Emilia Hawthorne vs Ataru Toranami (complete)

Best 2 of 3 rounds with standard rules - Win via submission or knockout

Ataru was greeted by the roaring fans as he appeared on the ramp for this new match. Since it was Tension, he could not tell if the crowd was actually cheering at him.. or just being excited at the idea of seeing a boy teased and defeated by some sexy girl.

But, that's not important now, he thought. All that matters is to get ready and grasp this chance to win the match with his semi-debutant opponent.
Once into the ring, Ataru tossed his tank top away and started some light stretching movements to loosen away a bit of nervousness, waiting for Emi to show up.

Emi lifted her arms up and stretched them into the air, stifling a yawn from a recent nap as she walked through the corridors of the backstage area, heading for the ring.

She smiled. She was on Cloud 9 right now, having graced the Tension League with a memorable and fierce debut match. Her opponent, Blaise Cameron, had been slammed, thrown and struck all over the ring. His body was exquisite and remarkable to punish, fueled with a plucky nature as well. This had no doubt led to him putting up a bit of a fight, which caught her off guard, but she had made certain he paid for his insolent behaviour. And her performance had perfectly captivated the audience too, with her brutal strength, stunning beauty and sublime grace. The three principles were key to stardom in wrestling, and she had them all.

Now the time had come to display them again in her second match. Her servant, Henry, had shown her the profile of her opponent. Ataru Toranami, of Japanese nationality, and rather youthful. In fact, Emilia had narrowed her eyes, wondering if he was even of the legal age to wrestle in AFW. She voiced this concern to Henry, who had considered the same notion and performed background checks on Ataru. His ID apparently confirmed his age, and that was good enough for the Silver Scorpion. She was dressed in her regular silvery leotard, with matching boots and white tape wrapped around her wrists and hands as well.

Her theme, Tomorrow Is Mine, began to literally burst onto the scene through the speakers as she entered the arena, to much louder applause than when she had arrived for her first match. The girl paused, allowing the cheers of the audience to soak into her, as she began to stroll down to the ring casually with a hand on her hip. Her other hand lifted up and waved, as she gave a wink. Nearby male fans turned red as she walked past them, approaching the ring. In a careful manner, Emi grabbed the bottom rope and gingerly lifted herself up, stepping between the middle and top rope into the ring. Once she had done so, she began to circle around whilst waving to the audience once again, pressing her index and middle finger to her lips in a gradual, teasing kiss that she blew to the crowd. The male spectators erupted with cheers of approval.

She stepped over to her corner and turned, hands placed on the ropes as she got her first good look at her opponent. The first thing that she noticed was how...fragile the boy looked. His petite frame, those puppy dog eyes that looked ready to cry at any moment, even the tingling nervousness going through his body didn't escape Emi's notice. He was shy, and she had to admit, utterly adorable because of it. The girl grinned. This would probably prove to be even more satisfying than breaking Blaise. As the referee approached her to check for weapons, Emi allowed them to do so...but glanced over at Ataru.

The girl stared at him, adopting a meek expression as if to show she shared his nervousness. She gave a quick wink in his direction, so fast you could miss it if you yourself blinked, and averted her gaze as if embarassed. Of course, it was all an act to unnerve his already shaky composure. Or maybe lull him into a false sense of security. Either would be a success for the Silver Scorpion~

Well, sure thing the girl didn't look like a newbie, with that teasing show for the crowd and that quick, playful wink at Ataru, who had clearly noticed it, as showed by the slight blush rising to his face.
On the other side, the girl looked a slight bit of nervousness herself, which made her look incredibly cute. A disastrous thought that Ataru quickly tried to wipe away from his mind: this was a wrestling match, not a date!
Soon the ref had checked Ataru's shorts and boots, and everything was ready for the match.

"Looks like we're opponents tonight. Well good luck for our match!", the boy would say, as if willing to ease the Emi's apparent nervousness.
Then the bell would ring, right in the middle of Ataru's silly sportmanship greetings, suddenly starting the 1st round and catching him somewhat offguard.

Emilia nearly raised her eyebrows at Ataru's words. "Well, of course we're opponents tonight, silly." She said with a subtle teasing tone to her voice. "Do you see anyone else in this ring, apart from the referee?" She gestured towards the aforementioned individual.

As the bell rang, Emi would give Ataru a coy look before the Silver Scorpion would move in. He was caught up in his 'pleasantry' greeting and therefore allowing her the first strike, which she was only too happy to take. As she slid across the ring with smooth grace, she would reach for Ataru's left hand by the wrist and aim to stamp down on his left foot with her right, holding him in place.

If she was successful, the girl would lean forward. Her kittenish expression and demure nature would have vanished, replaced by a confident smirk that told her foe she had him exactly where she wanted him. "Only jobbers rely on 'luck' to succeed in the wrestling world." Her eyes lit up with malice. "...With that said, good luck to you~" With that sweet, deadly voice drifting into Ataru's ears, Emilia would raise her left leg and aim to drive her knee painfully into the boy's gut.

Too late realizing that his naiveness had placed him right into Emi's clutches and that no... she definitely was not a shy and nervous girl, a now all-blushed Ataru tried to pull himself out of reach but her foot firmly panted on his prevented him from moving away while she could take all the chances to tease him.

