Belinda Northman Vs. Cheryl Pride

" Had enough?" Belinda would pant out as she would look down at Cheryl, watching the buxom frame of her opponent bounce on the mat. Shortly after Belinda would try and grab at Cheryl's head yet again, working to try and get Cheryl up to her feet in a doubled over position.

Belinda would try and shove that head in between her strong bare and slightly sweaty thighs, leaning forward to wrap her arms around Cheryl's waist and press her generous breasts against Cheryl's lower back. Hugging that waist firmly. Belinda was ready to end it, as she would attempt to haul Cheryl upside down into the air, holding the beautiful purple haired competitor upside down in a belly to back position!

Cheryl took deep, heavy breaths in and out as she looked up at Belinda. Those teasing, taunting two words made her grit her teeth in frustration. She wanted to lash out and kick her from where she was lying..but as of right now, her body was feeling it way too much for her to actually pull something like that off. She was pulled up to her feet yet again, wincing hard as her body was forced into a doubled over position.

She grunt slightly as her head was shoved between her thighs like that, gulping hard as her breasts smooshed against her lower back. She admittedly had a bit of a blush on her face, though she couldn't use that feeling as an excuse. She was completely unable to fight back at the moment, having taken move after move, lifted upside down into that belly to back position, quite the dangerous position for someone as weak as she was right now to be in!

Belinda would take a deep breath as she held Cheryl upside down like that, stepping forward with her right leg, to place Cheryl's arm behind it, and then repeating the same process with the other leg. Once she had Cheryl all set up, Belinda would try and jump up and throw herself forward.

Aiming to slam Cheryl down front first against the mat and crush the buxom purple haired beauty between the mat and the young Swede's frame. Trying to hit Cheryl with her deadly finisher....Moon Drop! Otherwise known as a Belly to Back matslam!

Cheryl flailed a little with Belinda's movements, trying to put her arms out of her reach--but she wouldn't end up accomplishing that. She felt her step over her arms like that, hooking them behind her legs, Cheryl's heart sinking at the upside down, trapped position that she was currently finding herself in. Her eyes widened as Belinda jumped up like that, throwing herself forward, making Cheryl crash on her front on the mat, sandwiched between it and Belinda.

She groaned and yelled out loudly, laid out beneath the girl, sprawled out on her front. She was nearly driven unconscious from that move, blinking a couple times as she lie on her front, her chest pressing firmly against the mat with her heavy breathing.

Belinda huffed out after she had slammed Cheryl down, the ropes bouncing wildly after the impact and the arena was filled with the cheers of the crowd. Belinda would keep her arms around Cheryl's waist and try to roll Cheryl over onto her back as Belinda slipped up to her side, and would then lay herself on top of Cheryl.

Pressing her forearm down against Cheryl's cheek, as her generous bust would mash down against her purple haired rival's chest. Looking to go for a fullbody pin against the buxom purple haired beauty.

The referee recognizing this as pin would slide in beside the pair and quickly raise her arm up, slapping her hand down against the mat." One!..."

Cheryl was easily rolled over onto her back after that impact, her heart pounding and racing, a visible gulp appearing in her throat as she stared up at the lights. The reaction from the crowd was telling of the situation, a bit of a laugh in disbelief escaping Cheryl's mouth as she was finding that she couldn't quite muster up the strength to get away from this situation that she was in, feeling Belinda's body press over her like that.

Hearing that first count, it felt like it matched a heavy heartbeat, wincing as she groaned out a little. She again tried to put strength into forcing her way out, but each time she did, she felt her body jolt in pain as if refusing her from doing such a thing, realizing this was it.

"Two!..."

Belinda could hear that soft chuckle from Cheryl, feeling the breath of her rival on her sweat covered arm as she could also feel how Cheryl was struggling, slight movements underneath her, it seemed as if Cheryl wanted to get up, she wanted to continue fighting but...she was spent.

Truth be told, Belinda was a bit fatigued as well. She didn't know how this match would go if Cheryl managed to kick out but she was confident that her finisher had put Cheryl down. Still, she had to commend the purple haired beauty on her fighting spirit, nodding her head softly to herself, Belinda pressed her frame down as much as she could against Cheryl's. Just to make sure that Cheryl knew that Belinda wasn't taking her lightly in any regard.

