Isabella Brandt Vs. Oishi Momoe (D) - Apex Qualifier Match

[Devastated]

Isabella's back wasn't feeling too good after that vertical suplex but in a few moments she could probably get over it. Right now though she to take a minute to gather herself. Not that Oishi was going to let her, as her fellow blonde wrestler decided to take a hold of her arms and guide her up to a seated position. The arms of Oishi went around her head and she was locked into a tight seated headlock.

"Nngh..." The Veronan grunted out, as she would begin to struggle. Shifting and twisting left to right in Oishi's hold. Not wanting to let Oishi keep her locked in for too long. Isabella would start to push herself up, using her legs to try and pull them up towards their feet, one foot at a time! Once up...Isabella would try and throw her right arm backwards and hammer her elbow into Oishi's ribs over and over. Looking to force the Oishi to release her.

[TiefBlau]

Oishi pulled roughly in the headlock, arching back to squeeze and yank at her head, wanting to deal as much pressure and damage to her head as she could in this little seated position they were in. She felt her twisting and shifting in her struggles, Oishi sliding her foot in a little to start--pushing herself up and pulling the girl up with her all the while.

It seemed just as she was doing that, Isabella had the same idea..making it a little easier for Oishi to do so..though she felt her finally just--starting to throw that arm for those elbows. She grunt out loudly, wincing hard as she clenched her fists tightly, releasing the headlock finally to try and shift into something else. "Ngh..relax with the hits!" She let out, trying to push and wrap her arms tightly around her, wanting to lock her in a firm bearhug instead!

[Devastated]

Isabella hammered her elbow into Oishi's side, hoping to free herself from the headlock as she struggled up to her feet. She did get what she wanted, as Oishi released the headlock and then spun her around. Taken by surprise by the sudden shift she was scooped up in Oishi's arms. Locked into a tight bearhug as her chest mashed against Oishi's.

"Nngh..." Isabella grunted as she was trapped in that firm and powerful bearhug. She would begin to squirm. Trying to bring her hands to Oishi's shoulders and push as she tried to make it all the more difficult for Oishi's arms to crush her in the bearhug.

[TiefBlau]

Oishi was quite enjoying the full position she had over Isabella at this point, a deep breath coming in and out of her mouth, wiggling left and right to squeeze her as tightly as she could. Their sizable chests smooshed and flattened completely against eachother, making her heart pound and race harder and harder in the pressure and excitement, nearly chewing down on her bottom lip.

"Ahh is this good? Nngh..I hope the hold is strong enough to impress!" She let out with a nod, arching her body a little to try and lift her fully up off her feet, wanting to make sure she was squeezing as tightly as she could.

[Devastated]

Isabella squirmed in Oishi's hold, struggling as she placed her hands on her blonde foe's shoulders. Trying to push and pry her way free. Though at the moment Oishi had a rather commanding grip of her. Isabella would grunt out and shake her head as Oishi choose to lift her up fully off of her feet, holding her up in the air. A low moan of pain escaped from the Veronan wrestler.

"Gh...N-not yet....not enough..." Isabella answered through labored breaths as she tried to kick her legs and tried to somehow bring herself back down to her free. She would move one hand to Oishi's face to push against it as she tried to make the hold awkward for Oishi, as her other hand kept pushing on Oishi's shoulder to try and create some more space for herself and ease up the pain of the bearhug which was causing her more than enough discomfort at the moment.

[TiefBlau]

Oishi was doing her best to keep hold of her, her feet sliding along the mat just a bit with her keeping up her struggles. She took a deep breath in and out, narrowing her eyes all the while..until feeling her start pushing right at her face! The feeling pushed her head back, earning little grumbles and groans from the girl, disorienting her a little.

She could only keep that full strength up for a little longer, the whole pushing from up until now adding up and getting to her, her hold loosening more and more by the second, giving Isabella a nice amount of space to start slipping out.

[Devastated]

Half of the crowd was cheering and chanting for Oishi to crush Isabella and the other half were giving their support for the Flame Tyrant to break free from the painful looking bearhug she was locked in. Slowly but surely though her struggles were paying off and Oishi's grip was slipping little by little. Isabella knew this, she could feel it and she was already forming her plan for a counter-attack!

As enough space had been gained...Isabella would try and swing her leg up and smash her knee into Oishi's hip, trying to cause the whole bearhug to fall apart before stepping back a step further. Holding onto Oishi's shoulder still to steady the fellow blonde, Isabella would try and throw her knee up again, this time right into that belly of Oishi's.

She hoped to leave Oishi doubled over and out of breath. Then quickly turning around to grab at that head and try and Oishi's body over her shoulder for a snapmare! Trying to throw her down straight onto her butt! Isabella would then try and throw a shoot kick straight across that back of Oishi to keep her softened up.

[TiefBlau]

Oishi was trying her best to hold on, her arms straining as she squeezed--but she was indeed starting to slip and loosen up bit by bit. She gulped down hard, shaking her head just a little--before feeling that leg suddenly shoot up. That knee slammed into her hip, making her stumble to the side, her arms finally fully coming apart, leaving Isabella free from the bearhug.

She shook her head, trying to readjust herself, but another knee slammed irght into her gut. The impact rocked her and stopped her offensive in her tracks, making her get lift up off her feet and onto her butt with that snapmare..accompanied by that sharp pain straight to her back. She clenches her fists tightly, taking a sharp breath through her teeth as her body arched roughly, the pain pulsing through her from the hit.

[Devastated]

Breaking free from Oishi's bearhug was only the first part of Isabella's plan! Next she had to keep things aggressive if she wanted to get a chance to fight her way back into this match. She proceeded to slam her knee up into the fellow blonde's belly and get her stunned for a moment. A moment which Isabella needed to then throw Oishi over her shoulder and down onto her plump rear for that snapmare! Where Isabella chose to add a bit of pain to the move by cracking her leg across that back like a whip.

Looking on at her handiwork for a moment or two, Isabella would let out a soft groan. That bearhug had been no joke, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from paying Oishi back. Running towards the ropes, she would go for a full sprint past Oishi and bounce off of the ropes. Making her way back to Oishi at full speed as she would try and go for a basement dropkick right into Oishi's generous rack!

[TiefBlau]

Oishi shook her head a little as she was just sitting up to readjust herself, her nice advantage she had completely slipped away with the little counter that Isabella gave her. She curses out under her breath before her eyes widen as she was coming straight towards her. That kick to her back had distracted her enough for that dropkick to collide right with her chest, knocking a good amount of air from her body as her breasts were crushed in with the hit. She was knocked onto her back before rolling onto her side, holding her chest from the pain.

Her legs kicked around a little as she was just--trying to catch her breath, taking sharp intakes through her clenched teeth. She was put in quite the vulnerable position for he girl, unable to regain herself in time to get on guard. Her head was spinning a little from that rough jolting, clenching her fists tightly.