She runs backward! Clothesline attempt?

Vicky needs to clear her head, so she heads straight for the ropes, hoping to use that momentum to clobber some fear back into her weaker opponent. She bounces against the ropes, turning around as she does so in preparation for a fearsome clothesline. That little shrimp won't know what hit her! Vicky thinks as she sprints toward Zoey with an outstretched arm...

WWWHAAAAMMMMM

Vicky's face slams hard against the ring floor. One second she almost had Zoey in her reach, the next second she was being tripped up by her tricky competitor! The impact leaves Vicky reeling, unable to get up as Zoey giggles uncontrollably.

"Hahahaha, you thought you were gonna hit me with that, Snailtoria? My grandma is quicker than you. Maybe if I help STRETCH you out, you'll be quick enough to hit a turtle!"

Zoey quickly hops on top of Vicky, grabbing her legs and pulling them back HARD as she takes a seat on the back of her downed victim’s head. “Ahhhh, isn’t this comfy, my cute, big dummy? I get a chance to rest, and you get to work on your flexibility! Seems like a win-win, right? Oh no, here it comes!”

BRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTTT

BRRRFFFTTTT

“Aw man, I was trying to save those for your nose! Oh well, enjoy my secondhand stench anyway, loser!”

Two gusts of Zoey’s special wind reverberate against the back of poor Vicky’s head, bathing her in the potent, eggy stench as a searing pain rips through her back. This little bitch is twisting her into a pretzel AND ripping ass on the back of Vicky’s head? Not this time!

MY MY, WHAT A FIERCE DISPLAY OF GAS AND TECHNIQUE! ZOEY HAS UNLEASHED? WHO KNEW SHE HAD IT IN HER? HONESTLY, FOLKS, I THOUGH VICTORIA WAS GOING TO RUN AWAY WITH THIS MATCH. TOO BAD SHE SEEMS TO BE ALL BUTT AND NO BITE! WILL SHE BE ABLE TO TURN IT AROUND?