Oh hell ye-whaaaa...!?

As Isabel fell off of Kelly, she didn't exactly fly off and land hard. She almost slid off of her, maintaining control and her evil grin as she did, allowing Kelly to get back to her feet as Isabel did the same.

"Ready to tap out, little miss barefoot?" Isabel asked Kelly, still with that same disgusting grin on her face.

Kelly was fuming at her nemesis, as Isabel was toying with her. Not only had she receive a wedgie, but Isabel had threatened to depants her and even took her shoes off as well. In anger, Kelly charged at Isabel, but without control.

Like a bullfighter, Isabel simply stepped out of the way, allowing Kelly to run past her and into the ring ropes at the side of the crowd. Just as she did, Isabel grabbed a hold of Kelly from behind, gripping her with both arms around her, trapping both of Kelly's arms with her own.

Keeping Kelly's arms trapped with her upper arms, Isabel started bending her arms so that her lower arms started pulling up Kelly's shirt, slowly exposing her stomach as she lifted it.

"What are you doing!?" Kelly exclaimed fearfully, as Isabel continued to grin as she stood behind Kelly while slowly working her way to exposing Kelly's bra to the increasing amount of spectators.

"Well, this was a no DQ match, right? If you tap out now, maybe these people won't see what's under here..."

Kelly didn't respond, as all she did was to try and shake the slightly bigger Isabel off of her, but she couldn't do it. After some struggling, Isabel sped up the process and pulled Kelly's shirt up and over her breasts!

"Well, I guess you like to match bra and panties!" Isabel said, as the crowd could get a clear view of Kelly's breasts contained in a pink training bra. Kelly went beet red, and could only soak in the embarrassment Isabel was causing her. She felt stupid for getting herself in a situation like this, OF COURSE Isabel would go this route!

And she was about to go an even worse route.

"But I don't think this crowd came here to see your bra and panties" Isabel whispered to Kelly, and Kelly's eyes went wider than ever. "I think they came to see more."

With those words, Isabel's arms went towards the pink training bra worn by Kelly. Time moved slow, as the crowd's increasing anticipation could be heard. Isabel knew this was because of the show she was about to **** Kelly to put on, and she loved every second of it.

The crowd gasped. Then laughed. Kelly couldn't understand why at first. Her bra was still covering her?

Kelly understood that it had to be something else.

Isabel's grin faded away quickly as she felt fabric slide down her legs swiftly, and an increasing amount of air on her thighs. Then she screamed.

In her quest to humiliate her nemesis Kelly, Isabel had forgotten about Stephanie, Kelly's friend who was overseeing the match as a referee, and Heather, who was a spectator.

But Heather decided that she had spectated enough, and stepped into the ring. What Isabel thought was the crowd's anticipation of her exposing Kelly's breasts, was instead the crowd's anticipation of Heather creeping up behind her, and finally pulling Isabel's shorts to her ankles.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Isabel said, beet red, as she kept a grip on Kelly.
"No DQ, remember?" Heather reminded Isabel.

Isabel's white boy shorts was slightly on display under her pink top, but her front was covered by Kelly which was held in place by Isabel. She had to make a choice: Let Kelly go and pull her shorts up, or keep her hold of Kelly?