Les Femmes Fatales - Jiayi (debut match) VS. Isabella

"Every woman needs her aspirations. Arrogance is all but a matter of perception."

The way she spoke so calmly as she bent her arm made the crowd gasp. It was clear that she might be simply acting up the role of the villain but the ease with which she spoke some words implied this had been a familiar and arguably even favourite position of her's. The pain she vicariously savoure through Isabella helped lessen the burns to pride and body. She leaned to the side, forcing the arm to straighten. In the process it found itself buried between her breasts but she was a smart woman; her fingers gripped those of Isabella, denying her a grope.

However, she wasn't going to weigh the first half of the match on a single hold. Knowing all it might take would be a slight mistake and her squirming opponent would be free, she slid her legs under her opponent's, gripping them like a serpent's jaws. Giving Isabella calm, dignified look, she pulled her into a "[url=http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2014/117/6/5/17___tuning_fork__rings_of_saturn__by_afwfan-d7fqxnr.jpg:lsneqyjz]tuning fork[/url:lsneqyjz]" submission. She would lean back and softly flex, forcing Isabella's arms to bend and her body to push forward, displaying her breasts and her agony quite prominently.

"Such power you hold, I do envy you a little." Her free hand trailed over her toned tummy, hoping to catch a touch of those strong abdominal muscles. It was lewd but in a very refined way; she was stroking her as if examining her for flaws, feeling the shape and the structure of her impressive body. "I look forward to when you can bring it all to bear."

"Careful, you're getting dangerously close to arrogant right now." Isabella's steady voice and almost pleasant answer were very much at odds with the position she now found herself in as Jiayi worked her over, the knee digging into her neck and shoulder only a mild annoyance when compared to the growing pain in her arm as the woman gradually stepped up the pressure. Unwilling to just lay there like a helpless victim Isabella pulled on her arm despite the stabbing pain such an action caused her, fighting through the anguish as it would be well worth it if she could escape from this submission attempt.

Her struggles were in vain however as she felt her arm straighten out against Jiayi's chest, caught between those two massive globes on the woman's chest yet she was denied the simple joy of copping a feel by the AFW rookie. Isabella couldn't make any progress with her trapped arm but she didn't stop fighting, twisting her body every which way trying to break the grip Jiayi had on her in any way she could, even if every movement of her arm sent jolts of searing pain through her body.

"Aren't you finished UGHHH!" Isabella had flashed her opponent a confidant smirk and even been about to taunt the woman a bit more when she felt Jiayi's legs getting underneath her, her eyes shooting wide open as she was twisted into a second and far more excruciating submission hold as her back suddenly felt as if it were on fire. A low guttural growl escaped Isabella's lips as she grimaced from this new agony, the woman forgetting about trying to appear proper for a time as she kicked her feet against the mat trying to force her way out of this submission hold.

"... No, I am not." she always loved these kinds of lopsided conversations. Everyone always got so defensive and snippy when they were on the receiving end; sore losers clearly. Jiayi closed her eyes momentarily, letting the crowd, the lights, the sweat, and the screams disappear. All there was were Isabella's arms and her grip. She smiled; she loved the way they struggled more and more against her ready muscle, lathering up her inner thighs and squirming beneath her armpit. It wasn't quite a fetish but a feeling of power and domination... although she would say when the white-hair flexed instinctively, she did feel a jolt, a very slight one.

Her eyes shot open when Isabella kicked against the mat, rocking the Chinese woman. It normally would no have done much but this woman was a raging bull, one that could still match her in terms of strength quite likely. Her grip slipped and she saw an opening ready to be made. Having already cranked her arms quite a bit, Jiayi gave her a parting gift of a lick on the ears. Just as quickly as she'd first put her into a hold, she had slipped away just as she kicked, letting her flop to the mat like a fish.

And oddly enough, she didn't have an insult to top it off. She found that Isabella's pain had been sufficient for the time being. A good villainess after all, should not over-sell her wicked nature lest she wish to become a self-parody. Arms crossed, she would lean aginst the ropes, watching her recover before calmly walking towards her.

