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

Luckily for Emilia, Isa's style rarely included kicks. Well, that had applied at least until now. The blonde was indeed witnessing the efficiency of them even when done by a smaller opponent. And even if the odds of this match turning into a kicking contest were slim, Isa was very keen to move herself forward on the learning curve. Getting hit by kicks meant that she could definitely be more prone to using them in the future, especially with all the power her legs contained.

That was doing the blonde no good now though, as Emilia proceeded with her attacks. Soon enought she saw the redhead leaping in the air towards her. Trying to cover herself better, Isa left herself wide open for Emilia's elbow. Crying out in pain, the taller blonde lost her balance from the momentum of the splash, falling backwards. Trying to find some support from behind her, the blonde ended up sitting back against the ropes with her arms resting on the middle rope.

Maybe the slight provocation hadn't been such a good idea after all.

Again, with perhaps more luck than tactile genius, Emilia gained the advantage over her foe. Forearm connecting near enough to the same spot as earlier for the redhead to classify it as a great victory, she'd find herself stumbling a little after landing from the strike. Quickly catching her feet, she considered mocking the girl on how such a fight had now turned against her, despite it only being the past few seconds of the Brit being in control.

She opted not to, instead moving into her foe, smirk growing on her mug.

Given Isa was already against the ropes, Emilia opted to make use of them. Unaware of the fact that Isa's earlier use of the ropes was completely by instinct and not meant as a dirty tactic, the redhead opted for some 'revenge,' her hands gripping the top rope as she pressed her foot into the girls collar bone.

It wouldn't outright choke Isa, but it certainly wouldn't be a pleasurable feeling having such a petite yet sturdy force press at such a point, all the while using the ropes to pull herself in tighter as the referee already began motioning up to the five count.

Someone not familiar with Isa could have suggested that the blonde had fallen victim to arrogance. Provoking Emilia by pushing her around had caused the redhead's aggressiveness to spike to a new level. Isa had underestimated that, and was now paying the price for it. Well, the blonde would be sure not to try provoking Emilia any further in this match.

Emilia's moves hadn't been too hard, but they were definitely still having an effect on Isa. The strategy of hitting same areas repeatedly was causing Isa pain, and the Brit's latest move, albeit pretty simple, was still one that Isa wanted to escape as fast as possible. Collar bone was definitely a part no one wanted to be targeted on.

Isa's opinion was that Emilia had now been given enough chances to show off her tactics. Now it would be Isa's turn to do so.

With Emilia's foot pressing the blonde's collar bone, it was easy for Isa to grab hold of that foot. First Isa wanted to push it away just a bit to decrease the pressure, but then she'd try to take a firm grip of Emilia's leg. Pressing the leg against her chest, Isa would then try to roll to her side, hoping to take Emilia down in the process. Then she could easily position herself so that she could snatch Emilia's legs between her own for a good squeeze.

Hopefully that would make the redhead more reluctant to use them against Isa anymore.

Emilia bared her teeth as she pressed the foot that bound her foe tighter and tighter against her collarbone. She wouldn't make Isa submit, or even come close to rendering the girl breathless, but it was the message of the move she hoped to push across. Don't make a fool of Emilia Sandfordson.

Not that Isa aimed to do so on purpose. She'd simply been wrestling the redhead. The fact it often involved out-wrestling her deemed her worthy of the smaller girls wrath. But her confidence yet again overtaking her, she'd find a loss of stability for her efforts. Clutching the ropes at first, she'd try to resist the effort, before it simply became the better choice given Isa would only continue to twist her ankle otherwise.

The moment she was on the ground, she found her opponents powerful thighs constricting her own. Confused somewhat at the move, given that her foe wasn't targeting her much more delicate waist or neck, Emilia found herself catch on a second too late as she felt the pressure rise.

"Hmmmm!!" Her head shooting up at the unusual crushing feeling of her thighs as she released a lowly deep moan, Emilia soon reached forward with hands to her foes legs, attempting to pry them off with all the calm and cool of a madwoman.

Now this was Isa's bread and butter.

As soon as Isa managed to get Emilia on the ground, her level of confidence came back up again. She knew that escaping her holds wouldn't be easy for the redhead, and she would let Emilia have a thorough familiarization with her leg power. It might had been more natural to immediately target the waist or neck, but why would Isa use the best things first? No, the best things were much more fun to save for last, and there was a lot of other parts on Emilia to target on.

For example her legs. Emilia had managed to use them well for her own good against Isa, and as such they were natural choice to target on. After crushing Emilia's thighs between her own, the redhead would most probably be much more reluctant to attack with them from now on.

