Emilia Hawthorne vs Ataru Toranami (complete)

Maneuvred into such uncomfortable and dangerous upside-down hold, Ataru's attempt at flipping Emilia over had miserably failed. Even worse, he was now firmly locked in her embrace while she paraded him around for the fans, his front suggestively rubbed by her full breasts while he was absolutely not in condition to enjoy that closeness in any way.

But since it was from the Silver Scorpion, the worst part was yet to come of course, as the surprisingly strong girl dropped herself into a sitting position, pile-driving Ataru's poor head right down to the mats.

"Unnrggghhhhh...!!! @_@". Taking Emilia's power move fully, Ataru feel like an electric bolt course from his neck to the rest of his body, shifting into a wave of numbness immediately afterwards.
Laid on the mats between her spread apart legs, Ataru's frame was twitching in reflexive response to the nerve-shacking slam but, other than that, the boy seemed to be basically unresponsive from the hard strike.

The ring announcer was yelling into the mic about Emilia having probably connected with the finishing blow there, and the fans were roaring wildly. Whether Ataru was really done or still able to gather some miracle energy resources, they where just enjoying the vicious show.

The girl watched her hapless victim crumple to the ground, spasms coursing through his body from the pain shooting through his nerves. She surveyed his battered and bruised frame with a scowl, her forehead creasing. Ataru was either knocked out, or bordering on the edge between consciousness and sleep. Emi made a dismissive sound; the announcer and her fans were roaring yet she had blocked out all sense of hearing. Her focus was entirely upon Ataru, as she began to lean forward before draping her body over his in a voluptuous pin attempt.

She continued to frown as the referee fell beside her, ready to begin the count. “1!” A loud smack upon the canvas. “2!” Another followed, shaking the mat. The ref prepared to make the final slam of their palm to finish the match. And then, Emi's lips twitched into a sadistic smirk. She laced her fingers through Ataru's hair and suddenly threw herself off, lifting the boy's head up. To the audience, it would give the impression that Ataru had broken the pin hold. The referee's hand hovered inches from the mat and therefore that precious '3' count that the poor boy was probably secretly hoping would come. But his unrelenting spirit to yield had caused Emi's temper to snap. And he was about to pay for it, in full.

She began to lift herself off the ring floor, deliberately being as slow as possible to draw out Ataru's impending defeat and hype up the crowd. The Silver Scorpion crouched and took hold of the boy's head, taking her time to draw the unsteady victim upon his feet. When she had finally drawn him up to his full height, she turned him around, and then grabbed hold of him from behind. Her left arm snaked around his waist, her hand stroking his abused abdominal region tenderly. Her right hand meanwhile took hold of Ataru's chin, tilting it up as she rested her own chin on his shoulder, her lips breathing on his ear.

“Didn't you listen to me? I didn't enter this ring to simply beat you.” Her whisper was deadly as she began to claw into his stomach and chin respectively with her fingernails possessively. “This match was always about destroying you...hee hee...my adorable Ataru~” With that, she released her hand from his gut to blow a teasing kiss into his ear. Then, Emi knelt down to place her head between Ataru's thighs, her arms locking around the boy's own behind his back and trapping him in place. With incredible strength, Emi rose up, standing proud with Ataru hanged upside down. His back was against hers, with his no doubt throbbing head set for a second and final brutal slam to the canvas. She held him there to the cheers of the audience, just to stress his hopeless predicament to him.

Dazed and spent from the pile driver, Ataru had felt Emilia's voluptuous body cover him for the final pin. In his pitiful conditions, it would feel like being covered by a merciful blanket with her warm and comforting curves.
But the Silver Scorpion was apparently not meaning to give anything merciful or comforting to her weakened opponent, as he soon realized at the feel of his swooning head being pulled up, enough to lift one of his shoulders off the mats and thus interrupt the count.

With Emilia possessively embracing him from behind, Ataru's muscles couldn't help but twitch reflexively at the sultry touch and the alluring yet creepy whispers.

"U-Uhh...don't...nnghhh....". With Ataru too weakened to even put up a coherent protest, leave alone a struggle, Emi had her easy way to lift the boy and lock him upside down in her hold like a sort of human backpack.

Ataru would feel the blood rush to his head: paraded around the ring with no strenght left to fight back, he knew that the end was coming, and that he could not do anything about it.
The crowd showed to be well aware of this climaxing point of the match too, as the loudness of their roars was rising up to signify their eagerness to see a male's demise at the end of a sexy girl.

