Isabella Brandt Vs. Heather Sunderland (Apex Qualifier)

[Devastated]

Isabella groaned out as she remained on her back, arching her shoulders off the canvas just a bit to try and deal with the sudden pain. Though she didn't have to do that for very long, as Heather reached down and took a hold of her blonde hair, hissing out just slightly under her breath, Isabella was pulled up into a seated position. She heard Heather's comment and would simply click her tongue in response...

Next those arms of hers were grabbed and the legs of Heather's snapped up around them. Feeling those boots of Heather's against the back of her head as she was locked int a lotus lock. " Grrgh....!" Isabella growled out in pain through gritted teeth as her shoulder blades were pushed together. She banged her right heel down against the canvas as she would shift from left to right, trying to find a position that would be less painful as she would try and figure out a way out of this hold.

[TiefBlau]

Heather held on as tightly as she could, not wanting to give any leeway in this hold even for a second. She bounces her hips up and down a little to rock her head and upperbody back and forth, trying to keep her body guessing just when the pressure and pain was gonna hit. She wasn't a submission specialist, but she did have one or two holds that she focused on like this one. She gripped--pushed--and pulled as hard as she could, biting her lip hard as she tried to ride out Isabella's struggles as much she could.

"Ha--nnh--J-just--give up on it! You should just..tap right now..nnh--I-I've got you right where I want you and I don't plan on letting go anytime soon!!" She nearly yelled out, desperate to at least weaken Isabella as much as she could here!

[Devastated]

Clicking her tongue as she had to listen to Heather's words, the pain of the hold not letting up one bit. Isabella could only endure. After all she had pulled them over closer towards the center of the ring before and now she was paying the price for that. Shaking her head a little, the blonde would let out a frustrated and pained grunt.

"T-this...is not nearly enough to...f-force me to submit!..." Isabella let out, gritting her teeth as she figured out a way to potentially escape from Heather's hold. She would place her soles down against the canvas and using her own leg strength she tried to push upwards and back, trying to force Heather down onto her shoulder's and lean over her, aiming to go for a pin attempt on Heather in an attempt to coax her to release the hold.

[TiefBlau]

Heather's eyes widened as her body was steadily pushed backwards, the two of them just--steadily angling until her shoulders ended up firmly pinned on the mat. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the reverberations of the referee sliding into position and starting the count--her submission hold being turned right into a pinning position reversed on her by Isabella!

"1!!...2!!"

Heather frantically released the hold, pushing herself up and out as she rolls to the side. she clicks her tongue in frustration, having had that hold turned on her in such a way..and she still wasn't even fully recovered from earlier. She just grumbled under her breath, moving to try to get to the ropes and pull herself up to her feet.

[Devastated]

Pushing the pair backwards, Isabella was able to bring Heather's shoulder's down against the canvas and the referee slid in next to them. The count began though it wasn't going to be an easy win for Isabella. As Heather panicked and kicked out before the third count, releasing the arms of Isabella as the blonde would roll away in the opposite direction of Heather.

Pushing herself up to her knees, Isabella would stretch out her arms and shoulders a bit. She threw a quick glare towards Heather and then began to push herself up to her feet. " You're going to have to try harder than that if you want to win this. Heather Sunderland." Isabella commented, rolling her shoulders a bit as she stood up straight and then gestured for Heather to come at her. Dropping into a grappling stance as she would inch her way towards the center of the ring.

[TiefBlau]

Heather took a deep breath in and out, all of the match from up to now just building up like crazy--feeling like her body was incredibly heavy at the moment. She shook her head just a little, clenching her fists as she got up close to the center of the ring, eyeing Isabella fully. "Tch..Well I'm not..about to stop now, so you can see just how hard I can try!!"

She pushed in towards Isabella, just--shoving her body against her, attempting to shove her back so she could unbalance her a little. She wanted to distract her with that before attempting to ram the toe of her boot up into Isabella's gut!

[Devastated]

Isabella would watch as Heather moved up to meet her in the center of the ring. She narrowed her eyes and was ready to grapple with her rival, and as Heather moved in, the blonde went for a grapple! Though she wasn't met with one, instead Heather grabbed at her and shoved! Forcing the Isabella to stumble back a step...which was all Heather needed to ram her boot into the gut of the blonde!

"Guh!" Isabella gasped out! She coughed and hunched forward, her arms wrapped around her midsection as she was doubled over in front of Heather.

[TiefBlau]

Heather grins as she was able to hit that little combination of blows on Isabella, seeing the girl double over in front of her. She knew that she needed to keep on her as much as possible--if she gave her just a little bit of space, Heather was worried the blonde would turn this match completely around on her. A deep breath came in and out of her mouth as turned herself around and gripped her head under her arm, narrowing her eyes.

She held tightly around that head, pulling her along as tightly as she could, trying to just run forward and leap. She was attempting to drive her face hard into the canvas with a running bulldog!!

[Devastated]

Doubled over in front of Heather wasn't exactly the kind of position that Isabella wanted to find herself in. Though that was currently what her state was, she grunted out as she felt Heather's arm wrap around her head and pulled her right in towards the purple haired fighter. She felt her cheek press against Heather's side, slightly rubbing against her rival's side boob.

Isabella was forced to run as Heather began to pick up speed. She was then pulled along and brought down into the canvas face first with that running bulldog. "Nnrgh!" Isabella cried out through gritted teeth as her body fell somewhat limp, rolling over onto her side and then over onto her back, arms slightly spread out at either side.

[TiefBlau]

Heather grunt out loudly as the two of them hit the mat, Heather able to drop her hard onto her face, slamming it right into the mat with a heavy bulldog! She grit her teeth hard, arching her body just slightly before rolling onto her hands and knees, seeing her rolling onto her back. She just nod her head, gritting her teeth and shifting herself upwards.

"S-stay down.." She let out, crawling fully over to Isabella, moving to take her arms, trying to slide them upwards over her head. She shuffled her body forward a little more, trying to just drop her chest firmly right down onto her face from above her, facing her legs, gripping her arms as firmly as she could if she could manage to get into this position!