Isabella Brandt Vs. Heather Sunderland (Apex Qualifier)

[Devastated]

On her back, Isabella would groan out as she slowly opened her eyes just slightly enough for the piercing lights of the arena ceiling to hit her irises. She was forced to shut her eyes to allay the pounding in her head after that bulldog. She would hear Heather's words as she felt the purple haired wrestler crawl on top of her. Her arms were gripped by her wrists and they were slid over her head as Heather pushed her chest down onto her face.

"Mmph..." Isabella groaned out as felt the the soft bosom of Heather's nuzzle her facial features. Her legs would slide and shift a bit, trying to find some sort of footing by instinct. She rocked slightly from left to right, something which started to pick up more and more as her situation became more clear to her!

"Mmphgph!!" Isabella protested louder this time, muffled protests against Heather's breasts as she would start to buck and struggle, trying to push and shove Heather off of her.

[TiefBlau]

Heather gripped her arms as tightly as she could, a deep breath in and out of her mouth, just rubbing her chest down nice and firmly into her face. She was trying her best to just--get enough of her nice and weakened beneath her in t his smother hold she could. She was sure it was just--a matter of time before this match was heading to the ending--and this was the perfect way to have it in the advantage.

"Nnnhg---haah--s-stay right there--k..keep wasting your strength struggling even..J-just a little bit until you're mine!" She let out with her muffled protests that she was letting out. She struggled with her to try and keep those arms under control as much as she could, though with her bucking and struggling--Heather's grip was slipping.

"Tch..Get..J-just--calm down!!"

[Devastated]

Isabella struggled and twisted underneath Heather, as her rival kept her pressed down against the canvas, those breasts of hers trapping the blonde in a humiliating breast smother. She could feel her lungs starting to dry up, and Heather was doing an efficient job in weakening Isabella. She released muffled groans and moans of protests into Heather's pair....

The blonde knew she needed to do something and quick. She could keep struggling and hope to buck Heather off...but Isabella had something else in mind. Her legs were free and she intended to make use of them. Placing her soles flat against the canvas, Isabella would archer her lower body up and do a half-bridge! Getting some leverage behind her, as she would then suddenly try and do a sharp twist and roll to the right! Trying to roll the pair of them over and leave her on top of Heather, pressing her chest down on Heather's face to lock in a breast smother of her own.

Quickly Isabella tried to jerk her hands free from Heather's grip and sought to grip onto her rival's limbs instead to pin her down. " Bwuah!....Hah...fphw...my turn~..."

[TiefBlau]

Heather squirms and writhes with her, trying to press and push her chest into her face as firmly as she could. She wriggles left and right, desperately holding onto her arms and pressing down on her to try and stop her attempts at pushing her off! Her legs squirmed along the canvas beneath her, a deep breath coming in and out of her mouth in her struggles.

She kept fighting with her--all the way up until feeling that sudden twist--her pushing just--thrusting and rolling the two of them! Her eyes widen as she was rolled right over, forced onto her back suddenly, their positions entirely reversed and Isabella's sizable breasts pressing right down into her face!! "Mmmgph?!! mmmhp!! M-mmnhh!!" She let out loud muffled whines and whimpers up into her chest--her arms pinned firmly to the mat, feeling the whole situation turned around entirely!

[Devastated]

Rolling the two of them over, Isabella took a grip of Heather's arms and forced them down against the canvas over her head. The blonde smiled and huffed out, as she pressed her sizable breasts down onto Heather's face and locked in a breast smother of her own. She would spread out her legs a bit and give her a more secure position on top of her rival.

Isabella turned her head to the side and rested it against Heather's chest as she pressed down on Heather. " Come on now...go to sleep my dear. Unless you can think you can actually break free. If so...by all means." Isabella mocked as she would rub her breasts down against Heather's face in a taunting manner. She tried to make sure that Heather wasn't going anywhere, but she was still recovering from Heather's smother....trying to catch her breath.

[TiefBlau]

Heather groans out loudly as Isabella's breasts were just covering and engulfing her face--really turning her strategy completely on her here. She gulps visibly, her heart feeling like it was near about to burst from her chest--the softness and heat just..covering her senses fully as her hips slid and squirmed all over the place. Her muffled whines and whimpers kept pressing and vibrating up against her chest.

She grumbles out as she heard Isabella's mocking, her hands pressing and pushing up as much as she could--but she felt herself steadily fading at the moment. She was just--desperate to push and struggle, not wanting to pass out to her smother like this!!

[Devastated]

Isabella struggled with Heather, keeping her purple haired rival pinned down. The blonde could feel Heather's breath, making her breasts slightly moist, she'd worked up a bit of a sweat in this match though so potentially that served as more of a reason. Still, she had Heather trapped in the breast smother and would keep her rival pinned down, as Heather would writhe and struggle, Isabella tried to move in accordance to stay dominant on top of her rival.

Slowly she was feeling those struggles of Heather become more desperate. Clicking her tongue, Isabella would try and force her weight down further onto Heather and keep them glued to the canvas. " You're gonna have to work harder than that...my dear~" Isabella cooed out, the nice feeling of heather's whines and whimpers vibrating against her breast, caused the blonde to have an every so faint blush on her cheeks.

[TiefBlau]

Heather squirms and wriggles all over, arching and squirming around on her back--a struggle that was getting steadily weaker and weaker. She gulps hard against her chest, whimpering and whining out into those lovely, heavy breasts of hers--kept nice and firmly on her back even with all that she was doing. She let out another muffled groan as she pressed even more firmly, planting her moreso on her back as she said those words.

"M-mgmnphh--mmpnhhh--" She was fading little by little, her eyes fluttering, her whole world just surrounded by ISabella's chest. She was keeping up her pushes for as long as she could..but she wasn't sure how much longer that would be--feeling herself slipping like crazy.

[Devastated]

Isabella tried to ride out all of Heather's struggle as best as she could, while Heather might be slowly growing weaker and weaker...Isabella wasn't sure if she could keep her down throughout the whole smother. If she could actually get Heather to be knocked out by smother and pick up the win that way. The blonde started to weigh her options...

Heather's pushing and twisting would soon pay off though, as Isabella chose to push herself up to her knees. Raising her chest off of Heather's face, though she kept her grip on Heather's wrists, Isabella would rise up to her feet and pull Heather up as well, so that she was facing away from her. The blonde then released Heather's wrists and instead sought to snap her arms around the waist of her rival. Suddenly popping her hips, Isabella would try and lift Heather and throw them both backwards for a quick German suplex! Trying to daze and soften Heather up further.

[TiefBlau]

Heather took a deep breath in and out as she suddenly felt Isabella push herself up onto her knees. The air was just--flowing finally back into her lungs, causing her chest to rise and fall dramatically as her head was just--pounding and spinning. She was sprawled out onto her back all the way until Isabella steadily lift her upwards. She wanted to protest, but she was at the moment barely able to keep on her feet at this point.

Her eyes widened as she suddenly got fully behind her--those arms wrapped around her waist. She tried desperately to push at Isabella's arms, but it was getting her nowhere. She was lift right up and off her feet, her heart skipping a beat as she was dropped down hard on her upper back! Her body folded hard upon impact, scrunching up quite a bit--leaving her sprawled out again if ISabella released her! "A-aguuh--haah--"