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

"Gah!" Isabella's quick thinking saved her from a humiliating hold, stunning the normally slippery Jiayi. The window of opportunity was narrow but Isabella charged right through it and into a corner, slamming her older opponent into it. The crowd exploded into ambiguous cacophony as the balance of power shifted once more and out of Jiayi's favour. She slumped against the corner, stunned and feeling like she'd been charged by an angry beast. A strain of thought wondered how much of that had been fuelled by Isabella's desire to get back and the rest by her strength. No witticism passed her lips as she attemtped to clear her head and try to push back against her.

The only thing running through the mind of Isabella as she charged towards the corner was how great her desire was not to let herself get caught so easily as she had when the match began, looking to put an end to this latest submission attempt from her before it truly began. As she neared the corner she lifted her feet from the canvas and spun around in mid jump, Isabella crashing into the turnbuckles with the buxom body of Jiayi to cushion the impact which shook the very ring with the force behind it much to the love of the small crowd who went wild for the big move from the AFW veteran.

"Now thats much better." Was all Isabella said afterward, her trademark smirk returning to her face as the self proclaimed Northern Queen began to grind her body back against Jiayi. Her firm ass slowly began to rub circles over the Chinese woman's crotch, her shoulder blades digging deep into Jiayi's perfectly round breasts as if she was giving the woman one hell of a deep tissue massage. "Should I make you mine now or...?" She started to ask in a sultry tone of voice quite unlike the more aggressive tone she had used thus far, Isabella rather enjoying herself as she worked over her opponent's body but as always her fun had to be cut short. In the midst of her grinding Isabella abruptly spun around and grabbed the top rope on either side of Jiayi's head, leaping up with help from her arms to bring her knee slamming up into Jiayi's chin.

A wave of pleasure swept over her body, momentarily suppressing the pain with loving warmth. Jiayi's breasts began to perk and stiffen but were still flattened by Isabella's back while her legs instinctively began to close together. This girl was good if she was only using her back, rubbing all the sweet spots and eliciting a low moan from the Chinese woman. The haze of eroticism was broken when the warmth was cut and the next thing she knew, there was an explosive pain in her jaw. The force of the knee-kick rattled her head and she saw blinking blurry lights, coughing out in pain. Dizzied and staggering, Jiayi fell towards the ground, one hand grasping her face and the other shakily propping up her body. She wasn't in a position to immediately strike back but she needed to think of something. With Isabella stomping around triumphantly, she set herself to think of something to fight back with.

"How crude of you..." She panted, her husky tone struggling to find itself. "To deny me the pleasure you began with. I expected better of a so-called queen."

Isabella was quite enjoying playing with the trapped body of her opponent, a warmth spreading throughout her own body as she let herself get carried away with what was supposed to have been just some light teasing. "Enjoying yourself?" She asked softly though she didn't need Jiayi to say anything to know the answer was yes, the woman's stiffening nipples and soft moans more than enough proof. In a match like this it was easy to forget about the physical side to it and to just focus on the sexual aspect, she herself was guilty of this in fact, but she had learned that lesson and didn't intend to make the same mistake again.

Thus while Jiayi lost herself to the waves of euphoria washing over her body Isabella turned to face her and with one shot from her knee brought her crashing back down to earth so to speak, shattering whatever blissful trance she had been worked into with a single harsh blow to the chin. There was an audible smack from the knee hitting her jaw, Isabella certain the woman was seeing stars as she collapsed to the canvas coughing for air while she struggled just to keep herself propped up one her one arm. "Oh do you now?" Isabella replied while approaching Jiayi from behind, coming to stand over her waist before reaching down to grab the woman by her legs, pulling them up to lock her feet underneath her arms as if for a boston crab, just with her facing the same way as Jiayi. However if she locked that part in Isabella would reach down to grab Jiayi by the arms followed by lifting her right off the mat for some swinging action, Isabella hoping to lock her into a baby swing so she could put her on display for the crowd.