Just as abruptly as Isabella had found herself caught in the Chinese woman's Isabella forced her way out if through brute force alone, but in keeping with the trend Isabella was starting to pick up on Jiayi snuck in a quick tasting of the white haired woman's ear lobe. That act alone was nothing to Isabella after all the women she had conquered in erotic matches and she knew this match would undoubtedly be just as sensual as it was proving to be physical, but that didn't mean she had to welcome it. She was the one who took advantage of her weakened and helpless opponents, it was one of her favorite aspects to wrestling in the AFW after all, and having the reverse done to her only served to intensify her anger at this newcomer to the league.

The moment she was free from the woman's grasp Isabella got onto her hands and knees, spinning around to face Jiayi only to find she had backed away quite quickly after losing her old over the white haired beauty. It was smart of her she had to admit for the first thing on Isabella's to do list at that moment was to get her hands on Jiayi and return the embarrassment she had felt being at her mercy like she was, the cheers of the fans as they savored her pain fresh on her mind. "Where are you running off to Jiayi, I wasn't finished with you just yet." Isabella said smugly when Jiayi made no effort to speak, her eyes like that of a predator as she pushed the crowd out of her thoughts and focused entirely on the woman before her that she wanted to hurt.

Despite what all her emotions were telling her in that moment Isabella was patient, waiting for Jiayi to draw in closer rather than charging after her as she had earlier, every muscle in her legs and arms tensing up as she waited for the right moment. Once she was within a couple of feet Isabella's body uncoiled like a spring, launching itself towards Jiayi with the woman's shoulder set to collide with her opponent's soft midsection. Isabella was looking to hit with so much force she knocked Jiayi clean off her feet, her shoulder driving the woman down to the mat hard.

Jiayi considered gracing her with a reply as she stepped closer but decided it would've been unfitting of her to descend to bickering. After such a gruelling hold, it was reasonable to think the prideful Isabella would be just itching to get back at her in any way. She didn't even smile, keeping on that porcelain clean neutral look. The crowd could deduce she was unaffected by harsh language by her cultured stride, swaying her hips just so slightly to be seductive but not enough to appear overtly salacious. It was a practiced manoevure but it was tantalizing to both crowd and to opponent.

Taking her sweet time to get closer, she had noticed that Isabella was more than ready to strike her once she got closer. She reminded her of an angry housecat that was daring its owner to come closer. That made her raise her head and her eyes brighten a little; imagining her opponent being subservient and helpless to her every desire. All Isabella needed now were the hairs on her head standing up and the image would be complete.

When she flew at her like an arrow, Jiayi's eyes narrowed and she braced. It was too fast to dodge; at most she was able to angle her body away but not quite fast enough. The blow to her midsection came and it hit like an explosion of force, sending her off of her feet and onto the mat!

Of course, she wasn't going to make it that simple.

Rather than blocking, she wrapped her legs around Isabella's lower body, forcing her to stay glued to her as they flew. Hitting the mat with a grunt, her python like thighs would squeeze her waist, forcing her to go crotch-to-crotch. Her back hurt but so she would attempt to push off with an arm, getting on top of her in a mounting position, retaining the scissor hold.

Isabella typically enjoyed toying with her opponents throughout a match, playing with their emotions just as much as their bodies, especially those like Jiayi who came off as more full of themselves than even the admittedly prideful Isabella herself was. Yet so far it had been her who was frustrated after practically being put on display for everyone's enjoyment but her own, even their initial exchange which she should have felt pleased with after coming out on top only added to her foul mood. This was simply not how her matches were supposed to play out as even her one shining moment of the match so far, nailing Jiayi in the gut with a hard knee, was remembered along with the words "asymmetrical confrontation", leaving Isabella with nothing that showcased her superiority.

