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

Even if Isa wasn't perfectly happy about all the events during the match, the end result was what mattered the most, right? And right now it looked like the end result would turn out to be favorable for the Angel of Ice after all. Sure enough, maybe it had been clear to some all along the course of the match, but for Isa, it was still very much relieving. Even if Emilia appeared to be boasting a bit more than she could chew, she hadn't been totally helpless against Isa.

Before the recent events, that was. Right now, there was a mismatch indeed. The stark contrast in size between Isa's thighs and Emilia's waist told everyone enough of what was going on. And as Isa locked Emilia in place in her Icy Trap, many could already guess that this was it.

And they would end up being right. In no time, the redhead decided that she had finally had enough. To Isa, that decision was more sudden than the blonde had expected, but in any case it was very welcome. Making sure that the ref girl was indeed declaring the tapping a submission before giving even one inch of leverage, the blonde then promptly released her hold and got back up with a relieved smile.

With the ref girl raising her hand up as a sign of victory, everyone could see that Isa was very happy. And based on her observations, the crowds seemed to be equally happy with her! It was evident that many considered the best woman had won, and Isa was eager to thank them. The Angel of Ice made a round in the ring, greeting the crowds at each turnbuckle and blowing kisses at them, before then shifting her sight back to her downed opponent. Even if her red-headed foe had been somewhat brattish at times, Isa was still fair enough to go ahead and extend her hand offering her assistance for Emilia to get back up again.

"Come on! I'll help you out!"

And thus came an end to the redheads debut; one filled with such a promising start and showmanship enough to likely propel the redhead into the fanships of many of the crowd. If only the start had rolled onto a somewhat favourable finish...

Mind racing both on the agony at hand and at the pain of such a brutal debut, Isa's mercy was secretly relished by the currently-crushing redhead, as her iron legs released not a moment too soon. A second of thought came from the Brit upon what would have happened if Isa was somewhat more of a dark nature; if but the scissors had stayed latched for even a second more. Wrestle again? No, Emilia could have very well never walked again.

Her figure flat but for a moment upon release, Emilia's hands instantly went what felt to be compressed hips and a waistline. The pain in her legs was notable, and nothing to scuff at, but compared to the pain of a scissors clamped by those legs? Akin to comparing a forest fire to one in a dumpster.

Eyes shut as she unsuccessfully soothed the agony away, Emilia could hear amongst the roars of the crowd a feint sound of footsteps approaching. Was Isa attacking again, on a foe who arguably deserved it if anything for what was said during the match? Emilia turned her head, already wincing at the idea, before finding not another attack, but a hand offered in respect and aid.

Finally sitting up, right arm still wrapped around her waist as if she was holding it together, Emilia shot a hateful look first at the hand before her face, before the blonde beauty attached to the end of it. Her reaction to the aid offered was hardly surprising, given the attitude of Emilia all match, let alone upon a monstrous defeat.

"Help...yourself..." Her non-clutching hand extending not to accept the arm, but swat it away with all the force of a gentle breeze, Emilia's head fell back down as she resumed her slump, seemingly happy to sit there on her own until she could stand without aid.

Yes, Emilia had been rather annoying and brattish at times. Yes, Isa had sort of lost her nerves with the redhead for a few moments. To be honest, the blonde had wanted to teach her a lesson. But still, now that the match was over, was there any reason for Isa to leave a hateful impression? Couldn't she at least exit the ring by leaving a positive memory of herself to everyone in the audience? Wouldn't she want to be remembered as a fair and honest opponent?

Of course she wanted. And that was good enough of a reason to go help the downed and obviously still suffering Emilia out.

Bad idea. The redhead was not agreeing with her. Instead of allowing herself to be helped up, the stubborn brat swatted Isa's hands away. Now that wasn't nice at all. Actually, for a moment, the blonde had to resist the temptation of stomping on the redhead in response to her hostile reaction, but luckily, Isa knew she was better than that.

"Hmph..." Isa just grunted at her defeated foe. "Stay there forever then..." she just muttered in a slightly offended tone as she started making her way out of the ring. But Isa knew she shouldn't let Emilia's depressing attitude ruin this moment for her. This was her night, and that joyful feeling of victory was the one she would be cherishing walking backstage.


Winner: Isa Hjalmarsdottir via submission