Isabella Astley vs Marc Karlsen - Dare To Be Bold

[Deus001]

Marc was in it now, Isabella wasn't giving him any slack here in this match if her explosive offence was anything to go by. The Most Loyal One didn't bother with giving her opponents virtually any leeway, not unless Courtenay demanded it of her for the sake of the crowd's entertainment. However without the Machiavellian Queen holding Isa's verbal leash it was safe to say that Ms Astley was intent on trying to just unleash whatever anger she had tucked away in that white haired head of hers, if anything though some people might indeed actually be envious of Marc's place right now though~

As it stood though him retreating to the ropes wasn't a bad call per se, the interactions there could actually have the ref get involved. But Isabella took rules as a rough guideline unless it was to make sure the mansion was in tip top shape, if Marc thought she'd backing away from him there he had another thing coming as Isabella began to rise up after her acrobatic display there at his expense.

The white haired maiden would calmly strut towards Marc, her heels clicking against the mat as she kept a neutrally focused expression as she'd proceed to just try and smack her leg into his sides there. "Hmmmm......are you even trying?........." Isabella muttered out, though eventually the ref would step in and prompt Isabella to finally back away and give Marc a slight reprieve there!

[Rougue]

Marc managed to retreat back to the ropes. One safe place in the ring at least. The white haired woman was really giving her a beating. He was enjoying some of it, he admitted to himself. However, that he was not able to do much so far against the woman was getting to his ego a lot. He knew that he was less experienced than the other one, but getting treated like a ragdoll was not on his mind.

He could hear Isabella approach him but Marc was one the ropes so he was safe or at least he thought he is. He took some breathers and got all of a sudden hit on his side.
"Ahh!"
He cried out in surprise and pain, his hands going to his wounded side as he would go low with his legs, almost kneeing on the ground. For someone like Marc, this kick was dangerous and he was glad that the referre put Isa away from him.

Since Marc was apparently less safe on the ropes he would attempt to get back up and turn around at his opponent. He would try his best to swallow down the pain on his side.
"I just don't want to hurt you that is all. hehe."
Marc tries to overplay his weakness in this fight with a joke and would attempt to rise his hands up and bend his knees slightly while approaching Isabella.
"Now lets try this again."
He would say, not knowing what to do against this more experienced opponent.

[Deus001]

If there was one thing you could attest to Isabella it was that she had a temper, it was often kept under wraps when she was serving at the mansion and handling customer requests. But when she stepped into the ring and Courtenay demanded that someone be made an example of? Well Isabella saw that as a chance to cut loose, she reasoned that anyone in the ring was fair game. But the ref insisted Isabella give Marc a second there, Isa wanted to sock her in the jaw. But for the sake of the match rules Isa kept that thought to herself.

Still she remained neutral in her outlook as Marc got back up, the most loyal one knew he'd have to be feeling that one. Probably get some swelling on the thighs later, for now though Isabella re-entered her stance and got ready without even bothering to give a retort to his cheap excuse. The white haired waif then assessed his stance, seemed he was quite wary of Isabella now given her rampant assault earlier.

No reason to not keep doing it, according to Isabella's logic anyway.

Giving a low hiss in her throat the most loyal one would then seek to close the distance, running right at Marc and seeking to try and use his lower wrestling stance there to her advantage by trying to run and hopefully clip him in the side with an enzhiguri kick then and there!

[Rougue]

The match didn't really go that long but Marc was already feeling exhausted and his opponent was no one who would give him a rest. Not even when it was in the rules. His body felt already soar but Marc wasn't going to give up. He could have totally done it after the beating he got so far but that would be way to embarassing. So he stood tall in the ring as Isabella came towards him.

Marc gulped as it felt a tiger was about to run him over and take him down with all of his power. As a quick natural reaction, to being in a panic state, Marc would attempt to jump backwards and avoid her opponents attack. He then breathes through as he dodgeds the kick and to then do something in this match finally, Marc would attempt to gather all of his power and attempt to punch Isabella in her face with his right fist.

[Deus001]

Isabella was often known to be relentless in her pursuits of things, you could even call her a bull half the time in all honesty. When she was in the ring she was no nonsense and sought to abide by one simple mantra, search and destroy. While it made Isabella at times very unnerving to fight it also did make her at times a tad predictable, namely that you could know that you were always going to see her making her way over to attack you if she had enough air and fight in her body.