Her eyes narrowed into thin slits as she watched the woman take her sweet time in coming to her, Isabella thinking to herself that even the woman's walk reeked of arrogance and a confidence that she was looking forward to ruining. Unwanted came a memory of her first AFW match in which she had narrowly lost to Megumi, a veteran of the AFW at the time who Jiayi was reminding her of, Isabella casting that thought aside immediately as unlike Megumi she had zero respect for Jiayi and intended to keep it that way. The look in her icy blue eyes was one of pure contempt for the Chinese woman, Isabella not bothering to hide how she truly felt about the woman who without a doubt thought of herself as the next big thing to come to the AFW.

If she had been forced to wait any longer Isabella might have rushed at Jiayi no matter the distance left between them but fortunately it didn't come to that as Jiayi stepped just close enough for her to pounce, driving her shoulder into the woman's midsection and sending her crashing down onto her back. As hard as she hit Jiayi there was no slowing down for Isabella who followed Jiayi down to the mat, the woman's body vertical for just a moment with all of her body weight on top of her shoulder before she dropped down onto her hands and knees.

"Now you're where you belong..." She smiled and tried to crawl forward but found an unforeseen resistance holding her back, Jiayi having managed to get her legs around her during their fall, those thighs of hers digging into Isabella's waist to keep her right where she was. She glanced down at Jiayi's legs and for a moment concern flashed across her face, only for it to be quickly replaced by a smirk as she sat back on her knees and answered Jiayi's attempt to turn them over with a series of harsh punches to the woman's stomach and tits, battering Jiayi with the brutally quick blows she was quite versed in dishing out.

"In control and in- ah!" The series of punches made her stomach compress, resulting in air and spittle exiting her mouth. Hardly very dignified but she quickly withdrew the scissors and slid back. She wanted to pull up to her and take her to the ground. However the more cunning part of Jiayi knew when she was outgunned and she pulled back, putting safe ground between the two. The pain in her stomach was intense; that woman was a much better striker than she was. While she was much tougher than she looked, Jiayi knew she couldn't afford a striking battle but she had to hand it to her. Striking a mock bow, she smiled as she looked her in the eyes. "Quick thinking on your part. I'm impressed; no strings attached."

Suddenly, Jiayi coughed and leanded forwards, clutching her stomach. Those punches hadn't been much but it appeared that Isabella was one to make each and every one count. Had her adrenaline given out or did pain defeat chemical inhibition? Whatever it was, she was now clutching the ropes to support her weight, giving her a wary look. Her large breasts notably sagged, their previous lustre gone with gravity's cruel pull. Even her sass seemed to have taken a blow.

Isabella's fists pummeled the blue haired woman's body, each punch striking with as much force as she could put behind it from her kneeling position over Jiayi. There was little question as to how effective her blows were as each one one saw her fist sink into the Chinese woman's beautiful body, drawing gasps for air from her with every strike until Jiayi made the smart move by releasing her hold over Isabella and quickly making her escape backwards. She chased her at first, landing one more punch to the woman's midsection before she was out of her reach, but didn't give further chase, letting her slink away to lick her wounds.

She felt reinvigorated after dealing out that punishment for Jiayi's haughty attitude in their match thus far, Isabella's classic smirk wider than ever as she rose back to her feet and cast her eyes upon her opponent. Jiayi certainly looked like the air had been taken out of her sails after those blows to her stomach, the woman somewhat struggling for air and guarding her stomach, while her breasts appeared to be sagging after the beating she gave them. It only filled Isabella with more pride to see her opponent in such a state even though she hadn't escaped unscathed either, her back still feeling as if it were on fire after those deadly submission holds from Jiayi and her hair damp with sweat. But she kept smiling despite this as she had to maintain the appearance of being above her opponent, to show that unlike Jiayi she had not been affected by any of the fighting so far, a woman who was truly superior just as she claimed to be.

