Ms. Spencer vs. Jackpot

Jackpot felt relieved when she felt Miss Spencer release her waist. But as she was trying to get up, she would see that there was another problem to deal with. She felt the teacher's arm snaking around her neck while the other held the head in position for a sleeper. This sparked a little ember in the Irish girl's soul, wanting to break free and win. Though she was in a tight grip and gasping for air, she would try to punch at the arms and elbow the teacher's sides in retaliation. She hopes that she'll still breathe.

Miss Spencer felt relieved as her arm locked in place around Jackpot's neck, tightening into a basic, yet still very effective sleeper. This relief was only short-lived though, as suddenly Jackpot began to elbow back at her, her elbow digging into the teacher's side and ribs. The teacher tried to hold on, amazing at how the girl was still finding the energy to fight back, but the repeated strikes would soon be too much for her. Spencer growled, giving her neck a sudden jerk, then released her, rolling backwards away from the young girl then slowly began to rise back up to her feet.

As Jackpot continued to elbow Miss Spencer at the sides, she could feel that the grip around her neck was starting to weaken. But she felt a sudden jerk at the neck before the teacher rolled away. "AGH!" the Irish girl cried out as she held her neck in pain from the sleeper hold. Though she was glad to have gotten out, she still felt tired and was on her last legs before she collapsed in exhaustion. Struggling to get up, she could see that the teacher was also getting back up.

Wanting to make the last few moments count, Jackpot would attempt to rush after getting on her own two feet to try and throw a haymaker to the face. If this worked, then she'll try again for a pin. But if Miss Spencer did anything, Jackpot would be in hot water.

MIss Spencer got back to her feet, shaking her head, looking even more out of things than she was before. She looked up, just in time to see Jackpot throwing a wild punch her way, but it was too late to do anything about it. The redhead's fist smashed right into the teacher's face, the impact of it hitting the blonde hard enough to spin her right around away from Jackpot. Miss Spencer's eyes went wide, the teacher letting out a choked gasp as she took two stumbling steps forward away from the redhead...

...and then fell facedown to the mat, landing there, practically knocked out. Her arms and legs spread wide as she lie facedown on the mat, the only sign of movement from her being the rising and falling of her body as she took in several forced, weak breaths.

Jackpot's haymaker may have had a direct hit, but she immediately fell on her hands and knees, feeling weak as she's reaching her limits. Her body would collapse as she was taking heavy breaths, but she would see that Miss Spencer. Her head would think, "Now's my chance! I have to win this and I can't face another loss!" However, her body didn't agree as her tiredness seemed to be stopping her.

Though on her stomach, the Irish girl weakly tried to crawl over to the teacher to turn her over and raise one of her legs for a pin. Her speed was pretty slow, but perservering. The leg would feel heavy for her, but she has to at least try to make this count and get a first win.

It took quite a bit of effort from Jackpot, but the redhead would eventually be able to turn Miss Spencer onto her back. The teacher just lied there, barely stirring as the Irish girl slipped onto her, lifting her leg up to mark her pin on the teacher.

The referee dropped down, and began the count. "One!"

Jackpot was able to get to Miss Spencer and lift her leg up for a pin to start the count. She heard the ref count out "One!" as she was trying to catch her breath. The leg felt heavy and it could dash her hopes of winning if she drops it. All that the Irish girl can do now is to try and maintain her hold on the teacher so the pin cna be steady. She could feel tears fill up her eyes from so much pain and stress to get to this point.

Miss Spencer lied there, motionless, as Jackpot maintained her pin. She could hear the referee's counting, but she couldn't find the energy to break the pin again, not yet anyway.

The ref's hand hit the mat a second time. "Two!"

Jackpot's ears heard the ref yell out, "Two!" She gritted her teeth as the weight of the leg was getting heavier now. Through her tears and sweat from so much fight taken out of her, she would think, "OK, this is it! Just one more and I can win this! I can't lose for a second time!" But when the Irish girl looked back at the teacher, it made her eyes more blurry with tears. "Miss Spencer...she's a great opponent and she was really tough to fight against. She definitely has a great reputation as both teacher and fighter...I've looked up to her for so long, I hope I can make her proud." She also hoped that she can maintain her pin despite the heavy weight of the leg.

Miss Spencer was out of it. She had no energy left, couldn't find the strength to kick out.

One last time the referee dropped to the mat. "Three!" Then she jumped to her feet, signalling for the bell to ring to declare Jackpot the winner.