Poisoning The Empress - Emelia Eclaire vs. Aoki Natsumi

[TickTock]

Mercy Match
No Count-Outs, No DQ, No Pinfalls. Victory to be only when one wrestler accepts the other's verbal submission.

LAW hadn't seen anything like her.

Or, at least, that's what she was hoping. Emelia knew that LAW was filled with sadists that were more in it for the pain than for the pay, but in her mind, none of them could match her sheer ferocity, her athleticism, her drive, her... venom. And she was one of the hottest young talents out of America that LAW had signed recently, having the craft and the skill of a seasoned vet in only 3 years of experience, while also having a flashy personality and hot looks to match. She would be the complete package...

... if she wasn't so deranged. She often sought to hurt her opponents more than she tried to actually beat them. Pinfalls were a rarity, if ever a thing for her, and she often held her submissions long after the bell. Not to mention her incessant bullying and attacking backstage, meant that LAW had their hands filled with her. Still, she had limitless potential if she could just be.. reigned in a bit, and thus, Emelia was given quite the match-up in her debut.

A Mercy Match, one that meant that there was no disqualifications, no count-outs, no pinfalls even. The only way to win was to get your opponent to submit, and to accept their submission. Like an 'I Quit' match, or a submission match, only both competitors had to consent to the match ending. Usually saved for grudge matches, Emelia was getting it in her debut, against a woman seeking a bounce back after a terrible start to her LAW career, Aoki Natsumi. Was it desperation that called her to accept the match? Confidence? Maybe a hefty payment?

Emelia didn't care. One look at Aoki made her drool, and she happily accepted the terms. And now, the crowd was treated to red and yellow flashing lights, as the debutee's music played.



Walking her way out, her tongue came out of her mouth and lolled, before lapping along her lips and sauntering down the ramp. While a young, brown-eyed American would often catch eyes, anyone in the crowd who got close to Emelia typically... flinched back. Either due to gazing into her wide, crazed eyes, or having those teeth snap at them, she quickly served to show the fans that she wasn't a typical blonde that they could treat like eye-candy.

Getting to the ring, Emelia crawled underneath the bottom rope, and dragged her lower half behind her, as though to mimic slithering inside, before spinning around and leaning her back against the ropes kneeling. The viper awaited her opponent, unable to hide her excitement, a drop of drool falling from the corner of her lips, and her belly raising and falling in deep, almost labored breaths.

Oh, it had been quite the trip from California to Japan, and all that time away from the ring left her starved.

[Violet]

Aoki's dressing room suddenly shrunk as she read through the challenge on her phone. Her eyes widened. Her throat suddenly went dry. Her lips pursed and trembled. It was a Mercy match. A match where your fate is completely on your foe's hand and theirs on yours. The match ending only when the victor wanted to. She didn't know what to feel about this. Her record in LAW hadn't been the best, to say the least. And she placed no confidence that the management's booking was for the best of her wellbeing. She came here for the challenge. The fun of competing. Spicing things up off her already successful wrestling life. But all she got were slaughter. Smothered, bearhugged, and fucked to submission by foe's who would have been lesser than her, had this been in the custom world where she cultivated her name. Her reputation had been dragged through the mud that returning to her former career would be nigh impossible. The only way for her to go is forward. Fight and hope for the best.

And yet, in spite of all this self-doubt, there was one thing she knew. And that is on how to put a show!

Aoki burst out of the gorilla position under the cloak of her music and cheers of her loyal fans. She carried a smug look that erased any opening to see through the insecurity backstage. It was as if she was a different person. The Purple Empress!

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Spotlight rained down her regal purple outfit as it outlined her every jaw-dropping feature. It cupped her voluptuous melon-sized chest as a window at her cleavage offered a peek of the pristine complexion her suit hid. The purple tight enough that her butt might as well have been bare as it pressed against the fabric! Before finally sliding down her slender athletic thighs and legs! Hand on her cocked hip, the other folded as it weaved through her luscious hair, the crowd drooled, oggled and raveled at the sight!

