Until next Summer: Aria vs Emaline

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Emaline sailed through the air behind her. And though she couldn’t see it, she definitely heard the bang that came from the pinkettes back slamming against the canvas. Sitting up, Aria would turn her head to see how her opponent was writhing on the canvas. Her punished back no doubt in serious agony from not only the slam, but the earlier camel clutch.

Thinking that it’s time to test the pinkettes endurance, Aria rolled to her feet and made her way over to her. Grabbing her by her pink lockes, the Arabian would tuck Emaline’s head under her armpit. Then she would trap both of her arms up in butterfly hold, before lifting up and dropping her opponent down right onto her head with a butterfly ddt! Immediately rolling away, the referee would get the hint and begin to count the Pinkette out.

[Kreydos]

Unsurprisingly, Aria showed no mercy to the battered Emaline, promptly pulling her by the hair onto her feet. "Eh?.." She gasped as she felt herself being placed in a butterfly hold. Her arms flailed about randomly but it was a futile gesture. With the assassin primed to take the hapless Viper down, it was only a matter of time until- "Grk!.." The butterfly DDT struck, brutally planting her head onto the mat.

"Nhhh..." She let out a subconscious moan as she collapsed listlessly. Her body barely moved, just more writhing that was hardly even noticeable. As such, the referee started the count.
"One!.."
"Two!.."
"Three!.."

"Come on, Ema!" While the ref counted her out, her friends (particularly Yoro) encouraged her, drumming the ring apron as they did so. "Get up! Come on!"
"Four!.."
"Five!.."
It took until the count of five until Emaline finally started signs of life. "Grrr..." She let out a low growl as she lethargically rolled onto all fours before she slowly stumbled into a standing position. However, even if she beat the ten count, it was clear from her posture, shaky legs, and bated breath that it wouldn't take much to knock her back down.

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It was simple for Aria to drag her nearly limp opponent up to her feet and tuck her underneath her armpit. From there, all it took was for her to grab her arms and fling herself backwards, drilling the pinkettes head into the canvas with a butterfly ddt! Not wasting any time afterwards, Aria would roll away and up to her feet. Nodding to the referee to go ahead and start the count.

At first, Emaline made no motion to move. Her body twitching rather than trying to get up. But probably thanks in part to the encouragement from her friends, the pinkette would slowly begin to pick herself up at around the five count mark. Shrugging her shoulders, Aria was at least pleased to see that the match wasn’t truly over yet and would March back over to her just as she made it to her feet. Taking her pink hair in her hand once more, Aria would allow Emaline a second to look at her before the Arabian leaned her head back and then drilled into in Emaline’s with a headbutt!

Her skull mask would dampen most of the blow for her. Unfortunately, Emaline had no such luxury.

[Kreydos]

"~Alright, yatta!~" Yoro cheered upon seeing that Emaline had not lost yet. However, she recieved no time to recover, let alone prepare herself when Aria approached to resume the beatdown. The Viper winced as she felt her hair again being grasped by her opponent, steeling herself for the worst. Yet, there stood a momentary second of stillness where both women just stared at each other.

Suddenly, the Assassin cocked her head backwards before lurching forwards, catching Emaline off guard. "Gah!" She grunted as the headbutt nailed her squarely on her nose. Reeling from the blow, she staggered backwards a couple steps while clutching her nose, leaving herself completely open to even more rounds of offence from Aria.

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Usually nobody wins when a headbutt is used. But it wasn’t the first time Aria had used such a move, and her mask was helpful in cushioning most of its worst affects. Emaline sadly wasn’t as lucky and instead stumbled back against the ropes, where Aria was quick to follow her. The pinkette was so busy reeling from the attack on her nose until she was practically right on top of her.

Yet when she did notice it would have been far too late as Aria would grab her by the chin and force her head and back to arched over the top ropes. The Arabian would keep her there while at the same time bringing her opposite arm back to send Slamming into her opponents poor, defenseless belly! But it wouldn’t end on Just one. Aria would continue to pound at emaline’s belly until the pinkette either escape/ fought out of it. Or until the referee would come to save her.

[Kreydos]

Such was Emaline's sorry state that she didn't even realised that she had backed up into the ropes until she felt the cords pressing onto her back. "Erk?!" Before she could fully grasp her surroundings, her opponent suddenly forced her to bend her back over the ropes. "Krg!.." She wheezed as she felt a fist dig into her stomach, knocking the air of her lungs. Her arms jerked upwards before slumping onto her sides.

That was not the end of it; Aria still had more belly punches to give. Already winded, the Viper only weakly squirmed in place, her arms flopping upwards and downwards in rhythm to the belly punches. Her body instinctively tried to lurch forward and coil up but her foe's grip on her chin held her in place. However, the usage of the ropes thankfully prompted the rope to intervene and attempt to put a stop to it.

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Without mercy or sympathy, Aria rained blow after blow onto Emaline’s poor defenseless belly. And the pinkette did next to nothing to stop it, simply flailing every time the Arabians fist collided with her bare midsection. It was only thanks to the referee that Aria didn’t pound the Defanged Viper’s tummy into dust. Turning her head at the woman in the striped bikini, Aria released her grip on the pinkette with a shrug.

Only for her to tuch her head underneath the Arabians armpit once more. This time she would drag her to the center of the ring were she would loop Emaline’s arm over her head. Taking hold of the pinkettes bikini bottoms, Aria would lift her into the air and let her hang there for a good ten seconds. However once that time has ended, then Aria would fall back and let Emaline’s body crash down onto the canvas in a massive stalling suplex.

[Kreydos]

Fortunately, Aria heeded the ref's demands and put a stop to her relentless belly punching. Emaline breathed out a pained yet relieved sigh but that sense of relief did not last long. Her head was forced underneath her opponent's armpit and she was brought to the middle of the ring. She felt a tug on her bikini bottom just before the world turned upside down.

However, Aria didn't immediately slam the Viper, instead keeping her held upside down and putting her beaten body on display. "Nhh..." A soft, almost unnoticeable moan escaped her lips as her arms dangled limply and blood rushed to her head from her inverted position. Eventually, she plummeted downwards. "Gak!" She bounced upwards upon the crash landing, leaving her sprawled spread eagle on the mat.

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Despite being similar in size, Emaline was much lighter than she looked. It was shockingly easy for Aria to lift her straight into the air and allow the blood to rush to the pinkettes head. The hot sun causing a small sweat to break from the Arabians skin as she stood there before finally falling back and allowing her opponent to drop onto the canvas with an incredible bang!

Sitting up, Aria didn’t really move for a moment. Simply taking a moments rest while Emaline lay sprawled out behind her. Then she stood to her feet and made her way to the corner, while the referee stood over the pinkette and began to count once more. Would the viper be able to recover enough to stand once more?

[Kreydos]

Emaline laid limply on the mat, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she heaved heavy breaths. Down and almost out, she knitted her brows when she heard the referee start the count.
"One!.."
"Two!.."
"Three!.."
However, she couldn't find it in herself to actually do anything about it. All she managed were to lift her forearms up and wave them about randomly.
"Four!.."
"Five!.."
"Six!.."

"Get up, Ema! Get up!" Again, Yoro (and kind of Shira) offered support to their friend and drummed the ring apron. "You're still in this, just get up!"
Their inspiring words sparked some life in the battered Viper who flipped herself onto her side.
"Seven!.."
"Eight!.."
"Nhga!.." Emaline grunted with audible and visible effort as she hurriedly pushed herself to her feet. Although her shaky legs making whether or not she would stay up very questionable, she somehow beat the ten count.