The Armadillo and the Snake: Gil "Arma-Gil-O" vs Emaline "the Emerald Viper", Multi-fall match

[Kreydos]

"I apologise but I will not comply with your request." Emaline replied with a feigned forlorn sigh before breaking character and giggling maliciously. She grabbed Gil's right arm, pulled it behind her back, and twisted it at an irregular angle, locking her in a chickenwing. The pinkette laid atop her opponent as she applied the hold, purposely pressing her breasts onto the brunette's back.

While keeping the chickenwing in place, Emaline shifted her body forwards and brought herself face to face with Gil, taking a moment to appreciate the expression on her face before speaking up. "You should feel honoured." The Viper declared in a condescending manner, her lips curled into a self-satisifed smile. "With your assistance, I can execute holds which I never possessed the opportunity to, at least not in the squared circle." She wrenched the chickenwing tighter. "Moreover, I can even personally conduct extensive research on them." Again, she wrenched the chickenwing tighter. "On that note, in terms of comfortability, how does this chickenwing compare to the armbar you experienced earlier?"

[Arista]

"Huh...?" Gil mumbled out, her eyes holding just barely half-open, her nose donning a light red color from making rough contact with that mat in Emaline's successful, yet brutal effort to keep the torment ongoing. Despite the venomous woman's interpretation of Gil as a fighter, this wasn't exactly par for the course for her. Her record may have shown her to be a jobber, but once in the ring, even in her losses, she gave everyone a run for the money, not being a walk in the park for anyone. Emaline, however, found her to be no issue at all as she asserted her dominance.

It wouldn't take long for her to be jolted out of her half-dazed state, as Emaline wrenched her arm behind her back, bringing immediate discomfort to Gil. "Shut-." Gil bit her tongue on what she was about to say, she didn't want to anger someone who was already doing her so much harm in a relatively passive state. A bit of disappointment and shame washed over her, she never thought that she'd keep her mouth shut just because she was afraid, half the time, it was impossible to get her to stop talking at all.

Gil's discomfort turned into sharp pains with the tightening of the move, forcing a short, quick, yelp to escape her lips. "AH!" Her shoulder felt like it was about to pop out of place, she tried to rotate her body along-side the tightening, if only to aid the pain slightly, or decrease the odds of injury. "Sh-shut up...!" Gil spat out in a sudden outburst. The pain was one thing, it was wrestling, it was to be expected, but she wasn't going to help her opponent feel out what she could do to hurt others going forward. "Kiss my butt...! Once I get out of this, your face will be rammed so far up my backside, you won't know anything else...!"

[Kreydos]

"~Ohoho, my.~" Emaline reacted to Gil's outburst with aristocratic laugher. "~The plucky little stepping stone is threatening me.~" The pinkette remarked before she threw a quick jab at her opponent's nose with her free arm. "It is commendable, I must admit." She jokingly stated as she transitioned to another hold. With dexterous swiftness, she shifted her body forwards and snaked her legs around the brunette's throat for another headscissor, this time an inverse figure-four variant. And for some extra flourish, Emaline planted an open palm on the ground and pushed both herself and her trapped victim's neck upwards.

Headscissor Reference

"For your vigorous spunk to endure loss after loss is worthy of high praise." She sarcastically complimented Gil. "You have my sincere gratitude for always persisting as the wholesome but bumbling fool that you are." The Viper added with light laughter as she clamped the figure-four tighter. "The nugatory resistance and the defiant obstinance of the victim makes the experience so much more delectable."

[Arista]

The two clashed verbally. Not so much physically, however. It was about as one-sided as it could get so far, with Emaline using Gil as a "stepping stone" to further herself in L.A.W. Gil opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced by another fist to the nose. She couldn't really grasp a situation long enough to break free, by the time she did, Emaline was moving on to the next thing, or was knocking her out cold.

The transition from one move to the next went smoothly, Emaline put on quite the show for the audience, and for what fans she had that could tolerate her antics. They would have to be something of a sadist themselves if they found themselves rooting for someone as mean-spirited as Emaline.

Gil lifted up both her hand and pawed desperately at her tormentors thigh, all to no avail, as to be expected. A turn around was needed now. If she had gathered anything from this match, it was that Emaline liked to play with her food, she wasn't here just to win, she wanted to make an example out of her foes. That, and she looked down on her greatly. That alone didn't give Gil any hints on to what her weaknesses may be, so she'd have to put all she had in to one guess.

