Emily Nelson vs Mistress Isabelle (Completed)

"Ah--" Emily gasped as her leg was suddenly grabbed. Before she could use her free leg to kick out at Isabelle, her body was suddenly rotated over onto her front. Emily tried to twist out of there, but before she could, her trapped legs was suddenly bent painfully over Isabelle's neck, causing the tendons in her knee and thigh to get stretched almost to their limit.

"AAAGH!" Emily cried out, her lower body raised up off the mat, causing her slender body to arch into almost a perfect C-shape as her leg was bent overhead. Her face and chest were pressed against the mat, and Emily found herself face-down as she tried to withstand the rough hold.

Isabelle decided to take the hold even further by sitting on the back of Emily's head. As she sat on the back of Emily's head, she remained kneeled on her right leg while her left foot was planted on the mat to keep her balance. She proceeded to bend Emily even more, looking for the submission.

"MMMPH!" Emily gagged as her face was driven further into the mat. She turned her head to the side so that she could breath, her face twisting in agony as her leg and back were stretched even further. "AAAAH!" Breathing heavily, she pressed her palms into the mat, pushing herself, slowly and agonizingly, further towards the ropes. As unbearable as this pain was, she wasn't about to submit.

Gritting her teeth, she stretched an arm forward, barely managing to hook some fingers around the bottom rope. "LEGGO!"

Isabelle, with great reluctance, released the hold. However, she wasn't done inflicting damage as she was prepared to deliver her finishing submission hold.

Reaching down after releasing the hold, Isabelle grabbed two fistfuls of Emily's hair. Pulling her to her feet, Isabelle attempted a hair-mare, a snapmare variant which would flip Emily frontward, with her landing in a seated position in front of Isabelle. If successful, Isabelle would momentarily sit on Emily's shoulders, and in one fluid motion, would fall back, wrapping her legs around Emily's head in a figure 4 vice-like headscissors. If this were successful, she would crank on as much pressure as she could and would squeeze as tightly as possible, all while being in the center of the ring.

Emily huffed as she was finally free of the stretch muffler. Before she could pull herself up, though, her scalp burned as Isabelle dragged her up by the hair. "Ah..." She stumbled back up to her feet as Isabelle pulled her. Before she could throw a punch at the German, though, she was flung, head over heels, down to the mat, her back impacting with a crash.

The next thing Emily knew, Isabelle's legs were locked tightly around her throat and head. She gagged, clutching at Isabelle's knees as she kicked and writhed in the centre of the mat. "Hnnn...mmmnhhh..." Shutting her eyes, she pressed her boots into the mat and twisted, trying to rotate both of them onto their fronts to hopefully reverse the hold, or at the very least get Isabelle into a position where it would be easier for Emily to escape.

Isabelle reached for and grabbed the wrists of her scrappy opponent. Pulling her arms, she leaned back to avoid being rolled over. She pressed her calf tighter against Emily's throat before releasing her wrists. She sat up, planting her hands on the mat. She then lifted Emily's head with her legs to add further damage by pressing her head forward.

"I'll crush your throat! Submit, now!"

"Ggggghlkh...nnnghhkkk...n...never..." Emily barely managed to say, as the leg lock intensified. Her struggles became weaker now as her air was almost completely cut off, and her neck felt like it was about to be snapped in half. She tried to tug her arms free, but failed, as she found herself growing weaker and weaker.

As bleak as things seemed, though, there was still a way out. Calling on all of her strenght, Emily kicked up, flipping her lower body up and backwards. If this worked, then her legs would scissor around Isabelle's chest, hopefully rolling the two of them backwards so that Isabelle was on her back with Emily sitting on her. From there, at least, Emily would stand a better chance of getting out.

Nearly surprised by a reversal attempt, Isabelle was able to prevent her opponent from performing the rather daring maneuver. Seeing Emily try to flip and lock her legs around her, Isabelle was quick to react by pushing Emily's legs, forcing her into her original position on her back.

Her legs tightened even more as she was more than determined to win the match.

"I said, submit!"

Isabelle rolled them both onto their sides where the hold could be locked in a bit tighter as she smiled, looking out at the crowd.

Emily's limbs were beginning to deaden and grow heavier now as the leg lock took its toll, leaving the Scotswoman feeling weaker and weaker with each passing second. With her arms trapped, and her body slowing down, things were looking very bad indeed.

She closed her eyes. She, Emily Nelson, of Clan Nelson, was not going to lose this match, especially not to some German heel who dressed like someone out of a porn flick. Reaching deep into what strength she had left, she rotated her body, stretching out her legs and rolling towards the ropes. Her earlier attempts to flip had barely managed to pull herself and Isabelle out of the ring, and she barely made the range to stretch her leg out and snag her boot over the ropes. As her breathing became downright impossible, she prayed that the ref would make Isabelle let go.

Isabelle let her opponent go. After releasing Isabelle's head from her thighs, she stood up in astonishment and disbelief.

Her opponent had barely survived her finishing figure-4. Gripping her hair in frustration, Isabelle was at a loss as to what she needed to do to defeat her opponent. She quickly realized, though, that sitting around doing nothing was not going to win her the match.

She went right back after Emily. After helping Emily to her feet in a not-so-friendly manner, she pulled Emily into the center of the ring. She attempted to hoist Emily up in a scoop slam, looking to put her on her back. If successful, she would pull Emily's head up and attempt a second figure-4 headscissors, this time determined to keep her away from the ropes and will make her pass out if she wouldn't tap out.