Noblesse Oblige: Maria Crawford vs. Emily Nelson

[BlackAkuma]

That errant elbow might not have seemed like much to a casual observer, but Maria was quite happy for it, knowing that Emily was one of the tightest wrestlers Wrestle Angels had ever produced. Even now, years removed from the promotion, she could still see all the hallmarks that had made her such a force to reckon with - the speed, the strength, the execution, all wrapped up in a tidy package. She might not have been overwhelming in any one area, but she made up for it in so many ways.

That was made shockingly clear now, as she brought her crashing into the mat and followed up straightaway, giving Maria no time to even breath, let alone plan her counterattack. The next thing she knew, she was being hauled up, her arm was bent at a poor angle, and she was sent running off to the corner with a strong Irish Whip.

It was, to put it mildly, a bit much to take, but like any good domme, Maria was willing to take all the pain she intended on doling out. She hit the pads, but instead of staying there and being a good little target, she bounced off and came back towards the rapidly approaching Emily.

Maria ducked under the clothesline, then spun around and kept spinning, whirling about for a full rotation, using it to build up momentum and lash out for an elbow aimed at Emily’s head when she turned around. And, of course, she’d throw a quick taunt in with it, for free.

”You tell me.”

[Underdoggo]

After trading a few minor moves back and forth, it felt good to now be decisively taking control. Everything was coming back to Emily now-- all the old instincts and tricks of the trade, all of the easy movements and transitions of holds that only came to those with ring experience. As she moved into a standing armbar, wrenching tightly on Maria's arm, she felt herself going into the motions from all of her past matches, and damn if it didn't feel good. And if Emily was honest, the fact that this was being done with a fellow Wrestle Angel, even someone like Maria, made it feel all the more right: heel though she was, Emily found herself feeling oddly grateful to Maria at that moment.

Without wasting any further time, Emily whipped Maria towards the ropes, and rushed at her, hoping to flatten her to the mat with a brutal clothesline. That, at least was the plan...though Maria had ring experience of her own. And she quickly demonstrated it, ducking under Emily's forearm. Cursing, Emily spun around to face the domme...

...and quickly took a fierce elbow to the face in the process. "UGH!" she grunted, staggering back as she clutched at her face, momentarily stunned by the blow.

[BlackAkuma]

Ah, the sweet sound of an elbow connecting with a jaw. And the noise Emily made after the hit was more than a little satisfying, too. ”I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

She stepped forward and whipped about just in time to see her opponent reeling, dazed from the hit. It was a tasty sight, but she knew better than to get ahead of herself, here - Emily would only be stunned for a moment. She had to make the most of things, and she had the perfect move for it.

Maria rushed in with arms wide open, closing in on her opponent in a long stride. She caught the Scotswoman around the waist and pulled her in for a tight hug, mashing their bodies together. Close. Strong. Intimate. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the sensation of their bodies grinding against each other.

Alas, it wasn’t meant to last. ”Enjoy.”

Maria planted her feet, jerked back, lifted up and whipped Emily around, attempting to slam her into the canvas and come on top of her with a belly-to-belly suplex.

[Underdoggo]

Emily blinked, as though the motion would dispel the momentary ringing she felt in her skull at that moment as it reverberated from Maria's elbow strike. She had known, going in, that Maria would be a tricky opponent, and that much was still proving to be true. She had almost forgotten, however, just how much of that trickiness was rooted in real skill: that for all of her cheating tactics, Maria was a legitimate wrestler with legitimate ability. She just chooses to be a cheating bitch, Emily thought bitterly.

She staggered a few steps back, cursed, and forced herself to stop and open her eyes. Unfortunately for her, in the few seconds it had taken to do that, Maria had already closed the gap, and with a devious smile, had pulled Emily in for a tight bear hug.

"Hnnnggh!" was the groan that came out of Emily's lips as her head arched back, throwing her mane of pink hair backwards as Maria locked in a tight squeeze. Instinctively, she grabbed for Maria's shoulders; in the few seconds that she was locked in the bearhug, she was conscious of the way Maria's slender body was compressed tightly against hers, of the wait their generous bosoms were pancaking together. Admittedly, more than a little distracting.

Even so, Emily still had her arms free, and could still get free by throwing a solid right hook into Maria's face, glasses or not. Unfortunately, her fellow Briton didn't give her the chance, suddenly arching back to nail her with a suplex.

"UUUUGH!" The impact left Emily flattened on her back. Her midsection arched briefly upwards before she fell flat again, staring up at the arena lights after that devastating move from Maria.

[BlackAkuma]

Simple, but effective. It wasn’t quite the flashiest move in Maria’s arsenal, but the belly-to-belly more than did its job, planting Emily flat on the mat and putting an end to her momentum, at least for the time being. While it was a far cry from winning the match, it was certainly a step in the right direction. The first step.

She rolled off the woman’s body and went to all fours like a cat, prowling around her prey. It was tempting to just move in and go for another big move, and she nearly went for it…until a better idea occurred to her. Why just hurt the Noble Fighter’s body when she could do some damage to her pride, as well.

Maria reached over and grabbed two handfuls of Emily’s long, lustrous brown hair, gripping it tight as she stood and using it to force the noblewoman up with her. The referee protested and even started a count, but she needn’t have bothered - she wasn’t going to hold on much longer, anyway.

