Emily Nelson vs Madonna

Madonna was screaming out in pain when her back was bent like crazy she thought any moment her opponent would break her back. But she didn´t want to give up now. Suddenly she felt a release from the hold and from the pain. Emily must let go of her…
Madonna tried to breathe in deep but her face was hit hard onto the mat of the ring. The big women screamed out in pain. But Emily wanted to go for something new. Madonna felt how her opponent wanted to look her into a full nelson for some reason.

The big women had no interest in finding out. When her opponent tried to look her into the full nelson she tried to pull Emily´s head forward against the backside of her own. Then she would try to pull Emily away from her at her hair. If successful Madonna would try to roll out of harm’s way and get save. She tried to reach the ropes and get a break over there.

By this point, Emily's pink hair was damp with sweat after this gruelling match, but the end was in sight. As she rolled Madonna up to a seated position, she interlocked her arms with her opponent's, ready to finish her off by finally wrenching a submission out of the purple-haired girl.

Except, Madonna had other plans: before Emily could lock in the nelson, she felt one of Madonna's arms grab the back of her hair and wrench forward, slamming Emily's head against her own! Stars exploded across Emily's vision, and she grunted loudly as she collapsed onto her back, kicking weakly as she lay dazed. Around her, the crowd hollered at this upset, as it now left Emily open and vulnerable...

Madonna was heavily breathing at the moment. She might have been able to conter Emily's attempt to put her into what ever hold but she know that she couldn't allow herself any small break. Cause if she would do so she would give her opponent an chance to recover too. And that was the last thing she wanted. Cause Emily might not look as the thought bitch she is but, hell she was giving Madonna a hard time.

Madonna would slowly make her way back to her feet. Her body was exhausted from the fight to this point, but no way she would give in now or even go easier. Madonna would try to build herself up over her opponent before reaching down to Emily and pull her up at her hair. When madonna had pulled the other girl back to her feet she would direktly try to lift her up and throw her back down with a body slam.

If that was successful madonna would try to add an elbow drop onto the chest of the other woman to knock the air out of her.

Emily clutched at her forehead, trying to force her eyes open and get moving again. Her skull was pounding like a drum after that impact with Madonna's on head, and her body was barely responding as she tried to will it to move. At this point, as much as she hated Madonna's heelish tactics, she had to admit that the other girl was a tough and determined wrestler all the same. She had to respect her for that, at least.

Suddenly, Emily's scalp flared as her hair was yanked. Gasping, she was dragged stumbling up to her feet, before her world suddenly went upside-down as Madonna flipped her. "UGH!" she grunted as she landed hard on her back, the impact flattening her to the mat. Even as she lay groaning, she opened her eyes just in time to see Madonna come down with an elbow directly at her chest. Air erupted from her lungs, and her legs jacknifed up off the mat before Emily was sent rolling onto her side, out of breath and in pain.

Madonna´s elbow hit her opponent’s chest perfectly. The big women rolled onto her chest and slowly pushed her up, always keeping Emily in her view. Madonna slowly made her way back to her feet, smiling. When she was back to her feet Madonna took a moment and looked down at her opponent, watching her suffer in pain. This was she came out for. She wanted to give pain to everyone standing in her way and destroy them. Madonna would start to walk around her opponent for a moment, like an animal sneaking around his prey.

“Any last jocks about my name?”, asked Madonna her opponent, before grabbing her hair and pull her up a bit. Madonna would then turn her around so Emily would face away from her. With one fast move Madonna would warp her arms tight around Emily´s neck and her legs around her waist. She tried to lock her opponent into a rear naked chock. So both girls would go crashing back down to the mat. Madonna would try to turn them to the side so Emily couldn´t put them up so Madonna´s shoulders would accidently be on the mat for a 3 count. Madonna laid her head next to the of Emily. Now she got her last sleep locked in. Madonna needed to smile when she cut away the air from her opponent.

As Emily rolled onto her side, she heard Madonna taunt her. She would have hit back with a retort about her being a Material Girl, or something similar, but at the moment she was too busy trying, and failing, to catch her breath. In the background, she could hear her fans urging her to get back up, clapping for her in unison, and gradually, she managed to get to her hands and knees, determined to get back to her feet.

