Emily Clarkson vs Ingrid Ulrich

After what happened last time, Emily was not exactly brimming with confidence.

Her pro wrestling debut had occurred after Bonnie Gastin all but picked a fight with her, and the match's only redeeming quality was that it was brief. Emily had gone down fast and hard, and it was the most humiliating experience of her young life. That was, until the next time when she found herself face to face with The Viper Brittany Luvve. She had fled the arena in terror, rather than face certain death at the vicious, and furious, Viper.

The only thing she had in her favor tonight was that there was no way it could possibly get any worse. She had been training with her friend Tatyina, but also she had met with Morrigan to learn some alternative methods for winning matches. She knew that she had to muster her courage face this match like she planned on winning, but... wishful thinking was never her strong point.

Emily wasn't stupid. She was, in fact, rather gifted, and so she had an acute grasp on the situation in all it's hopelessness. Near-hopelessness.

Her music began to play and her heart hammered against her chest. On cue, she strode out onto the ramp, her flame red hair spilling out from around the hood of her black sweatshirt. Only a hint of her red spandex shorts showed beneath the sweatshirt, and her black wrestling boots were meticulously tightened and knotted.

She walked down the ramp, eyes fixed dispassionately on the ring, without any pomp or flair. She kept her sweaty hands in the pockets of her sweatshirt, so no one could see them trembling, until she climbed the ring steps and slipped into the ring.

At least the crowd hadn't filled in yet that night. They got to go first, so at least very few would see what was bound to be yet another utter humiliation...

No. She had prepared. She wanted this. She needed to face her fears and learn to be her own woman. A strong, forceful woman. One that would make...

The AFW proud.

Ingrid pounded her chest as she waited for the match to begin. Although she had had one official match in AFW, this would be her actual debut inside a ring. She had thought she might have a rather illustrious career in the AFW, but life had seemed to get in the way.

She was older, wiser, and... married. A simple chance meeting had turned her life upside down. She'd even had a kid! But now, a few years later, things had settled down and she had a little more time on her hands. And, there was always the itch. Not to mention the money, but mostly the itch.

With one more look, she hoisted her axe, Gugnir, over her shoulder and waited for her music to start up. As the fanfare blasted in the arena, she threw herself out into it and raised her mighty axe up high. "Yeaaaaaahhhh!" A guttural scream roared from her throat and she charged down the ramp.

Ingrid dove into the ring and hopped up. She began swinging the axe over her head and pounding her chest as she stared down Emily. "Prepared to be torn to pieces by the right arm of Odin!"

Ingrid slapped her axe down against the canvas as she dropped into a crouching position and stared at Emily like she was a rabbit about to be chased by a fox. She then pulled up again and threw her hands in the air and roared again.

She was feeling GOOD!

Ingrid handed over her axe to the referee, giving her a scowl so she didn't just toss it and then she grabbed the roped and tugged on them, growling while she did. Once she was done stretching she pounded her chest some more and turned to face Emily, waiting for the bell.

Emily's racing mind came to a screeching halt the moment the... viking woman appeared at the top of the ramp, accompanied by her ridiculous fanfare.

She stopped fidgeting and stared at Ingrid as she came down to the ring, one eyebrow permanently cocked at her and her... axe. The only thing more ridiculous than her antics was the fact that Emily found herself... intimidated.

But only because she was bigger and older! And didn't seem shy or nervous at all, so she was probably more experienced. Well, she also looked to be really stupid, so Emily just had to... focus.

She remained silent in the face of Ingrid's bravado, and when the bell rang she cautiously crept out toward the middle of the ring. She kept her knees bent and her hands up, and her calculating eyes fixated on the weird girl. She had no idea what to expect, so she wasn't rushing into anything.

Once the bell rang and Ingrid saw that Emily wasn't visibly nervous, she puffed out her chest and lifted up her hand. "You think you can stand against me?!" She said and wrapped her fist against the side of her head in another display of intimidation.

"Yaaaah!"

Ingrid bent her knees and charged at Emily. When she was close, she leaped off the ground and pulled her arms up, clasping them together and swung a double axe handle at Emily's head.

When Ingrid charged, the reality of the match hit Emily like a punch in the gut.

Luckily, though, she was quick enough on her feet to avoid the viking's chopping arms, skipping to the side and delivering a quick, albiet powerless, kick to her ribs before backing away out of range.

She struggled to calm down enough to think. She realized that she was still wearing her sweatshirt, and she unzippered it and hastily shucked it off, tossing it at the corner. Underneath, she wore a shiny red sports bra that matched her shorts, and her physique was, well... trim.

Standing in the ring with Ingrid, she looked small. Child-like. But she was only eighteen, and so that wasn't entirely inaccurate. She shook out her arms and drew a deep breath and hoped that her skinny-fit body had enough to put Ingrid down somehow, just for a three-count.

"Gnh."

Ingrid grunted as she was shoved off balance by the kick but she quickly recovered and spun around. She watched as Emily tore off her hoodie.She responded by pounding her chest. She didn't mind acting like a charging bull because she knew all she had to do was catch the red head once.

"Yaaaaaa!" She charged again and this time aimed a barreling clothesline at Emily's chest.

Emily covered her head and ducked under Ingrid's arm as she scampered off to the side. It wasn't hard to figure out what to expect from this lunatic, but that didn't make it any less terrifying. She could've taken her head clean off!

"Bloody hell..." She muttered breathlessly.

This time, Emily didn't wait for Ingrid to charge at her. She moved forward, wary of the girl's fists, one hand out in front as if to lock up with her, though Emily knew perfectly well how awful an idea that would be.

Ingrid stumbled with the power of her clothesline and stumbled a few steps, catching herself on the rope and flipping around. She still had a bright grin on her face and watched as Emily looked like she wanted a lock up. "Hahaha!" Ingrid barked. She was almost tempted to see if the small girl even had the strength to lock up.

As she approached, she threw herself at Emily and lifted her boot up to try and kick her in the stomach. She'd have plenty of time to see if the girl had any muscles on her body.

Emily's plan to give Ingrid a solid kick to the gut went up in smoke when Ingrid beat her to it. The girl's boot smashed through Emily's belly and folded her in half. She dropped so quickly that her forehead hit the mat as she fell to her knees.

"UNGH!"

She could do nothing but clutch her stomach with her arms and wretch. She was paralyzed by the overwhelming pain, and a shot of panic ran through her. She had never been hit so hard. What if the kick had done internal damage?

With Emily bent over and on her knees, Ingrid could finally try the axe handle the red head. The Viking raised her arms in the air and clasped her fingers together. She jumped in the air and dropped to one knee, looking to drive her fists into Emily's back.