Mistress Isabelle vs Ms Spencer (Crop on a pole match)

The first person to climb the turnbuckle and retrieve the crop from the pole, then use it on her opponent wins

Mistress Isabelle's music blared through the Arena. She made her way through the curtains and down the entrance ramp. Entering the ring, everyone could see how furious she was. Spencer got the better of her earlier in the evening in ironic fashion and she was here to settle a score. First, she had officials from the back set up the crop and pole on the turnbuckle because she knew Spencer wouldn't refuse the match.

"Spencer! Get your ass out here! I want you in a crop-on-a-pole match! I'm going to humiliate you, put you through pain, torture you and make you wish you never stepped foot in the ring! And then I'm going to humiliate you even more!"

"Don't make me wait, Spencer! Get out here! NOW!"

She wouldn't have to wait long at all. Miss Spencer was already waiting in secret near the entrance to the arena, and the moment Isabella called her out she would make her entrance, microphone in hand. The teacher knew she had [url=http://afwrpg.informe.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=44&t=6062:rd05xq4m]gotten the better of Isabelle earlier in the evening,[/url:rd05xq4m] she knew that she had been the one to get under the mistress' skin instead of the other way around. She had a feeling that Isabelle would try and call her out again, and that's why she was waiting.

As she stepped out onto the ramp, heading down it with determination in her step, the microphone came back up to her lips. "So it's come to this, now, Isabelle? Another match with stipulations by you, aimed to try and put me at a disadvantage?" She tsked into the microphone as she neared the ring, sliding right under the ropes and climbing to her feet, stepping towards the pink-haired domme and standing breast-to-breast with her again, much like in their first match. "If you think this is humiliating for me, you're dead wrong. I've been in far worse situations than you can imagine. I've fought in the mud, in a swimsuit in the hot sun. I've had matches with women who would have you running like the scared girl you are. This?" She gestured towards the crop, her facely deadly serious. "This is nothing to me. This time, I'll be the one putting you into your place, walking out of this arena the victor."

Without speaking a word, Isabelle slapped her opponent across the face.

"Do you really think the crob is the only thing I'm going to use to humiliate you? You're very unaware of what's going on. Now shut up and once again embrace your destiny by kneeling at my feet."

After the slap, Isabelle was looking to continue the offensive onslaught as she turned the slap into multiple slaps, hoping to connect them to stun her out of the gate, Hitting enough slaps would open up an opportunity for something more devastating, according to her.

Isabelle's first slap struck Spencer right in the cheek, leaving a red hand marking on her skin. Before she could follow up with a volley of slaps, however, Spencer would strike back at her. Just like in their first match and in Isabelle's interupted promo, the microphone would be the weapon again, only this time it was Spencer using it against her foe.

The teacher gave Isabelle a quick shove to push her back, then raised the microphone up quickly, trying to bring it straight down onto the top of Isabelle's skull. Normally, she wouldn't resort to such a cheap tactic, but she was quite angry at Isabelle, and since the bell hadn't rang yet, she thought that it would be okay, just this once, at least.

Only one slap connected with Spencer. Spencer, however, quickly got the upper-hand by shoving Isabelle and laying her out with the microphone for the second time in one night.

Isabelle fell on her back and writhed in pain on the mat, holding her head. The night was night on her favor as she was laid out twice by the person she promised to humiliate.

Once Isabelle went down, Spencer tossed the microphone to the side, removing her glasses and handing them off to the referee, who quickly called for the bell to start the match proper.

Spencer was wasting no time after that. She stepped forward, planting one foot on either side of Isabelle, then lowering herself onto the domme's body, taking a seat on the lower part of her stomach. She reached forward to grab Isabelle by the hair, jerking her up into a sitting position. From there, she would try to pull Isabelle forward and wrap her arm around her neck in a frontal headlock, staying in her lap to keep the woman weighed down to stop her from getting back up.

She felt the weight of her opponent lower onto her after the microphone attack.

She was still dizzy from the shot and she felt her upper body being pulled into a seated position as her head was wrapped in a front headlock. With Spencer sitting on her, she couldn't move. She slapped at Spencer's back and kicked at the mat.

"Get off me!" She yelled at Spencer, trying desperately to get away.

"No!" Spencer screamed back at her, her armed locking in the headlock on Isabelle. She began to wrench the mistress' neck, trying to soften her up early and press her advantage. She had to admit though, the domme's slaps at her back were annoying, and as sore as her back was, they were starting to hurt.

Isabelle turned her head slightly in the front headlock and attempted to bite Spencer's arm as a last resort to escape the hold.

She was determined to escape and show her opponent that she's better and that she will win the battle as well as the war.

With her neck being wrenched, she can't take much more abuse to it considering the bodyslams she suffered in their previous match which are still affecting her.

Spencer let out a startled yelp as Isabelle's teeth dug into her arm. "Aaah!" She screamed, letting the domme go and rolling away from her. She came to rest several feet away from her, looking down at her arm with worry that she was bleeding, ignoring Isabelle for the moment as she looked it over.