Earning Respect: Misty Sims vs Emelia Hjaal

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Emelia waited backstage, eager to get into her next match. After her brutal humiliation the last time she'd taken to the ring, she needed desperately needed a win to restore her reputation in LAW, and what better way than by beating an upstart fan wannabe? She'd done her homework on this "Misty" girl. As well as being considerably shorter than the Scandinavian rookie, Misty was little more than a fan who wanted to play at being a wrestler. Having wrestled since she was twelve years old, this affronted Emelia's pride. The Hjaal name was respected, and people like Misty devalued the competition in her eyes. It was time to show this fangirl that she should stick to cheering from the sidelines.

Emelia Hjaal

Her music, Electroheart burst from the speakers and the young Norwegian strode regally out to the top of the entrance ramp, waving to the LAW fans. Clad in her lycra green crop top, briefs, coupled with long red gloves and boots, she cut an enticing figure as she sashayed down the ramp and climbed languidly into the ring. Taking her position just on the far side of the center, Emelia turned, hands on hips and her brows creasing into a frown as she awaited the arrival of her so-called opponent.

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Misty was feeling more than ready to head into another match. The bouncy young model was practically on her tip-toes, waiting to be called up to the ramp. Match after match, Misty felt like she was getting better. She’d trained hard, but she was still trying to shake the stigma of being a fan who got put in the ring to look pretty and do some moves. She was ready to prove she could throw down- and when the producers motioned for her to head out, Misty was ready to do just that!

Spoiler

Nikki Minaj's "Chun Li," Misty's favorite song, blared over the loudspeakers as she burst onto the ramp, greeted by cheers. The bubbly InstaGram model flashed her camera, streaming her own entrance to the overhead monitors and millions of followers, just like she did every match. Grinning, tousling her afro, Misty took bouncy steps down to ringside. She took a moment to pose selfie-style with a few lucky fans, before reaching the ring. Misty then tucked her phone into her bra, winked back at the fans, and rolled into the ring.

Misty stood tall in the ring, raising her hands to wave playfully to the crowd. Scantily clad in nothing but her bra and panties, it wasn’t hard for the curvy model to get a good fan reaction. When it eventually died down, Misty placed her phone on the ring apron, and approached the center of the ring. She looked her opponent up and down, smiled and nodded. She reached out a hand, looking to start things off on a friendly note.

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Emelia watched disdainfully as Misty entered the ring, the buxom fangirl parading around in her bra and panties, giving some cheap thrills to the crowd. Her appearance only fortified Emelia's opinion of this wannabe wrestler. She clearly enjoyed the limelight but as actual wrestling went, she would be a pushover.

Striding imperiously over to face her opponent, Emelia towered a good six inches over the fan-turned-wrestler, and she looked down on Misty with an unimpressed expression.

Still, Emelia wasn't ill-mannered, and she accepted the hand Misty offered. However, as she shook, she couldn't keep her disdain for her opponent in any longer.

"Good luck," she said icily. "You're going to need it. You think just because you've been watching that you've got what it takes to take on professionals? People like you make a mockery of LAW, and I'm going to prove it to you." And with that, the young Norwegian broke the handshake, folding her arms beneath her breasts and looking down her nose at her curvaceous opponent.

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Misty shook her afro out as she waited for the handshake. Coming to the ring always gave her a buzz; the rush of the fans, streaming her big moment, getting pumped up by her music and getting ready to throw down gave Misty the exact feeling she was looking for from wrestling, and kept her in a good mood going into the match. That good mood was starting to falter, however, when she looked at the downright nasty look on Emelia’s face.

Misty’s eyes widened as she listened to the girl’s smack talk. Misty’s jaw literally dropped, and she turned her head incredulously as Emelia flat out insulted her. Misty slowly retracted her hand after Emelia broke contact and took a step back.

“Oh, so it’s gonna be like that?” Misty asked, taking a firm stance across from her opponent. “Okay, girl, you be that way. But after I beat your skinny ass, I better hear some respect when you’re making your apology!” With that, Misty waited for the bell, then lunged forward! Her buxom body bounced as she planted her foot before her, reaching out to lock up in an elbow-and-collar tie up to start this match with Emelia!

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"Hmph," Emelia snorted. "I'll never be apologising to the likes of you!" Then she lowered herself into her wrestling stance as the bell rang. A moment later Misty was flying towards her clearly stung by Emelia's remarks about her wrestling pedigree!

