On Cam Match - SIG vs Emily Blaskowicz

Sig moaned into the kiss as Emily seized her lips, barely trying to repel the invading tongue in her mouth apart from flicking her own digit defiantly from time to time. The clawing on her belly then made her grunt and squirm in the corner, and she'd attempt to use her foot to push Emily away from her as a form of protest.

"Nnngg...!"

"Still a bit feisty, aren't we?" Emily noted, "Well, that won't do at all."

Removing one hand from the Stomach Claw, Emily quick slipped the hand down and grabbed the leg that was trying to push her off.

"Perhaps a lesson is in order?" the redhead queried, lifting up Sig's leg as far as Emily could reasonably push it. Pinning the leg between her body and Sig's, Emily soon resumed the Stomach Claw, though decided to hold off on continuing the kiss. For now, at least.

"Aaackk...!" Sig cried as Emily seized her leg and pushed it away to spread her limbs, before continuing the clawing on her belly. "Aaagghh... s-stop that...!" she demanded, squirming helplessly in discomfort.

She'd try to untangle her arms away from the ropes so she could attempt pushing Emily away from her with a renewed effort. The problem was that it might take too long before she could do that, which might give her opponent with more opportunities in the meantime.

Seeing Sig resume her efforts to pull free of the ropes, Emily allowed a moment to sigh before releasing the stomach claw, but not the captured leg. No, she'd be needing that soon enough.

"Oh, did you want to get free?" Emily asked mockingly, "Here, let me help you with that."

With that, she bent the captured leg down and hooked one arm through it, before tucking Sig's head under her other arm and slipping her own head under Sig's arm. If she could manage this, Emily would try to lift Sig up, pullling her free of the ropes, and bridge back before slamming her back down, intending to land a Fisherman's Suplex.

It's never a good sign when your opponent asking a mocking question or making a taunting statement like that. Obviously Emily had no intention to help Sig with freeing herself, at least not without some sort of consequences. The blonde found out about that soon enough as she was pulled from the ropes, only to be slammed back to the mat with the Fisherman Suplex. Her lithe form bounced once on the mat, and she'd lie there sprawled for a bit, panting and writhing, feeling a little dazed from the crash.

"Guhh..."

Emily picked herself up, turning to look over the downed blonde. Taking a moment to appreciate the sight of the girl lying on the mat, Emily quickly moved around to l Sig's legs.

"Okay, break time is over," Emily quipped.

With that, Emily would take a moment to attempt to grab the German's legs, intending to weave them amidst her own and lock in a Figure Four leglock. If she could manage this, she would try to stroke Sig's exposed sex with her foot, trying to throw a foot job into the mix.

Sig tried to roll herself over after she shook off her dazed state, but that apparently was when Emily decided that she had enough of recovery time. Before she could move too much, her opponent grabbed her legs, and despite her initial struggle, the blonde wasn't able to resist Emily, and her legs ended up trapped by the girl's figure four lock.

"Gaahh...!" she groaned as she felt her legs being pressured by Emily's, although apparently that wasn't all the girl would do. "Nnn...!" a moan escaped her lips as she felt the girl's foot reached further into her sex and began to stroke it. "Oohh...! Nnngghh..." she moaned some more while squirming in a mixture of agony and ecstasy, her sex already getting wet from all the previous teasing.

With the girl trapped there, moaning from the foot working her over, Emily allowed a giggle at Sig's predicament. Deciding to ramp things up from there, Emily pushed herself up, putting even more pressure on Sig's knee whIle pushing her foot more firmly against her folds.

"Man, this is way too much fun," Emily said, "Feel like doing this again later? Maybe somewhere more private, if you want."

"Urrghhh... uaahh..." Sig continued to groan and moan as Emily cranked the hold. "W-well... t-there's the stipulation... you know..." she replied, reminding her opponent about the pow rule of the match.

It didn't seem like she could get out from the hold, and her arousal only keep building up the longer she's trapped and teased like this. Sig would try to roll them around, hoping to reverse the hold or something, but she doubted that even if she somehow manged to free herself she'd be free for too long.

Emily's eyes widened at Sig's reply. She'd actually gotten so caught up in the match that she'd forgotten about that little footnote.

"Why thank you," Emily said, "I'd almost forgotten about that stipulation, to be honest."

Just then, Sig started to try to turn them over. While she didn't really have much of a chance of reversing the hold, Emily was feeling like switching out anyway. Releasing the figure-four, Emily let the German roll over onto her front before quickly going back to work. Emily would try to grab Sig's legs once more, intending to cross them over each other and push them down, locking in a double toed leglock. If she could manage that, Emily would sit down on the captured legs to keep them locked in that painful position, intending to reach forward and capture Sig in a camel clutch.

"Enjoying it?" Emily taunted, "Well, it's about to get even better."

From there, she'd try to reach down and start groping the German's appreciable chest, turning the blonde's head around and leaning forward to try to steal a kiss from her opponent.