The Purple Empress then walked down the rampway as confidence personified! Poised as her title implied! Not long after, she scaled the steps toward the ring apron then weaved a leg over the middle rope. Her upper body bent forward as it followed suit. Bowing her back to show off her bountiful backside that subtly wiggled as she stared at the stupefied crowd with a grin. Aoki then retreated to her corner, slumped and lugged her arms on top of the ropes that flanked the post. She eyed her foe up and down with a smug smirk. Haughty youngster who didn't know better.

"Ara! Ara! What a way to end your career before it even started, sweetheart!"

[TickTock]

Perfection.

If wrestling was decided purely on looks and sex appeal, Aoki would already be the Heavyweight Champion. And that was how things went in that scripted wrestling that she participated in, having a sexy as hell body, being tall enough to satisfy middle-aged mens' Amazon fantasies, and a cute face that was marketable, so she was 'pushed' up high in the company. But now, now that she was in a real wrestling company, where matches weren't scripted and everything was real? She was a loser, a woman who hadn't won a match yet, and now was being thrown into a snake pit by facing a hungry newcomer by the name of Emelia Eclaire.

And goodness, hungry doesn't even begin to describe Emelia as she stared down Aoki as she walked out. Her body was so succulent, so juicy, every curve of hers demanded attenton, from those humongous melons on her chest, down to those voluptuous hips and tantalizing rear, and even those wide thighs... was Emelia drooling? Just in case, her tongue swiped over her lips as the Empress entered the ring and rested on her corner.

"Oh, on contrast, I'd sssay that you've chosen quite the match to end yours!" She hissed back playfully, eyes narrowed in an almost seductive glare at the woman and her hips sauntering from side to side. Clearly, the girl had an infatuation for the Empress, but only time would tell how that infatuation would be shown, as the bell rung to signal the start of the match.

*DING DING*

And like that, Emelia ran forward, leaping into the air. A foot would raise halfway, almost as though aimed for Aoki's gut, before suddenly dropping down, and the blonde's other leg would raise up, all the way towards her opponent's face, aimed to nail her with a hard Bicycle Kick right to her gorgeous features to start things off!

[Violet]

Aoki had qualms walking into this match. Victory has never blessed even one of her matches. Piling humiliations after humiliations! Each bout reduced to the shadow of the former shadow of her lustrous custom career! Her fans now cheered on her matches for completely different reasons. Looking to have her violated and decimated in the ring instead of dominating! If Emelia told her the same thing backstage, it’d probably have gotten to her. But in the ring, Aoki is the Purple Empress! And no one is allowed to desecrate her like that!

“Snakes should pick what they provoke lest they find themselves trampled!” The Empress quipped as she sauntered to the center of the ring. Then settled with her posture now tall and regal with one fist on her hip. “Or should I say buried!” A smirk flashed in their visage as she grazed her mighty smothering breast with her fingers. Alluring the snake girl like a charmer!

The bell then rang and the Empress bore a stance to meet Emelia head-on! The highly telegraphed move was picked by Aoki and stood low to catch that limb with glee. “Rook~ Guhhh!” But all that turned out to be a ruse for a front kick!

Her expression that bounced back off the kick was devoid of all the smugness it carried pre-fight! Cross-eyed and gaped maw! Her body was reduced to nothing but a sack of bricks as it flopped to the mat with a thud! Aoki was out mere seconds into the match!

[TickTock]

Emelia wouldn't dare attack her opponent's fragile ego before they stepped into the ring. A woman such as Aoki was a rare breed, one so juicy and voluptuous, yet so tall and imposing. Such amazing prey couldn't get scared too early, or else they'd run back into their holes and the predator would starve. No, instead the predator watched and waited, she let her prey's confidence build and build, until it foolishly thought it could take on the world without any escape.

And after that bell rung, Aoki was trapped. Trapped in the snake's pit, and all it would take was one strong hit for her to realize that.

That bicycle kick was one that was difficult to properly guess on. The raise of her left leg usually made inexperienced or foolish minds react to that one movement, without any thought of there being more to it. And the Empress did just that, lowering her body and moving her limbs out of the way of her pretty face as though expecting a gut kick. That's when Emelia moved with blurring speed, alternating her legs and raising her right foot high, thrusting it to slam with brutal strength against her purple-haired opponent's features.

