Earning Respect: Misty Sims vs Emelia Hjaal

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Everything had gone very wrong, very quickly for Emelia as she now found herself completely at the mercy of her buxom adversary. Misty flattened her against the mat, using ever inch of her curvy frame to overpower Emelia.

"Mpph! MPPPHH!" Emelia whimpered pathetically, hands pawing at Misty's frame as the fangirl mocked her relentlessly. Then Misty changed her position slightly, rolling sideways and pulling Emelia's complaint frame along with her, keeping Emelia's face smothered. The Scandinavian wrestler's body wriggled and bucked weakly as she tried - and failed - to break free.

She heard the referee coming over, checking to see if she was ready to give up. She tried to shake her head, a task made more or less impossible by Misty's breasts pressing down over face. A faint moan of dismay could be heard from the Scandinavian as she went limp, as her body did what her mind was unwilling to do. Despite her desperation to get out of the situation, she was utterly incapable of doing so, trapped in the dark, disorienting heat of Misty's bosom.

So Emelia lay there, overwhelmed by Misty's smothering offensive and just inches from crashing into unconsciousness completely.

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty was enjoying the feeling of totally dominating an opponent, but she was especially enjoying getting to shut Emelia up and put the European beauty in her place after enduring so much smack talk, earlier. Misty shimmied her shoulders, making certain that her generous bust would grind against the girl’s face and allow her as little precious air as possible.

“What’s that, Emelia?” Misty teased some more, “I can’t hear you over the sound of you getting your ass kicked!” Misty could feel Emelia shaking her head between her smothering breasts, refusing to give up. Clearly the girl wasn’t wanting to admit defeat, but Misty also noticed her arms and legs giving up the fight. Emelia seemed totally powerless, doomed to being smothered out right here in the center of the ring. Misty considered such an easy victory, what it would mean for her to put this girl so decidedly in her place, but …

“Come on, girl,” Misty said, pushing her upper body away from Emelia, “you got more fight in you than that, don’t you?” Misty rolled off Emelia, letting the woman get some air again, finally. Misty loomed over Emelia, hands on her hips, head cocked as she looked down at her. “You were talking some game a minute ago, you wanna tell me you’re already done?” Misty felt like she had the girl beat, but now, Misty wanted to teach the little brat a lesson!

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Emelia sucked in a huge gasp of air as Misty mercifully rolled off of her, revealing the flushed, crimson features of the Scandinavian wrestler, her hair disheveled and bust heaving up and down as she tried to regain her breath. She clasped her hands into her hair with a groan, looking up to see her curvaceous conqueror standing over her looking thoroughly unimpressed! Although her head was still spinning, Emelia forced herself to move, Misty's mocking words ringing in her ears. She scowled, glaring up at her adversary as she began to rise.

"You... you'll pay for that," Emelia quipped unconvincingly as she struggled to her feet. "I'll... I'll show you what I can do!" There was desperation in her voice now, as though she was trying to convince herself. She couldn't believe how things had turned around - that someone with her wrestling pedigree could have been laid low by this glorified fangirl.

Tottering unsteadily on her high-heeled boots, she nonetheless advanced on Misty, attempting another lock up with her buxom nemesis, desperate to reassert her authority on the match!

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“Yeah?” Misty smirked. “Who’s gonna make me pay for that? You got a friend in this match I don’t know about?” Misty pushed herself up to her knees, then her feet. The model took a wide stance as she got up, showing off her generous curves to appreciative fans, but also to show Emelia what she was dealing with … and exactly who was kicking her ass. Misty could hear the girl trying to psych herself up and wasn’t feeling too intimidated.

Misty answered the lock up readily, clasping arms with the incoming Scandinavian. Sparing a glance down, Misty looked right down Emelia’s slender, pale figure to those teetering heels she wore. Misty knew that a bra and a thong wasn’t exactly proper ring gear, but she quirked an eyebrow at that particular choice.

“Not exactly killing it in those, girl,” Misty said, flashing another smirk at Emelia. “Maybe I can do you a favor, beat you right out of those tired boots!” Flexing her glutes, Misty tensed her thighs and used those muscles to twist from, shifting her weight and stepping, trying to throw Emelia off-balance and begin shoving the smaller Scandinavian girl toward the corner, looking to plant her decisively into the turnbuckle.

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Emelia's face flushed a furious crimson with embarrassment as the fan girl mocked her, clearly unperturbed by the Scandinavian's threats. It wasn't long before they locked up again, and Misty's stinging taunts continued as the girl turned her attention to Emelia's long, high-heeled boots. She scowled angrily. She had picked her outfit with the utmost care, and this horrible wannabe wasn't going to mock her for it!

"Sh...shut ... up you... you little ... nnhhhh!"

Still weak and her head throbbing from the extended smother Misty had inflicted on her, Emelia was far too slow to react to the buxom battler's sjudden advance. Misty easily shifted her weight and pushed, and Emelia could do nothing but stumble backwards, teetering desperately for balance as she was forced back into the corner.

"UNNGHH!" Emelia wailed as she was driven into the turnbuckle by her smaller opponent. She lost her grip in the grapple, her arms flying back to drape over the top ropes as she slumped in the corner. Moaning weakly, she sagged into the turnbuckle, at Misty's mercy...

