THE Cyclops Vs. Jamie Valentine

Little Molly Hatcher... No that wasn't her name. Her real name had been chosen by herself. It was Summer Summers now! But in the Ring she was THE Cyclops. But in her heart she was simply 'Cyclops'. That damn snobby pink haired woman said something about a lawsuit. Of course Molly had to back down, the AFW wasn't keen on going to court with M***** over the C***** trademark. Maybe if she said she was one of those Cyclops from mythology or something? Well it mattered not. Molly was here to fight! To Wrestle! To Win! And with wins came money! And with money she could blow it all on convertibles! Mansions! Leather uniforms and expensive red sunglasses.

Now she was in for another match. Molly was eager. She had lost to Mecha Neko Mai but that was only a minor setback! This time would be different!

Suddenly, Molly's theme hit! and the green haired girl... THE Cyclops emerged from backstage and stepped onto the entrance stage with a mighty stomp before raising her hands up to the.... Dead crowd.  

"For Mutantkind!" she jeered before walking down the ramp at a quick pace, sliding inside the ring  and making her way to her corner, leaning up against it as she awaited the arrival of her foe, adjusting her visor carefully, she didn't need it to fall off.

Jamie's arrival was heralded by [url=http://youtu.be/GKaYOW9zMoY?t=1m18s:30pmk336]the classics[/url:30pmk336]. And helicopters.

She triumphantly appeared at the top of the ramp, a rather underwhelming sight, and the crowd responded by issuing forth a tsunami of boos that might've knocked poor Jamie on her butt if she weren't prepared for it. Having cheated her way to an undeserved victory over Japan's Lucky Uchida, the Wrestle Angels veteran, had done wonders for her... notoriety.

She smirked her way down the ramp, turning up her nose and picking her way past the fans on either side as if snubbing their desperate attempts to score a high five from her, but not one fan solicited one. She climbed up the ring steps, carefully, and then stepped under the middle rope and into the ring.

She pointed a melodramatic finger at Summer. "Ye dog!" She declared. "You shoulda stayed at sea, ya landlubber! Now I'm gonna scrub the deck with your ugly face!"

The bell rang, and the crowd salivated at the possibility of Jamie being taught a lesson, even if it was by another weirdo foreigner.

"GO JAMIE-CHAAAAAAN!" Lucky screamed from her front row seat. She was dressed in street clothes and held up a sign that said "Skate or DIE!" The blue haired girl stood up and waved it frantically before Macky yanked her back down roughly.

The red head sighed. "You're more embarrassing than this fight we're about to watch. Why the hell did you drag me here, anyway?"

"To cheer on Jamie-chan! You support your friends, right!?"

"Friends usually don't make their friends run away crying! Have you even spoken to her since then?"

"No, but... she'll have to receive my feelings if I cheer for her! GO JAMIE-CHAAAAAAN!"

That booing! It was loud! Louder than any form of booing Molly had ever head LIVE before. They people here must of really disliked who ever was coming out to that old classical music that was playing. Honestly that music made Molly want to yawn a bit. Her music was so much cooler, it hyped a person up and sounded heroic, this stuff just sounded... Well, weird.

Finally, Molly saw someone appear, this unremarkable looking blonde haired girl whom the crowd seemed to really dislike. "Okay..." Molly said to herself, clinching her fists tightly as she eyed Jamie, a girl who was around her size, meaning that she wasn't fighting an unfair opponent this time!

But when that girl got into the ring and pointed a finger at her suddenly, Molly was taken aback, instantly startled and staggering back as this girl began talking like some sort of... Pirate? She was just really startled at being told that she should have stayed at sea, and what on earth did landlubber even mean!?

"A... P-Pirate?"[Molly didn't know any pirates in M****** comics! Unless you counted... "CORSAIR!" Molly shouted suddenly in a moment of realization, her eyes sparkling as she looked to Jamie, possibly the closest thing to the father of Scott Summers.

