Oh hell no.

Isabel was so confident in her strategy that she completely disregarded the possibility that Kelly would recover from the pain and embarrassment fast enough to do anything. Instead, Isabel's actions only served to stoke the fire that was Kelly's rage. Throwing the shame and agony of being wedgied in public to the side, the shorter girl decided to do whatever it took to take Isabel down a peg.

Before Isabel could make her next move, Kelly **** her body forward and knocked the bully to the ground as they both tumbled into a roll. After all was said and done, Kelly was now the one on top. More specifically, her butt was firmly planted on Isabel's chest and had effectively pinned her to the mat.

"Well, well, looks like our roles have been reversed." Kelly mused as she positioned her knees over Isabel's arms to restrain them.

"Damn it!" Isabel yelled as she struggled to break free.

"Now if I recall correctly, this is a no DQ match." Kelly said teasingly as she reached down to grasp the hem of Isabel's shirt. "So there shouldn't be any problem with me doing this!"

In one swift motion, Kelly pulled Isabel's shirt up and over her face. Since she couldn't take it all the way off with her arms still pinned, Kelly decided to stretch it behind the girls head to block her vision. Regardless, this still meant that Isabel's bra was now the only thing covering her perky breasts.