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

Isa had to figure out a way to get out of Emilia's rather unimpressive, but still effective move. Her solution wasn't the most innovative one, but the kick still seemed to be effective. Emilia soon released the blonde's leg, and finally Isa was free to push herself forward, and...

But if Emilia had one thing to her advantage, that was her speed. The redhead managed to suddenly roll herself over and get back up again, seemingly effortlessly to Isa. And even though the blonde could see the Brit was still feeling the effects of her kick, the fact was that once again, Isa had failed to keep Emilia grounded.

Even if Isa was excellent at keeping her cool, her nerves started to get somewhat tightened by now. It hadn't usually been this hard for her to get control once and for all, but then again, she should have expected more skillful opponents at AFW. And while Emilia hadn't looked like one at the beginning, she was turning out to be rather challenging to get hold of. Maybe Isa should try to reverse her efforts at making Emilia feel better about herself in the beginning by taking a somewhat intimidating stance now.

"Tree-trunk legs, huh?" she replied to Emilia as the blonde got back up again. Slowly starting to approach the redhead, she added "Call them what you want, they're coming for you now..."

Isa had two predictions. Either Emilia would start backing up from her, or then she was courageous and stayed put. If the first alternative came true, the blonde would attempt chasing the redhead trapped in a corner. If the second came true, well, Isa could always try to Irish whip Emilia to the corner. Either way, she wanted to press the redhead between the corner and her own body.

Emilia had only bent her foes leg out of shape in a minor fashion; one that would be quickly made redundant by simply shaking off the pain. Evidently, it was apparent that Isa's legs were not only capable of dealing a monstrous amount of damage, but taking similar without great hindrance. Apparent, to all but Emilia; whose face had turned to a smile so great, she perhaps believed she had outright beaten the beauty there and then!

"Whatever you say trunky!" She'd roar, standing on her own two feet with a final pat to her tummy, before turning somewhat sideways to her foe. "I'm gonna enjoy seeing your stupid face whirl back to life when you realise I've just pinned you!" Slapping her hips in true ignorant and cocky fashion, Emilia would somewhat hilariously find her face turning, from great smile to outright distress, as Isa made it apparent she was not even close to being done.

"H..hey hey hey!" She'd scream out as she was forced back into the corner, more by he desire to avoid the beauty than by Isa's own hands. Back to it, she could but shiver-completely made a fool of via a simple march of Isa's!

Well, sounded like Emilia wasn't going to take the easy way down, so Isa was getting ready to do the Irish whip. The redhead seemed to have found a lot of arrogance and brattiness now, that Isa deemed necessary to school out of her. In fact, the cockier Emilia seemed, the less Isa wanted to have to wait before unleashing her scissors on the Brit.

But wow... All that confidence had seemingly again been built on quicksand as Emilia started backing off as soon as Isa got a little too close for comfort. What was she thinking? That Isa would just let her have her way with whatever fantasies of pinning the Brit apparently had?

"So, you don't like me, huh? That's unfortunate..." Isa commented with her cute voice. By now Emilia was already back against the corner, shivering in the same style that Isa had sympathized with in the beginning of the match. But no, that was something the blonde wasn't doing anymore.

Instead, Isa stopped in front of her for a second, before attempting to ram her other knee into Emilia's midsection. Hoping it would make the redhead bend over, from there it could be easy to pull her head into a standing headscissor hold! But since they were in the corner, Isa didn't plan on stopping there... Instead, she'd try to go on to execute a headscissors DDT on her foe! Maybe that would get Emilia grounded for good.

Back to the corner, only then did Emilia's mistake dawn on her. And it did so in a big way, as a previously confident face now resembled one that had come face to face with the big-bad of a horror movie.

"Wait...wait..!" She'd roar, extending her hands as if to grip the thicker beauty, in an attempt to save herself or buy her some time. Isa seemingly cared not, as she introduced her powerful legs once more, knee first in fact, straight to Emilia's gut. The redhead bent over accordingly, both hands quickly coming down to cross over her stomach, massaging the wounded spot as if it would somehow return the air forced from her. Of course, Isa was not so merciful as to leave her there.

After all, Emilia didn't really deserve mercy.

Finding her head victim once more to those thighs she so despised, Emilia could muster resistance for a whole half a second before Isa introduced her to the mat. Face first of course. Needless to say, Emilia didn't give much or a response. Save for a loud thud. Followed by a scream.

Isa had demonstrated quite a lot of goodwill and patience by now. At least on her opinion. But Emilia couldn't deny that the blonde had been quite pleasant at first, giving the redhead encouragement and showing sportsmanship - something that during the course of the match it had become evident that the Brit seemed to be lacking.

And that lack was a reason why Isa wanted to finish this fight soon.

That goal seemed to be getting much closer, as Emilia fell easily victim to her attacks. Knee in the gut to set her up - success! And from there, it was smooth sailing for the blonde to execute the headscissors DDT on the redhead.

For now, Isa didn't catch Emilia in any hold, instead she admired her work there for a second. The blonde was confident that this time the Brit wasn't going to get immediately up, no matter how fast she had previously been. But soon the blonde still wanted to get hold of the Brit's wrists while getting up herself, and drag her towards the center of the ring.

That all was meant of course to eliminate the chances for any rope breaks. If she'd get Emilia pulled neatly to the center on the mat, then Isa could sit down right in front of her and start the scissoring-fun. First she'd attempt a good old tight headscissor hold on the redhead, this time trying to keep hold of her wrists pinning them to the mat to hopefully prevent any striking attempts.

