Fright Fight - Belinda Northman Vs. Annabelle Reaves

" Gah...dammit.." Belinda winced out as she laid on top of the busty Annabelle, her lowerback pressing against those soft pillowy breasts of the lovely redhead. At least that part of her was getting a soft surface to lie down upon. The Swede soon rolled off of Annabelle though and got onto her hands and knees, she panted out as she would push herself up to her knees.

It hurt just to breath, she was practical covered in sweat at this point. The young blond had to open up her top a bit more, which practically left most of her rather impressive cleavage exposed. Sweat dripped down from her face and bangs down onto the mat....as the Swede soon moved up towards her feet, bent over a bit as she'd turn and try to grab a hold of Annabelle's hair, looking to pull Annabelle up towards a seated position....

" Stay.." Belinda let out before she'd turn and try to take off running, looking to run towards the ropes and bounce off of them, an act which sent pain running through her entire back, pain that she had to ignore as she came running towards Annabelle. Looking to drop low in the final moment of the run and come in to hit Annabelle right in her buxom chest with a sliding D!

Annabelle couldn't believe it. After everything she had done to Belinda, she was still somehow fighting back. If she had managed to put her through that table, she knew she would ahve gotten the win. But the blonde refused to give in, refused to stop fighting. What did she have to do to break her?

When the swede got off of her chest, she sucked in a hard breath, which made her ribs hurt even more. She was positive at this point that something was broken. But she had to fight through it. Giving in to the pain meant losing the match. And that wasn't going to happen. But that was easier said than done.

Belinda grabbed her by her red, sweaty hair, forcing her to sit up, which caused her to wince in extreme pain. Her eyes squeezed shut, trying to wait for the pain to fade some. But when she opened her eyes, she saw the blonde last minute. Her elbow came crashing right into her chest. "Guahhh!" she called out, sprawling out on her back, arms at her sides and her chest heaving with shaky, uneven breaths.

She just kept focusing her midsection, and it was getting increasingly difficult to ignore it. She couldn't even suck in a full breath without it hurting, and not being able to breath was making her panic. She had to fight it. She had get a hold of herself.

Belinda came in hot and drive her elbow and forearm right into Annabelle's sizable chest which then drove the lovely redhead down onto the mat yet again. The crowd was fired up again as the blond seemed to take the lead with one of her signature moves. She was tired though, having slide a bit on the mat she remained seated for a second or two, she panted out and let out a few hot puffs of air...her mouth felt weirdly dry and had a bit of a coppery taste to it.

She groaned loudly as she pushed herself up towards her feet, shaking her head a bit as she turned towards Annabelle, looking to grab a hold of her lovely rival's damp hair yet again. " Come on...ginger...*huff*...You're, finished..." Belinda let out as she would try and pull Annabelle up onto her feet again so they were facing one another, looking to pull Annabelle's head in under her armpit as her other hand would look to slip in between Annabelle's legs and firmly cup that shapely rear. Looking to hoist Annabelle up into the air and hold her opponent upside down. Taking a few steps forward towards the chair that her redheaded rival had left there....Belinda would try and jump up a bit and drop down, trying to drive Annabelle's upperback down hard onto that steel surface with a northern lights bomb! 

Her finisher....Comet Impact! 

Annabelle could hardly breath, and the pain she felt all over wasn't helping. The two of them were systematically destroying each other, bit by bit. But she didn't now who was in worse shape. If she had to guess, she'd say herself. With the way she felt, there was no way Belinda could possibly feel worse.

The redhead didn't have a chance to rest for long before Belinda grabbed yet another handful of her hair, pulling her to her feet. Annabelle let out a pain cry as she went, every movement causing her body to throb. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out at this rate.

In her state, she couldn't do anything to stop the swede from tucking her head under her arm. She tried feebly to get free, but she couldn't budge her. She was lifted up off the mat, and below, she saw the chair. "No..." was all she could say before she was dropped mercilessly down, headfirst, onto the waiting steel chair.

Annabelle's entire body went limp, her half closed eyes staring up at the lights above. It wasn't clear whether she was still conscious or not, but either way, she wasn't moving after the impact.

Belinda pulled Annabelle up into the air and held her there for a second or two, stumbling towards the downed chair and with it the blond jumped up and slammed Annabelle down into the chair, there was a sickening clang as the redhead's body smacked against the metal surface. 

The Swede would let go of Annabelle's rear and slide down a bit, trying to get her redheaded' rivals shoulders down before trying to hook on of Annabelle's legs. Trying to put the lovely redhead into a pinning predicament....which would also probably give the crowd a decent enough view of the woman's red panties yet again.

