Jamie Valentine vs Maricarmen Juarez

The Friction arena wasn't filled to capacity. The crowd was only starting to trickle in during the undercard. The steady parade of low-card girls that filled the hour or so preceding the more anticipated matches of the evening's card only ever drew hardcore fans and people that wanted to beat the rush. That was fine for Jamie. It was her first time, and she didn't need all the pressure.

The lights dimmed and [url=http://youtu.be/D8QkqK2KEzg:kukyzxkw]her music[/url:kukyzxkw] punched through the murmur of the sparse crowd. She made her way through the curtain and to the top of the ramp, rather unremarkably. She had brought two yo-yos, thinking that she could give the crowd some crazy crap to point at and laugh and stuff, but upon seeing the massive arena and the lackluster crowd, she was simultaneously terrified and let down. Maybe the yo-yos were a bad idea. They probably didn't care about her tricks anyway, and she felt stupid for bringing them, and the cameras and lights and everything intimidated the crap out of her.

She stood at the top of the ramp, staring at the scene with her mouth open, frozen until she dropped both of her yo-yos and they both began to roll away down the ramp. "Ah!" She scampered off after them, worried that her unsteady legs might trip her up and send her face first into some big fat sweaty guy's cleavage. Buncha dirty old men in the crowd, it was gross.

Suddenly she was more concerned with keeping her distance from the crowd than with retrieving her yo-yos. One of them rolled all the way to the ring and the other went off the side of the ramp into the crowd. "Keep it!" She barked at the fan who picked it up, in a voice high and young, but also rough. She wasn't even all the way down the ramp and she felt her patience drying up.

She ran the rest of the way and slipped through the ropes, pausing on the apron to give the crowd the finger. "Alriiiight, c'mon! I don't have all day!" She yelled at nobody toward the top of the ramp.

The thought occurred to her, then, that she was finally in a pro wrestling ring, surrounded by fans that were all there to see her. It felt wonderful, and a big smile spread across her face. She spread her arms out and turned in a circle before curtsying neatly to the crowd on each side of the ring. She marched off to her corner, blew a few kisses on the way, and propped her arms up on the top rope while she watched the top of the ramp for her opponent.

Maricarmen looked down as she awaited her first real match as a professional wrestler. She was also going up against another newbie and felt a little confident. She pressed her hands down against her skirt as the opening of her music began to play. She had to wait a little bit. That's just how it was.

She tugged at her dirty blonde hair. It was unwise to wear it long, but just try and LET them grab it! She puffed her tiny chest put proudly, the tyight fitting sleeveless sipped up vest like top she wore, made her look like she actually had a chest and she blushed a little. The fans who came out were probably eager to ogle any pretty young girl that stepped through, but a few little tricks and tips, thanks to her best friend Therese, didn't hurt.

She took one breath and when she felt [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKmkOIlHbok:i77lbygm]the song[/url:i77lbygm] reached its appropriate mark, she stepped through the curtains. Cautiously at first but forced herself to hop forward and put on a nervous smile. Her eyes widened at the arena. Even half full it looked crowded and huge. She swallowed hard and shook her head and took a modest jog down the ramp, smiling and waving at the crowd, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

The wash of butterflies was something she never felt before and she clenched her fist tightly to keep from shaking. Still, as nervous as she was, her body felt great. She could feel the rush of adrenaline and she was eager to get things going and really get some good wrestling in.

She hopped through the ropes and bounced forward a few steps and looked at her opponent. Some sort of baggy dressed woman who looked kind of tough but Maricarmen wondered of she even had any skill? They seemed to bring in all sorts here, 'like that with Allison', she purposely noted. Even in her thoughts, she bit down on the words, she had to emphasize it even to herself. That woman and her friend had tainted her impression of AFW so the thought that Jamie was some punk who was tryign to brawl her way to the top, was something that Maricarmen certainly considered. Still, she gave an even smile to Jamie and stepped forward.

"So, i heard this was your first match as well? I'm Maria-Carmen, but you can just call me Miaca." She said in a friendly tone. "Let's try and make sure they don't skip the under card anymore, eh?" She said blushing but smiling a bit brighter as she waited for Jaimie to return the handshake.

There was her opponent at the top of the ramp. She was so adorable! Jamie didn't notice how inexperienced she looked. Jamie was all smiles until her opponent made it to the middle of the ring. Up close, she didn't look so adorable. Up close she was huge and ugly. She looked like a complete jerk, and the moment she spoke she removed all doubt of it from Jamie's mind.

Never mind that Maricarmen was only 2 inches taller, though built a little bigger, and the two were approximately the same size. Jamie narrowed her large brown eyes and pushed her long blond bangs back out of her eyes.

"I'm Abbie. This isn't my first match, though, I've had 23 matches and my record is 19 and 4. I'm pretty good. Amazing, really. How old are you? I'm 24 but people say I look young. I bet I'm older than you." She said with a voice that was young, girlish, but with the smoothness of a mature, strong personality.

It was pretty rare, though, that the things Jamie said and the truth were at all similar. She was terrified for her first match. She cautiously shook Maricarmen's hand and then was back to her corner.

