To End It All! The Ironwoman Cage Match (Ouka vs Belinda)

Landing on her back Ouka was exhausted as even an uppercut, which was a very painful uppercut, took her down. Groaning out as she accidentally pulled Belinda down with her and left herself in a dangerous position as she was still trying to figure out what was going on.

Belinda laid down on top of her, locking in a full body pin as her face was pressed into by that forearm, twisting her head into the mat as Belinda went for a pin! Ouka began squirming, not a lot of strength was left in her as she didn't want this to be the last fall of the match! But she had to act quick as the referee slid into position, seeing that both of Ouka's shoulders were pinned to the mat!

"ONE!"

Belinda pant against Ouka's face as she locked her into that full body pin, pushing her rival down firmly against the mat as she would then hear the sound of the referee slap her hand down on the canvas, she would narrow her eyes, panting out against Ouka's cheek.

The two count shortly enough came and then..." Two!....Three!!!..." The referee shouted out as the third count came and with it Belinda managed to pick up another win over Ouka. Fatigued and tired as he would roll off of Belinda onto her back, panting out for a bit as she would slowly start to get up towards a seated position. She'd forgotten how much time there was left in the match, there wasn't really much time to look at the clock right now.

BELINDA - 5
OUKA - 4

Ouka groaned out as she was unable to kick out, getting worried as the final stretch of the match was almost upon them and she slipped and allowed Belinda to pin her! Sweat was already covered her face and if it didn't it would've been with how she was beginning to worry about the match. But that's fine, the Face always had to fight from below, to crawl her way to the top! She was going to win this, because she was the Number One Face in the Entire World!

As she saw Belinda rising, Ouka growled out as she found scrapes of her adrenaline as she managed to prop her elbows underneath herself, managing to lunge at Belinda as she attempted to tackle her back into the mat. Scrambling on top, Ouka would try for the North-South position, shoving her face into Belinda's breasts while shoving her own into Belinda's as she tried to grab onto the wrists, shoving them into the mat as she tried to immediately take back the pin!

Referee almost scrambled to the cover, not anticipating Ouka to fire up so quickly!

Belinda was panting as she rose up to her seated position but then suddenly from out of nowehere Ouka was once again on her, catching her by surprise as the blond couldn't fathom the endurance, skill and power that her rival had behind her, let alone the sheer will power. She was tackled down onto the mat, as she got a face ful of Ouka's generous breasts.

As her rival locked in that north south position and placed her head down on Belinda's breasts. The Swede would move her hands up to Ouka's shoulders, her legs kicking a bit, weakly against the mat as the referee would slide in next to the pair and start the count.

" ONE!...."

Ouka gritted her teeth as she held down Belinda, placing her breasts on her rival's face as she did her best to use all of her weight to keep down her rival for the count. Scrambled into the pin showed how desperate she was, her eyes looking at the clock and saw that they were on the final 5 minutes! Time was of even more importance as she dug her toes into the mat, straightening her body so that there was all of the weight on Belinda's face and shoulders to keep her down on the mat!

"TWO!...THREE!!" A weight was lifted only partially off of Ouka's shoulders, exhaustion was still there though as she rolled off of Belinda, too tired to even keep her body locked from the pin as she panted out heavily, never before has a final stretch been so excruciating to finish!

OUKA - 5
BELINDA - 5

Belinda gasped on the mat as she was released by Ouka, having been had rather royally so as Ouka had managed to tie them up yet again. Remaining on her back, panting out for air as her sweat drenched body felt so heavy that she didn't even think that it was her body that she was lifting, but someone else's. It felt as if she was carrying an extra 400lbs. As she was trying to move up towards a seated postion and turned around over otno her knees.

Sweat dripped from her chin as she panted out, her hands would move down to the mat to keep herself up right as she slowly began to push herself up to her feet. Looking over at Ouka as she would place her hands on her hips, panting as she looked over the redhead. As long as she was on her feet she was in a better position, she needed a second to gather her breath though. Rising to her feet had really taken it out of her, for that was how fatigued she was at the moment.

Even though she was the one who had Belinda pinned with her breasts, Ouka felt as if there was an oppressing feeling on her lungs, almost choking on it with being unable to get any air into her lungs. It was such an effort to raise up into a seated position, her arm weakened and almost slipping out from underneath her body as she pushed herself up to a seated position. Sweat dripped off of her chin as she gasped looking over to Belinda who was rising to her feet.

Ouka rolled onto her knees as she tried to fight up to her own as well, pushing herself up after planting her feet underneath herself as she rose to a hunched position, using her knees to keep herself up right as she panted. Looking up she would glare at Belinda as she would rise up to a standing position, almost losing her balance as she stared at the Swede in front of her.

"You....goddammit....why can't you just....stop....I'm winning this."

Belinda would glare at Ouka as her redheaded rival spoke through a fatigued breath, the Swede would answer her with the same panting heavy breathing. She would start forcing herself up straight.

" You...stop....I'm the one....who's winning this....Ouka." Belinda said, using the very seldom used first name of Ouka Shumisen. She would stumble forward, arm reared back as she would try and smack into Ouka's face with a forearm strike. Though it clearly had none of the power of before. She was drained, out of fumes and out of adrenaline. Her body felt heavier than ever before, she didn't even feel herself moving around as it was just a dull weight to her.

Yet, she would still try and follow that forearm strike with a left hook to Ouka's ribs. Once again a punch with little power behind it.

Ouka smirked, sweating and exhausted as she and Belinda stood in front of each other, neither one willing to give up as time was whittling down quicker and quicker to Zero.

"Pffff. As if....you're going to lose....Belinda!" Ouka fired back, the notion of using Belinda's first name suggested that this was a dire situation indeed. Ouka stumbled forward as Belinda did, her rival raised her hand up and bashed it against Ouka's face. The lack of power behind it didn't knock Ouka off her feet as her face was dragged to the side by the forearm and was followed up with a smack to the gut.

Although neither of those hits had any power behind it, Ouka's body was so exhausted that the lightest of taps sent waves through the body as Ouka would retaliate by leaning forward for another headbutt! But headbutt was a loose term in this case, Ouka only just pushing her forehead against Belinda's face and attempting to shove with it...

Belinda's weak blows was not anything impressive and of course it wasn't something that would help her in winning this match, she struck the her rival in the face and then in the gut, watching Ouka's body shy away from the strikes...

The Swede panted out, shaking her head as she glared over at Ouka as the buxom redhead came at her and tapped her forehead against Belinda's, forcing the Swede to stumble back a step. There was not much power behind that headbutt, but it was enough to push the young Northman backwards.

She tried to brace and push against Ouka. " Ha!...f-f...will you just...fall...!" Belinda let out through panted breath as she would glare into Ouka's eyes, she would try and bring her arm back and smack Ouka in her side, once again a blow with little power as her legs were already quivering from the fatigue and general pain and tiredness that had built up. She would try and take that same arm and try and smack it into Ouka's tit, but as before ,the power was more like taps rather than punches.