Bonnie Gastin Vs. Lu Jiao Jocelyn

Singles Match
Standard Rules
Win via Pinfall or Submission
10 Second Count for Ring Outs.

Bonnie Gastin was ready. Real fucking ready. Long had she awaited her chance to fight with Jocelyn. Though... Her mood was sour too. Things weren't going as planned and it was likely she hurt the innocence and quite impressionable Emily Clarkson just to vainly get a rouse out of Ms. Allison Watson. Time and time again Bonnie felt cruel and like a bully for every instance she had trying to goad Allison into a rematch with her. Bonnie just couldn't take it anymore.

But someone did want to fight her. It was Jocelyn and Bonnie welcomed her. She needed this and welcomed this. A chance to get even with the woman who not only injured her knee humiliated her and even hurt Duffy but for the sheer fact that she had been mistreating a sweet but naive Yi Lan. Apparently that little warrior Cassie Elliot didn't humble this woman enough. Jocelyn had to be taught a lesson, right now she was all feral and dangerous, but Bonnie would fix that. Although Bonnie was torn up about her failure to bring herself to fight Allison, she felt that she could at least find some measure of content or even peace if she defeated Jocelyn.

She owed this bitch so much. Now it was 1 on 1. Bonnie had told her brother to stay away. Tonight it was just gonna be her and Jocelyn.

Backstage, Bonnie tightened up the laces on her air-force ones, her white high-top sneakers. A supporter pad being adjusted over her right knee (Just to be safe) that was covered by her skinny blue jeans, which were comfy and made a nice substitute for wrestling tights. She had white tank top on that was tight around her body, a sports bra underneath that. And with that that, Bonnie began to exit the locker room, closing the locker and... Locking it before making her way out and into the backstage hallway.

Allison checked her silver Versace watch. With any luck, she was running right on schedule and could catch Bonnie Gastin before she headed off to the ring to fight her... whatever Jocelyn was to her. She was comfortable, wearing a long navy skirt and white buttoned blouse and flats, and there was no tell-tale clip-clop of high heels on the tile floor of the hallway.

She was prepared for a long, painful talk. She even brought her own chair.

As Allison approached the locker room, Bonnie stepped out into the hallway in front of her. Without missing a beat, Allison took several running steps and swatted Bonnie in the face with the steel chair as hard as she could.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU, LITTLE GIRL?!" Allison bent and screamed in Bonnie's face.

Bonnie was stretching her arms behind her, spinning them on her shoulders, rotating herself left to right as she reached the door and pulled it open before stepping out into the hall.

Like a car wreck, Bonnie never saw it coming until it was too late and she witnessed a large metal object encompassing her field of vision before everything just went white. A horrid clang beign heard as Bonnie's brains got scrambled, feeling a burning pain in her nose as she felt herself being thrown off her feet, her eyes crossing before she flopped to the floor, sprawled out.

She didn't make a sound when she fell to the floor, only giving a limp flop before her head fell to the side, her eyes wide open, staring off into the distance, hearing everything Allison had to say. Her body screaming to move while her head wondered where the hell she even was.

Allison bent down and grabbed Bonnie's face, her fingers and thumb digging into the Texan's cheeks and forcing her mouth to open as she forced her to look her in the eye.

"I told you to to leave her alone," she snarled. Her always smooth, composed voice and posh accent were nowhere to be found, and she sounded instead like a wild animal, enraged and entirely out of control. "I told you..." Her grip tightened on Bonnie's face until her knuckles turned white. "To leave her ALONE!"

She raised her fist and smashed it down into Bonnie's face, and stepped off of her. She looked down at the chair laying on the floor. She picked it up and stalked around Bonnie to stand by her legs.

"How fucking stupid are you?" She trailed the end of the folded chair along Bonnie's body and down her leg. "I should put you out of your misery right now. But..." She lifted the chair up, holding it vertically, and then rammed the edge of it down against Bonnie's protected knee like a guillotine. She shoved the chair down at Bonnie's ugly face and put a hand against the wall, backed her legs up, and threw a soccer kick into the girl's stomach.

"I think I'd like to see this match after all."

Allison turned and walked away with long purposeful strides, but not even a hint of a urgency. She was in no hurry. Women like her didn't have to.

[size=85:3k6e4qao]"...Un..nn..." Bonnie groaned quietly as Allison grabbed her face, feeling the woman's fingers and thumb dig harshly into her cheeks, her mouth being pried open as she saw who attacked her. Allison Watson. A woman known for her calm composure, velvet voice and posh demeanor, but it was gone now. This was an Allison that appeared to be consumed with pure rage, looking almost feral as she got right in Bonnie's face and just lost it.

