Fright Fight - Belinda Northman Vs. Annabelle Reaves

Belinda coughed and groaned out as she felt Annabelle's foot on her chest, pressing her down against the mat and forcing the Swede to groan out as she looked up on her rival...that busty and beautiful frame letting out those words, before she placed that chair on her chest. Belinda's eyes widened when she saw her busty redheaded foe jump up....

Then the immense pain came down upon her chest, as that chair was plastered into her chest by the intense weight and power of Annabelle's deadly double knee drop. The move couldn't have been good on Annabelle's knees, but it was murder on the Swede's chest. she gasped out, air and spittle flying out of her lips. Her limbs jolted up off of the mat for a split second before they flopped down limp onto the mat. 

The Swede's head lolled back down as her eyes weakly half-open looked up at the arena lights....

Annabelle grinned down menacingly at Belinda as she prepared to end this match. After all the pain, all the struggle that she made her go through during this match, she was finally going to put it all to an end. A painful, vicious end.

With the chair on top of Belinda's chest, she drove both of her knees directly down on top of the chair with all of her weight. The impact hurt her knees like hell, sending a stinging pain through her legs as she flopped to the side. But it was worth it, looking at Belinda. She was ompletely out of it. She was done. It was over.

Annabelle crawled over to Belinda, shoving the chair off of her chest. She laid herself down on top of her, hooking her arm around her leg, going for the final pin.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"Night night, bitch."

Belinda's ribs were probably hurting just as much as the lovely Annabelle's ribs were hurting, possibly even more. Her lungs had been thoroughly depleted in one fell swoop and it had left her body with this sickening feeling of fatigue. Her newly acquired redheaded rival soon pushed the chair off of her and then laid herself across the Swede....

The crowd roared out, shouting for the Swede to get up, but that wasn't to say that there weren't any people in the crowd cheering for the beautiful Annabelle. Far from it, there were a good amount of them. Yet at the moment the shouts and screams of Belinda's supporters rang louder throughout the arena. 

The ref-girl's hand slapped down once...twice...and raised it up into the air for a third time, starting to call out that word that would put and end to it as she brought her hand down " THR---!" She was cut off, as Belinda's body jolted up to the side, kicking out and bucking off Annabelle from her...whether it was pure instinct of Belinda had life in her was hard to tell, but she was not ready to lose just yet...not to Annabelle!

Annabelle had a huge grin on her face as the ref counted to one, and then two. This was the end. After all the pain she put her trhough, this was a fitting end, coming out on top after such a grueling, painful match. Driving that chair into Belinda's chest felt amazing, and getting a win off of it felt even better.

So when Belinda managed to roll over and get her shoulder up, Annabelle was left in complete and utter chock. The redhead sat up, hands grabbing two fistfuls of her own hair as she stared down at Belinda in wide eyed disbelief. How could she possibly have any fight left in her after that?! She put all of her weight into it. How did she do it?!

Annabelle growled in anger, rising to her feet. Her pain was completely forgotten, replaced by anger and frustration. She was going to put her down if it was the last thing she did. She reached down, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair, violently trying to yank her to her feet. "STAY DOWN!" she screamed before trying to whip Belinda across the ring by her hair.

Belinda managed to tip over to the side and break the pin, an act which got the redhead to fume in anger. The Swede coughed out and rolled over onto her side, arms moving up to hug her chest tightly as her feet weakly kicked down against the mat.

The blond was in a whole world of pain as her chest felt like it had been caved in by that brutal finisher of her newfound rival....she had seldom felt this kind of pain, but the Swede was not willing to let her redheaded opponent get the better of her, not after what had transpired with the two of them...what would have been the point of all this if she lost here ?! 

The busty redhead grabbed Belinda by her hair and pulled the Swede up to her feet, the young Northman whined at the act as she was in quite a bit of pain already and the burning in her scalp didn't help that at all. Before even a second passed of her on her feet, Annabelle flung the Swede off across the ring by her hair, tearing out a few strands of hair as she did...The Swede's body bounced off of the mat before crumpling down into a ball as she kicked the mat harder and harder, groaning out loudly!

Annabelle was still trying to wrap her head around how Belinda kicked out, after she crushed her chest with a chair and all of her body weight. Either she was more resilient than she gave her credit for, or she was really, really lucky. Either way, she was going to break her of it. By the time she was done, she'd be lucky to not leave the ring on a stretcher.

