Emily Clarkson vs Danika Gorski

Third time's a charm.

That was if you didn't count Emily's second match, the one that never actually happened. The one that saw Emily running for her life before she even laid a finger on her opponent, who on that day was former Entropy champion, former Hardcore champion, Brittany Luvve.

Her opponent tonight was no former champion though. She was winless as well, just as much as Emily. Meanwhile, since her last match Emily had started lifting weights and doing her best to learn about how to get stronger, though she had yet to find the confidence to go to the AFW gym. Staying away from that den of vipers was probably smart...

But today, in the ring, she maybe had a shot.

Her music announced her arrival to the indifferent crowd, and sent butterflies writhing around her stomach and into her chest. Again, Emily's match was the opener for the night's show, and she was glad for that. The crowd was markedly smaller than what she always saw on TV.

She wore her usual red, slightly shiny, sports bra and matching spandex shorts with black wrestling boots and a black hoodie over the lot, and she hid her sapphire eyes and flame red hair under her sweatshirt's hood. She crept down the ramp with her hands in the pocket of her hoodie, with only furtive glances at the nearby fans.

As she climbed into the ring, her face was humorless and dispassionate, but she could not hide the grim apprehension she felt in her gut. Her career to date had done anything but inspire confidence, but if nothing else she had to try.

Danika had never heard of the woman she faced before.  She figured that was a good thing, an unknown who had yet to make a name for herself.  Similar to Danika.  She had hopes of coming in and destroying people, but her cockiness had since disappeared to some degree.  She was still confident she would win tonight however.  Danika had her black boots laced up and on, going all the way up to her knees.  She had a black miniskirt, red tanktop and her hair was dyed pink on this night.  

Danika made her way to the ring walking forward with her hands on her hips, eyes locked on her opponent.  The fans giving her some obligatory applause, along with some booing from people who had seen her previous fights.  They were obviously less than impressed with her showings against the likes of River Styx, Misaki Toyoda and Jessica Wright.

Danika jumped up onto the apron from the floor, and then grabbed the ropes before jumping over them in turn.  She eyed this Emily woman and sneered.  "Hmph.  You made it to the roster?  Friction seems to be lowering their standards, yes?" She said as she glared across the ring.

Emily swallowed hard when her opponent stepped into view. When the pink-haired girl stepped into the ring, Emily could see that she wasn't much older, or bigger, than her, but she was miles ahead in other ways. Danika didn't look scared to death, of being in the arena or of Emily. Danika looked strong and athletic and tough. Emily... just looked like a girl.

Still, Emily returned with a flat stare and a verbal jab.

"Apparently," she said. Though she was sure the subtlety would be lost on someone as apparently stupid as this foreign girl.

She glanced around, and realized there was nothing else to do, and so she pulled off her black hoodie and stood in only her ring gear. There were a few scattered hoots from the crowd at her adolescent body, and she ignored them. She certainly didn't appreciate them.

She tried to steel her nerves for the task ahead and to get her mind to slow down enough to hold a coherent thought, but the bell rang too quickly.

Ding!

Danika laughed at Emily's remark. This one had humor. Danika grinned as she thought of how satisfying it would be to kick and wrench that humor right out of the young girl. Danika could smell victory as assuredly as she could sense Emily's fear. Tonight, the opening match was to belong to Danika Gorski. She would make sure of that.

As the bell rang Danika rushed forward and didn't waste any time before pivoting and swinging her leg around, aiming a swift kick right at Emily's oblique! "You will regret ever stepping in the ring with me you scrawny little whelp!" Danika shouted as she swung her leg at her opponent!

Emily tried to assume her stance, like a kickboxing stance, as if she were not scared out of her wits, but she nearly fell to pieces when Danika charged at her.

She managed to get her arm down for an awkward block, though the kick hurt almost as much there, before skipping back from her opponent with her hands up. This she could do. It was just like sparring with Tatyina. She was okay here.

Danika groaned as Emily jumped back, having blocked her kick! This girl was as speedy as Danika was, but no matter. "Stop running you little pain in the ass!" Danika shouted as she gave chase, trying to close the gap between herself and Emily.

Danika wanted to get close and duck down at the last minute, sweeping her leg in an attempt to catch Emily across the back of both knees! If she could get Emily on the ground, Danika had a number of ways to try to put a hurting on this girl. An evil grin spread across her face as Danika began to think of the ways she could stomp Emily out or maybe even apply a good hold or two....

Emily kept her hands up, waiting for another kick, or... something. When one came it was from an unexpected angle, and it smacked the back of Emily's leg and wobbled her, and she willingly dropped down to her hands and knees rather than try to right herself again. She scrambled away again, crawling this time toward the corner before jumping up into it, leaning back against it and looking toward Danika with big eyes.

Danika swept Emily and saw the girl crawling away to the corner. Danika stalked over, sneering the whole time. "I am the cat, you are the mouse yes?" She said as she confidently strode over. Danika was always cocky and it showed here. She had no fear of this woman even lifting a finger against her.

Danika wanted to try to plant a swift toe-kick into Emily's mid-section before grabbing her by the hair and tossing the girl to the center of the ring. Danika began to chuckle at how pathetic this woman was as she planted her foot ready to kick!

"Maybe I'm a mouse, but you're an idiot," Emily retorted. Tough talk for someone so obviously petrified of her opponent.

Danika looked toward her, Emily with her back in the corner, feeling like a trapped rat. Suddenly, just as Danika went to smash her intestines into goop with her next kick, Emily sprang out of the corner and barreled into danika with a two handed shove. It wasn't elegant, but the simplest solution...

For a split second, Emily was as stunned as anyone else, but then her wits returned and she snapped a quick roundhouse kick at Danika's ribs. She felt a bit like she was chopping at a tree with a kitchen knife.

Danika's cocky grin was wiped off her face by the sudden shove given by Emily! She looked completely confused, as if some obscure aspect of theoretical physics was thrown at her and her mind wasn't able to comprehend a thing.

The following kick was even more unforseen! Danika fell back onto the mat, clutching her ribs in pain. That little bitch could pack more of a punch than Danika had ever anticipated! She got back to her feet, much more wary than before. There was no way this match could go the way of the rest....