Emilia Hawthorne vs Ataru Toranami (complete)

Too late Ataru had realized the big flaw in His excessively direct attack, as Emi used His own momentum to irish-whip him into the corner.
The hard impact of His back against the turnbuckle sent Ataru offguard for a moment, more than enough for the Silver Scorpion to follow with her arm lariat.
"Unghhhh...!", Emi's successful maneuvre was rewarded by Ataru's groan of pain, the boy temporarily stunned against the corner where she had crushed him again.

Emi held her arm against Ataru's neck, letting the tension that vibrated through his body quiver through her own. With a dangerous smile, she pressed her body against Ataru's own, holding him against the turnbuckle. Then she leaned to his ear, where the boy again would feel the sweet, twisted voice of his foe drift into his ear. "Now it's time you felt the Silver Scorpion's Sting." She whispered.

She placed her hands on Ataru's shoulders and pushed him down into a seated position, arms draped over the ropes. Emi would then walk over to the opposite turnbuckle in a casual manner, taking her sweet time as she waved and winked at the audience. The crowd was roaring and anticipating her next move, which would leave a definite impression upon them. But Ataru would be the one who remembered it.

Reaching the other turnbuckle, Emi placed an index and middle finger on her soft lips, holding her arm into the air afterwards in a showboating manner. Then, she pressed the two fingers on her hip. Specifically, a pink tattoo of a scorpion. Emi knelt and then suddenly pelted at full speed towards Ataru, swinging her body round and making to slam her hip into his face to crush it against the turnbuckle viciously. The last thing the boy would see before the impact was the tattooed scorpion, signalling the sting he was about to feel, as the cheers of the audience intensified.

Looking at Emi turning around in the middle of her rush with a somewhat gracious move to present her round butt to Ataru, many would think that was the most beautiful scorpion's sting you could take...

Not Ataru in any case: as the dazed boy couldn't recover in time to move away, his vision refocused only in time to see Emi's hps, and precisely that pink tatto of her meet his face at impressive speed.

Sting or not, the momentum was enough to crush Ataru's head between her hip and the corner. "UMGFFHHH.....!!". A somewhat muffled groan would follow, and the stunned boy would surely fall forward, face first onto the mats as soon as Emi would move away.

Emi didn't need to turn around to know that Ataru had hit the canvas. The sound of her opponent flopping to the mat like a fish was all she needed, and she glanced over her shoulder with a hand on her hip looking hurt in a faux manner. "Come now, Ataru. Is the floor really that more appealing to kiss than me?" She smirked, swaying the back of her hair in a graceful manner.

She would circle around the boy leisurely, knowing she had him where he wanted him. His battered body with those cute, but firm muscles and the adorable way his face tightened from every hit and move...such a specimen to torment was rare. The Silver Scorpion grinned in a sadistic manner as she knelt down, grabbing Ataru's neck and his shorts to pull him to his feet.

"Time to get up off the floor, puppy." She commanded, before leaning forward to the dazed boy with a smug look. "I'm going to grant you a special honour. The first to experience my submission finisher~" Grabbing ahold of Ataru again, Emi lifted the boy almost effortlessly with both hands, one hooked onto his arm, the other on his leg.

She draped him over her shoulders, looking to win the first of two falls. Lacing her soft, but strong arms over Ataru's neck and legs with his chest facing the lights above, Emilia began to bend the boy by pulling harshly on both ends of his body. Her strength was immaculate, holding Ataru with barely any strain in the middle of the ring as the crowd cheered.

"Your torment ends when you scream~" The girl advised with a giggle, as she softened her arms around his neck and legs. Then, she'd pull mercilessly on them again, then ease up, then rinse and repeat. Pain was best applied in intervals rather than all at once. And she still had another fall to secure after this. For now, Emi tugged ruthlessly at the boy, arcing his back in an excruciating way over her body.

Picked up into a torture rack by a girl was not only painful, but also humiliating, as it was quite the shameful reverse role to be placed into a power submission by a woman! Nonetheless, there he was, arched painfully by Emi's hands pressing against his neck and his legs with the cruel beauty parading with her prey, showing his helplessness to the roaring fans.

"Unggggh... unrghhhh....!" Trapped in a hellish "press and release" pattern, Ataru would reward every flexing of Emi's muscles with a loud groan of pain, getting weaker with each new pressure.