This girl had a temper and it manifested in some very nasty holds.

Jiayi vaguely felt her palms clasping onto her legs but the sensation of a plus butt did not follow. Aware of what was coming soon, the Chinese beauty was nonetheless unable to stop the sudden yank on her arms and the subsequent bending of her spine. Isabella's hard work was finally awarded with a pained cry from the she-devil herself. It was a lewd and tragic sound that had that same rehearsed theatrical quality her voice possessed. It was not difficult to see that it was real pain flashing in her eyes. The porcelain perfection of her face gave way to grimacing and her head hung, the sense of her own weight working against her setting in. The crowd oggled and catcalled, finding the imrpessive mass of her breasts to sag and bounce perfectly under the punishing submission. Like this, they would dwarf even Isabella's in size.

Slippery as she was, Jiayi didn't seem to have a magic trick to pull from her hat. She was Isabella's prisoner now!

Isabella would obviously have denied it but she had let herself get riled up by Jiayi and her rather impressive move set for someone new to the AFW, Isabella's anger getting the best of her which had led to her continued punishment at the hands of the beautiful Jiayi. Now however the tables had turned and her rage had subsided, replaced with a sense of calm while Isabella gazed down upon her opponent while trying to decide how best to pay her back for all the pain she had received from her. It wasn't long before an idea popped into her head, one she had a strong feeling Jiayi wasn't going to enjoy, and without a word she sprang into action setting the Chinese beauty up for the always amusing baby swing bow and arrow, a move Isabella felt needed a better name for how effective it truly was.

Once Jiayi's legs were in place she took hold of the woman's wrists she gave a few tugs on her arms before hoisting her clear off the mat with one mighty show of strength, the strain on her body evident on Isabella's face as she gritted her teeth from the exertion but luckily Jiayi couldn't see that little tell. She let her hang but a few inches off the ground for a moment but slowly Isabella pulled the woman higher up, increasing the pressure both on Jiayi and herself until she had her nearly vertical with her ample tits bouncing for the joy of the crowd.

"I don't think its you they came to see Jiayi, just your tits and lets be honest they are your best feature so its hard to blame them." Isabella said teasing the captured woman though at the cost of having to lower Jiayi down back to a horizontal position, even the powerful white haired woman unable to both hold her up that high and waste her breath on talking. Her feet would then begin to move as Isabella turned around, still carrying Jiayi as she strolled over to the center of the ring.

"Clearly those little bulbs of yours are of little interest to our refined crowd." She replied, able to ignore the pain for a fleeting moment. She didn't know what Isabella had on mind but she had to fight to stay focused and prepared. She knew she couldn't escape but she knew Isabella was in a hostile mood. If she couldn't physically force herself out, then she could at least verbally irk her and hope to cause a momentary lapse in her reason.

"Talk is cheap after all..." She groaned as she was transitioned* to a more horizontal hold that while still uncomfortable, let her back let out a sigh of relief. "The words of mere schoolgirls are but raindrops against a lady's armour."

Even in pain she managed to sound refined and resolute although not necessarily defiant. The physical aspect of the match she didn't seem to be focusing on. She wanted to dig into this younger woman's mind. Dirty and some would say desipicable, but in her eyes a valid tactic. The mind after all was linked to the body.

"That is to say there is a little bit of jealousy I hear in your irked tone dear..." Her body very subtly tensed. "Your words after all, by drawing attention to me, only distract from what you yourself lack."

She smiled to herself. Perhaps Isabella would see it but she let the implication hang like fog.

(* Is Isabella carrying her across her shoulders now?)

Isabella did her best to ignore the words of Jiayi as she showed off her captive to the crowd gathered around the ring, surprised that the woman could talk so much given the pain her hold had to be inflicting upon the Chinese woman, but talk she did and it didn't seem like she had any intention of stopping any time soon. A number of retorts came to mind but Isabella kept her lips shut tight, knowing that this was all just part of the game Jiayi was trying to play with her, a game she chose not to take part in at least while she to focus on keeping the hold locked in.

