Miss Spencer vs. Mistress Isabelle ~Submission Maneuvers~

It had been quite some time since Miss Spencer had hit the ring in the AFW arena. She had taken a bit of time off; she had decided to get some training done to help with some of the tougher opponents the AFW had hired. Upon her return to the company though, she had been quite upset to learn about some of the more...unsavory hires the AFW had done. The rumors of one woman in particular had caught her attention, a Mistress Isabelle, who had been making a few waves in the company. Miss Spencer didn't like the 'Mistress' persona that so many of the woman in the AFW had used, and she wanted to end this woman's ideas and delusions before she got too big to deal with.

So here she was, making her appearance for the first time in months and heading down to the ring, her microphone tight in hand. She moved around to the ring steps and climbed in, motioning for her entrance music to be cut off as she raised the mic to her lips.

"'Mistress' Isabelle!" Spencer cried out, looking straight towards the entrance to the arena, reaching up to adjust her glasses slightly. "I think you and I need to have a talk! Come down here to this ring, this instant!"

Mistress Isabelle came to the AFW to prove that she was the best. She came to prove that she was the most dominant wrestler to ever step foot in an AFW ring.

She never thought of herself as just another gimmick. She knew that she was the real deal.

Sitting in the back, watching the show on her locker room television, she noticed that she was being called out by what she would call a poser.

Dressed in latex from head to toe, with furry boots, and accompanied by her trusty whip, she headed to the ring. She went through the curtains after her music started playing and she posed at the top of the ramp for a brief moment before swaying her hips toward the ring. There were no smiles on her face. She glared at Miss Spencer the entire time.

Entering the ring, Isabelle took a microphone and looked across the ring at Miss Spencer, allowing her to speak her mind first.

Miss Spencer smiled lightly as Isabelle appeared atop the ramp, looking the mistress over from head to toe. She had to admit to herself, this woman looked strong. A powerful body, looked to be in great shape...the former teacher knew any sort of fight against her would be a rough one. Still, she was hoping it wouldn't come to that, and that the woman would listen to her point of view.

Once Isabelle entered the ring, Miss Spencer raised her microphone back to her lips, locking her eyes with the domme and speaking softly, but still with conviction in her voice. "I shall make this short, dear. Ever since I joined the AFW, I've fought as much as I can against the 'dommes' and oversexualized woman in this company. It dirties the sport of wrestling, and seeing you come out here dressed like that, calling yourself a mistress and carrying that whip...hmph. It bothers me to no end."

She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts, then continued, tilting her head slightly downwards, glaring at Isabelle over the rim of her glasses. "So I will be brief. I know you're still new here, but I want you to fall in line, understand? Drop the mistress gimmick, and clean yourself up, alright?"

Isabelle was not impressed by any means. She took quick offense to Spencer's accusations that she's attempting to be over-sexualized. And to think that Mistress Isabelle is nothing more than a gimmick.

"You think this is all an act? There is nothing sexual about Mistress Isabelle. I'm dominant in nature. I put people in line, I don't fall in line for anyone. This isn't a gimmick, Spencer. It's a way of life. Just because I happen to look good while being better than everyone including yourself doesn't make me a bad person."

Isabelle, being the heel she was, wouldn't listen to reason or even consider Spencer's words. All she heard was "I'm better than you, so back down." She wouldn't back down, though, and she was ready for a fight, should one arise out of the situation.

Spencer narrowed her eyes at the sound of Isabelle's words. She didn't think the woman would listen to her, but she had hoped it was worth a try. Nevertheless, she stepped towards her, raising her microphone back to her lips. "Better than everyone? Including myself? Typical attitude problems that you 'mistresses' seem to have, I see."

The teacher took another step forward, standing merely inches from Isabelle now, her breath quickening slightly as she made her challenge to the woman. "In that case, I'll have to teach you some manners. I hereby challenge you, then, Isabelle. I shall put you into your place, and when I do, you'll drop the whole mistress nonsense, understand?"

She paused again, then lightly smiled at the short haired woman. "Surely, if you're so much better than I, you won't turn me down, correct?"

"You might as well not add any stipulations to any match involving you and myself because you will lose. It's your destiny to lose to me, and embrace your submissive nature by kneeling at my feet."

At this point, Isabelle was nose-to-nose with Spencer. She certainly wasn't intimidated by a woman she saw as inferior.

"There is no gimmick to drop, Spencer. I am dominant by nature. I can't simply stop being dominant. I live it, I claim it. I am IT!"

Isabelle was getting heated, and by this point was looking forward to a match between her and Miss Spencer.

Spencer inched forward further, dropping her microphone and now standing breast-to-breast, nose-to-nose with Isabelle. She wasn't intimidated one bit by the woman, glaring coldly into her eyes, her breath growing quick still as she began to set her mind for the match ahead. "Submissive? Hardly. I'm just as dominant as any woman here. You have to be, with all the trash like you running around this federation!"

"The only trash I see is standing in front of me."

"You and me. Tonight. A submission match to see who truly is the better and most dominant woman. Although I already know who will emerge victorious, it will be a pleasure to put you in your true place and force you to embrace your destiny. I hope you don't have bad knees, because you'll be kneeling on them when I'm done with you."

Isabelle slowly turned around, but quickly turned back toward Spencer and attempted to strike her in the head with the microphone. If she could surprise her with the hit, she would smirk and walk to the back to get ready for the match.

Without a moment's hesitation, Spencer agreed to Isabelle's challenge. "Fine! But it won't be you emerging victorious, Isabelle! I'll expose you for what you really are!"

She then let out a light 'hmph', watching as Isabelle turned away. She started to turned back herself, but the quick movement of the mistress caught her gaze. She whipped her head back towards her, just in time for the microphone to strike her. A shocked cry passed her lips as she reached up, grabbing her head and taking a step back from Isabelle. She rubbed the spot was she was struck, then lowered her hands and called out at Isabelle.

"Where do you think you're going after such a cheap hit? We're going to do this match right now, understand?!"

"If you want to lose now, that's perfectly fine with me," said Isabelle as she re-entered the ring.

"The time for talking is over."

She didn't waste any time as she went straight for the dazed Spencer, looking to light her up with a quick flurry of right and left kicks to her thighs, alternating between them.

If the flurry of kicks was successful, she would then attempt to surprise her with a scoop slam.