Like that, all the young Japanese could do was to brace himself, trying to partly absorb the hard impact with his nicely trained abs. "What the...??? Unghhhffff....!!"

But most of the air was crushed out of him anyways, forcing the silly boy to lean forward right into the awaiting Emi.
...Once again, right where she wanted him to be.

The sound Ataru made as Emi drove her knee into his gut made the girl's face light up with a sadistic pleasure. Dismantling her opponents was what she lived for, and the Silver Scorpion relished in drawing out the torment for as long as she felt necessary.

As Ataru leaned forward, Emi sidestepped but kept a firm hold on his left arm with her right. She let go and took hold of his left with her own, stretching his limb out as she snaked her right along his back to hook around his neck. Now standing side by side and slightly behind her opponent, the slender right leg that Emilia had used to stamp on Ataru's feet would hook around the boy's own, holding him in place.

His head leaning forward from the brutal knee to the gut, Emi used a few fingers to tilt Ataru's head up by his chin as she leaned towards his ear, whispering words only for him. "I can't believe they expect me to turn a hopeless little boy into a grown man through this match." She giggled softly, the sound slipping into Ataru's ear like a lullaby. "I'm going to enjoy making you squeal...puppy~"

Tightening her hold on his neck, arm and leg, Emilia began to fall back towards the canvas, bringing Ataru down with her and slamming his back down in a russian legsweep.

Entwined in such uncomfortable and tauntingy intimate lock with Emi's arm and legs, Ataru was forced to take a full dose of her seductive charms as she leaned at kiss distance from his ear to whisper her poisoned honey words, causing the trapped boy to blush in response, to his further embarassement

The evil sparkle in her eyes was clearly warning Ataru NOT to relax at her lullaby-like cooing... not that he could do much about it in any case. A bad start of the match for Ataru... and going to turn even worse.

"Ughhh... I-I'm not your puppy... and I'll get out of this in seconnrrghhh!!" Before he could even finish his silly hero speech, leave alone breaking free, Ataru got unbalanced by a neat russian leg sweep, falling backwards onto the canvas which caused a shock to his neck.

Stunned by the not pleasant impact with the mats, the young wrestler would groan  and shake his head in a temporary daze, which took a few moments before he could try and roll away from such vulnerable position.
The problem was, that Emi was not likely to let him take those few seconds.

The smile on the Silver Scorpion's face was twisted as Ataru's neck took the brunt of the sweep. She could see he was stunned, and she wasn't about to spare him a moment's mercy. Still on the canvas side by side, she would keep a tight hold on her target; his left arm that she still held. Drawing her legs over his chest, the girl locked Ataru's arm between her thighs, placing it lightly against her chest as she held it with both hands.

"You silly fool." She spoke, a glint in her eye as cruel as her voice. "Once the Silver Scorpion has her prey locked in place...there's no hope of freedom~" To make sure Ataru got the message loud and clear, Emi suddenly yanked on his arm painfully in an armbar maneuver. She twisted and pulled relentlessly, aiming to torture him as much as possible.

There was a strange fascination emanating from Emi's demaneor and her sweetly spoken yet somewhat creepy talking.
But, this was not the time for pondering about the girl's charms... not certainly when she was pulling Ataru's arm into a painful armbar.

"Unghhh... w-we'll see... but I won't be easy prey", The boy would groan in defiance, trying to muscle his way out. But Emi's thighs pinning him down and her control of his arm would make it impossible to escape by mere force, rather making his pain worse.

He obviously had to try something different if he wanted out of the Silver Scorpion's clutches: and thus, Ataru resolved to roll into Emi's direction instead of trying to pull away. At the same time, he got up into a crouching stance, so that she would be pressed down to the mats by Ataru's weight and even his own trapped arm.

"Ngrrrrhhh.....", the boy would groan, red-faced in exertion. Hopefully, the unconfortable stance could persuade Emi to let him go. But getting himself so much closer to her thighs, it was also possible that he would  unwittingly just obtain to put himself even more into her awaiting traps.

"Has anyone told you how adorable you are when you're frustrated?" The girl teased as she yanked his arm relentlessly. "C'mon Ataru, whimper for me some more~" She instructed, giggling in a callous manner as she listened without concern for his promise to put up a challenge.

But her laugh was cut short as he suddenly roll towards her. The maneuver took Emi by surprise, and her face looked startled as Ataru managed to hold her down to the mat. He was even savvy enough to use his arm against her, even though she had it locked in place. The girl gritted her teeth and winced in the awkward position. If she let go, he'd escape, but if she didn't, he might be able to get a pin attempt...

She ignored the uncomfortable sensation of Ataru's weight on top of her to spy his midsection, which was unguarded. Her thighs were a little loose under Ataru's body, and she slipped her left leg under his toned chest so both of them were on either side of his stomach. With a satisfied smirk, Emi shot her legs up and scissored them smoothly around Ataru's midsection, aiming to squeeze them tight to restrict air flow to his lungs.

But that wasn't all she had in mind.

"If you're so eager to be on top..." She whispered, a devilish look on her face. "Then let me help you~" Her arms rose up and moved behind Ataru's head, her hands lacing through the back of his black hair and the fingers interlocking. She would then bring the boy's head down without warning, aiming to bury his cute and already red face into her soft chest so that he would struggle even harder to breath air.

Such was the cruel and beautiful nature of the Silver Scorpion.