Halted Progression.

Managing to keep eye contact with Isa up until the moment she was released, Avril immediately hunched over and tightly wrapped both of her arms around her aching stomach, still trying to recover with deep breaths while she allowed Isa to re-correct the current positioning of her glasses. This wasn't good, Avril had gotten herself into a heap of trouble with the wrong wrestler and she knew it. But what she lacked in strength she made up for in pride, and no way was she going to let this woman come up to her, disrespect her, hurt her, and just get away with it.

"My name, is Avril Macey." The nerdy girl grumbled in discomfort, still very much unwilling to back down from the potentially dangerous no disqualification fight. Her previously unfocused gaze managing to find it's way back to the woman who had assaulted her so that she might ask her own couple of questions. "Now. What's your name?" She started off, waiting patiently for Isa to start talking before she would purposefully interrupt her. "And more importantly, would you rather be laid out in a puddle of cum or blood? Or both?"

Ironically, that outward show of pride was the only thing saving Avril from additional pain at the hands of the bigger Japanese woman. Well... perhaps it would be more accurate to say it was saving her,  for now,  and setting her up for even more trouble in the desperately near future. 

Trouble in the form of a No Disqualification match. 

"Cum...? " Isa mused, looking suddenly thoughtful, the implied threat ignored as background noise from something vaguely annoying and inconsequential. "... I hadn't figured you for someone who'd employ sexual attacks. Is that why you're in this business? You wouldn't be the first. You aren't a real fighter, clearly. Maybe you just wanted to find out what an actual pair of breasts felt like."

Isa flashed a slight grin, the subtle arch of her back seeming to draw attention to her own generous bosom. Her mirth, mocking though it was, didn't last long. "You won't be leaving me in a puddle of anything. My name is Isa Kubota. Remember that, it's the name of the woman who's going to stretch you until the blood vessels in your eyes burst and your ligaments tear. Then,  when I'm done toying with you... I'll humiliate you. 

Fair warning... I keep my fights clean, but if you open the door to attacks of a more... carnal nature... I'll rip that door off it's hinges and beat you with it."

Isa took a step backwards, prepared to leave,  when she noticed something beneath her foot. It was the little pen like device Avril had been working on. 

Isa Kubota stomped on it with a loud crunch, grinding down with the heel of her boot before thoughtlessly kicking the shattered remains at Avril's feet. 

"See you soon,  Avril." She said almost casually as she walked away.

Everything considered it probably wasn't the best idea for Avril to talk smack when she was already in a bad position, but she just couldn't help herself. Isa had done a decent job at riling her up and she definitely isn't the sort of person who doesn't bite back if she feels intimidated. Biggest problem with this though, is that it seemed that when Isa was bit, she just went ahead and bit back even harder.

Now Avril was already mad, that much was evident, so Isa's mocking didn't do much to further infuriate her or change her current reaction to the situation. What did change the air of the mood a little was Isa's threats. Without a doubt they were some nasty ones, but that wasn't the main problem, the main problem was that they were a likely possibility, Isa could probably do exactly what she was threatening to, and now that she had agreed to the match, Avril wouldn't be able to avoid it.  

Unable to prevent it Avril fell completely silent, and though she didn't dare say another word, she was afraid. Sure she had her inventions to back her up, but what if this woman was as dangerous as she appeared? After all, she had managed to subdue the young tinkerer only moments ago without much effort, if she got the chance to do the same kind of thing in an official no disqualification match, what would happen?

After fearfully backing herself up against the wall Avril only closed her eyes and flinched at the unpleasant snapping sound of all of her hard work. Sure she would be able to replicate it again, but it would take weeks alone to start finding the parts, not even including putting them back together in working order again.

With Isa's last few words as ominous as anything she had ever heard Avril dropped to her knees. Blankly staring at the ground for a moment and thinking, unable to help thinking she had unintentionally screwed herself over big time. After a while of silent staring she slowly turned her attention to the broken pieces of her creation, gradually picking up a couple of bits and placing them in the palm of her hand for her to look at. "This is bad..."