Fright Fight - Belinda Northman Vs. Annabelle Reaves

Belinda groaned out as she rolled over towards the ropes. Soon pulling herself up with the help of it while Annabelle made use of the ladder and setting it up in the corner. The Swede shook her head and got up into her stance, moving away from the ropes and narrowing her eyes at her redheaded foe...

There was still a blush upon the young blonds face, but she was not going to let that stop her. Panting out for air, as there were clear signs of sweat upon her frame...she was forced to reach up and unclasp her top a little bit so that she could air herself off a bit more.

" Hah...a-alright...I'm paying you back for that." Belinda let out as she would try and move in closer towards Annabelle, looking to move in and lock up with the redhead yet again!

Annabelle watched as her blonde foe got to her feet, sweat coating her smooth skin. The redhead was the same, covered in a light coat of sweat as well. The match had been hard fought so far, and she knew she wasn't going to get out of it pain free, but she planned on winning. Belinda may be tough, but she wasn't tough enough to best her.

"Please, try it," Annabelle replied to Belinda's breathless defiance. She moved in with her, locking up with her int he middle of the ring.

She began to push a bit, but, after a brief moment, she'd try to pull her this time, trying to whip her into the corner that she had the ladder set up. It was time to do to her entire body, what she did to her ribs.

Belinda had noticed the steel ladder set up in the corner and was wary of what Annabelle was going to do, when they locked up she had no belief that the redhead was going to push her back away from the corner...So when they locked up and Belinda soon felt Annabelle break out of the lock up and tried to pull Belinda off with that Irish whip!...The Blond tried to grab onto that arm and brace her legs in mid run, trying to reverse the Irish Whip with one of her own.

Looking to whip Annabelle off right into that ladder she had intended to throw the young blond right into.

Annabelle was set to do as much damage to Belinda as she possibly could. And that was going to begin by planting her back firmly into the ladder she set up in the corner. So, once they met in the lockup, instead of pushing too much, she pulled back, trying to whip her into the corner.

She almost had her. But Belinda was quick to realize what was happening, countering the whip with one of her own. Annabelle let out a shocked yelp as she was whipped to the corner, her back mercilessly crashing into the ladder.

Annabelle let out a loud cry of pain as she fell forward onto the mat, her back arching. Her own trap had just screwed her, leaving her writing on the mat, adding her back to the list of things she swore was damaged beyond repair.

Belinda panted out as she hunched forward, placing her hands one her knees and looked on at Annabelle as she fell forward. She narrowed her eyes and couldn't help but smile a little. She had an idea of what to do to pay Annabelle back for that crotch grinding to her face that the Swede had taken.

The blond would move up and try to take a hold of Annabelle's head, looking to pull her away a bit from the corner, looking to turn the woman over onto her back. Looking to seat herself on Annabelle's upper midsection and take a hold of her rival's hands, looking to pin them down against the mat. Before attempting to lean forward and lower her generous chest over Annabelle's face, trying to go for a breast smother like pin. " Here we go!"

Annabelle's plan to throw Belinda into the ladder in the corner backfired in the worst possible way. And now, she was suffering for it. Adding to the fiery pain in her ribs, she now had to suffer through the agonizing pain in her back after having hit the ladder with brutal force. The red head laid on the mat, panting and heaving as she tried to fight it. She needed to fight back.

But that was easier said than done. Belinda took advantage of her downed state, grabbing her by the head and pulling her away from the corner, closer to the middle. That simple movement alone caused her unreasonable amounts of pain. Enough to leave her defenseless as she was flipped into her back, Belinda straddling her sore, throbbing ribs.

When the blonde grabbed her wrists, she tried to pull them free, but they were pinned down. She struggled, trying to get her off, but got nowhere. "G-get off of m- MMMPHHH!" Annabelle tried to protest, but her words were cut of when Belinda's yellow clad breasts were pressed into her face.

With her shoulders down, the ref began to count. "ONE!" "TWO!" Annabelle ached, but she refused to lose like this, stuck underneath Belinda's boobs. With all her might, she forced herself to roll over, getting her shoulder off the mat and breaking the pin.

Belinda placed herself down on top of the redhead, straddling the beautiful woman as she moved her hands and grabbed a hold of Annabelle's wrists. She looked down upon that beautiful but angry face for a second before she covered it with her breasts, rubbing those lovely yellow covered tits down against Annabelle's face in a teasing manner. The crowd certainly loved it as they started to cheer out loudly for the sight. 

The ref-girl moved in and initiated the count, but just before the third count could happen, Annabelle managed to break the count and push the Swede off of her. Belinda rolled away from her rival, a little bit before moving up towards her feet. Shaking her head and then trying to move right back towards Annabelle. 

The Swede would try and take a handful of the lovely redhead's mane, looking to pull her up by it. " Told you I'd get you back." Belinda let out as she would try and hoist Annabelle up onto her shoulders, looking to move a few steps towards the center of the ring then turn around and try to drop Annabelle down for a samoan drop. Aiming to try and drop her rival back first down onto one of the folded steel chairs!

Annabelle was mere milliseconds from losing the match. In a desperate attempt, she tried to roll over, and managed to break the pin just before the three count. Now, with Belinda off of her, she sucked in a breath, which caused her ribs and back to throb violently. She cursed the blonde under her breath for doing this to her. Her entire upper body hurt, and it made even breathing difficult. She was going to make her suffer for this.

Belinda moved back in quickly, taking hold of her hair. She winced as she was pulled to her feet, trying hard to suck up the pain. She had to turn this around, or she was in for more trouble. "Fu... fuck you..."

Annabelle was then lifted up onto the blonde's shoulders, looking down to see the chair. This was bad. She had to escape NOW. With all she had, she struggled trying to get herself to fall to her feet behind Belinda. If she managed to escape, she then wrap her arm around her neck, and try to drop her head down onto the folded steel chair with a reverse DDT.

Belinda was feeling rather confident, this move and maybe a big finish and she would probably be able to put and end to this match now. It had been a grueling and tough one though, fitting of a PPV. Though now it was time for the electric pokémon to show just why Electric types were strong against flying topes! 

Although, that wasn't exactly what happened. When Belinda was about to lay down the thunder and lighting...Annabelle's struggled became too much and the busty redhead managed to kick free from her hold and landed behind her. The next thing the Swede knew was that she was forced to lean backwards in an uncomfortable and awkward manner, her generous breasts pushing up into the air for a second...before she was brought down mercilessly onto that steel chair. The back of her head bouncing right off of it and sending a massive wave of pain through Belinda's head. 

Right after the impact her hands moved towards the back of her skull, hugging her head as she weakly rolled over towards her side and curled up.

Annabelle knew that if she fell on the chair below, she was done. As much pain as she was in right now, anything like that would do her in, and she wasn't about to let Belinda end it that way. With enough squirming and struggling, she managed to drop down behind the blonde. Taking advnatage, she wrapped her arm around her neck and dropped the back of her head down onto the chair with a reverse DDT.

The redhead sat next to Belinda, who curled up into a ball with her arms hugging her head. It felt good to finally have a moment to get herself collected. This was her chance to end it. This was the opening she needed, and it brought a grin to her face.

Annabelle got to her feet slowly, grabbing the chair as she went. With Belinda on the mat, she waled over to her, stepping over her so that she had one foot on either side of her. "You tried, blondie, but this is over," she growled, using her foot to force her onto her back. Once she had her on her back, she'd stop the chair onto her chest, just before jumping into the air, going for her Finishing Move, Time to Reap, driving both of her knees directly down onto Belinda's chair covered chest.