Fright Fight - Belinda Northman Vs. Annabelle Reaves

Smacking that lucious chest of the lovely Annabelle right on those huge tits and getting the redhead to feel a whole world of pain yet again, the blond took a hold of her rival and started to haul her over towards the table. It wasn't long before the blond had managed to pull the nearly lifeless Annabelle up onto her table...

She panted out and started to walk towards the corner, pulling herself up, struggling her way up with the aid of the ropes and finally managing to climb her way up onto the top rope as she'd be facing off towards the ring, and the lovely form of Annabelle lying on that table, arms draped over the sides. 

" Here goes...." 

Taking a deep breath the Swede would raise her right elbow up into the air and pat it with her other hand.

"THUNDER! ϟ " The Swede would shout out loudly as she'd leap off of the corner and towards the table, pulling her lower body out to the side so she'd be coming down with her outstretched elbow first. Attempting to come in with her elbow right down onto those pillowy breasts! Looking to hit Annabelle with a diving elbow drop...her finisher Fly High!

Annabelle really wanted to move, to fight back, but she couldn't. If she could catch her breath, she might have had a chance, but not being able to take in a full breath was making it difficult to get any energy. Now, laying on the table, she was a sitting duck, eyes shut tightly as she tried to fight the pain.

When she heard the blonde call out "thunder," she opened her eyes, and saw her coming down at her. She tried once again to role away, but there was no avoiding it. Belinda, elbow outstretched, crashed into her, her elbow driving into Annabelle's already incredibly pained chest. The impact snapped the table right in half with a loud, sickening snap, leaving Annabelle beneath the blonde, unmoving on top of the shattered mass.

Annabelle's eyes were half open, but glossed over. The busty redhead was out cold, her body broken.

The crowd went wild as Belinda's diving elbow drop drove the two beautiful women straight through the table, breaking it in two as they crashed down onto the mat with pieces all around it. The jump and impact hurt Belinda quite a lot....but not as much as it must have for the redhead.

The Swede slowly rolled over and tried to drape her chest over Annabelle's....she had too little strength in herself to hook her rivals legs or anything fancy. It was just a simple pin by lying across on top of The sexy mandibuzz clad woman's frame. 

Panting out loudly as sweat dripped onto the mat from her face and damp hair. The Swede placed an arm against Annabelle's cheek and used it to press her head down against the mat. " S-stay down...this time..." 

The Ref-girl quickly slid in next to the two girls, a quick check to see if Annabelle's shoulders were down before she started to slap her hand down against the mat." One!....Two!...." 

Annabelle merely twitched in responce when Belinda's arms drapped over her. With her hand on her cheek, she merely laid there, her breath ragged, completely out of it. The ref's hand slapped the mat once, then twice, and there was still no reaction. Annabelle was completely finished.

"THREE!"

As soon as the call was made, the bell sounded, and the match was over. After a hellish, brutal match that no doubt left both of them injured, it was over. It wasn't until moments after the bell sounded that Annabelle's eyes fluttered open, staring up at the blinding lights. The realization washed over her when she heard Belinda's music instead of her own. She lost. After all of that, putting her body through torture, she lost.

On top of the pain that wracked her body, she now felt shame, and frustration. "Ah... f... fuck... damn it... ahh..." The tried to sit up, managing to do so with a pained effort. She desperately wanted to leave the ring, not only to get fixed, but to rid herself of the loud, cheering crowd. All of it added to her shame.

The bell soon rang and the Swede's specially selected theme for this match alone started to play, at first she was confused...the match had made her forget that she had picked out a pokémon styled theme for this match only. She soon moved up to her knees and looked on at Annabelle...

The Swede attempted to push up to her feet but quickly fell back down onto her rear...she panted out loudly and shook her head a bit. Bringing up her right hand and stroking it through her damp hair, which practically laid itself exactly how she moved it. It was like a puddy that one could just form however one wanted thanks to the tons of sweat...both hers and Annabelle's which was without a doubt covering both of their bodies and a fair bit of this ring. 

Moving up after a few seconds of rest, with the help of the ref-girl, the Swede then had her hand raised and the sound of thunderous cheers and applause rained down around her. She smiled....she was beyond happy to have managed to beat Annabelle, but the feeling was somewhat dulled by how much pain she was in.

Annabelle glanced over at the victorious Belinda, frustrated. She gave it her all, and she still couldn't put her down. It pained her, almost as much as she hurt already, to fathim that she was the better fighter. She ran through everything in her mind again, trying to find something, some kind of fluke, some kind of mistake she made... and came up empty. She lost, fair and square.

Annabelle, with all the effort she could muster, pulled herself to the ropes, sliding out and stepping onto the floor. Standing was agonizing, but she had to go to the infirmary, and she refused to be carried out. Slowly, she walked up the ramp, each step a new wave of pain. She stepped to the back, leaving the roar of the crowd and the lights of the arena behind.

Belinda was celebrating as much as she could right now, though soon enough it all came to and end as her opponent had soon left. Belinda would turn towards the ramp to see Annabelle walk out behind the curtains and leave...which soon prompted the Swede to walk out of the ring and start to move up the ramp as well...

She waved off towards the crowd as she left, one arm wrapped around her chest to hug her ribs. She groaned out with each step that she moved through the curtains and leave the arena.

Winner: Belinda Northman