Isabela vs Serenity: Poison Ambush

[Person]

Isabela managed to grab on Serenity's head and began to slam it over and over into the driving wheel of the car in an attempt to weaken and stun her. Though her opponent would spring to life and then proceed to kiss her. What in the world was she thinking, what kind of counterattack was this? Was it some kind of distraction, well the Mexican wrestler wouldn't stay distracted, she got ready to start pounding her opponent. She would try to pull her opponent off her but then she realized her hands weren't listening to her and fell limp. She was growing tired, unable to focus. What in the world was going on? What had happened to her? Her eyes began to close and before she knew it, she was off to dreamland.

[Wagy]

Surprise, shock even, followed by rage perhaps? Well she surely semmed ready to pound her into smitherin for daring this strange measure of attack.
And then...ever so rapidly, Tatloani lost her vigor and quickly became seduced by her drug filled lips into becoming a lovable fainting damsel.

As Tatloani became to lose consciousness, Serenity continued the kiss making it even deeper, she didn't encounter much resistance against anyway...
As she helped Tatloani to lower herself on the ground to rest gently on the floor.

Serenity adjusted a bit the messy hair and face of her rival, admiring her defeated expression, especially her lips who now were as purple as hers. If Isabela is still conscious or about to sleep, the purplenette would be heard by her say...

"Rest well Tatloani, you were the greatest prey I've ever conquered." A soft but sinister smile on the assassin themed wrestler would be the last thing seen by Isabela, supposing that she was still conscious now. Her forehead still dripping with blood from her wounds.

Serenity, after she had gathered enough strenght to stand up properly, not exactly an easy feat damaged as she was...
She lifted up the gal from her resting place, letting her stay on her shoulder with her butt unfortunately exposed on the wind. She would have liked to lift her bridal style, but this was much easier right now.
And then she headed for the elevator, with who knows what perverse ideal in mind.