Bonnie Gastin Vs. Emily Clarkson (Debut!)

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Win by Pinfall or Submission
10 Second Count for Ring Outs

Spoiler:

Bonnie tightened up the laces on her air-force ones, her white high-top sneakers. A supporter pad being adjusted over her right knee (Just to be safe) that was covered by her skinny blue jeans, which were comfy and made a nice substitute for wrestling tights. She had white tank top on that was tight around her body, a sports bra underneath that. Her arms were exposed, they were visibly toned, a testament to staying off her leg and working out her upper body more. With her brother's improvement in the ring', Bonnie wanted a place too and not be left behind, she felt the need to become physically stronger, though she still kept up on being agile and was not a big powerhouse, she was still quite strong.

Finishing the tap on her wrists Bonnie exited the locker-room. Clyde was by the gorilla position, waiting for her, wearing a brown suit and slacks, golden yellow dress shirt and a brown leather cowboy hat. A VIP pass hanging off his hip. He was a bit antsy here, last thing he wanted to do with was Brittany and Morrigan or Lilly. He had his eyes peeled for Allison, Poison or Jocelyn, but he didn't even know what he'd do if saw them anyway. Secreuty would be on him real quick.

Finally Bonnie appeared. "Ready?" He asked her. "Yeah. Now listen here, brother. Don't start no mess while you're here." Bonnie warned and Clyde rolled his eyes. "If anyone runs in. You know what to do." Clyde nodded and his sister gave his shoulder a firm slap. "Ok!"

And with that... [url=https://https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqO8LpE0GU4:crauf7bw]Shout At The Devil by Motley Crue[/url:crauf7bw] began to blast through the arena to a cheering crowd that stood up as Bonnie stepped onto the stage, raising her fists for the crowd. They knew her and Friction was glad to have her, they wanted to see more of her. Bonnie was going to deliver that. She strolled down the entrance ramp, Clyde following behind her.

She made her way up the steel steps, jumped over the ring ropes and made her way to a where she would raise her fists for the crowd, basking in the reception of the crowd that was happy to see her again. Clyde went around, going a bit in front of the announcer table to grab a steel chair, propping it up in Bonnie's corner and sitting down. The Steel Chair was his best friend.

Bonnie rorated her arms and bounced on her toes for a bit before she leaned back into her corner, waiting for the arrival of the debuting Emily Clarkson.

Spoiler:

Emily sat hunched over on a bench backstage with her sweaty hands jammed deep in the pockets of her black hoodie, her knee bouncing rapidly up and down. She had brought a book with her to read, because that always helped her settle down, but she couldn't focus on it. She had picked it up and put it down a dozen times without reading a word. She tried to keep her breathing long and steady, but she couldn't stop shaking.

What had she got herself into?

Tatyina helped her prepare. That was good. But Emily wasn't stupid, she knew that there was still a massive gap between Bonnie and herself, both in terms of skill and physical ability. She had to be smart, she told herself again and again. She just had to let the idiot lose her own match. She'd find a way to beat her. She knew it. She was as prepared as she was ever going to be.

But when she received her cue and [url=http://youtu.be/rF8khJ7P4Wg:1est42vc]her music began to play[/url:1est42vc], when she took her very first step onto the stage, she knew that she was not even a little prepared for the arena.

The SIZE of it. The people, and the cameras, and all the way down at the bottom of the ramp, in the center of it all, was the ring. And inside that...

Emily wrung her hands while sweat already beaded off her forehead. She tried to remember to breath. Her black hoodie only showed a little of her red spandex shorts, and concealed the matching cropped tank top. Her steps in her black wrestling boots felt uncertain, like she had never learned to walk in them.

She very cautiously walked up the ring steps and slipped through the ropes. She was careful to note where Clyde was, while keeping her attention on Bonnie. She felt like she was about to suffocate. She was going to pass out before the match even began. She couldn't bring herself to look Bonnie in the eye.

After pulling her flame red hair back behind her shoulders, she stood perfectly still and waited for the bell. This was it. She had to make Aunt Sarah proud.

Tatyina had foregone the backstage or ringside accompaniment for a front row seat. She was hidden behind a hoodie, her pale face obscured by shadow as she fidgeted with her taped hands. Only the bright red locks of hair were exposed by her dull gray eyes gazed upon Emily and bonnie. She was calm and quiet on the outside but inside her heart raced at a million miles.

"Fucking Radiohead?"
"Fucking Radiohead?"

Thought the twins. The Song was too good for her!

Anyway, Bonnie found herself watching her opponent come down to the ring, hiding in her hoodie, poor gal. Bonnie sympathized with her, no longer as she was as confident. She didn't have her comfort zone. She was among strangers.

Emily got in the ring and Clyde was the first to greet her by whistling loudly followed by "Ow! Cat calling obnoxiously until Bonnie kicked the ropes to get him to stop. Clyde only got in Bonnie's corner because he expected the same from Tatyina. But she didn't show it seemed. Now all he had to do was sure nobody else tried to interfere. The usual suspects. Now he'd just chill it seemed.

