James Wright vs. Madonna

James scrambled up as quickly as he could. The ankle lock had done a number on him, as had the other nine tenths of the match. At least his opponent was on her heels now, metaphorically but not literally, and the purple haired man as ready for action once more. He was beginning to feel his second wind now as the crowd propelled him forward.

It was his first match and he wanted to win, dammit. He took two steps forward to build a little momentum and then slid low, trying to get a baseball slide to put Madonna on the mat.

Madonna looked back to her opponent and just saw how he slide towards her. She had no time to react and James took her of her feet. She felt hard forward onto the mat, like a felled tree on the mat. Again she landed face first. Slowly she begin be become angry about all the hits in her face.

His move was a real home run and James emerged on the other end with an easy smile on his face. The slide was aided by his sweat which greased the wheels. He stood up, filled with pomp and circumstance and took a few steps back. He wasn't scared of Madonna, especially not now that she was laying on the mat.

No, he just wanted space. He launched forward and did a handspring. He aimed to bring down most of his body weight on his downed opponent with all the torque he could muster.

Madonna was slowly coming back up. She started to really hate that little jerk. He just got on her nerves. And when somebody got on her nerves he would learn it the hard way.

When she was the half way up the boy just landed on her back and smashed her back down on the mat. He landed on her back with most of his weight, so she was pressed on the mat. It really hit her back hard. She was laying on the ground moaning.

Those were fun. His opponent's awful attitude threatened to ruin his evening and debut, but James was the better wrestler. Her anger didn't change his laid back attitude, not one bit. The crowd enjoyed the little show he put on and he gave them a wave as he jumped up.

That ought to do it. He thought. She should be done by now.

James flipped her over and got her on her shoulders. He hooked her leg and the tiny ref girl moseyed on over.

ONE!

She counted.

Two!

It hit Madonna like a litghtning. She came back to life and with he left strength she lifted up one of her shoulders from the mat so the ref had to break up the count. Then Madonna would try to pull down James down with her legs and roll her up for a pin herside.

James was grinning like he got away with stealing something. His debut didn't go as smoothly as he would have liked it to go, but it was a fairly easy win all things considered. Madonna was strong, but all those muscles were for show apparently. The lean James was cruising now, and the ref girl's hand was up and on its way down for a three count.

Then the whole world shook. Madonna not only escaped his pin attempt but put him into a pin. The purple haired boy had no idea how to react at first.

ONE!

The ace then kicked up and out of the pin attempt and rolled away. He stood up.

"Almost had me there."

Madonna looked after her opponent when he rolled away after his kick out. Madonna smiled at him while she was standing up slowly. “I don´t think I almost got you… I think I need to beat you up a bit more before I can pin you the next time, and don´t worry… I will not go any more easy on you!” Madonna took a few moment to catch her breath, whiling holding on to the ropes of the ring.

Madonna was catching her breath. James wasn't sure she could blame her for wanting some respite from the action, and for a split second let her breathe. He needed to cool off too- the usually cool James was having the steam rise on him, and he wasn't going to tolerate that. With one big breath in and out, he spoke up again. "I wasn't asking you to."

James charged forward. The match had gone on for a long time and he wanted to begin to reserve his strength. Instead of going for a kick, he planted his feet and leveled a punch towards Madonna, a hard straight right.

James was coming her way really fast but Madonna had more than enough time to react. Her opponent attacked her in a bad position but she knows how to get out of it. When James was about to strike her she bowed throw under the punch. With one Hand still holding on to the ropes, she tried got get her other arm between his legs and lift him up so he would fly over the top rope. She hoped that the boy would land on the hart floor outside the ring.

After she send him flying she turned around and looked out of the ring with a smile on her face. She wanted to see where he had landed.