Persistent Pest; Emaline Vs. Gil "Amra-Gil-O"

[Arista]

As Gil awoke and stumbled back toward Ema, the score barely seemed to register in her mind, at this point she was recklessly trying to get one point over Ema, trying to show her her worth, and that she belonged in the ring against her...!

Gil left herself wide-open as Emaline shot a kick her way, knocking her right in the head as she fell back to the canvas with a dull thud, her body barely twitched in response, her chest puffing up and down was one of the few signs of life. "...That's not... All that I have..." Gil kept talking big, but it was clear how little she could do to Ema.

[Kreydos]

"~Is that so?~" Emaline replied in a sing-song fashion. "Shall we put that claim to the test, then?" With her arms placed behind her back, she sauntered and stood over Gil's body. Then slowly and sensually, the Viper sat herself atop her opponent's chest and wrapped her legs around Gil's neck, trapping her arm in the process. From there, Emaline tightened the grip of her legs and constricted her foe's throat.

Mounted Figure Four Reference

[Arista]

Gil laid, practically just waiting for Emaline to make her move, she was merely a ragdoll for her to show off to at this point...! Ema took her sweet time, standing over Gil as she lowered herself to sit on her chest before placing her into a figure-four!

"...Gah!" Gil groaned, her chin pressed against Ema as her deep labored breaths turned into desperate gasps once again. She scanned her one free hand on the canvas for a moment before bringing it up to grab Ema's thigh, she really should tap-out and save herself the trouble and what little pride she could, but she took it again, letting herself be bested over and over, her eyes grew heavy and again, but like a jolt of lightning, she bucked upward, weak, but noticeable, she got a second wind, but how useful to her was that really?

[Kreydos]

Emaline's lips curled into a self-assured smirk as she coiled her legs tightly around Gil's neck, deriving sadistic pleasure out of desperate gasps for air. Suddenly, her body surged with life and she bucked upwards though it failed to dislodge the vice grip of the Viper's thighs. "~Ohohoho.~" She let out aristocratic laughter. "Even now you dare to struggle in utter futility. How splendid." At the same time, she briefly loosened the tightness of her figure four to grant her opponent a breath of air before tightening the chokehold again.

[Arista]

Emaline didn't shy away from toying with her food, letting Gil catch a few desperate gasps of air as she loosened her death-grip around her throat, but that mercy was short-lived, she soon squeezed her legs shut again, even tighter this time as Gil gagged and fought hard for the smallest breath of air, but Emaline was unforgiving...!

Drool fell from the sides of her mouth, her hands desperately hung onto Ema's strong legs, helplessly attempting to pull them apart as once again, she was falling into darkness. Her stamina was nothing like it usually was, she was far too beaten down to even put up much of a fight, and Ema knew this better than anyone as she took yet another easy round from poor Gil...!

[Kreydos]

Emaline's eyes sparkled with malicious delight as she watched Gil paw at the Viper's thighs, futilely trying to pry her headscissor apart. It didn't take long until the brunette's arms lifelessly flopped onto the mat and her eyes drifted shut, knocked out once again. Emaline breathed out a self-satisfied sigh, untangled her legs around Gil's throat, and stood up. Instead of leaving the referee to do her job however, the pinkette opted to plant her boot on the other wrestler's cheek and rub it all over her face until she stirred awake.

[Arista]

It was all about the show it seemed for Emaline, showing off to the crowd maybe, or maybe it was more-so just to inflate her own ego, but one had to wonder how much more she could inflate her ego before it was sure to blow up right in her face...!

Well, not now, that much was sure! She managed yet another fall on Gil, leaving her helplessly laying limp on the floor, as she stood up to add insult to injury placing her boot onto Gil's cheek and rubbing her face between it and the mat...!

"...Mmmugh..." Gil awoke, her legs brush against the canvas, but her resistance to Ema's boot pressing her down was almost unnoticeable! "...G-get off, I'll show you...!" Her words became more and more tired with ever knockout Ema gained...!

[Kreydos]

"Show me what exactly, may I ask?" Emaline snidely responded before she lifted her boot of Gil's face, grabbed her by her wrist, and dragged her onto her knees. "If your answer is to show me how much amusing jobber you are, then I must admit that you are succeeding superbly." Then the Viper lethargically kicked the brunette's face, tightly holding onto her arm to prevent her from collapsing only to kick her yet again. A smug smile adorned Emaline's face as she continued having her fun with Gil.

Repeated Kicks Reference

[Arista]

Gil's overwhelming optimism appeared to be crumbling a bit, but it was more likely that she was growing sluggish fall-after-fall. She could fight back as much as she wanted, but the further she fell behind, the hard it was to get back up and try again.

She awoke to a boot smooshing her face against the floor, humiliating as it was to literally be under Ema's boot, she wouldn't have to suffer it too long. She was yanked up onto her knees by her wrist, she drew in deep breaths before she took a kick to the face!

Her head turned harshly as she spit out onto the mat, then caught another kick to face. She wasn't a jobber, Ema was just being smug! But.. She had been dominated in their first bout, and this one was the same, if not worse! She had given it her all but still she was easy-pickings for her opponent, she was nothing more than a weak girl to pick on, someone who could easily be trampled by Ema, her resistance wasn't an obstacle, it was merely amusement for Emaline, she couldn't care less that Gil was fighting back, because in the end, she knew she was better than her.

"...Stop..." Gil spat again, she couldn't seem to find her breath as her face turned shade of darker pink. "...I'm not a jobber..."

[Kreydos]

Surprisingly, Emaline actually stopped kicking Gil's face at her request. With an air of aristocratic nonchalance, the pinkette placed her foot beneath the brunette's chin and helped her sit up. "Not a jobber?" Emaline scoffed and shook her head. "The opportunity to humble a being of such grand delusion as you is a sweet fortune which I will thoroughly savour." Without skipping a beat, she stopped supporting Gil's head before thrusting a brutal kick right at her chest with the same leg.

Foot lift reference