"...I just wish you were from space." Molly added before the bell suddenly rang, her head perking up as she stared at Jamie with eyes full of determination. "COME CORSAIR! I SHALL BE YOUR VULCAN TODAY! ENDING YOUR LIFE IN THIS RING PER-MATURELY WITH MY MUTANT POWERS AND MASTERY OF.... JUDO!!!" Molly yelled her head off dramatically before she sprinted at Jamie' eyes shut tight, turning her head away so she didn't get hurt or anything while she flailed both arms, intent on hitting... Something!

"Shut up, butt-munch!" Jamie shouted back. She didn't know what kind of nonsense the weird girl had just spewed at her, but she took it all as a declaration of war.

She could've sworn she heard her name from somewhere in the crowd, but she couldn't see where. Once the bell rang, she had bigger fish to fry. She steeled herself for the battle to come, and met Molly's charge head-on with an equally furious barrage of limb-flailing.

"Agh! Ow! OW!" Fists and palms smacked against arms and shoulders as the sissy fight raged on, but Jamie was no noodle-armed choir girl. She was a veteran of millions of fights, each more epic than the last!

She marshalled that experience to bring about Molly's ruin by covering her head with her arms as she lifted a foot and stamped down with her heel on the top of the crazy girl's foot.

How dare this girl call her a butt-munch! She was too cool to be called such a thing! Molly would show her! The insult only made her flail harder, pounding little powder puff hammer fists, clubbing FIERCELY at Jamie's arms with the intent to kill or at least bruise.

She gazed at Jamie with one open eye that saw through her pink hued visor while striking at the pirate girl's arms, thinking one blow would hit her head at least. But before her stellar offense could destroy Jamie a terrible pain errupted on her foot.

"YEOW! My foot!" Molly whined, halting her attack as she whimpered, staggering back and lifting her right foot off the ground, arching it so her toes were pointed down as her foot throbbed. "Oooooh." Mewled Molly, it really stung and now she didn't want to put her foot down on the mat. Those boots of her's were not wrestling boots. The material was very thin and she meant to paint them blue or yellow but she hadn't had the chance yet. Right now she was kind of wishing she got better foot wear because it felt like Jamie had hit her bare foot and it left her stunned and wide open!

The crowd needless to say was having a good time watching the wacky shenanigans play out.

Jamie, ever the opportunist, pressed the attack by taking a step toward the costumed girl and coiling a leg into her chest before kicking her shoe squarely into Molly's crotch like she was kicking in a door.

The crowd's feedback took a sharp turn, and thunderous boos filled the arena.

Molly was still 'stunned' but the ever brutal stomp to her foot, leaving her wide open as Jamie stepped in suddenly, pulled in her leg and let it slam right into Molly's crotch with strong force behind it, the kick managing to make Molly bend over immediately, her eyes bulging wide before rolling up, her teeth being clinched tightly, showcasing an expression of deep, horrid pain. "...Ehkk..." She muttered quitely before she suddenly fell back to the mat, clutching her aching crotch while trying to holdback tears.

"O-Owww..." She whimpered on the mat while the chorus of boos suddenly took over the arena. If the crowd only felt 'weird' towards Molly before, now they definitely had sympathy for her, the blatant dirty cheating from Jamie was inexcusable!

"Don't get caught, Jamie-chan!" Lucky urged as she cheered for Jamie, on of two voices rooting in the ragamuffin and trying to shout over the boos.

"Ha Ha Ha! You're not supposed to START with that, idiot!" Macky chortled.

"Heeeeee hee hee hee hee ha ha haaaa!" Jamie cackled delightedly, and her cackle grew to an even bigger, cacklier cackle, until she was nearly incapacitated by it. "BAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAaa!! HOW D'YOU LIKE THAT, LOSER?"

Meanwhile, the ref-girl was jabbering on about something she didn't care about. Whatever.

Jamie gleefully descended upon her downed and suffering opponent, and circled to stand at her head. With a little hop, she put her feet on Molly's face, letting the rubber sneaker-soles painfully stretch out the girl's skin as they slid off to either side to land on the mat.