Backstage Brawl ~Bunny Bomber vs. Isabella Snow~

Bunny started to rise back up as Isabella came down, a nasty look on her face. "Well well, isn't the pot calling the kettle black..." she muttered, turning away from the white-haired woman. Her eyes flashed over the nearby tables, searching, looking. She wanted payback on Isabella for the sticky red liquid she had covered the model in, and within seconds she had found it.

She stepped towards the nearby table, snatching up a bottle of chocolate syrup that someone had left there, and quickly turned on one heel back to face Isabella. With no more words, only the vengeful expression on her face, she flipped the bottle downwards towards the woman. She gave a squeeze, starting to fire the dark, thick substance within towards Isabella's bare breasts, noting with more than a little satisfaction that the bottle felt nice and full, plenty of the chocolate within to cover Isabella with...

Isabella laid against the ground writhing in pain after that cheap shot from the wannabe model, rubbing her crotch gingerly trying to ease some of the pain wrecking her body at that moment. Her eyes were shut tight as she tried to fight through the pain knowing that every second she spent on the ground was one Bunny used to both recover and to plot against her. She was just beginning to wonder what was taking that bitch so long, opening her eyes somewhat to discover the woman looming over her holding a bottle in her hands, unsure exactly what was inside it until the woman poured the chocolate syrup down over her naked breasts.

"Hey what do you think you're doing?!" Isabella shouted up at the woman while she brought her hands upward to try and block as much of the syrup falling over her as she could. Splashes of the chocolate fell over her stomach and face, Isabella rolling over onto her front to try crawling away, reaching up for the edge of the table in hopes of pulling herself to her feet even as more of the syrup covered her back.

Bunny took a step back, letting Isabella have a brief moment to try and regain herself her bearings and get back up. She smirked at the white-haired woman, watching her closely, eyeing her movements carefully. When Isabella reached for the table and began to get up though, Bunny grinned widely. This was the chance she was waiting for, a chance to dish out some more punishment towards Isabella.

When Isabella began to pull herself up with the table, Bunny stepped in quickly towards her, and with each hand reached out, trying to take a big handful of her enemy's hair in each one, gripping it tightly. With a sudden jerk, she yanked the topless woman's head backwards, then suddenly forced it forwards again, trying to smash Isabella's forehead straight into the edge of the table. "Eat this!" she yelled, a hint of hate and fury in her voice, her words echoing loudly through the cafeteria.

Isabella wasn't usually the type to feel embarrassed from anything but it was hard not to feel at least a little humiliated as Bunny poured chocolate syrup over her half naked body, feeling the stares of everyone in the room upon her and wanting very much to beat them senseless if they continued to stare at her right then. Reaching up she grabbed onto the edges of the table and lifted herself up off the floor, turning her head to face her bitch of an opponent with one fist raised to strike back when she suddenly felt the woman's hands tugging at her long white hair, crying out in pain a moment later as her face was slammed down onto the table.

Her head bounced off the edge of the table from the force of the impact, Isabella groaning as her vision blurred, barely holding onto the table to keep herself from falling back to the floor. "Ugh, I will get you back for this..."

"Sure you will..." Bunny purred back at her, feeling quite full of herself now, quite in control of the situation. Reaching down, she grabbed Isabella by her hair again, going to pull her back up to her feet. "You're not going to be getting anything, bitch...but giving? You'll be giving lots of things...like, say, another nice view to those cameras over there?" She grinned, her voice taking on a nasty tone with those words.

Once she had Isabella back on her feet, she remained behind her, one of her arms reaching upwards, to slip around Isabella's neck. If the woman didn't stop her, Bunny's arm would tighten up, pulling her into a tight sleeper hold, wanting to keep Isabella immobilized, for the moment at least. If she could do that, she would pull the woman close, her own large, full breasts pushing up hard against Isabella's back, as she began to turn the woman slowly to directly face one of the nearest video cameras.

"Go on!" She cried out to the camera, giving him a quick wink as she shouted towards him. "Make sure you zoom in, and get a really nice view of this bitch's chocolate-covered tits! I'm sure that will move lots of DVDs off the shelf!"

Isabella noticed a change in the woman's voice as it took on a much more seductive tone at first with that purring of hers, only to quickly turn wicked once more as she threatened to show her off as a trophy to the cameras. Her breasts were dripping with chocolate even now after the bath she had received from Bunny, the heat coming off of her body keeping it from hardening, though she wished it would as it was spreading out over her lower body as well now.

"I already...ugh told you bitch, show them what you want I will be kicking your ass in front of them..." Isabella managed to say even as the woman wrapped her arms around her neck, Isabella instinctively bringing her hands up to push against the model's arms in order to keep her from truly locking in the sleeper hold. Even so all her struggling didn't keep the surprisingly strong Bunny from turning her towards the cameras, a light blush appearing on her cheeks for the first time as she showed even she was susceptible to embarrassment.

