Isabella Astley vs Marc Karlsen - Dare To Be Bold

[Deus001]

Isabella's heart was called many things, cold being chief amongst them. But sometimes, in a situation like this where she could punish some stupid fool for daring to get in the ring with her? Yeah this could bring a rare smile to the most loyal one as she felt her boot grind into Marc's back and saw how he writhed in despair at her control. Isabella stomped into his spine a few more times for good measure.

"Yeah, that's it. Know your place worm. Feel that sense of dread in your brain? That's all you'll feel before I put your lights out." Isabella muttered as she gave him one more stomp just because she felt like it, thinking that Marc had been subdued enough Isabella would then punt him in the side to try and get him laying on his back looking up at the lights. And then attempted to leap across him and onto and off the middle rope in order to splash right on him with a swift and nimble looking Lionsault!

[Rougue]

Marc groaned every time Isabelle stomped down onto his spine. He could barely take it and he couldn't even move out of the way of her attack at this point. He felt pretty good as the white haired woman stopped to stomp down on his back. As he rolled on his back it felt like the pain doubled. He wiggled and cried out in agony, as his back felt like it could break.

He then made a final cry in pain as Isabelle did a lionsault on him. He would continue to groan afterwards, but couldn't do anything else at that point. His body was to tired and bruised from the woman and he was nothing more than a ragdoll for her now.

[Deus001]

Isabella was feeling something now. Her anger bubbling up and just as it so happened she had a newly minted ragdoll to break apart and take it out on. Isabella hissed to herself in satisfaction at crushing her opponent's hopes and dreams, as he lay there groaning and weak the most loyal one decided that it was time to end this and send this worm to where he belonged. Right to the shadow realm.

The white haired harlot would mutter "Its time to say goodbye......." and she'd lean down and grab Marc by the hair and forced him to stand up, then Isabella would bodily toss Marc towards the ropes and as she saw him hopefully rebound off Isabella busted out into a cartwheel and flipped into a forward roll koppu kick as her right leg shot forward to try and collide her heel right into his forehead or jaw. A knockout blow that she called Head Of Service!

[Rougue]

It wasn't like Marc could do anything at this point. His body felt weak. Isabella really did a number on him as he just lay at the ring, barely able to move at all. He had pain in places he didn't know he could feel pain and even thinking about moving was to much for him. To his misfortune however, the white haired woman was not done yet.

Marc couldn't defend against her anymore and he didn't perceive much that was happening to him until he got kicked on the head. He would just groan in pain and fall down on the ground, exhausted and unconscious. While he was motionless on the ground the referee would go check on him and see that Marc could not move anymore. And so he would call the match.

[Deus001]

That was it, the blow rocked Marc's brain and turned off his lights. It was clear from the front row, clear even all the way back in the highest rows. It was clear, this match was over. The most loyal one rolled forward after landing her finisher, hand on one knee and the other palm pressed against the canvas as she bore a cold, steely expression. It was as if Isabella had come in with intent to commit murder, or at the very least send someone to the shadow realm.

The ref checked, but it was a mere formality. Isabella wordlessly stood up and hiked up the back of her leotard to expose the entirety of her perfect rear end. One that hurt to look away from and many desired. Marc would be used as a statement, many would think he was one lucky bastard but he was out and wouldn't be able to experience this.

Wordlessly Isabella would just casually seat her powerful rear end on Marc's face in a reverse facesit, arms folded with that same cold expression on her features. Many in the crowd wished to be in Marc's spot, but alas none would be lucky as Isabella made a statement here tonight. She thought of other things, like how she'd need to be at the mansion soon to oversee it. Because only she had what it took.......

Winner - Isabella Astley