Emma Galbraith vs. Jackpot

Sitting in the locker room, Emma shivered with anticipation for what would be her debut match here at the AFW. She had not been here long, and was pretty far from used to the environment still, but that mattered little here and now. Dressed in a stylish, yet quite revealing white bikini, she began to go through some quick stretches, while mentally preparing herself. Outside of numerous drunken scuffles and sparring at the dojo, this was probably Emma's first real fight. While she was a bit nervous, her opponent was another gorgeous red-head, one of Emma's favorite types she liked to go after, so at the same time she was quite excited.

"Mmmmm... I hope she'll be a good sport..." Emma giggled to herself, starting to imagine some of the mischievous things she wanted to do to her opponent. If things here were even only half as fun as she had heard, it was still going to be miles above her old, boring life.

Finally, the signal was given, and Emma quickly made her way out of the locker room and out on to the arena floor. Emerging with some generic, yet highly upbeat pop music, Emma stood at the top of the ramp and struck a seductive pose, showing off her slender, but well-toned body for the audience. With a girlish grin, she reveled in all of the cheers and catcalls, as she slowly began to strut her way down to the ring. Climbing up into her corner, she lounged against the turnbuckle post, arms out to her sides grabbing the top ropes, relaxing a bit as she awaited her sexy opponent.

Her opponent would watch Emma enter into the arena and she had to admit, she looked stunning. She could see that she is new as she though to herself, "Ay, I know what that's like. If she's going to succeed here, she's going to need some allies."

Suddenly, there came three green lights at the beginning of the walkway: one left, the second right, and the last one at the entrance where a shadow of a female stood as in a folk dance position. The song, "Foggy Dew" by The Young Dubliners, started to play and the girl started stomping her foot on the floor in beat on the first half of the first verse. On the second half, she would start walking forward while keeping her stomps in tempo with the beat, and as soon as the music stops for a moment, the green spotlight would shine on a red-headed girl wearing a leprechaun's outfit and tipping her hat. With a wink, the drum started to roll and the music began again so she can start Irish stepping.

She was quite fast and on point in her steps and many who saw her was amazed. She would do a couple of flips in her dancing and she was able to keep on point to keep the onlookers pumped up. As soon as it was getting close to the end, she would get close, jump in front of the ropes, and use only her feet to quickly climb up and do one more back flip into the ring. As soon as the last note was strung, a flash of green lights showed around the stadium as the girl spun in a few circles before doing her ending pose of tipping her hat once more.

The leprechaun then looked up and smiled as she said, "Hello there, lass. I'm Jackpot, soon to be the best Irish fighter here!" She would playfully spin her way to Emma and offered a hand in greeting and good sportsmanship. "Ye must be new here, ay? What is yeh name?"

(BTW, what kind of boots is Emma wearing for this?)

Emma watched with awe at Jackpot's impressive entrance performance. Clearly, the girl had quite the flair for theatrics, and was incredibly acrobatic to boot. Once she had completed, Emma found herself joining in with some respectful applause for her opponent.

As Jackpot made her fanciful approach, Emma decided to take her first good look at her. She was probably even more beautiful than her picture had suggested, and her attire, while somewhat cheesy to Emma, still was quite cute on her. She could feel herself get even more riled up, eager to get to know this girl on a more... physical level.

"Now this is one Jackpot I would love to hit..." Emma thought bemusedly, keeping the goofy one-liner to herself, for now at least. Giving a friendly, yet slightly coy smile, she took Jackpot's hand.

"I'm Emma. Nice to meet you, Miss Jackpot. And yes, I this is my first fight here. I was a bit nervous, but seeing as I get to meet such a friendly and beautiful leprechaun like yourself here, maybe it's my lucky day." She giggled playfully.

Jackpot giggled herself in seeing that Emma is quite the friendly and funny type. During the handshake, she would say, "Well, thanks so much. Be careful with me though; before yeh know it, I'll make yeh see rainbows."

With another chuckle, she would go to her corner and start stretching out for the match. She had to be sure that she was flexible enough to pull off some of her tougher maneuvers. And as soon as the bell rings, the Irish girl would return to the center of the ring and confront Emma.

As Jackpot left to return to her corner, Emma started up some light stretches, hoping to stay limber. As she prepared, she would sneak over subtle glances to the opposite corner, admiring her opponent's body from afar. Despite Jackpot seeming to be quite an athletic type, she certainly still had some very nice curves on her.

As the bell rang, signaling the match to start, Emma would follow suit and approach the middle of the ring, facing off against her fellow red-head. Based on Jackpot's earlier acrobatics, Emma knew she probably couldn't keep up in a straight up brawl, however that really wasn't her style anyway.

"It's my first time, so please try to be gentle with me..." Emma smiled coyly, before suddenly lunging at Jackpot, aiming to tackle her and take this fight to the ground.

Based on what Jackpot read about her opponent, Emma was pretty standard and straightforward in her approach to fighting. It doesn't surprise her as such, but she respects simplicity and she might learn something new from this new girl. When Emma requested to be handled gently, Jackpot would say, "Oh, you have my-OOF!!"

But the Irish girl got caught off guard when she got tackled to the mat. That was quite a sneaky move, but Jackpot didn't mind for two can play at that game (later on). She would simply try to block whatever attack Emma will throw and she might take a few hits herself.

Her take down successful, Emma moved fast, straddling Jackpot's stomach, hoping to keep her down. The Irish girl threw her arms up, likely trying to block any follow up attack, however Emma had something a little different in mind. The fight had just barely started, but with the chance here laid out before her, Emma could not resist reaching down, grabbing a handful of one of Jackpot's round, soft breasts, and giving it a firm squeeze.

"Mmmmm~ Not bad..." Emma giggled, a bit seductively this time. Hoping her little grope would be sufficiently distracting, Emma shifted her body to the side, trying to slip her legs around Jackpot's midsection and trap her in a body scissors.

Jackpot had her arms raised in the expectation of Emma throwing down some punches, but she didn't expect her to do something out of the ordinary. Her cheeks would turn red as she felt that hand on one side of her chest and she shouted, "OY! Stop that!"

The Irish girl flailed and attempted to roll to get on top of Emma before she can scissor her body with her legs. If she can do so, she would start throwing some punches of her own on Emma.

While her boob grab seemed to have the intended effect, Jackpot proved to be a bit livelier than Emma anticipated. She rather easily maneuvered her way out of Emma's grasp, quickly reversing their positions.

Now trapped beneath her foe, Emma instinctively threw her arms up, trying to protect her face, as Jackpot began to rain down punches on her.

Now that Jackpot is on top, she proceeded to punching down Emma wherever she can hit. Though she liked to have fun every once and while, something such as that breast grab would tick her off and make her go on a rampage. In this case, that's what happened.

Jackpot had to ask least try to get a few hits to the face before getting off. In the meantime, she would say, "One wee little tip from me: I am Irish, so don't be surprised when I suddenly get in a rage."