Isa - The Angel of Ice vs Emilia Sanfordson - Scarlet Fury

Standard match

Ísafold Hjalmarsdottir - The Angel Of Ice:

VS

Emilia Sanfordson - Scarlet Fury:

"Emilia Sanfordson - Scarlet Fury...."
Isa was frantically trying to do some last minute homework backstage. She had already braided her hair and put on her icy blue wrestling attire, preparing herself for the match of the night. All ready for her entrance, she had then realised that it could be useful to find some information of the opponent... But now it seemed to be too late to do that. "Ugh, what a rookie mistake..." Isa cursed herself, as her time-constrained research only yielded her a quick look at a photo of a redhead.

Isa could then hear "Of Monsters and Men" -starting to play in the arena, which meant it was her time to go. Her late realisation of missing information had messed up her cool, and now she had to quickly compose herself again to her usual cool, calm and collected stance. But for the Angel of Ice that was quite easy, and as she started heading down the ramp, there was no way the crowds could have told there had been any last-minute panic.

Isa then proceeded to perform her usual greetings. She quickly jumped sitting on the top rope, crossing her legs and greeting the audience with her hands. She then proceeded to repeat those actions on the other side of the ring, gracefully making her way in the ring before finally settling down in her corner, waiting for her redheaded opponent to arrive.

Isa may have been cursing herself at a 'lack of preparation' on her part, but her minor lack of confidence was but a fraction of of what her foe tonight was feeling. She'd spent months with her name upon the official AFW registry, and she'd yet to wrestle.

Save for her debut. That goddamn debut.

Shuddering at the flashbacks of what a much bigger, bustier frame had done to her in her debut night, Emilia was rightfully shaking at the knees. Her foe, Elisa Harrison, had neither physically dominated Emilia, or exactly caused injury. But she certainly left her mark. Whats-more, said mark would forever be a black dot as it were upon the career of Emilia Sandfordson. She had opened to such a thing after all.

The revealing one piece clad in the same colours as her long locks already equipped, Emilia would try her best to shake the extreme nerves filling her body as 'Alive & Amplified' already begun to blast upon the baying crowd. Bursting through the entrance curtain with that nervous stance essentially gleaming from her frame head-to-toe, Emilia would find herself pacing down the ramp with her sides literally shaking.

Once ringside, she would finally lay eyes upon the beauty in the ring before her, a figure that looked noticeably more confident than she. The fact Emilia had done zero prior research into the figure she was soon to be wrestling with was meant as no insult to Isa, nor as an act of overconfidence on the part of the redhead.

She was just simply focused on the very idea of wrestling again. Never mind who against.

Sliding her soft figure under the bottom ropes, Emilia would stand with arms still shakily to her side as she tried to lock eyes with the beauty before her. It wouldn't of taken a major in psychology to figure that Emilia was the very definition of nervous. The fact she didn't mutter a word, instead lips just quivering, added to such.

"Well, sounds like this girl is a rockstar..." was Isa's first thought as her opponent's entrance music began playing in the arena. For her it sounded actually quite logical.... A hot-headed rockstar could be a fitting opponent for the cool and calm Angel of Ice that she wanted to be. A clash of personalities could be interesting.

However, as Emilia became closer, something just didn't seem to be right. Her revealing attire, while nicely showing off her body, also gave a confident message along with the music. But the redhead's body language just seemed to be from another planet. She was noticably shaking, as if being under the influence of some substance. "Well, that actually is quite standard for a rockstar though" Isa laughed to herself.

As Emilia was sliding through the ropes, Isa could take a good look at her body. It was good news. Emilia seemed to be more of a cute, small and curvy, rather than a big and muscular type. Isa actually seemed to have a comfortable size advantage over her. If she played her cards right, the redhead could become perfect prey for the blonde's strong thighs...

"Is that what she's afraid of?" Isa thought as the combatants' eyes locked with each other. There wasn't any question about Emilia's nervousness anymore. She seemed to be almost afraid, as if Isa had done her something really bad before.

It was definitely a boost for the blonde's confidence, but on the other hand her nature wasn't really good for this kind of situation. As a very kind person, Isa would have instinctively wanted to start protecting her shivering opponent, rather than begin all-out attacking her. And that mentality was not fit for a wrestling ring.

Still, Isa didn't want to intimidate her foe any further. She wanted Emilia to see, that actually she was a kind person.

Isa moved herself to the center of the ring, settling there with her usual graceful statue. Keeping her eyes on Emilia, she put on a slight cute smile. "Hey there... Nice outfit! I seem to have another cute redhead trying to take me down..." Isa tried to encourage Emilia a bit, while offering her hand forward for a hand shake.

Isa wasn't actually at all sure that the seemingly nervous redhead would have the courage to shake it.

Oh god, please don't be horrible. Or vicious.

Thoughts resounding in Emilia's head would soon find themselves relieved, as the statue-esque foe before her quickly revealed herself as a woman with at least a sense of kindness about her. Not that her prior foe was nasty but well, she certainly was not nice.

Her nervous quake would quickly reduce, albeit still be somewhat noticeable to those with a keen eye. Her eyes had lit up given that whilst Isa most certainly had the size on her, she was no giant. Then again, few would have size similar to that of Elisa. It did not mean her former foes rival was not present in this blonde before her though. Emilia had already taken note of those wide hips and tense thighs.

"I..I hope we can have a good one..." Hand quickly extending to meet the one offered to her, Emilia prayed a little that the girls outward lovely appearance was not just a front. She'd already been psychologically dominated once. She'd rather not be victim to such again.

Isa could see Emilia's nervousness beginning to fade quickly. It was as if the redhead had been traumatized by someone before in the ring, and now she was starting to realise Isa was not that person. Emilia's eyes lightened up, and Isa was thinking that maybe the redhead had been squashed in her previous match by someone really big and strong, and now she was noticing that this time she had a more equal opponent. Well, Isa's kindness had probably helped as well.

