For The Heart of Sweden, Eshe vs. Belinda

Success! Eshe couldn’t believe it, she was overpowering THE Belinda Northman, it was almost to real to be true. She couldn’t let that get to her though, she should only be cheering when she won the match. The Egyptian wrench’s again, seeing the ref drop to check on her captive, the violet had no intent of letting go just yet. She knew the Swede wouldn’t give in to this, she was tough, but that’s what she expected too.

Unbennouced to her, she didn’t look down to see the blondes bust pushing outward. The roar of the crowd, she figured, was for her. Perhaps some were but most were probably for Belinda and her now precarious position underneath the tanned woman.

She was to neglegent however, even with the advantage, the violet should’ve been more careful of her opponent. Eshe felt them shift underneath of her but it was the slip of their arms from her knees that caught her off guard. Her focus was to much on the move than her captive and this, Belinda now had a way out.

Her blonde rival had free hands at their disposal now, having managed to unhook their arms from her knees she felt the only thing she could do was wrench harder. Eshe could feel Belinda starting to move upward, her position now somewhat compromised as their knees were under the Swedes body. The Egyptian was pushed upward, having to bend herself over the woman to keep her lock in place.

The biggest fight would come as Bleinda’s fingers intertwined with her own, attempting to pry them off of her chin. With each attempt she managed to slip through their grasp to keep the hold locked in but it wasn’t long until they caught her. With her hold now complexity broken, she was nothing but dead weight on top of her rival, stricken with disbelief as she laid over them. What surprised her even more was what came next.

”Gagh!” She exclaims, as her back hit the mat with a surprising amount of impact. Even from her low position it still hurt. She didn’t think she would come flying over their shoulders like that. She presses her boots into the canvas, looking to pull away at a moments notice if Belinda looked to take advantage of her current predicament.

Okay, so she didn’t expect a shoulder throw right from the getgo or from her low position, cool. She’d give Belinda that much after managing that, but she wouldn’t stay down for long, she planned on getting to her feet and getting back into the game, that was before she felt them grab onto her. Her head was caught by the Swede, but what was she doing? The next thing she knew, her head was being wrapped up by their rather cold thighs, strangling her in what seemed like a figure four lock. An odd method of capture for sure but effective.

The Egyptian struggled in their grasps, her boots pushing up off the canvas as she looked for a way out. Her palms pawing at their legs in a bid to find a chink somewhere to break through but no such luck. Belinda had locked her in tightly and air was being a rare commodity. She began to slightly panic but this reminded her of something. There was a way to turn this hold over but would it work in her current predicament.

With their arms holding them up for leverage, she was going to have to overthrow them. She would have to go for it, plain and simple. She couldn’t reach any other part of their body to hammer in for release so, roll over it is. Lucky for her, she had more limbs available to her than Belinda, who’s arms were the only thing keeping her up. Eshe would slide her legs closer, elevating her up higher, one hand gripped onto their thigh as the other, slipped in against her own body. Using her left leg as the center point, the violet would push hard with her right foot, using her right hand to help her twist the pair of them in her bid for escape.

In the grip of the rather tight figure four lock, Eshe managed to roll them over onto their stomach. Good, she could get out of this. Just as soon as she pressed her palms flat against the canvas. She was going to push up and pull her head free, that was the violets plan but Belinda seemed to have a different idea. Just when she prepped to pull, she felt their body roll back over, cancelling all her progress and bringing her back to square one.

The Egyptian was far from pleased from that fact. Her violets dialate with a hint of frustration. Now what? If she couldn’t break free the normal way what could she do? The idea practically smacked her in the face. If she couldn’t get any leverage by rolling to the side maybe she could get somewhere rolling a different way.

Just like before, her boot push up from the canvas, elevating her bottom half. She had a plan to wipe Belinda and break this hold if it went according to plan. The tanned woman inhale what little breath she can manage to suck in, with a short push of exertion, she pushes up, throwing her legs upward, her aim was to roll up the Swede but she wouldn’t go for a pin. If her plan succeeded, she’d tuck in her legs to expose her knees and drive them deep into the blondes center.