Emily Clarkson vs Ingrid Ulrich

Emily had only just put one hand down to push herself up when Ingrid's arms came crashing down.

"Aagh!"

She faceplanted on the mat again, this time arching her back in pain. She grimaced and squeezed her eyes shut, one hand reaching for the spot between her shoulder blades, and though she couldn't get up she rolled over onto her back. She wanted to at least see what was coming next.

Ingrid beamed at her work, standing back up and pounding her chest. "By Thor, had enough already!? Haha!" She taunted.

Ingrid lifted up her foot and jammed it down towards Emily's chest to try and pin her to the canvas. She was sad that it seemed like it was already over, but if Emily laid down, what was she going to do?

"Oof!"

Emily put a hand over her mouth to keep from making pathetic noises. Ingrid's foot on her chest felt like the last nail in the coffin of what were apparently her ridiculous dreams.

"One!" The ref counted next to her.

Emily closed her eyes. She wanted to go home and forget about wrestling and bury herself in things she was good at, like school, and never set foot in a wrestling ring again!

"Two!"

To even her own surprise, Emily bridged up and turned onto her side, slapping Ingrid's leg off of her. That was all she managed to do, but it was a small victory.

Ingrid smugly put her weight on Emily while the referee counted. It was about the easiest fight she could have, she thought. That was until Emily bridged and broke the count.

"No through, yet? Good!" Ingrid barked.

She threw out her foot to kick Emily fully onto her belly and then bent down to wrap her arms around the red head and heave her up off the ground, turn her and drop her back first onto the viking's knee.

Emily grunted and flopped onto her stomach, and tried to crawl away before Ingrid caught her and lifted her up. She kicked her legs once in the air before she came back down for a spine-crushing landing on her knee.

"AAAGH!" She screamed. She moaned in pain. She couldn't even move, and only laid there draped over Ingrid's knee like a human sacrifice.

From the stands, it looked as though a grown woman, and a real fighter, was rag-dolling a child around the ring, and it wasn't far from the truth.

With Emily bent over her knee, Ingrid pulled up her arms and linked her fingers together. She once more brought her fists crashing towards Emily, this time aimed at her stomach. She had a twinkle in her eye, though her brow was furrowed and her lips pursed in seriousness.

Ingrid was quite glad she decided to return to the AFW.

"HNNNNNGG!"

Emily spasmed and her legs kicked up in the air before she fell off of Ingrid's knee and flopped on the mat. She curled up in the fetal position, her mouth gaping while she gasped for air, and laid there helplessly coughing and wretching.

"Nn...Hnn..." She couldn't speak, but she waved one hand back and forth, shaking her head, and then tapped the mat repeatedly.

Ingrid stood up, about to slam Emily some more when the girl began slapping the mat. Normally that was a sign of submission, but Ingrid wasn't even touching her.

She blinked and looked at the ref. She then looked down at Emily. "You... Have had enough?" She asked. Ingrid pushed the toe of her boot into Emily's chest and shoved her, flattening her on back. It wasn't a kick or something meant to be painful, but it was rough and the Viking leaned into it, pressing her weight down on the girl as she waited for verbal confirmation from the rookie.

Being rolled onto her back brought a wave of humiliation and shame for Emily, both from being handled however Ingrid liked, and from having her failure exposed to her and the cameras and the crowd. She wanted to cry, but she didn't.

She opened her eyes and stared up at the viking woman, the warrior with her fake axe and her stupid music and costume shop outfit, and she hated her. She hated everything about her, most of all the fact that she was a successful wrestler and Emily was still a massive failure.

Her intelligent eyes stayed focused on Ingrid, but she stubbornly said nothing.

"Oh? Still want some more?"

Ingrid looked down at Emily as their eyes met. She seemed to be having a bit of a change of heart and the referee had not yet signaled for the bell. Ingrid thought that meant she could continue until Emily gave a better signal of her surrender.

Ingrid lifted up her boot, this time trying to forcefully drive her heel into Emily's chest.