Still, Isa could hear hesitation in the redhead's voice as the two shook hands. "Sure thing, let's have some fun!" the blonde replied, trying still to convince Emilia to be a bit more positive. It was empowering for Isa to see the positive effect she had had on Emilia so far. But then again, they were about to fight and Isa wanted to win, so an insecure opponent would have been better in that regard. And a wrestling ring wasn't really the right place for the faint-hearted. Maybe there was more to Emilia than what she could see...

As the bell rang, Isa was fairly confident that her still somewhat nervous opponent wouldn't be making any immediate attack. She decided to slowly approach Emilia, and at a close enough distance try to grab her left wrist and twist it over for an arm wrench and an armbar.

Please don't be an act.

Please don't be an act.

Words that kept resonating over and over in Emilia's head, the redhead prayed her opponent was not simply putting up a front for an early advantage. She was aware of the fact she looked beyond timid. She was even more aware of the fact a cunning opponent could quickly put such a thing in use against her.

Her foe seeming legitimately kind, Emilia began to spring into action, her frame soon regaining confidence not seen until prior her debut. The bell having rung, she'd opt for the standard start to any match; stepping up to her foe, for a test of strength of sorts. Neither her nor her foe seemed overtly strong in the upper body, but such a fact made the test more feasible with neither figure clad full of muscles.

Extending her hand, Emilia would grunt as she instead found her left the priority, twisted over her foes shoulder in a crooked fashion. Wincing at the sharp pain, Emilia would try to step accordingly, bringing her arm back over Isa's front, before attempting a simple roll of sorts forward in an effort to correct the twist. From there, if her kind foe hadn't responded, she'd opt to return the favour by twisting her foes own arm behind her back.

Isa thought she had a good chance to try something new. It was a familiar sight for her to have an opponent raise their hands for a test of strength to start off a match, but she hadn't guessed the nervous Emilia would be up for it. Instead, by the time the redhead raised her hands, Isa had already made other plans.

Emilia got surprised by the blonde's twists. But in this case, surprised didn't mean passive. Emilia would quickly position herself better, rendering Isa's attack ineffective. And if she was still nervous, it was apparently making her act faster as the blonde was outpaced by her twists, and now it was Isa's turn to feel pain in her arm.

"Ach, I should've just gone for the test of strength..." Isa was cursing in her mind. It was indeed her usual and preferred way of starting off a match, but she had thought that Emilia would just be further intimidated by it. Now her kindness was costing her...

Struggling for a moment, Isa then decided to bend her body forward, aiming to reduce the effectiveness of the armbar, before sweeping her other leg backwards to Emilia's feet, hoping to throw the redhead off balance.

Isa's choice of tactics wasn't so much foolish, as one often implored within wrestling. Emilia was no veteran runner of the ropes, but even she had learnt the simple counters to such a typical start. After rolling and reversing the twist upon her foe, she'd make efforts to step behind the beauty and wrench said arm behind her back. The chances of submission were next to none, but the perks of hurting a grapplers arm before the fighting itself even got fully underway were great in themselves.

Turning to do so, she'd instead find those fine statue-esque legs of her foe sweeping the floor from beneath her. Emilia released her lock upon her foes arm instantly as she tumbled to her back, instantly turning so that her legs would come up, before attempting to thrust herself back onto her feet with a pristine kip-up. She was no acrobat, but her small thin frame allowed for moments such as this every now and then. Immediately stepping to, she'd move away from her foe whilst facing her.

It was only as a small amount of distance was made, did Emilia register the pain in her shins. It was only a leg sweep, but the redhead already found herself secretly wincing at the power of her foes legs; a power she'd be making note to avoid again.

Luckily, Isa's counter seemed to be effective. Soon enough her arm was released, and she could see her leg sending Emilia down to the floor. Getting out of that small trouble right in the beginning was definitely good news for the blonde.

Isa wanted to quickly regain her balance, and turned around to face the downed redhead. And when she had done so, the blonde was very surprised to see Emilia right then back up again! Instinctively Isa stepped back a bit to gain some distance between them, which Emilia would actually be doing as well.

"Wow, that was fast!" Isa spontaneously let out as her brain was still somewhat in the encouraging mode. Then thinking it further, it seemed though that Emilia was getting up her game, and encouraging wouldn't probably be a wise strategy anymore. Maybe it was time to switch on the intimidating mode.

As Emilia seemed to be observing the situation, Isa started approaching the redhead again. This time she wanted to use some of her power. Raising her hands up, Isa wanted to try the test of strength this time around. Emilia didn't appear to be especially muscular at all, and the blonde was sure that she could push the redhead down on her knees, and it would be fun doing so.

Simply because Emilia rose quickly did not mean she had the experience here. More, she was simply using the momentum given to her, rising before her back even fully flattened on the canvas. With space away from her foe, she'd shake off her arms, making note to rub that already aching leg without taking her eyes off her foe. It was only as some space was made, did she start feeling something she hadn't felt since before her debut.

Confident.

And with confidence, for Emilia Sandfordson atleast, came some curious tendencies.

Her face growing into a small, Isa would see from a distance said smile grow to a length borderline creepy, made all the more so by the fact no teeth where shown in said grin. Eyes rolling up to those now extended hands, Emilia would dangle her arms lazily for a moment before moving in, seemingly to match her offer.

"Ah ah...you had your chance!" Hands not even going halfway towards the point of meeting her foes own, Emilia would instead opt to bring her leg up, nice and quickly, for a check-style kick to her foes shins. It was already clear Isa's legs were something else. And she needed to make early headway dealing with them.