"Uughhh.... l-let me...go....aaghhh!". Relying on the flexibility of his body... maybe his best "athletic" quality, the trapped boy was not giving up, in spite of sharp pain dished at knowing intervals to his whole back.
"Maybe I can resist enough for Emi to get tired", Ataru thought,  but was it a good idea? Assuming that she would eventually let him go, all that stubborn resistence was making his body ever weaker and almost numb... which meant that she could still toy with him as she pleased afterwards. "urggh... ghhhh...", he kept groaning.

Emi marched around the ring with Ataru draped helplessly over her shoulders, displaying her daunting power to the audience. The boy was her canvas, which she used to paint an image; one that testified to her strength and ability to the crowd. And his groans, strained and hoarse, only spurred her on, smirking devilishly each time she pressed and released him.

"Weren't you paying attention, silly boy?" She teased. "I'll let you go when you scream for it." Her face fell with a glare Ataru couldn't see, but could definitely hear in that deadly, sweet tone of her voice. "And weren't you taught manners? You should ask with 'please'~"

To emphasis her point, she reinforced her hands on Ataru's back and neck, gripping them tightly before bending his back harshly over her shoulders in a torturous hold. This was intended to win her the first fall of the match. The Silver Scorpion gritted her teeth as she arced the boy, giving him no mercy. "Does the little puppy feel like submitting to me now...?~" She cooed mockingly, as the audience roared in support of her. "Or would he prefer I snap him like a twig first?

Helplessly draped across Emi's shoulders, the boy would realize the foolishness of his hopes that she would get tired of carrying him around before his back would be tenderized and reduced into mush.

Quite the opposite, the Silver Scorpion had kept parading around the ring with nonchalance, alternating from bouncing him and pouring the pressure into her torturing hold while leisurely chatting and cooing to her victim.

"UURGHHHH.... P-PLEASE...PLEASE LET ME GO.. OK? UGHH...I BEG YOU PLEASE!!!", the boy would beg aloud, making sure to put the emphasis on the "please" part as instructed. As humiliating as it could be, there was always a possibility that she would decide to let him go just with that, as she promised. Not very likely to happen, but still possible.

A victorious, sadistic smile rose upon Emi's face as Ataru started screaming and howling, the boy pleading her to release him. The first fall of the match was hers. Still stretching her victim in her vicious hold, the girl would finally pause and merely hold Ataru over her shoulders. "Did you finally learn the magic word, Ataru?" She asked him mockingly. "Still, it was a little longer then I would have liked, so I really ought to make sure you remember this lesson, don't you agree?"

Ataru's brief respite was over; the boy would be vaguely aware of Emi's body tilting as the girl gripped his neck and legs one last time. But instead of resuming the submission hold, the Silver Scorpion aimed to drop to the side and spike Ataru harshly on the canvas head first, sending every nerve of his into agony. There, she'd lie on the floor in a sultry pose for the crowd, one hand casually propping her head up while the other laid on Emi's hip with her finger tapping on her soft flesh, as her foe would lay crashed beside her.

If Ataru had hoped that giving into Emi's will could spare him a further torture so that he could try and get her back in round 2, well he was both right... and damndely wrong!

For the Silver Scorpion would actually let him go, but in the less gentle way possible, dropping him head first to the canvas. A bolt of painful numbnenss spread from where he impacted the mats to the rest of his body, causing him to lay down, mangled and in a state of half-consciousness while the sultry, evil beauty laid down in sexy poses at his side.
"unnghhhh........", he would groan just faintly, writhing side to side slowly in numb pain.

Flashes darted across the audience as the crowd took photos of Emilia in her sultry pose, the girl smiling faintly as she basked in the cheers and the low moans of her foe next to her. She had done a real number on him, that was for sure...but it was only the first of two falls. The Silver Scorpion wasn't here just to defeat Ataru, but to dismantle, humiliate and crush him. Anything less was unacceptable in her eyes.

She enjoyed the attention of the spectators for a little while longer, like a kitten being fussed over, before the girl began to lift herself up on her feet. Emi did so in a leisurely manner, taking her time and performing elegant stretches to relieve her body of tension and to also give the crowd even more to focus on. When she was finally done, the girl blinked before glancing down at Ataru with a cold smirk as if she had only just remembered he was there. In truth, Emi hadn't, but it was a show of dominance; he was nothing compared to her and everyone present in the arena knew it.

Probably even Ataru himself~

Instead of going on the offensive, the Silver Scorpion actually left Ataru alone, but crossed her arms and began to tap her toes on the canvas as if she was getting impatient.  "Come on, Ataru~ I've been putting you through your paces so far. When are you going to show me what you're capable of?" She leaned forward with a smug look as she stared down at the boy like he was trash. "Are you too frightened to face me? Or do you just love being thrown and slammed around the ring like a toy?~"