Her hair was suddenly yanked, however, and she was abrutply pulled into a sitting position. "Ahh!" she cried, instinctivly pawing at the hands yanking her hair. Too late, she realized what Madonna was up to: she felt the other girl's arms wrap around her throat, and her powerful thighs clamp around her middle. Weighed down, Emily felt herself dragged down to the mat, and soon she was on her side, her being squeezed like a tube of toothpaste in Madonna's powerful grip. "Nnggaahh...ggggkh!" Struggling to breathe, she fought ferociously, grabbing at Madonna's wrists and trying to pry herself free, but soon she felt herself going weaker and weaker...

Madonna heard how the fans were calling the name of her opponent trying to cheer her up so she would fight back… but Madonna had her full under her control, she wouldn´t let her go any where. She was even sure enough to taunt her opponent a bit. She put her mouth close to her opponents ear and would whisper quietly: “Hey do you hear them... come on don´t disappoint your fans… fight baby fight for them!”

Madonna felt hoe she was slowly pressing the life out of her opponent but she wouldn´t stop any time soon. She would keep pressing her together with all she had. Out of this finisher no one ever escaped to this day and today wouldn´t be the first time.

Emily's mouth was gaping wide open now as she tried in vain to breathe. At this close proximity, some of Madonna's purple hair was spilling across her face, and the lock of the other wrestler's dark skinned thighs around her waist was causing her chest to swell slightly in her leotard. All the same, Emily battled on, struggling to escape even as her face went pink and then red. Her fans cheered her on, and the ref girl dropped next to her, asking if she gave.

"Nay...annh...." was all the Scots woman could say. Slowly, though, her eyes became glassy and her movements faint. Slowly but surely, her movements slowed, before her eyes closed altogether.

A hush fell over the audience as the ref lifted one of Emily's arms and let it fall to the mat. She lifted it a second time, and again it fell. The audience waited with bated breath as the ref girl raised Emily's arm a third time...

...and for a third time, it fell to the mat. The bell instantly rang, and the crowd howled in disbelief at this upset defeat as Madonna was announced as the winner!

Madonna saw how the ref was picking up her opponents hand and let it fall down to the mat, three times. The big woman needed to smile when she suddenly heard how the ringbell started to ring and she was announced the winner. She showed that bitch who was the better one.

Madonna was told to let go of her opponent. The big purple haired woman would reject from doing so. Instead she would hold on a little longer with an evil look on her face. She wanted to get sure that her opponent was really knocked out and would learn her lesson, when you step into the ring with Madonna get ready to lose! The fans would react pretty badly to this and would start to boo out Madonna.

When the ref told Madonna again to let go, she released her opponent from the hold. She would push Emily´s body away before making her away back to her feet. The purple haired women would stand tall about her opponent. The ref would raise Madonna´s right hand. Madonna would look down to her defeated opponent and shake her head. Then under the booing of fans Madonna would leave the ring by rolling out under the bottom rope. She would walk back to the backstage area slowly. The fans were such fools they were booing the wrong one.

Even after Emily passed out, Madonna maintained the hold, choking her relentlessly in the sleeper. Not that the Scotswoman was aware of this, mind you, or aware of the chorus of boos that erupted from the audience. It was only after several more seconds of being squeezed by her foe that Emily was finally was released and unceremoniously shoved away, flopping onto her front and lying face down on the mat.

It was only after Madonna started to leave that the ref girl rolled Emily over and checked her over. Gradually, Emily woke up, her eyes opening groggily as she stirred. She remained dazed for a few seconds, but after a while, the site of the ref girl kneeling over her and the boos of the crowd told her that she had lost.

Groaning, Emily weakly rolled under the ropes and hobbled to her feet. Her face was beet red with shame after having been beaten by a low-down dirty heel like Madonna. A part of her burned for revenge, but for the most part, she was just exhausted. Slowly but surely, she made her way down the ramp, smiling a little as her fans cheered her on, chanting her name as she left.


The Winner: Madonna by KO.