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

Isabelle quickly climbed to her feet and saw Spencer sitting on the canvas tending her bitten arm.

She thought she could take advantage of this match and she tried. She ran toward Isabelle and attempted a dropkick to her face while she was sitting. If it connected, she would get up and go directly toward the crop on a pole, looking to end the match quickly in heel-like fashion.

Spencer looked up in time to get nailed by the dropkick, dropping to the mat hard. She curled up, grabbing her face and kicking her legs angrily, but when she remembered about the crop, the teacher would hurry to her feet, rushing to the corner that Isabelle was climbing. Spencer lunged towards her, trying to grab her and throw her down off the ropes to the mat to stop her progress.

Isabelle's attempt to secure the crop failed as she was pulled off the turnbuckle. She fell hard on her back as the wind was knocked out of her.

"Aggh!!" She grunted and writhed in pain on the canvas as she seemed to have further aggravated her neck.

Spencer looked down at Isabelle and tsked again. The teacher was still sore from her and the mistress' match, so she could only imagine that Isabelle was in a similar position...which, of course, she intended to take full advantage of.

She leaned down, grabbing Isabelle's wrist to pull her back up to her feet. Once up, she would swing Isabelle around, trying to whip her across the ring and into the opposite corner.

After being pulled from the turnbuckle, she was pulled up to her feet and thrown into the corner, where her head snacked back after the impact, causing further damage to her neck.

She looked across the ring at her opponent, and tried to anticipate her next attack to hopefully counter it.

Spencer stared across at Isabelle, and then went running towards her. As she neared the pink-haired woman, her jumped up into the air towards her, trying to slam her entire body against with her a splash attack, trying to squash Isabelle between herself and the turnbuckle with it.

Isabella was splashed into the corner. It was too late. She couldn't move out of the way. She stumbled out of the corner after the splash and fell onto her front-side before rolling onto her back with her arms and legs flat on the canvas. She was breathing heavily, her opponent was completely owning the match.

She had to find some way to come back and reverse the momentum of the match before it was too late.

Spencer stepped back, letting Isabella drop down to the mat. She tsked at her yet again, shaking her head with disdain towards the mistress, then turned away. She wanted to end this, and with Isabelle down, she had her chance.

She headed right to the corner than had the pole with the crop attached to it, then started to climb up it slowly, taking great care not to lose her balance on the ropes. After all, Spencer was far from being a high-flyer, and felt quite out of place climbing up the ropes like this.

Isabelle noticed Spencer going for the crop. She got up as quickly as she could and rushed over to the respective corner. She began climbing, clubbing Spencer in the back with hard forearm shots. She finally got on top of the turnbuckle with Spencer, but was instead standing on the ropes.

She grabbed Spencer from behind, securely wrapping her arms around her. She attempted to throw herself as well has Spencer backwards in a super German suplex.

Spencer paused atop the ropes, grabbing the pole to maintain her balance as she whipped her head around. She should have known Isabelle wouldn't stay down, should have known better than to try and get the crop so soon, but alas, it was too late to fix her mistake. Up the mistress came, her forearm beating into Spencer's back over and over again. The teacher shouted in pain, starting to wobble on the ropes as she still-weakened back was assaulted so violently.

Then, she felt Isabelle's arms wrap around her, and before she could even whisper the word "No!" she was hauled off her feet. Through the air the busty blonde sailed, dropping into the canvas near the center of the ring. Her body jerked hard, the teacher rolling to her side for a moment before falling back onto her spine, looking up in a daze with her arms and legs spread wide.