For the Thrill of the Fight: Vida Fenix vs. Emily Blascowicz

"Uhh ... Ah! Ah!" Vida's stunned confusion turned to panic, as she felt Emily hook her legs and start rolling her over for a boston crab. Her nose and face still hurt like hell, unfortunately, but staring up through her tears she could see the look on Emily's face.

"Nngh! N-no ...!" Vida protested, trying to dig her elbow into the mat and stretch her arm to resist the crab, pushing her center of balance forward. Making a fist, Vida started bucking her hips, trying to put up enough fight for Emily to think twice about wether this move was going to be worth the effort. Trying to block out the pain in her aching face, the vivacious Vida put everything she had into pushing out, to keeping herself out of a potentially crippling boston crab.

Emily didn't want to be denied her prize, but the sight of her struggling so desperately just made her all the more insistent. Even so, it was starting to be more effort than it was worth to try for a Boston crab. Taking a moment to consider it as Vida bucked and thrashed, the redhead decided to give up on the Boston Crab, instead dropping one leg and trying to use the other to lock the Latina into a simple Triangle Leglock.

Beads of sweat were matting Vida's bangs, as she struggled and fought to keep her lean figure from being twisted painfully into the Boston Crab. Arms flailing, chest heaving as she gasped for the air to fight, Vida felt a wave of relief wash over her as Emily seemed to abandon the move. A wave that was immediately replaced by fear, as she realized what Emily had planned instead.

Vida turned her head just in time to see the redhead lock in the triangle leg lock. "AAAOWW!" she wailed, as her trapped leg was bent mercilessly by the hold. Instinctively, Vida reached for her leg, tried to pry Emily off of her. Tears were forming in her eyes as she panicked. Leaning back, Vida let out a loud moan of agony, sounding both frustrated and pathetic, as she arched her spine and leaned back. The ref was over her, asking Vida if she was ready to submit. "No, no," she gasped, planting her palms against the mat. Pushing hard, Vida tried to scoot back on her bottom, to reach the safety of the ring ropes.

The Latina's screams rang through the redhead's ears, bringing a little smirk to Emily's face as Vida started scooting back towards the rope.

"Oh, come on," Emily mused, "We've just gotten started. Don't give out already."

Deciding that it wouldn't really be worth the effort to try to get Vida to desist in her efforts to keep going towards the ropes (Not to mention it would be more fun to get to put her in more holds), Emily simply leaned back in turn, increasing the pressure on the leglock as Vida dragged them towards the ropes.

"Eeeaaaaooww!" Vida wailed, as Emily tortured her in the hold. She was still pulling herself toward the ropes, but Emily seemed to have settled in. Now, in addition to resisting the damage of the hold, Vida was also going to have to drag the redhead along with her! Looking up over her own struggling, squirming body, Vida tried to get a read on Emily's face. The young woman seemed to be enjoying this torture far, far more than Vida was comfortable with.

Finally, the rookie luchadora was able to reach the bottom rope, and wrap her trembling fingers around it. "Aaahh let go! Letgo!" she cried out, looking frantically for the ref to get Emily off of her before she could do lasting damage.

The redhead relaxed as Vida dragged them along, letting the other wrestler pull both of their weights. All too soon, however, she heard Vida calling out that she'd gotten to the ropes. Allowing a much put-upon sigh, the redhead slowly untangled her limbs from Vida's, extricating herself from the hold and moving back to the center of the ring to allow the other wrestler some room.

"Come on, I thought you said you could handle this," Emily taunted, taking a moment to stretch her arms out a bit, "Is this really all you've got?"

Still clinging onto the ropes, Vida breathed deeply. Her legs were in agony, but Emily's taunts cut her a bit more deeply than that. So deeply, in fact, that the young latina could feel her wounded pride bubbling over into hot rage.

As Emily stretched herself, Vida spun on her heel and let loose with a sharp chop, aimed square at Emily's chest. More a wild act of frustration than a measured, practiced maneuver, Emily hoped that sheer force and surprise would help her find her mark, and bring some punishment down on her opponent.

While the redhead had partially expected her taunts to bear some fruit, she wasn't entirely expecting for it to happen so soon. As it was, the chop to her breasts took her somewhat off guard, resulting in her taking the brunt of the hit. Crying out at the stinging pain on her breasts, the redhead recoiled a bit before responding with with a blow of her own, trying to bury a hard fist in Vida's gut.

The crowd's voices rose into a loud cheer, as Vida's chop echoed through the arena. The young luchadora almost felt bad, resorting to such a brute move, but it paid off. She had the redhead reeling, even if it was simply because she'd lost her cool. And really, chop contests were part of wrestling, right? That's what she could tell herself, at the very least.

So, while she leaned into the ropes, trying to recover, Vida braced herself for the return chop. Welcomed it, even, presenting her pert chest and waiting for the strike. What she got instead, however, was a swift fist to the gut. "Hhoooofff!" she groaned, as Emily's fist sank deep into her toned belly. Doubling over, gasping for air, Vida stumbled as she tried to hold her ground on wobbly legs. Arms wrapped around her aching belly, body heaving as she fought to take in air, again, Vida staggered away from Emily as best she could, body leaning into the ropes for support.

Seeing Vida present herself for the strike only to take the gut-punch hard, the redhead allowed a moment to recover before straightening up again. As Vida staggered away, Emily reached out, trying to pull Vida back before shoving her against the ropes.

"I'm sorry, looks like I got that wrong," Emily mocked.

Ignoring the disdain from the crowd around her at failing to return the chop, Emily would try to follow up, if she could manage to get Vida against the ropes, and throw a chop of her own at Vida's chest.