Enclosed Cage Match: Heather vs Isabella Snow

With her head being grinded against the cage walls and the girl slamming her knee into Heather's gut, things weren't looking to well for her. She expected quite the fight, and that's what she was getting. When she first saw Isabella though, Heather underestimated the girl quite a bit, and now it was coming back to bite her. She had to get up and fight back as soon as she could, but as of right now it was quite difficult for her. She felt to her side, groaning in pain as she shook her head, trying to regain herself to the best of her abilities.

"Tch..hell no I don't agree." Heather let out at her words before Isabella would step on the side of her head, pressing down hard as she did. Heather yelled out in pain before it would be doubled as the girl grabbed onto the ropes, pressing her other foot into her sex. The pressure was nearly unbearable as she kicked her legs frantically, yelling out in pain as she tried her best to pull the girl's foot away from her sex first.

Isabella was in total control of Heather in that moment and it felt incredible, to be able to just manhandle a woman as well regarded as Heather kept the smile on her lips. She shook her head lightly while making a few clicking sounds with her tongue in disappointment at how rude Heather was being, to deny the fans and herself of such a lovely sight like Heather's naked body just wasn't very nice, good thing she was there to give everyone what they wanted anyway. "Tsk tsk, you're not much of a giving person I see, to deny all your cheering fans of what they really came here to see." Isabella taunted the woman, implying that the woman's fans just wanted to see her humiliated just another tactic to keep Heather off her game.

The sounds of her screaming from the pain Isabella was inflicting upon her were like music to her ears, she would have usually allowed the woman to get up at this point but she was an ally of her hated rival, a woman she may have never met but saw as a pretender all the same. If Heather wanted to brag about Cecilia then she would use Heather as an example. "I hope Cecilia is watching this." She said holding the ropes just a little longer before stepping off of Heather, reaching down between the ropes to grab Heather by her hair and drag just her head and neck under the rope. She would then grab onto the rope and jump up, pulling herself back down hard using the ropes as she went for a leg drop right on top of Heather's neck.

"Gh..I swear..I'm going to kick your ass so badly.." Heather let out, glaring up at the girl as she was in the position she was. Heather loved the fan's support, but most of her career she didn't give a damn what they thought. She could go back to that feeling in a heartbeat if she had to to win this match with Isabella, as that was and still is all that really mattered to her in a match. She needed to get herself up as soon as possible. Isabella was dominating her in the early goings and Heather had to turn that around.

"Eh..Cecilia has nothing to do with this!" Heather yelled out, hating that it seemed the girl was just using her as a tool to get to Cecilia. She was going to show her that she was dealing with the number one contender now. As the girl set her up like she did, dragging her head by her hair underneath the rope, Heather would grit her teeth, watching Isabella leap up into the air. Heather would quickly get into action, scurrying to push herself to the side and out of the way of the girl's leg drop, wanting to avoid it at all costs.

Heather was all words it seemed as up until this point in the match she had been unable to put up the slightest bit of offense against her. Isabella was the type to try and get the most enjoyment out of everything she did in life, wrestling was no exception and while taking control of Heather had been fun she found this constant beat down to be getting a little stale. "Come on Heather, I heard so much about you and this is all you can do?"

With that said Isabella went for a leg drop to seal the match for her, but Heather finally showed herself to be interesting as she pushed herself out of the way just in time. She landed hard on the mat with a loud thud, the mat shaking lightly from the force of the impact leaving her stunned for a moment. Looking to recover Isabella would pull on the ropes to move back into a standing position as quickly as she could.

"Hah..You were saying?" Heather would let out as Isabella would land hard on the mat, missing that leg drop. Heather would quickly scurry out of the position she was in in the ropes, trying to get back on equal grounds with the girl as soon as possible. It was true that she wasn't looking very good in this match, and she was ready to turn that around as soon as she possibly could.

