Jamie Valentine vs Lucky Uchida

"WHAT?!" Jamie screeched. "WHAT DID I DO?! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! Have you even NOTICED that this blue dufus has LEFT? Shouldn't you disqualify her for not even BEING HERE anymore?"

She huffed, and stomped over to the ropes to look where Lucky had gone off to. She could probably do all kinds of damage outside the ring, if she was creative. Which she was.

Lucky thumped to the ground and groaned. She just wanted to catch her breath and regroup. She knew that would be tough and she definitely knew she was in a dangerous position, even as she heard Jamie scream at the referee. Lucky slowly got to her hands and knees and crawled over to the barricade where she could get a better view of anything Jamie might be up to. She stood up and leaned against it, feeling a few hands against her back and a few voices cheering her own. She had one hand pressed against her chest and she was still breathing heavily. She just tried to keep her focus on Jamie while the referee finally let her go and walked over towards the ropes.

"ONE!" She said, beginning the ring out count. Lucky frowned. Even if she wasn't molested by Jamie, she still wasn't sure if she could be able to hobble back to the apron and roll into the ring.

Jamie was just having too much fun. She ignored the super annoying referee while she stepped through the ropes and carefully hopped down to the floor. Her opponent was being held up by the barricade, and the look on her face, the helplessness where there used to be such confidence and disdain, was awesome. Jamie was the one in control now. It was a feeling she'd only had a few times in her life, and she liked it. A lot.

"Two!"

"Hey, stupid,"Jamie taunted Lucky. "I thought you were supposed to be good at this." She stepped toward her and reached out for her hair, but then quickly yanked her hands back out of Lucky's reach and instead kicked her heel straight into the woman's gut.

Lucky panted as Jamie approached. Her body told her to try and move out of the way as quickly as possible, but her mind told her she needed to milk every last second of rest she was given. She continued to watch Jamie very carefully. Lucky groaned when her hair was briefly yanked, only to suddenly feel a hard foot in her gut. "Ughun!" She groaned loudly and doubled over.

She mustered all her strength to keep hold of the foot as she doubled over. If she had been in better condition, she'd have tried to snap the foot off at the ankle. She still tried, but Jamie had weakened her. All she could do was hope she could apply enough of a lock to hurt the blonde in some way.

"Three!"

"Ah! Quit it! Leggo!"

Jamie hopped on one foot while Lucky manipulated her other one. And it really hurt! She batted at Lucky's head with the sides of her fists and tried to jerk her foot free. "Let go, you stupid abominable snow-retard! Why don't you just lose so you can go back to the north pole and... be... cold." Or something. "THAT HURTS!"

Lucky felt Jamie crash her fists into her head. it already throbbed but the blonde definitely did not know how to throw a fist. That much was obvious. Lucky shifted her weight and kicked out her leg to knock Jamie off balance. She then rolled so the sat upon Jamie's thigh and wrenched back as hard as she could to try and put Jamie into an intense amount of pain, straightening out her leg while twisting the ankle.

"Do you know what your cheating is going to get you?" Lucky growled through the strain.

"FOUR!"

"A double count out... at best." She said. If she was going to lose because she couldn't compete against Jamie's cheating, she was going to make sure the little punk didn't get the satisfaction of a victory either.

Jamie's smile vanished in an instant, and she flailed her arms once before she fell. Then the ice-girl was all over her.

"HYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" She screamed loud enough that fans around the barricade covered their ears. She reached for her ankle but couldn't quite reach it from that angle. She cradled her head in her arms while she thrashed back and forth. She cast one quick look back at the referee, who was watching them both while she counted...

"FIVE!"

Her little taser probably didn't have any juice left, anyway. And Lucky would see it coming, and be able to stop her. And, to top things off, she was in the most unbelievable agony, and it was completely unbearable.

"OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY, I QUIT! I GIVE UP! STOP!" She screamed frantically.

Lucky's eyes lit up when she heard Jamie scream out in agony and pound the mats in submission. She even smirked a little and wrenched the hold even tighter, exhilarated by the thought of how easily she was able to turn the tides on the blonde. She really was no wrestler and Lucky knew it. She just needed Jamie to know it.

"SIX!"

But as the referee continued her count, Lucky rolled off of Jamie and crawled over to the apron, leaning up against it. Even feeling a bit revitalized, she was still fairly exhausted. She looked over at Jamie.

"Look how easy it is!" Lucky said. "For me. If you're smart, you'll stay out of the ring!"

SEVEN!"

Lucky rolled back into the ring, expecting Jamie to lose via count out.

Jamie sat up and rubbed her ankle, her chin tucked down ashamedly, her cheeks flushed. She blinked away the beginnings of tears, and couldn't bring herself to yell back at Lucky when she taunted her, because she knew her voice would only show everyone that she was a pansy.

"Eight!"

She sat on one hip with her legs folded up to the side, since she was wearing a skirt, while she nursed her ankle. It still hurt. She didn't look up at her opponent, and showed no sign of stopping the count.

Lucky was on her knees in the center of the ring. She was panting and she could feel droplets of sweat dripping off her blue hair. One hand rubbed her chest, the skin underneath felt raw and ached. Her head still throbbed too.All she had to do was wait one more second and she could win. It wasn't going to be the most proud win she'd ever had but she'd take it. With the way the girl was practically getting away with murder, she'd take it in a heartbeat.

"NINE!"

A heart beat was all that was left in the match. Lucky's body tensed up afraid that the girl still might have another trick up her sleeve and anxious for the count to reach ten.