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

[Kreydos]

"~'Stop it'? 'Get off'?~" Emaline mockingly repeated Gil's words. "I am sorry to inform you that it would seem that our interests do not align." The Viper supplemented her agonising submission hold mostly by words rather than action, though she still subtly increased the strain of the armbar. Of course, her urbane tone was completely contrasted by the utter malice and arrogance of the dialogue itself. "You currently wish to not be suffering at my hands whereas I wish to continue as is." She paused to laugh maliciously as she finally cranked up the pain to the maximum without causing injury. "And unfortunately for you, I prioritise my own wishes over yours. I sincerely hope that you can understand."

If Gil doesn't break out of the hold in a minute, Emaline would decide that she was satisfied with the armbar and attempt to transition to another move. "Hmmm..." She let out an malignant hum as she unwrapped her thighs from the brunette's trapped arm and yanked it closer, pulling the rest of her body along with it. From there, the pinkette wrapped her legs around Gil's throat for a triangle headscissor and started choking her relentlessly. However, Emaline didn't want to render her opponent unconscious, not yet anyway. And so she would slightly lighten the headscissor if Gil started showing signs of passing out.

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[Arista]

What brought a person to act like Emaline did? Was it purely luck of the draw, or wealth and power that brought on such feelings of pride, pride so strong that it led you to believe you were above another. Or maybe, it was upbringing, or a collection of some, or all of these things.

"What are you-" Gil wouldn't be able to find her way out of the armbar, and due to her failure, she'd be put in an even worse position, though admittedly, it was a bit safer and had lower risk of injury, but at the same time, it was more likely to knock her right out.

Her face would be squished between the pinkette's thighs, her hot breath letting out onto her bicep from the initial squeeze, forcing all the air out of her, only for her to be graced with another breath, but that too would be forced out of her. This repeated a few times, Gil never catching a satisfactory breath before Emaline's legs clamped back hard against her head and neck.

She wouldn't waste her energy with pleading, she had to pry her way out of this for anything good to come out of this match. With her free arm, Gil gripped ahold of the back of Miss Emaline's bikini bottoms, giving as sharp and hard of a tug up her back as she could. Desperate times called for desperate measures and all that...!

[Kreydos]

Content with Gil suffering from lack of breath, Emaline simply laid there and let her headscissor play out its course, though not without easing the choke to artificially prolong her victim's anguish. However- "Eh?" She gasped at the sensation of a hand grabbing her bikini bottom. "Wha-AH!" And she exclaimed when said hand pulled upwards, effectively giving her a wedgie. However, contrary to what the brunette probably hoped, her wedgie only prompted the pinkette to tighten her headscissor tighter than ever before. That and it irritated her.

"Gnah!" With a gutteral grunt unlike her usual polite form of speech, she threw a quick and sharp jab at Gil's nose. If the first jab doesn't disorientate her and cause her to lose her grasp on the wedgie, Emaline would simply throw another equally vigorous jab, making the same harsh grunt as she did so. Should her efforts in disrupting the embarrassing but painful hold succeed, she would grab both of the American's wrists to prevent such a stunt from being repeated. "The audacity." The Viper hissed through gritted teeth, though she paused, cleared her throat, and resumed in her typical aristocratic mannerisms. "My apologies, that outburst of emotion that you just witnessed was unsightly and unbecoming of me, I am typically far more composed. May I count on your forgiveness?" Of course, her continued choking of Gil via headscissor largely prevented her from answering.

[Arista]

Gil drew her two fingers on either side of the leg holes in Emaline's bikini, hooking them underneath before clinching her fist, balling up what grip she had on her bottoms up into her fist before sending her fist up as far as she could, just below the middle of the royalty-like Emaline's back,

Nothing could come between her and a good counter, she'd become more and more comfortable with this move, she'd been on the receiving end a fair few times in her days before L.A.W, after all, amature wrestling establishments weren't exempt from humiliation and the such! Gil was happy to say it wasn't as common-place in L.A.W, but it still came about, and it wasn't exactly a rarity, but no one could truly prepare themselves for their bottoms to be wedged between their butt cheeks!

