Earning Respect: Misty Sims vs Emelia Hjaal

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Emelia managed to get her legs into position, but it became quickly apparent that Misty still had plenty of energy left in the tank. The wannabe wrestler twisted and squirmed wildly, trying to stop the headscissor from behind locked in fully.

After struggling to keep her in place for a few seconds, Emelia let out a frustrated snort and opened and closed her thighs hard, hoping to jar Misty's head with the impact before rolling clear and standing up.

Upright, she cocked her hips, hands planted on her waist and head held high as she gazed around at the cheering crowds before looking down at Misty.

"See?" she said disdainfully. "You're no match for me, fangirl."

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“Uuugh,” Misty moaned, grimacing as she tried to squirm out from between Emelia’s toned legs. Things were looking bad for the model, and Misty knew it. Worse, however, as all the smack that Emelia was talking. Misty felt like she could recover from the physical stuff, if she could find an opening. Unfortunately, every moment that Emelia was in control, was proving her right about Misty being a loser!

“Uuhn!” Misty let out a pained grunt as Emelia slammed her legs shut on her head. Dazed, Misty fell back, settling in a seated position as her head swayed from side to side. She blinked, trying to keep herself thinking straight and focused.

Misty looked up, seeing Emelia looming over her, looking dominant enough to make Misty feel tiny. Frustrated, Misty rolled onto her knees, and shook her head. The model clenched a fist, frustrations boiling over, and tried to deliver a hard forearm strike to Emelia’s slender belly!

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Emelia watched disdainfully as the so-called wrestler tried to recover from the beating she'd already taken. While Emelia knew she hadn't always performed well in the ring, she knew this "fan" had no business taking on real wrestlers. And boy, was she letting the foolish girl know it!

Swaggering and unconcerned as she was, the overconfident Scandinavian battler failed to take into account the galvanising effect her constant smack talk would have on the fan girl. While Emelia drank in the cheers of the crowds and the feeling of being in control, she completely failed to see Misty's forearm strike coming!

"UNNGHH!" Emelia gasped, taken by surprise and totally winded by Misty's sudden attack! She doubled over, clutching her exposed midriff and wheezing for breath, totally caught off guard and vulnerable.

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Misty put a lot of anger into that strike, and it paid off. She heard Emelia grunting as the blow connected, and Misty couldn’t help but smile. The girl had been making Misty mad from the opening bell, and now was the model’s chance to let those feelings out.

Still trying to get up, Misty went onto one knee and laid in with another strike, a forearm right to the belly again. Misty then swung again with the other arm, as she pushed herself up even higher. Finally, rising to her feet, Misty would raise a hand high into the air, and try to lay into Emelia with a hard chop, right to the girl’s perky chest!

“You like that, huh?” Misty asked, between strikes. “You like getting your ass beat by a ‘fan,’ huh?” Misty shook her head, getting back onto her feet. The model was far from done, but she needed to get back on her feet and regain her strength before really showing Emelia what she was made of. Of course, that was all going to depend on how much damage Misty could do with these opening strikes …

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Emelia was stunned by the sudden assault by Misty, and things only got worse as the fiery fangirl let her anger be known, sneering remarks at the taller Scandanavian. Then more punishing strikes followed, rocking her exposed midriff and leaving her gasping for breath.

The final strike whipped across Emelia's bust, and she let out a shrill wail of pain as it connected, stinging her tender nipples and sending her tottering backwards, clutching her breasts with both hands. By the time the pain subsided and she managed to gather her wits again, Misty was back on her feet, having overturned the advantage Emelia had built up. She glared daggers at the former fan. She couldn't believe the nerve of this girl!

"You'll pay for that you little witch!" Emelia hissed, advancing again to attempt a lock up against her buxom adversary, again hoping to use her size to her advantage.

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“How you like that?” Misty said, finally, as she got fully back up to her feet. Feeling her hits connect with the Scandanavian’s slender body were reinvigorating the buxom model, and now that she was back up on her feet she was more than ready to lay right into Emelia with a shot that echoed through the entire arena and made her fall back, clutching her breasts.

Misty smirked as she glared across at Emelia, seeing the anger in her eyes. The girl would lunge right at her, however, and Misty immediately threw her hands up to lock into the grapple with Emelia. Misty didn’t know if she could overpower Emelia, but maybe she wouldn’t have to.

“Yeah, get in there!” Misty said, stepping back as Emelia pressed forward, hoping to throw off her balance. If she managed that, Misty would pull her opponent in, yanking her face straight into Misty’s generous bust! If she could, Misty would grind her soft breasts against Emelia’s face, wanting to smother some air out of her while continuing to pay back those earlier insults!

