Emily Clarkson vs Maricarmen Juarez

Is it that obvious? Emily thought with every ounce of bitterness and sarcasm that her inner monologue could muster.

She stood her ground and watched Maricarmen approach. She planned on jumping out of the corner and pushing the speedy girl back when she tried to come in at her, like she did against the last girl, but she hadn't counted on the Maricarmen being airborne at the time.

"Ouffff!"

Maricarmen's assets made their impression on Emily's stomach, and the Brit doubled over, holding onto the top rope and sitting on the middle turnbuckle to keep from crumpling all the way down. Having her guts rearranged was just an awful feeling.

"Please keep your ass to yourself," she said dryly, between panting breaths. It didn't make a ton of sense, but she needed to say something back, unwilling to concede the battle of wits and get her ass kicked.

"I'm not some freak!"

Maricarmen blurted out the words much to her own surprise, her cheeks reddening as she thought back to one of her first days in the league when some horrid blonde vixen tortured her.

Feeling a sudden flash inside her, the Latina roughly grabbed at Emily's hair and jumped backwards, hoping to face plant the neophyte.

"Uh..."

Emily was confused by the sudden outburst. This girl was a loony.

Her hands flew up to her red hair for a moment as she was yanked out of the corner, and then down she went, face-first into the mat with a smack and a little bounce.

"Agh!" She cried out, and then remained on her stomach as she slowly reached a hand up to cover her face, groaning in pain.

Maricarmen hopped back up to her feet after slamming Emily to the ground. She was feeling pretty confident and thought she could finish the red head off with one more good move.

The Latina roughly kicked Emily onto her back and took two steps to hop onto the middle rope. When her boots hit, she rebounded and twisted, trying to splash the lithe red head.

"Ughhh..."

Emily groaned and began groggily pushing herself up onto all fours. She hardly had lifted up off the mat before Maricarmen squashed her flat again.

"GUHH!" She grunted and coughed, the wind knocked out of her, and squirmed beneath the high flying Mexican girl. She felt like she could hardly move!

Once the splash hit, Maricarmen took only a moment to adjust her position on top of Emily. She then reached to hook the red head's leg and roll her up into a pin.

"ONE!"

"Nnngh..."

Emily groaned as the ref checked her shoulders and began the count. How pathetic it was to be pinned already.

"One!"

Or at least, how pathetic it would have been were she not immediately next to the ropes. She picked her leg up and flopped it against the bottom rope, and the referee pointed to her ankle and held up one finger.

Not even a two-count.

The referee was quickly waving off Maricarmen and and pointing to Emily's foot on the rope. The Latina balked and turned her head. She hadn't realized how close she was to the ropes when she made the pin. A rookie mistake!

"Rrrgh!"

Maricarmen rolled off of Emily and yanked on her hair and viciously dragged her away from the ropes and then flopped back onto her and sloppily pinned her again.

"ONE!"

"AIE!" Emily yelped in pain and reached both hands up to her head, he legs kicking against the mat as she was dragged back before being knocked back down.

She wasted no time in kicking out of the haphazard pin attempt, easily pulling one shoulder up off the mat. Again, the referee help up one finger.

"One!"

Maricarmen rolled away and pounded the mat. She turned and looked at Emily and hopped up to her feet. Taking a deep breath, Maricarmen took a few steps backwards and then ran at Emily, aiming a soccer style kick as hard as she could at the red head's ribs.