Emily Clarkson vs Ingrid Ulrich

Emily's heart fluttered. When Ingrid lifted her boot up above her she rolled to the side as fast as she could and narrowly avoided being crushed. She crawled on all fours and tried to scramble away before any more stomps followed, but she was still in terrible pain.

She didn't have a plan. She didn't know what she was doing, she just didn't want to be a failure.

The ring rattled as Ingrid's boot slammed into the canvas and nothing else. She grinned as Emily rolled away and started to crawl. She was glad the girl had so much gumption even if it was probably too little, too late.

Ingrid stalked towards Emily as she crawled. A kick or a punch might be the best course of action, but those didn't seem to stop the girl, really. When Ingrid was close, she reached for Emily's hair to try and tug the girl into a standing body scissors so she could apply a heavy chinlock.

Emily's escape came to an abrupt halt when Ingrid trapped her between her thighs.

"Hrk!" Her neck was bent sharply backward, and she gritted her teeth and struggled to think of something to do. She pulled against Ingrid's much stronger hands, thumped her fists uselessly against the girl's thighs and ankles, but she couldn't move her an inch. Meanwhile, she was still in more pain, as if it would never end.

The only thing she could think to do made her feel even more childish. She wriggled her neck back and forth until she could get her mouth open, and then bit down as hard as she could on Ingrid's hand.

Ingrid laughed at Emily's pathetic struggling. Though it wasn't a derisive laugh, it was one of commendation. "You're still so feisty! I'm impressed! Even if you have little to show for your stubbornness, you deserve a real defeat!"

However, as she spoke, she paid no mind to Emily trying to free herself until the teeth clamped down on her hand. "Arrgh!"

She released Emily instantly and took a step back to check her hand. "Why you!" She growled, waving her to hand soothe the pain. She pulled up her boot and stabbed it at Emily to try and repay her for the mastication.

Emily quickly scrambled up to her feet, taking a boot to the butt on her way that made her stumble forward.

She spun around and glared at Ingrid, with flushed cheeks and wild hair. Without thinking, she flung herself at the viking, jumping through the air to snap a high roundhouse kick up at her face!

Ingrid shook the pain from her hands and stood to face Emily. She met the girl's hard look with an exuberant grin and pounded her chest as the wild eyed red head came at her. When Ingrid saw the kick, she threw her hands up to catch Emily's leg with both hands and grunted from the impact. She then turned to put Emily off balance and onto her back but kept the leg.

While holding it, she bent her knees and jumped between Emily's legs and landed on the girl's stomach. She then pushed off and let her butt drop onto Emily's face while her leg nestled against the Viking's armpit.

Even if Emily wasn't out now, Ingrid doubted the girl would be stupid enough to raise her arms and break the count as the referee slid into position.

Emily panicked for a brief moment as she hopped on one foot, and then she found herself on her back. She put her hands up, pleading for Ingrid to stop, but the viking's weight crusher her stomach and folded her in half, or would have had she not then come crashing down on the teenager's head.

The impact shook the ring, and Emily was instantly limp. The referee was mercifully quick with the count.

"One! Two! Three!"

And as the bell rang, the referee moved in to check for signs of life from the English girl.

Ingrid rolled off of Emily quickly once the bell rang. She hopped up and roared as the crowed cheered. They loved Ingrid's domination, but hoped Emily hadn't been seriously hurt. The last attack seemed to really knock the red head out.

Ingrid paid no mind to it and did laps around the ring, beating her chest and retrieving her axe so she could hoist it in the air and victoriously posed. Once she was done, she turned and looked down at Emily. Ingrid was worried on the inside about having actually hurt Emily, but on the outside she remained stoic and indifferent to Emily's plight.

"No one can stand up to might guided by the Gods! I commend your spirit, but your body is weak and puny." She declared. "You don't belong here."

When Emily began to come around, face to face with a relieved referee, the first thing she was aware of was pain. The agony in her stomach radiated in sick, crippling waves up her body, and there was nothing she could do but lay there and suffer. She began to pull her knees up toward her chest, groaning as she rolled onto her side, when she saw Ingrid.

You don't belong here.

Emily's face betrayed nothing, but the words gutted her. She physically felt her spirit crumble. Her head went slack and lolled sideways against the mat and she stared off into the distance. The ref was asking her questions, but she ignored them, and eventually when she had still not been able to stand the staff had brought a stretcher.

She didn't allow them to put her on the thing, but instead she fled the arena down a side exit, clutching her stomach while she hobbled through the hateful crowd. They so loved to witness her humiliation. She began to think of all the ways she wanted to shut their mouths and take away their brainless smiles.

Ingrid watched Emily roll off. The girl DID have a pretty indomitable spirit. Ingrid would always give her credit for that. However, she wasn't very smart if she believed this was the place she belonged. Still, Ingrid didn't care about any of that.

Her return match was great and her husband and child were most definitely cheering her on. Once Emily had gone, the referee could finally raise Ingrid's hand triumphantly. That thrill of battle. She missed it and wanted more.

Ingrid wins via Pinfall