And the Brit did definitely not seem to be happy about it. Frantically trying to pry Isa's legs off, the reaction was something Isa had seen coming. Keeping the scissor hold as powerful as ever, Isa would rather calmly try to grab hold of Emilia's closest arm and bend it backwards for a chickenwing hold of sorts. Maybe that could force the redhead to accept being caught in Isa's hold.

The hold that Emilia had never been victim to before soon quickly began to take effect on the young red head, as a previously firm sensation upon her thighs was now quickly ascending past the levels that she could tolerate. Had her foe being doing such with her arm, she would of likely being fully confused. But the extra meat and width to her legs as it were made them all the more appealing to crush, as Isa's own thighs began to pour on the might. Where as her throat or waist would begin to concave against such a manoeuvre, the fact Emilia's legs were of mostly muscle as was the case for most women in AFW meant the move was a statement as much as it was effective.

When Isa looked to grapple her arm however, she began to fight back considerably more so. Bringing both arms up against her shoulders and neck, she first aimed to avoid her foes grapple attempts altogether. Then, when her foe least expected it, she'd try to rain down horrible elbow strikes of sorts, right at Isa's firm gut. Ideally before the muscle that composed her thigh began to pop like bubble wrap.

Well, that didn't turn out quite the way Isa was expecting it to have. She had been fairly sure that Emilia's arms would have been easy to get control of, but apparently the redhead was far from letting Isa have her way with her.

Already getting hold of Emilia's arms proved tricky, as the Brit was doing everything she could to avoid Isa's attempts altogether. Persisting with her plan, Isa reluctancy to change her strategy turned out to be a mistake. Emilia's elbow soon managed to dish out some serious attacks on the blonde's belly. She hadn't expected that at all, and crying out from surprise and pain Isa had to let go of her holds, rolling some distance away from Emilia.

Isa had to admit that the redhead getting herself free from Isa's first attempt at groundgame was a setback. Raising to her all fours, Isa kept her sight on her foe. While she had to recover for a moment, she could at least use the time to say a few words and try to find out about the redhead's mood and spirits. They had seemed to be widely ranging from extreme intimidation to outright aggressiveness.

"So, you want me to be you punching bag, huh?"

Every time Isa had locked her legs around her, Emilia felt utterly and hopelessly trapped. Had her arms indeed being trapped by her foe, she simply didn't know how long she could endure the leg lock. The sensation was new to her, and again somewhat more preferable to having her stomach or neck crushed by those powerful legs, but she knew for a fact she could never overpower Isa's thigh strength with purely her own. To her luck, she wouldn't have to.

Her desperate shot connecting neatly where she intended, Emilia took the moment given to her to roll in the opposite direction of her foe. Mirror images of one another as both figures rose to their feet, Emilia would finally open her mouth yet again albeit ignoring her opponents comment, after seemingly dusting off her own legs as it were in an effort to soothe the still present pain.

"Ghh...what the hell are in your damn legs!" Briefly latching her gaze upon said thighs as she spoke, Emilia's anger and hatred of the girls best assets now more than apparent.

Getting up again, Isa had to admit Emilia had turned out to be much worthier opponent than what she had seemed to be when entering the ring. While she hadn't managed to get the blonde into any really serious trouble so far, based on how nervous the redhead had been in the beginning, many might have expected to see a squash. But so far Isa hadn't been able to keep the Brit grounded, and that was something she wanted to change as soon as possible.

Hearing the Brit's frustration of her legs, Isa couldn't help but raise a cute small smile on her face. She was proud of her leg power, and having her opponent forced to admit their superiority felt flattering to her.

"Oh, I don't know, Emilia... But I can invite you to have another closer look at them to find out!" Isa replied the Brit in an innocent, yet flirty tone. The blonde then began approaching her again as if tempting Emilia to accept her invitation, but she didn't really believe the redhead would be voluntarily getting anywhere near them.

Thus, Isa needed another way to get Emilia grounded again. After having closing in the gap between them, the blonde decided to try suddenly springing forward towards the Brit for a surprise Clothesline.

Had it been any other response, Emilia would of simply ignored it. Hell, had the response Isa gave her being in a slightly less teasing tone, she would have ignored it. But for the first time in the match, she found her foes words forming a blush across the redheads cheeks.

"An...And...what do you mean by that!" Hands to her hips as she attempted an impression of a woman completely unimpressed, the redhead found herself somewhat terrified by the girls words. Not only because it became clear that Isa would be trying to put her legs again into good use, but again, because of the sensual tone that was offered her way. It was certainly hard to ignore the often kinky position of laying with a woman's legs wrapped around you.

Her moment of childish-tantrum would cost her, as Isa closed the distance with ease. She wouldn't be so easy to clothesline, but certainly couldn't offer much in response. Save for her arms coming up to try and block that swinging arm as she shrieked, the redhead found herself forced back a good few steps regardless; arms throbbing from the effort!