Blood in the Water: Syd w/ Allie Parker vs. Gemma Faraday

As Allie's giggle sounded off the mic and echoed through Gemma's ears, she couldn't help but think about what a godawful mistake she'd just made. Only now, through all of the pain, shock and fear, was it beginning to dawn on the Brit that she'd played straight into Allie's hands. “Bloody stupid, Gemma,” she chided herself, as she finally caught sight of her opponent.

Despite not being too much larger than Gemma, Syd cut an imposing figure. Or, perhaps that was simply Gemma's perspective, from down on the mat. “W-wait ...” the Brit muttered, trying to get her bearings while Syd yelled her down, trying to collect herself enough to stand a chance. Didn't seem like Syd was having anything to do with that, however. In a blur of motion, Gemma's bleary eyes just barely making out the rapid movement of legs and swaying white ponytail before Syd's foot made firm contact with Gemma's face. The stomp sent the Air Raid Siren crashing down to the mat again, flat on her back, clutching her face in pain.

Gemma tried to suppress a sob, and failed miserably. The Brit's face flushed bright red, angered and ashamed. She knew that if she couldn't get her damned head in the game, this match was already over. And Gemma couldn't allow that. She needed this shot at redemption. She needed to show the fans and the girls in the back she was a competitor. She needed to kick the hell out of that obnoxious Allie bitch, before the night was over. At the moment, however, Gemma was helpless on her back, vulnerable to whatever Syd had planned for her next, and the young Brit's chances of fulfilling any of those needs, tonight, seemed to be rapidly slipping through her fingers.

Syd's eyes lit up, and she threw a glance toward Allie. "Did you hear that?" She said, while she bent to grab one of Gemma's ankles. "I think she's gonna cry!"

Syd was more than happy to help with that. She instinctively checked for the referee, and then tucked Gemma's ankle under her arm and dropped onto her back so that she gave the high-flyer's leg a single, hard yank, like she was trying to rip her knee apart and pull her lower leg off. Then she hurried back to her feet. She couldn't wait to watch Gemma's face!

Allie watched gleefully as Syd went to work on the Brit. Her blue eyes sparkled as she trotted to her spot at the apron.

"Do it, Syd. Show everyone how a real tart cries." Allie said as she exchanged grins with Syd.

Gemma wiped at her face, trying to clear any wetness before she turned to face her assailant, again. All of this was cripplingly humiliating, but the young Brit was going to be damned if she'd willingly give up any satisfaction to this leggy little sociopath. Still, as her throat tightened and she felt her eyes dampening, it wasn't easy. After everything else that Gemma had suffered through, tonight, it was increasingly difficult for the poor Brit to shake off her opponent's taunts. Her every muscle tightened, fearful, as she it began to settle in how much Syd was enjoying this. And, of course, the knowledge that Allie was off at ringside, taking in every moment of her humiliation, sure as hell wasn't helping matters.

"F-fuck you ..." Gemma said, in a slow and measured voice. "I'm not going to cry for a miserable slag like you ..." Still flat on her back, nursing her aching skull, Gemma was barely aware of Syd's next move until the girl had her ankle firmly tucked in. She could feel the joint, small and vulnerable, tucked helplessly into her opponent's grip. "Wait, wh-" was all she managed to get out, before Syd dropped, yanking Gemma's leg hard.

"Naaaaaoooow~!" the Brit screamed, as Syd fell back and nearly tore her leg of out its socket. Now, the fear and worry that had been scrawling through Gemma's mind took the forefront. She already knew her back and skull were vulnerable, but Syd taking her legs out would leave the Brit utterly helpless. When she was finally released, Gemma curled up on the mat, trying to massage that pain out of her leg, trying desperately to get herself back into fighting shape.

Gemma face, however, betrayed the pain that ran through every inch of her body, head to toe. Her bright eyes were dampened, tears threatening to break through at any minute. Her lips were curled into a tight pout, as her throat tightened, desperate to keep any more expressions of weakness from escaping. Gemma's mind raced, trying to find some way to escape this situation. Nothing came to her.

"Shut up, dumbass! You make it sound like I'm the one crying!" Syd snapped at her little redheaded manager.

She sneered down at the damaged Brit at her feet, and couldn't help but admire her pristine hair, so pale it was almost white. Of course, Syd's was better, but Gemma's was enticing, and she couldn't keep her hands off of it. She bent to grab hold of one of her braids, and carefully stepped on the other. She pulled up on the braid like she was trying to dead lift a thousand pounds.

"C'mon, pretty girl! Cry!"

Allie gasped at Syd's words, taking a step back and covering her open mouth. Everyone ELSE knew what Allie was saying! Why couldn't Syd!? Allie flared her nostrils with a hot snort and put her hands on her hips.

"Well, don't act like a tart then and they'll know which is which!"

Allie barked back from the comfort being outside the ring and away from Syd provided.