A horrid smack followed as Allison suddenly slammed her fist down upon Bonnie's face, her head turning to the side with a violent whip, her eyes glassy as a deep red bruise would develop on her cheek, leaving Bonnie writhing on the floor, dazed and rocked by the blow as her head was swimming in a sea of dizziness. She was overcome with fear now, as she felt so helpless and defenseless in the grasp of the angry Brit who would ram the edge of the chair into Bonnie's padded knee, causing her to shift around, squirming and hugging her knee, only to have a chair shoved in her face and a harsh kick plow into her stomach.

"UU-HUGH!" Bonnie wheezed, curling up and coughing violently after the kick, groaning and writhing on the floor, trying to hold back tears that were seeping through the corners of her eyes. The pain was immense and she felt like she was going to hurl. Everything was aching and she didn't want to move. She wished she hadn't been so prideful, maybe she shouldn't have come alone...

"...Al.." She gasped one last time, her face buried in the floor watching as Allison took those long strides down the hallway with one eye barely open before she slumped on flat on the floor.

Jocelyn bounced on the balls of her heels backstage. She was feeling good now that her anticipated match with Bonnie Gastin was finally here. Not so long ago she wanted nothing to do with the blonde Texan. Now she was eager to get a piece of her. To personally give her an ass kicking and make sure that Bonnie and her retarded brother stayed out of her life forever.

As her [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5l5xcO7AVU:312y7o4s]music[/url:312y7o4s] started up, Jocelyn slipped through the backstage area and stepped out into the arena. She was dressed in a loose fitting tank top with a black sports bra compressing her minimal chest. A pair of black track pants with white piping swished around her legs as she walked down the ramp, showered by boos from the crowd. She wasn't interested in them anymore. There may have been a time where she was, but not now.

Jocelyn slid into the ring and and walked to her corner, stretching before she turned to face the ramp, waiting for the Texan to show her face so she could beat it ugly... er.

There was a long pause after Jocelyn's entrance. At first it looked like Bonnie was taking her time for dramatic effect. Building suspense. But the wait grew longer and longer and eventually the crowd was getting restless, starting to boo.

But about a long minute later, [url=https://https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqO8LpE0GU4:ylkkuo7p]"Shout At The Devil" by Motley Crue[/url:ylkkuo7p] began to play and the crowd rose to their feet. FINALLY the match was going to start and Bonnie was going to fight Jocelyn.

However as the song raved through the arena speakers, again Bonnie didn't come out.

No, it took her a long while until finally two shadows were moving in the back, it was a ref girl and Bonnie the latter had her arm draped over the ref girl's shoulder as she was helped to the ring to fight Jocelyn.

"...Pf....." Bonnie huffed, messy bangs covereing her eyes as she glared at Jocelyn. She wasn't running but lord knew... She couldn't run if she tried. And that was in more ways than one.

Jocelyn watched as Bonnie was brought out to the ring by a referee. She raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips. Well, she certainly wasn't expecting that. Bonnie seemed to be fixing her with an awfully mean glare too and the Chistralian responded by grinning even wider.

She leaned forward, stepping to the middle of the ring and put her hand to her mouth. "Oi, seppo!" She barked cheerfully. "Lemme guess, you fell down some stairs, right? Haha!"

The Other Ref-girl had aided Bonnie as best she could. Guiding the Texan towards the ring as the Chistralian decided to greet her rival. Bonnie saw that wide grin and her glare would only intensify towards the Chinese fighter.

"..F....Fuck you, Jocelyn!" Bonnie shouted before prying herself off this Ref-Girl's shoulders, determined to hold HERSELF up now. Bonnie just didn't want to hear anything out of this bitch's mouth. She wanted so badly to finally clobber her in the ring... And now odds were stacked against her.

"...I dun' understand you bitches at all... Even after hittin' her with a damn chair she's still doin' shit for you." Said Bonnie. Though maybe Allison just wanted Jocelyn to herself. To beat.

Bonnie then began to limp her way towards the steel steps, slowly trying to make her way up them to get into the ring.

Jocelyn continued to flash a shit eating grin at Bonnie as she hobbled up the stairs. "Ha! It's tits havin a Fido of your own, ain't it, [i]mate[/i?" Jocelyn said as she looked Bonnie over. She had no clue that Allison was going to do anything but she rolled with it. In truth, it may have been the first actual 'thing' Allison had done FOR Jocelyn but the Chistralian didn't care about that either.

"Speakin of, where's yours at? Don't have yer yappy Dingo stuffed up yer twat? I'm impressed." Jocelyn said, taunting Bonnie.