As Heather would roll into the center, pushing herself up to her feet, she would eye Isabella's progress in recovering herself. Heather was hurting, but she had to ignore it and go after the girl immediately. Heather would grit her teeth, bracing her feet before she would try to charge at Isabella the second she got to a standing position, attempting to ram her body hard into the cage walls.

If looks could kill then the nasty glare Isabella shot at Heather would have struck her down then and there, the white haired woman mumbling to herself about getting her back for that as she pulled on the ropes, getting back onto her feet while her eyes never left Heather. No sooner had she finally regained her footing did she catch sight of Heather rushing at her in a wild charge, Isabella trying to jump off to the side but she didn't have enough time before Heather rammed her back first against the cage wall.

The steel shook under the force of the impact as Isabella let out a pained groan, anger in her eyes as she glanced down at Heather. Her arms would shoot down to try and wrap them around the girl's waist, flexing her muscle a bit as she attempted to lift Heather up onto her shoulders before bringing her down into a sit down power bomb.

As Heather rammed Isabella into the cage walls, she would dig her shoulder into her gut as much as she could, really trying to add to the damage that the ram gave her. She wanted to get back into this any way possible and doing enough damage to do so wasn't going to be an easy task. She needed to take Isabella down and she needed to do it quickly. The girl was definitely strong, and it was clear that she wanted to beat Heather down and humiliate her quite a bit, and Heather wasn't going to have any of it.

When she tried to back away though, she felt the girl wrap her arms around her waist, causing her to yelp out a bit. "Ah-whaa!?" She let out as she was lifted up on her shoulders, slammed down on the mat in the sit-down powerbomb, sprawled out on the mat and groaning from the pain.

Isabella leaned forward over Heather as the girl smashed her up against the cage wall, gasping as the air was knocked from her gut and kept out with Heather pressing her shoulder deep into her gut. She wasn't the type to just let this go however, intending to teach this little girl a lesson as she wrapped her arms around Heather's waist and with a grunt lifted her off the mat and onto her shoulders, holding into her for a few seconds just to show her their difference in strength before she dropped down bringing Heather crashing down onto her back.

The sound of the woman writhing in pain just felt more natural to Isabella who would then lean forward, bending the woman's legs inward to place her in a variant of the match book pin. One hand would reach down to grab Heather by her throat, squeezing tight to impress upon her who was the dominant one out of them, her other hand moving to tear at Heather's top trying to rip it clean off of the woman.

The powerbomb was definitely a powerful one, leaving Heather sprawled out on the mat. She cursed the fact that just like that the girl had turned the match back into her favor. Heather groaned out as she lie there, trying to squirm around and regain herself, but with Isabella still sitting there before her, Heather knew that the girl wasn't going to let her go that easily.

Heather let out a little groan as Isabella bent her legs inward, reaching down and grabbing her by the throat. Heather's eyes bugged out in almost a scared panic as she fought for air, trying her best to swat the girl's hand away before she would feel the other one grab at her top, ripping the fishnet material and taking her bikini top along with it. Heather's face turned a deep red as her breasts were exposed, still trying her best to fight the girl to stop her from choking her out like she was doing.

The girl could struggle all she wanted to for it made little difference to Isabella, this match was going to end with Heather being humiliated and all her fighting did was to delay the inevitable. The white haired woman smirked when her fingers closed around the throat of Heather, starting to choke the air out of her even as Heather fought in a panic to pry her fingers off her neck, of course that made it all the easier to tear the woman's top clean off of her. Seeing Heather's quite ample breasts bounce free from that bikini top Isabella licked her lips in anticipation, her hand giving the woman's breasts a hard squeeze while she continued to choke her.

"I know you love this Heather, having your tits exposed for all the world to see. Think of all the people at home pleasuring themselves with you as inspiration." Isabella taunted the woman while she fought off her attempts to pull her hand away, gripping the girl's neck even harder while after one last firm squeezing of Heather breasts her other hand slid down along her body. Isabella would work to slide her hand underneath the woman's pants and even her panties to start rubbing her sex directly.