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

"What do you mean by that?"

Really? Even if Isa wasn't a mean person, that question definitely seemed to be quite dumb. What could it possibly mean? For Isa, the answer seemed to be really obvious. And if Emilia honestly couldn't guess the answer, she had to be somehow really confused by now. And Isa was betting that she wasn't. Either she faked her obliviousness, or then it was just the first thing that came up to her mind.

In any case, Isa was about to demonstrate her the answer. She just needed to get her down again... Just a quick clothesline, and...

Woah. Emilia managed to demonstrate her speed again. Somehow she managed to block Isa's arm, and even though being forced to take a few steps back, the redhead managed to keep herself up. But that didn't leave Isa without further ideas to bring the Brit down...

The blonde would then try to quickly turn herself around Emilia. She wanted to position herself behind her, and try to apply a tight sleeperhold around Emilia's neck. Let's see if she could get the redhead pushed on her knees that way.

Had Emilia even taken the assault with one holstered up arm, she sensed her back would once more find the mat. With both arms however she seemed to be in luck; finding reduced pain in exchange for the force of the attack still very much hitting her, instead introducing her back to the ropes rather than the canvas. Her blush had all but faded, as Emilia soon considered that if she lingered on such thoughts for too long, Isa would simply treat her as her debuting opponent had.

Trying her best to bring about her senses, Emilia would try to latch eyes on a foe that no longer appeared in view. In amidst her lack of focus, Isa had seamlessly brought her figure between Emilia's and the ropes, with an arm around her neck to boot.

The pain immediately forced her to gag; legs turning to jelly as her hands fought the arms that bound her.

"Gh...get off..you!" Screaming as ever, Emilia would at least try to demonstrate some defiance in this particular hold, as her legs found themselves more and more strained.

She could take solace in one fact however. She'd take those arms around her neck any day, as long as she could avoid Isa's thighs.

Now that went swimmingly. Isa had to admit that she really liked the sleeperhold. It was something very efficient to do even without a lot of upper-body strength, and it was great to apply in various positions. Well, as long as she was somehow behind her opponent. And the blonde was fairly sure she could make Emilia go down with this one...

Isa could only sneer at Emilia's demands. The whole idea of telling your opponent to abandon their holds on you was quite strange. Did the Brit really think that she would do that just if the redhead asked for it? Isa was generally a kind person and didn't want to do anyone too much damage, but surely anyone who got themselves in a wrestling ring knew that there might be some tough times ahead?

Well, thinking about that was trivial. Now Isa just needed to drain Emilia's strength with the sleeperhold while pushing her down in the process.

"If you just agree to get pushed down, it'll be much easier for you!"

Partly that was a lie. It was true that the faster Isa managed to get Emilia on her knees, the faster she'd let go of the sleeperhold. That was the easy part for the redhead. The bad news were that the blonde would then try to pull Emilia's head backwards for a standing headscissor hold.

In context, even Emilia knew she sounded stupid for asking for a simple release of the hold. In hindsight however, what else was she suppose to ask? For her opponent to lock it in tighter?

Slowly Emilia's eyes would begin to turn weary, as a thin bead of sweat rolled down her cheeks. She wasn't completely fading in the hold, but felt that the possibility was certainly there for such a thing to happen, given Isa's firm grip was starting to drain the life from her. She knew there was only one hold Isa would be looking forward when she was low enough, and Emilia sensed she wouldn't have the courtesy of a rope break to save her this time.

In the vain attempt at a last ditch effort at escaping, Emilia would indeed fall down as Isa had hoped. Only, perhaps a little quicker and more sudden than she was expecting. Not to mention, Emilia was aiming to land on her soft rump as opposed to her knees. With hands to her foes head, she was intending to force the top of her skull to bang against her foes chin like a bell, in a jawbreaker attempt!

Well, to be honest, Isa was probably thinking too much into Emilia's words. And she didn't mean anything bad with it, it had just sounded somewhat funny in her ears. Isa just wasn't really used to hearing such demands from her opponents.

Anyway, that really didn't matter now. The blonde could feel her foe getting wearier and weaker in her hold, and that was what mattered now. Surely it was now just a matter of time before she could wrap her legs around Emilia again...

And so the Brit dropped to the floor. Had she fought the sleeperhold for too long? Would she be still able to — "AACHH!!!"

Answer for those questions became crystal clear, as Isa had to release her hold. Emilia had managed to catch her completely by surprise, the jawbreaker came straight out of the blue. Holding her chin the blonde had to take a few steps back.