The ref came to check her over and immediately took issue with the belt pouch around Jamie's waist. She begrudgingly removed it and kicked it out of the ring. There was nothing good in there anyway. She waited for the timekeeper to ring the bell, staring across at her behemoth-jerk opponent, and thought about how she had no idea what she was going to do after the bell rang.

Maricarmen's eyebrows furrowed at Jamie's statement. When Jamie didn't even hold her hand out, she dropped it down to her side. She was very confused and addressed her concern. "That's not right!" She exclaimed. "I was told I was fighting another rookie." Maricarmen considered the situation briefly and then nodded her head in determination. "Well, I don't know what you did to have to face a rookie in an undercard, but I plan on giving the crowd a good show. I don't care how many fights you've had, I'm going to fight you tough so don't look down on me for a second!"

Maricarmen bounced back to corner and was checked out by the ref. She had noticed that Jamie had tried to sneak in something but merely wrinkled her nose at it a bit. Whatever it was about, she didn't care. She was excited. And nervous. She needed to be careful if she was fighting someone who was experienced and had a lot of wins but She thought she would be alright. Jamie didn't look too tough, or experienced really.

When the bell rang, Maricarmen could feel the resounding bell echo inside of her and her heart suddenly began racing again. She took a big step out from her corner and swiveled to the side to one hop towards the center of the ring and get into a circling motion. She had her arms up, just in case Jamie wanted to attack to lock up. She focused on Jamie and looked for the best place to strike her opponent. She noticed she was a little bigger and thought the best thing to do was test her strength against Jamie and when she got a good position, she dashed forward and went for a lock up.

Her opponent didn't seem to buy any of it. Whatever, she'd show her, then she'd have to believe her. Jamie came out of her corner, scurrying quickly to the center of the ring, and watched Maricarmen carefully as she circled. She stood with her knees bent, turned to the side, hands up in front. This vast, voluminous loser was going to be sorry she ever set foot in a ring with her!

All of her faux-confidence evaporated in an instant as Maricarmen came in at her for a lockup. She shrieked and ducked under her arms, coming up behind her with her hands up, palms out. "Waitwaitwaitwait!" She pleaded frantically. "I wasn't... ready! Lemme get ready."

She began to do some light stretching, twisting her upper body and stretching her legs propped up on the top rope. She felt like she was in over her head, but she was sure she would win, she just needed to figure out how.

Maricarmen stepped and swung her arms forward, catching nothing but air as her balance faltered for a second, and she took another step forward. before spinning around and furrowing her brow at Jamie and clenching her fists.

"W-what!?" Maricarmen was a little confused at Jamie's actions. "You got to be kidding me! I thought you were experienced." Her face grew heated and she blushed. "I told you not to underestimate me!"

Feeling a little flustered she dashed forward and tried to send a kick into Jamie's gut/side. Partly because she wanted to get the match started and partly because she wasn't going to just let some girl make a fool of her.

Jamie didn't answer her opponent. She hardly had time to. While she was busy stretching one leg, her heel propped up on the top rope, Maricarmen rushed her and planted a boot in her ribs that buckled her and sent her down to the mat. It obviously hurt her a great deal, she cried out and moaned in pain, her face twisting with pain.

"What are you doing?" She wailed. It wasn't fair. Clutching her side she turned to face Maricarmen and slid herself back until she was sitting with her back against the ropes, wary of her opponent's next moves.

Maricarmen was surprised that her boot put Jamie to the ground. She had half thought that Jamie was trying to play her by stretching. But Jamie's comments caused Maricarmen to furrow her brow. "I'm trying to wrestle! What are you doing!?" She huffed, blushing. "Just get up so we can start, ok?" She said and bounced on her heels, waiting for Jamie to take her seriously.

"What am I doing?" Jamie huffed while she made a show of struggling to her feet through her grievous injury. "What am i doing? This isn't an interrogation, flatfoot, put a sock in it!"

What was she doing? She was winning a match! She'd show her.

Back on her feet, Jamie strode back to the middle of the ring and looked Maricarmen over again, rubbing her hurt ribs. Now that she thought of it, she didn't look so tough. Weak as a kitten, in fact, and she was sure she would make short work of her. She smirked and put her hands up for a tie-up.

"Alright pig, let's see what you've got." She challenged in a firm, self assured voice, outspoken, a little aggressive, and completely different from her voice up to that point. She skewered Maricarmen with dark, intense, predatory eyes, and waited for her opponent's hands as if the result was a foregone conclusion. Her upper lip curled up into a sneer, her long blond bangs hung in front of her face. This girl didn't stand a chance.

"Well you aren't wrestling." Maricarmen muttered dryly. This chick was a goof and Maricarmen was seriously wondering if she actually WAS a wrestler. Maricarmen bounced impatiently on her heels and waited for Jamie to finish doing whatever she was doing. Even the crowd let out a soft murmuring boo. at Jamie's accent.

Finally Jamie stepped forward and lifted her hand up for a tie up. Maricarmen let out a little pleased sigh and was about to lift her hands up when Jamie made her comment. "P-PIG!?" She yelped out, exasperated by Jamie's comment and practically dove into the lock up, grunting and looking to drive Jamie back towards the ropes.

"What's your problem?" Maricarmen would grunt as she locked up with Jamie.