And in any other match, that'd be the finishing blow. Aoki's face of shock and pain before her body collapsed amused Emelia, who licked her lips as she crumpled to the ground, seemingly unconscious and ripe for a pinfall to end the match before it truly began. But the rules of this match forbid that. The only way to win a Mercy Match was to accept a forfeiture from your opponent, and that couldn't happen while her opponent was out cold.

"Ohoho... you're one to talk about burials, dear." She taunted her opponent's laid-out form, hands wrapping around one of her ankles and yanking on her body, tugging her to the center of the ring. Long fingers then hungrily dug against the fat of that plump thigh barely hidden in that skin-tight eggplant suit, even smacking the flesh to make it jiggle, before using a hand to hook Aoki's foot underneath her pit. "Wakey wakey, dear.." Emelia said with a sadistic chuckle, before, with the speed of a rattlesnake's strike, jumping and wrapping her legs tight around that long limb, landing back-first on the ground and yanking back with all of her might to inflict a hard Heel Hook onto her opponent.

Her body squeezing down onto that leg like an anaconda, the Viper wrenched that hold over and over again, constantly yanking and twisting it to act as a sadistic awakening for Aoki, and introduce her to the world of agony that Emelia Eclaire gave to her opponents.

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[Violet]

The kick hit her face flush and shut down the world around her! Aoki didn't see it coming and her fall showed just that. Undignified and lifeless. As if she was a marionette with its strings cut! Her voluptuous body flopped and jiggled on the mat before it tensed, her nerves froze! Aoki was out cold!

The crowd cheered at the suddenness of it! This would have been the end if it was any other match. Just seconds before the bell rang! But the stipulation meant it might be just the end of the beginning act! And the savage hardcore fans might just get what they came here for all throughout the match!

Her limb offered no resistance as it was hefted, snagged, and pulled! All of this unbeknownst as Aoki was still caught in her slumber. A peaceful slumber that Emelia cruelly took with a Heel Hook!

"UAGGGGHHHHH!" Aoki woke up with a horrifying scream as pain overtook her limb and joints like a firestorm! Her head whipped back and bobbed as if it would alleviate the pain! Her pained expression shot perfectly and displayed in the jumbotron! It brought back her scarring experience with Camie who also used the move with proficiency! And like her first encounter, the purple empress got no answer but to scream and beg as it became unbearable!

[TickTock]

Emelia had done her homework. Aoki had lost every contest she found herself in, often in decisive fashion. And her most decisive loss? At the hands of the deceptively cute Camie Young, who hid her sadism behind cat ears. And one of the moves that she used to make the Empress sob? It was this brutal Heel Hook, putting an awful torque on the calf and heel of the heavyweight's, twisting her leg and putting tight pressure on her entire lower limb. And with her arm hooked over that ankle, she even had the benefit to be able to twist it.

"Oooh, your cries only just begin to feed me, my delectable delicacy! Keep going, let the fans hear that sweet voice!" Emelia's words were playful, yet evil, having witnessed how this hold had absolutely broken Aoki in the past, and was using it to its maximum efficiency here. Her hips were constantly bobbing, pushing upward along with a flex of her arms to yank back tight and put extra pressure on that leg. Her hips bumping against that knee, forcing it to move sideways in an unnatural motion, the Viper was attacking every point on that leg.

For to be in the viper's coils, only then would you know true pain. Emelia was an expert on maximizing the agony unleashed in her submissions, and there was no exception here. Her own legs even acted as a constrict on Aoki's plump thigh, squeezing down on it like a compressor and adding additional pressure.

In the hands of Emelia, a submission like this could be a career-ender. Give her enough time, and every part of that leg would be shredded. Only time would tell if she would do just that as, after all, Aoki could give up at any time...

[Violet]

"GAAHHHHAAHHH!" Tears flooded her eyes as the hold stretched the fragile ligaments of her leg damn too near to breaking point. Her screams hoarsely scratched her throat and filled the arena as if anyone would hear her voice from afar and save her. Aoki couldn't believe the position she got herself in. Writhing and sobbing after being painted on the mat mere seconds into the match. Just like any other match, lost with her in submission or even worse, with her trying to to end it all. And now it felt like she'd sunk even lower for having forced to submit in another dominating fashion.

