Envy v Belinda Northman

Envy sat up from the ferocity of the throw, and flopped back down again... only to be forced back into a seated position once more as Belinda yanked her up and locked on a sleeper hold.

The British girl groaned as her opponent’s forearms slid across her throat, squeezing her head. She spluttered and squirmed helplessly for a few seconds, before bringing her arms up in defence. Envy’s long, well-manicured fingers would slip around Belinda’s arms, locking onto the Swede’s limbs, and trying to pull them away, loosening the hold. Envy’s pale face was already starting to redden, so her struggle to force open the sleeper would have some urgency to it.

Belinda's arms latched right onto the British woman's neck and started to squeeze upon that neck, hard. Looking to cut off the woman's air ways and make sure that she could weaken the mighty woman a bit and perhaps take quite a bit of wind out of her sails. Pressing her chest against the shoulders and back of Envy's head.

Feeling Envy's hands struggle and pulling on her arms she knew it was just a matter of time until Envy was going to manage to struggle her way free, but even so the blond tried to keep the sleeper hold locked in, looking to weaken Envy as much as she could for now. " Kh...stay still..."

Envy was practically pink now, and her senses were starting to swim. Stupid, efficient sleeper hold. Holding onto Belinda’s arms was helping a little, but Envy was still getting ground down by this, albeit slowly. A change of tack was needed, so the bigger girl planted her white boots flat on the mat and, gripping her opponent’s arms, started to try and force her way up from a seated to a standing position, hoping to loosen Belinda’s leverage on her, jamming her butt into the Swede’s body to try and bump her away.

So far the sleeper hold was doing Belinda rather well and the busty platinum blond woman was getting a taste of what kind of match that the newbie was in for when it came to facing off against the younger Nortman. The Swede was looking to make short work of Envy and take away as much from the fellow blue clad wrestler as she could.

Soon enough though the woman was working her way up to a stand, which made things more difficult for Belinda but not impossible. She could feel the heat of Envy's face and frame as it was forced to suffer through the sleeper hold and it was clear that things were getting difficult for the woman...however she soon felt Envy's rear smack into her lower abdomen, which got a grunt out of Belinda, over and over it happened and with each bump Belinda's sleeper hold weakened...

“Ngh, let go... little cow...” Envy was managing to create some breathing room in the sleeper, which she used to vent some anger at her stubborn opponent. Despite powering up from the ground, she was still getting half-strangled, and the gruelling hold was making her pretty flustered. It needed to stop, or else she’d be struggling for the rest of the match.

Envy’s hip bumps were loosening the sleeper, but she decided to go bigger. Leg muscled tensing, she began to push back into Belinda, putting nearly all her weight into it, trying to force the Swede backwards and not caring if they toppled. If she could drive Belinda backwards, she’d be able to squash her up against the turnbuckle; if they fell, then Belinda would get slammed by Envy’s falling weight. Either option was fine with the Brit.

Belinda held on tightly as Envy had managed to struggle up towards her feet, she figured that if she could weaken Envy enough then the platinum blond wrestler would drop down onto her rear yet again and be done for....though it seemed as if Envy had a fair bit more fight in her.

More than enough fight as she started to ram her rear into Belinda's groin and lower abdomen over and over as well as backpedal and press that rear against Belinda's...the Swede held on all she could but she was soon forced back, rammed right into the corner where her arms fell off of Envy and went to the ropes to keep herself from falling down onto her rear, she panted out and coughed from those butt bumps.

Gah – finally! Envy forcefully broke herself free of the sleeper hold by bumping Belinda into the turnbuckle. She staggered forward, rubbing her neck and gasping. Envy could feel sweat prickling across her flustered body – that sleeper hold had been pretty gruelling for her.

Belinda wasn’t a bad wrestler. She had the potential to make Envy look rather foolish.

Envy, facing the centre of the ring, glanced back over her shoulder to look at her opponent. She seemed momentarily stunned. Good. Envy raised her right leg and, as she started to turn, jammed the sole of her boot straight into Belinda’s belly, in a vicious spin kick, looking to crush the cornered girl. Envy’s bad temper was becoming evident.

Belinda was a bit stunned after having been rammed right into the corner, with Envy's shapely rear having been the thing that rammed her right in there. She shook her head and groaned as she was about to start to pull out from the corner and attempt to get back into this match before her momentum could be slowed to a complete halt!

Which...shortly enough it was as that spin kick came crashing right into Belinda's gut, forcing the blond to bend forward her mouth and eyes shooting open as air and spittle flew out from the Swede's mouth, she quickly began to cough and pressed up against the corner a bit more, as if she was trying to retreat backwards but there of course was nowhere to go...as she was trapped in the corner, for a brief moment at Envy's mercy if she could capitalize.

Envy was in a bit of a bad mood, and her face said it all - eyes shimmering angrily, lips curled into a faint but recognisable cruel sneer. As she completed her spin kick, keeping Belinda in the corner, she licked her lips at the thought of inflicting further punishments on this girl. She needed to claw her way back into the match, after all.

She shoved her left arm under Belinda’s chin, pushing her back hard into the corner, while raising her right arm, showing off her intent to the fans for a few seconds. Her manicured hand formed a hard, flat edge, which she swung down towards Belinda’s chest with quick, vicious ferocity. Envy planned to administer a barrage of breast edge chops to her cornered opponent, to soften her up and show everyone who was in charge!

The kick to her gut had taken the fight out of Belinda for the moment, she coughed out and tried to get as much air back into her lungs as she could, however that quickly didn't pan out all too well for her as the bigger woman quickly came in and started to send brutal chop after brutal chop right onto Belinda's chest.

Each strike that struck home caused the blond to push further up against the corner with her body jolting from each hit she took. " Agh! Aagh! Aaagh!" She cried out as her chest started to get red from that barrage of chops! Trying to find a way to get out of this as she was hammered over and over with mighty chops from the platinum blond newcomer.