Isabella Brandt Vs. Galilea Di Mercurio [D] - A War Reignited

[Devastated]

The tight embrace of the two rivals as they hugged each other close, arms tightening and flexing around the other woman's body as if they were trying to bearhug each other...while fighting to try and bring the other woman down. The struggle continued for a few more seconds, until the blonde used her wits and swept the leg of Galilea and threw her down onto her back with a heavy thud as Isabella landed on top of her old rival. She smirked as her hands now left the hugging grip and instead reached up and grabbed onto Lea's wrists quickly pinning them down onto the canvas!

Isabella huffed out as she stared down at her rival, feeling how the punk-rocker struggled and shifted underneath her. Though the blonde ojou tried to answer her struggles by forcing her weight down against Galilea and sought to make sure that she was firmly pinned! However, Galilea seemed to still have her ring sense about her, as those strong legs of her foe snapped around Isabella's waist! She would wince a bit as she felt the thighs of Galilea flex and she was now locked up with a waist scissor....

"Tch. Fine." Isabella said as she threw a light glare down at her rival. Then a mischievous grin as she would thrust her front down, practically ramming her chest down straight onto Galilea's face as she sought to trap her rival in a breast smother. Forcing her large bosom to engulf the pretty face of Galilea!

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"MRRRPH!"

The wording of Lea's response may have been lost as that heavy bosom landed upon her face, her words vibrating through the plump flesh of her foe's chest... But the meaning certainly wasn't. Muffled as it was, Lea's voice carried a certain vitriol, a certain humiliated rage at the sensation of being buried beneath her hated rival's breasts once more after so long that few could match. And though the years may have washed away the exact memories, if there was anyone who would recognize the feeling of that raging voice vibrating through their chest, it was Isa.

As for Lea, she was currently feeling the weight of Isa's body pressing down upon her, the heat of her breath puffing out against Isa's orbs, becoming trapped against her face, heating her features while simultaneously preventing her from getting a proper breath...

"GRRRRR...!"

And yet, even as she felt the pressure ramping up, felt her breath stifled, she refused to let go of her foe with those crushing legs. Instead, she tried to flare her thighs up and crush in even tighter, hoping to weaken her foe while she figured out a way out from beneath her foe and this... this... insult of a move!

[Devastated]

There was a smug smirk of satisfaction on the blonde's face as she locked her rival into that breast smother. It had been far too long since she had put her feisty foe in this position and it felt quite nostalgic to do so once again. Though her joy at smothering out her old foe was interrupted by Galilea's growls which was followed by the flexing of those thighs and then the increased pressure on Isabella's waist!

"Kgh!..." The Tyrant grunted out, she gnashed her teeth for a moment...but she had an idea! "If..ngh..If you aren't going to behave. Then I'll have to force you, like the good old days. Little Lea." Isabella spoke out through grunts! Pressing her knees down into the canvas, Isabella pushed up to her knees and tried to drag Galilea up with her, releasing the wrists of her rival in the process and aimed to wrap her arms around Galilea's head instead to keep her nice and snug against her bosom.

However, that was only temporary, as Isabella would use her own strong legs to try to rise. Forcing her way up to her feet, and if her rival remained clutched to her with that waist scissor, the blonde would attempt to shift her grip and force Galilea's head in under her right armpit to lock in a Guillotine choke. Carrying her rival a step or two, before she would nod her head then drop down! Attempting to nail her rival with a firm Guillotine drop by driving Galilea down tailbone first into the canvas!

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Was there a term for "bad nostalgia"?

This particular position wasn't just a trip down nostalgia lane for the Tyrant - the Knight Errant found herself sent just as far down memory lane as her foe... Though, what was likely a sunny, warm trip for Isabella felt far colder, wet, and dreary for Galilea. This hold, this feeling of being trapped beneath her idiot rival's big, stupid breasts, feeling her own breath heating up around her face like she had a head cold... Oh, she hadn't felt this kind of rage in a long time.

"GGRRRRH...!"

And yet, despite all her rage, it had been long enough that she couldn't quite manage the moves to break free from her opponent's hold - well, not fast enough at the very least. With another muffled shout, Lea felt herself being lifted up, shifted... The moment that Isa released her wrists, she started throwing fists forth in a wild, frenzied attempt to stop what came next, but soon her head was shifted from those breasts underneath that armpit-

"VAFFANCULO! YOU FUCKING WHORE!" Such vulgarity spewed from her lips as she fought to escape, but soon she felt the air rushing past her as she dropped towards the canvas and-

SLAM!

"KUH-!" With a cough, Lea fell to her side, groaning slightly as her hands immediately swept to cradle her wounded lower back, her tailbone flaring up in pain from the impact.

[Devastated]

Lifting her rival up with the use of her strong core and legs, the blonde hauled the newcomer up in that guillotine carry! She heard the vulgarity spewing wild punk trash and struggle in her grip. She felt those fists hammer into her sides but the blonde continued onward as she then with Galilea hold up took a step forward before she dropped her right on her tailbone!

The impact earned a few sympathy groans from the crowd, as Isabella would watch her rival fall to the side! "Oh, ma stai zitta, piccola stronza." Isabella mockingly retorted to her rival's shouts. "I'm going to give you a bitter taste of nostophobia~ by picking you apart piece by piece, Galilea." She would try to shove Galilea over onto her front as she decided to rise her feet. Raising her elbow up, Isabella chose to drop down and aimed to slam her elbow with a simple elbow drop but aimed it square at that lower back of her rival! She sought to dig and grind her elbow into the base of her rival's spine, to torture her a little.