Isabella Brandt Vs. Heather Sunderland (Apex Qualifier)

[Devastated]

Isabella would pull herself up to a full-stand as Heather began to rise up towards her hands and knees. She placed her hands on her hips and watched, waiting for Heather to join her. When she began to scoot back and leaned against the ropes, pulling herself up by them. Isabella would shrug her shoulders. Moving up towards the purple haired wrestler with methodical steps...before bursting into a run!

Charging right at Heather, Isabella seemed like she was going for a collision course right for Heather. Though in the last seconds she would drop, dive and try and slide out of the ring. Right past Heather as she would then try and grab at Heather's ankles! Trying to yank her off her feet and then out of the ring. Trying to pull her down onto the outside area and give her a harsh right forearm right in the face.

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Heather clenches at the ropes, pulling herself up steadily, trying to find some kind of footing to fully stand herself up--all the way until she came rushing right towards her! She tried to brace herself for her charge as much as she could, expecting some kind of splash or something--but instead of that, she ended up just slipping under the ropes beneath her!

She tried her best to get her bearings from that--but she suddenly felt that grip on her ankles, pulling and yanking her right off her feet. She slammed onto her front on the canvas, grunting out loudly, gritting her teeth roughly afterwards. She shakes her head, trying to pull herself up--but the pull went all t he way through, pulling her right out of the ring and into that forearm! The impact rocked her head quite a bit, nearly bouncing her back against the apron!

[Devastated]

Isabella used her great speed to run past Heather, ducking in and under the ropes until she had her feet firmly planted outside of the ring. She grabbed at Heather's ankles and gave the purple haired wrestler's legs a harsh yank! Pulling Heather off her feet and had her drop down onto her front! Though Isabella didn't stop there, she yanked on those legs and pulled Heather right out of the ring as well!

She smashed her forearm into Heather's face as she landed on her feet. She watched Heather be rocked by her strike and decided to keep the offensive going. The blonde would grab at Heather's arm and try and give it a harsh thug! Trying to send Heather running off towards the barricade with an Irish-Whip! Isabella would follow, running right after Heather as she'd jump up and try and throw her legs out. Aiming to nail Heather right in the chest with a running drop kick the second she hit the barricade!

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Heather was still not given any sort of break with Isabella's offensive, the collision with the canvas only just led right to her being yanked and pulled outside the ring. She stumbles to the outside--met right with that forearm straight to her face! A loud grunt came from her mouth, a heavy daze suddenly hitting her even moreso than before, leaving her totally vulnerable to her follow up.

"Aguhk!! Ghaah!" She yells out as she was tossed right into that barricade, her body jerking from the impact just a bit--only for that dopkick to hit her right after as well! A combination of blows one after that other that just--totally rocked the entirety of her body, beaten down by Isabella's continued attacks that made her just-- fall onto her butt against the barricade.

[Devastated]

Isabella drove her boots straight into Heather's chest for a dropkick that sandwiched Heather right up against the barricade! The blonde fell onto her side, breaking her fall with her arm as she rolled up towards her knees and watched Heather slump down onto her butt. A smirk formed on Isabella's face as she would push up to a stand and move over to the downed Heather.

The referee raised her arm up into the air and began the count from within the ring. " One!"

Meanwhile, Isabella would try to take a handful of that purple mane of hair, looking to guide Heather up towards her feet. She'd reach down and grab at Heather's pants with her other hand and begin to guide her towards the ring. Looking to roll Heather in under the bottom ropes. Isabella would then climb up, trying to get onto the ring apron and look over at what she hoped was a downed Heather. Taking a deep breath, she would jump up and vault over the ropes! Trying to come crashing down on top of Heather with her leg across Heather's chest for a springboard legdrop!

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Heather shakes her head a little in both her frustration and exhaustion from the barrage of hits she just took from her. She does her best to glare back at Isabella as she got up on her knees on front of her--before she was gripped by her hair. She squirms and wriggles a little--unable to muster up any sort of meaningful fight at the very moment, but she as trying to make it at least difficult for Isabella to continue with what she was trying to do.

Finally, she was rolled into the ring under the bottom rope, Heather ending up sprawled as she stares up at the lights. She heard the crowd's sudden excited reaction, her eyes widening as she saw that leg coming straight down towards her! Isabella collided hard with her chest, making her body jolt a little, nearly bouncing on the canvas from the hit! It certainly wasn't helping her still sort of--breathing heavy from the hits she just took, her head pounding still as she groans and whines out underneath her leg, desperately just--coping with the heavy sensation!

[Devastated]

Isabella jumped up and springboarded up over the ropes. Her destination was set and soon enough she crashed leg first down across Heather's chest! A slight smirk on her face as she remained seated with her leg across Heather's chest for a second or two. The blonde would push up and rise up to one knee. Reaching down for Heather's hair again, Isabella would try and guide the purple haired wrestler up towards her feet.

When they were both standing, face to face with one another. Isabella would reach down and try and slip one arm in between Heather's legs. Aiming to cup that rear, while her other arm would swing up and over Heather's shoulder. Trying to heave Heather up and tilt her upside down, Isabella would turn to the center of the ring and then try and throw her foe down with a scoop slam!

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Heather takes a sharp breath in and out through her teeth, trying to deal with the quite hard blunt pain rushing through her body at the moment. She just--whines out a little as Isabella enjoyed just..relaxing atop her for a little while, a frustration running through her all the while. She kept thinking in her head how she would get back at her when she kicked the cobwebs of being hit so many times--but now she felt her grab her by her hair a second time, lifting her to her feet. She had to do something soon--she had to do it quickly!

"Nghk..E-enough--" She let out ,shaking her head as she was lift upwards like that. With Isabella lifting her upside down, Heather kicked and bucked her legs, slipping back and behind Isabella, reaching out with both her arms. She just--tried in desperation to fall fully to the mat, attempting to yank her back and onto her back!

[Devastated]

Pulling Heather up by a firm handful of hair, Isabella guided her to a stand and then began to pick up Heather. Scooping her up and raising her high into the air, though Heather surprised Isabella, as she began to squirm and struggle. She managed to slip out of the blonde's grip and then dropped behind Isabella! The blonde gasped out in surprise as her shoulders were grabbed.

"W-wha?...Woah!" She suddenly felt a rush of air against the back of her shoulders and then she was yanked right back down, back first against the canvas with a heavy thud. " Guuh!" Isabella grunted out on impact!

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Heather dropped with Isabella, shaking her head just a little again as she picked herself up onto her hands and knees. It wasn't exactly..the most impressive of moves..especially considering she basically just dropped..but it was enough to buy her some time to get back into things hopefully!! She reached to grip at Isabella's hair, something she usually didn't do to lift people--but she needed to give it back to her just a bit--and then she started to lift her into a seated position.

"Hah--I've been practicing this one. Let me know how I'm doing" Heather let out, reaching for ISabella's arms to pull them behind her back. She went to lock her legs around them almost at the shoulders, crossing her ankles at the back of her head--before pushing her hips up--pressing and pulling, attempting to lock her firmly in a Lotus Lock!!