A Scorpion Against The Thunder: Emilia Hawthorne vs Badass Thunder Mask (NHB Match)

Emilia Hawthorne:

VS.

Badass Thunder Mask:

“Badass Thunder Mask?”

Emilia's smile couldn't help but twitch almost erratically at the magazine article in front of her, her eyes finding hilarity in the words and accompanying picture. “What a juvenile title. Is he naive enough to think he can transform his dismal career by merely slapping a new paint of colour to his comical costume...?” She glanced up at her servant, dressed in a fine dark blue suit. “Well, Henry?”

Her servant gave a small cough, causing the Scorpion's eyes to narrow. That was a sign that she wasn't going to be fond of what he was going to say. “W-Well...he's only just unveiled himself after a hiatus, mistress...so I haven't been able to uncover any concrete details...only that he was trained by Killer King, the ferocious beast of the Tension League itself.”

“Hmph.” Emi was far from impressed, glowering down at the picture of her future opponent with contempt. “No matter how much you dress it up, trash is trash. And our former little boy blue has something of a reputation as a jobber in this league that won't be so easily shaken.” She shook her head, sighing with something close to pity. “He seems to have deluded himself into believing he's now a force in the ring. But this no-holds-barred match is the ideal way to bring him back down to reality.”

The girl slowly ran her fingers down the picture of him in his new black wrestling attire, dreaming. Soon, she'd be taking hold of his flesh in her hands for real. And then, the Silver Scorpion would pierce him endlessly with her insipid poison until he was howling for mercy. Oh, how she could only imagine how hard he would scream...it sent the biggest chill down her spine.

“Um...d-do I still have to be present, mistress?”

Emi gave a 'tch' of impatience. Henry normally knew better than to ask her to repeat herself, but she could tell he was desperately hoping he wouldn't have to be present tonight.

“Why Henry, that rather hurts.” Her tone was sweet, but icy. “We've known each other since childhood. There's no one else I'd rather have to assist me tonight.” Her butler made a loud gulp as he quivered under her fiendish stare. “And you'd rather weasel out of it?” She laced her fingers together, flexing her hands to prep herself. “If you wish, we could warm up here together before I dismantle this...'former' jobber tonight. That would suit me fine~”

Henry frantically waved his hands in protest, his head shaking back and forth so fast it was a mere blur. “N-N-No, that's perfe...I mean...well...p-perhaps I coul...” He bit down upon his tongue, ceasing his blubbering before lowering his head in resignation. “...I'll gladly accompany you, Ms. Emilia.”

She smirked lazily in triumphant. “Good boy~”

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The opening notes of her signature theme, Tomorrow Is Mine, was met with colossal cheers from the audience. Emi sauntered out to even louder cheers in her silver leotard, waving in a relaxed and confident manner. She clearly thought this match was over before it had even started. Behind her, almost invisible compared to the sheer presence the Silver Scorpion wielded, Henry walked. He looked a little sheepish, this being his first time in the actual arena of AFW. Emi had made certain that he understood that he was representing her, and she would not tolerate a single misstep or blunder. No matter how nervous her servant may feel.

Reaching the ring as the pink and silver lights swirled above her for her entry, Emi tapped her foot on the floor with a hand on her hip. Henry came forward, grabbing the bottom rope and raising it up for her to slide under. Her movement was smooth and graceful, much like silk, and she gave a cat-like smirk at the cameras as they snapped countless pictures of her. Perhaps the only time she'd allow photos of her lying on the canvas. Rising up in the centre of the ring, the tips of Emi's fingers brushed against her lips sensually as she blew a kiss to the audience with a playful wink, prompting even louder cheers from her many male fans.

She made her way towards her corner, leaning back against the turnbuckle. Her legs were crossed casually and her fingers played idly with her hair. The Silver Scorpion was the picture of perfect calm, even though this was her first NHB match, as she awaited the arrival of the new BTM. Henry meanwhile, had made his way on the outside to the corner where Emi was, standing outside the ring. He only prayed he wouldn't have to get too physical.

