Emelia Hjaal vs Emaline 'Emerald Viper' Tsuruoka - KO Clash: Iron Woman Match

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Easily goaded forward by Emaline's cutting words, Emelia made for an easy target, her anger and embarrassment stopping her from taking her time and thinking through her attack. Instead she came blundering straight into the Viper's clutches, the other woman effortlessly sidestepping and sticking out a foot to trip her over.

"Ngahh!" she yelped as she pitched forward, plunging into the ropes and just barely holding herself up as her arms and head were hooked over the top rope. Before she could make another move Emaline's knee crashed into the back of her skull.

A yowl of surprise and pain burst from her lips, the impact ringing her head and bending the ropes taut. The spring back tossed Emelia's pliable body backwards and she crashed to the canvas moaning, one hand clutching her aching skull. Her cheeks were crimson with humiliation as Emaline's mocking didn't let up, the other woman strutting around with the Norwegian at her feet, helpless to do anything to counteract what was quickly turning into a one-sided demolition in this match!

[Kreydos]

With a smirk, Emaline strutted over to Emelia before leaping up and smashing both feet onto her abdomen for a double foot stomp. However, the Viper didn't stop there and quickly used her opponent's stomach as springboard for another jump, executing a backflip which ended with both of her knees crashing back down onto the poor Scandinavian's abdomen. After standing back up, Emaline would take a moment to appreciate her handiwork. "If there's anything you excel at showing to anyone, it's this." She derisively remarked. "That pained and humiliated expression you make while you writhe about is quite the delectable sight to behold. I am sure the majority of the audience would agree."

She kicked Emelia onto her belly before again locking her head between the embrace of two thighs, this time an inverted figure-four headscissor. And to add a some panache to the hold, the pinkette exerted some strength to push both herself and her opponent up. "I suggest you take a good look at the crowd." She continued taunting. "Can you see how much they are enjoying your 'stellar performance'?" Moreover, should Emelia attempt to speak, Emaline would tug the figure-four tighter.

Headscissor Reference

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"OUGHHH!" Emelia spluttered as her opponent's feet came smashing down on her torso again, following up by an equally devastating impact of both Emaline's knees landing in the same spot. All the air was smashed out of her body and she could do nothing but lie there, whimpering faintly for breath, unable to muster up even a token response to Emaline's never-ending mockery.

The young Norwegian let out a mewling whine of protest as she was forced to roll onto her front, one hand clutching at her bare abdomen, face twisted up with pain. But the worst was yet to come. Breathless and aching all over, she didn't notice the legs encircling her head before it was too late. In a swift and strong motion the top half of her body was hauled off the canvas, suspended there in a figure four headscissor. She gurgled in pain, legs kicking feebly as she struggled to breathe yet again.

"Gnghh...no plea-GHHHH!" Emelia's eyes flew wide with panic as she wasn't even able to plead for relief from the hold, her cheeks flushing crimson as she battled for breath. Her hands slithered weakly over Emaline's powerful thighs as the Viper held her in place, on display for the crowds who only cheered on at her utter demolition.

Soon her eyes were rolling, her mouth lolling open as once again the strength fled from her body. Her supple frame sagged weakly in Emaline's hold and she began tapping the canvas and Emaline's thigh in a gesture of submission. Unfortunately for her, that meant nothing in this match... and she was ignored.

And with crushing inevitability Emelia's eyes finally drifted shut as she crashed into unconsciousness for the third time in succession. Her arms flopped limply to the canvas and her beaten body was only held in place by the powerful legs of her opponent.

[Kreydos]

"~Ohoho, my.~" Seeing Emelia attempt to tap out, Emaline couldn't help laughing in an aristocratic manner. "How adorable. Oxygen deprivation affecting your critical thinking, stepping stone? ~You are not allowed to submit.~" Regardless, her opponent wasn't long for this world it seemed and soon went limp within the harsh grasp of her thighs. As always, she savoured the sight of the Scandinavian's eyes rolling to the back of her head and kept her suspended even while the referee checked her arms to confirm if she passed out.

Eventually, Emaline freed her captive, gingerly lowering her body to place the two of them back on the mat. After untangling her legs, she stood up and combed the back of her head. Then she crossed her arms as she appraised her handiwork, her lips curling into a self-satisfied smile and her eyes brimming with sadistic intent. She waited for the unconscious Emelia to inhale in a few good breaths. While waiting, Emaline slowly backed up into the ropes before slingshotting herself forward and driving a hard punt kick into her opponent's ribs for a literal rude awakening.

She would then proceed to pull the brunette by the hair to force her to sit-up before throwing a swift shoot kick at her breast. If the kick knocks her down, she would be propped back up again before another shoot kick is thrown. "A thought came to mind recently." The Viper spoke as if she were having a casual conversation despite repeatedly throwing shoot kicks all aimed at the breasts. "Save for a few occasions, I've yet to display my kicks to the audience. Evidently, I seek to rectify that."

Once she's given Emelia a good dozen or so shoot kicks, Emaline would complete the combo by running into the ropes and again slingshotting herself off the ropes to sprint at full speed. She jumped off her opponent's chest and brought her other foot sky high in the same motion. Invariably, that very foot came swinging down with devastating force, crashing right onto Emelia's head to complete Emaline's finisher, the Emerald Execution (axe kick shining wizard).

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Emelia slowly ebbed back into consciousness after the squeeze of the headscissor, her chest swelling weakly and eyes fluttering. The lights glared down on her, but before her vision could adjust something slammed into her side!

