Belinda Northman Vs. Cheryl Pride

Belinda was able to yank herself free from Cheryl's grip and with it she was also able to confuse the buxom purple haired beauty, grabbing a hold of Cheryl's waist and rolling her backwards up into a quick roll-up, but it didn't seem to be enough. As Cheryl was able to kick out of the pin right before the three count.

Belinda stumbled off of Cheryl and fell onto her side, panting out for air as she rolled over onto her back, arms and legs spread wide as her generous rack heaved with each heavy breath. Trying to get as much air back into her lungs as possible so she could continue fighting against Cheryl!

Cheryl blinked a couple times, sitting up after she had escaped that pin attempt. She just looked over to Belinda, quite stunned that she had almost been caught right there as she shook her head a little. She pushed herself up finally, narrowing her eyes as she grit her teeth.

"..Well I hope you enjoyed that last little stand you bitch. You're mine now" She simply let out, moving over to Belinda. She reached for her wrist, aiming to yank the girl up to a standing position, more than frustrated.

Belinda groaned out as she laid on her back, panting for air as she had failed with the quick roll-up attempt, Cheryl had managed to free herself and with it Belinda went back to trying to get some air into her lungs again. The words of Cheryl caused the Swede to click her tongue, waiting for her chance to fight back as Cheryl reached down and grabbed onto Belinda's wrist, pulling the blond up towards her feet.

Belinda would grunt out as she got up to her feet, standing face to face with the buxom purple haired babe. Belinda would clench her fist and with it attempt to throw a hard right hook into Cheryl's right tit, trying to fight back against Cheryl Pride, stumbling back a step or two after the punch as she would place her other hand down against her knee, panting out still trying to gather herself, but not willing to go down without a fight, or go down at all!

Cheryl pulled the girl up, bringing it in as she was ready to try for a second time at taking her down. A long breath came from her mouth as she looked down at her, grunting slightly with her lifting--before suddenly feeling that hook slam into her breast. She yelled out, stumbling back and rubbing at it a bit, her eyes watering from the sharp, pulsing pain she was feeling after that. "B..bitch.." She cursed out, shaking her head slightly as she watched her back away.

She wanted to pursue, but she didn't want to get another quite painful punch like that. She yelled out, rushing at her and trying to ram into her with a clothesline attempt!

Belinda huffed out as they were separated from each other, having punched Cheryl in one of those generous tits, Belinda would shake her head and then fix her eyes upon the purple haired woman. She watched as Cheryl came running at her and would charge at Cheryl in return.

Instead of going for a clothesline like Cheryl Pride was, Belinda Northman would lift her boot up in the run and attempt to drive her boot right into Cheryl's chest, right on the tit that she had just punched. Trying to bring Cheryl down onto her back with a nasty big boot!

Cheryl was nearly blind with her charge, rushing straight towards Belinda in a bit of a reckless maneuver. She thought she was about to collide with her, but instead of the satisfying feeling of ramming into her, she felt that boot slam into her breast, hitting her yet again in the same exact spot.

She yelled out from the impact, making her fall hard down onto her back. She coughed out as she was short of breath with the abuse on her breast. Se whined out, her eyes watering quite a bit as she twist and turned.

Belinda would stumble forward a step after driving her boot right into Cheryl's chest like that, making the purple haired woman drop hard down onto her back. The Swede would pant out a bit more as she stood next to Cheryl, towering over the woman.

Taking a deep breath, Belinda would try and drop down and drive her elbow right into Cheryl's generous rack, trying to hit it with a quick standing elbow drop. Just before, attempting to push up and run towards the ropes, aiming to use them to bounce back and come in with greater momentum. As Belinda would try and run in an drive her right elbow down into Cheryl's chest again for a hard hitting running elbow drop!

Cheryl coughed out a little, gasping for air as her head pound and spun from the pain that she just directly received like that. She writhed around slightly on her back, unable to muster any sort of energy to push herself up and get back on the defensive. This was made even worse when Belinda drove her elbow down into her chest, driving even more pain directly where she was hurting before.

She gasped out for air, kicking her legs helplessly, not knowing that Belinda clearly wasn't done. She shut her eyes tightly, gulping and gasping still before suddenly another elbow collided with her, one that was even harder than the last with her running start. Her body jolted from the impact, a loud yell escaping Cheryl's mouth as she was sprawled out afterwards.

That running elbow drop of hers seemed to have taken quite a bit out of her buxom opponent, as the Swede found herself willing to continue her assault on the purple haired beauty. She would try and get up on her knees and grab a hold of Cheryl by her head, attempting to pull and guide her newfound rival up towards her feet.

Once there, Belinda would try to slip her left arm in between Cheryl's legs. Aiming to cup that shapely rear of Cheryl's, as her other arm would loop over Cheryl's shoulders. With a mighty heave, Belinda would try and lift Cheryl off of her feet and tilt her opponent upside down, before attempting to slam the purple haired beauty down with a quick powerslam!

Cheryl was nearly gasping for air, her chest pulsing with pain as the air was driven out of her lungs quite harshly. She gulped with her gasping, shaking her head as she tried to catch her bearings before Belinda could go on. Unfortunately for her, her hair was gripped shortly after, yanked and pulled up to her feet that were sliding all over the mat during her being brought up.

She winced a little as she slipped her hand between her legs, her body arching just slightly at her hand being placed on her butt, only able to take in that feeling for a short time when she was lifted upside down. She was forced right into that powerslam, her body jerking from the impact, rocked on her back as even more damage was dealt to her.