Earning Respect: Misty Sims vs Emelia Hjaal

[arktriumph]

Emelia had almost nothing left. This match had been a catastrophe. She whimpered pathetically into Misty's magnificent backside, her struggles growing weaker and weaker with each passing second. Her cheeks blazed crimson with embarrassment, but she could do nothing but endure the horrendous humiliation that was being visited upon her.

"Hnnnghhh..." she moaned as Misty jammed her backside back hard, completely enveloping the struggling Scandinavian's beautiful features. Misty was loving this, and it was apparent to all that Emelia had made a grave mistake in underestimating the fan girl. Soon the lack of oxygen was too much for Emelia to take. Her eyes fluttered as she clung to the last dregs of consciousness and her hands flopped limply to the canvas. Her feet twitched faintly - the only sign of life in the beaten Norwegian's body. With a final defeated sigh of capitulation her eyes drifted shut and she crashed into unconsciousness, smothered out by Misty's ass in front of the LAW fans...

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty grinned from ear to ear, eating up every minute of the attention she was getting. The fans were going wild watching the cocky Emelia go down, and the poor Scandinavian beauty didn’t seem to have an answer to Misty’s irresistible thickness. It wasn’t the technically impressive performance that Misty would have loved to have given, but it was a firm win, and there was no way the fangirl was going to look that in the eye!

“How we doing, back there?” Misty teased, as she felt Emelia’s thrashing slowly die down, and fade out. The model looked over her shoulder with a smirk, and she saw the moment’s Emelia’s body gave out on her, her hands flopping down. Misty smirked, and got up. She bent over to take Emelia’s leg, stepping out and using it to drag the girl toward the center of the ring. Dropping, Misty propped a leg up against her shoulder and planted her perfectly round ass on Emelia’s face one more time. This time, to pin the girl firmly against the canvas!

The ref swooped in to start the pin count. With each slap of the ref’s hand, Misty would rock her head, letting her afro bounce as she held up another finger, counting along and inviting the fans to do so along with her.

“ONE! TWO!”

[arktriumph]

The tugging at her ankles edged Emelia into the real world again. She was faintly aware of being dragged from the corner of the ring, offering not even token resistance as Misty readied her for the end. She flopped limply in the centre of the ring, her opponent taking up position over her.

Her eyes flicked dimly for a moment as she briefly ebbed into wakefulness, only for her world to once again be reduced to darkness as Misty's magnificent backside descended on her face for a final humiliation. Her squeak of dismay was muffled as Misty seated herself on the downed Scandinavian, hooking up her leg for the final finish.

"Hnnmphhh..." Emelia moaned faintly as the referee counted, powerless to stop her inevitable, crushing defeat.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

And there it was. Emelia let out a final, pathetic whine of dismay before she slid into unconsciousness again, a picture of defeat beneath the ascendant fangirl, her hubris having now caused her most humiliating defeat in LAW to date!

WINNER: MISTY SIMMS BY PINFALL