Emily Nelson vs Mistress Isabelle (Completed)

Emily heard Isabelle screaming in her grip, feeling her using her legs in an effort to get them closer to the mat. Gritting her teeth, Emily leaned back, winching the hold further and putting more pressure on Isabelle's shoulder blades. "Nnh...you...sure about that?" she huffed, not wanting to give Isabelle a moment of respite.

Being as flexible as she was, she didn't have to submit if she didn't want to. And she certainly wasn't going to.

"No, I'm not submitting! Gaah!" Isabelle shook her head as Emily's feet were crossed behind it.

Emily's expression soured. As much as she hated heels, she had to admit that she admired Isabelle's stubborness. If only the girl didn't have such a dislikeable personality, the two of them might have started off on better terms. She knew she could maintain this hold all day, but at this point, she wanted to move onto something else.

Unhooking her legs and releasing the lotus lock, Emily stood back up. As she did, she stomped hard on Isabelle's back, aiming to get the German back down on her front.

Isabelle was finally released from the devastating Lotus Lock. She felt a sigh of relief after she was released but the pain didn't stop there as she was stomped again, this time on her back. She began favoring her back as she rolled on her side, looking toward the ropes to see if she can get to them to help her up.

With Isabelle still grounded, Emily decided to move on to her finisher. Grabbing onto Isabelle's ankles, Emily moved to hook them around her own boots, trapping them and immobilizing Isabelle's legs. If she managed this, she would then grab on to Isabelle's wrists and lean back, lifting Isabelle upwards facing the ceiling of the ring by her arms and legs up into the air above her in her signiature ceiling hold, the Highlander.

Having scouted her opponent before the match, Isabelle was aware of what was coming next, but she wouldn't allow it. She tucked her arms under her body to defend herself against her opponent's finishing submission hold. She knew she'd be done for if the hold was locked in, so she did everything in her power to avoid it.

To Emily's surprise, Isabelle withdrew her arms under her body, as though in anticipation of the Highlander. Cursing, Emily decided to improvise. Keeping Isabelle's ankles locked against her own, she leaned forward, her body pressing against Isabelle's back as she cupped her chin, pulling back sharply and, in the process, trapping Isabelle's arms under her own body. If Emily couldn't use the Highlander on her foe, then at least she was going to stretch her a bit more.

"Aaah! Aaah!" Emily was locked in another submission as she suddenly felt her chin cupped and her head pulled back as her legs were still trapped.

Her arms were pinned under her, but she managed to pull her arms out. She military crawled her way to the ropes, slowly but surely, eventually getting her hands on the bottom rope.

Although Emily had held onto the hold for all it was worth, it wasn't enough. Isabelle still managed to grab the ropes. Feeling the ref tap her on the shoulder, Emily cursed and let go, rolling off of Isabelle to stand back up.

Brushing her hair aside, Emily leaned down and grabbed at Isabelle's arms to pull her to her feet. Knowing that she needed to soften the German up a little more, she shoved her against the ropes so that she was propped up, before cupping her hands together to deliver an axe-handle to Isabelle's midsection.

She was pulled up to her feet yet again and pushed against the ropes. anticipating Emily's attack, she moved out of the way before the axe handle could connect. She jumped on the second rope and leaped off of it, turning in mid-air. She hoped to land a springboard into a flying headscissor, trying to wrap her legs around Emily's head and take her to the mat in a front headscissors submission. If successful, she would grab hold of Emily's arms and hold them while they were on the mat, Emily on her stomach and Isabelle on her back.