...Isabel takes too long to decide

Shocked at the depantsing she'd just been a victim of, Isabel had to do something to take back control. While thinking hard about what she was about do choose, Isabel clutched Kelly tight to herself while never letting go of her bra.

If I pull my pants up, I can recuperate and keep on fighting. But at the same time, I would have to let go of Kelly, and that would expose my probable camel-toe to the crowd. However...

Isabel contemplated her options in her head, as time almost stood still for her, but it didn't for the rest of her surroundings. Before she could make a decision, Heather made one for her.

"Let her go" Isabel suddenly heard, interrupting her train of thought and decision making.

"What?"

"Let Kelly go" Heather said, calmly. Isabel looked down at her feet, and saw that Heather held the shorts she had pulled down. The crowd followed with great anticipation, as the wrestling match had taken a great turn for their entertainment. Isabel acted arrogantly and was almost bullying her opponent, until it suddenly turned around on her with her own made up rules with no disqualification.

"No! I won't!" Isabel said, clutching Kelly tighter to herself.

"Then step out of your shorts" Heather demanded. Was she serious?!

"Umm, no?" Isabel said, as if she was mistaken for being stupid.

"Okay then, so let go of Kelly!" Heather said, trying first and foremost to save her friend from Isabel's grip, who after all had her hands directly on Kelly's bra, and could make things bad for her anytime.

Heather tugged on the shorts again, just to give Isabel an indication of her choices.
"My way or the high way."

"So you just assume I'll choose to fight on in my underpants? Oh please, you can't **** me!" Isabel sneered arrogantly.

"Fine. The high way it is." Heather said, to Isabel's slight confusion. She wasn't meaning to step out of her shorts, neither letting go of Kelly, and in fact, she was about to expose Kelly's breasts too! What a show they were going to get when Isabel was going to set her plan in motion!

She saw Heather let go and move away from her shorts in the periphery of her eyesight, as she grinned. "Ready for some humiliation, Kelly? Ready to tap out?" Isabel said, momentarily sacrificing the fact that she had her shorts around her ankles. After all, she wore boy shorts, and Kelly was covering her from the crowd's view anyway.

Isabel hadn't even moved a finger, when she could feel a pair of hands grab her top and lift it up a few inches, but not further than just past her belly button.

She couldn't even begin to think that the shirt lift was odd before a loud gasp from the crowd could be heard, a hard quick yank was performed, and a weird airy sensation was felt.

Then she screamed.

Isabel's hands went from Kelly's bra, without exposing anything underneath, to Kelly's crotch as she clutched her opponent even harder to herself. Her nemesis was now the only thing standing between her and her most private parts.

Where the crowd really couldn't see much more than some of her sides, Heather and Stephanie had a clear, unobstructed view of Isabel's now completely bare ass.

After realizing that Heather had pulled her boy shorts panties down to her ankles as well, the blushing Isabel suddenly wished she had decided to fight on in her underpants earlier.

Kelly also was starting to understand what was going on behind her, as her fearful look turned into a smile. Then she started to move around.

"NO! YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Isabel said desperately, clutching her only cover as tightly as she could, acutely aware of her bottomless state and how close she was to exposing her nether regions to the gym crowd if she wasn't careful.