Electrified Ring Out Match! Vera Dolinski vs Emily Blaskowicz

Only seconds in and this match had turned beyond ugly for Vera. Her biggest weakness had not only been discovered, but so viciously exploited that she was already a twitching, drooling mess on the floor, but, unfortunately for her, she was still plenty lucid. Lucid enough that when Emily wrenched her elbow in for an armbar, Vera could feel every bit of it. For all the trouble breathing she had a moment ago, it seemed to come through fine when her miserable shrieking filled the arena.

Emily took a moment to appreciate the girl's screams, wrenching back on Vera's arm without anything resembling mercy.

"That's quite a nice sound from you," Emily mused, putting just a little bit more pressure on the hold, "But how about we try something else?"

With that, the redhead would release the armbar, but not the arm in question, instead using it to drag the mobster in closer, Emily's limbs tangling up with Vera's as she tried to lock in an octopus stretch, stressing a couple areas, the most important being the intense stretch on her abs it would be putting on.

"So how's that feel?" the redhead asked, a smile already wide on her face.

The slight release in tension was enough to quiet Vera's screaming, but soon she was back into the sweaty mess of limbs that Emily seemed intent to tangle her up in. "No no no no no..." she half-mumbled as her red-headed opponent started to tug on every angle of her body, but it was too late. She was caught in a web of pain, and in one moment the whole web went taunt, and pulled her body in all sorts of directions. "WAAAAAAHHHHH!" she wailed miserably, as her already sore abs felt like the would be torn in half. "Let... me... go!"

Emily only pulled harder on the stretch in response to her pleading, relishing the sounds she was getting out of the little mobster.

"Oh, begging so soon? What happened to all that fight, hmm?" Emily mused, "Weren't you going to ruin my face or something?"

With that, the redhead started to ease up just a little on the stretch, reaching in with one hand and cupping the girl's chest, groping and kneading a breast thoroughly.

"Well, look on the bright side," she mused, "It won't be all bad, you know."

Vera was already panting heavily at this point, and it took enough of her breath to stay standing, let alone give a proper response. Her face was a deep red, embarrassed by the sheer humiliation she had experienced so far, and her knees shook, ready to buckle. But when a free hand slipped around to grope her, Vera found the energy to speak again. "Sooka! Bitch! Keep your fucking hands to yourself!" she growled, trying to find an angle so she could take a bite at the offending hand.

"Ah, hey!" Emily exclaimed pulling her hand back when she realized what Vera was up to, just barely dodging the bite, "Fine, if you insist..."

With that, the redhead released the hold, only to dart a hand in under the offending bite, trying to grab her by the throat and lift her up for a moment before bringing her back down with a thunderous chokeslam. Not content to let up there, the redhead would kick Vera over if the opportunity presented itself before trying to seat herself on the mobster's back, taking her time tucking the girl's arms over her legs and wrapping her hands under her chin before pulling her back into a harsh camel clutch.