[Luncha_Libre]

Misty was grinning ear to ear, looking Emelia up and down. The Scandinavian cutie was clearly struggling to keep up with Misty’s trash talk and swagger, and the resulting effect it had on the poor girl’s ring presence was clear to see. Misty was totally in control of every aspect of this match, and she was loving it!

“Little what?” Misty said, grinning and cocking an ear toward Emelia as she shoved the slender girl into the corner. Emelia’s wail filled Misty’s ears as she slammed her into the turnbuckle, sparing no amount of strength as she threw the poor girl. Misty saw Emelia’s arms flail up above the top rope and knew that she was totally hers.

Reeling back, Misty took a deep breath, raised her hand high, and swung down with a merciless chop straight into Emelia’s pert breasts! The echo would bounce off the arena walls, drawing a loud cheer from the fans. Misty would put everything into that chop, knowing she wanted to lay the poor girl out for what was coming next.

Stepping back, Misty would give herself some room. She winked at Emelia, then threw herself into a short sprint. If Emelia didn’t move after being slammed into the turnbuckle and having her pert bust chopped hard, Misty would throw herself into the air and slam into her heavily with a mighty, full-body splash, her own ample bust coming down fast and furious toward Emelia’s face!

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Emelia hung helpless in the corner, and the fangirl wasted no time in pressing her advantage, laying a devastating chop right across Emelia's breasts!

"AIIIIIGHHH!" she screeched as the blow landed with full force, rocking her up on the turnbuckle, her feet briefly leaving the ground before she slumped back into the corner, whimpering in pain, her tender nipples now pushing against the skin-tight fabric of her top. But it wasn't over yet. She could do nothing but watch with growing dread as Misty winked at her after creating some space, before the buxom fangirl sprinted at her with one move in mind...

"GMPPHHHH!" Emelia cried as Misty's breasts slammed into her face, the Scandinavian sap getting pasted into the turnbuckle by the full body splash. Her head was jerked back, her whole body rocked by the attack and when Misty bounced off, Emelia collapsed down into a sitting position like a deflating balloon.

Mewling faintly in pain, she lay there, eyes fluttering as she fought to stay conscious, legs open and arms lying limp by her sides, defeated in every way that mattered. Her breasts ached; she was struggling for breath and her cheeks were flushed crimson with humiliation. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. A woman with the Hjaal name being brought so low, so easily by a glorified fan ... it was mortifying.

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Misty let out a grunt as her thick body came crashing down on Emelia. The ring shook, Misty’s body sank into the leap, and Emelia seemed to be squashed beneath her curves. Letting herself settle in, Misty could feel the Scandinavian beauty go limp beneath her. Misty smirked as she looked down from her perch to see the thinner girl laid out, arms and legs going limp as she struggled to remain conscious.

“Bet you learned a little lesson about respect tonight, huh?” Misty asked, smiling wickedly. “But I’m gonna make sure that lesson sticks, before I finish you off!” Misty then pushed herself off Emelia, before grabbing the girl around the highs. Misty would pull her off the turnbuckle a little, letting Emelia drop to her ass in a seated position in the corner. Misty would then turn around, waving her arms to the fans in a signal that something was coming …

Then, before the ref could say anything about getting the action out of the corner, Misty would throw her thick ass back, and slam her round cheeks into Emelia’s reddened face! Misty would then shimmy her hips, delivering a merciless stinkface to the Scandinavian beauty, letting Emelia’s pretty features get squashed against her bare ass cheeks!

“You thought you were getting humiliated before, girl?” Misty would call out, over her shoulder, “Well, how about this?”

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Emeila moaned faintly, offering no real resistance as Misty shunted the Scandinavian girl into a seated position in the corner, her eyes fluttering, face scrunched up with pain. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she heard the fangirl's mocking words. This was nothing short of a catastrophe for Emelia, being laid low by this wannabe in such humiliating fashion.

Her adversary maneuvered with her back to Emelia, her incredible curves outlined in the light as she gestured to the fans. A horrible realisation struck Emelia as she knew what was about to happen. She shook her head weakly, trying to recoil further against the turnbuckle as Misty began to move...

"No, you ca-GPPPMMMPHH!" she wailed as Misty's magnificent rear was planted on her face in a humiliating stink face. Emelia's legs kicked feebly, hands pawing in vain at Misty's cheeks. "MMPHH! MPPPGHHH!" she blared shrilly, eyes rolling as she struggled desperately to breathe through the suffocating embrace of the fangirl's ass.

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-Misty stood tall, shimmying her buxom figure side to side as she showed off for the cheering fans and her wailing foe. This had all started with Misty being offended, absolutely enraged that someone wouldn’t take her seriously, but now she was just having fun with this. Rubbing Emelia’s smug little face in it, both literally and figuratively, was rewarding enough, but now she was in an undeniable groove, and she wanted to ride that high. With that in mind, Misty threw her thick ass backward, and pressed it firmly against Emelia’s pretty, yet miserable-looking, features!

Misty let her full-figured behind settle on top of Emelia, smooth cheeks covering the poor girl’s face completely. The fans’ voices rose up in cheers and laughter, the total domination of the Scandinavian beauty getting a great reaction. Misty grinned, settling herself on top comfortably. The model eagerly settled on top of Emelia, shimmying her lower body, her curvaceous ass cheeks bouncing and jiggling against either side of the slender Emelia’s face, trying to bounce Emelia’s head between her round glutes like a toy!