Isabella Brandt Vs. Heather Sunderland (Apex Qualifier)

[Devastated]

Driving her knees right into Heather's abs, she heard the loud cough from her rival. Leaving her breathless was just what the blonde intended to do after all. Heather was fully sprawled out on her back underneath her, and she felt how she was trying to pull her hands free from Isabella. The blonde smirked and tried to pin Heather down firmly and deny her freedom.

Isabella would then suddenly try and lean down. Trying to force her chest down against Heather's face as she sought to tease and bully her opponent a bit. Aiming to place her generous bust over Heather's face and go for a breast smother. Sliding her legs down and trying to snake them around Heather's legs as she tried to claim full control of Heather with a fullbody pin and grapevine.

[TiefBlau]

Heather squirms and wriggles a bunch beneath Isabella after those knees, desperately trying to pull herself away from underneath her. She arched to try to..somehow break herself free..before seeing those breasts coming down over her face!! She did her best to just turn her head to the side, trying to stop Isabella from fully locking her in that smother hold..knowing how much those things got to her.

"Nnghk!! N-not gonna happen!!" She let out, arching and wriggling as her legs were caught up fully in her legs, trapped in that grapevine hold completely. She grit her teeth fully, taking as much of deep breaths as she could with her head turned to the side and Isabella's breasts pressed against her cheek--breathing in that little window she had!

[Devastated]

Isabella had decided to perform a bit of a head-game tactic of a move. Placing herself on top of Heather, locking her limbs down. Trapping Heather's hands and pinning them against the canvas, after which she then snaked her legs around Heather's. The blonde would spread Heather's legs out as she tried to lock in a firm grapevine on her opponent. All the while she placed her generous rack right down against Heather's face.

She felt Heather turn her head to stop the breast smother from fully engulfing her face. Isabella would click her tongue as she felt Heather wiggle in her hold. The blonde would continue to try and trap Heather in that breast smother, shifting with her upperbody to try and catch the purple haired girl in between her generous bosom.

" We'll see about that..!"

[TiefBlau]

Heather groans and whines out, arching in her attempts to stop what was going on--but finally--with Isabella locking her legs--and her moving her upperbody, Heather's head was finally pushed upwards, her face just stuffed deep in that sizable chest of hers, her breasts smooshing all over her features! Her body twists and turns, muffled whines and whimpers pushing up against the girl's chest all the while.

"Mmhpmn!! mmhpn!!" Her hips slid all over the place, shivers and shudders running all through her body as she struggled as much she could, her body arching and squirming as she was desperately trying to turn the two of them around, her face just--burning up quite the deep red at that smother hold t hat she already felt draining her!

[Devastated]

With a bit of effort, Isabella's words became true. As she managed to trap the struggling Heather's face within the confines of her breasts. Locking in that breast smother as she suddenly rammed her chest down to really trap Heather firmly within the smother! The crowd let out cheers and catcalls at the sight of the blonde babe smothering her rival.

She heard the muffled protests of her opponent and it only served to spur Isabella on. She would try and spread Heather's legs out wider in the grapevine to cause her more strife and pain. " It seems you're trapped, Heather Sunderland. Do you wish to submit?" Isabella would cockily question her foe. Though Heather's rather wild struggles that came was proving to be a hassle, it was difficult to keep her locked into this position with how much she was struggle, forcing Isabella to weigh her option of abandoning the hold or not.

As she was weighing those options though, Heather surprised her! The purple haired girl suddenly bucked with enough force to tip them right over! Ending up with Heather on top of her, Isabella let out a gasp in surprise. "Tch!" She loudly clicked her tongue, she unwrapped her legs from Heather's and tried to shove and kick her foe off of her.

[TiefBlau]

Heather felt those breasts just forming fully over her face, surrounding every little inch of her features no matter where she tried to move her face at this point! She was blushing wildly at both the sensations of softness and heat--as well as the crowd clearly loving every little bit of her being smothered like t his. She nearly growled into Isabella's chest, feeling her legs being spread more and more--not giving up even a second on her struggles!

She thrust herself all over, rocking and rolling her body as she desperately t ried to make her loosen the hold. She was..expending lots of energy at the moment, but it was better than letting her own inner urges overwhelm her and melt into this smother she was being trapped in. Finally, her work paid off, Heather ending up on top of Isabella even with her rolls!

"Gu--haah!!" She gasped for air, feeling Isabella pushing at her right afterwards with those legs unwrapped. She grit her teeth, struggling to take control, pushing at Isabella's arms before she hopped her body upwards. She just tried to slam her hips down on the girl's abdomen, attempting to stop her and slow her for at least temporarily!

[Devastated]

Heather had certainly surprised Isabella, as she had managed to buck up and take the top spot. She wasn't about to allow Heather to keep it though. As she quickly tried to shove Heather off of her. What Isabella hadn't counted on was Heather firing right back at her. She hadn't anticipated Heather to have the wherewithal to counter-attack right away and that had cost her.

Her foe drove her hip right into the blonde's midsection the second that the blonde released those legs and tried to shove Heather off of her. Air rushed out of Isabella's lungs as she coughed out, her arms pinned down by Heather now, as she would writhe a bit underneath the frame of her rival.

[TiefBlau]

Heather pushes a smirk full on her face as she managed to get a bit of an advantage in the match. She took a deep breath in and out, shaking it off as much as he could with all that had built up until now. She slipped herself upwards just a little more, pushing at Isabella's arms and getting them nice and trapped hard as she kept herself in place.

"Nnh--haah--alright..now..get...right here.." She let out, reaching down to grip at Isabella's hair firmly to pull her head up between her thighs. She tried to grip as firmly as she could, rolling the two of them onto their sides, wanting to lock Isabella into a tight side headscissor hold!

[Devastated]

Isabella coughed out a bit underneath Heather, shaking her head a bit as Heather pinned her down firmly against the canvas. She didn't know what Heather was planning, as the purple haired girl started to move up and then grabbed a firm hold of her blonde locks. Hissing out a bit as she was guided by them, forcing her head in between Heather's thighs.

Those legs locked firmly around her head as then Heather rolled them over onto their side. " Nngh..." Isabella groaned as those legs began to squeeze tightly on her head. Isabella would grab at Heather's legs, trying to pry them off of her, as she kicked and struggled within Heather's tight grasp.

[TiefBlau]

Heather snickers just a little, arching as she squeezed as tightly as she could, finally getting a nice position to really do some damage to Isabella. She twist and turned her body to just--do her best to wrench the head of hers all over the place, keeping up that strong hold that she had on. If she could just..keep this up and weaken her little by little, she might be able to steadily gain full advantage here.

"Nh..Haah--Not the best position to get yourself caught in your know! S-some would say I've got some of the strongest legs in the league" She said with a wide smirk on her face, pressing her hand against the mat to just lift her hips up a little, ramping up the pressure more and more.