Isabella Brandt vs Scarlaheart - Tyrant vs Heir: Apex Qualifier Match

[Monsy]

One sweet sounding knee to get the audience to cringe. Maria had the ropes to catch herself. Rather, it let her rebound smoothly, turn on her ankles and walk away from the attack with her elbows to her side, hands out, palms up -- striking that signature taunt, its exaggerated walk and sneer to boot. She did this to turn back around towards Isabella, sighing, bending over to grab their boot and drag them away from the ropes. Then she stepped on their breasts, an easy, insecure and lazy pin where she can look down and get an eye-full to see if they kick out or just... doze off. Who would blame them?

[Devastated]

Isabella was dazed, down on her back and could do little but groan out for the moment. Meanwhile Scarlaheart was doing her little signature taunt, followed by a walk over towards the downed frame of the blonde. Isabella was dragged by her leg away from the ropes and towards the center of the squared circle, before Maria stepped up next to the downed blonde and placed that boot on Isabella's impressive bust.

The boot pushed down on her breasts and caused a low gasp to escape between the lips of Isabella. The referee dropped down next to the pair and slapped her hand down against the canvas, starting off the pin count.

"One!....Two!...." The referee managed to get to a two count before Isabella's body suddenly would jerk up and twist to the side, breaking the pin attempt as she got her shoulders up off the canvas.

[Monsy]

Breaking the pin was just. A bad decision.
She looked at the downed Isabella, gave a scoff, then bent over to grab their arm, trying to flatten them back down. Then she stepped over them, putting a leg on either side to reach and grab Isabella’s other arm. With both arms suspended in the air, she pulled, trying to take her just a little off the mat -- then thrust her boot sole against their face, raking it across their cheek. Again. And again. And again.

[Devastated]

Isabella had managed to kick out, but that didn't meant she was out of the woods just yet. She was still reeling a bit, and needed a moment to gather her senses. Scarlaheart though, seemed much too unwilling to provide her with that moment. As she took a hold of the arms of the blonde, gathering them up and pulling her upper-body slightly up from the canvas, then that boot of hers began to rake and scrape across the cheek of the blonde. Again and again, she dragged the sole of her boot against Isabella's cheek!

"Nnngh...!...gh!" Isabella grunted out at each rude and disrespectful attack from Maria. She shifted with her legs a bit against the canvas as she tried to just take the pain for now. Biding her time....

[Monsy]

Easy. Is one way to describe this. She had a rather firm face looking down at them, putting her boot sole across, getting the skin on the edge then pushing it forward. It got boring after a while. Looking down at them, all groany and limp didn’t quite get her itch. But, winning did. So, she tugged the woman to a sitting upright position, where she let go, walked around to their flank and swung her leg across Isabella’s back.

[Devastated]

Isabella clicked her tongue as Maria continued her rude and disrespectful actions. She would keep her eyes on them, especially as she was guided up into a seated position. She had been biding her time, and now that she was pulled up she saw an opportunity! Reaching out, Isabella would try and snap her arms around Scarlaheart's right leg.

The blonde would suddenly rise up to a stand, holding onto that leg and then with a sharp twist of her own body would try and swing Maria by her leg with a vicious dragon screw!

[Monsy]

Things started sucking in a second. She threw it true, then it was hooked, caught like a fish, then yanked on the line. Hop. Hop. Maria scowled. Thinking of an out was just a matter of taking that jump and shooting for the head. Now just… why can’t she bring her body to it…

Fuck..
“F-FAH!” Her limb twisted and the sockets pressed on their edges, screamed, and the little rock inside the ditch began curving on the inside. Then her body followed. Maria smacked her back. The knee was raised and she held it. Lip bit, cheeks puffed, and she hissed, crunching her stomach to bring the knee closer to her head.