"Why thank you Jiayi dear, its always good to hear such praise from my subjects." Isabella replied as she gave Jiayi a quick bow of her head in return, playing further into the role she had given herself and enjoying every moment of it. Isabella then began to approach Jiayi ever so slowly, moving at such a pace deliberately in the hope Jiayi wouldn't react to defend herself too quickly. Once she was a step away however Isabella would quicken her pace considerably, stepping in close to the Chinese woman with her hands shooting for each of Jiaya's plentiful mounds, pushing upward to press her back against the ropes and roughly kneading the firm flesh with her strong fingers. Her head would move forward as well to force a deep kiss upon her opponent, her tongue only teasing Jiayi's tongue as she kissed the woman for several long seconds, Isabella's body pressed firmly against hers. Once she was satisfied however Isabella would try lifting upward on the woman's breasts, hoisting her clean off her feet before turning around and dropping down onto her ass, bringing Jiayi's back slamming down to the mat between her legs.

Jiayi was hurt, that was for sure. How hurt though was another matter. It's true that Isabella's punches had landed like missiles but she hadn't punched quite hard enough utterly debilitate the Chinese woman. That didn't mean the soreness adn burning sensatin of pain was that bearable. Part of her wincing and expressions were borne from what would likely feel even worse by the time they were done this steamy confrontation. Yet if one wished to be convincing in their acting, they needed to have the experience. She let the pain take control for a few moments, not total control, but enough to make the staggers and the pants come off as devoted and lifelike rather than pantomine. And with Isabella's slow prowl, she would have time. It ticked and tocked as she drew ever closer before the lunge came.

To her credit, Isabella was blindingly fast when she struck. Just as Jiayi attempted to dodge away, those hands grabbed her breasts and she let out a loud sigh. Those were very firm hands, not groping her but mashing and molding as if she was preparing dough. Alas, Jiayi had been caught and Isabella was looking to follow up soon! Her lips closed in but Jiayi had an advantage here. After all, Isabella had not taken her arms and that was a cardinal sin of technique. Just as they kissed, bodily and orally, Jiayi suddenly grabbed at her head, clenching both hands hard around her skull. With a loud sucking sound, she disengaged her lips and smirked.

"You play your part so well, right into the trap."

She would try to violently pull Isabella's head to the side and towards the rope. However, she was aiming at smacking her neck against the topmost one. If this was sufficient to stun her, the buxom Asian beauty would try to hop up and scissor her thighs around her midsection, getting her legs over the middle rope and sitting on Isabella's back. She would also rab her arms by their wrists and crank them up, hoping to get her in a submission as if she was riding a motorcycle.

Isabella had never been one to let someone else take the lead in anything, whether it be in a conversation or in a match she strove to retain as much control over any situation she was in as she possibly could. That went double for when she was fighting some fresh off the street rookie who needed to be taught a lesson in not just humility but in how the AFW truly was, especially given how Jiayi had managed to come out the better in a couple of their exchanges thus far. She undoubtedly fought somewhere before the AFW, her moves so far proved that, but there was a reason AFW was considered the major leagues of female wrestling and Isabella intended to put Jiayi through the gauntlet today.

Beads of sweat rolled down Isabella's curvacious pale body as she approached the gasping woman with blue hair like a lioness stalking its prey, her veteran instincts telling her to capitalize on the weakness she was now seeing in Jiayi and to do so fast. She didn't realize until after her hands had latched themselves onto the woman's mounds and she stole a fiery kiss from Jiayi that she was more like a moth who had wandered too close to a flame, her opponent even taunting her by saying she had walked right into a trap before she yanked Isabella's head down towards the rope, bouncing her throat right off the top rope.

"Ugh!" Isabella grunted out while her right hand shot up to guard her neck from further attack, only to then feel Jiayi jump right up onto her back and wrap her legs around her waist. She tried to step back only to realize she had hooked her legs over the middle rope in the process effectively trapping her by the edge of the ring, but when she felt her grabbing at her wrists Isabella hooked her left arm under the top rope and then resisted her pull upon her right wrist, not allowing her to place her into another submission so easily this time.

"Not so fast little Jiayi." Isabella managed to say despite her aching neck before she brought the back of head smashing into the woman's face, looking to loosen her up so she could then pry her legs from over the middle rope. Holding onto those legs of Jiayi tight Isabella would then turn dash towards the corner of the ring, turning around at the last moment to slam Jiayi back first into it.