Bunny just smiled as she felt Isabella struggling in her grasp, trying to reach up and break her sleeper. She didn't mind the woman's resistance...after all, if Isabella was trying to break her hold, that meant she couldn't try to cover herself up, and that meant plenty of delicious footage for the cameras to pick up.

"Kicking my ass?" Bunny whispered to Isabella, leaning forward so that her warm breath touched upon the woman's sensitive ear flesh, her voice taking on that seductive, sultry tone again. "Looks like I've got you trapped, bitch, and you aren't...going...anywhere!" As if to accent her point she tried to tighten her hold up, despite the woman's struggling, giving her arm a hard wrench around Isabella's neck. In fact, as if to prove to Isabella just how trapped she was, her let her other arm, the one not holding the sleeper hold, creep around Isabella's body. It slid slowly around her waist, hugging the woman closer to herself, almost in a lover's embrace. Her large breasts pushed even harder into the bare back of Isabella, as Bunny continued to whisper to her.

"You're trapped, bitch...you aren't going anywhere until I've finished humiliating you, understand?"

Of course, as this was going on, the camera crew was making sure to record every single moment, grins on their faces at the realization of how well this DVD was going to sell!

There was very little that could embarrass the Queen of the North as her job did involve being not only naked but also fucking and being fucked on live television on a regular basis after all, having her tits covered in chocolate and naked for all to enjoy feeling just another day on the job to her, but what truly felt humiliating was being manhandled by this pretend model. She let out an agony filled groan as Bunny's arm tightened its already boa constrictor like hold around her neck, the only reason she was still able to breathe somewhat was because she had her hands beneath the bitch's arms, pulling down as hard as she could and not worrying about trying to cover herself up as modesty was no good to her here.

Isabella continued to squirm against the sleeper hold but found that Bunny was relentless, the woman snaking her other arm around Isabella's waist and pulling her close, the model's admittedly large and perky tits digging into her back all the while, a sensation she hated to say she didn't truly despise. Frustrated to no end the white haired beauty's teeth could be heard grinding together, Isabella looking downright furious to the cameramen who were loving every minute of this. Still she was keeping a somewhat cool head, giving only the minimum resistance she had to in order to keep the woman's arm from getting too tight around her neck, resting while she endured the humiliation of the move.

Fed up with being stuck in this hold Isabella decided it was now or never to fight back, pulling her hands free sacrificing her neck as Bunny would be able to truly lock in the sleeper. Going for broke her hands would slide up around Bunny's head, entangling her fingers in the woman's hair to get as good a grip as she could before dropping down to her knees while twisting her body forward, trying to put her strength to work by flipping Bunny over her shoulder and then bringing her back slamming down upon the wooden table.

Bunny felt good. She was putting Isabella in her place. She was in full control of the situation, completely humiliating the woman for all the world to see. She squirmed against Isabella as she held her, rubbing and pushing against her. The sticky, strawberry coated shirt she wore rubbed against the woman's bare back, coating Isabella's skin with traces of the fruit substance. It felt good to be so in control of things, so dominant over the bitchy, white-haired woman.

At least, Bunny thought she was in control. Without any sort of warning, she felt Isabella releasing her arm, reaching up to grab her hair. "H-hey!" the model yelled out as her foe began to jerk on her hair. "Stop that!" Before another word could pass her lips though, Isabella was suddenly twisting herself forward, and Bunny felt her body leaving the floor, flipping over the woman and onto the nearest table.

"Nnngh!" She cried out as her back slammed into the tabletop, arching upwards in pain. She rolled onto her side, reaching back to rub gently at her back, honestly not having expected a suddenly attack like that...

It had been quite the risk to pull her hands away from the model's arm as it had allowed Bunny to really sink her arm into Isabella's vulnerable throat, but the alternative would have been a slow and agonizing fight to stay conscious within the sleeper hold, which wasn't an option she could accept.

"Get off of me!" She shouted out in defiance as she flipped Bunny over her shoulder and straight down into the cafeteria table, a feeling of immense satisfaction washing over her from the sound of her back hitting the table even as she collapsed down to her knees. It had taken a lot out of her to pull that off, Isabella breathing heavily to make up for all the air she had missed out on while stuck in the sleeper hold, taking a moment to both recover and to plan her next move.

She supposed she could just walk away then and there and avoid any further nonsense with this bitch, but that simply wasn't going to cut it now. "Since you're...so keen on showing off breasts, how about you put on a show for the cameras." She would say in between her deep breaths, pushing herself back up to her feet so she could reach out and take a firm grip on the woman's strawberry flavored shirt, giving the top a hard pull as she tried to rip it away from Bunny.