Unfortunate for Gil, the attempt really did much more harm than good. Instead of the hold around her throat loosening, it only grew tighter, securing her in for the long, or in the case, short ride ahead. Gil would maintain her grip on Emaline's bikini still, that is until to quick jabs to the nose forced her to realize the grip she had on her only hopes of escape from this prison.

Further solidifying her position as the loser of the first fall, even without the fall being counted yet, was Emaline locking her hands around both her wrists, taking away any resistance on that front completely. The torment continued on for a short while. Drool leaked out the side of her mouth, becoming slowly more desperate for a good gasp of air that never came, with Emaline's short grace periods doing little in the way to stratify her. Before much longer, Gil would fall completely limp in the hold, causing the ref to hurry over and check on her, she didn't need any lifting of the arms to tell that she was out.

DING DING!

The bell rang, the first fall was counted, and it was in favor of Emaline!

[Kreydos]

Being the unapologetic sadist that she was, the Viper fully enjoyed watching Gil pass out, more so now after that escape attempt via wedgie. However, in her final fleeting moments of consciousness, her cheek was gently, almost lovingly caressed by Emaline. "Worry not, this is only the first fall." She condescendingly 'comforted' the brunette. "There are still more opportunities for suffering and humiliation. I can assure you of that." And when she did get knocked out, the pinkette did not relent and heartlessly maintained her headscissor.

Eventually, the referee convinced her to free her trapped victim but she did not stop there. Instead of leaving the ref to revive Gil, Emaline took that task upon herself. She rolled the American onto her back and sat on her face. And then the Viper shook her opponent awake by rapidly shaking her ass. Though she transitioned to sensually grinding her butt cheeks across Gil's face when she started to displaying signs of life.

Emaline would stop after hearing the brunette moan in protest enough to deem her fully conscious. With the task at hand complete, the pinkette stood up and ran a hand through the back of her head to comb her hair. "My apologies." She teased as she put her hands behind her back and looked down upon Gil. "I thought it would be mildly entertaining to wake you in such a manner considering your proclivity for butt smothers."
Regardless of what she had to say in response, Emaline would saunter back to her corner and laze against the turnbuckles as she awaited for the fifteen second grace period to end.

[Arista]

It was a terrible move to succumb to, though, Gil couldn't think of many she would gladly lose a match to, so that could be said about any move Emaline may have tried.

Gil fell into unconsciousness, the only thing that could possibly be going through her head was the idea of a comeback, she wasn't done, but neither was Emaline, not to mention, Gil was running on a half tank of gas now, while Emaline's was practically completely full! She'd have to think over her moves carefully, she was already at a disadvantage, even just one slip up could cost her the match!

Eventually, Gil came to, though not in the way she would have ever hoped or dreamed. As her eyes opened and she looked for a good breath, she'd be greeted by a humiliating smother to further, and literally rub in her defeat of the first round! "MMMPH!" Gil shook her legs, being forced to take a breath from underneath the woman. Eventually her freedom was granted, she sat up and took a deep gasp of air, shooting her head toward Emaline. "...It wasn't, it stunk...! Literally...!" Gil cried out, clambering up to her feet.

"The next fall goes to me, and you're getting more than a stinkface this round, you're getting the whole nine-yards...!" Gil made her threat, falling back into her own corer, adjacent the one Emaline was in. "...You'll be getting ever signature move I have, so you'll be perfectly well acquainted with my backside by the time we're through...! Gil hadn't just said all that in an attempt to scare her opponent, she had every intention of making sure she delivered on it...!

[Kreydos]

"Oh please." Emaline shrugged off Gil's complaints with a stifled giggle and a nonchalant wave of her hand. "My body is a temple and as such, it is very well maintained. That includes a pristinely cleaned rear." As for her threats, the Viper reacted with cynical laughter. "Oh Gil, you poor girl." She shook her head in a patronising fashion. "I must admit that it I find it quite difficult to believe that you are older than me due to your... disposition."

