Emily Clarkson vs Maricarmen Juarez

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Emily's pleas went unheard as she stumbled across the ring and crashed straight into the ring post. Her body hung on the middle turnbuckle and she grabbed her hurt shoulder and kicked her feet against the mat in pain, and she was too hurt to move herself off.

"Owwwww, god..." She moaned softly.

Maricarman huffed and reached out for Emily's bra and shorts and pulled her out from the turnbuckle only to turn her and shove her back roughly into it. The Latina then stared down at Emily and gave her a petulant slap to the face.

"That's how I feel wrestling you!" She spat. "You're too green for this place!" She added, furrowing her brow at Emily.

Maricarmen then tucked her shoulder under Emily's chin and wrapped her arms around Emily's lithe body and began the slow process of trying to hoist the red head up to a sitting position on the top turnbuckle.

"Ah!"

The slap snapped Emily's head sharply to the side She put a hand over her reddened cheek and looked back at Maricarmen like a scolded child.

Her skinny, teenage body was lifted up and her butt plunked down on the top turnbuckle. It felt like she was a kilometer from the ground, and immediately she white knuckled the ropes on either side of her.

In a desperate attempt to stave off whatever Maricarmen had in mind, she laid on her side and wrapped her arms around the top rope, hugging it tightly like a security blanket, and she wasn't going to let go until the referee made Maricarmen back up. They did that, right?

Maricarmen wasn't exactly sure what she had in mind for Emily once she hefted the girl onto the top turnbuckle but whatever it was, it was going to put Emily down. In the middle of the ring. For THREE seconds.

At least until Emily folded her body over the ropes like a child who had climbed a tree and suddenly realized that getting down wasn't going to be as easy. "What the HELL!?" She screamed and lifted up her arm and jammed her elbow into Emily's back to try and pry her off the ropes only to feel a tug on her shoulder. She turned around to see the referee telling her to get Emily out of the corner. It had been well past a five count, that was for sure.

Maricarmen furrowed her brow and got in the referee's face. "Look at her! How am I supposed to DO that!?" She said. "Why don't you tell HER to get out of the ring!" She said, continuing to argue with the ref who just continued to tell her she couldn't keep Emily in the corner.

Frustrated, Maricarmen brushed past the referee and hopped onto the bottom rope, pushed her hands into Emily's head and butt and threw a knee up into the girl's gut. She then reached for Emily's red hair again and tried to tug her off the ropes.

"Listen to the referee!" She barked angrily.

Emily listened to them arguing, but she remained stubbornly fastened to the ropes as long as Maricarmen was still right there. She waited for the girl to finally give her space, but instead she did the opposite, stepping in with a knee strike that Emily didn't even see until it was too late.

"HUUPH!"

Emily folded up, and would've fallen from the ropes on her own even if Maricarmen hadn't ripped her down by the hair. She hit the mat with a heavy smack and curled into a ball, arms clutching her stomach, groaning softly while tears sprang to her eyes.

The physical pain was unbearable, and she was sure that the sting of defeat could not possibly be as bad. She cried softly while she waited for the end to come.

Maricarmen frowned as Emily flopped off the ropes and onto the canvas. She watched as the girl curled up into a ball and started crying. Marcaermen was absolutely flabbergasted by what she was seeing.

"You're... crying!?" She barked and roughly grabbed Emily's arm and began to drag her into the middle of the ring. This time she wasn't going to be stopped by the ropes. "You're pathetic!" Maricarmen yelled down at the girl. "You HAD your chance to lose with some dignity and YOU'RE the one that decided to keep things going. As far as I'm concerned, you SHOULD cry at how terrible you are!"

Maricarmen was en fuego, furious at the red head for making her go through all these motions when she was definitely the most pathetic person she had seen in a ring. Maricarmen felt as ashamed for this match as it looked like Emily did but she wanted to make sure that the red head got it through her thick skull. The next girl she fought wasn't going to BE as nice as Maricarmen was. The next girl would probably just cut Emily's career short FOR her. At least Maricarmen was trying to explain why she should quit of her own accord.

Emily sniffled. Her body ached terribly and she knew she was hopelessly outmatched, as usual, but as Maricarmen spoke she remembered her pride, or what little of it was left, and it stung her. She hid her face from the girl and propped herself up with one palm on the mat.

"Shut up," she spat bitterly. "If I'm so pathetic, why haven't you won? All you've done is whine, you... you... crybaby."

Maricamren's eyes widened at Emily responded to her taunting. It was as much of thefact that she DID respond as what she said that stunned Maricarmen. The Latina shook her head, her locks shaking about as she bared her teeth and snarled at the red head.

"That's IT!" She said and reached down for one of Emily's boots. She hoisted up the leg and then bent down. Maricarmen wasn't especially knowledgeable with submissions, they weren't her forte, but she felt comfortable enough in her own skill and Emily's lack thereof that she attempted applying a Texas cloverleaf.

While she was bent over with one leg and trying to hook her arms properly, she leaned forward and scowled at Emily. <I'll show you what REAL crying is, girl!> She growled in Spanish.

Emily trembled in fear as her words seemed to have a real effect on the Mexican girl, making her finally lose her temper. She held out her hands, palms out, as if she could beg her not to break her in half.

Her legs were wrapped up in the cloverleaf position, and all that was left was for Maricarmen to turn her over and snap her in half like a twig, though she doubted it would be that quick. Emily didn't speak a word of Spanish, she didn't understand what Maricarmen said. She only knew a little German from school.

But she understood how close Maricarmen's head was, and she understood how hair pulling worked. She reached up suddenly and seized the girl's ridiculously long hair with both hands and yanked her in as hard as she could, and tried to roll back over her shoulder. As tangled up as they were, she didn't realize that she had managed to get Maricarmen's shoulders down until the referee slapped the mat next to her.

"ONE!"

"Heynnguh!"

Maricarmen yelped as she felt Emily tug on her hair. With her body folded over and her arms wrapped around Emily's legs, she was pulled off balance rather easily and rolled up into the pinning position. Before she could even realize what happened, the referee was already slapping the one count down. Her eyes widened and she struggled, realizing that her own hold was keeping her pinned. She struggled to escape, trying to pull her arms off of Emily as the referee slapped down the two count.

"TWO!"

What the hell!? It felt like she was counting so fast! Maricarmen yanked her arms free by the time the referee raised her hand for the final time. She tried to shove Emily off her before the final count hit but she just wasn't in time and her whole body reverberated with a wave of horrible unpleasantness as the three count hit.

"THREE!"