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

Isa wanted to get her usual strategy going, and that meant trying to get Emilia firmly grounded on the floor. The test of strength seemed like a perfect opportunity to do so - but now it was turning out to be an opportunity that the blonde had missed. The redhead was turning up a decidedly confident posture now, and wasn't going to fall in Isa's trap.

"Ach!" Isa cried out as Emilia's kick caught her completely by surprise. Taking a couple of steps back, it was time for the blonde to really reassess the situation. She didn't want to let herself get caught in such strikes anymore. Emilia seemed now to be knowing well what she was doing, and the thought of the redhead faking her nervousness regained some ground on Isa's mind. Maybe she was falling victim for a strategy luring her into underestimating Emilia.

Well, it was time to get this match going for good then. She could no more feel sorry for Emilia, or be easy on her. With a couple notches more serious face, Isa started approaching the redhead again. This time, she wanted to get hold of the other arm of her opponent, trying to Irish whip her into a corner. If that turned out to be successful, Isa would then run after her hoping to smash Emilia against a turnbuckle with her bigger body.

Emilia knew that if the leg could deliver so much power kicking her, it certainly wouldn't be soft to kick against. She'd try to place the stinging feeling off in her foot for the moment, trying to pretend as if she didn't feel a thing. In all honesty though, she knew she certainly wouldn't be connecting bare flesh against such strong legs again if she had a say in the matter. Holding her ground, Emilia's focus on maintaining that untouched posture soon cost her, as the bigger beauty latched onto her arm with ease.

"What the..!" She'd roar, eyes rolling from her quickly reddening foot to an arm already pulling at her, before she found the momentum forced upon her. Back to the corner, she'd try but seemingly fail to muster a defence, as she found her thicker foe closing the distance, smashing all wind from her as their frames were forced to mould to one another!

Emilia seemed to be readily falling for Isa's attack, as the blonde managed to swing the smaller redhead around towards the corner with relative ease. Running after her, for a moment Isa feared for the worst as Emilia seemed to be getting up her defences. But luckily, it was only an illusion as the redhead's attempts came to nothing before the two fighters collided.

Taking a few steps back, Isa could see the attack really have an effect on Emilia. This was one of the reasons she liked to wrestle against smaller girls - there was so much she could do to them just because she had a bigger body! And while she had felt compassion towards the redhead in the beginning, now it was all about trying to win her in the most efficient way possible.

Seeing Emilia still trying to recover from the hit, Isa would take a few steps forward again. Counting on Emilia not trying to do anything yet, Isa would try to pull her head down and tuck it between the blonde's thighs. She could then find support for her hands from the top ropes in order to keep her balance, while hoping to squeeze Emilia's head in the scissor hold.

Emilia was only suffering from flashbacks as Isa's minorly larger frame embraced her own fully for a moment. She didn't have a size advantage on her comparable to Elisa, but damn did the move hurt. Such became apparent, as Emilia visibly slurred a step out of the corner, arms waving at some invisible force to aid in catching herself. That invisible force soon became Isa herself, as the Angel of Ice soon opted to squeeze some sense back into the girls skull.

Head forced down into powerbomb position, Emilia would latch her hands onto those immensely powerful thighs in preparation for the lift. But it did not come. Instead, only pain.

A hell of a lot of pain.

Screaming instantly at the application of what felt to be a genuine vice, Emilia's hands instantly went soft as did her legs. She'd soon try to force themselves back into activity after turning into mush for a brief second though; kicking her feet as if she was in tantrum, her hands slapping her foes legs as much as she could. The pain was simply too much to comprehend a reasonable counter. Luckily though, to her luck, she would not need one soon.

With Isa's hands clutching the top ropes fiercely for support, she'd find herself victim to a screaming official, who had already begun the count for a rope break. Five seconds. It felt like a eternity for poor Emilia, who already felt her cheeks puffing.

"ONE!"

"TWO! COME ON ISA, BREAK IT UP!"

Isa's instincts were telling her to show Emilia what she was up against, and that meant making the Scarlet Fury feel her leg power. The way she chose to do it might not have been the most conventional one, but that just suited her plan. If it was up to Isa, that's where she wanted Emilia to end up - firmly between the pressure of her legs. Conventionally or not.

Also instinctively, Isa grabbed the top ropes to make the hold feel extra painful. And it seemed to work very well. Feeling the redhead's hands on her thighs, Emilia was showing great signs of pain and panic, and her struggles made maintaining the hold less comfortable.

But Isa's instincts had also betrayed her.

"W-what?!? Achh..." the blonde exclaimed in frustration as the ref girl had started her counting. Rope break was something she hadn't automatically gotten used to, as it had been rarely, if ever, enforced in her uni league back in Reykjavik. But upon realising the situation, Isa promptly obeyed the orders given to her. She was not one to cheat. Well, at least on purpose.

Releasing Emilia, Isa took quite a few steps back, all the way to the middle of the ring. On the other hand, she wanted to see how the redhead would react on getting a good taste of her leg power. And on the other, Isa felt just slightly guilty about the ref having to intervene, and she wanted to give Emilia a chance to attack.

