Comet's World Tour- Come and get some! (Comet Debut)

*The packed audience exploded with a mixture of elation and concern, Isabella appearing as though she had just been flattened by a runaway steamroller! Comet seemed slightly winded from the astonishing feat of athleticism, but he wouldn't tarry in his current position forever- After a brief moment of recuperation, he staggered towards her before kicking her onto her stomach, preparing the injured servant for what was to come next.*

"You're...really good...but that only gets you so far against me~" *Tossing yet another, sincere compliment her way Comet squatted down, straddling her backside while tucking his hands beneath the base of her mandible, interlacing his fingers for a solid camel clutch! His intent was clear- Sap what remaining energy she had residing inside of her, feeling the beads of perspiration dribbling off of what felt like every inch of his tanned exterior!*

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Isabella was no stranger to getting ragdolled about here and there in her matches, but Comet was something else in comparison to them! The most loyal one swiftly realised among the pain shooting up her nervous system that this stupid himbo's name was at the very least apt because he smashed her down like a meteor from space, of course it was she that was getting the short end of the Astley stick it seemed.

Already Isabella was getting flipped around like a burger patty and the next thing she knew her already tested back was getting cranked backwards like a piece of taffy and her chin was getting hefted up for the ride too! The crowd were cheering and hollering at the sight of her busty chest hefting and breathing upwards and Isabella gave a loud hiss and yelled out with "Ghhnnnn......D-Damn you!" she noticed that Courtenay was starting to shuffle around at the corner and bouncing on her heels a little.

The most loyal one needed to figure out a way out of this and fast, trying to think on her feet Isabella would try to shoot her elbows out and try to smack them into Comet's ankles in the hopes of unbuckling his upright posture in the camel clutch hold!

*Having established himself as the clear cut dominator between the two of them, Comet felt Isabella continue to thrash and struggle beneath him as a means of trying to ruin his current lock against her. However, thinking on his feet, he decided to improvise a bit before his foe had a chance to realize he had shifted positions. Snagging her supple thighs, he pulled them into his chest as he started to regain his footing, standing upright while twisting and bending her legs while pulling her away from the adjacent ropes!*

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"Mmhhh...I don't think you have the energy to do that, even if you wanted to!" *He snarled, keeping the banter between them alive and well as he anchored himself to the ground, attempting to prevent the resilient servant from potentially breaking free from his tenacious grip!*

Isabella was no stranger to being bended about this way and that, it was a secret of hers that she adhered to the ways of BDSM in private. Being tied up and restrained was a secret craving of hers. A way to decompress after her serving duties ended. But to have someone do this to her in the ring was disgraceful in her eyes and mind, but the pain stimulation was also impossible to ignore if the way Isabella's legs were starting to quiver there.

The ref came in close and was asking Isabella if the most loyal one was going to be quitting or not. Isa shook her head to show the no and Courtenay was yelling "Come on dearie! You want that new Kaneki plushie don't you?!"

That stirred a fire within Isabella now for sure. She jerked her head upwards and let out a loud roar as she writhed and struggled in the hold, her joints were on fire but the white haired harlot had a prize on the line it seemed. She'd shoot our her arms whichever way she could in the hopes of getting Comet's himbo grip to be forced to relent from this spiteful spitfire assault!