"Three!!!...." Then it came, the three count and the the ring of the bell. The crowd roared out in approval as the Swedish Fan favorite had pulled out a win against the surprisingly strong and skillful Cheryl Pride.

Belinda huffed out, " Phew....good match..." Belinda huffed out against Cheryl as she would start to push herself up. She'd straddle Cheryl's midsection for a bit, placing one hand against Cheryl's chest and looking down against the purple haired woman. She'd then push up to her feet, getting her arm raised as the bell rang and she was declared the winner.

A few seconds after, Belinda would turn towards Cheryl Pride, she'd walk up towards the woman with her hands on her hips. Her body was drenched in sweat much like Cheryl's, she was a bit short of breath still, but after a second or two of inspecting the purple haired beauty, Belinda would stretch her right hand out, aiming to offer Cheryl a hand up to her feet.

For the final time, the ref slammed her hand down on the mat, signaling the end of the match. Officially, Cheryl had been beaten. The whole thing caught up to her right there, her body giving out and relaxing completely, just lying on her back and taking in the whole match as it happened. The pain was still rushing through her, but she was slowly relaxing herself, not fighting against it anymore, letting it course through.

She winced just a bit as the girl straddled her like that, planting her hand down on her chest to pick herself up. She rolled over after a while, biting her lip as she looked down at the mat. She shook her head, cursing out at herself at the fact that she couldn't come up with the win there. She winced a little at the jolt of pain that attacked her when she tried to get up onto all fours, gulping it down as much as she could.

Soon after though, she looked over to see Belinda hold her hand out like that, Cheryl staring at it in disbelief. She wondered for a second if she was doing it as some sort of..extra layer of humiliation--to drive in t hat she couldn't even get up to her own feet by herself. As she looked up at her expression though, it was clear that wasn't the case. She clicked her tongue slightly, a hint of pink on her cheeks from actually being treated with respect after how Cheryl had treated her, scoffing slightly.

Finally, she took Belinda's hand, letting her help her up, planting her hands on her hips after. "Don't think this suddenly makes us pals, you helping me up like this. I almost beat you and I'm absolutely going to next time we fight." She let out, shooting a glare over at Belinda's way. As much as she wanted to completely despise her and insult her or spit in her face, she couldn't with the way she was treating her right now, a sigh of exasperation leaving her. "When the hell does some blonde...think she can bring me out of my element like this...Don't get too comfortable. I'll kick dirt in your eyes the next chance I get!..Just...not right now."

Belinda would watch at Cheryl's cute face as she saw that blush, seeing how the cute purple haired girl was looking a bit embarrassed, then she finally took the hand of the Swede and allowed herself to be helped up to her feet by Belinda. The Swede would mirror Cheryl's pose with her hands on her hips.

" Heh, I'm expecting another good match next time then as well." Belinda said as she would nod her head, taking a step forward to close the distance between her and Cheryl. So that their nearly equally impressive busts where just barley and inch away from touching. " Looking forward to tussling with you again." Belinda said as she would wink towards Cheryl.

She'd then offer her hand to Cheryl once more, this time for a handshake as she would keep her red eyes fixed with Cheryl's eyes. Showing the rather talented Cheryl respect and sportsmanship at the end of this match of theirs. " You better bring your A-game next time as well, because I'll be doing the same."

Cheryl blinked a couple times as she was brought so up close to the girl. Her heart raced from the whole little end-match confrontation, biting her lip just slightly before she gave her that wink. She was quite taken back by the girl actually managing to fluster her slightly, clicking her tongue at her own attitude as she just nod her head.

"Oh you won't be. You're gonna regret looking forward to it with how badly I'm gonna beat you next time. There's no doubt about that, blondie." She let out, ignoring that wink as much as she possibly could, not letting it get to her. Even the thought of developing some sort of competitive relationship with someone seemed so ridiculous to her, shaking her head a couple times to push it out of her mind before she saw that hand.

She thought about it for a second, deciding to just slap her palm against hers, definitely not ready to accept any sort of handshake from her. "Oh I will. Except it'll be even higher than that. Like..Double..A game! Maybe even triple!" She let out, huffing slightly before she dropped and rolled out of the ring, pushing a grin on her face as she backed up the ramp. "Get ready cause that pretty little face of yours is gonna be spending lots of devotion to worshiping me soon!" She let out before finally turning to walk the rest of the ramp.