Ever since BTM announced his return as a new persona, the 'badass' Thunder Mask is getting more request to take him on in a match because of his past record being a 'jobber' and super rarely win, one of his win was more of given to him out of pity. Today, he isnt looking for someone to throw a match or pity him for being 'small' compared to many wrestlers here or even let himself losing to anyone, the 'BADASS" Thunder Mask is here tonight looking for a win!

King having a brief chat with him so he can get it embedded into his brain to know that he will win by all means as the match is schedule to be a NHB match, pretty much its anything goes and its going to be a rough one too. "Alright listen to me, as long you kick her ass then everything is fine, do whatever you can to beat her like.... low blow her, rake her breasts, whatever! Got it?" BTM nodded lightly as the idea in his head doesnt sound good to him but unless his female opponent does it use it on him, can tell and feel it will happen at some point. "Got it!"

Both King and BTM heading out to the ring with their music playing, BTM in front first since he'll be going up against Emilia Hawthorne, never met or heard of her but willing to see how good she is and how well he can take her on, the young masked wrestler is looking forward to show he is a changed man, a better tougher man that isnt a wimpy teen that likes to lose, turning fully around and reach for the top!

King slowly walking behind his client and eventually break path to go around the ring, around opposite from where that guy hanging out with the girl as he glares at him then back at the girl, just to see how nice her body is. BTM however moving to the ring steel steps to walk up and get on the apron to step between the ropes to come in the ring with Emilia, she does look pretty hot for sure but, he patting his face to psyche himself up, hopping side by side in his corner waiting for the bell to ring.

"YEAH!" Raising his arms up to increase his pumped up mood while everyone is booing at him, not as much as they do to King but sooner or later it'll get up there, then the young masked wrestler turn to point at Emilia then thumb down at her, a gesture he is telling her without words he is taking her down. "Ready to lose? Jobber?" Copying King's quote that he usually likes to say, felt weird saying it as he was a former 'jobber' himself. Hoping the bell can ring soon so he can start stepping out from his corner and coming to the center of the ring.

The very instant her opponent BTM and his mentor Killer King made their appearance, Emi regarded the pair of them with derision. She wondered briefly what had encouraged the latter to train such a pitiful jobber. Showing off his handiwork to the audience, perhaps? That he could do the impossible by transforming a meek little weakling into a titan of the ring?

Well, the Silver Scorpion was far from convinced. As they reached the ring and Killer King shot a fierce glare at Henry, the servant quickly turned white as a sheet. He was beginning to feel that even the ring wasn't enough of a gap between them. Surely he'd be allowed to interfere as Henry might...? He dearly hoped the beast and him wouldn't clash.

Emi meanwhile fixed her eyes upon the jaguar with scorn before turning her gaze upon her prey for tonight. He was full of endless zeal and an attitude to go with it. A combination that the girl loathed. When BTM pointed at her, wordlessly gestured her defeat and even boldly declared her a jobber, Emi merely looked entertained. As if a clown had just performed a funny spectacle before her.

"My, for Killer King's cub, you're already well on your way to becoming as alarmingly obnoxious as your mentor." Emilia stated with a finger pressed against her cheek. "And while I understand black is a popular colour in a teen's rebellious years, don't you think you're taking it to an almost comical level?"

The bell rang as the referee checked her over, but not before reminding the crowd of the NHB rules. She came out of her corner casually, still surveying BTM with amusement. "You clearly aren't prepared for this match if you believe you're going to have any role here besides lying down at the end, when I've battered your flesh both blue and black." That dangerous, predatory grin of hers arose with a mad glint in her eyes as she lifted her arms up, inviting BTM to lock up with her in a grapple for a test of strength.

"But that's fine. It'll make the moment when I destroy your new aspirations and dreams just that more satisfying~"

King circled around the square ring until he get to stop just nearby his client so he can watch the whole match, he knows BTM can win this match unless that pale white looking guy interferes it which King will sock him to the ground if he needs to. For now, King looks up at the girl that looks mighty sexy, would love a piece of her once BTM finish her off that is then maybe King will slip in and giving the girl a thing or two by the monster of a man, plus, she would love to get him a payback and he will show her she will fail to try.