The most loyal one took great pride in her gymnastic ability, but it seemed Marc was feeling some adrenaline running through his veins because Isabella felt her attack whiff completely. Then Marc would manage to connect with his strike there as Isabella made to try and recover from her whiffed enzhiguri kick, which only helped play into the strike there as it made Isabella grunt hard and make her stagger and stumble backwards as her ears rang and made her fall into a slumped down sitting position there as she struggled to process that but did manage to mumble out "L-Lucky shot........"

[Rougue]

With maybe more dumb luck then everything else, Marc manages it to avoid the hit and strike back at the other woman. With this shot, Marc manages it to hit the white haired woman on her butt. This gaev the man a high boost of confidence afterwards. He smiled down at her who said that this was a lucky shot.

She was not wrong though and so Marc looked slightly away and on the ground as he got red in the face for a bit. He then takes a deep breath before facing Isabella again.
„M...maybe...- Anyway. I am not done yet.“
Marc said and as his confidence was still on an all time high.

He then moves in closer again and would attempt to grab Isabellas hair to lift her up by them, grab her arm with the other hand and attempt to whip the woman into a nearby corner.

[Deus001]

Isabella was getting annoyed further by this loser, he wasn't getting reduced yet to a crumpled heap on the mat and managed to grab her hair. Using this as a chance to send the most loyal one towards the nearest corner, Isabella was letting the momentum carry her forward there, her brain was still rattled by the attack and she was going on auto pilot. Most wrestlers would likely end up crashing and burning in the corner. Isabella however was an accomplished gymnast and acrobat, she could do tumbling in her sleep!

Trusting in her instincts and gritting her teeth Isabella would outstretch her arms and grab the top rope there and get her feet on the bottom turnbuckle, following into an acrobatic leap backwards and letting the momentum work for her. The most loyal one would become a blur of black and white as she'd then suddenly on the rebound bust out into a pair of cartwheels and trying to catch Marc dumbfounded with a spinning pele kick aimed right at his head with her left leg!

[Rougue]

Marc did get some momentum for him. He was inexperienced but her started to learn. And he fought that it was a good attempt to get even more tempo by throwing the white haired woman towards the corner. This could be his chance to push his advantage. What he didn't expect was how well Isabella dealt with the situation.

In a quick motion that stunned Marc, because he doesnt often see such a display of acrobatics and gracefulness, he got kicked right into his head. Losing his focuse as he got distracted by her moves made him angry at himself, as he would go down on his knees after the kick.

The man would groan in pain as he tries to get back on his feet again, even though the pain in his head was hurting him a lot.

[Deus001]

Isabella's strikes were often equated to works of art in their own right, at least by those who viewed them and not the ones who were in the ring against her. That was a different story as one who was hit by them usually needed to get an ice pack on their head before the night was out. The most loyal one was a blur of white and black as her boot collided into Marc's head and left him reeling, Isabella had practised the kick time after time and the blow was a damming one for usre.

The most loyal one would roll into the mat and took a moment to admire her handiwork, the ever stoic Isabella would hum to herself as Marc fell to his knees like it was a natural position for him. Then Isabella would saunter up to him from behind and stomp her boot into Marc's spine there as he lay on his knees and started to grind her heel into his back.

"Start begging you worm....." Isabella muttered before giving his back another stomp and grind, the snowy haired harlot had issues for sure and she wanted to take them out on the unfortunate one who was in the ring with her!

[Rougue]

Marc didn't have a lot of places on his body that were not hurting at the moment. He also found new spots that could be damaged. The woman was really putting him through hell and back and was not holding back against the newbie. He kinda feared that he would end up liking it to get beat up by Isabella.

As he did his first attempt to get back on the ground with his feet he felt a boot drilling into his back.
"AHH!"
He cried out loud, as an agonizing pain rushed through his body. Then another stomp followed, making the pain even worse. It felt like his back was about to break in half. He rarely experienced such an amount of pain.

"It hurts...Please stop it."
Marc says as he would plead with her to stop the attacks on his back. He could barely think straight and was in no condition to get up again right now, as the pain was to much for him to handle.