"Nou-gahh!" She gritted not only to herself but loud enough for Emelia too. It'd be no use to surrender now. Doing so would only likely please Emelia to torture her more. In an act of stubborness, Aoki would try to roll herself over to her front. Curtains of purple hair hid her look of agony as pain be damned, she'd crawl. She'd use her weight advantage to carry Emelia with her if that's what it's going to cost. Each inch would pump a stifled cry worth it if Emelia would even let her graze and grab the ropes!

[TickTock]

To end up in the coils of Emelia Eclaire -- that was something no one wanted, and that was what was being put on display currently. All it took was one mere strike to cause Aoki to topple like a tree cut from its roots, and from there, her body was a buffet. At least, that's how Emelia saw it. So many targets, so many maneuvers, the possibilities were merely endless, and she just so happened to choose one that was the purple-haired woman's bane. The Heel Hook. And despite her childish weeping and sorrow-inducing cries of agony, she was… actually attempting to escape. She must've known that a snake like Emelia wouldn't release such fine prey so easily, and it was also what she did in her Camie match. And in the rest of her matches. It was Aoki's whole career so far.

She tried.

Maybe Aoki could cut a promo with that being her tagline. That no matter how easily she is to beat, how much her plump, malleable body got hurt, how her fans turned into a pageant of sadists who adored seeing the 6-footer sob… she always at least tried before giving up. Inch by inch, fingertip by fingertip, she crawled! Emelia made it as difficult as she could on her, twisting her body as though to place more pressure on Aoki and…

… huzzah! She made it. Her fingers hooked over that cable, and salvation was found! Emelia was forced to relinquish the hold and, in a way, that was the Empress's victory. She refused to give up a mere minute into the match!

Unfortunately, the bell didn't ring and declare her the winner. Turns out that moral victories were not official, and despite clinging to the rope, the Viper was still free to attack her at this point. Which she did. A high leap into the air was followed by a guillotine dropping onto Aoki's shredded leg in the form of the blonde's sharp knee, trying to entice the heavyweight's reflexes. To cover up and let go of the ropes.

And if she did, Emelia would snatch that ankle and give it a mighty tug! Not quite ragdolling the beaut(just yet), that yank should create sufficient space between Aoki's fingers and the ropes, in which the Viper went back onto the assault once more, using that grip on her ankle to lift that aching leg and smash it down onto the mat repeatedly. Up and down, up and down, up and down, one could count if they desired.

Eventually, Emelia transitioned, wrapping her arm around that ankle, coiling her legs around that meaty thigh, and dropping her back down against the mat, locked in the Heel Hook once more! And after assuring her hips pressed against the underneath of that knee, the blonde bridged her body, supported by her tip-toes and her head. A perfect C-shape, with Aoki's limb practically being forced to curve to accommodate, along with the violent twisting and yanking to boot!

Could the Empress escape from this?!

[Violet]

No start is worse than this. The Purple Empress was being picked apart by someone almost half her size! And she could do nothing but drag her lumbering, bulky figure that somehow can't peel off a pesky girl trying to tear her leg across the ring. That or surrender, but what's left of her but a shred of dignity, right?

The sadistic blonde was hellbent on wiping off that thought though with a knee that crashed onto her leg like a pike impaling her to the mat! "GAAAAAGHHAHH!" Aoki's screams have no limits now as she was pushed past hers! Her eyes welled in tears, too shocked to sob as her arms shot to tender her throbbing leg!

But once the veiled intent was revealed… as she was tugged by her boot like a livestock drawn back to the slaughterhouse, Aoki broke down even more! "No..No!! Noo, please!!" Aoki begged through her scratched throat and with a grave look of someone too afraid to acknowledge what's going to happen next!

The sight of such a goddess-like body bending in such an ungodly way and buckling and struggling from the hold like a demon-possesed can make any audience cringe into their seat! But if that's not enough, Aoki's shriek and cry from each tighten and yank showed how utterly helpless she was! The taps on the mat came almost instantaneously, then became bangs, then accompanied by the words, "I give up", "Stop" and "Please" in every language and way she knows!