Belinda Northman Vs. Ami Takeuchi: V - Last Woman Standing

With the second smack of their bodies, drops of sweat flying out around them after the impact, Belinda would take a step back again and puff out her chest. Placing her hands on her knees as she smirked at Ami Takeuchi. Not long after did the Swede attempt to bring a hand up and grab a firm handful of Ami's blue hair.

"Come here Ami!!"

Looking to try and guide the red-clad wrestler towards the center of the ring where she would proceed to try and pull Ami up onto her shoulders into a fireman's carry position. The short haired blond would then proceed to hoist Ami up nice and good and then throw her down hard onto the mat with a painful fireman's drop.

Their beautiful frames smacked into each other a second time and this time, Ami let out a louder moan in pain as she settled further back in her corner and took deep,heavy breathes. Her chest puffing in and out as she hung her head forward, with her body glistening in sweat. Belinda wasn't done yet as the blonde grabbed her foes head and dragged her back to the middle of the ring by grabbing her by her silky blue hair to drag her back to the middle of the ring. Ami put up a bit of a resistance as she grabbed Belinda's wrists and tried to pry them off her hair but the Swede wasn't to be stopped.

Belinda pulled Ami up onto her shoulders into a fireman's carry position before proceeding to hoist Ami up nice and good and then throw her down hard onto the mat in a painful fireman's drop. "Gaaahhhh!" Ami screamed in pain before bridging up a bit, clutching the small of her back as Belinda was totally outclassing her rival.

Belinda would pant out as she hoisted Ami up and then threw her down, taking a few steps forward the Swede would place her hands on her hips and let out a loud sigh. Not a condescending one but one of fatigue as this was actually a rather tiring match so far, but now she had gotten a good lead over Ami Takeuchi and it seemed to most people of the crowd as if the Swede was a sure winner now.

" Count her Ref...." Belinda let out as she would lean forward and turn towards Ami, placing her hands on her knees as she would pant out and keep her eyes fixed upon her rival as the ref-girl would move up and start the count.

" One!...Two!..."

Ami was down and out for the count, her body arched up a bit as she clutched her own back and gritted her teeth as she tried to bear the pain. Soon she fell flat on her back and began to catch her breath after being slammed down on her back a couple of times while being smacked in the chest as well. With Ami down, she watched Belinda turn towards her and look down on her, it seemed the blonde was tired as well- the match had been gruelling on both beauties.

Ami looked up on her opponent's face, she wasn't going to go down. The referee counted her out once more " Three......four.....five.....". At the count of five, Ami began to roll onto her belly before pushing up on her hands and knees as she broke the count by beginning to get back up on her feet.

Belinda looked on at Ami and let out another sigh as the blunette started to rise up towards her feet at the count of five. She shook her head a bit and stepped up closer towards the red-clad rival of hers. Waiting for Ami to get up towards her feet before the Swede would let out a few choice words for her blue haired rival.

" You know, you should learn when to quit Ami." Belinda said as she would proceed to try and move in and send a hard foerarm strike right up at Ami's pretty face!

As Ami was beginning to get back up on her feet, Belinda would soon follow. The blonde was in the driving seat and she wasn't going to allow the supermodel a chance to get back in the match. As the two began to move up, they stood face to face in the middle of the ring. Ami panted while looking right in the blonde cuties eyes, then glared at her with gritted teeth as she taunted the supermodel.

Belinda smacked her opponent with a forearm shot to the face, Ami grunted and staggered back but would reply with a quick chop right across her opponent's breasts.

Belinda smacked her arm right into Ami's pretty face, though what she hadn't expected was for Ami to come right back at her. Before Belinda could answer Ami sent a hard smack right against the Swede's generous breasts, leaving a slight red mark as it smacked against her sweat covered flesh.

The Swede staggered back a step and gasped out...she grit her teeth and glared at Ami as she would proceed to try and move back and mimic Ami's action! Looking to give her rival a hard chop right towards her own breasts!

The blow to the face really ticked her off and she unleashed a devastating chop to her opponent, that left a red mark against Belinda's soft breast. Ami grinned as she watched Belinda cry out in pain and she got some payback from her earlier breast attack. "Can't take it can ya?" Ami hissed back as she saw her opponent wind her hand back to deliver a counter chop.

The supermodel ducked under her opponent's arm and looked to get in behind, attempting to wrap her arm around Belinda's neck from behind in a dragon sleeper position before dropping down on her front and driving Belinda back first into the canvas!

Belinda threw out her chop...only to have it swing over through Ami's hair as the blue haired girl ducked underneath her swing! Before Belinda could react any further than releasing a gasp in surprise, the woman moved in behind her and yanked her head backwards!

Pulled into a dragon sleeper position the Swede flailed her arms around and struggled before Ami dropped down onto her rear and drove the back of the blond's head into the mat for a painful inverted DDT! " Guuh!"

With the supermodel ducked down her opponents arm and quickly getting behind her, she had arm wrapped around Belinda's neck from behind as she squeezed her neck hard for a opponent before dropping down on her front and slamming Belinda down onto her back in a inverted DDT. Ami slowly unwrapped her arm around her opponent's neck as she slowly pulled away from Belinda and smirked down at her opponent.

Ami got back upon her feet, brushing her hair back as she looked down on her opponent before putting her boot ontop of Belinda's chest as she raised her hands up. "Count her...." she demanded.