Cecilia Northman Vs. Isabella Snow

Cecilia came in hard and threw a powerful punch right into the lovely white haired woman's tit, sinking deep into that fleshy orb. The Swede was a bit annoyed that she hadn't been able to punch that pretty face of the blue eyed beauty. Though she did enjoy seeing Isabella stagger back in pain...though Isabella didn't stay away for long as the white haired woman came running right towards the Swede.

The arm of the powerful Isabella snapping around Cecilia's neck and taking the busty blond off of her feet, sending her crashing right down onto her back. " Guaah!" Cecilia gasped out as she crashed down onto her back with a heavy thud, her large chest bouncing within the confines of her tight top.

The powerful arm of Isabella lashed out across the Swede's neck like an axe taken to the base of a towering oak, bringing her crashing down onto her back with Isabella dropping back down to her knees beside her. Launching herself up high enough to land a hit on the blonde had taken what little energy she had left but Isabella wasn't going to let that keep her down for long. Taking a series of quick breaths Isabella ignored the straining of her mucles and rose back to her feet, standing over the downed Cecilia. "Now where was I earlier? Oh, thats right." She said just before jumping up and bringing her legs up, coming down towards the chest of Cecilia with her knee set to land a crushing blow.

Cecilia panted out and shook her head as she had been downed by Isabelle, her movements a big sluggish as her head moved from left to right in a rather slow manner. She cursed out under her breath, she was without a doubt going to pay the cocky wannabe back for that.

Though it now seemed as if Isabelle was far from done now that she had finally managed to get the upper hand again. The busty white haired beauty moved up to tower over Cecilia before jumping into the air and then diving down with her knees right into the Swede's impressive rack. Causing air and spittle to rush out of the blond's mouth as she coughed and spluttered out saliva.

Her body was going to rebel against her in the morning but that didn't matter to the american, the only thing on her mind was how to best get back at the blonde for all the shit she had just put her through. Crushing those big tits Cecilia loved showing off was a good step one, Isabella with a big smirk on her face as she came down knees first on top of the woman. She sat there for a few seconds afterward, casually twisting her body from side to side just to dig her knees even further into those pillowy mounds, taking quite a lot of pleasure from the coughing coming from Cecilia.

"Sounding better already." She quiped before sliding off to the side of Cecilia, pushing herself back up to her feet only to send a quick kick at the blonde's right side. She would reach down then, making a grab for Cecilia's top and tearing at it violently, fighting to yank it up over the woman's head and clean off her body!

Cecilia groaned and coughed out as those knees dug into her tits, she squirmed beneath the busty white haired beauty and shook her head, she was not liking this situation very much as she could practically feel Isabella's knee caps digging into her ribs, through her tits which were practically squished inside the confines of her restricting top.

The Crowd groaned out at the might move from the wannabe Northern Queen who shortly enough moved off of the Swede and then came in with a hard kick to the Swede's side, once again causing those ribs even more hurt. Only for Isabella to grab a hold at the Swede's top while she was groaning and wincing in pain and started to rip and pull it right off of the Swede's head. The crowd roared out in approval as the blond beauty was stripped off of her top and leaving her perfect white orbs on full display.

After that not so little kick to her ribs Cecilia wasn't in any condition to argue with Isabella over whether she should keep her top or not. The surprisingly stretchy and resiliant material, it had to be to hold THOSE tits in place, gave way after a few hard yanks from Isabella leaving the Swede on her back in the middle of the ring and topless for everyone to enjoy. As confident as she was in her own body Isabella wasn't blind to the beauty of others and Cecilia certainly had an amazing rack, so much so that she couldn't resist bringing her foot up and stomping down on one of those hefty mounds to ground her heel into it. "Well well, I'll admit these are rather nice...hope you don't mind."

Cecilia gasped out as Isabelle stepped up and drove hr heel right into the Swede's shapely tit, flattening it and the ground that heel into her soft orb. The Swede groaning out loudly as she would kick her feet down against the mat. The Swede would try and shake her head, grit her teeth and try to bring her hands up to grasp at Isabella's legs, trying to pull it up off of her and attempt to toss it to the side, attempting to get Isabella off of her so that she could roll away from the white haired beauty and attempt to get up towards her feet.

Isabella was having quite a grand time now that she was in control, standing tall over Cecilia like the imposing woman that she was, her foot grinding the blonde's big tit flat against her own chest. The anguished cries coming from Cecilia were honey to the American's ears and she couldn't quite decide what to do next to the blonde bombshell, taking too long in fact as Cecilia made the choice for her by pushing against her foot. She lost her balance for a moment, stepping over Cecilia as she stumbled several steps before regaining her footing, not quick enough for her to turn around and catch Cecilia before the woman had rolled away and begun rising back to her feet.

"Oh no, I wasn't through with you yet." She spoke in a commanding tone as if she expected Cecilia to obey and get back down on the mat, walking quickly towards Cecilia to enforce her orders if need be. With Cecilia on her feet Isabella reached out to grab the woman by the head, gripping it firmly between her hands before jumping back and down to her knees, yanking on Cecilia's head to try and slam her face first to the mat in a bulldog.

Getting away from Isabella was one thing, but in the end it wasn't going to matter one bit unless the Swede could manage to fight back against this white haired beauty. Though after the blond had managed to pull herself up to her feet she was soon greeted with Isabella stomping her way over towards her. 

The true Northern Queen would watch as the faker came up and grabbed a hold of her head. The Swede was quick to act though, trying to quickly send a punch aimed right at Isabellea's solar plexus as the woman reached out for her. Right after the blond beauty would attempt to grab a hold of Isabella by her large breasts, two firm handfuls of tits as she'd attempt to heave the fake Northern Queen up into the air and then throw her down on her back with a type of breast grab power slam / bomb!

Isabella marched over to Cecilia firmly set on reintroducing her rather harshly to the mat, her mind already hard at work deciding upon just what deliciously humiliating and painful hold to inflict upon this would be queen. She took the blonde by the head, her fingers weaving themselves into her air with a broad grin on her lips that vanished abruptly when one of Cecilia's fists suddenly found itself buried in Isabella's hard stomach. If she had seen it coming she could have absorbed the blow but an unexpected hit meat a vulnerable belly and the white haired bruiser felt her knees buckling as her hands slipped from the woman's head.

Her hazy senses came back into full definition however when Cecilia dared to latch onto Isabella's bare breasts, the American howling with pain as she was literally yanked up into the air by them. Scowling down at Cecilia she sent a hard kick right at the woman's own stomach to hopefully put the brakes on whatever the blonde was planning next.