In a fit of frustration, she hoisted Belinda to her feet before flinging her across the ring, watching her yellow clad body bounce off the mat with a sense of satisfaction. But she was far from finished with her. Once again, she grabbed the chair she used on her before, holding it in both hands, standing over the swede.

"I'll teach you a lesson, you little bitch!" she shouted raising the chair up high before brining it down, trying to smack it hard right into Belinda's back.

Belinda had just been flung through the ring and crashed down onto the mat, she was in a lot of pain and slowly rolled over onto her front, her feet sliding against the mat as she whined and shook her head, burying her forehead into the mat. 

She hugged her sides tightly, her ribs ached...it wouldn't surprise her if they were broken or at the very least bruised. At least she now knew how Annabelle must be feeling...and then some. 

The Redheaded beauty had certainly gotten the better of her with that nasty finisher of hers...she couldn't deny that. Yet, she would be damned if she let the cocky Mandibuzz clad woman beat her. The only way she had managed to kick out was because of pure willpower! 

When Annabelle soon came up towards her the Swede was unable to do much, as that steel chair was swung down onto her back. " Gaagh!" Belinda shouted out in pain from the impact as it sent those bad vibrations through her vertebrae causing her even more pain and discomfort.

Annabelle stood over Belinda, completely lost on her own frustration. She wasn't usually this way, but with the blonde's ability to aggravate her, she couldn't stop herself. She wanted to punish her for everything she had done to her in this match, and she wanted to make sure she knew that messing with her was going to result in pain. She drove her to the point of break.

With a vicious swing, Annabelle brought the chair down onto the swede's back, eliciting a loud scream from her. It felt so good, better than it should. But, a little bit more, and she shouldn't have any more fighting spirit. She would make sure of that.

Heaving a few deep breaths, Annabelle contemplated hitting her again. But she wanted to do something... bigger. So, she dropped the chair, before walking away from her and sliding out of the ring. It was time to bring in the big guns. Once outside, she grabbed one of the several tables and slid it into the ring. She lid back in right after, lifting the table and popping the legs out, standing it up, right in the center of the ring.

Annabelle turned back to Belinda, a smirk on her face. This would surely be the end. "Time to get up, sweetheart," she mused, grabbing another handful of her hair to pull her to her feet. She'd then try to tuck the girl's head between her legs, positioning her right next to the table. Wrapping her arms around her middle, she'd try to flip her up onto her shoulders, and, if Belinda didn't fight back, she'd slam her right down onto the waiting table.

Belinda kicked her feet down against as she tried to bare with the pain, she soon enough found that she was going through anymore painful moves or throws or slams....instead she was left alone ? The Swede was surprised by this and turned her head and saw Annabelle slide out of the ring....well this just couldn't be good.

The Swede would shake her head and soon enough the redhead was on her again. The blond's ribs ached something fierce but she needed to find a way to fight back...Annabelle soon enough took a hold of the Swede's hair and then pulled her up to her feet and forced her pretty blond head, Jolteon ears and all in between her sexy thighs. 

Belinda winced and whined, groaning out as her hands would grip tightly onto those thighs...." N-no..." Belinda let out as she felt the arms of Annabelle around her waist. She tried to move up towards her feet, biting down hard on her bottom lip as she tried to stand up and lift Annabelle upside down, with her front against the Swede's back. " Raaaahh!" Belinda shouted out as she'd have tried to throw Annabelle down into Akiha's, her biggest rival...and also secret lover's finisher....but she didn't have the strength and instead would fall backwards, driving Annabelle back first into the mat with the Swede's weight landing on top of her.

With a handful of Belinda's hair, she yanked the yellow clad girl up to her feet, her head in between her legs. Her finisher may not have done the trick, but if anything would, it was this. She was going to break the table with Belinda's body, and she was going to make sure it sent a message to her.

Annabelle wrapped her arms around Belinda's waist, ready to finish her off once and for all. But Belinda, once again, shocked her. Before she could lift her up, the blonde slipped down to her legs, and with a quick motion, lifted her off the mat. Annabelle's eyes shot wide with surprise just before her back crashed into the mat. The impact hurt, but not as much as Belinda landing on her midsection, sending searing pain through her chest and back. Tapped underneath Belinda, she could do nothing but try and get her off to nurse her ribs.

What had happened? Just a second ago, she was beating her senseless. And now, she was on her back, trapped beneath her.