Bonnie greeted Emily with pleasantly enough, smiling at her before waving slightly. "Glad ya made it. Did ya study long and hard?" Bonnie asked.

Emily scrunched up her brow, and for a moment her brilliant blue eyes shot over to Clyde. She immediately blushed, and glued her eyes to the mat while he made a mockery of her. Unable to speak, she silently nodded her head to Bonnie's question, without looking directly at her.

She pulled off her hoodie and tossed it out of the ring, revealing a body that spoke volumes of her age. Her stomach was flat, her chest almost so, her arms and legs slim. She had little body fat, but also little sign of muscle. She couldn't compare to someone like Bonnie, who obviously was in professional athlete shape, and not college student shape. It was extremely intimidating. Still, the sight of her in her tight red shorts and tank top drew a few more stray catcalls from the crowd.

She took a deep breath and figured she should get moving, and try to loosen up. She bounced in place on the balls of her feet and swung her arms forward and back across her body. She needed to focus, and force the black sheet off of her mind. She had watched and rewatched Bonnie's matches. She knew what the girl did, how she liked to wrestle. She had thought of things that she could try to do, but all of it was just hypothetical until she had time for experimentation, and experimenting was not what what she wanted to do in the ring with someone like Bonnie Gastin.

Okay, time to think. How would Aunt Sarah have beaten someone like this when she was Emily's age? Well, maybe she didn't beat people like this at her age... What if she lost all the time back then, and Emily was going to follow in her footsteps?

She had no time to indulge the grim thought, as the sharp clang of the bell sounded through the arena.

"Aww." Clyde felt a little bad as he embarrassed Emily. He only wanted to rile her up and get that snarky spirit out of Emily but clearly she wasn't the same girl they met at the apartment. This was her debut and she no doubt had butterflies in her stomach. He sympathized with her but didn't know anything about his first match. Was too drunk to remember that.

"Cool it with that crap." Bonnie muttered back over her shoulder to her bro who complied despite the temptation when she lost the hoodie. This was Emily's debut, her introduction to wrestling and while this girl idolized her enemy, Bonnie felt it was important for her to set an example as well. She didn't want to take her lightly either, humiliation was not her desire, even if she toatlly planned to run over this rookie. She probably wasn't as technical but she had experience.

The bell rang and Bonnie came charging. "Haaaaaaa!!!" Bonnie cried, hands up as she rushed Emily, expecting that collar elbow tie up, but she hoped to intimidate the rookie as she slammed herself into a firm grapple and maybe if Emily didn't match her momentum, she'd find herself squashed against the corner as Bonnie pressed into her.

Okay. Okay. She was going to come at her, and Emily had to decide what to do. Was she going to-

"AIEE!" She shrieked, and barely got her arms up in time to keep from being completely bowled over by Bonnie. She rapidly backpedaled until her back thudded against the turnbuckle. "Ugh!"

She kicked herself for crying out like that. She had to get a grip. She was already sweaty and breathing hard, and with Bonnie right in her face, stronger, more confident, more dangerous than her, she was terrified... but also, to stand in front of her, in relative safety, thrilled and emboldened her. Maybe... Bonnie was just human, after all.

Emily knew the rules, though, and she knew that Bonnie had to let her go. The ref began the count, and Emily held her hands out to the sides to show that she wasn't holding on. She struggled to plan her next move, but she needed to anticipate Bonnie's, and for all her many hours of homework to prepare none of it seemed to apply. Standing in the ring, it seemed like anything could happen.

Pressing Emily up against the corner as she muscled her back, Bonnie smiled slightly. "Don't be scared." She muttered in a tone that wasn't mocking at all. She hoped to advise her. This girl who she outmuscled, covered in sweat, her hot breathing going against Bonnie's face. Next, The Texas released her hold and turned her back to Emily, her hands reaching back to cup her head and face in a 3/4 facelock. Bonnie then stepped forward and bent low, trying to fling Emily over her shoulder and onto her back for a snapmare!

"I-I'm not..." But the quaver in her voice betrayed her.

She waited, expecting Bonnie to back up and let her back to the middle of the ring, but that didn't happen. She cried out again, a high, girlish squeak, when Bonnie yanked her head down, and then for a moment she was airborne, head over heels. She landed on her butt with a splat.

"Owwwwwww..." She groaned. The landing stung her tailbone and anchored her in place. She reached back with one hand while she arched in pain, her legs splayed out flat on the mat to either side.

Bonnie smirked in front of the girl. Cute, kid. She couldn't be too rough with the rookie but at the same time... She couldn't be too gentle either. So after that snapmare, Bonnie would just rush in front of Emily and dash for the ropes, rebounding off of them and coming right back towards Emily at full speed.

"Haah!!!" Cried the blonde, kicking her feet out to plant her sneakers right into Emily's chest for a low angle dropkick at high velocity.