As soon as they were both vertical, she went into action like a lightning bolt and struck out, lashing her opponent across the chest with one of her best knife-edge chops, hitting with enough to leave the skin sizzling and the ears ringing.

[Underdoggo]

Alright. Emily had to admit, Maria had gotten her good with that last hit. As her tall body arched off the mat, her spine stinging from the impact, she was dimly aware of her opponent now prowling around her like a cat. She gritted her teeth even as she tried to roll over onto her hands and knees. As always, Maria just had to show off.

Unfortunately for her, Maria seemed keen to help her up at that point. Emily gasped as her scalp burned suddenly, as Maria gave two solid yanks of her hair. She bit back a cry of pain as she was pulled up to her feet, and then--

Sharp, stinging pain erupted in her chest as Maria delivered a brutal knife edge chop to her generous bosom. The blow caused her to gasp out lout and double over, hugging her chest with one arm. As unbelievable as it was, Maria had just gone there, and directly attacked her bosom.

Fine, if that was how Maria wanted to play...

Huffing, both out of anger and to regain her breath, Emily stood back up to her full height and lashed out with a forearm chop of her own, aiming to reply tit for...well, tit, and deliver a stinging chop to Maria's own chest!

[BlackAkuma]

”Yes.”

Maria couldn't keep herself from shuddering as the crack rang through the air. There was just something about the sound of whipped flesh that set her soil on fire. Nothing quite like it in all the world, really, especially when it was followed up by such a lovely scream.

Savoring the sting, Maria ran her tongue along the edge of her hand, getting a quick taste of Emily, just a little to tide her over until she could really dig in. ”Gods, almost forgot how much I love beating you Scots around.” She sighed and took a step forward, readying herself for another salvo. ”You really make the best sounds when-”

Emily cut her off with a quick recovery and a quicker lash, striking her across the chest with a blazing chop of her own. It was Maria’s turn to cry out now and staggered back as she clutched her chest and glared back at Emily, her rage clear everything her glasses and splayed hairs.

”Bitch!” Maria stepped again and threw out another chop at Emily’s chest, this time throwing her body weight behind it for an extra bit of oomph, really trying to lay into her rival’s chest and set it on fire.

[Underdoggo]

After the way Maria had so ruthlessly chopped at her chest just now, it felt good for Emily to return the favour, delivering a stinging reply to Maria's own barely-concealed mammaries. The fact that she interrupted Maria when she was busy monologuing made it that much better, and Emily could barely suppress a grin. True to form, Maria didn't take it well at all, her aloof mask slipping as she gave vent to hissing, unladylike rage.

"Take's one to know one," Emily replied smoothly. Her triumph was short-lived, though, as Maria suddenly retaliated in turn, delivering yet another brutal forearm chop to Emily's chest! "AAAGH!" Emily shrieked as electric pain shot through her chest, the blow causing her generous bosom to wobble even as she staggered back, instinctively raising an arm to cover her chest. That had hurt. A lot. If Emily was honest, it had taken a lot of willpower for her not to scream louder than she had.

"Ye fucking BINT!" Some of Emily's Scots accent-- and some rather unladylike curse words-- sprang from the Noble Fighter's lips. With an enraged roar, she lunged at Maria, snapping out her arm to retaliate with yet another forearm chop to Maria's chest. This time, however, she wasn't satisfied with a mere chop: no, she had every intention of ending this duel, delivering the chop with hopefully enough force to knock Maria on her back with an impromptu clothesline!

[BlackAkuma]

Maria liked to think of herself as a calm and reasonable person, qualities that were a requirement for any domme. She had to deal with more than her fair share of irritations in both her professions, so having thick skin - figuratively and literally - was a must. She could weather insults, delays, and distractions without letting it disrupt her collected outer shell. She had to maintain the aura of control of all times.

But this was one of the few exceptions, something she could simply not let go. She refused to let anyone out-chop her. Especially not a holier-than-thou slag like Emily Nelson.

So there was more than a little extra venom in her retort, and she fired it off with appropriate aplomb, relishing the response she received from her rival. So vulgar, so unladylike, so…ignoble of her.

It was a small victory, and it would have to do, as Emily came crashing back with a chop that landed like a lariat, hitting with enough force to knock her clear off her feet. Knowing that she needed a quick retreat, Maria rolled right after the impact, slipping under the ropes and coming on her feet outside the ring, where she proceeded to stumble away and clutch her chest.

[Underdoggo]

Emily was angry now. No, come to think of it, forget angry: she was downright furious at that moment. Aside from the fact that Maria had had the sheer and utter gall to chop her in the chest, the fact that she had done it twice had left Emily's bosom flaring with stinging pain. Emily was not one to take such an insult without reply, and reply she damn well had, returning the favour with even more force. And in the end, Emily had won this little contest,her brutal lariat flooring Maria and sending the Englishwoman rolling out of the mat in a daze.

Emily wasn't about to let her get away...at least, not at first. She moved towards the ropes, and was about to slide under them to follow after Maria and deliver a nice axe-handle to her while her back was turned...when she remembered Zero. She paused briefly, glancing at where the Mass Murder Machine was standing outside the ropes...before proceeding on, slipping outside of the ring to continue her attack and deliver her axe-handle. If Maria thought Emily was going to shy away from a two on one battle, or that she wouldn't be wise to her cheating tactics, then she had another thing coming. She just had to be ready, she knew, for Zero attempting to intervene...