Freia Kagami Vs. Emily Nelson

Freia's tactic had worked and the ref-girl was just about to move up next to them and start to hound Freia for her tactics, but the white wolf had not one iota of care for that at the moment as she bounced off of the ropes instead. Charging right at Emilya as she would run in and stretch out her right arm.

The white-maned wrestler would try and have her right arm crash into Emily's throat for a nasty clothesline. Attempting to make sure her arm hit across that throat instead of the woman's chest, just to make it more painful...and heel-like, to spite Emily!

Emily's eyeballs stung as she staggered away. Trying to stabilize herself so that she wasn't off-balance, she blinked furiously, her eyes watering. Slowly, vision began to return, and as she pulled one hand away, she saw that her eyes weren't bleeding, though her watery vision was still blurred. She should have known Freia would try something like that. Damn her, and her dirty tactics.

Hearing movement behind her, Emily spun at the sound-- and recieved Freia's forearm across her throat. "AGGGHK!" she gagged, the blow knocking her off her feet and sending her crashing on her back. Her breathing was hard, and she rasped weakly as she lay stunned on her back, vulnerable to whatever Freia had next in mind.

Freia's heelish tactics had paid off a lot more than she had first through they would, that thumb in Emily's eye when the ref-girl wasn't looking was just what the white haired beauty needed to get back into this match as she ran forward and drove her arm right into Emily's throat! Taking her out with the brutal clothesline and bringing her down onto her back.

Bringing that arm right up into the air the busty and beautiful Freia would march around the downed Emily. Walking up towards the woman's head as she would try and yank the Scottish Knight up towards her feet and attempt to wrap her arms up under Emily's and attempt to lift the woman up into the air and try to throw her backwards with a powerful Tiger suplex!

"Haahhh..." Emily rolled onto her side, clutching her throat as she tried to breathe again. Opening one eye, she caught a glimpse of Freia's boots as the silver-haired woman marched around her, circling her like some cat toying with her prey. She wanted to curse the Perfection Beyond Death then, to call her something suitably unladylike...but after that clothesline, it was hard enough to catch her breath.

Feeling her head grabbed, Emily found herself being yanked to her feet. Still stunned, she felt Freia's arms slide around her waist and bosom before she was thrown overhead, flying head over heels before landing hard on her shoulders in a suplex! Her entire body jolted before she flopped to her back, the Scottish Knight lying hurt from the powerful move.

Freia would push herself up to a seated position, a wide smirk on her face as she'd roll her shoulders and then start to push herself up to her feet. Turning around so she was facing Emily. The white wolf would reach down, attempting to grab a handful of that dampened hair and start to pull Emily up to her feet.

"You're in way over your head here, aren't you? C-lister." Freia let out as she'd try and slip an arm in between Freia's legs and grab at that shapely rear, the other arm around her shoulders as she would attempt to scoop Emily up into the air and then drop her down onto her back with a nasty scoop-slam!

Emily was in a world of pain at this point, her entire back on fire after it had been introduced hard into the mat. Gritting her teeth, she tried to muster the strength to move, and managed to roll a little onto her side. She couldn't afford to lose this match, not against someone like Freia. The fact that her Japanese foe was now circling and taunting her made her face redden, but beyond that, her hurting body simply wouldn't respond.

Then she felt an arm slide up between her legs, and another around her shoulders. Her eyes widened as Freia simply lifted her, demonstrating her impressive strength as she hauled Emily up sideways off the mat...and then dropped her hard onto her back again. Her already hurting back lit up with sharp agony, and despite herself, a cry escaped from Emily's lips as she lay stunned at Freia's feet.

" Hmm...I think that should be enough for the likes of you~" Freia spoke out as she stood towering over Freia. The Lovely white haired woman would proceed to try and roll Emily over onto her back and get to standing with one legs at each side of the Scottish Knight.

" Let's me show you a real Ceiling Hold, C-lister~" Freia spoke out with that sulty tone of voice of hers. As she would try and step on the back of Emily's knee with one foot, and hook the Scottish woman's foot around her shin, repeating that with her other foot. The white wolf would try and reach down for each of Emily's wrists and take a hold of them, trying to rock them backwards and get onto her back with Emily high up in the air!

Freia would try and lock in one of her deadly submission finishers! Cry For Salvation!

For several painful seconds, Emily tried to will her body to move. After that last slam by Freia, though, nothing seemed to be responding: she could barely feel her pain numbed back at this point, and her limbs felt slow and heavy. She couldn't even resist as Freia rolled her over onto her back.

As Freia began to hook her legs, Emily knew what was coming next. She tried to kick her legs free, but the most she could muster was a weak token effort before Freia grabbed her wrists and elevated her high into the air.

At this point, her body was put on full display, stretched upward and outward by Freia's cruel hold. Despite herself, Emily soon found herself screaming as her back was bent even more mercilessly by her foe, fresh agony inching it's way through her spine to the rest of her body as she was stretched to her limits.

Freia smirked as Emily struggled but there was little use in it. The Scottish knight was spent enough to make locking the busty woman into Freia's finisher was a piece of cake. Now that she had Emily locked up and in the ceiling hold finisher that she had dubbed Cry for Salvation. The plan that Freia had worked out since the beginning of the match, to have Emily cry out and submit to the white haired beauty in a move that the Scottish wrestler herself favored?....well that was just the greatest satisfaction that Freia could obtain in this match.

" Cry little C-lister, cry louder! Cry even more! Cry out that you submit to the better wrestler!~" Freia let out as she laughed following those words, though the laugh was a short one as the strain of holding up the heavier woman started to set in. Her legs and arms shaking slightly as she did her best to keep Emily locked in until the woman cried out that she would submit this match and admit that she wasn't on the same level as Freia Kagami! The white wolf! The perfection beyond death!

The pain was unbearable. Emily's slender yet fit body was put on full display, arched backward above the mat, the curve of her back, the arch of her breasts and the firm roundness of her hips pressed upward for the whole audience to ogle at. Her skin seemed to shine with perspiration, and her pink/red hair hung low like a tattered, bloody shroud as she was tormented. By her own damn finisher, no less.

Emily heard Freia's calls for her to submit, which she heard even over her own increasing cries. Her eyes screwed shut in pain, and she furiously shoot her head. Never. She would never tap to this batch, even if it cost her--

The hold seemed to tighten further, and the cry of pain turned into a blood curdling scream. Her spine felt like it was going to snap like a twig any second now. She was fighting off tears of pain at this point, resisting well into her limits. At this point she heard the ref girl to the side of them, asking Emily if she gave up.

"I GIVE!" The words came out before she could stop them. Her pride melted away in the face of relentless agony: anything to stop this torment.