Molly Forster vs. Lady Emily

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Molly's head was throbbing, and she panted for breath to try and recenter herself. She had hit her head hard, and she was going to need more time to collect her thoughts - but that was time that Emily wasn't going to allow her. The blonde had begun to roll to her back, clenching her teeth and wincing in pain as she brought her hand up to rub at her forehead. But it was just then that her opponent lashed out with her legs, snaring them tightly around her head and neck!

With each ounce of pressure Emily put on, Molly could feel the air being squeezed out of her throat. Her face grew red, and she panted and wheezed as she slapped and punched at the side her foe's thigh to try and resist. What made it worse was how Emily was taunting her the whole time, causing her eyes to narrow with anger! Molly wanted to cry out, to say anything in her defense, but she couldn't get enough oxygen in her lungs to form the words, and all that came out was sputters and gags as she shook her head as much as she could in Emily's tight embrace, just to show the world she wasn't giving up. Her legs began to kick in the air - if nothing else, Molly hoped that if she flailed hard enough she just might be able to pull herself closer to the ropes, in case she could hook her ankle on them and get a rope break!

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Despite her grip, Emily would not be able to keep Molly still for long, wincing as her thigh was slapped at, and before long the blonde bunny was able to stretch out her leg and drape it over the rope, prompting the referee to call for a break. However, Emily was slow to comply, getting a few extra seconds out of her squeeze before dropping the hold.

Though Molly was free of Emily's legs, that did not mean she was safe. The noblewoman would drag her towards the nearest corner and sit her on the middle turnbuckle, before slapping her chest with a stinging chop! The crowd winced for Molly as they knew that had to hurt. "How does that feel, princess? Are you ready to yield yet? Or shall we continue this little game of ours?"

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Every second that passed as Molly tried to inch her leg just a little bit closer to the ropes felt like an eternity. Her face was a vivid red, her eyes were squeezed shut, and her teeth were clenched into a pained grimace. Every time she tried to twist herself back and forth, to loosen the hold just a bit, or to clear some precious room so that she could so much as take a breath, it seemed whatever motions she made were evened out by a perfectly matched force in the opposite direction - and she could swear that every time, Emily tightened her hold more and more! Her body felt hot, and the world around her began to spin as she rasped and gagged every time her mouth opened. She was being pushed up to the very brink of consciousness, and she didn't know if she could make it!

But suddenly, it all stopped. Molly had gotten so caught up in the struggle to even survive that she didn't even notice it when it happened - but she had finally come close enough to the ropes, and she had finally thrown her leg around them! When the referee called for Emily to let go, the sound surprised Molly as much as it did her opponent, and as her eyes fluttered open she looked up in disbelief.

Not that she would have much time to celebrate, because even though she had her foot on the ropes, Emily kept up her hold, giving another squeeze around Molly's windpipe! The blonde gagged, her eyes going even wider in shock as she reached up to pull and slap at her foe's legs. This was even worse than before - Molly knew she was supposed to be free. The ref had called the rope break, and now she could hear the count being called for Emily to let go. And yet, it was still happening to her! That promised release only came later, when Emily at last released Molly, causing her to flop limply to the mat below.

Molly fell with her limbs splayed around her, her eyes glazed over and her ponytail mussed with sweat. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she tried to draw the air back into her lungs. After such a tight squeeze, she needed more time to recover. And that was time Emily wasn't going to allow her, as she dragged her toward the corner, lifting her up to the turnbuckle! As she felt herself hoisted off the ground, Molly began to raise her head back up, her eyes fixed on Emily with a narrowed glare. The muscles in her arms tensed and rippled; she tried to get them back up, to make some move in her defense. But when she barely had any air left in her lungs, she just couldn't bring her body to function the way it should have - and when Emily cracked her arm outward with a chop across her chest, she bucked upward, crying out in pain!

Molly sank back down against the ropes, her body still trembling. She bit at her lip, hissing under her breath in frustration - she knew she had to turn this around, to get Emily back, but she couldn't make it happen. All she could manage were a few words of defiance. "I won't...give up...to you-!" She was, after all, a Superstar, and she couldn't let this take her down!

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Smirking at Molly's loud cry of pain, Emily decided to make her eat those words of hers, as she dragged her back up to a standing position. "You will soon enough, my dear bunny. Have a taste of another dose of punishment!" Emily once again delivered a harsh chop to Molly's chest, this time leaving a red mark on her bare skin that would likely need some ice after this match was over.

Once Molly had slumped to the mat again, she turned her back to the blonde bunny and began to gyrate her hips, grabbing the ropes behind her. "Ready to see what royalty feels like? Open up!" Lowering her hips onto Molly's face, she began to shake her cheeks all over Molly, the crowd once again booing her for the embarrassment, but that was just the appetizer. Molly would likely try to push the noblewoman off, but before she could try, the maids that had accompanied Emily would come into play, grabbing her arms and keeping them pinned to the mat and unable to fight off the advances of their mistress!