There was little though put in to what to do, but Gil let her dominant arm fall to the mat, then drove it up as hard as she could into Emaline's stomach! Gil wasn't one to strike, she only had done it once or twice before this, but the conditions had been met that pushed her to strike. She was, 1. In a desperate situation, and 2. Going against someone who she saw as a bully.

[Kreydos]

"~Hmmmmm~" Emaline hummed in audible pleasure at the scene of her opponent feebly pawing at her thighs. "You-guh!" She went to hurl more insults only to get blindsided by a gut punch, forcing a surprised and pained wheeze out of her lungs. More urgently, it caused her to literally drop the figure-four; both her own body as well as the brunette's trapped head collapsed onto the canvas as the pinkette disentangled her legs from Gil's head and rolled away.

"Gnnnn..." Clutching onto her stomach, Emaline let out a pained groan as she curled up into the fetal position. However, such a display was merely a ploy. Though the punch truly did leave her in agony, she was more than ready to sweep the American's legs to trip her over should she approach too closely. If the Viper's ruse deception succeeded, she would immediately exploit the opening and pounce on the fallen Gil, viciously driving an elbow sharply into her chest.

And for good measure, Emaline clasped both hands together and held them up high before brutally swinging downwards, slamming her opponent's chest with a double axe handle. She wore a disdainful expression which barely disguised her vengeful irritation while carrying out her counter attack. However, such an expression would soon melt away if she successfully reverses Gil's attempts to take control of the match. "~Oh, you poor girl.~" Emaline snickered as she expressed false sympathy. "~You had your hopes raised, hadn't you?~"

[Arista]

A swing and a hit! She landed one simple, and not particularly powerful punch to the gut, which all but confirmed her guess on Emaline, that being, that she could dish it out like no other, but she wasn't built to take any of it!

The opportunity was there as soon as the blow landed, Gil's head fell against the mat, she had to push herself up, but she was in no shape to do anything fast. Emaline had drained her, already having knocked her out twice, though only one of them was counted. Gil was determined to make what Emaline thought was her prolonging her pain and suffering something that would benefit her instead, it would be her second chance, and chance to kick some serious butt...!

She pushed herself through it, the exhaustion, the pain, the aches, all of it. She lifted up onto her feet, standing up over Emaline. She had to take her chance, but she just wouldn't move quickly enough. Any other time, Gil would have seen the leg sweep, she would have had time to hop over it with time to spare, but she just couldn't, instead she tumbled down like a house of cards.

Gil fell back hard against the mat, not even bracing herself for the fall. She tried to rise back up, but crushing blow to the chest kept her flat. Emaline's crushing attack would land like a sledgehammer against a vase. Gil felt a burning in her lunges as she forced out a breath, her sternum felt like it had cracked, she wasn't strong enough to inflict that kind of damage, but Gil was wearing down more and more with every little hit she took.

[Kreydos]

"~So pitiful...~" The Viper commented in a semi-erotic tone as she stood up and loomed over Gil's beaten and battered body. With a self-important grin, Emaline combed the back of her head before she imperiously crossed her arms and stepped on her opponent's throat with her right foot. She then lifted her left leg into the air and balanced on the other, all while keeping her arms crossed. This allowed her to focus all of her weight onto her right foot and thus focus all of her weight down onto Gil's neck.

The sadistic snake didn't stop there however. When the brunette invariably attempted to pry off the foot on her throat with her hands, the pinkette would stomp down onto Gil's crotch and repeat the same torturous treatment to her genitals. "I genuinely hope that you don't mind me interpreting your role as 'stepping stone' literally." Emaline supplemented her cruel stomping with relentless teasing. "Though, I feel that the audience may be experiencing some disappointment. Save for one occasion, they have yet to witness a butt related move in a match which involved you." She lamented in a pompous fashion. "Shall I remedy that?"

Regardless of how Gil answers back, the Viper would respond by using her opponent's body as a trampoline to jump into the air before crashing her rear right onto Gil's face.

[Arista]

To come so close to getting ahead, to make a move of her own only for it to be stripped out from under her in a moment's notice left a sour taste in her mouth. Her persistence garnered a build-up of hope among her fans, only for it to be shattered in a moment's notice, Emaline, was on top once more.