It wasn't long however before the woman's constant taunting wore Isabella's patience thin but still she said nothing in reply. If Jiayi could have seen her face she would have known her words were having the very effect she had hoped they would, Isabella's eyes glaring daggers down at the blue haired woman's back while her lips trembled in her anger, only holding back answers to Jiayi's taunts by a thread.

The pressure on Jiayi's back would begin to grow as Isabella pulled further back on her captured arms, slowly bringing her body back up until she was even higher in the air than she had been earlier when Isabella had been displaying her to the crowd. "Just because you have a good body doesn't mean you can run your mouth, here...try doing so now." Isabella finally said just before she rose up onto the tips of her feet and fell down to the mat, her ass hitting the canvas with a resounding thump just as Jiayia would find herself being slammed face first into the mat after Isabella practically flung her down to meet it.

The slam shook Jiayi's body from head to toe. She felt like she had been dropped onto a bomb and it compounded with the pain in her back. Isabella's powerful move rewarded her with a sharp cry of pain, this one sounding very real and with little of the theatrics Jiayi had been putting on earlier. Her crushed breasts wobbled as she bounced lightly off the ground, coming to a stop and squirming slowly in pain. The crowd became quiet, murmuring in the wake of the younger woman pulverizing her senior.

Jiayi was out of the hold but at a heavy price. Her facial expression was hidden against the mat, hands near her head. She felt locked in pain but knew she had to fight past it. She'd taken a lot of hard knocks in her career but that didn't make them hurt any less. Pushing against the ground, she dragged herself forwards, her now dishevelled hair cloaking her face like a curtain.

It wasn't much, but it meant that as she glanced back over her shoulder, it would look like an exhausted and near defeated wrestler all but ready to give up.

The bodyslam though didn't silence Jiayi. It sounded like a surefire way to invite another beating but she wasn't going to let-up.

"Temper temper huh~" She managed to curl those words in that coquettish way femme fatales would, her smile concealed by her hair but Isabella would no doubt be expecting it. "Oh you think you've gotten back, but that itching sensation in your head has yet to subside has it? Mmmm, I've been in those shoes before. Young, fiery, and prideful but I had no need to lose my temper so easily."

She pulled herself a bit further, preparing for the white haired girl to come closer.

"After all, one's actions speak louder than their words. And what have you said but that the mere teasings of a playful dame effortlessly light your fuse, hmmm~?"

Isabella was rewarded quite handsomely for slamming the ever arrogant Jiayi face and tit first into the canvas as Jiayi cried out in agony, the sweet sound of pain that came from the woman's mouth far more genuine than anything Jiayi had said to her in the entire match leading up to that moment. "Its nice to hear how you really feel for once, pain has a way of cutting through the lies I find." Isabella said as she pushed against the mat and rose back up onto her feet, sounding very much like a superior addressing her subordinate after they had wronged them.

The resounding thud of her impact, and the way the ring shook, were clear evidence of just how much power Isabella had put into quieting Jiayi. All Isabella ever asked for from her opponents was respect and when freely given she was always happy to reciprocate it, but Jiayi it seemed was dead set in jabbing at her with these little verbal barbs of hers and so long as she continued then Isabella would simply have to show her the price for such insolence.

Jiayi appeared to be feeling the after effects of that price right then as she dragged herself away from Isabella, a smile creeping over the lips of the white haired woman as she watched Jiayi slowly getting away from her. Every inch the woman put between them however was quickly negated as Isabella took one step closer to the fallen beauty, closing the distance between in only a matter of seconds but she hesitated from reaching down for Jiayi's hair when she heard the woman spewing even more insults. She wanted to tear into her then and there but she restrained herself, Isabella instead continuing to smirk while letting Jiayi say what she wanted, and only then did she step forward and reach down for the woman's hair. "Are you quite finished yet?"