Jess Voorhees vs Isabella Snow (Humiliation Match)

Humiliation Match
Rules: Win by scoring a submission during opponent's orgasm




Isabella stood just behind one of the many stage workers watching the wall of monitors backstage besides the entrance out into the arena itself, watching the last match before her own finishing up with her arms crossed over her chest. She was already suited up for the match in her purple top and black pants, both of which hugged her curves and well toned body in just the right way to both highlight her body's features and not restrict her movements, along with black boots and a black jacket that was cut to expose her midriff. She knew her presence was distracting the man trying to work in front of her, his eyes glancing back both in awe and fear that she might do something besides ignore him, but she didn't give him any attention. Once the loser of the match had exited the ring Isabella turned and headed towards the curtains, giving the worker a single glance and a smile with the man quickly turning on her theme I Will Not Bow.

With the music blasting throughout the arena she waited about half a minute for the effects people to get snow falling over the crowd, only then stepping through the ropes with her fists raised for the cheering crowd. Sure there was a fair amount of boos for her but that was to be expected when one played more to their own rules than the official ones, she didn't see herself as a cheater or anything Isabella just liked to push things to the limit and if people didn't like that well tough. Her job was to come out and win after all, not play to the crowd unless it suited her.

Making her way down to the ring Isabella paused briefly to pose for the cameraman standing close to get the best shot, flashing it a grin before climbing up into the ring and stepping through those ropes. She walked to the far corner and climbed up onto the turnbuckle, her right fist thrust up into the air drawing an even greater reaction from the crowd though this time the cheering well outnumbered the jeers. She hopped down after a few seconds and turned to face the entrance ramp, leaning back against the turnbuckle with her arms draped over the ropes to either side.

Well, this is certainly different. Isabella had watched dozens of newcomers make their way out to the ring for the first, time several of them from within the ring itself like tonight, but she couldn't remember any of them coming out quite like that. Whoever this Jess was she was either quite the confident type or she was doing a damned good job of coming off that way, the quiet stare and the elaborate entrance making her seem like more than just some newbie, that and the closer the woman Isabella started to realize just how...well giant this woman was. Isabella was quite tall herself at 5'11" but Jess stood at least a couple inches taller than even her and with that top Jess was wearing the Queen could see none of her powerful frame was fat except her tits. She felt a bit of apprehension actually which surprised Isabella, though she couldn't help but grin as Jess entered the ring for despite this being her debut match Isabella felt certain this woman could give her an actual fight.

Isabella let out a low whistle as Jess stepped through the ropes, though the amused look on her face faded quite a bit when she noticed Jess was actually looking down on her. This rookie should have been staring at her in awe or disbelief, or at the very least with some hesitation in her eyes, but Jess was so sure of herself she was looking down at her! Isabella's eyes narrowed in anger, arms crossing over her ample chest as she stared right back at the mute woman.

"The silent type I take it? Thats fine, you'll make plenty of fun little noises for me soon enough. Oh and if you'd like to wear that mask go ahead, maybe it will help you with the shame." She smirked at that before pulling off her vest and tossing it out of the ring to the referee who caught it and carried it over to the announcer's table. "Ready when you are."

The bell rang not long after Isabella invited the somewhat I posing woman standing before her to come at her, whoever was in charge of the bell had apparently been listening for her command. She expected Jess to say something disrespectful and lunge after her, everyone else always did, but Jess once again defied the norm and approached Isabella slowly. "This might get boring for me if you won't say anything this whole time, not to mention you're bordering on being rude." She said with steel in her voice in the last part.

Isabella raised up her arms and set her feet in preparation for Jess, interlocking their fingers together once the woman drew close and immediately starting to push. Her thought was to start out slow, gradually up the pressure to test out Jess, but the quiet woman caught her off guard with what she hoped was all her strength from the start. Isabella could match it she knew but she didn't have time before Jess had her stepping backwards. Soon her back was to the corner with her shoulders forced back, Isabella still pushing with her arms but Jess pressed on until not just their heavy breasts but their firm stomachs as well we're rubbing together.

Seeing their size up close was one thing but feeling those massive tits pressing down upon her own was quite another, Isabella only now realizing just how dangerous the woman's chest was going to be in this match if she allowed her to use them like this. Of course her own chest was every bit as impressive as Jess's but Isabella was at a disadvantage with her back against the corner, unable to bring her own breasts to bear on the woman. Stuck as she was all Isabella could do was rely on the strength of her tits to outlast Jess, that and squirm about to ensure the grinding wasn't one sided.

Suddenly her one arm was free and Isabella brought her hand up to grab Jess by her hair, the woman worked fast though and before she could get a grip she had spun around and threw her back into Isabella. Her teeth ground together as she held back the...not so kind words she had for the woman right then. Not that she would have gotten a chance to say them before Jess stepped forward and with one mighty pull dragged her up and over, Jess flipping her over the woman's body and slamming her down flat on her back, the canvas shaking from the hard impact.

Legs then reached around her head and Isabella only just got her hands up to grab onto the woman's thighs, keeping the woman from fully locking her into the head lock but unable to push them completely away they were left in a stalemate.

The muscles in Isabella's arms were straining to keep back the powerful legs of this Jess woman but hold they did, the woman who called herself the Northern Queen not about to lose in a game of strength if she had anything to say about it. However the simple truth was Isabella was locked into a stalemate with Jess and wasn't quite sure how to break out of it, she was on her back and that left her precious few options other than power her way out, but that didn't seem like it would work on its own.

Her decision was made for her when Jess changed things up by going to her knees, the sudden loss of pressure from her legs giving her white maned woman a chance to rise to her knees. As she did so Jess took her by the hair and spun her around, Isabella wincing from the pain in her scalp while her hands tugged at the woman's wrists. "Get off the hair you....!" Her words quickly turned into an alarmed but muffled yell as Jess pulled her face down into what would be an inviting place in any other situation, Jess's cleavage easily covering all of Isabella's face in a simple but effective smother hold.

Isabella brought her hands up to push against the woman's stomach, trying to force her way out of the hold through brute strength if she could manage it.