Red Hot Rage [Thunderfox]

Belinda's knees was enough to force the redhead off of her, and with it the blond quickly shot up to a seated position as she wrapped her arms around her head, holding it and trying to scramble away fro mAnnabelle a bit and then turn around so she was looking right at the redhead.

Hearing the woman's cocky words the Swede would grit her teeth and narrow her eyes, she brought her arms down and attempted to run over towards Annabelle, and would attempt to drop down low in the last second as she'd try and tackle Annabelle's legs out from under her and take the woman down onto the floor, hard.

Annabelle was just about done with Belinda. After knocking her head into the floor several times, she figured that would be enough to at least get her to not come after her again. But, clearly, she didn't learn her lesson.

Belinda charged at the redhead, tackling her one again and bringing them both to the floor, Belinda on top again. Annabelle grit her teeth as she reached for her shirt, yanking it as she tried to get the blonde off of her. "You never learn!" she screamed as the two, once again, tussled for control on the floor.

Belinda tackled right into the fiery redhead and took her down onto the mat which was right when she got to feel Annabelle's hands latching right onto her shirt sweatshirt and with it pulling the blond over to the side and rolling them over yet again, the blond grit her teeth and winced as she'd try and take a hold of Annabelle's hair and try and roll the redhead over so that Belinda was on top yet again.

If she could get on top again, Belinda would try and pull one arm back and attempt to send a hard blow right down onto Annabelle's chest yet again! Trying to punch the air out of those lungs as she tried to aim a blow for Annabelle's solar plexus. " You haven't known me long enough to say things like that! "

After Belinda tackled her to the ground again, the two girls rolled around on the floor, both trying to get the upper hand and get on top of the other girl. After rolling over a few times, the blonde managed to get on top of her again.

Annabelle continued to yank at the girl's shirt while bucking her hips and trying to roll her over again. But Belinda wasn't having it. Her fist came crashing into the red head's chest with authority, driving the wind out of Annabelle. "You... guh... CUNT!"

After the two beauties had rolled around a bit on the floor it was Belinda who managed to get the top position and keep it as she fired down a heavy punch right into Annabelle's lovely chest, taking the wind out of her sails from the looks of it!

With the fight in Annabelle weakening a bit the Swede tried to quickly move up and seat herself on the redhead's chest and tried to bring her hands up to wrestle Annabelle's arms down and attempt to pin them down onto the ground. Looking to put a stop to this whole thing! " Stay down! "

Of course, they had been making a lot of noise and Annabelle's final scream seemed to have garnered a lot of attention from the stagehands outside who'd soon enough come pouring into the locker room.

Annabelle sucked in a breath after that punch to her chest. She had a lot of nerve hitting her like that, and she was going to make her pay dearly for it. But, as Belinda was maneuvering her way to straddling her chest, a handful of backstage officials came pouring in, grabbing her and pulling the two of them apart.

Annabelle, after being pulled away from her, glared at Belinda before brushing sweaty hair from her face. "You're lucky they're here, bitch," she growled.

Belinda's eyes widened when stage hands started to pour into the locker room and began to pull the two of them apart, " Ah?! H-hey! Let go!" Belinda let out as they pulled her off of Annabelle and a few went to hold Annabelle in place, she kicked around a bit as she was being pulled away from the redhead and towards the door.

" Y-you! You're the one who's lucky!!" Belinda shouted out as she was pulled of the locker room and they were separated from each other.

"FUCK YOU!" Annabelle screamed as the blonde was pulled from the locker room, out of her reach. Once she was gone, Annabelle shook the officials off, again brushing some hair from her face.

It wasn't until then that she realized that shew as still in her wrestling attire. heaving a sigh, she wandered toward the showers. She needed to clean herself up after her loss, and after that tussle with that Belinda bitch.