Emaline's Emerald Enclave or simply 'The Enclave' is a heel stable lead by Emaline 'the Emerald Viper'. Other than Emaline, the other two prominent members are Yoro 'Yoyo' Yobi and Shira 'Killswitch'. The stable consists of new additions to LAW who joined together with Emaline, ostensibly to work together as newbies to help establish themselves in LAW. In actuality, the stable exists for Emaline's own ambitions and whatever benefit it brings to its other members are usually unintended side effects. Despite that, the Enclave possess good synergy, with Emaline as the agile and dangerous but brittle glass cannon, Yoro as the durable but blunt tank, and Shira as the defensive specialist who can substitute as an offensive powerhouse if need be.
Members:
Emaline
Emaline: She is a pretentious, narcissistic, and sadistic heel who specialises in highflying kicks and chokeholds. However, she is also a glass cannon and while she can dish out damage, she doesn't do to well when on the receiving end. Expect an inordinate amount of taunting when losing against Emaline and an inordinate amount of whining when winning.
Yoro
Yoro Yobi: She is bubbly and amiable, whose wrestling 'strategy' lacks any sort of grace or technique, instead relying on throwing her weight at her opponents via splashes or smothers. She is also rather durable and can take a tremendous amount of punishment without having her spirit broken. She's supposed to be a heel but is anything but. She is also prone to accidentally making innuendos.
Killswitch
Killswitch : She is timid and soft-spoken person with a defensive style revolving around counters. However, her most interesting trait is her alternate personality, a 'switch' activatable by Emaline which not only dampen's Killswitch timidity, but vastly improves her speed and technical skill.
Triple E Mini-story
Context: After losing her debut match (seen here), Emaline spends some time winding down in her apartment with her friends.
Still dressed in her ring outfit, Emaline stared at the ceiling as she laid on her sofa, lightly pressing a cold compress onto her stomach.
"Wow..." Yoro mused aloud from Emaline's side. "She really gave you a pounding, huh?"
"Mhm..." Emaline grunted in somewhat annoyed agreement.
"I mean, she really did." Yoro carried on. "She really laid into you."
"Mhm..." Emaline grunted again, this time letting more of her irritation leak into her mannerisms.
"I swear, it's like she ram-"
"Yoro!" The pinkette snapped. "As the one who was subjected to this traumatising experience, I would appreciate it if you refrained from... whatever it is you're going on about."
"Oh, right, sorry!" With a cough, Yoro apologised. "Still though, it's pretty crazy. You losing your debut match wasn't something I thought would've happened."
"And yet, it did!" Before anyone knew it, Emaline started ranting. "Could you imagine my horror?! Here I was, dictating the match from a position of absolute authority with this vanilla nobody being slave to my every whim, when all of a sudden, she just turns it all around! It's preposterous! Just the thought of her stupid blue hair growing those ridiculous cat ears causes my blood to boil."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry to hear that." Yoro tried comforting her friend. "In my opinion, you really should've won that match."
"If you're truly sorry then offer me some support."
"Will do!" Yoro chirped eagerly. "Your silky hair is a beautiful shade of pink, you're a terrific wrestler, and honestly, despite your many, many flaws, I've always considered you my bestest friend."
"I meant physical support you daft dimwit! Help me up!" Emaline paused halfway through her words and cleared her throat. Then she spoke in a much softer tone. "But thanks. That... that means a lot to me."
"Oh, ah right!" Yoro answered as she edged over closer to Emaline and helped pull the pinkette to her feet. Then Yoro wrapped Emaline's arm around her neck and continued to prop up her friend. "So where are we going?"
"Down." Emaline uttered flatly before sweeping Yoro by legs and taking them both down into the sofa. Before Yoro knew it, her friend had wrapped her arms around her throat and trapped her in an arm triangle choke.
"Wha-why?!" Yoro gasped in surprise. "Y-you're choking me!"
"Don't be such a baby." Tightening the chokehold, Emaline replied coldly. "You know you can take it."