When the bell rung again to signify the continuation of the match, Emaline casually strolled over to the centre of the ring with her arms hanging limply by her sides, appearing to have adopted no wrestling or fighting posture. However, she abruptly raised her knee when she entered into jumping distance with Gil.
Yet that was just a feint, with the pinkette smoothly transitioning to a leg sweep that should knock the brunette off her feet. If the leg sweep was successfull, Emaline would follow up by pouncing forward from her crouched position and attempting to crash her elbow into Gil's nose.

[Arista]

Gil furrowed her brow and stuck her lip out in a pout, she'd tolerated plenty of dismissive comments and even some down-right mean ones due to her happy-go-lucky attitude and carefree way of thinking. To Gil, if she had to take a guess, she'd say Emaline was born into wealth, and was surrounded by those who saw themselves above others simply because of that. Emaline would be far from the first person in L.A.W with that upbringing and attitude due to it.

"What is that supposed to mean...?" Gil spoke, her look of what mostly resembled anger still showing. "...Just because I prioritize having fun doesn't make me immature...!"

With the ring of the bell, their conversation would be cut short, Gil readied herself for whatever Emaline looked to throw her way, even as she slowly made her way to the center of the ring, looking like she had no intention of making a move. Gil knew this was a trap or distraction of some kind, so she never lowered her guard.

Just as Gil thought, it was a trick, but it was multi-layered, something she didn't prepare for, as she was ready for the knee, she wasn't so ready for the leg sweep, which caught her low and sent her falling roughly onto her side. "Mmm!" She groaned upon impact, but the tumble was the least of her worries, as not long after she hit the deck, she caught a nasty elbow to the nose, causing her to hold her face with both hands as she rolled onto her stomach.

[Kreydos]

Once more, Gil proved unable to gain the upper hand in their bout and ended up as a crumpled heap on the mat. Emaline sneered at the sight, especially when she saw how the brunette roll onto her stomach with her hands clutching her recently hurt face. "Oh, excellent." The Viper remarked in a pleased tone as she sat on her opponent's back. From there, she grasped Gil's wrists, wrapped them around her throat, and then leaned back, forcing her to choke herself while at the same time putting a massive strain on her back.

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Having successfully trapped the American in a straightjacket camel clutch, Emaline figuratively as well as literally added insult to injury. "You have my most sincere gratitude, Gil." With a haughty voice, she gave her 'thanks'. "You see, the opportunity to execute this particular hold has always eluded me." She chuckled as she tightened the choke and leaned back further. "So it should be self-evident why I am grateful that you have so graciously 'volunteered' to be the inaugural victim."

Gil's predicament left her with little opportunity to escape, let alone stay conscious. However, the sadistic snake was not yet finished playing with her food. Should the referee attempt to end the match by declaring a knockout, Emaline would insist that the brunette is still awake before breaking the hold and slamming her face into canvas to forcefully bring her back to consciousness.

[Arista]

In poor condition, already having been knocked out once, she struggled to put up much of a fight against Emaline. She was being used almost like a practice dummy, seeing how Emaline hadn't even as much as broken a sweat during this entire much thus far. Her grit her teeth and sealed her eyes shut as the hold was applied.

The pain surging throughout her back mixed alongside restricted breathing by way of her own arms left her in even worse condition than just mere second ago, the move already taking it's toll on her body and mind.

Gil knew the self-centered attitude spewing from Emaline's lips was not beyond her, she knew full well Gil wasn't putting herself up to volunteer for these thing, her act of being prim and polite was all just a rooz. But maybe she was justified in her way of being, seeing how little of a fight she had offered up so far...

Gil had to quickly swipe that thought from her mind, she wasn't a ragdoll, she wasn't a jobber, and even if she was, that could never justify such treatment from anyone! She had to break free, she had to find some weakness, she had to... Just like flicking a switch, Gil was out like a light, the match should be over, but the ref wouldn't get a chance to call it before she was brought back into consciousness with a brutal slam of her face down onto the mat! Her nose, again, taking the brunt of the blow, tears formed in the corners of her eyes from the rude awakening. "...Mmm! Let me go...!" She whined out with a groan.