Belinda Northman Vs. Manami Kuroda - Handcuff Match

It was a narrow second of action that Belinda had managed to buy herself and she was quick to take full advantage of it as she came forward, rushing in and closing the distance with the Wolf Girl, breaking through to the point of attack, arms wrapping around Manami's hips as a heave upwards brought the brunette up high in the air, and just as suddenly as she had been raised up she was brought down!

The ring shook from the impact of the sudden spinebuster, the crowd popped with a great big cheer as Belinda hit a devastating move at this late stage in the match. Manami was laid out, arms and legs spread wide as Belinda laid against her, cheek pressing against those firm sweaty abs. A huff of air escaped the blond, she couldn't slow down here. She had to continue....the pain her her ribs was intense, debilitating to say the least....but she had to bite through the pain.

Reaching up for a handful of brown hair, Belinda would rise up, trying to yank Manami's head and body up from the canvas as she was running on a sudden rush of adrenaline now. Her blood was pumping, heart was beating, those tired muscles felt as if their tank of gas had just suddenly been filled up! Trying to pull Manami's head in under her left armpit, as her arm would firmly wrap around that head for a frontal facelock. From there Belinda would try and bring her right arm in between Manami's legs, cupping that firm rear as she would try and haul and tilt the Wolf Girl upside down!

Releasing a loud roar, which had the crowd cheering louder than before. Belinda would take a step forward, before jumping off of her feet and trying to slam Manami headfirst into the mat! Trying to bring an end to the struggles of the Wolf Girl by hitting her with the Shooting Stars mighty finisher - The Big Dipper!

Damn Northerners and their barbaric strength.

It was a seemingly disconnected memory, but Manami found herself reminiscing on her junior league days, when she stared down a seemingly unassuming little lowlife from Hokkaido. She’d come in fast and hard, trying to take the newcomer down in her fastest upset to that date. Instead, she found herself but a second later in the air, being thrown straight back down with the air knocked clean out of her.

Perhaps that was why a slight wave of nostalgia washed over her when she suddenly came to, finding herself upside down and that same feeling of uncertainty well up in her gut. There was a lingering air of anticipation, everyone in the crowd holding their breath for reasons that alluded the Wolf Girl. She scanned her eyes to left, then to the right, trying to ascertain exactly where Belinda had scurried off to. Where was she? What was she planning? How did Manami even get he-

Her eyes trailed up, catching only the slightest glimpse of Belinda’s shining white smirk as she roared to the heavens. “Oh…”

Manami didn’t feel the crash. Hardly felt anything of what came after save for the encircling darkness that she’d been all too familiar with since adolescence. There was a curious comfort in the sinking feeling, the drifting impression the mind left as exited one’s body. The silence enveloped her, and the only indication that she was still of this world was the steady rise and fall of her chest as the stage lights shown down on her from above. Her eyes stayed closed, unresponsive to the eruption of the crowd, electrified by the sight of Belinda’s finisher.

Belinda's firm hold on Manami was fueled by Adrenaline at this point as she held the green and white clad woman upside down into the air, the crowd waited in anticipation for the move to come as the Swede then suddenly drove that head and those shoulders into the mat with the Big Dipper!

The impact came with a resounding thud, an echo that fell upon the silent crowd, before they then burst into loud cheers for the Swede as she hit her mighty finisher. Belinda's arms released Manami's thigh and let the Wolf girl flop down onto the mat with her whole body, back against the canvas. The Swede rolled away a bit.

Placing her hands against the canvas as she pushed herself up, the pain in her ribs caused her to wince out loudly in pain as she forced herself to rise. Sweat ran down from her face down onto her chin and then dripped down onto the mat. The Swede forced herself up towards her feet as she would hobble over towards the corner. Grabbing one of the handcuffs before she shuffled and limped towards the downed Manami.

Panting breath as she looked down at the green and white clad rival of hers. Rolling Manami over, Belinda would try and put the wolf girl's arms behind her back, starting with the right one, and trying to clasp the handcuff around that wrist, before trying to repeat the process with the other arm, looking to lock her up in a pretty standard handcuff position, with her wrists and hands pressed up against the short brown haired woman's lower back.

Manami would have loved to stand up. She would have relished the sight of Belinda on her knees, wobbling and with an expression on her face that would no doubt be one to die for. To reap the disappointment after seeing the wolf on her feet so soon after her finisher had landed. It would have been an amazing moment. A golden, glittering moment in time that she’d play over again and again whenever she was feeling blue.

Her body, however, couldn’t oblige those fantasies. Whatever cheers, cries, tension, and excitement was building around the arena was ultimately lost on Manami. Belinda’s finisher had seen to that, leaving the Wolf Girl still and inert on the canvas.

She only began to stir after feeling herself being flipped over. Her eyes began to flutter, wincing only slightly at a sharp pain in her shoulders, one after the other. Her vision realigned, and she was able to make sense of the world once more. By the time she’d put two and two together, the final lock was set around her wrist. She snapped to attention, letting out a snarl and yanking the chain as she attempted to wrestle her hands-free. Nothing doing. “You-”

The bell rang out. The watching audience let out a cacophony of cheers, showering the fan favorite with their appraisal. Manami wasn't among them. She simply looked up at Belinda, a silent, primal rage hidden behind her pupils. “You think this is over?” She chuckled darkly, growing a wicked smirk. “I will end you, Northman. The whole world...will remember your cries when I’m through with you. Remember that.” Her eyes narrowed, channeling her fury, but nevertheless exhausted by the long battle the two had waged. The Shooting Star had flown high this night, leaving the wolf with a burning desire to turn the victory sour in her mouth.

It had been a grueling and hard fought match, but when Belinda took those two wrists and locked them in behind Manami's back, clasping each wrist with the handcuffs and locking her together, the bell rang and the crowd erupted into cheers. Belinda winced a little as she straightened back up into a full stand.

Only to hear the snarl of Manami Kuroda who started to let out her threats. She had figured that this would be what came, it was either that or the woman would sink into denial. At least it looked as if Kuroda was the more dangerous kind of foe, ones who while accepting their defeat, took it upon themselves to swear utter cold revenge.

Shaking her head a little, Belinda would raise her left hand up and drag it through her dampened hair, a light spray of sweat flying around her as it dripped down her face. " I'll remember....as long as you remember that I can still defeat you." Belinda let out as she looked down at the Wolf Girl.

Gazes meeting for an intense stare, as neither party had any love for the other, this match had sought to that. Though, Belinda would be the one to turn around and start to walk out of the ring. Belinda's music would start to play out of the speakers and with it the crowd would continue to cheer for the Shooting Star as she made her way up the ramp, she needed a long shower....and maybe a 10 hour nap.....