Belinda Northman Vs. Aisha Love

The pink bomber squirmed, "No... I won't..." she muttered out, hands trying to grab at the blonde to try and escape, pushing against the legs. It was fairly hard, her opponent having a rather strong set of legs on her. Belinda was a great opponent, challenging her t push what she had as hard as she could.

Belinda's legs had snapped around the pink bomber's head and the Swede then started to squeeze the life out of the pink haired girl. She felt the hands of Aisha grab at her legs and try and push them away, but Belinda attempted to keep Aisha down and hurting. 

The Swede would bring her hands down to the mat and try to elevate herself up a bit from mat and elevate Aisha's head up a bit to cause a bit more problem for the pink clad fighter.

The new strain on Aisha's neck Belinda's smooth yet muscular legs was rather painful, elevation now causing her to grip around her neck, gasping for air. The referee checked her repeatedly but the pinkette still continued on however, waving her off every time. She began to buck around a bit, trying to flip herself over to counter the pin and land on the other side, kneeling.

Belinda's legs squeezed and flexed as they were putting the pressure on the pinkette's neck and head. Soon though Aisha started to buck and struggle wildly, trying to find her way out of Belinda's headscissor. The Swede held on as well as she could but her opponent soon managed to slip out of the hold.

The young Northman was quick to roll away and push herself up towards her feet. Shaking her head a bit as she'd throw Aisha a light smile. " Well then, guess I need to try harder with you." Belinda said in a friendly tone of voice as she would move up towards her feet, raising her arms up and readying herself to throw down with Aisha again.

Aisha got air back into her lungs with a giant breathe of fresh air, rubbing her throat that had been near strangled by Belinda's smooth legs and strong legs. She wasn't rather sure Belinda was taunting her and complimenting her. Either way, she got up on her feet, having been let, a rather bad sign in this stage, to stand up. Like that, she prepared herself for another onslaught, hopefully maybe trying to counter the devastating grapples.

Aisha was soon up on her feet as well, Belinda would nod her head towards the pink haired girl and then raise her arms up. She'd step forward and attempt to offer a pretty standard collar and elbow lock up to get the match back on track.

Belinda would quickly try and transition this hold though, by attempting to slip around and try and grab Aisha in a side headlock hold, which would push Aisha's lovely face up against the side of Belinda's generous breast, as she'd squeeze upon that head of the pinkette.

Aisha was fool hardy to take the blondes grapple, still disoriented, so the pinkette wasn't much a struggle to put into the simple lock. Her cheek would grind up against the side of her breast, a blush forming. Weakly struggling to get out of the hold, she had to think of something quick. So without further thought into it, she used her free hand to pound into the of her opponent Belinda, aiming to push her away enough for her to get out. Before more damage could be inflicted.

Belinda managed to pull her pink haired opponent right into that tight side headlock. She smirked a bit as she wrenched on that skull and pushed Aisha's lovely blushing face up against the side of her breasts. She was going to have to work over this woman quite a bit to make sure that she could win this match....but then a strong punch came into her back and she felt Aisha start to try and push her off.

The Swede gasped out at the punch and struggled to maintain the hold. Even attempted to lean back and press her hip up against the groin and waist of Aisha. Trying to flip her opponent over and onto her back as she'd try and fall down on top of her, keeping that side headlock in. All the while trying to snag Aisha's nearest arm with her legs and lock in a tight scarf-hold submission hold!

Aisha was about to break free but was taken out of such to be flipped over and set into an entirely new hold. Confused and disoriented, she wasn't able to stop Belinda as she was put into a scarf-hold, face turning red as she was being chocked out, face turning a shade of red. Again, her face was pushed against the side of Belinda's chest humiliatingly. She was outside her element, playing the ground game on the mat to her disadvantage.

Belinda would lean into Aisha's body and keep the woman pressed down against the mat, as she would push that pretty face right up against her tit. The blond knew that she had to keep up her advantage going! Aisha wasn't as green that Belinda could walk over her or anything. So she had to keep going as she tried to control the pink-haired woman.

The Swede tried to keep up the submission hold and tighten it a bit, looking to start causing pain and to drain the fight out of Aisha. " Hrh...what do you say, wanna tap?"