Serina Kashibara vs Emily Blaskowicz

Emily Blaskowicz vs. Serina Kashibara
No DQ Humiliation Strip Submission match - Anything Goes
Victory by humiliating submission once the opponent has been completely stripped
Additional Stipulation: Swimsuits only.


After her last match with that Maddie bitch, Emily was feeling decent enough as it was. That loss in her debut still stung, and Emily could still feel the need to prove that her victory against Maddie hadn't been a one-off. Thankfully, another match wasn't long in finding its way to her. Even better was the fact that it was a humiliation match, one that required that her opponent be stripped before being forced to submit. Sure, she'd gotten some action in on Maddie, but that had been different. Here it would actually be needed to guarantee a victory.

With these thoughts running through her head, Emily soon ascended the stage to a mixed reaction, one that she cared not a whit for. Tugging on her bikini, almost as bright a red as her hair, a few times to make sure it was secure, Emily made her way down to the ring, confident strides bringing her to the squared circle as she climbed in, walking over to her corner and relaxing against the turnbuckle, waiting for her opponent.

After getting kicked out of the running from the Summer Splash tournament, Serina was back in her usual, foul mood and itching for a fight. Unfortunately for her, tonight was yet another strip match, and an even worse one at that considering it was only in bikinis. With her long standing bad luck at keeping her clothes on in fights, things like this were one of her less desired stipulations, although this time having it merely as a condition for a submission wasn't too bad. Probably.

Emerging on stage in a black bikini with a purple trim, Serina was greeting to an all-too-familiar chorus of boos and jeers. Of course it was to be expected with her attitude and losing record, and with all the perverts trying to see her naked, but it honestly bothered the dirty blonde haired girl little. She was only here to make money and beat the shit out of other girls.

Marching down to the ring, she climbed up into her corner to see her opponent. The gaudy color of Emily's hair was enough to cause Serina to fume, remembering both her fights against Lucy and Ro. With a scowl on her face, she called out, "So are you the bitch I get to fuck up tonight?"

Emily allowed a grin as she watched her opponent, clearly pissed about something. Emily didn't know what, but damn if she wasn't going to take advantage of it.

"Depends," Emily said, stepping forward from her corner just enough to give herself some room in case Serina tried charging.

"You could be the one getting fucked up instead," Emily jeered, part of her wishing she had a mic in her hands at that moment. Regardless, even if the crowds didn't hear it, it would suffice if Serina heard.

"Just try it, you cunt." Serina spat back as her scowl deepened. Cracking her knuckles menacingly, the dirty blonde walked right up to Emily. Glaring at the just slightly taller redhead, she jabbed a finger into one of the girl's rather impressive breast. "I'll rip these shitty fake tits right off." she snarled, inadvertently letting a little bit of her chest size complex show.

Emily waited and watched as Serina walked right up to her, sticking a finger in her chest and making a quip about them being fake. Without so much as cracking a smile, Emily would try for a sudden headbutt, bringing her head crashing down on Serina's.

If she could manage this, Emily would try to follow up with a knee to the gut.

"Bitch, do you think I can afford plastic surgery?" Emily would say.

Leaning in close, Serina ended up taking Emily's surprise headbutt point-blank. "Gaaahhh! You fucking whore...!" she cursed, stumbling back a few steps while she clutched at her face. Regaining her footing, Serina tried to ready herself to fight back just as the bell finally rang, but by then Emily was already upon her, slamming her knee into the dirty blonde girl's bare abdomen.

"Ooompph!" Serina gasped, doubling over as she was winded by the blow.

"Wrong," Emily said, trying to quickly slip behind Serina and wrap her arms around her waist. If she succeeded, she'd try to pull Serina up and back, intending to start the match off with a bang. Or rather a German Suplex.

"The answer," Emily would continue, "I can't. You just have bad luck."

"Shit...!" Serina cursed loudly as Emily grabbed her from behind. She tried to break free, but couldn't in time before the redhead pulled her off her feet and suplexed her hard into the mat. "Gaah...!" the dirty blonde girl cried out in pain.

As nice as it would've been to keep up the pressure, Emily was at her wits end here. While the suplex was normally a hard move, it was also hard to transition into a submission from it, or from another move for that matter. While that might not have been much of a problem if Serina had been worked over a bit more, as she was now the time between letting go and getting ready for the next move might be enough for her to recover.

Deciding not to take that risk, Emily quickly disengaged, stepping back towards her own corner but leaving some room just in case while she waited for Serina to come at her again.

Rolling out of the suplex, Serina quickly staggered back to her feet, glaring hatefully at her redheaded foe. Charging forward recklessly in her anger, she dove straight at Emily, trying to spear her to the mat.