Fright Fight: Isabella Snow Vs. Nanael Marx - Hell in a Cell

Nanael stood her ground as Isabella picked herself up and threatened to end the match quickly. Now this was the first time someone had threatened her in the ring and quite frankly, Nanael was at a loss for words. Sure she wasn't much of a talker before, but Nanael didn't take threats lightly.

This could've been typical wrestling banter, but Nanael doesn't know Isabella or where she stands when it comes to backing up her words. Narrowing her eyes from behind her fists, Nanael watched as Isabella came at her and threw a few jabs. The jabs were easily blocked, but the left hook somewhat surprised her and caught her on the chin. Nanael turned to the her left due to the force of the punch and was quickly punched again in her open side.

Nanael wasn't done though and quickly turned to face Isabella as she whipped her right hand to throw a backhanded punch at Isabella's cheek. Hit or miss, Nanael would throw a few left jabs to follow up.

Isabella kept in close to Nanael even with the woman pelting her with jabs, the only serious punch she threw being the one at her cheek but while that one stung the other's weren't anything to write home about. Her trademark smirk was still on her lips as she charged right into Nanael, going chest to chest with the woman for a moment while her arms went to wrap around Nanael's waist to lift her up into a vice like bear hug. If she caught the woman in her arms Isabella would lift her up into the air, taking a few steps forward while shaking her around like a rag doll.

Nanael was throwing punches and was easily hitting home with them. Though they weren't really strong to begin with, Isabella seemed pretty unfazed by them. She expected as much since she assumed they were both trying to feel each other out. Isabella was just smiling and quite frankly Nanael wasn't too happy about that. Then Isabella came forward and wrapped her arms around Nanael's waist, but Nanael didn't react fast enough to stop herself from being lifted up.

Isabella started to tighten her grip as she began the bear hug and even started to shake her around to add to the torture. Nanael had no choice, but to endure Isabella's hold for the moment. Though she didn't wait long and used both of hands to clap the sides of Isabella's head. While not very strong, Nanael tried to aim for Isabella's ears so that the resulting clap would get her ears ringing and hopefully stun her.

There was just something about picking another woman off her foot and shaking her around like a rag doll that just thrilled Isabella to no end. It was especially enjoyable with prey like Nanael here as she got to get a face full of a half way decent pair of breasts as well, if only the match allowed her to dismantle the woman completely rather than just physically and mentally, but oh well. She would just have to be content with leaving her uncouncious on the floor. "Geez you're a heavy one, can't lay off the deserts can you?" Isabella asked the woman as she shook her about, intending on tossing her about until she begged to be put down but a pair of hands clapping over her ears put a ringing in her skull.

"Oh fuck you too." Isabella said through grinding teeth before swinging around and tossing Nanael towards the corner back first. She was eager to rid herself of Nanael so she could back away and let the ringing in her head die down.

Nanael was being shaken around and squeezed tightly by Isabella. She wasn't use to being picked up and handled by others and Isabella's little comment just made things worse. Slightly ticked, Nanael swung her hands at Isabella's head and clapped her ears.

The clap did its job as Isabella cursed and threw Nanael into the corner. Nanael hit the turnbuckle and watched as Isabella backed off. "Fuck you too. I gained weight since I left the force." Nanael came out of the corner a bit quickly and lifted her leg as she aimed her anger filled boot to collide with Isabella's face.

Isabella shook her head to clear the ringing from her ears, gritting her teeth as she took a few steps forward to get back in the face of Nanael. Only as she went in for a shoulder tackle the other woman brought her boot up and smashed it into the side of Isabella's head, the woman having turned her head at the last moment to avoid a broken nose or worse. Her lower body seemed to keep going forward but her upper half was brought not just to a halt, it was thrown backwards, leaving Isabella flat on her back underneath Nanael. She brought a hand up to rub at the side of her head, trying to sit up with her other hand shoving away at Nanael's midsection.

Nanael's boot smacked the side of Isabella's head and knocked her off her feet. Isabella was down on her back with Nanael standing over her. Though Isabella was quick to respond by sitting up and pushing with one hand to shove Nanael away while the other nursed her head. Nanael was more than happy to move away from Isabella as she shoved her away.

Nanael took a few steps back before circling around Isabella to throw a low kick at her spine and bend over to grab a handful of her hair and force her up on her feet.

With a grunt of exhertion Isabella shoved Nanael back a few steps, giving herself a bit of space to start getting back to her feet though her body felt heavy after that kick to her head so it was slow going. She was barely up onto one knee when Nanael came in from behind her with another kick, this time delivered straight to the middle of her back, Isabella letting out another pained grunt in a hiss of air through tightly clenched teeth. The other woman reached down to snatch Isabella up by her snowy mane, dragging her up to her feet though Isabella made sure to make it as difficult a task as she could for Nanael.

Nanael dug her fingers deep into Isabella's hair as she forced the white haired woman up on her feet. "On your feet." Nanael softly commanded as switch from holding Isabella's hair into a sleeper hold. Now Nanael yanked Isabella into a better position from her sleeper hold and was looking to lock it in tighter.

Nanael brought her mouth close to Isabella's ear and whispered, "Resisting will just make me angry. Sleep!" She didn't raise her voice, but her tone was serious yet calm. Nanael wasn't planning on things being easy, but she wanted to make it clear that she was just getting started.

Isabella hissed out loud enough to be heard by the front row as she was hauled up and put into the sleeper hold, acutely aware of the woman behind her whose arms were currently wrapped around her throat and head. Her fingers gripped the forearm currenty pressing upon her neck, both arms giving it a few hard tugs for even if she couldn't pry it off completely she might at least open up her pathways enough to gulp down some fresh air before the pressure was reapplied. "You took the words...right out of my mouth..." Isabella managed to say, putting on a smirk as she turned her head to look back at Nanael out of the corner of her eye.