Jamie Valentine vs Maricarmen Juarez

"This is pretty easy, how long have you been doing it?" Jamie remarked. She couldn't believe that she was winning against this girl. Was she a rookie too? Did she already know that? She didn't remember. She did remember the pain in her head, it still ached from the DDT, and that reminded her of her foul mood and bad intentions for Maricarmen.

She followed after Maricarmen as she rolled away until she had scrambled all the way to the ropes. She reached out and grabbed handfuls of her long, blond hair and shoved her head over the middle rope, then threw a leg over and sat down on the back of her neck, forcing her throat into the middle rope while she held the top one for balance.

"CHEATER!" Maricarmen said practically before Jamie even finished. That was all she needed to say as she once again found herself on her knees with her butt in the air and her face in the mat. "That's the only reason..." She muttered to herself.

It was all she could muster before she was yanked up, her eyes widened which caused the tears she was holding to spill out from her eyes.

Yaaah!" She cried only so long until her neck was forced against the ropes and she began to strain. Her arms flailed and she pushed at the rope but Jamie's weight kept her down. In her head she tried counting to five. The ref would have to break it up or disqualify Jamie. She suddenly found how hard it was to do anything but panic when she was being choked.

The ref make her way over to Jamie and began the count, but even still, Maricarmen felt like she was going to die before the five count even hit.

Jamie watched the ref and rode out the bucking, suffocating girl under her leg. She counted on her fingers along with the ref to make sure she didn't mess it up.

"One! Two! Three! Four! Fi-" Jamie hopped off and showed the ref her hands. See? She wasn't even touching her. Maricarmen only had a moment of respite before Jamie grabbed her hair again and draped her over the bottom rope, this time putting a foot to the back of her head to choke her. She pulled up on the top rope to help her push down harder and put all over her weight on Maricarmen's head and neck, picking her other foot up off the mat entirely.

"I guess you need to know how to count to five, that's something." Jamie said, rationalizing what could possibly make wrestling difficult.

When the ref released her, all Maricarmen could do was take a few huge gulps and try and push herself off the ropes. But Jamie then grabbed her head and forced her to the second rope. Tears flowed freely from her face. She was being humiliated now. The ref was supposed to allow a break! Why wasn't she getting a break!? Maricarmen couldn't even think clearly as she coughed and sputtered, her face beet red and her eyes slowly starting to roll upwards into the back of her head. She was starting to feel dizzy and blackness was slowly creeping into her vision. She didn't even have the strength to lift her arms and try and push off. They felt way too heavy. She wasn't being fought, she was being killed and thousands of people and the ref were just sitting by and watching her murder.

"h.. hel..."

That weak mutter was all she could manage in her current state. She was thankful that her messy dirty blonde hair, sweat soaked and tangled fromt he fight partially covered her face. There was still some dignity left int he woman and while she had no choice whether otr not she kept it, she was happy that someone at least sought fit to spare her a tiny scrap of it by only allowing a small bit of her red and tear streamed facce to be seen in the close up lens of the camera.

Jamie counted again with the ref, on her fingers, all the way up to four before letting Maricarmen go. The ref started to chew her out and threatened to disqualify her if she kept bending rules. "O-kaay! I'm new, okay? I'm learning, I don't know all the rules yet." She said defensively. "I thought I had till five, anyway..." She said under her breath.

She backed up a step and bent down to grab for Maricarmen's ankles and drag her away from the ropes. She was heavy, though. She should demand lighter opponents, this was just too much work.

Once again Maricarmen was saved from certain destruction by the ref. But she had almost wish she hadn't as she coughed against the ropes. She felt so weak and couldn't even move. Her ear twitched a bit as she heard the ref berate Jamie and a weak smile appeared. But it quickly disappeared at Jamie's excuses. That was a lie. A total lie. Jamie had to have known exactly what she was getting into and how the rules worked. Otherwise she wouldn't have backed off after the 4 count.

Just as she was feeling strong enough to try and push herself off the ropes so she could lay against the slightly more comfortable canvas, she was pulled off, her head thumping unpleasantly to the mat and she groaned as she was dragged. She could barely even struggle. What good would it do anyway? If she had any hopes of any kind of anything, she had to keep still and just let Jamie drag her around.

Jamie finally got Maricarmen safely away from the ropes and rolled her onto her back. She was pretty dazed, which meant Jamie could try out some of the moves she'd always liked that guys did back in wrestling school. She bent down and grabbed Maricarmen's ankles and lifted her legs up so they made a V in the air.

The crowd reacted, they knew what was coming and unfortunately so did the ref, who was back warning Jamie to keep it clean. Jamie stuck her tongue out at the ref and dropped down to drive one knee into Maricarmen's vulnerable sex.

Maricarmen slid on her back towards the center of the ring as Jamie tugged onher. She had her eyes partially closed, the slits she could barely see out of, thanks to the blinding stadium lights and her own tears, only allowed her to make out Jamie's form as a blobby, vaguely humanoid shadow amongst the stark white backdrop. It didn't matter. For the moment, she didn't have to see what Jamie looked like, she already knew. Her focus was more on regulating her breathing and going from raspy pants to even breaths.

When her legs were lifted and spread, Maricarmen blinked and widened her eyes to get a clearer picture of Jamie. Was she about to be put into a crab? She wasn't sure that she could handle something like that but she might be able to kick out or wriggle away from Jamie's grasp beforeshe could apply it. Then maybe she could fight through the illegal beating she had taken and get back to winnign this match. She was hopeful and determined and even excited to get some offense going again until she herd the ref bark at Jamie.

Maricarmen was surprised and whens he looked from the ref to Jamie, she suddenly realized why it was necessary for the ref to intervene.

"N-n-n-no-no-no-no-no-NYAAAAH!"

She shrieked after a stammering protest and tears shot from her eyes and curled up into a ball and slid her hands back between her thighs. That pain was worse than before and she swore that she felt something crack. It would have hurt more if that had happened, right? Well, it hurt a whole hell of a lot. Despite the pain, her mind was wracked with only a singular thought.

Where's the bell? Where's the bell? Why aren't they calling her off? What did I do to deserve this?

"But everyone else does that all the time! I've seen them do it!" Jamie protested.

One more time, the ref had told her, and she'd be disqualified. Jamie was a like sponge with the way she picked up new skills, and she particularly paid attention to the tricky things that, in wrestling, would let her win a match without having to be a hundred pounds bigger. She had to make the most of the advantages she had.

Okay, well on to the next spot. She had the feeling that this match was in the bag, and when she looked down at Maricarmen writhing in pain her posture changed and her expression became cold. She forgot all about complaining defensively to the ref and being afraid of getting hurt. She owned this girl, and she couldn't show her any mercy.

She bent down to take hold of Maricarmen's hair and pulled on it to guide her back up to her feet.

Maricarmen was in too much pain to hear the ref's warning. She felt like she was going to throw up. She wanted to and then she wanted to just curl up and die and go to sleep for a hundred years. She bet Rip Van Maricarmen wouldn't have to suffer these painful and humiliating types of defeats. Her first match too. Against some newbie who wouldn't amount to more than a jobber, she was sure. It couldn't have gone any worse. That was, until she felt herself being lifted up by the hair. She gasped and whined and yelped as she was pulled up. She was a miserable wreck.She looked at Jamie through hazy vision.

Her body shook and sent reverberation that went through to her fists and forced them to clench tightly. She muttered unintelligibly and looked as though she might collapse before her shaking foot stopped shaking and swung upwards towards the most sensitive point between Jamie's thighs.