Belinda Northman Vs. Cheryl Pride

Belinda was a bit stunned after Cheryl's previous move and from there the blond was grabbed by her arm as Cheryl taunted her yet again. The Swedish cutie being pulled right on top of the buxom purple haired beauty, feeling those generous breasts press against her back as strong legs wrapped around her waist and started to squeeze her.

Not only that but two strong arms wrapped around her neck and the Swede was locked into a tight sleeper and waist-scissor combo! " Nngh...g-get off!...." Belinda let out as Cheryl was really putting her through the works now, Belinda's legs shuffled around as her hands moved up to Cheryl's arms to try and ease them up so she could breath and get some blood into her head.

Cheryl smirked as she squeezed as hard as she could, arching her body just slightly with it. She was more than pleased with finally being able to subdue Belinda in this sort of position, feeling her start to try and loosen her arms.

"No no no, you'll be staying right there youu little blonde slut" She let out, twisting and turning her body just a bit to try and yank Belinda back and forth in the hole. She wanted to deal as much damage as she could before Belinda found her way out of this, knowing as much as she wanted to boast and go on about it, this wouldn't be the end. This tough girl in her arms wasn't nearly done.

Belinda struggled to free herself but as she did so the buxom Cheryl found a way to twist and turn herself around, rocking Belinda back and forth and making her struggles fairly futile as those arms were forced to flail around as she was swung from left to right.

Being forced to settle down a bit, her face starting to turn a bit red from the lack of air, as her right heel smacked down into the mat a few times, kicking the mat. "... Let me go...!" Belinda let out as she would try and throw an elbow into Cheryl's side, then another, but each blow was weaker than it would have been if she hadn't been a bit drained by the dual hold.

Cheryl felt her struggles start to weaken a bit, humming to herself as she was quite pleased with the results. She nod her head a bit, squeezing a little harder before those elbows collided with her. With how weak they were, she was able to take a few of them before she released her so she didn't take too much damage to her side.

"Don't like that one? How about this one" She let out as she released her, rolling slightly as she aimed to get atop her. She tried to pin her wrists down on the mat and just shove her chest in her face, aiming to lock her in a tight, firm, breast smother hold.

Belinda struggles and threw elbows into the side of the lovely Cheryl, they weren't were strong elbows and at the moment it looked as if Cheryl had different plans anyways, as she released the Swede and pushed her off, rolling the blond onto her front.

The young Northman was quick to try and roll away but before she could do that the buxom Cheryl came right down on top of her and grabbed her wrists, pinning them down over her head, before Belinda then got a facefull of sweaty cleavage pressing down upon her face. "Mmph!" Belinda cried out as she would shuffle underneath Cheryl, shaking her head a little which inadvertently caused her face to rub up against Cheryl's generous rack.

Cheryl had t he biggest grin on her face as she was able to pin her beneath her like this, smothering her firmly in her breasts. She took deep breaths in and out, squeezing at her wrists tightly as her struggling and shaking of her head was making her blush just a little. The sensation of her movements was making her face rub up against her breasts like that, a bit of a gulp appearing in Cheryl's throat before she played off it.

"I know I'm damn good looking, but I think you're coming of a bit too strong being all rubby like that" She teased her as the girl was struggling for air beneath her, moving her chest with her as much as she could to keep her airways completely cut off.

Belinda was starting to run low on air, her lungs was burning and she shuffled and struggle underneath her purple haired opponent, this breast smother of hers right after that sleeper hold was certainly taking it's toll on Belinda.

Slowly but surely she was starting to weaken, as time went on her legs simply slid around beneath Cheryl, her face nuzzled firmly between those lovely tits as she let out a few muffled wet moans against those impressive mounds. The Swede's hands clenched to fists, before slowly and weakly un-clenching....

Cheryl's breasts were just entirely engulfing the girl's face, cutting her air off completely. She felt her weakening more and more beneath her, feeling like she could just ride out this smother hold and get the win--but it was that thought that made Cheryl more than overconfident, a wicked smirk forming on her face as she shrugged. "Knew you loved me deep inside just like everyone should. Loving this position aren't you?" She said with quite the smirk before finally she got up off her.

She pulled her up by her hair, pushing herself onto her feet as she turned the girl around. She hooked arms with her, trying to turn the both of them and drive her face into the mat with her finisher The Unprettier!

Belinda moaned out a low moan as Cheryl thrust her breasts down into her face again, she might have been out of it right now...but it looked as if Cheryl had different plans for the young blond. As she took a hold of Belinda's hair and started to yank and pull the Swede up towards her feet.

The young Northman groaned out as she was pulled up towards her feet and her wrists were grabbed, turned around as such. Belinda shook her head, her senses slowly coming too as the Swede would quickly try and yank her arms back and free of Cheryl's arms. Trying to wrap her arms around Cheryl's waist and yank the woman backwards.

Trying to roll them backwards and go for a quick roll up pin attempt!

Cheryl was all ready to end the match, pulling her up and setting her up for her finisher. She had the widest grin just plastered on her face as she set her up for her finisher, starting to turn with the Unprettier before suddenly she felt that tug on her arms, her eyes widening as Belinda escaped from being driven down by it.

She yelped out, stumbling quite a bit before those arms locked around her waist. She was pulled and rolled, brought into that rollup pin as the ref slid into position. "1!...2!.." Cheryl managed to kick out of the pin at the last second, pushing herself out and trying to roll way, her heart pounding and racing at that close call.