The ref-girl would quickly slide in next to the two of the and raise her arm, shouting out " One...!" before doing the same thing just again and calling out loudly, "Two...!"

Annabelle barely knew where she was after she was dropped headfirst onto the unforgiving steel chair. The only thing she was really aware of was the pain that radiated through her entire body, making even the slightest movement feel like someone was stabbing her with a hit knife. And when Belinda climbed onto her, hooking her leg, it made it worse.

The ref called for one, and then two. The match was about to end, and the redhead was on the losing end...

NO!

At the very last second, just before the ref's hand slapped the mat, Annabelle forced herself to roll over. The effort pulled a scream of pain from her, but she wasn't about to let it end like this. Her entire body protested, but she didn't care. She wasn't going to lose so long as she had any fight left in her. If Belinda wanted to beat her, she'd have to try harder.

"F... fuck.... fuck you..." she groaned, her chest heaving raggedly. The next step was to get up, but she didn't have the energy just yet. She needed a chance to get herself ready. But she doubted she had it.

Belinda thought that she was about to pull off a win right here and now as she had Annabelle hooked up for the pin and the ref-girl was counting away, it was only one more second and she'd be done with this hellish match and would be able go to the infirmary and get her ribs tended to....

Yet that was not the case, Annabelle managed to turn over onto her side and break the pin just before the ref-girl's hand slapped down against the mat...it was so damn close! Belinda shook her head moved up to a seated position, she groaned out loudly and pounded her hand into the mat. " W-will you just stay down already ?!" Belinda let out as she started to push herself up towards her feet. 

She winced with each movement she took, her ribs hurt like hell but she had to make sure she took Annabelle out before the redhead could rally....

Belinda attempted to reach down for Annabelle's arms, looking to pull the redhead up towards her feet so they both stood face to face with one another. Taking a quick breath before she'd try and pull her arm back and throw a hard uppercut right to Annabelle's chin!

Annabelle could barely move. Every second the match went on was agony, but she'd rather be in pain and win than be in pain and lose. But, even though she managed to kick out, she didn't have much juice left, and any she had was spent trying to get out of the pin. Mounting an offensive was going to take some doing.

But, Belinda seemed to be suffering almost as much ass she was. Both of them had put each other through hell, and no matter who won, both were going to be feeling it for weeks.

Grabbing her arms, the swede pulled Annabelle to her feet. It took all she had to just to keep standing, and even then, she was dazed, and wobbly. She weakly raised her arms wanting to defend herself, but couldn't bring them up in time to block the uppercut. "Guah!" The blow sent Annabelle reeling back to the ropes, both arms draped over the top.

Annabelle's world was spinning. The impact on the chair had done it's damage, leaving her dazed, and dizzy.

Smacking Annabelle right in her chin with that nasty uppercut to the lovely redhead which sent her stumbling back towards the ropes. Belinda bent over and placed her hands on her knees, panting out heavily as she looked on at Annabelle who seemed to be just as bad off as she was....the blond shook her head and pushed herself up into a stand again. 

The Swede would move up to Annabelle and try to place her hand against her rival's chin, looking to push her up against the rope further to make her chest an easier target. Which was when Belinda would try and hit Annabelle with a knife-edge chop against that busty chest! 

Looking to then try and grab Annabelle by her lovely red-hair and start to drag the woman towards the center of the ring where Annabelle had placed the table. Looking to push the table a bit closer towards the corner before attempting to swing the woman up and place her back down against the table.

Annabelle didn't really know what to do. She had kicked out of the pin, but now, she felt weak, too exhausted to do anything. The uppercut had sent her reeling back to the ropes, barely able to stand with the assistance of the ropes. Every breath she took felt like knives, and with Belinda coming at her again, she had no chance to rest. She was a sitting duck.

When the blonde came up, she pushed against her chin, forcing her chest out. Annabelle tried to move, but she couldn't before Belinda's hand slapped hard against her bosom. "Ahhh! Ahh..." Annabelle's voice cracked, dropping to her knees after the slap. It hurt far more than it should have, but with how much pain she was already in, everything felt so much worse.

Being dragged by her sweaty locks, she was pulled to the table, which she had put there, hoping to put her through it. Now, she was pulled onto it, laying on her back on the cold surface. Annabelle's arms lay helplessly at her sides while she struggled to breath. She tried to will herself to move, but got nowhere. Her body just refused to listen. She was an easy target, and she couldn't do anything about it.