Denice Rossi Vs. Belinda Northman

Belinda manged to get behind Denice and with it started pull up those arms of the woman up into the air and she placed her blue and white boot down against the woman's upper spine, right in between those shoulder blades as she started to pull those arms backwards in a painful manner.

Denice struggled, but Belinda managed to win-out in the struggle and with it started pull back on the painful surfboard hold! Belinda started leaning backwards as she had Denice stuck in this hold, trying to bring about as much pain as she could down upon the redhead.

" G-got you now!" The Swede let out as she would try and push Denice down with her foot, as if she was practically trying to pull those arms out of their sockets. Looking to cause some much needed pain and payback onto the buccaneer.

Denice didn't want to move to her opponent's whims, but she wasn't in a position to fight against them though as the blonde pressed her foot downwards into the redhead's back in an excruciating submission. " G-N-Not for...long " The Italian would eventually manage to grumble out, leaning one of her shoulders forward before doing the same with the other in a failed attempt to alleviate the pressure placed on her arms from Belinda's pulling.

It didn't help that one part of her body was pushed forward while the other was pulled backwards, applying pressure to both Denice's back and arms which would likely limit her offence and mobility from here on out.

In Belinda's situation there was precious little she could do, other than ignore the burning pain and the ref's insistent pestering as the woman asked if she wanted to quit. With a quick shake of the head Denice would get the official off her case, before continuing the struggle of throwing her shoulders forward one at a time to try and unbalance the woman behind her. Meanwhile Denice would also try to apply her weight onto one of her thighs. The redhead trying to tilt her body towards one side while trying to stretch one of her legs to the side and pushing it against the mat in an attempt to slowly start fighting upwards up onto her feet.

Belinda kept her foot burying down against Denice's upper-back in between her shoulder blade, not letting up on the woman as she did all she could to pain Denice and pay her back for her assault. It seemed as if the redhead was not willing to tap out though, or submit as when the ref-girl walked up and asked her she shook her head and got the ref-girl to back off for a few seconds.

It seemed as if Belinda had the hold locked in tightly though, as Denice struggled and shifted but to no avail...though Belinda started to see how her opponent was started to shift her legs out underneath her and started to try and push herself up towards her feet. The Swede grit her teeth and was soon forced to remove her foot from Denice's shoulder and would quickly try and let go of those arms of Denice.

Trying to instead grab a hold of her foe quickly by attempting to slide her arms up in underneath those arms and press her generous chest up against Denice's back to try and clasp her hands behind Denice's head and lock her into a firm full nelson submission instead.

Denice's very being wanted to cry out as she felt her opponent's foot digging against her upper back, the redhead's body begging her to stop resisting as her attempt to get onto her feet for a while was just making the pressure between her shoulder blades all the worse. However the youngest member of the Rossi family didn't power through on will power or any such thing, Denice thought with her brain rather than her heart and even now that would be the case. The buccaneer knew that she just had to bare through it, she'd been in enough similar situations to know that if she escaped submission moves as quickly as possible then it would make things much easier in the endgame of matches.

Denice would seal her lips shut and try to hide the obvious pain on her face, managing to somewhat hold back an anguished wince. The pirate would then eventually make it up to her feet, although right after it she got locked in another predicament, feeling Belinda's arms locking around her own before her head was pushed forward to lock her in a full nelson hold. The pirate had managed to go straight from one treacherous sea to another, having hope before it was crushed before her again as the blonde locked in yet another submission that was just as unyielding as the last.

At this point Denice couldn't resist letting out a low growl, although her anger would be somewhat alleviated with a small sense of embarrassment when she felt the opponent's perky chest lean into her back. The redhead's first thought was a somewhat useless one, rather than focusing on the pain or her predicament her jealousy would come through as she thought about pulling her body forward and driving it back to beat down Belinda's sizeable chest. Of course Denice was quick to dismiss that idea, perhaps she could have smiled at the ridiculousness of it had her expression not moulded into a worried and pained wince over the last exchange.

However even such a useless thought did give Denice an idea, at first the redhead would try to struggle and free her arms but would realise fairly quickly that wasn't going to happen. Instead the Buccaneer would try to lean her waist forward before quickly whipping it backwards and trying to drive her hip into Belinda's gut, although she didn't have the time to be precise so it was more of a wild attack that could end up hitting anywhere around the desired target. It would have been a bit embarrassing if Denice had just driven her behind into the opponent's crotch, but even then it would be an acceptable enough outcome, at least compared to slowly being worked over in multiple submission holds which seemed like her only other available option.

Belinda smirked as she locked Denice into another skilled submission hold, she had the redhead just where she wanted her. Pressing her generous bosom up against Denice back as she pulled down on that head and neck and kept those arms and shoulders in a painful position. " Heh, out of the frying pan and straight into the fire, huh?" Belinda let out as she tried to clamp down hard on the full nelson hold.

Feeling Denice struggle a bit in the hold, the Swede would try and lower her stance a little bit and make things more difficult for Denice to struggle...yet it wasn't long before the bucanner found a way to fight her way out of the hold. She had to give it to Denice that the girl was resourceful.

Before long she started to drive her rear back into Belinda's lower abs and groin. The Swede would cough out at the first one, her hold weakening a bit. The Second slam caused her hold to weaken a lot and the third one caused the full nelson to be practically lost as Belinda attempted to stagger back and wrap her arms around her midsection while she coughed out.

It sure was painful as Denice was fighting her way out of the submission, but she could put the pain behind her since the important thing was that her plan was working efficiently. Denice's first hip attack to her opponent's body wouldn't achieve the desired effect, but the second one would get her closer to her goals before her third one would fulfil her ambitions for the attack. With the third strike Belinda would finally release Denice from the submission, earning a sigh of relief from the redhead as she looked forward blankly for a moment to try and dampen her lingering pain through sheer will power.

Then Denice would flash a quick glance behind her, before then turning back to face in front just with her face tilted just enough that she could keep her opponent's golden locks in the range of one of her keen eyes. Then as soon as Belinda tried to retake the distance she had just given the redhead Denice would leap high into the air until her back was almost lying straight on a blanket of nothing, her body turning somewhat to the side due to her trajectory and the woman's leg swiftly cutting through the air and hopefully connecting with her opponent's skull.

If Denice's attack had landed fine then she would quickly fall somewhat on her side against the canvas, quickly rolling onto her back and panting for breath after her struggles to escape her opponents attack and then her almost immediate attack afterwards. The redhead's pele kick was more of a jumping variant than it was a falling one, which took a little more energy but hopefully was all the more effective.

Denice managed to fight her way out of Belinda's submission hold, which was not exactly something that the Swede was happy about, but it just meant that she was going to have to try that much harder to put the redhead down. Still, as she coughed out from that hip-attack...Belinda was a bit hasty in her attempts to move forward and catch a hold of Denice before her opponent would manage to get too far away from her.

In hindsight she should have probably staggered back and tried to recover, for when she reached out fro Denice...she was instead met with nothing but air before then a painful snap of that kick came down upon her head. " Gah!" Belinda gasped out as her legs then gave way underneath her and she dropped onto her back. Her head was spinning and so was the world as she looked up at the arena lights, draping her right arm over her head to shield herself from the bright lights as they hurt about as much to look at as the pounding her skull right now.