Oh, and any potential tapping attempts as well. Oops.

Emilia herself would have been curious as to why further punishment was not coming quickly and brutally, given the state she was in. Had roles been reversed, she most certainly wouldn't of been letting her foe rest. Not that Emilia could, or needed to. She wasn't tired, she was just in agony. In nigh every part of her figure.

"Gh..no..." She'd whimper out, as her foe finally found her figure again, latching ahold of her wrists before dragging her straight out of the corner. Emilia could only look down as her arms burned; her great cleavage forced to mushroom somewhat as her figure was trailed along the canvas. When the movement finally halted, it was obvious even to the dizzy Emilia what would come next. Not that she could stop it.

Yelping in advance as those legs came around her, the impossible pressure cracking down on her cheeks, as her body came alive but yet unable to force its way away. Yanking with her arms, she'd find a grip attached to either end that prevent Emilia even gaining a inch of leverage; the only successful action on the redheads part being her cries, as her eyes latched to the ceiling, before clenching shut outright!

Dragging Emilia towards the center of the ring was just a part of the plan, but for some reason the crowds seemed to be loving it. Maybe the blonde had won over the hearts of the audience? Maybe they just loved the other girl finally getting into such a dominant position?

Obviously, Isa was just way too innocent to realise it probably had at least something to do with her foe's mushrooming cleavage.

Anyway, it was finally time to unleash her scissors once and for all. The blonde shut her thighs firmly around Emilia's head, and made sure there was no escape for the redhead. Sure, Emilia did seem to want to try, but all her efforts were rendered ineffective. There was no escape now from the blonde's leg prison.

But keeping just to only one hold? Now that would be boring. Sure enough, Isa took her sweet time with the headscissor hold, but there was way more she could scissor as well. When she finally released the hold, Emilia seemed to be unable to offer any resistance at all. So the blonde decided to try turning the redhead around, and positioning herself to the side so that she could shut her bodyscissor hold firmly around Emilia's waist.

Emilia's words were now but egg on the redheads face, as the smaller beauty struggled to even muster the faintest signs of resistance towards her leggy foe. Arms outstretched, she would put claws to the canvas as if scraping against it, seemingly believing such an act would slow, or perhaps halt the drag of her foe altogether. Unsurprisingly, it did not.

Eyes clenched shut amidst the agony, Isa's sudden adjustment confused the redhead, as space was formed enough fro the plucky Brit to breath. Gasping wildly, she'd raise her hands in the second she was given, patting her cheek as if to return colour to them. To her chagrin, or rather outright agony, the reason for Isa's release would soon be explained, as legs thicker alone than Emilia's waistline found themselves wrapped now around her tummy and sides, in a manner that made Emilia's earlier giant mushrooming assets press up even further!

"KYAHHH!!!!" Head again falling back as her arms fell to the legs that bound her, loud ear-wrenching screams were all that came from the redhead, as even her arms failed to muster a resistance. Not that it would really matter if they could; even the practised method of escape in prying one's lock at the ankles would gain the Brit no advantage here, as she could simply not muster the strength to put force into her arms! All the while, her waist began to compress smaller and smaller!

Finally, Isa had gotten this match exactly where she had wanted. Emilia had been quite a persistent foe indeed, and the match had been very different from what the blonde had thought from the start. Her shivering foe had appeared like an easy prey for her, but it had turned out that Emilia wasn't going to allow herself look like totally helpless against Isa.

Still, that's what the redhead was now. Isa had managed to start the squeezing with headscissors, and now it was time for some bodyscissors. Fun, fun, fun. For the blonde that was. Unless Emilia enjoyed suffering, by the sounds of it she was far from having fun. Her screams of agony were filling up the arena, and even for Isa, they had some effect.

Isa wasn't mean. And even if Emilia had been rather annoying at times in the match, Isa didn't want to torture her too much more than necessary.

Maybe Isa's holds had already done enough damage to break Emilia's spirits once and for all? Maybe it was time for The Icy Trap?

There was only one way to find out. The blonde released her scissor hold for the moment, but only to reposition herself for her finisher. Taking hold on Emilia's ankles, Isa then tried to sit on the redhead's back while stretching her lower body backwards, and tucking her knees under the Emilia's thighs so that they would get a good scissor hold of the redhead's sides. With the groundwork she had already done with her scissor holds, hopefully that would make it the final squeeze.

Any thus move further was arguably torture, but the sort that was somewhat darkly justified, given Isa simply had to continue given Emilia had yet to end the match. With a few seconds alone of scissors likely enough to put the redhead away for good, the Brit's relief would ring out across the masses as she let loose a gasp, seemingly believing for reasons unknown, she was now safe. In reality, to everyone's lack of surprise except the redheads, the suffering had only begun.

Tilting her head as she let loose a quiet yet still audible yelp of both fear and confusion, Emilia's desperate and fruitless bangings on the mat as if crawling for the ropes once again would leave a few in the front row genuinely feeling sorry for the beauty, as the sure signs of a mismatch between skill had been apparent during the entire encounter. Her legs stretched with as much resistance as you'd expect from the nigh-broken Brit, another scissors to this time her hips was all that was needed to bring about the end.

Enduring what few milliseconds she could of the utmost worst agony; feeling Isa's thick, powerful thighs grind away at her hip bones as if sandpaper was put to rock, Emilia's eyes watered as she forced them shut, before rapidly tapping the mat. Had she not had forced her face tightly against the canvas, her screams of both agony and genuine sadness would of likely even made the referee whimper!