Emma Galbraith vs. Jackpot

Emma grunted as she took a few shots to her face and body, before Jackpot got up off of her. Groaning, she climbed back up into a kneeling position, pausing to shake of some of the cobwebs from her mind.

"Hmmmnnn... I keep that in mind..." Emma replied. Perhaps this girl wasn't going to be as fun to play with as Emma had hoped. Not that it mattered much, as she knew of few good ways of getting people to loosen up. It's not as though she didn't expect things to get rough either.

Undeterred, from her crouching position, she took a dive at Jackpot's long, toned legs, hoping to go for another take down.

Jackpot would return to her fighting stance as Emma was also getting back up. Meanwhile, she would smile and say, "Don't worry, lass. As long yeh don't get on me bad side, we'll still have fun."

When Emma lunged in to try and take her down again, Jackpot attempted to jump out of the way to avoid it. If she can do that, she'll bring her back up and send her to the ropes and bounce off.

If it doesn't work though, the Irish girl will be on the mat again.

As Jackpot nimbly evaded her attack, Emma found herself whipped towards the ropes.  She managed to react in time, spinning around and bouncing off her back, before being sent stumbling right back towards her foe.

Unaccustomed to running moves and rope-work, Emma could only try and throw out a clumsy clothesline attempt, hoping to get lucky.

Jackpot watched as Emma bounced off the ropes that she threw her to, knowing that she had an attack coming for her. She prepared her right arm to throw a hook to knock her out, but she didn't expect her opponent to come back with "something up her own sleeve". When that clumsy clothesline came in, Jackpot would only put her arms up in defense.

The attack would indeed hit her, but it might cause her to try and grab onto to something to keep her from falling. That only thing available could be Emma's shirt and it can lead to both of them falling, unless Emma can get out.

Emma was pleasantly surprised as her haphazard attack actually hit the mark, the impact of it helping her come to a stop.  What was not so much a pleasant surprise was the flailing Jackpot suddenly grabbing her by the bikini top, dragging her down as well.

Her plump, round breasts nearly popping free of her top, Emma fell straight down, landing flat on top of her green-clad opponent.  With their bodies pressed against each other, both of their boobs mashed together, Emma paused for a moment, relishing the intimacy.

"Oh my~  You're quite forward, aren't you?" She teased.

Jackpot tried to keep from falling, but it ultimately failed due to Emma falling with her after pulling her top. She grunted when she landed, but when she looked up, she was quite surprised. Their bodies were pressed against each other, so their chests would be pressed also. When Emma started to tease again, Jackpot was again irritated as she tried to throw a punch across the face as she said, "Focus, Emma!"

If she managed to hit Emma, she would try to take the advantage and push her off before standing up, grabbing Emma's by the head and run before slamming it down on the mat for a running bulldog.

Emma let herself get a little too playful again, paying for it as she was slugged across the face.

"Ugh..." She grunted, as she was shoved off, clumsily staggering back to her feet.

Still reeling from the blow, she rather quickly found herself pulled into Jackpot's follow-up attack, slamming her hard, face-first into the ground. Groaning in pain, and knocked senseless from the impact, Emma just laid there, face-down while she tried to recover.

After that attack, Jackpot would check her top to ensure that everything is still nice and neat. She needs to be more careful to avoid those embarassing moments. As she looked over to Emma who was face down on the mat, she would walk over and say, "And since yah new here, how about we start with a basic hold?"

With that, Jackpot would try to sit on Emma's back so that she is facing her opponent's legs. If she can do that without interruptions, she would grab those legs, put them under her armpits, and pull back for a Boston crab.

"Ahhhhhhh...!" Emma cried out as Jackpot pulled her into a Boston Crab hold, painfully arcing her spine. Having been subjected to some real pain now, Emma quickly realized she was going to start having to take this fight more seriously than she was before.

Not that there was much she could do in her current position, however. Clawing at the mat in pain and frustration, Emma began to squirm her body, hoping to wriggle free of Jackpot's grasp.

As Jackpot continued to stretch out Emma in the hold, she could hear her screaming, which indicated that she's feeling it. She would have ended the match right then and there since she was at an advantage...but Jackpot just isn't that kind of fighter.

After a few more seconds, Jackpot would release Emma's legs and stand up to back away. As she turned to her opponent again, she would say, "Come on, Emma, get up. We still have a match to take care of and I have to show yah more."