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

The super German suplex may have done just as much damage to Isabelle as it did to Spencer.

She was laid out on the canvas, not moving, with her limps flat on the mat. The crop wasn't going to be easily gained, and Isabelle soon realized that.

A few moments passed, and she started moving. She began climbing up to her feet, slowly but surely, and she looked to do more damage to Spencer. After that big impact move, Isabelle assumed the match was in the palm of her hand.

As Isabelle began to rise, Spencer was still her lying there, her eyes closed, her ample chest slowly rising and falling beneath her blouse with each long, labored breath she took. She had not expected that, she didn't this the domme would try such a big, risky move, but there it was.

By the time Isabelle had made it fully to her feet, Spencer would finally be moving, slowly sitting herself up and holding her head with one hand, shaking it slowly as she tried to clear out the remaining cobwebs from the pink-hair woman's giant suplex.

Isabelle grinned with the most evil of intentions.

She kicked Spencer in the back and turned her over on her stomach. She grabbed a handful of her hair and attempted to wrap her legs around her head in a figure-4, the same hold that won Isabelle the previous match. If successful, she would fold Spencer's legs and pull them, stretching her back as well as crushing her head again.

Spencer had her back turned to Isabelle, so she had no way to see the kick coming. It nailed her right in her lower spine, causing her to writh in pain and fall back to the mat, reaching around to grab at her back. Once again, it looked like it was in Isabelle was taking control now, Spencer getting flipped around to her stomach by the domme. The teacher was once again in a position of helplessness, her head jerked by by the hair. For the second time in as many weeks, Isabelle was able to worth Spencer into that brutal hold of hers, her legs wrapping around her head like a pair of deadly pythons, her arms bending back Spencer's legs in a most unnatural way.

"N...n-no!!" Spencer cried out, panic starting to overtake her as she realised the position she was once again in...

Her deadly submission hold, which she now calls Darkness Falls, was locked on and in full effect. If she can keep this hold locked on, she could make her opponent pass out, allowing her to achieve the crop with no resistance. She knew the match was in her hands now.

"Go ahead and fall asleep. No amount of tapping will save you from Darkness Falls. Soon you will be humiliated and you won't want to return to the AFW."

Spencer should have known better than to accept this match. She should have waited, let her body heal up more, got some more rest. But she was prideful, and stubborn, and seeing Isabelle out here talking about her like she had done, well...Spencer couldn't let her get away with it.

That's why, when she heard Isabelle's words, she knew she had to find a way out of the hold. Her mind raced as she gagged for air, and finally, finally she came up with an idea. It wasn't something she normally would have done, it was a page straight out of her opponent's own book, but...she was desperate, and desperate times called for desperate measures.

Closing her eyes, she forced her mouth open, and with one big bite, she sunk her teeth into Isabelle's leg, biting her as hard as she could in hopes of getting her to release her from the Darkness Falls hold!

Isabelle couldn't handle her opponent's bite. It was extremely painful and consequently forced her to relinquish the hold.

Isabelle's figure 4 wasn't locked in properly. Her calf wasn't under Spencer's chin and Isabelle paid for the mistake.

After letting go of the hold, she rolled away, holding her leg and trying to rub out the pain quickly.

When Isabelle let Spencer go, the teacher rolled to the side, right under the ropes and out of the ring, She landed on her feet, leaning against the apron and panting heavily. She had to get some distance between herself and Isabelle, had to catch her breath. Between the top rope suplex and that nasty hold of her's, the domme had put Spencer into a horrible position. At this point, she couldn't afford to let her pink-haired rival get the advantage on her again. If she did, then Spencer was finished.

After almost a full minute of rest outside the ring, Spencer slipped back under the ropes and back in, pushing up to her hands and knees, then starting to rise up to her feet once more, trying to put on a confident expression again, despite the sharp waves of pain surging from her back.

By the time Spencer got back into the ring, the pain of the bite was gone.

Seeing her slide back into the ring, she pounced and quickly attempted a sleeper hold. She wanted to put her to sleep one way or another to make the task of getting the crop easier.

When Isebelle came lunging at Spencer, the teacher threw herself out of the way, dodging away from her and moving towards the other side of the ring. She had to fight the mistress on her own terms, and that's what she planned to do.

She waited for Isabelle to turn back to face her, and then moved back in towards her, raising her arms and trying to grab her into a grapple, trying to lock up with the pink-haired domme. If she was able to do so, she'd summon up what strength she had left, hoping she had caught her off-guard enough by this move that she could push her back, towards the ropes.