Gil felt a heavy press down on her chest, Emaline's elbow dug deep into her, chipping away at whatever hope she had left inside of her. But this was only the beginning of Emaline's continuing show of dominance. Gil already struggled to bring in healthy breaths after the torment she had been forced to endure, so it was made no easier by Emaline stepping, pressing, and balancing herself on Gil's throat. She gargled out what could only be understood as a plea for mercy, her hands wrapped around Emaline's ankle in a futile attempt to somehow move the woman off of her.

Her attempts, no matter how fruitless they already were, were halted by her foe's heel stomping into her crotch. Emaline wasn't making herself a fan favorite to say the least, her brutality toward an already weakened and likely defeated foe showed her lack of mercy, but Gil figured she wasn't here to build a reputation, at least not a favorable one...

As soon as the punishment had began, it had ended. Threats of a smother would usually light Gil up. She much preferred to be the one delivering rather than the one taking such a humiliating move, but at this point, the humiliation might be better than anything else she may have up her sleeves. With the threat, came the delivery, Emaline's feet came up from under her and her butt came crashing down right into Gil's face, burying her features deep in her backside. "Mmmph...!" What little energy was left would likely be exhausted until Emaline saw fit to end the match. Gil's knees bended up only to extend out flat against the mat again, slowly, and without much urgency, it was clear, she posed no threat to anyone in this state.

[Kreydos]

Emaline spent the next couple seconds gyrating her butt all over Gil's face, literally rubbing in the ignominy of the moment. "You see, this is why you do not make promises that you can not keep." With a haughty chuckle, the Viper condescendingly lectured her opponent. "You declared that I will recieve 'the whole nine-yards'." She paused and lifted her rear into the air. It plunged back downwards a second later. "Yet all I recieved was a confirmation of how pathetic you are."

After half a minute or so of facesitting, Emaline would transition to another headscissor. She repositioned herself and sat on the brunette's chest before trapping one of her arms as well as her throat between the loveless embrace of two steely thighs for a triangle headscissor. And to make matters worse, the pinkette grabbed hold of Gil's free arm by the wrist and twisted it at an irregular angle, supplementing the suffocating chokehold with a painful wristlock.

Headscissor Reference

Emaline sneered as she gazed upon her trapped victim, her eyes filled to the brim with pure malice. "And this is why I prefer headscissors over butt smothers." She patronisingly elucidated. "Watching your cheeks turn crimson and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you fruitlessly struggle for breath is such a delightful and invigorating experience." She punctuated her words with a less than subtle moan. "Moreover, the look in the victim's eyes, whether it be that of persistent defiance or defeated capitulation, is the metaphorical 'cherry on top'." Clamping the headscissor tighter, she stared deeper into Gil's eyes. "In your final fleeting moments, what look will you have in your eyes?"

[Arista]

Gil came to understand a few things about Emaline, one of which being: she was an expert at rubbing salt in a fresh wound, her verbal taunts could cut as deep against a sensitive opponent as any other lock, hold, or strike ever could. Gil, for the most part, knew how to let it roll of her shoulders. But that wasn't the only thing Emaline had a proficiency for, she was also well versed in tormenting her opponents physically. After all, she couldn't rub salt in the wound if there was no wound at all!

Having already been rudely awoken by a facesitting before, she expected the second dose to come around a little easier, but, of course, it didn't. Gil wasn't really sure the last time she had a match without landing a smother, had it ever happened before at all? To save her pride in the moment, she didn't think any further on it. But still, she was still face deep in Emaline's bottom, her nose buried deep between her cheeks. Her arms lifted and allowed her to brush her hands across Emaline's thighs, only for them to fall back to the mat limply. She was done.

Just as she began to slip into unconsciousness, she would be brought back into it, the weight lifting from her face as she sucked in a deep breath, was it mercy? Please let it be mercy, she couldn't take anymore of this, she had to be done, no one could be so cruel to keep pulling her back into the match, over and over again. But, she was that cruel. She would be locked in another headscissors, her head laying back on top of the evil woman's thighs while the other clamped tightly over her throat. "God, please stop..." Her pleas would fall upon deaf ears, Emaline carried on, no matter her begs for mercy and the roaring disapproval of the crowd.

What Emaline got a look at were eyes that barely had fight left in them, a small glimmer remained, but nothing that could scare away her. Gil shut her eyes, not wanting to give her any satisfaction, rather accepting her defeat than keep begging for release. Her already exhausted body fell limp as she slipped out of conciseness. Even with the amount of fight Gil had in her, she couldn't keep going. She was knocked out for a second time, drawing the match to conclusion with a decisive ringing of the bell.

DING DING.