Justice vs Anarchy (Standard, 1 fall)

Anne had thought her plan quite clever, but unfortunately it didn't go quite as well as she'd expected. Probably because she lacked Lamya's experience at scissoring... Through a bit of rough and tumble she found herself not only unseated but folded over with her feet up by her head and shoulders pressed flat to the mat. Her skirt fell up over her stomach holding her panty clad posterior up into the air. Squirming she found her arms caught as the ref-girl began to count. "No!" The word ripped from Anne's lips as a panicked shriek as her feet kicked futilely in the air.

"TWO!" James smiled, he was about to win his second match of his career and he felt great. He held her down and smiled down at her, "Lights out cutey."

Anne's butt wiggled in the air as she squirmed in the pin, but she was stuck. A more skilled wrestler could have reversed the position, but that trick was beyond Anne's limited experience. If she couldn't brute force it then there was nothing for it. Impotently she grunted and growled beneath him. Normally she didn't mind losing, but she'd been so close to winning so many times! "No-no-no. NO!"

"Three!" The bell rang and James let her go. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He rolled away and lay on his back with his fists in the air, "I did it!" he cried out and wiped some blood from his face. He had overcome the odds and had come out on top, quite literally. He panted softly and tried to stand, but found he couldn't. The pain was just too much for him to handle, he prepared himself for an attack by Anne, but decided she wouldn't touch him.

Anne unfolded when she was released, her legs falling to the mat with an unceremonious thump. Rolling onto her side she let her dyed tresses fall over her face as she trembled from head to toe. So close... Such a near victory turned into an embarrassing defeat. Defeat didn't usually phase her so, but she had let herself get caught up in the win. Though her body was unbroken she laid still as if she were shattered and simply stared unseeing through a mesh of her hair. Just take a few deep breathes, Anne. Breathe deep, let it go. So help me girl, if you cry Lily will ship you down to the Kawaiis with Lamya... Sniffling quietly she took a deep breath trying to cool her rampant passions.

Winner: James Justice by Pinfall.

James wanted to go to her, to comfort her, but he was in so much pain. He sat up and scooted over to her, "Hey, you did well." blood dripped from his face and he smiled weakly, "You almost had me, you did an amazing job, but there's always next time."

Anne made a quiet choking sound as she swallowed her emotions. She wanted to rage at him: she didn't want his pity, but she knew that if she didn't keep a hold of herself everything would come flooding out. As it was she knew the audience suspected and even the cameras would be able to see the gloss of her eyes as soon as she moved her hair. "Thanks..." Her voice cracked as she rasped the word, though her gratitude was unconvincing.

Slowly she sat up and raked her fingers back through her hair revealing her watery blue eyes. "Well, I'm definitely not gonna sit on your face now." She tried to joke with a frail smile. She really wasn't sure what sort of response she was going to return home to tonight.

He opened his arms up, "Come on, give me a hug." he smiled and waited

Anne was fighting the urge to wipe her eyes knowing it would only draw more attention to her state and smear her makeup making her look like a mopey goth. Runny eyeliner was Lamya's department after a match, not hers. Flattening her lips together Anne drew in another sniffling, cooling breath as James invited her in for a hug. Venturing a brave smile she sighed and threw her arms around his chest. Unless he held her longer she would make it a quick hug, to seem sportsmanlike and not consoling.