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There were often laments of being unable to keep up with the newer generation Isabelle had heard from her peers. Relics of an industry they had built up, many have been cast aside with the degradation that came with age. Where others had found themselves outclassed by a new age of talent however, she found herself reinvigorated by what it brought to the table. She had chosen to evolve with the time rather than wilt with neglect of her skills.

As the two wrestlers' fingers interlocked, the blond couldn’t help but smile. There had been a brief exchange of blows, enough of a sample of her youthful opponent’s capabilities that she was more inclined to slow things down. It had been a simple blown kiss however that sealed the deal. She had caught the faintest of blushes on the other girl’s cheek and it was enough to know just what buttons she wanted to try pressing next. So a test of strength was offered. While the young rookie seemed hesitant at first to accept, the goading chants from the crowd urged her into committing to the contest. Overly eager to please, she had taken the bait.

Ellie had strength enough to hold Isabelle at bay, for a time, but her attempts to squeeze leverage from twisting arms and wrists were easily countered by the veteran who had hundreds of these contests tucked under her belt. She had practically mastered the exchange, making sure to keep the two of them deadlocked as she inched in little by little to enact her true intention. Before long she had worked their arms to the side in the struggle, thrusting up her chest to mash her form up against the rookie. What may have been just another means to push to someone else was used here to great effect as the grinding of their breasts up against one another began to fluster her young opponent. The red on her cheeks glowed bright, and arms shook with the distraction. From here Isabelle pushed, putting her muscle to the test to drive the other girl back towards the corner just where she wanted her. Ellie's attempts to brace herself were simply too weak, all it took was another sultry thrust of Isabelle's body up against her to leave the rookie fumbling. Before long she had shoved her up against the turnbuckles.

"There we go, now just relax." Isabelle whispered while pressing herself up against the struggling Ellie, wiggling her body to slowly work her breasts out from where they were mashed against the rookie's to rest them on top just before the younger woman's face. With a cherubic giggle, the veteran leaned forward, cozily nestling the other woman's face within her cleavage until there was no real means of escape. Ellie bucked and twisted, trying at first to escape but the longer she remained the more heated her labored breaths became. Isabelle could feel the girl's grip on her hands loosening, her fight starting to fade. After a moment she let the girl's hands go where they remained in a state of inaction as if wanting to do something but held at bay.

"Aren't you just adorable?" Isabelle cooed delightedly as she wrapped her arms around the back of Ellie's head. Cradling the woman lovingly she caressed her silky hair, playfully heaving her chest into the woman's face to the sound of muffled protests. Ellie stared up at her from below with lidded eyes in a dreamlike stupor, surrendering in the moment to whatever whims the blond may have had in mind. Isabelle placed a light appreciative kiss on the girl's forehead, hardly able to hide the smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. What luck to find such an impressionable young girl to share the ring with. Tonight was going to be quite fun, that she was sure of.

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Boy have I been swamped lately! This along with a few other pieces I am working on getting out have all been waiting some written pieces to go along with them. I was almost about to pass writing for this one up, but I really wanted to give Isabelle a bit more of a push to go along with all the other great art they have been getting as my own way to contribute. Looking forward to having thee two match again down the road as well as some other potential stuff brewing with between Isabelle and some other people in my cast of characters that haven't been revealed just yet. Stay tuned!

Isabelle Lindholm, The Flower Princess belongs to
Ellie St. James, the studious rookie belongs to
Fantastic artwork by as always!
Writing piece by with approval from

You can check out Isabelle’s bio here: www.deviantart.com/yuukimmd/ar…
You can check out Ellie’s bio here: www.deviantart.com/aj-shay/art…

Description

There were often laments of being unable to keep up with the newer generation Isabelle had heard from her peers. Relics of an industry they had built up, many have been cast aside with the degradation that came with age. Where others had found themselves outclassed by a new age of talent however, she found herself reinvigorated by what it brought to the table. She had chosen to evolve with the time rather than wilt with neglect of her skills.

As the two wrestlers' fingers interlocked, the blond couldn’t help but smile. There had been a brief exchange of blows, enough of a sample of her youthful opponent’s capabilities that she was more inclined to slow things down. It had been a simple blown kiss however that sealed the deal. She had caught the faintest of blushes on the other girl’s cheek and it was enough to know just what buttons she wanted to try pressing next. So a test of strength was offered. While the young rookie seemed hesitant at first to accept, the goading chants from the crowd urged her into committing to the contest. Overly eager to please, she had taken the bait.

Ellie had strength enough to hold Isabelle at bay, for a time, but her attempts to squeeze leverage from twisting arms and wrists were easily countered by the veteran who had hundreds of these contests tucked under her belt. She had practically mastered the exchange, making sure to keep the two of them deadlocked as she inched in little by little to enact her true intention. Before long she had worked their arms to the side in the struggle, thrusting up her chest to mash her form up against the rookie. What may have been just another means to push to someone else was used here to great effect as the grinding of their breasts up against one another began to fluster her young opponent. The red on her cheeks glowed bright, and arms shook with the distraction. From here Isabelle pushed, putting her muscle to the test to drive the other girl back towards the corner just where she wanted her. Ellie's attempts to brace herself were simply too weak, all it took was another sultry thrust of Isabelle's body up against her to leave the rookie fumbling. Before long she had shoved her up against the turnbuckles.

"There we go, now just relax." Isabelle whispered while pressing herself up against the struggling Ellie, wiggling her body to slowly work her breasts out from where they were mashed against the rookie's to rest them on top just before the younger woman's face. With a cherubic giggle, the veteran leaned forward, cozily nestling the other woman's face within her cleavage until there was no real means of escape. Ellie bucked and twisted, trying at first to escape but the longer she remained the more heated her labored breaths became. Isabelle could feel the girl's grip on her hands loosening, her fight starting to fade. After a moment she let the girl's hands go where they remained in a state of inaction as if wanting to do something but held at bay.

"Aren't you just adorable?" Isabelle cooed delightedly as she wrapped her arms around the back of Ellie's head. Cradling the woman lovingly she caressed her silky hair, playfully heaving her chest into the woman's face to the sound of muffled protests. Ellie stared up at her from below with lidded eyes in a dreamlike stupor, surrendering in the moment to whatever whims the blond may have had in mind. Isabelle placed a light appreciative kiss on the girl's forehead, hardly able to hide the smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. What luck to find such an impressionable young girl to share the ring with. Tonight was going to be quite fun, that she was sure of.

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Boy have I been swamped lately! This along with a few other pieces I am working on getting out have all been waiting some written pieces to go along with them. I was almost about to pass writing for this one up, but I really wanted to give Isabelle a bit more of a push to go along with all the other great art they have been getting as my own way to contribute. Looking forward to having thee two match again down the road as well as some other potential stuff brewing with between Isabelle and some other people in my cast of characters that haven't been revealed just yet. Stay tuned!

Isabelle Lindholm, The Flower Princess belongs to
Ellie St. James, the studious rookie belongs to
Fantastic artwork by as always!
Writing piece by with approval from

You can check out Isabelle’s bio here: www.deviantart.com/yuukimmd/ar…
You can check out Ellie’s bio here: www.deviantart.com/aj-shay/art…