Gemma was positively swimming in agony, at the moment. Unable to tell up from down, left from right, she was completely at Syd's mercy. Assuming her opponent had any mercy, even. Flailing around the ring uselessly, it was all Gemma could do, to try and hold in the pain. She did her best to choke in the sobs, the tears, any sign of how deeply Syd's torture was affecting her, tonight. Gemma froze, in that moment, knowing that she was ill-equipped to deal with whatever might be coming her way, next. Gemma tried to roll away from her opponent, quickly, only to feel Syd's fingers grasping one of her braids and holding on tightly.

"N-no, please," Gemma said, stuttering, completely at a loss for any way to defend herself. "Please, just ... hold on, now! Come on!" Being put into a situation where she was literally begging was humiliating enough. What Gemma couldn't put out of her mind, however, was how much Allie Parker was likely enjoying this, sitting safe and cozy at ringside. As the lithe young Brit shook her head, trying with futility to earn some freedom from Syd's grip, it nagged at the back of her mind that the plastic little ginger tart was getting one hell of a laugh out of her. Through the pain and the shame, Gemma couldn't make out the conversation that her opponent and her manager were having. Gemma had no idea what was in store for her, until she realized that Syd's boot was planted down firmly on Gemma's loose braid, and she heard her foe shouting down at her.

"C'mon, pretty girl! Cry!"

"NNNAAOOOWWW," Gemma screamed. It seemed as it Syd was trying to manually scalp the poor Brit. Gemma placed both hands on her head, trying to alleviate the pressure, to no avail. "Luh-let," Gemma sobbed, through the pain, "let me go!" The young British grappler had wanted to be tough, tonight, desperate not to give in to Syd's demand for tears, but it seemed that was already far outside of the young woman's hands. Gemma tried to choke back the tears, to keep some scrap of her dignity as Syd berated and humiliated her. It seemed that, yet again tonight, Gemma was going to fail. As the American yanked hard on Gemma's pristine white locks, threatening to seperate her scalp and her skull, she couldn't hold back. Crying openly, her body wracked with heavy, breathless sobs, Gemma was utterly hopeless, her only chance to desperately hope for some kind of opening to get back on her feet.

"Haaaaaaa!" Syd laughed delightedly as she leered at the anguish on Gemma's face. She held tight to one white braid and looked to Allie while she continued trying to pull the Brit's white hair out.

"Look! Look at her face, she's crying! Already!" She laughed some more, and lifted her foot off of Gemma's other braid. She grabbed it in her hand instead and began to pull the girl up to her feet, keeping her bent over. She raised one arm up over her head and clubbed down heavily with her forearm against Gemma's back.

"What else do you think she can do?"

Allie pondered the thought as she watched Syd brutalize Gemma's scalp. She pushed her fingers against her lips as Syd asked her what Gemma might be capable of. As if it were merely an afterthought to a larger point, Allie lifted up her finger and closed her eyes.

"Beg. I bet you can make her beg, Syd."

Syd's mocking laughter rang in Gemma's ears, heightening how vulnerable and helpless she felt as her red-eyed foe continued to put her through hell. Gemma's feet kicked agains the mat in pain, her arms flailed uselessly as pain screamed through her scalp. The tears were flowing freely down Gemma's face, now, despite her best efforts to get them under control. The Brit had already been emotionally exhausted once, tonight, and this unexpected match was taking her straight to her limits, yet again. "Naaooww! No!" Gemma wailed, between racking sobs. "Let- aagh! Let me go, damn you!"

Feeling Syd's boot lift off of Gemma's hair brought a fleeting, yet massive relief to the Brit. Mind racing, Gemma tried to figure out what she could do, to get herself into this match. She was painfully aware that she had gotten in no offense, ever since Allie had cheekily sounded off the opening bell. "Nnnyaahhh~!" Gemma moaned, as Syd used two fists' worth of her white locks to yank the Brit to her feet. Gemma could feel every bit of her roots, the hair straining against her scalp, as Syd's grip on her only tightened. Hearing Syd taunt her didn't do anything to help Gemma's attempts to stave off the flow of tears running down her face, and in fact only served to strike more fear into the heart of the helpless young wrestler. Upon hearing Allie's challenge to Syd, however, her assurance that she could make the young Brit beg, sent chills down her spine. Gemma knew she had to fight back, somehow, even from her deeply compromised position. She was doubled over, bent at the waist with her bum sticking up in the air. She had no control over where her balance was centered, how she could shift her weight, or where Syd could move her, from here. Desperate, Gemma began taking swings, trying to thrust her fists into Syd's midsection. The blows were weak, unbalanced, delivered with a fraction of the force that Gemma would normally be able to muster. But Gemma knew she had to do something, here. Whatever her tormentor had planned for her next, Gemma couldn't bring herself to just stand there and wait for it.