Isabella Brandt Vs. Heather Sunderland (Apex Qualifier)

[Devastated]

Swinging Heather up and over, driving her down shoulders first into the canvas to leave her folded up in half in such a manner. It brought the crowd to a frenzy, cheers and yells and shouting. They were shocked that Isabella had managed to reverse the breast smother and now taken the lead, and the blonde had no intention of slowing down either. Heather was folded up in her arms and she wanted to continue this....

Isabella would try and roll them over onto their knees, leaning against Heather as she pressed her bust into Heather's back. She'd place her head next to Heather and rested her chin against Heather's shoulders. " Let's take you for a final ride..." Isabella whispered into Heather's ear, as she then tried to guide them up to their feet, quickly spinning Heather around to face her where Isabella would try and ram her arm into Heather's chin for a European Uppercut, trying to leave Heather dazed on her feet.

[TiefBlau]

Heather was nearly just--out of it at this point, a visible gulp appearing in her throat as she was rolled with her, the sensation of her soft chest smooshing at her back earning just--a slight bit of a blush on Heather's face again. She took a deep breath in and out, her heart pounding and racing like crazy still, the whisper sending shivers and shudders through her body. "Nngh...C-can't I stay behind for this one---" She let out a little flustered laugh at her own words--this 'ride' definitely about to send them right to the end.

Heather stumbles a little as she was steadily brought to her feet again. She brought her hands up to desperately try to pull herself away, but that European uppercut slammed right into her chin, rocking her mind hard! She stumbles back a little, leaving her full and vulnerable for Isabella to finish her off.

[Devastated]

Heather's response only earned a soft chuckle from Isabella as she guided her rival up. She had Heather right where she wanted her, and she was about to go through with her plan. Getting Heather up to her feet and facing the blonde, she smacked that arm of hers right into Heather's chin and rocked her senses with a classic European Uppercut.

She watched Heather stumble, dazed as she was the purple haired girl made for easy pickings. She would grab at Heather's arm, pulling her towards her as the blonde ducked down. Trying to hoist Heather onto her shoulders and up for a Fireman's carry! A confident smile on her face as she spin around and then threw Heather's legs up and over, guiding her down towards the canvas as she would throw Heather down, and bring her own weight on top of Heather.

Trying to nail to the canvas with her Fireman's Carry jackhammer finisher - Balmung

Spoiler

[TiefBlau]

Heather's head was rocked with that uppercut, leaving her completely vulnerable for Isabella's followup! She stumbles around just slightly--trying to control herself--but it just wasn't about to happen. She was pulled right in by her arm--pulled and pried right onto Isabella's shoulders and into that fireman's carry! A little yelp came from her mouth, squirming around atop her shoulders--led right into the girl's finisher.

She was dropped hard, slammed right down onto the canvas, shaking the ring with the impact of that driving finisher of Isabella's. A bit of spittle shot from her mouth, her eyes widening large before she finally just--totally sprawled on her back. She was pretty much out of it, taken a huge amount of damage from the hit, the arena just..spinning around her in her sights.

[Devastated]

Driving Heather down into the canvas with her finisher Balmung, had the crowd cheering out. Seeing such a high impact move as a fair share of the crowd was certain that the match was over. Isabella nodded confidently to herself as she laid across Heather chest for a second or two, normally she would have reached for Heather's leg and hooked it to go for a standard pin....but, not this time.

A slightly mischevious smirk appeared on Isabella's face as she would push up to her knees and then swing her lower body around. Moving over Heather's head and planting her shapely rear firmly onto her rival's face. Isabella would reach forward and place her left hand down on Heather's chest, pinning her down while grabbing one of Heather's tits.

"Count." Isabella cocky commanded of the referee who would move in and see if Heather's shoulder's were pinned. She'd slap her hand down and proceed with the pin count. " ONE!..."

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[TiefBlau]

Heather took deep breaths in and out, her eyes just--staring up at the lights--until seeing those lights being suddenly blocked. That thick, round butt of ISabella's just--plopped right down onto her face, smothering her deeply between her cheeks. Heather could only let out little muffled whines and whimpers into her butt, accompanied by a little moan from the grabbing at her chest.

"M-mhmpmh--mmmhpmh--" She whimpers out a little more into her rear, her legs only writhing around just a bit along the canvas as the referee got down to make the count fully.

"TWO!" Heather could do nothing to prevent it--her whole world just--surrounded by Isabella's ass as her eyes were firmly shut, her face burning up a deep red at the humiliating way she was pinned.

[Devastated]

Isabella enjoyed the sensation of Heather moaning underneath her, trapped under her butt as she pinned her in this humiliating manner. The crowd certainly loved it, as they cheered and shouted for the sight. Isabella chose to rub her shapely rear down a bit more firmly onto Heather's face to make sure that her rival knew that she was beaten.

The referee raised her hand for the third time and slapped it down harder on the canvas, shouting out loudly "Three!...." followed by them moving up to their feet and shouting out. "Ring the bell!" at the referee's command the bell was rung and Isabella was declared the winner. She remained on top of Heather for a couple of second, giving her tit a firm squeeze before pushing up off of her.

Standing tall over Heather's frame as her arm was raised. Isabella would look down at Heather, she'd lick her lips and then nod her head. Having decided that Heather qualified for what she had planned next. She'd squat down next to Heather and grab Heather by her chin, trying to pull Heather up to a seated position. " You're coming with me, Heather Sunderland. I'm claiming you for the night."

[TiefBlau]

Heather was totally sprawled on her feet, defeated fully and pinned on her back by Isabella's facesit hold. She could only let out little whimpers as Isabella squeezed at her chest a little more--before she finally got up and off of her. Her chest was rising and falling dramatically when she was finally able to breath. eyes up at the lights before she was suddenly pulled up to a seated position.

"N-nh..h..hah? W-what are you on about? I-I...Y-you can't just--claim me--" She let out, though she wasn't exactly in a state to refuse her at the moment, her head pounding and spinning still, blushing quite a bit.

[Devastated]

Pulling Heather up to a seated position, Isabella kept her hold on Heather' chin even as Heather spoke back to her. Isabella would smile at her rival and lean in close, invading Heather's personal space as sh got their lips just an inch away from touching one another.

"Unfortunately for you, as the loser...you've lost the right to refuse." Isabella would let out as she would then stand up and pull Heather up with her, trying to guide them out of the ring and then pull Heather up onto her shoulders for a fireman's carry. Letting out a soft groan as carrying Heather after their hard-fought match was not an easy task...though she refused to show weakness now. Looking to carry Heather off with her as her prize for her victory.

[TiefBlau]

Heather grit her teeth just slightly, trying to not show the weakness as much as she could..but with her just--leaning in close like this--it was sending shivers and shudders through her mind. Her words made her gulp hard, trying to t hink of what to say--before ISabella pulled her right up.

She was made to head out of the ring with ISabella, her heart pounding and racing with the girl just--carrying her up on her shoulders. She bit her lip hard, unable to do much as she led her off--fully claimed by the girl.

Winner by Pinfall: Isabella Brandt