Isabella Snow vs Angela Guillot [Kendo Stick Match]

What Isabella had just pulled off was more of a wild toss straight down than an actual wrestling move, an instinctive repsonse in orer to get the damned frenchwoman off of her. She was going to be a persistant one, Isabella could already tell that just from all those repeated knees to her midsection, but the stubborn ones were also the most fun to break down piece by piece so in the end she had a good feeling about her.

"You bark like a dog, growl like a dog, maybe I should start calling you one too?" She put the question out there with a big grin as she approached Angela from behind, curious to see what reaction that got out of the woman. Her answer could wait though as Isabella swung her right leg up into the air, showing off just how flexible she had gotten these past few years thanks to a certain someone as her foot came up above her head. She held this pose for just a moment before bringing that foot slamming downwards towards the upper back of Angela, intent on driving her boot right between the shoulder blades.

Angela had been taken by surprise by that wild toss from the white haired beauty that was Isabella and she didn't like it. Shaking her head a bit as she would force herself up to her hands and knees and hear the words of Isabella which only caused the platinum blonde newcomer to snarl out in anger....yet that was soon replaced with a harsh pain...

As Isabella's foot drove down into her back between her shoulder blades and it elicited a cry of pain from Angela, as the Nightmare of France would drop down flat onto her back, releasing a groan of pain following her descent as she was driven down into the canvas chest first thanks to that kick.

It wasn't very far for Angela to go considering Isabella had already dropped her to the mat just a moment ago, but even so it felt incredibly satisfying for Isabella to drive her right back down onto her face and...admittedly, considerable tits. "Those airbags of yours cushion your fall any?" She asked flatly while grinding her heel down onto Angela's upper back, Isabella leaning forward to put as much of her weight on top of that leg as she could. She even clasped her hands together and rested them on top of her knee for just a little extra pressure.

"This is a good look for you, underneath my heel." Isabella smirked as she looked down over the fallen Angela, thinking to herself how much fun she could have with her, after she had knocked a good bit of sense into her first though. Her hands would reach down to slip under Angela's chin while sliding her foot down to the small of the woman's back, Isabella having to stretch a bit as she went to lock her fingers together and pull Angela's head back for a lovely stretch hold.

Angela let out a heavy grunt of pain as she was smashed down against the canvas by that boot of Isabella forcing her down. She growled as she heard the words of the hubris filled white haired opponent of hers. Feeling her grind that boot down as she pressed more and more weight onto the center of gravity for Angela. Making her unable to force herself up...not for a lack of trying as she had already placed both of her hands against the canvas and was trying to push herself up.

Yet it seemed as if Isabella had expected that, for the second she started to do just that...the Northern Queen leaned down and cupped her hands against that chin of the French Nightmare. Gritting her teeth in frustration as she was being pulled upwards by her chin all the while that boot kept her getting pressed down. Locked into now a painful surfboard stretch.

"Grrghhh!...." Angela growled out loudly in anger as she would bring her hands up to Isabella's hands, trying to pry them off of her chin to try and free herself.

With her fingers interlocked beneath Angela's chin there wasn't much the woman could do except grit her teeth and deal with what Isabella had in mind for her, bending the frenchwoman's spine slowly back centimeter by agonizing centimeter. The only way out was to force an opening and that meant tugging at Isabella's hands as she continued to apply a steady pressure, only jerking back for an extra bit of force when Angela's growls grew quiet. "This might not be the match for it...but I may have to take some drastic steps to humble you a bit, important for you newer girls." What exactly she meant Isabella left it up to Angela to figure out.

Several long moments would pass as the American ratched up the pressure, but as she pulled her further into a lovely C shape her hands began to slip and it wasn't much longer after that Angela would fight her way to freedom. Isabella let her go rather abruptly, letting the woman snap back to lay against the floor while she got her fun by smacking her on the ass as she stepped back, giving Angela room to get up while she looked on.

Angela growled and struggled in the hold as she would soon enough be able to rip the hands of her, which then got Isabella to instead shove her down with her foot, driving Angela down chest first into the canvas and causing her to let out a groan of pain and utter annoyance. She would shake her head, shifting and putting her hands on the canvas.

After a few seconds she would push herself up towards her hands and knees and then rise back up onto her feet. She would turn around and throw a glare of pure murderous intent towards Isabella, as she would then stomp her way over towards her and throw a harsh right hook aimed right at the jaw of the so-called Northern Queen!

Isabella absolutely loved the look she got from Angela after all the fun she had with her a momebt before, it meant she was doing her job rather well. "Going to stare me into submission? That the plan?" Her smirk only grew wider as she eyed down the other white haired woman, Isabella getting her hands up as Angela approached with only the worst of intentions if that look she was getting was anything to go by. She stepped right into range of those fists with a swing of her own, her fist shooting up from below for an uppercut to Angela's chin only for the other's punch to land first, snapping Isabella's head to the side before she stumbled back a step.

"Oh not bad." Isabella admitted while shaking her head at the ringing she was now hearing, the woman going right back in with a left hook aimed squarely at Angela's midsection. Angela had some impressive abs and Isabella couldn't resist the sudden urge to hammer away at them until they weren't so impressive anymore.

It seemed as if the Northern Queen wanted to slug things out and it wasn't as if Angela was going to deny her that. As they stepped in and she aimed that uppercut of hers. Angela was able to nail Isabella in the face first though. Smacking her straight in the jaw and snapping the head of Isabella to the side. She watched Isabella stumble a step and then would crack a light grin.

Hearing the miniscule amount of praise from Isabella felt pretty good as well, though she wouldn't want to praise her for long. She watched as Isabella would go right back at  her and try another strike. Trying to brace for it as it smacked square into her abs, causing the platinum blonde French woman to grunt out and stumble back a step. A bit of air being huffed out of her mouth...Angela decided to fire back taking no moment to rest as s he would throw an uppercut and try and nail Isabella square in the chin! Not giving Isabella even a bit of praise even if she might deserve it for that punch.