Emily Blaskowicz vs Marilyn Martinez: The Star and the Showwoman!

Multiple Falls Match

Rules: Standard
Win Conditions: Pin or submission
Special: Best 2 of 3

Spoiler:

Emily wasn't entirely used to her new outfit, a little something she'd picked out after her match with Claudia. The blonde deserved something better for their next match after the fun they'd both had, but for now she had a new girl to fight. Tugging at her outfit to make sure it was all in place, Emily all but skipped down the ramp along with her theme, an eager smile on her face even through the usual mix of cheers and jeers.

"Hello, hello, hello!" Emily called out to the surrounding crowds once she'd climbed into the ring, a little giddy with anticipation, "Don't worry, the outfit may be new, but that doesn't mean I'm turning over a new leaf or anything silly like that. Hope you're ready for some fun~!"

With that, she made her way back to her corner and lounged back against it, curious who she'd been put up against this time.

Emily watched Marilyn as she made her way in, periwinkle eyes practically eating up the purplehead's figure as she watched the woman rile up the crowd in her own way. Smirking at the woman's display, Emily kept her eyes on Marilyn as she rolled into the ring, already imagining how she might bend and twist this little vixen around until she begged for mercy.

More surprising still, however, was the woman beckoning her over with a sneer. Never one to back down from a cheeky display like that, and also feeling like there might be something more to it, Emily strode over, smooth and confident, with a sway in her hips as she walked right up to the woman. Her breasts pressed against Marilyn's as she leaned in, the crowd's excitement dialing up further at the sight they were being afforded.

"Yeah, what'd you wanna tell me?" she asked, keeping her voice down enough that the roar of the crowd would drown it out even for the people in the front rows.

Marilyn giggled and put on a show of fidgeting excitedly at Emily's sudden intimacy. The plump girl leaned in as well, brushing her lips against Emily's ear before finally speaking up. 

"How do I put this... I'm not really a wrestler... More of an... Artist. Sure I know how to fight and execute all sorts of moves but I don't give a damn about all that... All I want is to put on an exciting show. I'm happy to let you dominate me... Beat me to a pulp even!" Marilyn shuddered in excitement. "Just... Let me direct the match a little... Okay?"

Emily cocked an eyebrow as Marilyn spoke, her interest piqued by what she said. She definitely wasn't planning on not beating her up to begin with, and she knew plenty about how to make it interesting, but this was new. Usually the people she played with were unwilling, for one thing. The idea Marilyn proposed seemed...exciting.

"Hm, alright. I was going to beat you down anyway," Emily mused quietly, "But sure, I'm game. So what do you have in mind, I wonder?"

To keep the crowd from getting suspicious, Emily moved to wrap an arm around Marilyn's waist, intending to pull the purplehead closer and giving her a bit of a squeeze.

Marilyn happily accepted Emilys embrace. She gently wrapped her arm around the redhead's waist and nuzzled her chin against her neck. 

"Hmm, id suggest splicing in some other moves into your arsenal for tonight... I find the audience really pops for sleeper holds and piledrivers. Maybe now and then I'll try and get some offense in so the match doesn't become too monotonous. Most of the time though I'll be a twitching, drooling mess!" Marilyn giggled excitedly at the idea. "Anyways we have a deal?"

"Oh, is that so? Well, I'm sure I'll manage to work those in," Emily mused, bringing her other arm around to grip the one already wrapped around Marilyn's waist, smiling as the woman made her own inclinations clear, "Besides, it's boring for me if you don't fight back a little too, you know?"

With that, the redhead's smirk turned hungry, excitement burning in her core as the bell finally rang. As if on cue, Emily started squeezing in earnest, trying to hoist Marilyn up and step back to try to secure a quick bearhug!

Marilyn happily let herself be trapped in Emilys bear hug. Not wanting to bore the audience she made some faux attempts at escaping. She made a show of trying to wriggle and squirm out of the redheads grasp while moaning pathetically. The audience got a thrill from watching the barely clad plump girl squirm against the pale powerhouse.

After about a minute of exaggerated selling, Marilyn would lean in and whisper in Emily's ear. "Great start... You take the lead and I'll go with the flow..."