Bullet Ant vs Jamie Valentine

Jamie watched the ropes quickly getting closer and knew it was only a matter of time before the ref would start yelling at her. She flopped onto her back and tucked Bullet Ant's heel under her arm, wrapped her arms around her knee and her legs around her upper leg, and pulled, trying to force the knee to bend the wrong way any way she could. She hoped that being on the mat would help anchor Ant and make it harder for her to drag her, and rather than applying smooth pressure she repeatedly jerked at her knee to make things as painful as possible for her.

"Die! Die! Die!" She screamed with every pump of Bullet Ant's knee. "How's your leg, retard? Why don't you quit it? Does it huurrt? Are you gonna cryyyyy?" She taunted relentlessly, forgetting all about being afraid of her opponent in her moment on top.

"GAAH! LET GO YOU PSYCHO!" Bullet Ant screamed back as Jamie went dead weight on her leg, twisting it as much as she could, trying to use her spare leg as she reached out, her fingers just reaching the bottom rope. Thank god for long skinny arms she thought as she yelled "BREAK!" Trying get the ref to do something while she could still potentially stand.

The ref quickly stepped in and instructed Jamie to release her hold. Of course, she didn't, so she began the count.

"One! Two! Three!"

"Shut up! I'm trying to do something shutupshutupshutupALRIIIGHT! Jeez." Jamie wrenched on Bullet Ant's leg all the way up until the ref reached a count of four, at which point she quickly let go and showed the ref her hands. The ref yammered on about something with threatening to disqualify Jamie, but she didn't listen.

She got to her feet and threw a bitter stomp down at the side of Ant's hurt knee, and the ref yelled at her again to back off and let her get off the ropes.

"You sissy. Way to go for the ropes like a sissy. Anyone who uses the ropes is a total sissy. You suck."

Bullet Ant winced and cringed as Jamie used most of the count to keep doing more damage before yelping out at the cruel stomp.

"Think your so tough... at least I didn't flinch away when it looked like you might actually be competent." She growled, trying to pull her self up with the ropesand hang back for a while, get some feeling back in her leg.

"Oh, yeah, them's fightin' words. Hey, look what I can do!" Jamie taunted and began hopping from foot to foot. "Now you try."

Jamie was brimming with confidence. With her opponent hurt and on the ropes, her mind was filled with different ways to hurt her. She had a goal, and that was to make sure Bullet Ant left on a stretcher.

She ran the couple steps at her opponent and wound up to soccer kick her in the shin with the toe of her remaining shoe.

Bullet scowled at Jamie's teasing, give someone like her the upper hand and boy would you never hear the end of it. But she was in a bad situation. All her opponent's cowardliness was gone and now the masked grappler was temporarily a leg down to boot. Still as Jamie came charging in she thought of something.

Leaning back over the top rope to support her weight she would send her good leg up to kick the menace square in the jaw mid-charge. It didn't have to knock her out or down, just give her some more breathing room.

Bullet Ant's foot caught Jamie square in the face, and she never saw it coming. She train wrecked into it and folded over backwards, drawing a collective "ohhh" from the crowd, and her head hit the mat hard enough to bounce. She ended up on her back with her knees bent and her legs folded under her, staring blankly up at the lights.

"Unnnnh..." She groaned, and slowly rolled onto her side, bringing a hand to her face, which was getting pretty sore. Her head ached, and her neck was all tweaked out, and to make matters worse the room was spinning and she wasn't sure, but she was pretty sure she was wrestling a beautiful butterfly.

Unconsciously, she reached down to tug her skirt back down over her thighs. Her subconscious mind was a lady even when if rest of her wasn't.

Bullet Ant smirked under her mask as Jamie's head snapped back, even if she stayed in the ropes. That kick did a lot more than she was expecting it to and allowed her to try and work out the pain in her knee while Valentine laid dazed on the mat. "Heh... can you do that?" she said with a smirk, before hopping over to where she lay, going for a quick cover.

"Wha..."

The next thing Jamie knew there was a zebra-striped chick next to her slapping the mat and shouting "One! Two!" It seemed important...

"Oh jeez!" Jamie kicked her legs and managed to flop onto her side just in time to avoid the three-count. Stupid Bullet Ant. She grabbed for one of her antennae and yanked on it while slapping her forearm against Bullet Ant's face.

"Awww..." Bullet Ant groaned after Jamie kicked out, she didn't fully think she was going to get the win off of that kicked... but the less time she spent with Jamie the better. Because she might do something like this "He-GAH!" She yelped as her mask was grasped and her face smashed in by a forearm.

"Screw, gah, you!" the masked luchadora shouted, as she tried to fire a forearm shot back, the two brawling on the ground.