Zoey Hamilton vs Emily Anderson

Zoey would smile down at Emily as she watched the woman rolling on the mat, the bluenette feeling pretty good about herself as her opponent seemed to be in a fairly large amount of pain. " Don't worry little one, It'll all be over soon I don't like kicking your ass any more than you like it " Zoey would boast, talking slower than usual and having a condescending tone to her voice as she walked behind Emily and tried to pick the woman up by her hair into a standing position. Zoey clearly lying earlier as she attempted to cause more pain for her opponent while still wearing her confident smile.

Once Zoey had her opponent where she wanted her Zoey would quickly turn her opponent around and wrap her both her arms around her head before then turning around herself. Zoey attempting to have her opponent facing her back before putting all of her strength into using her arms to launch Emily over her body and onto her back in front of Zoey. Zoey falling to the mat herself as she tried to use her strength and the momentum of the fall to do her variation of a snap-mare that left her opponent with their back on the mat rather than in a seated position.

Oh, she was a bad liar. Emily knew that, through she didn't have much of a chance to object before Zoey picked her up by her black hair and beginning positions her for a snap mare.

Grunting as she landed, Emily kicked the mat a few times, holding her head. She groaned.

Zoey would grin as she drove her opponent into the mat, the Scot glad to get the edge in the match as she tried to push Emily into a position on the mat where her back was against it. Zoey then cockily straddling her opponent before trying to grab both her arms and pin them down to the mat, while she bent her body forward and smiled down at Emily. 


" I like you, It's great that you just stay silent as I dig into you and I love having someone I can beat up and pin down " Zoey would say, her position not being quite as easy to maintain as she would have liked.

Still very groggy from the next moves, Emily gave little protest as Zoey pushed her onto her back, pinning her hands together.As the women leaned forward, Emily raised an eyebrow, through her head still hurt like all hell.

Zoey would grin down at Emily for a second before moving up her body and attempting to sit on her chest with one knee on both of Emily's shoulders, Zoey going for a cocky pin more so to feed her currently growing ego. The bluenette trying to look as dominant as possible although it was incredibly likely that even the most damaged of opponents could break out of this pin.

The ref would notice that Emily's shoulders were pinned to the mat and would immediately raise her hand as she started to count the pin.

And now she went for the pin, apaparently thinking she had made her point. Oh, but Emily was not done, far from it, as Joey would soon find out.

Lifting her legs up, them being still free, she attempted to wrap them around Zoeys head and then pull her down to the mat, off her thus stopping the pin at two. She would then try to maneuver the hold into a head scissors, smiling a bit.

Zoey would quickly be punished for her mistake, the bluenette's inflated ego popping as soon as she was pulled to the side easily by her opponent's headscissors before the ref had even reached a 2 count. " Whoa" Zoey would call out as she felt her neck being constricted, the blue haired wrestler letting out a slight squeal afterwards as her back fell to the mat and she attempted to pry the headscissors apart although most likely to no avail.

She didn't seem to be expecting that. Perhaps next time she would think better then to make herself vulnerable to a headscissors....probably not. She seemed to be set in her ways.

Sighing, Emily kept the hold locked in, watching as Zoey struggled in the hold. She shook her head, rolling her eyes.

Zoey would continue to struggle as she was stuck in the headscissors, the bluenette letting out a slight growl before trying to turn herself on the mat so that her front was facing the mat while her opponent had the scissors still locked in. If she managed to do that then Zoey would try to push off the mat before getting into a crouching position before finally then getting into a standing position and trying to fall backwards to slam Emily back first into the mat with an electric chair drop.

And now things were back in her favor. As they should be, Zoey didn't see I to exactly deserving of any grand accolades. Keeping the headscssors locked in tight, she grunted as Zoey began to lift her up. Hoping that she would wear Zoey down the point were she was unable to continue. Through more then likely she would end up the mat again, softly groaning.