That was, if the redhead would be up for it. And Isa was fairly sure she could block the attack anyway.

The release was quick, instantaneous almost, but the effects were still there. Emilia instantly fell to all fours, her cheeks as puffy and red as her very hair, gasping out wildly already. She commended the girl somewhat, not only on that insane leg power, but on her sportsmanship. Emilia herself couldn't of said she'd of been so quick to release had positions been reversed.

The referee passing the Icelandic beauty as she closed into check the condition of the redhead, Emilia would find her hand raising to grasp the ropes as she questioned her. It was rare to see an official check the quality of a contender so early into the bout, but even those a great deal away in the crowd could see the level of power Isa's legs exerted in such a brief moment.

"Emilia? Can you continue?"

A question that quickly went ignored, as Emilia stood straight albeit wobbling at first. Correcting her stance, she'd shove her way past the official who simply went back to work, as she moved into the open space. Clearly, given her facial expression, she was not at all pleased with being victim to such a deadly duo of moves from her foe.

Isa was backing off to inspect the damage that her legs had done to Emilia, and they indeed had been noticeably effective as the redhead immediately crumbled to the floor. Emilia looked very weakened by her hold, even the ref being concerned of the situation. It was again a moment of two conflicting feelings for Isa: On the other hand she was proud of her strength, but on the other she had again a passing thought of whether she had been too hard on her opponent...

But the second thought started soon fading away, as Emilia determinedly pulled herself up and shoved the ref girl aside. Despite her initial weakness, the look on the girl's face was such that the expression "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" seemed to prove thoroughly accurate.

Emilia didn't seem to be so enraged though that she would have outright attacked Isa. While the blonde couldn't be sure if it was a wise move or not, Isa wanted to test how Emilia would react to a little provocation. Closing in the gap between them, Isa wanted to move again to right in front of the redhead. "So, having fun?" she would ask her in an innocent, but slightly flirty voice, right before giving the redhead a couple of hard pushes on the chest in order to see how Emilia would react to being pushed around.

If anything, Emilia knew where not to target. Or hell, even go near again. Isa would undoubtedly try to unload such powerful thighs on the redhead again in their fight, but she would now encounter a woman much more reluctant to allow her such. Even if it left her open to the greatest of moves, there was absolutely no chance in hell Emilia would let the girl sync those thighs around her again.

That was the plan anyway.

Trying to force a skip back into her step, Emilia would begin to motion away from the ropes for what she could. As she did, she'd find her foe approaching, albeit at a pace that didn't suggest she was seeking a strictly offensive manoeuvre. Emilia would discover just what she had planned, when she found her sizeable chest victim to the woman's shoves, nearly mushrooming her assets up into her attire before she stumbled back.

"Okay...now you've done it!" Determined to show her foe there was life in her that she had not squeezed out, Emilia would quickly attempt a single sidestep as she raised her leg. Evidently, she was seeking a huge roundhouse kick of sorts to the upper torso of her foe, or if needs be, her head. Her leg power couldn't even compare to her foes own, but there was strength in speed, which is exactly what Emilia hoped to unleash.

Isa was curious to see how Emilia's spirits were. After her devastating scissor hold it could have very well been that the redhead would have reverted to the mindset of being the underdog from now on. Deciding to provoke her a little, Isa knew that her pushes would be quite an effective way to find out whether Emilia had succumbed to the thought of being pushed around in this match, or if the redhead still had fighting spirit left in her.

The latter was soon proved true as Emilia spoke out her words. Isa realised the redhead was probably going to attack now, but the way Emilia did it was not something the blonde was capable of expecting.

Like out of nowhere, Emilia pulled out a roundhouse kick as fast as a lightning. Hitting Isa's shoulder and side of her head, the blonde cried out from surprise and the pain. Covering her hit cheek with her hand, Isa started backing off away from Emilia. The blonde had to admit that the redhead's legs were no joke, even though not being nearly as sizeable as her own.

If anything, kicking a woman whose power clearly lied within her legs was a poor thing to do. Sure, Emilia wasn't striking the woman's own powerful set, but the move could of been seen as a challenge to some. A round house kick from the redhead hurt. The same sort of thing from Isa could of put the plucky Brit flat on her back. Still, she connected solidly, so much so that she could not argue with the results. She would however make note of the implications of challenging 'a kicker to a kicking contest.'

Back on her feet with less than half the sting in her shins from what she would have felt from connecting leg to leg, Emilia of course opted to push her advantage. Sprinting at her foe as she soothed her cheek, she'd seemingly launch herself up in the air, as if throwing her own variant of Isa's bodysplash from earlier. Knowing however that such a move from such a smaller frame would bare her little success, she'd extend an elbow; trying to smash the colour out of her foes cheeks by hitting the same point her kick did, right on the shoulder!

Screaming her heart out all the while, determined to show this beauty what she gets for trying to scissor all sense from her!