Belinda Northman Vs. Cheryl Pride

Belinda had been smacked down by that suplex, there was pain surging through her back, but as early on in the match as it was, she was pretty sure that she could fight her way back. She saw Cheryl saunter over over towards her head and moved herself down.

The Swede would roll out of the way and try to push herself up to her hands and knees. " No way Cheryl...you won't be able push me around!" Belinda let out as she would try and step into a run and charge at Cheryl, attempting to drive her shoulder into the purple haired woman's gut and try to spear her!

Cheryl wasn't expecting Belinda to get up so quickly, even to the fact where she leaned down to try to catch the girl and prevent her from doing so, only ending up in her stumbling a bit and having to readjust herself. She cursed out under her breath, shaking her head slightly before she turned around. As soon as she did though, she was met with a hard spear right to her gut, the impact rocking her as she was knocked off her feet, slamming hard down onto the mat.

Her body jolted at the impact, spittle coming from her mouth as the air had been driven out of her lungs, making her gasped a bit before lying there fully on her back. She squirmed just slightly afterwards, but was pretty out of it for now.

Belinda managed to tackle Cheryl down pretty well, spearing the girl to the ground and landing on top of her. Cheryl squirmed right underneath her as Belinda pushed herself up to her hands and knees, looking down at Cheryl for a second. " Let's see how you'd like it instead." Belinda let out as she would try and push herself up and seat herself down.

Not on Cheryl's abs or chest though, she would do exactly what Cheryl Pride had just attempted to do to her. Try to plant her delicious rear right down upon the pretty face of the purple haired beauty, moving her legs so that her knees would pin down Cheryl's arms in the process while trying to lock in a face-sit smother!

Cheryl shook her head slightly at her words, not really knowing what she meant at first. Her head was slightly spinning from it having collided with the mat in that tackle takedown, but she was about to find out that that would be the least of her worries.

Her eyes widened as she saw Belinda pushing herself up her like that--finding her butt and crotch planted firmly atop her face afterwards. She didn't even react at first, just completely stunned at the position that she found herself in. She couldn't even fathom the idea that she was in this position in the center of the ring--making her face slowly turn quite the deep red. "M....mmpmh!?! mmmpmh!!" She finally started yelling out, muffled by her bottoms as she frantically kicked her legs, twisting and turning her body.

Belinda would place her hands down against the mat and help herself keep her balance on top of Cheryl, after a few seconds of finding the right position to sit in she would try and push her weight down a bit more on Cheryl's face and shoulders, trying to solidly pin the cocky purple haired woman down.

" Okay, calm down already!" Belinda let out as she would try and reach back with her right arm, attempting to hammer her fist down into Cheryl's abs to try and slow down the woman's efforts to struggle her way free.

Cheryl was doing her best to somehow try and struggle out of this facesit hold, feeling utterly humiliated that she was brought to this position in the first place. She had a burning hatred in her eyes coupled with that embarrassment, her body twisting and turning still as she was held down quite expertly by the girl's weight, barely able to move her arms at all.

As if that wasn't enough, she felt that fist slam down against her abs, earning a loud grunt that muffled against Belinda, Cheryl's body jerking and the kicking of her legs stopping for a bit. She winced hard, whimpering out helplessly against her as she just weakly squirmed and writhed beneath her, fighting the embarrassment and the lack of oxygen.

Belinda hammered down upon those abs that were covered by Cheryl's black outfit. The Swede would feel how Cheryl calmed down and then try and push herself up to her feet and step in next to Cheryl. Now that the purple haired girl was hopefully stunned enough for the Swede to pull out some stylish offense.

The Swede, facing away from Cheryl would try and jump up and backwards, saulting in the air as she attempted to perform a standing moonsault and crash right down upon Cheryl's front. Attempting to quickly hook up one of Heather's legs following that to try and go for a quick pin!

Cheryl was finally given some relief as Belinda stood up off her. Her face was burning red and her chest was rising and falling dramatically as she tried to just catch her breath. She had been put in quite the position that early on, and she felt utterly exhausted from it all. She winced hard, her eyes watering just a bit from that impact to her gut, trying to push out the stinging pain as much as she could.

She could do nothing in the ways of stopping Belinda's next move--catching a glimpse of that arc that the girl curved in the air. She felt her come crashing down atop her, Cheryl's body jerking a little at the impact, making her groan out in pain.

With Belinda now crashing down on top of Cheryl and getting her to cough out more air, air that she had just gained. The Swede was quick to try and grab at Cheryl's leg and hook her up for a firm pin attempt, pushing herself down across the purple haired woman's chest to pin her down against the mat.

The referee would quickly slide in next to the pair and started the count, raising her arm up into the air and smacked it down against the mat. " One!..."

Cheryl was pinned down quite firmly with her leg hooked, an expert type pin that pushed her weight down onto her shoulders, making it harder for Cheryl to muster up t hat strength to kick out. She heard the first count, her heart skipping a beat at just the sound of it as she shook her head. "Two!" The ref slammed her hand down on the mat a second time, digging the situation in further for Cheryl as she finally pushed it all out.

She let out a little yell, forcing herself out of the pin, kicking her leg free and getting her shoulder up! She wasn't about to lose just yet--though she felt like that pin was alot closer than she would have liked.