Bullet Ant vs Jamie Valentine

Jamie hobbled another step before she turned to watch for any incoming Ants. She looked around for a second without finding her before her eyes drifted up and caught site of her incoming airborne opponent. She stood dumbstruck, mouth open, until Bullet Ant crashed into her and sent her to the floor.

She coughed and wheezed under the weight of the impact, first with Ant and when with the floor. She hit her head when she landed, and for the time being she could neither think nor see straight. She laid still in a heap on the floor, groaning, and slowly she began to reach for the back of her aching head.

"Ohhhh..."

Bullet Ant's body collided with Jamie perfectly, the impact of the collision making the landing slightly softer for the luchadora, even if she did have to brace for a painful impact as the smaller opponent fell back with her momentum, it worked! Now the vaulting cross was 2 wins with one loss!

She panted heavily as she rolled off Jamie, trying to think of what else to do, they were both in a dangerous situation, the floor wasn't nearly padded enough to make any move where she ended up falling down again worth it, but it would do more damage if she could knock Jamie down. Once she got up of course.

Pulling herself up on the apron, the masked high flyer waited for Jamie to get up so she could launch a running knee strike from the apron to Jamie's head.

Jamie was motionless for a long time. She laid on her back and very, very slowly rolled onto her side and draped an arm over her eyes. If she could've, she would've just crawled into a hole and waited for the match to be over, but that wasn't an option as far as she knew.

She began, with great, herculean effort, to pull herself up to a sitting position. She winced at the throbbing pain in her head and the sharp pains that came from her back, but eventually, she heroically sat up.

It took such a long time for her to stand up, that the crowd had time to get loud, and then get quiet, and then become almost completely silent, and then begin to murmur restlessly. Finally, Jamie raised her battered body all the way up, and she brushed her long blonde hair out of her face in time to see Bullet Ant racing toward her and flying through the air.

Her knee smacked Jamie in the face and put her right back down where she started. She was completely motionless again, unconscious for a few seconds before she began to stir. She rolled over onto her stomach and covered her face with one hand. She was too dazed to really be able to tell how much it hurt, but she knew it would hurt an awful lot before long.

Bullet Ant stumbled forward to a large cheer after her knee knocked Jamie flat on her back. Everything was coming up great! The twinge in her leg was ignorable, the crowd for the first time in her Japanese career seemed to love her, she had the advantage over her opponent and the ref's count had just hit 8!

Wait, that wasn't a good thing. Crap oh crap! The masked wrestler panicked: trying to get Jamie up and in the ring as the ref hit 9, then trying to just sneak in before the ten count herself.

"Ohh..." Jamie groaned.

She remained limp as a wet noodle as Bullet Ant began trying to pull her up, which, although she was small, didn't make the job any easier. She was dazed, and the only thing she could think of was that she would much rather just lie down for a while. She made a small noise in protest against being moved, and dead weighted herself on Bullet Ant.

"Nneh...donwanna..."

"nnggghh... come on..." Bullet Ant groaned: she had an easier time moving a 188lb Sumo compared to this blonde who had just gone dead weight over her. At this rate they were gonna get a double count out, a result no=one wanted... well Jamie might have wanted it, getting out with a draw wouldn't be the worst thing for her... nor would it be the worst thing for the Ant...

But still! Victory slipping away! She wouldn't be able to get both herself and Jamie in the ring before the count of 10, but if she dropped Jamie and let her fall down, she could slip in and out to reset the count to "1" and buy themselves a lot more time.

Jamie shook her head as her wits began to return. She heard the count of nine, and part of her really hoped for the double count-out, but Bullet Ant had that covered. She pushed up to her knees.

Well, from the ref's place in the ring, she couldn't see Bullet Ant below the waist as she rolled back off of the ring apron. Jamie got up to her knees and waited until Ant's feet touched the floor, and then threw her fist up between her legs. That's slow her down a bit.

Bullet Ant had successfully broke the count and was planning on getting Jamie back in the ring so she can end it only to have her world blinded by pain as soon as she set her feet down. A high pitched squeak left her mouth as the masked grappler collapsed into a pile, curling up into the fetal position in a futile attempt to try and deal with the pain.

Jamie laughed. "Oh, c'mon, don't be a sissy." She sneered. Bullet Ant's pain seemed to make all of the aching in her head seem bearable.

She grabbed Bullet Ant's head, one hand on her jaw to twist it to one side while she pulled her up, led her forward, and then ran her at the ring post and threw her headfirst into it.

"How's THAT feel?"

"Nnngggh... damn you and that stuff..." Bullet Ant groaned as she tried to get back up to her feet, legs pressed together in an attempt to numb it or at least prevent another low blow by Jamie only to have her head pulled and twisted painfully forcing her on her feet faster before being thrown to her doom.

One wince inducing clunk as the masked girl's head smashed into the steel post and the luchadora practically ragdollised, spinning off the impact and collapsing on the floor, groaning lightly.