake her head and attempt right a bit to step up towards the purple haired woman and attempt to hit her with another forearm strike right into Heather's chest!

Grunt as she collided with the girl, watching her stumble back like that. Heather was still breathing that same heavy way, feeling like her body was getting more and more heavy. She forced a grin on her face still, winking at Belinda after hitting her with that forearm, ready for her to come right back at her.

She yelled out as she slammed her forearm into her chest, the impact knocking her back yet again, Heather stopping herself from hitting the corner her another time. She pushed forward, yelling out as she tried to come back at her with a right forearm to her chest and a left to the side of her head, attempting to get her with a one-two sort of combo!

Belinda was pretty happy about forcing Heather back like that, though it seemed as if she wasn't able to do it enough, the purple haired veteran was one hell of a fighter just as she had thought, it was no doubt that this woman was someone who Cecilia of all people had clashed with many times before. The Swede winced as she took a one-two combo from Heather that knocked Belinda around and forced the Swede to stumble back....

She grunted out and would try and shake her head, looking to come right back towards the purple haired woman, and attempt to send a forearm strike into Heather's chest, followed by another one...and then another one, before attempting to bring her other hand up and throw a hard forearm strike onto Heather's face!

Heather leaned forward a little, nearly falling forward after her own forward momentum from her thrown strikes. She grit her teeth as she straightened herself out, trying to stop her spinning head slightly as she watched Belinda stumble back. She grinned, thinking she had the advantage before the girl came right back onto her with those four hits slamming into her over and over. Heather's body jerked around as she grunt out, feeling the pulsating pain run through her before she hit her back against the corner.

She bumped against it a bit, yelling out afterwards as she pushed herself forward. She leaped up, using all the energy she could in turning herself in the air--aiming to crack her foot hard into the side of her head with an enziguri kick.

Watching Heather stumble back right into that corner it looked as if the Swede won this little forearm striking contest between them, but it didn't look as if Heather wanted to go down just yet as the purple haired woman jumped up and snapped her leg up around Belinda's head, smacking that booted foot into the side of Belinda's head and causing the Blond's eyes to widen before she crumbled down onto the mat.

Flopping down onto the mat with her arms and legs going eagle spread as she collapsed down onto the mat, she wasn't knocked out but her head was without a doubt swimming right now. " Unngh..."

Heather would have been all smirks, maybe even boasting about taking her down in that little exchange in strikes that they just had--but there was one problem. Her boot collided with the side of Belinda's head, taking her down successfully and in a satisfying way--but Heather went right down with her, landing hard on the mat as her body jerked a bit, a long groan escaping her mouth as she scratched at the canvas a little.

"Gh..haah..a-alrght.." She let out to herself, crawling over to Belinda. She went to make sure the girl was on her back, rolling her if she had to, moving in over her. She attempted to just crawl over her and grab her wrists to pin them down--attempting to smother her with her breasts for a second time--though this time lying flat atop her.