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Molly desperately wanted to do something. She couldn't stop now; she couldn't crumble. She had grown used to being the weaker link of the British Bunnies, but those days were over. Now she was with the Superstars, and she had a clean slate in front of her. She was out to prove to the world she had what it took to prove herself worthy of the main event, and that nothing would stand in her way of doing so - she wouldn't be held back by her size, her youth, or her lack of experience. Yet now, Emily had managed to take her down all the same, leaving her pinned in the corner and with no place to escape. And as she lashed out with another chop clean across her chest, Molly threw her head back, filling the arena with the sound of a shrill scream that caused a few people in the crowd to wince. Molly sank back into the corner, wincing and trying to nurse the pain as she rubbed at her sternum. She knew she had to turn this around - yet right now, no matter what she tried to throw at her opponent, nothing seemed to be working!

When she looked back up, she came face to face with Emily's backside, hanging right in front of her as the white-haired girl swayed her hips from side to side. She let out a gasp when she heard her voice, already knowing what was to come. And just moments later, her fears were confirmed - as Emily shoved her hips backward, mashing Molly's head between the corner post and her own rear with a stinkface! Suddenly everything was dark and hot; she couldn't find enough room to breathe! All she could do was cry out in shock, but her voice was muffled into her opponent's cheeks! "Mmf! MMFF!"

She twisted and turned, trying to throw herself from side to side, but never going far. Desperate to escape before she was out of air, Molly tried to lift up her hands, reaching forward to push at Emily in the hopes of getting her off of her. But her hands never found their target. As a matter of fact, Emily was prepared for this! Suddenly, Molly found her arms twisted back and held out to the sides, as Emily's maids kept her pinned down! Molly couldn't see what they were doing, but she did feel something wrap around her arms, and no matter how hard she tried to pry them free, they wouldn't budge! Her struggles grew more desperate as she writhed back and forth and kicked at the air, and so too did her squeals and groans grow higher and more panicked. The crowd had begun to boo Emily for her interference, yet it didn't seem to slow her down!

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Even though the referee had failed to spot the interference on behalf of her maids that was keeping Molly in the corner, one thing she could do was keep track of how long the noblewoman was keeping the blonde in the corner and soon her time was used up, giving Emily the order to get out of the corner or she would start delivering the count towards a disqualification. Rolling her eyes, she finally relented and stepped away from Molly, giving her a much needed sense of fresh air.

However, just because Emily's royal backside was out of Molly's face did not mean she was out of the woods quite yet. She would grab her ankles and start dragging her towards the middle of the ring before beginning to turn her over onto her front. Hooking her legs underneath her arms, she would begin to sit further and further down as she began to lock her into a Boston Crab! "Time to make the little bunny scream for me~"

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As she struggled against the firm embrace of the maids holding her arms out to the side, Molly's teeth clenched in rage, even if no one could make out the look on her face from beneath Emily's rear. She had interfered in her sister's matches before, yes, but she was past that now - she was ready for a glorious comeback as one half of the Superstars, and she wanted to show the world she wouldn't need to stoop to such lows any more. But Emily, it seemed, had no scruples! Not only was her stinkface a show of utter contempt for her opponent, she was brazenly relying on outside help to maintain, and the referee didn't even seem to care! It made Molly want to scream, but she could barely move any air through her lungs in order to fuel her voice. All she could do was stamp her foot against the canvas in a show of defiance - at least, until Emily at last stepped away from her, leaving Molly slumped against the corner post.

Her head and shoulders dangled low with her arms still hooked around the ropes, keeping her up as she slumped beneath the weight of her own fatigue. Her face was red, and sweat trickled down her brow. After being smothered so tightly between Emily's ass and the corner post, Molly was going to need more time to collect herself. But that was time Emily wouldn't afford her! She grabbed Molly by the legs, and with a yelp, the blonde slipped down, leaving her flat on the canvas - and wide open, as Emily rolled her on her face, then pulled her legs backward to bend her into an arc with a Boston crab!

At first, feeling the pressure closing in on her spine and compressing it into shapes it was never meant to bend in, Molly let out a scream. She could feel her vertebrae creak and pop, each time sending a wave of pain through her body. However, after the initial shock wore off...Molly realized that as far as Boston crabs went, this one wasn't so bad. When she took in a few pants to catch her breath and looked back at Emily, she realized that she'd been through far worse from Harmonia, in all the training they'd been through together. Even though Emily weighed more than Molly, she had dealt with worse crabs from women closer to her size! That meant that for all her trickery and all her cruelty, Emily lacked in strength - that, she realized, was why she needed to rely on the maids. Molly hissed under her breath; the realization reminded her of just how outraged she was at Emily's conduct. But at the same time...she knew she could make use of this.

Molly's fingers curled inward to grab at the canvas, trying to stabilize herself in place. If she could get a firm enough grip, she would go on to roll herself forward onto her chest - hopefully, with enough momentum, she could shake Emily off, or even roll her over entirely!