Ataru didn't struggle against the girl as she hoisted him almost effortlessly behind her back. There was the feeble attempt of a plea that the boy made, but even that seemed like a struggle for him. Emi gave an innocent sounding laugh, one completely at odds with the cruel expression on her face. “It's too late to beg, you silly boy. This is simply what you deserve for thinking you had a chance against me~”

She basked in the glow of the lights overhead, and the chants of the audience that were keen to see the finale of this match. The Silver Scorpion grinned, looking giddy with sadism at what she was about to do. “Past your bedtime, I believe.” She tensed her body, the subtle sign to Ataru that her finisher was incoming. “Good night, Ataru~”

Emilia dropped to the canvas, harshly driving Ataru down head-first with her vicious Scolopendra Breaker. The violent move sent a savage tremor across the ring and even to the ropes, which shook from the impact. But it would be nothing compared to the ripple through Ataru's body, sending the poor boy numb and most likely unconscious. Some would consider it a mercy after everything, but for Emi, it was the final lesson to her hapless foe. The price for standing against her.

She let go of Ataru's arms in a dismissive manner, causing the boy to crumple down on his front. Emi remained seated, enjoying the roars of the crowd at witnessing her finisher. They were definitely appeased. But instead of going for a pin attempt...the girl began to stand. Confusion began to spread throughout the spectators as she turned to glare down at Ataru. Surely she didn't have more for him? What else could she put him through?!

The girl pressed her boot against the side of Ataru's ribs. With a hand on her hip, she rolled him over with her foot casually so that he was lying face up now. Then, her heel was placed over Ataru's chest, pressing down to keep him there. She glanced at the referee, silently signalling that this was her pin attempt. Her final way of humiliating her opponent.

The referee dropped to their knees and slammed a hand upon the canvas. “1!”

Brought down head first again by Emi's Scolopendra Breaker, poor Ataru got to know first-handedly... or better said first-headedly why his opponent was called "The Silver Scorpion".

The hit to the mats felt just like being stung by Emi's poison spreading from his spine to the rest of his body.
A painful kaleidoscope fo crazy colors would fill Ataru's vision for a slight moment, then not-so-merciful darkness enveloped him as he dropped down to the mats like a dead fish, released from Emilia's clutches.

The ref-girl had started to count him as the cruel beauty stood over him in all her glory, using nothing but a mere dainty foot to keep him down.
Not certainly an inescapable pin, if he still had a slight amount of strenght and awareness.

Unfortunately for him, that was not the case: Held down by Emi's foot, Ataru was lightly twitching and letting out some meek, incoherent mumble but, other than that, he was unresponsive and virtually unconscious.

"TWO...!", said the ref-girl slapping the second count, but it was not even understood by Ataru's numb mind at this point.

"THREE!"

The word followed the final slap of a palm upon the canvas, followed by three rings of a bell and the audience erupting into cheers and applause. But Emi only had eyes for the immobile foe under her heel, continuing to stare down at him with complete disdain and contempt. To her, he was little more than a slab of meat, her bruised and twisted handiwork on full display to the audience. This was what enthralled her, what motivated her to wrestle and achieve victory.

"Don't feel TOO bad, Ataru." Emi said, with a magnanimous tone. She was uncertain if he could even hear her, but that didn't concern her. "If anything, I have to commend you on how much better you are than me at taking a beating. It makes you so..."

She leaned down, pressing her soft fingers to her even softer lips, and then moving them down to gently touch Ataru's own lips with a cold smirk. Not quite the kiss Emi had promised him, but then she doubted he could appreciate the genuine treat right now.

"...special~"

She finally removed her heel from his body, taking her time to stroll out of the ring in a lax manner. Of course, she was giving the crowd as much time as they could get to snap pictures of her. Not to mention admire her beauty and confidence, which she was positively radiating right now. That made two victories under her belt, and Emi had her eyes set on many, many more. Whether Tension was prepared or not, she was going to swarm through the league and ensnare countless victims in her clutches. But before leaving the arena entirely, she turned her head over her shoulder to look upon Ataru for one last moment. The Silver Scorpion smirked, winking at the Japanese boy with a single thought running through her mind.

"Until next time...my darling puppy~"