"Auuughhh!" she yelped, coughing in shock as the pain wrenched her fully back to consciousness. Then she remembered where she was and a sob of panic escaped. "Gnnh... no please, no... I can't -AGGHH!" Her pathetic whining was cut off as Emaline yanked her into a sitting position, only to smash a kick into her chest which send Emelia back down to the mats with a howl of agony. The torment was far from over for her now, however, as over and over again she was pulled up, only to take a vicious stomping kick right in her pert breasts.

Eventually she was hauled into a sitting positions, her hands groping at her aching tits shamelessly as she tried to assuage the pain to little avail. She looked up pleadingly at Emaline, unable to get the breath into her lungs to even formulate a beg for mercy. She never got the chance. Emaline was toying with her - she had been the entire match it seemed. Racing away, the Viper bounced off the far ropes and came flying back at Emelia who could do nothing but sit and wait for the next blow to land. When it did, she was finished.

"Unh..." A tiny squeak of pain was all that escaped from Emelia's lips as Emaline's vicious finisher slammed home, her foot crashing into the unfortunate Scandinavian's head with thunderous force as she executed the axe kick.

Emelia's vision blurred and her mouth lolled open dumbly for a moment. Then her eyes rolled back in her skull as she once again passed in an instant, collapsing flat on her back with her limbs splayed out in all directions, out cold at Emaline's feet yet again while the fans cheered on every second of her demise.

[Kreydos]

While the referee confirmed the knockout, Emaline took a moment to consider the time and realised that there was little time left for the match. "How tragic..." She muttered to herself as she lamented the incoming end to the match. Of course, she soon set herself to making the most of the time she had left. Heedless of the referee's pleas, she placed her opponent's head on her crotch. Then she grabbed Emelia's legs by the ankles and spread them apart, at the same time trapping her head between a pair of thighs for a figure-four headscissor, though without actually applying the choke. Her second finisher in place (the Viper's Vice), the pinkette pulled at the brunette's legs to apply the leg spread to its fullest, hoping to wake her up through the pain alone.

Leg Spread Reference

As soon as Emelia started stirring, Emaline gently tightened the headscissor, though not to the point of fully restricting breath. "I believe that we are in the final stretch of our bout, stepping stone." She squeezed her thighs tightly for split-second before easing the choke. "And considering our point difference, to render you unconscious for the fifth time would be a practice in redundancy." Again, she tightened the headscissor only to lighten it half a second later. "That said, the act of rendering you unconscious is quite an enjoyable experience."

Seemingly going for the knockout, she applied the figure-four at its tightest extent, only to stop after ten or so seconds passed. "Yet, I am currently in a magnanimous mood." She resumed in a condescending manner. "Admit your inferiority. Declare how much a pitiful, pathetic, little stepping stone you are, and mayhaps, I shall refrain from indulging in my... less than savoury desires." Regardless of how Emelia responded, Emaline would clamp the chokehold tightly afterwards. This time, she would finally end her opponent's suffering.

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Knocked out yet again, Emelia offered no resistance as Emaline moved her unresisting body around with ease, resting the Scandinavian's head against her crotch and positioning her with her legs splayed open, the audience jeering and mocking her predicament as she was reduced to a ragdoll at the Viper's hands. When she finally stirred she found herself on display, legs pulled wide open and Emaline's things gently entwined around her neck threatening another headscissor. Fear filled her as Emaline spoke, as she knew there was nothing she could do to prevent her fate. She had been utterly obliterated in this match. She just wanted to escape.

"Gnnh... no, no please..." Emelia mewled pathetically in response to Emaline's mocking words. Having already been knocked out 4 times she didn't have much pride left to salvage - she just wanted this to stop. "I can't take anymore... please you win. I'm you're superior! You were right you were right, I'm your stepping stone..." The shameless words of capitulation came out in a desperate babble, Emelia just desperately trying to end her torment.

But Emaline didn't care about anything the defeated Norwegian was saying. Her eyes widened as she felt the Emerald Viper's steely thighs clamp shut around her head once more.

"No, no I submit! I sub... I qui-NGHHHHH!" her panicked attempts at submission were shrill, but Emelia was going nowhere. With her legs still spread wide and clamped in Emaline's grip, she could do little more than twitch and jerk her body in a feeble attempt to struggle. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, hands tapping at the mats in a futile attempt to submit. Her pert rear bucked feebly, doing little more than show herself off to the braying fans.

Eventually, inevitably, the final knockout came crashing down on the unfortunate Scandinavian beauty. For the fifth time her eyes rolled back in her skull before drifting shut and her body sagged limply in Emaline's hold, legs still spread wide open and the cameras flashed mercilessly to capture her in her pose of abject defeat!

[Kreydos]

Emelia's pitiful pleading prompted a malicious smile out of the sadistic snake but it achieved little in the way of dissuading her from knocking the Scandinavian out. While maintaining the humiliating hold, Emaline cinched in the figure-four and choked Emelia out with cruel glee. It didn't take long until the Viper's aptly named finisher left her opponent as a limp heap. And even then, she didn't relent and kept Emelia's unconscious form trapped in both the headscissor and leg spread despite the referee's pleas.

A couple dozen seconds later, Emaline freed her ensnared victim and stood up. She flicked her hair with an elegant flourish before she crossed her arms and imperiously loomed over the brunette. The pinkette spent a moment casually kicking Emelia's limbs around to ensure that she was in a proper spread eagle position before planting a foot onto her cheek. And right on queue, the bell rang and her music theme started playing, officially cementing Emaline as the victor though it was more of a formality at that point. With a smug grin, she basked in her victory as she disdainfully posed over the Norwegian.

"Hmph." Emaline grunted to herself in a satisfied manner as she finally decided to leave the ring with a subtle spring to her step. Whatever happened of Emelia, the Viper didn't care. The stepping stone had served her purpose.

Score: Emaline 5 - Emelia 0
Victor: Emaline