BTM looking right at her as the girl began talking, insulting him for how he looks and being a 'teen' which he isnt a teen anymore! BTM couldnt help but to respond a bit angrily like a young adult going on tantrum. "Wait what?! I wear whatever the color I want..... girl! And Im not a teen!" He then moving a bit closer to her as he points, eyeing on the girl Emilia. "I wont be losing to you tonight, YOU will be the one laying at the end.... um.... GIRL!" He have trouble trying to say 'bitch'

He snort at her last words as soon the bell rings where she wants to test his strengths for a lock up, he brings his hands up to circle around her going to do the same too. "Well, I'll be the one destroying you! and it would be so sad to lose someone who lost a jobber title and handing it over to you!"

BTM comes in trying to lock up interlocking his fingers with her, palms flatten pressing against hers trying to pushes her back as he could maybe to have her leaning backward to power her as he could, the young more 'badass' wrestler need to proven himself he CAN be badass.

And so the lock up between the pair commenced, Emi lacing her fingers between BTM's own. His angry outburst merely caused her to smile lazily in triumph. He had buttons she could press to incite him, and she'd apply as much pressure to them as possible to throw him off his game. Her aim was to dismantle the opponent not only in body, but in spirit as well. That was true victory in her eyes.

She clenched her hands tightly, emphasising the grapple between the pair as their bodies shook from the tension. But then the Silver Scorpion yielded ever so slightly, tilting backwards in the struggle to lure BTM into a false sense of security. Yet Emi didn't look concerned in the slightest. In fact, she was staring up at the boy with an almost coquettish pout.

"I must say..." She spoke with a honeyed tone, a whisper only he'd be able to hear. "You're rather cute when you try to bare those teeth of yours~" Then her voice became lower, more ominous as she smirked at him victoriously. "But wrestling is about being decisive, and not hesitating in your actions or words."

With a sound quite close to a snarl emerging from her throat, Emi threw her head forward. Her target was BTM's own masked forehead, ramming her skull into his to catch him by surprise and daze him if she was successful.

BTM locking his fingers with hers before he could slowly powering through to pushes her backward and while he was doing it, looking into her eyes and can see she isnt worry about what he was doing, she seems very confident for this match and that was makes him feels a bit afraid of, yet same time,  he have to stay strong.

"Hey dont say that! I am gonna defeat y----" then suddenly the blonde snaps her head forward right into his face, his mask more likely that knocking him backward and letting her hands go, grunting as he got stunned from the surprised headbutt, shaking his head trying to clear his mind.

"Damnit BTM! What you doing?!" King yelling at him from the outside.

The sight of BTM reeling from the headbutt sent Emi's heart soaring with joy. She wanted to see him suffer, to see him squirm in her hands, to put an end to his delusions that he could ever amount to anything in the Tension League.

While he was stunned in place, The Silver Scorpion's hands grabbed at BTM's head, locking him under her right arm securely. With her free hand, she pressed her index and middle finger to her lips and blew a teasing kiss at Killer King who was shouting outside the arena. "No need to fret now. Your errand boy is in very good hands~"

If BTM didn't manage to counter the girl in time, Emi's hand would then seek to take hold of his tights and lift his legs up for extra leverage. At that point, she'd aim to drive his head down to the canvas in a DDT while he was still wedged under her arm.

BTM face and head feeling bit stunned from the sudden headbutt at the start not seeing it coming at all even his mentor King yelling at him for his big mistake, then he soon felt his head getting grabbed and pulled down under her arm, trapped in a frontal headlock while she taunts his mentor, need to get out of this and fast!

King growled at her for trying to sound amusing dealing with his apprentice young masked wrestler. "Grrrr show you in good hands!"

"Uhhhh!" BTM squirm a little bit while reaching for for her arm thats around his head as shes taunting his mentor, he tries to hopefully twist himself out while out straighten her arm, gritting his teeth  as he could try yanking her arm into him with his free arm out, diving towards her to clothesline his opponent Emilia across the chest to go down hard with him, would give him a chance to lay down and recover from the stunned headbutt. "HMPH!"