Belinda Northman Vs. Aisha Love

"Yes!" shook herself as she landed down on the mat again with a hard bang along with Belinda. She had the blonde now on the ground spread out eagle and out. A part of her felt like she should do it, go for a pin and end it. She was down, securing a pinfall would be easy, but to Aisha she wanted to take it further, she wanted to assure her victory.

Instead of going for the obvious pinfall attempt she went to the ropes again. She was sure to try and end this the right way, climbing the ropes all the way to the top, feeling the crowds energetic reaction to her intentions. Once up to the top rope she turned around, smiling as now she was going to fly to her victory. She jumped into a shooting star press and let herself to fate.

Belinda was laid out on the mat, groaning out as she would feel the aching echoing pain in her skull, she had been quite rattled by that mighty kick to the top of her head and it looked as if she was going to need a moment or two to gather herself. As Belinda was recovering, the pink haired girl moved up towards the ropes, by the corner and started to climb up to the.

The crowd roared out and shouted as it looked as if this could be the end. Aisha jumped off of the top turnbuckle. The Swede's eyes opened up as she would attempt to roll off towards the right and attempt to roll out of the way so that the pink haired girl crashed down onto the mat.

"Shi.." was all she was able to say as she slammed right down into the mat exactly where her opponent had been. While utterly impressive the shooting star press was, it didn't matter now as she missed, bouncing upon the mat a bit as she then lay on it dazed. Her stomach stung with pain and her head ached with humility and annoyance, now losing whatever advantage she once had. She should have gone for the pin instead of going for the high flying maneuver, a tactical error that has now cost her dearly, "Arrrgggghhh," she moaned out, the cost of such error.

Belinda had narrowly managed to dodge out of a dangerous move, if she had been hit by that shooting star press then she might have lost the match. Thankfully she had enough wits about to roll out of the way and with that the lovely pink-haired woman crashed right down on her front and bounced off of the mat.

The young Swede would push herself up to her hands and knees, she panted out...a slight smile appearing on her face as she'd step up to her feet and walk up to the downed Aisha. Looking to take a handful of pink hair and pull Aisha up towards her feet, doubled over. The blond would then try and pull Aisha's head in between her thighs and wrap her arms around Aisha's waist.

Hugging it tightly as she would pull the woman upside down, so that Aisha's back was against Belinda's front, those legs of hers draped over Belinda's shoulders. The Swede would step her legs in front of Aisha's arms and then jump up and forward, trying to slam Aisha's front right into the mat with Belinda's weight crashing down on top of the woman. Trying to hit her with a quick belly to back mat slam, or as Belinda had named this finisher of hers....Moon Drop!

"Gaahh!" she groaned out as she felt her hair be pulled up. Always with the hair, being used to put her head between the the blondes smooth thighs and feeling her arms wrap around her wait line. She then had the blood rushed to her head as she was then held upside then, seeing the world now upside down, breasts hanging in front of her face and crotch before Belinda's face, a blush forming upon Aisha's face inadvertently.

It was soon that the move was done and Aisha was slammed down, getting near knocked out cold by the move. The pinkette was pretty much down now, having spent what she could to try and keep going but now she could barely move, the will to go on slowly now extinguished.

Belinda slammed Aisha down with that finisher of hers, the ring shook from the impact and the two ladies bodies bounced off of the canvas once, the Swede was quick to keep her arms locked around that waist and try and roll them over so that she was underneath. Seating herself up and folding the pink haired woman up.

The blond would move up to her knees and then place her feet against the mat as she tried to fold Aisha up completely. Placing the pink clad woman's legs over her shoulders, trying to place Aisha in a matchbook pin attempt.

Scrunched up now and put inside a matchbook pin, Aisha was helpless now to do anything, "1..... 2.... 3" *RING**RING* the bell rung as the referee counted to a pinfall. The crowd went wild for the match as the referee called for Belinda to be the winner of the match. Aisha only would lay, beaten and battered, chest heaving up and down. There wasn't she could do now, slowly trying to gain enough energy to move up, groaning.

Belinda had Aisha pinned down for that matchbook pin, all she had to do now was wait and see if Aisha was planning on kicking out or not, or rather if she could or couldn't! The count went by quicker than Belinda was used to, perhaps her eyes got somewhat lost in the pretty face of the young pink haired girl.

The bell started to ring and with it the Swede would pant out, she'd move off of Aisha and get into a full stand. Raising her right arm up as the ref-girl stepped up and took a hold of her wrist, declaring her the winner.

The little winning ceremony was over rather quickly, the crowd was still cheering wildly for the fan favorite Belinda's victory, but Belinda right now had another thing on her mind. Moving up next to Aisha, the blond would reach out with her right hand, offering to help Aisha up to her feet. " You alright?"

The sting of defeat was not something Aisha liked much, especially after losing to a particularly violent violet haired woman. She just couldn't move to get out of the pin and soon found herself with another loss under her belt, Belinda proving to have been far too much for the pinkette wrestler.

Once Belinda had gotten off of her, Aisha still lay groaning down on the hard mat, still trying to recover and take in the loss. It was only after a few moments that Aisha would turn over to her side as the swede to her victory lap and the many fans of her's eating it up in major applause. It was no surprise to her, Belinda already growing a reputation as one of the best in this part of the Friction roster. It was only in some surprise that she was given a hand by her to stand back up, taking it with some weakness, still remembering her last opponent.

"Thanks," she groaned out, taking it as she wobbly would stand up.

Belinda helped the pink-haired woman up towards her feet. Something that made the young blond smile as it looked as if Aisha wasn't going to hold the victory against her. The Swede would pull Aisha up to her feet and when she did she would raise Aisha's hand up into the air.

Like a referee raising the hand of the winner, as she wanted to crowd to give their cheers to Aisha for putting on a good match and showing. Which they did, giving the two ladies in the ring a fair shower of cheers and applause, for the good match they had put on and the display of sportsmanship here at the end of the match.