Emily Nelson vs Mistress Isabelle (Completed)

Emily's eyes widened in surprise as her axe handle missed, causing her to stumble as the swing nearly made her lose her balance. As she righted herself, though, Isabelle sprang off the ropes, locking her legs around her head and taking them both down to the mat.

"NGGGGHKKKK!" Emily rasped, feeling Isabelle's leathr-clad legs tighten around her, her arms pulled back in the process. Shutting her eyes, Emily twisted her body left and right, trying to roll them over or, better yet, to get her legs in range of the ropes.

Still maintaining a grip on her opponent's arms, Isabelle attempted to shift her front headscissors into a triangle choke. She pulled Emily's right arm into her legs, laying that across her belly and across emily's neck. She then attempted to shift her legs into a figure 4 around both Emily's head and her arm to complete the choke. If successful, she would pour on an immense amount of pressure, again looking for the submission.

"Tap out, and become my slave!" Isabelle taunted her opponent, assured that the match was in the bag.

"Nnnnngh..kkkk...n...never..." Emily rasped, not wanting to give the German the satisfaction. The truth of the matter, though, was that it was all but impossible for her to breathe now. Her limbs began to deaden as Isabelle started to use her legs and even Emily's own arm against her. Her vision began to swim, and her will to fight on began to slowly disappear.

Nonetheless, fight on she did. Closing her eyes, the former Wrestle Angel pressed her boot into the mat and rolled her body sideways, getting them closer to the ropes. With a ragged gasp, she stretched her leg out towards the ropes, seemingly almost out of range.

"Huh..aaaaahhhh..." Emily gasped, stretching for all it was worth. Somehow, her boot managed to snag the bottom rope, even as Emily felt the strength from her limbs slowly vanish.

Rather than break the hold, she used her arms to drag them both to the center of the ring. Once there, she squeezed the hold on as hard as she could, this time wrapping her right arm around Emily's wrist as she locked the hold in tighter.

"I said tap out!"

"Gghhh..nnnnnnooo..." Emily moaned as she was dragged away from the ropes, managing the words between weak gasps for air. This wasn't working, she realized. She had to escape somehow, but her options...as well as her air...were becoming quite limited.

Feverishly, she kicked her legs upwards, trying to catch Isabelle by surprise a second time and snag her own legs around her opponent's head with a scissor of her own. If that didn't work, then Emily hoped that the move, at least, might roll them over so that Isabelle was under her, and force a pin count. If none of that worked, however, then Emily had no idea what else to do.

Isabelle managed to avoid emily's reversal as she had full control and wasn't about to let her victory elude her.

She, instead, rolled them both onto their sides and began crushing Emily's neck and head with her strong thighs.

"Give it up, you're not going anywhere, little girl!"

This time, Emily didn't even have the strength to say no. Her face had reddened so much that it was matching her outfit, and her curvy body strained in its suit as she arched, pulled and twisted in Isabelle's grip. It wasn't enough, she realized. None of it was enough. Slowly, her vision went grey as her arms and legs fell limp. In a few seconds, her entire body went stll.

Even then, she did not submit.

Realizing that she had put her opponent to sleep in her hold, Isabelle released the hold assuming that she won the match, despite not gaining a submission.

She cheered in front of the crowd, looking down at her limp opponent. "Do you submit or should we continue? You will eventually submit if you don't give up now."

Emily made no reply. The Scotswoman lay unconscious at Isabelle's feet, breathing lightly. The referee knelt down to check on her, to see if Isabelle had done any serious damage beyond just putting Emily to sleep.

Slowly, though, Emily's breathing became a little more rapid. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gave out an unintelligible groan as she lay on the mat.

Isabelle placed her foot on Emily's chest as she claimed victory. Striking a dominant post, she placed her hands on her waist and stared down at her.

"Kiss my foot and admit who the better wrestler is, little girl."