Takeover

Chapter 17: SmackDown

Emma's music definitely got a reaction from the crowd, though it wasn't a reaction most wrestlers yearned to hear. From groans of disappointment, to confused stares, to utter silence from many people losing interest, there was no doubt that this decision was unexpected. In fact, it caught most people off guard, especially Emma herself. Ignoring the the unanimous negative reaction from the crowd, Emma danced her way down the aisle, arms flailing from side to side and head held just as high as when her name was called. All the while, however, she pondered why on earth two of the most feared divas in the division had called on her. With each theory and scenario, she kept drawing a blank. No matter. She was called out and she was ready. Emma climbed up the stairs while locking her own blue eyes with Cammi's determined brown ones. Cammi stare never wavered even when Emma's eyes dropped as she climbed into the ring. Emma took a deep breath as the lights went back to normal and the crowd settled back in their seats. She stole a side glance at Cassidy who was making her way towards the commentators' table. As soon as Cassidy had adjusted a headset onto her wavy blonde hair, Emma focused her attention back into the ring where Cammi's gaze still locked onto her, a small smile gracing her delicate face. Emma hesitated before returning an awkward smile of her own.

"You ready?" Cammi asked softly but loud enough for Emma to hear. Emma nodded her head and both girls took a fighting stance-- feet apart and ready to lunge, arms up and ready to grapple. It took only the sound of the bell for them to rocket at each other.

The two women spent a good minute or two grappling with each other. Arms wrapped around each other's necks, waists, abdomen, whatever the two wrestlers could hang onto. Both Emma and Cammi spent what felt like a decade to them trying to reverse the other's moves and counter every movement when, at last, Cammi had become victorious in dominance, holding Emma in an abdominal stretch. Emma cried out in pain but was no where near giving up any time soon. A few painful seconds longer passed by before Cammi let go of the hold altogether and maneuvered herself behind Emma, barely getting her to her feet before ramming her into the turnbuckle. Emma's head bounced off the corner with great speed and force. Then again. And again. Once satisfied with the amount of times she could plow Emma's head into the hard edged surface, Cammi took a step back, allowing her opponent to droop and dangle on the ropes. Emma had barely taken a chance to try and get up before Cammi was on her again, ramming and ramming her shoulder into Emma's stomach, sending the blonde Australian further into the corner than she already was. With every smash, Emma coughed out a ragged breath. She gagged and choked and almost fell onto her knees if Cammi did not stop her. Instead, Cammi pushed her into an upright position, grabbed into her neck, jumped, and planted her feet on Emma's belly. The monkey flip sent Emma flying over Cammi and crashing onto her back on the other side of the ring. The pain from the impact caused Emma jolt upright into a seated position, face full of pain, arms grasping at her lower back. Cammi capitalized. Running to the ropes, Cammi rebounded to deliver a low dropkick to the seated woman that sent her flying backwards, sending her hair astray and her head crashing back into the mat. Cammi covered right away.

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Kickout!

Cammi knew that if she stopped now, Emma would get an opportunity to catch her breath. She needed to capitalize on opportunity, and right now, that opportunity called on getting Emma to her feet and running her ragged. If she ran out of steam, Cammi could pin her easily. Cammi had barely gotten Emma to her feet before whipping her into the ropes. Bouncing back, Emma ran into a hard and solid shoulder block, slamming her right into the ground in a second. No time to react before her feet were hooked and shoulders pinned to the mat. The ref began the count.

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Kickout!

Cammi began to get a little frustrated now, not that she was showing it, though. Emma certainly looked tired but, by the look of her kickouts, was no where near done trying. She just kept going. It would've brought a smile to Cammi's face had she not been full of adrenaline and focused on winning. No time to lose now. Cammi got Emma up and tried her plan of attack again: letting her run out of steam. Cammi threw Emma to the ropes but Emma somehow managed to reverse it, sending Cammi into the ropes herself. Cammi bounced. Emma attempted a clothesline, but Cammi was fast. She ducked right under Emma's arm and ricocheted off of the opposite set of ropes. The momentum was enough to allow Cammi to leapfrog over Emma, who ran at her full speed. Both girls rebounded off of their own ropes and were sent back into the middle of the ring, but it was Emma, who threw herself at Cammi in a last ditch effort in a low crossbody, who came out on top. The force of Emma flinging herself onto the tiny brunette caused both girls to come crashing down. With Cammi's shoulders down and Emma clearly on top, the ref began to count.