This was getting trickier now. Emilia would most likely be getting back up again, and Isa's imagination was getting thinner on ways to get the Brit beneath her once and for all.

Forcing Isa's skull down with her, painfully against the top of her own head hurt Emilia, but not even half as much as she suspected it did the Angel of Ice. Emilia had hit her foe with the thickest part of her skull; where as Isa's jaw had not only collided, but her teeth were forced to clash together. Had Emilia been capable of unleashing strength beyond average, the blonde might of needed to book an appointment with a dentist following this bout.

But where Emilia was less hurt from the move itself, the sleeper still left its mark. She'd literally shake her head a moment; hands to her cheeks as she did so, to try and force some life back into her.

"Eughhh...soo..dizzy.."

Turning to her side to start pushing herself upwards, Emilia would suddenly twist mid-way, in an effort to latch her arms around Isa's nearest leg. The immediate lock itself wouldn't pull the girl over, but in her desperation, she'd quickly try to trip the girl, to finally allow the British redhead a moment on top.

Emilia was turning out to be quite persistent. And tricky. Even if Isa hadn't really been able to have her way in this match quite the way she would have wanted to, it still felt like the blonde had been in control for most of the time. But still Emilia had constantly been able to deliver small, subtle, fast and surprising strikes which had made Isa's life difficult.

The pain on the blonde's chin was confirming those observations. And the combination of those two was making Isa's legs all the time hungrier.

Luckily, it looked like Isa's sleeperhold hadn't gone without effect. It was obvious that Emilia wasn't really in her best breath anymore, and was unlikely to get back up again any time soon. So maybe this was still the blonde's chance to unleash the might of her legs... And she could give Emilia a little warning of that.

"Well, that wasn't nice. I'll make you pay for tha-...Huh?"

Isa's words were abruptly interrupted by Emilia's sudden movement. Her moment of amazement didn't last for long though, before the Brit managed to pull the blonde's leg tripping her over. Letting out a scream as her back slammed against the mat, this was definitely not one of Isa's most graceful falls.

Much like a headbutt, the jawbreaker was something of a last ditch effort. If any wrestler had their way, they'd never be forced to incorporate moves into her move set which pained themselves. Her stamina starting to reach it's end point, Emilia's luck seemed to allow her to successfully take down her foe without much issue, with the benefit of making Isa's back hit the canvas as opposed to simply dropping her on her butt.

"Heh...not so smug now...huh, thighs?" She'd roar, forcing herself to her knees still gripping that leg she had just pulled from under the girl. The position she was in, Emilia was ripe for a leglock. Knowing that flipping her foe over would both be unlikely given her current level of strength, Emilia chose simple over effective. Dropping back to her own rear, she'd hook her legs around the limb she still held, scissoring it before trying to bend Isa's leg at the ankle in a toe hold of sorts. She knew she likely couldn't keep the hold locked, or painfully effective given her strength in general compared to the simple fact those legs felt to be made of much sterner stuff, but any progress the redhead could make towards weakening that unbelievable leg power was a welcome idea.

The way Isa had just fallen made her indeed anything but smug. Emilia had managed to catch her completely by surprise and now the blonde was paying for it. But maybe Emilia's words had some truth in them - maybe Isa had become slightly too arrogant in this match. Maybe she had lost some of the respect she usually held her opponents in.

That was appropriate thing to think about as Emilia started to work on her leg. What the redhead eventually came up with was nothing too impressive, but still, the end result was a legitimate hold that did cause some pain for Isa. The blonde let out a brief cry out of pain right before she forced herself to get seated in front of the redhead.

"OK, that was a good move!" Isa admitted Emilia, wanting to take back some of the possible arrogance she might have exhibited before. Panting, she still needed to get the Brit to release her current hold. What she then tried to do was maybe not the most graceful move ever, but given that Emilia had relied mostly on strikes, Isa felt like it was still justified. Thus, the blonde then tried to drive her other foot hard into Emilia's belly, hoping to knock some wind out of the Brit and get her other leg free.

There was always the issue with leg locks that targeted but one; the other unhindered limb would simply often spasm out, in an effort to force the attacker from the victim. Had the one been applying the hold been of a powerful nature, they could of likely simply caught the limb and too forced it into a lock. A powerful woman, Emilia Sandfordson was not.

Foot connecting in amidst her own crossed arms as they twisted the ankle, the redhead released nigh instantly, with a grunt. Pushing her own legs off her opponent, she'd attempt to seamlessly roll back to not only create some space with her foe, but quickly put her back on her feet, hands rubbing and patting down that kicked stomach.

"I'm...not trying to impress you, tree trunk-legs!"