The young Norwegian stepped to meet her, hoping that her height and reach would give her an advantage over the busty fan girl. With a faint grunt of effort she met Misty in the collar-and-elbow tie up, immediately trying to push against her and lean down from her height advantage.

"That all... you got?" Emelia hissed through grated teeth. Then, if she could gain the upper hand in the push, she would attempt to force Misty backwards towards the ropes.

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“Oh, is that a fact?” Misty said, head cocked to one side as she looked at the girl in disbelief. I’m gonna remember you said that when I’m pinning your skinny ass, tonight!” Misty matched Emelia’s wrestling stance, feeling more than ready to get this thing started. The buxom model started to sway her hips, keeping herself limber and ready for that opening bell.

“Nnngh!” Misty grunted, as Emelia charged in and locked up. The girl was taller than her, helping her take control in these opening moments. Frowning with effort, Misty met the tie up and tried to shove back against her foe.

“N-no,” Misty groaned, lightly, as Emelia pushed her back. Misty would give ground, falling back to the ropes, letting Emelia control her. Misty moaned as her body was pressed into the ring ropes, frustrated that this girl was starting thing in firm control!

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Emelia smiled confidently as she succeeded in shoving her smaller opponent up against the ropes, relishing the look of frustration that covered the so-called wrestler's face. She pushed herself in close, pinning Misty in place with her lithe, supple body pressed up against the buxom model. Misty moaned, trapped, her bravado quickly revealed for what it was.

"Hmph, I thought so," she sneered. "No real wrestling talent. You're all talk, Misty!"

With that, Emelia would step back, breaking the lock and gripping Misty's arm, and hauling her adversary into an Irish whip towards the opposite ropes. If she succeeded she would send Misty bouncing off the far ropes, and as the fan-turned-wrestler came flying back across the ring, Emelia would attempt to use her side advantage and try to knock Misty down with a vicious shoulder charge.

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“Nnngh, dammit,” Misty grunted, as her back went into the ring ropes. Losing was never fun, but it was especially bad against a girl with an attitude like Emelia’s. Misty could feel the more slender woman pressed into her curvy figure, leaving her nowhere to escape to.

“I’ll show you lots more than talk- ah!” Misty’s threat was cut off by an Irish whip, which sent her buxom body bounding toward the ropes. “Ahh!” Misty cried out as her body hit the ropes, being sprung back toward her waiting opponent. “UUGHN!” Misty let out another cry as Emelia hit her with surprising force, the shoulder block knocking Misty into the air, and down to the ground.

Panting, Misty pushed her hair away from her face. Her chest heaved as she took deep breaths, trying to get her bearings. She was laid out on her back, spread eagle and staring up at the lights. She had to regroup, she told herself. No way was she taking an L against this mouthy brat!

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It all went perfectly to plan. Emelia's buxom opponent flew before from the opposite ropes and straight into her waiting attack. With her size advantage Emelia had no trouble in using the shoulder block to send Misty crashing to the ground in a heap.

"And that's how real wrestlers work," Emelia declared, posing briefly for the crowds with a confident smile before moving over to her downed adversary.

Smirking, Emelia took up her position at Misty's head, looking to trap the mouthy wannabe wrestler in rather compromising hold. Digging her fingers through Misty's afro, she pulled the woman's head up before wrapping her long, slender thighs around her neck.

"Where's all your big talk now, fangirl?" the sexy Scandinavian mocked as she squeezed tight, hoping to lock Misty into a rather embarrassing headscissor with her face buried between Emelia's thighs.

[Luncha_Libre]

Emelia’s attitude was bad enough, but it hurt even more taking a beating from a girl like that. Misty moaned as she rolled over, trying to collect herself and get in the match. Unfortunately, Emelia seemed as if she wasn’t about to let that happen.

“Hey!” Misty shrieked, “Let go of my hair, you bitch!” Suddenly panicked, Misty was easy pickings for Emelia to wrap her slender thighs around Misty’s neck, and start a rough headscissor! Misty grimaced in pain, fighting to keep herself from losing her breath in the constricting hold.

“Hairpulling … ugh! Bitch!” Misty grunted in protest, fully aware of how pitiful she had to be looking right now. Misty didn’t want to make things easy for her opponent, however, arms thrashing hard, her curvy hips swaying as she kicked her legs, trying to make maintaining the hold as difficult for Emelia as possible!