Freia Kagami Vs. Emily Nelson

Standard match
Rules: Standard
Victory Condition: Pinfall, submission or K.O

Spoiler:

So it had finally come to pass, the moment when Freia would have to face and old rival from the Wrestle Angels hay days, the perfection beyond death didn't exactly have much of any sort of beef with the Scotish Knight, they had maybe faced a few times but it was mostly just normal matches, no rival rivalry had ever truly formed nor any real animosity....this was a fresh start though and with with Freia was planning to do she was sure that Ms. Nelson would not be too happy, as the white haired beauty was planning on winning and humiliating her fellow wrestle angels veteran.

The white haired beauty soon stepped out onto the ramp to the cheers of the crowd, as always they loved Freia despite her heelish ways, they loved the beyond beautiful white haired woman. As her hips swayed while she walked down the ramp to her entrance music, her iconic outfit hugging her curves perfectly as she stepped down to the ring, once she was there the beauty would turn around to face the ramp, reaching up with her hands to the middle ropes, she'd pull herself up right onto the ramp and then lean backwards to flip over the ropes and land on her feet inside the ring, she'd strut backwards to the center of the ring and raise her right hand into the air to give the crowd a little wave, before bringing that hand down to toss back a few strands of hair behind her shoulder.

Then she traveled over towards her corner where she'd start doing some light stretching to ready herself for her match against a fellow skilled submission wrestler.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, Emily took a deep breath as she slipped on her boots, wearing them in addition to her usual form-hugging fuscia leotard. Standing up, the Noble Fighter checked herself in the mirror and swept back her lavender hair. Normally she wouldn't be so anxious, but she had been told ahead of time who she would be facing. Freia Kagami. The Perfection Beyond Death had been one of the worst heels in the old league, and while Emily had only fought her briefly once in a tag team match, she knew that she was a rough customer, as skilled as she was cruel.

And she was quite cruel, there was no doubt about that. Emily had seen the way she had beaten and humiliated other girls in the ring. But that wasn't going to happen today, and not to her.

Hearing her music play, Emily took a deep breath and strode out into the arena.

Spoiler:

"The Wicked Symphony" played in the background as Emily strode down the ramp, to the applause of her fans. She payed them no heed, however: her attention was focused on the ring. As she strode down the ramp, she slid under her ropes and hopped to her feet, glaring at the white-haired beauty facing her from across the ring.

"Freia," she said frostily, giving the Japanese woman the faintest of nods. "Ye're looking well."

Freia quickly noticed the glare of the fellow former Wrestle Angel as the white haired beauty stepped up to the center of the ring, one hand one her hips as the other was lightly extended towards Emily Nelson.

" As do you Emily." The notorious heel spoke out in a cold manner as she'd scan Emily's body up and down, her eyes soon enough fixed upon Emily's face as she looked up at the taller woman's face.

She'd let out a light sigh before she'd look over at the ref-girl, giving her a slight not to show that she was ready for the match. " Hope you're prepared for a world of pain there, love." Freia spoke out as she'd start to drop down into her wrestling stance, awaiting the bell to ring so she could start this match with Emily.

Emily never took her eyes off of Freia, not once fooled by the other woman's nonchalant attitude-- she knew just how dangerous the Japanese woman really was. Her eyes locked briefly with Freia's, and she flinched at how amused Freia looked right about now.

"Oh, I'm more than ready t'give you one, Freia," Emily shot back, mirroring Freia's movements as the ref girl backed away. As soon as the bell rang, however, Emily would suddenly spring into action, hoping to take the initiative early on and catch Freia by surprise by faking a clothesline, before driving a knee into her opponent's belly.

Freia would shrug her shoulders at Emily's words, she couldn't help but always feel like Emily's attitude needed some adjusting, and the fact that she saw herself so highly compared to many other women....well Freia did the same but if one went around calling themselves the Scottish knight and styling themselves as a face...perhaps one should be a bit more humble.

When the bell finally rang Emily came running at Freia quickly and the white haired woman was prepare for what seemed like a clotheslines. She could easily catch that, pull Emily down into a fujiwara armbar and punish her for that! Though when she went to try and do that instead she took a painful knee to her gut! Air and spittle shot out from Freia's mouth as the white haired woman would stumble back a few steps with her arms wrapped around her gut.

" C-cheap...."

Emily's initial strike went off without a hitch, her padded knee ploughing hard into Freia's unexpecting midsection. As Freia doubled over, gasping out air and spittle, Emily heard a muffled curse from her white-haired opponent. "Cheap?" she replied, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at Freia. "That's the pot calling th'kettle black, lassy."

Grabbing a hold of her opponent's hair, Emily wasted no time in driving an elbow down into the small of her back. If this kept Freia winded, then Emily would whip her by the arm across the ring. So far, she was confident that Freia was getting the message that Emily had no intention of becoming one of her victims today...

The white haired woman was at the moment quite stunned by that knee, she hadn't expected the so-called Scottish knight to fight in such an unchivalrously manner! Though...now she knew what to expect from the woman, the fact that she had revealed her hand in the manner she was going to fight this early was both a negative and a positive for Freia.

The perfection beyond death soon took a painful elbow to the back and was then forced to run off towards the rope with that irish-whip. She ran all the way to the ropes and then turned, bouncing off of them and came running right back for Emily. She looked as if she was helpless, but she'd attempt to come running right at Emily and in the last moment the white haired beauty would attempt to raise her boot up and attempt to drive it into the Scottish Knight's chest for a running big boot!

Emily's heart rate quickened as she elbowed Freia hard, and then whipped her across the ropes. Even as she burst into a run after the white haired beauty, she quietly thrilled at the fact that she was taking an early lead against one of the most feared women in the old Wrestle Angels league. Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to pull out a win against--

Her train of thought was cut short as Freia, upon bouncing back, suddenly kicked up. Gasping, Emily was unable to stop in time, and her momentum drove her chest-first into Freia's kicking boot. "UUUUF!" she gasped, the blow causing her to instantly rebound onto her back. Huffing and gasping for air, she hugged her chest as her legs kicked at the mat.

Freia coughed out as she finally adjusted herself after she had driven that boot right into Emily's chest, shaking her head a bit as she'd look down upon the busty Scottish knight. Having taking the wind out of her sails it was time to make sure that her ship would be stranded forever!

The White haired beauty would attempt to reach down for Emily's legs, looking to take a hold of them and use them to try and twist Emily over onto her front, grabbing a hold of the dominant foot of the face wrester the Perfection beyond death would try and clasp her arms around it and start to wrench Emily into a painful ankle lock!

With a loud crash, Emily toppled onto her back, huffing and covering her hurting chest with one arm as she caught her breath. Opening one eye, she saw Freia standing over her in a dominant pose, just before the white-haired beauty reached down to grab for Emily's boots.

"No!" Emily cursed, trying to kick out and force Freia away. If she managed this, then she would use the time gained to roll away from Freia and get back to her feet-- otherwise, she would be at Freia's mercy as she was rolled over painfully in an ankle lock!