Freia Kagami Vs. Emily Nelson

Freia quickly reached down for that leg of Emily's but when she attempted to grab it the woman kicked her feet out, it didn't exactly hit her but it did force the busty white haired woman to stagger back. She shook her head and would try and wait for Emily to start to get up.

From there the white haired beauty would attempt to charge at the Scottish knight, and when the fellow wrestle angels veteran rose up towards her feet the Perfection Beyond Death would attempt to driver her shoulder into Emily's abs with a spear right to her gut!

Relieved to have narrowly escaped from Freia's clutches, Emily rolled away from the other woman and up to her feet. She had seen Freia in action often enough to know not to let her lock in a submission early-- otherwise, from that point on she would simply be at the other woman's mercy.

As Emily rolled up to her feet, however, Freia came lunging at her. Surprised, Emily tried to block a fraction of a second too late-- her body folded around Freia's shoulder, and the air exploded from her lungs as she went crashing down to the mat underneath the Perfection Beyond Death.

Knocking Emily down a peg or two was perfect for the perfection beyond death, the white wolf laid on top of Emily for a second or two before swiftly attempting to pull back as quickly as she could and take a hold of those legs. Looking to use those legs to try and quickly force Emily over onto her front, looking to have the woman's large breasts press down against the mat as she'd attempt and seat herself firmly against the woman's strong back...

She'd try and pull those legs back and attempt to bend the Scottish Knights frame into a C-shape as she'd try and lock in a painful and rather fun submission move, for her at least as she got to press her perfect rear down upon Emily's lovely back, a boston crab submission hold!

Still huffing after the second direct blow that had left her winded, Emily kicked at the mat, trying desperately to regulate her breathing. For the second time, she felt Freia grab at her legs-- and this time, Emily couldn't kick them free in time. In an instant, she found herself being rolled over onto her front.

"No--!" she gasped, pressing an elbow down to arrest the roll. Try as she might, though, Freia would eventually manage to get her on her front, and a second later, a cry of pain escaped Emily's lips as her legs were bent back. Her slender body was suddenly bent and curved painfully. Biting back a further cry, Emily shut her eyes pressed her palms to the mat and tried to roll her upper body under, hoping to grab at Freia's legs and roll her up in a surprise pin before she could do to much damage...

Freia smirked as she managed to pour the pain down upon Emily's spine, she knew well enough that the busty Scottish Knight prided herself on some of her own submission skills...hell they even shared a finisher, something that Freia wanted to prove here and now, tonight just which one of them was better.

It wasn't and overt rivalry or feud, and underlying one that had been boiling for ages for they had never clashed before. Though it was time to show the world, the AFW fans and the old Wrestle angels fans just which one of them was better!

Freia locked in the boston crab and was able to bend that back into a C shape, though as she was about to finally seat herself down upon that back, placing her vivacious rump down upon Emily's back, the Scottish knight grabbed onto her legs and rolled Freia up into an awkward pin...the white haired beauty was caught by surprise, but not enough. The Ref-girl just managed to get to the pair before Freia would kick out and try to roll away from Emily, not even getting a 1 count.

Emily's back had felt like it was about to snap before she managed to reach back, snatching at one of Freia's heels and rolling the two of them over. In an instant, Emily was on her back, holding her breath as she wrenched back on Freia's leg and raised her ass inelegantly in the air in a roll-up pin. The count reached one, however, before Freia kicked out, the motion sending Emily rolling away.

Huffing, Emily rolled back up to her knees, breathing hard, her back still throbbing from Freia's attentions. Glaring across at her foe, she would stand back up gingerly and begin to circle again, not wanting to give Freia the advantage as the moved cautiously...

Freia rolled away just like Emily did and got up to her knees, the crowd starting clapping a bit at the show of skill from the grapplers in the ring as both of them seemed fairly even so far, and why wouldn't they ? They were both long time veterans who had clashed with the same kind of opponents throughout their long careers.

Once they were both up on their feet, glaring daggers at each other the white haired beauty would start to circle the Scottish knight just like she did. After a bit of circling around the ring however...Freia would try and break the stalemate and rush forward, looking to offer honest and fair lock up...or something along those lines.

Standing back up, Emily met Freia's gaze unflincingly, and mirrored her white-haired foe's movements, going into a circle as the other woman began to do the same. She was reminded a little of her old match against Odessa Brock...except that white-haired beauty had at least fought honestly, and at least then the humiliation (and attraction) had been mutual on both sides. 

In an elegant blur of movement, Freia suddenly darted forwards. Emily rushed forward to meet her in a lock up, though she remained wary of any tricks Freia might pull as the two of them met and locked up, collar and elbow...

Freia was planning on showing not only the Scottish Knight but the AFW crowd just who of them was the better wrestler, also which one of them truly deserved the ceiling hold as their finisher. Oh yes, Freia had a slight rivalry with Emily, not an open one with lots of matches between them...but ever since their AFW days there had been talks about who performed the ceiling hold the best....tonight Freia thought would be the perfect chance to show everyone who of them was really the better woman and wrestler.

Freia and Emily locked up and they both ended up struggling, the white haired beauty would try and twist and turn them towards the left and then the right, trying to unbalance Emily from her footing and then try and throw the woman down onto the mat, if she could do so then Freia would take a step back and stretch out her arms wide in a taunting manner.

Emily was barely prepared as Freia rushed into her, catching her white-haired foe in a grapple. "Nnnngh!" she grunted, clenching her teeth as she and Freia pushed and twisted against one another. Despite her more willowy frame, Freia still had a lot of strength behind her. As they struggled, the two of them briefly touched foreheads, Emily's eyes meeting Freia's red irises. Damn her, the Perfection Beyond Death was still smiling.

Suddenly, Freia pivoted, and Emily was suddenly thrown forwards, head over heels. "WAFH!" she gasped, grunting as she slammed butt-first into the mat. Pain shot up her tailbone, but she wasn't down: pressing her palms to the mat, she suddenly tried to push off it, rolling back in a cartwheel to kick back and hopefully surprise Freia with a hit to her face or chest!