"Y-yeah but what about you?" The tightening hold made Yoro's voice a lot more croaky. "Y-you should be recuperating."
"This is mental recuperation." Emaline declared haughtily. "I've a lot of pent up stress and frustration and I'm blowing them all on you."
"Ah, I see!" Yoro responded with a smile despite her current predicament.
"H-hey..." A timid voice joined in. Shira. "Emaline, I-I feel like I'm no longer needed here, may I leave?
"I see no issue." Emaline replied. "Farewell for now. And don't forget, there's lemon ice tea in the fridge if you so desire."
"I appreciate the gesture but I'll have to decline." Shira answered with a light chuckle as she moved to leave. "I'll see you girls later."
Still trapped in Emaline's chokehold, Yoro simply shot Shira a shaky thumbs up before waving goodbye. A few seconds later, her hand fell limply to the ground.
Still dressed in her ring outfit, Emaline stared at the ceiling as she laid on her sofa, lightly pressing a cold compress onto her stomach.
"Wow..." Yoro mused aloud from Emaline's side. "She really gave you a pounding, huh?"
"Mhm..." Emaline grunted in somewhat annoyed agreement.
"I mean, she really did." Yoro carried on. "She really laid into you."
"Mhm..." Emaline grunted again, this time letting more of her irritation leak into her mannerisms.
"I swear, it's like she ram-"
"Yoro!" The pinkette snapped. "As the one who was subjected to this traumatising experience, I would appreciate it if you refrained from... whatever it is you're going on about."
"Oh, right, sorry!" With a cough, Yoro apologised. "Still though, it's pretty crazy. You losing your debut match wasn't something I thought would've happened."
"And yet, it did!" Before anyone knew it, Emaline started ranting. "Could you imagine my horror?! Here I was, dictating the match from a position of absolute authority with this vanilla nobody being slave to my every whim, when all of a sudden, she just turns it all around! It's preposterous! Just the thought of her stupid blue hair growing those ridiculous cat ears causes my blood to boil."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry to hear that." Yoro tried comforting her friend. "In my opinion, you really should've won that match."
"If you're truly sorry then offer me some support."
"Will do!" Yoro chirped eagerly. "Your silky hair is a beautiful shade of pink, you're a terrific wrestler, and honestly, despite your many, many flaws, I've always considered you my bestest friend."
"I meant physical support you daft dimwit! Help me up!" Emaline paused halfway through her words and cleared her throat. Then she spoke in a much softer tone. "But thanks. That... that means a lot to me."
"Oh, ah right!" Yoro answered as she edged over closer to Emaline and helped pull the pinkette to her feet. Then Yoro wrapped Emaline's arm around her neck and continued to prop up her friend. "So where are we going?"
"Down." Emaline uttered flatly before sweeping Yoro by legs and taking them both down into the sofa. Before Yoro knew it, her friend had wrapped her arms around her throat and trapped her in an arm triangle choke.
"Wha-why?!" Yoro gasped in surprise. "Y-you're choking me!"
"Don't be such a baby." Tightening the chokehold, Emaline replied coldly. "You know you can take it."
"Y-yeah but what about you?" The tightening hold made Yoro's voice a lot more croaky. "Y-you should be recuperating."
"This is mental recuperation." Emaline declared haughtily. "I've a lot of pent up stress and frustration and I'm blowing them all on you."
"Ah, I see!" Yoro responded with a smile despite her current predicament.
"H-hey..." A timid voice joined in. Shira. "Emaline, I-I feel like I'm no longer needed here, may I leave?
"I see no issue." Emaline replied. "Farewell for now. And don't forget, there's lemon ice tea in the fridge if you so desire."
"I appreciate the gesture but I'll have to decline." Shira answered with a light chuckle as she moved to leave. "I'll see you girls later."
Still trapped in Emaline's chokehold, Yoro simply shot Shira a shaky thumbs up before waving goodbye. A few seconds later, her hand fell limply to the ground.