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Emelia threw herself recklessly forward into the grapple, and felt a surge of confidence again as she began to push Misty backwards. But them the buxom fangirl suddenly stepped back, releasing her pressure and taking the tall Scandinavian by surprise. Emelia let out a yelp of surprise as she stumbled forward... right into Misty's waiting arms. Off balance, she couldn't stop the other wrestler from grabbing her by the head and yanking her forward... straight into Misty's breasts!

"GMMMMPHH!" Emelia's squeal of shock was muffled by Misty's ample breasts, and her arms flailed aimlessly as she tried to process what had just happened. Being bent forward into the breast smother by her shorter opponent also meant that her backside was sticking out rather embarrassingly! She staggered weakly, trying to twist free but to no avail, stuck fast in the fangirl's trap! The fans cheered and jeered at the sight of her wiggling helplessly in the compromising position.

"Mmmphh! Mmpph!" she gasped in outrage, but soon she was struggling to breath, her head spinning in the dark heat of Misty's bosom.

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Misty’s plan worked like a charm, and the buxom model was grinning ear to ear as she pushed Emelia’s face firmly into her heaving bosom! Misty pulled back, keeping Emelia’s face buried, trying to keep her off-balance and keep that tight butt of hers thrust outward.

“Not bad for a fangirl, huh?” Misty teased. She gave her shoulders a shimmy, making her breasts jiggle and bounce against Emilia’s trapped face. “Looks like you just got out grappled, didn’t you?” Misty smirked, as she rubbed it in against Emelia in multiple ways, now.

“What do you think, guys?” Misty said, turning her attention to the crowd. “Should I let the poor girl go?” There were some laughs from the fans, enjoying the sight of the Scandinavian writhing in Misty’s grip. “Didn’t think so,” Misty said, with an exaggerated shrug that pulled her warm breasts upward, rubbing along Emelia’s cheeks and closing what miniscule gap there was between Misty’s flesh and Emelia’s nose and mouth!

Misty wasn’t done, however. Then, falling back, Misty went down and tried to pull Emelia with her! Hitting the canvas on her back, Misty would try to wrap her thick legs around Emelia’s slender waist, looking to take even more fight out of the poor girl with a smother/body scissor combination hold.

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Emelia let out a high pitched growl of frustration and embarrassment, struggling to comprehend how things had turned so quickly against her. Misty's buxom chest continued to be rubbed against her as her opponent taunted her, jiggling her breasts over Emelia's face contemptuously.

She was forced to endure the humiliation as Misty even brought the fans in on the act, continuing to mock her in front of the LAW crowds. A shrug of Misty's shoulders completely buried Emelia's face in the other wrestler's cleavage and she could only whimper pathetically as she wriggled and writhed in her predicament. Unable to see, she was taken by surprise when Misty fell back, easily pulling Emelia to the mat with her.

They hit the canvas, and before the overconfident Scandinavian could do anything to free herself, she felt Misty's curvaceous thighs wrap around her waist, squeezing tight to further weaken her!

"MMMPPHH!" Emelia flailed aimlessly, her hands pushing feebly at Misty's legs but to no avail. Out of breath and thoroughly trapped, she was completely at the fangirl's mercy! "Hnnhh... nnggh..." Faint, weak exclamations were muffled by Misty's impressive bust and soon Emelia's struggles grew weaker, her head swimming as it became harder and harder to breathe.

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After suffering through Emelia’s smack talking earlier, Misty couldn’t help but revel in her newfound dominance of the petite Scandinavian beauty. Misty shimmied her shoulders, allowing her generous breasts to bounce against Emelia’s face, and took great joy in dropping to the mat to continue Emelia’s smothering in an easier position.

“C’mon, girl,” Misty teased, “where are your comments now, huh? Can’t be too happy about getting your ass whooped by a fangirl, huh?” Misty would continue to press Emelia’s face into her bust, letting the hot flesh press and engulf the girl’s face. The whole time, Misty’s thick and strong legs would clamp down around Emelia’s slender waist, trying to grind the girl down on the floor. Misty would thrust forward with her midsection, grinding her body against Emelia’s, feeling in control of the action but knowing she couldn’t just count on the girl lying there and taking it.

“Ask her, ref!” Misty would shout, rolling onto her side to let gravity help with the smother. Her breasts would totally engulf Emelia now, looking to drown the girl in Misty’s own warm, buxom body. The referee could come in, as ordered, to see if Emelia was ready to offer an incredibly early submission!