Jamie Valentine vs Maricarmen Juarez

Being released from the somewhat clumsy ankle lock was the best feeling in the world, and Jamie pushed herself up to a seated position and pulled her foot in against her butt to run some pain out of her ankle. She watched Maricarmen walk off and take up a perch on the ropes, and she swallowed hard. She didn't want to know what it felt like to be hit from up there.

She stood up and sheepishly walked a little closer to the turnbuckle. She stopped, then inched a little closer. "Come down from there!" She pleaded. "Or... are you afraid?" She said with no confidence at all, her voice childlike and quavering.

Maricarmen kept a keen eye on Jamie from her seat, giving the young punk a rather up close view of her ass, which she realized after a moment and suddenly drooped into a crouch, blushing. As Jamie crouched forward, Maricarmen sprung off the rope and hoped to flip herself in a way that her knees would crash into Jamie's head, roughly. Maybe it was a little too fancy but it wasn't the riskiest move she could take so she felt confident in unleashing it.

Jamie froze when Maricarmen adjusted herself on her perch. Then the moment it looked like she started to jump, Jamie screamed and ran full tilt all the way to the opposite corner of the ring. She grabbed onto the top ropes and pointed at Maricarmen. "I'm on the ropes, keep her back!" She shouted at the ref, although her opponent was nowhere near her.

She took a deep breath. This wasn't going to get her anywhere, and the crowd certainly didn't appreciate it, judging by the shower of boos. She had to get it together and figure out a way to put Maricarmen down and keep her there. She had some time to think about it, a few seconds at least, and while she did the fear and inexperience on her face melted away and her intense brown eyes once again showed through. She pushed her bangs back and pulled the bandana off her head, letting more blond hair spill onto her back.

Maricarmen sailed through the air and bounced off the mat when she hit nothing. She bounced forward, winced a bit and hopped to her feet, spinning around to catch the small cloud of dust that Jamie seemed to stir up with the speed of her retreat. Maricarmen clenched her fists and glared at Jamie. She didn't even waste the movement to chase after her and instead smoldered quietly for a few moments.

"Why are you even here!?" Maricarmen demanded finally. "You aren't taking this seriously! You aren't very good and you don't seem to even care! Y-you're insulting the sport and me by continuing this!" She would be heard. She didn't want to pound Jamie's face in, no matter how stupid it was. But she couldn't just sit here and continue on with someone who wasn't even trying.

Jamie threw her bandana down and straightened her spats and pulled her fingerless gloves tight over her knuckles. She raised a finger to her lips. "Shhh!" She glared at Maricarmen. All she did was talk, talk, talk.

She strolled easily out of the corner and stopped about ten feet away from Maricarmen. "You seem upset." She said, surprising herself with how calm and confident her voice sounded. She spread her feet and bent her knees, tucked the back of one hand against the small of her back and extended the other out in front of her. With her fingers she beckoned to Maricarmen.

Most of her inspiration for fight related antics came from movies. This was her homage to Neo.

Maricarmen watched with an uninterested scowl on her cute features. She crossed her arms under her chest as Jamie seemed to continue to fool around. She rolled her eyes at Jammie's homage and dropped her fists down quickly to her sides and clenched them.

"You're still doing it!" She growled out angrily and ran out towards Jamie, pulling her foot up and pushing off her planted foot to send her flying foot at Jamie's chest. "Stop fooling around!"

Jamie waited for Maricarmen's charge. She could tell the girl was getting angry, she'd been getting angry, and it wasn't quite so frightening to her anymore. She felt like a bullfighter, and Maricarmen wasn't a horrifying opponent anymore, she was just an animal. She was a dope. She could deal with that.

Maricarmen threw her kick and Jamie stepped to the side, gracefully turning the kick to the side a little with her lead hand. She dropped down to one knee and as Maricarmen's leg sailed past, she threw a hard uppercut up into the very worst part of her girl-parts, as though she'd practiced it a million times. She hadn't though. She really hadn't.

Maricarmen's eyes widened as Jamie stepped out of the way. Her legs, and seemingly her body, seemed to hang in the air for a moment as she skidded past Jame. Her head turned and she saw the fist coming up. Her mouth formed into an O and her gasp seemed tio start before the pain hit her.

Se thought she was prepared but the pain was worse. He knee gave and she fell into a heap on the canvas, her hands instantly retreating to try and somehow rub away the pain from her injured womanhood. "Ah... ah...' She whimpered, unable to properly express her anguish. She didn't look towards Jamie. No, the girl was ten times worse than what Maricarmen believed her to be. A dirty cheater who couldn't wrestle her way out of a wet paper bag. Maricarmen instead looked to the ref. Why wasn't she calling the fight and ringing the bell? Why wasn't she at least scolding Jamie? Maricarmen couldn't understand and not just because the throbbing pain in her groin.

"Oh, hey sorry, I didn't mean to..." Jamie said, sounding apologetic without looking the least bit sorry. The ref came over and began chewing her out and threatening to disqualify her, which was incredibly annoying. She made a yapping motion with her hand and said "It was an accident! Leave me alone, it won't happen again, okay?"

Truthfully, she wasn't sure how she was able to dodge the kick, much less hit Maricarmen so accurately... and cruelly, but she was glad she did. It felt pretty good to see her down like that. The way she was balled up on the mat practically begged for her foot, so Jamie had to give it to her. She backed up a few steps before dashing forward and throwing a hard soccer kick into her side.

"You're not even taking this serious." She said with a mocking, sing-sing tone.

Maricarmen rolled onto her knees, her face pressing into the mat and her butt pushing up into the air as she continued to rub her wounded womanhood. She barely heard what Jamie was spewing. She couldn't even think to be angry at her, she just wanted the pain to go away. Slowly it began to fade as she pulled one hand out from between her legs and pushed herself up off the mat.

Maricarmen turned just in time to see Jamie swinging her foot up at her. Another horrified look just in time to feel the sting in her ribs that sent her rolling across the ting.

"Gyaaah!" This time she cried out and tears balled up at the edge of her eyes. She panted and gasped as she clutched her side, the only good thing about it was the respite it gave her from the pain between her legs.