Allison Watson vs Yi Lan

Allison jerked back on Lan's hair to force her to look up at her, into her cat-like emerald eyes. "How long can you keep this up?" She asked. "Mmm, let's find out."

She stepped off of Lan's hands and yanked violently on her hair to pull her in and tuck her head between her legs. She wrapped her arms around the girl's midsection and hoisted her up, her body turning in the air until her back was draped over Allison's shoulder in a Canadian backbreaker.

Allison strolled calmly to the middle of the ring and bounced sharply several times to painfully jar Lan's spine.

"Now tell me... does this hurt?"

Lan wasn’t going to give Allison any satisfaction. She wasn’t going to speak, and she was going to do her best not to let on that she was feeling any pain. If she found an opportunity to fight back, she would. The chances of that seemed slim right now, but even if she was going to be taking a beating, she wanted everyone—Jocelyn, Bonnie, Allison, the audience—to know that she was tough, and that she was resilient.

She couldn’t do anything as Allison pulled her up and captured her head between those long, white legs. Then the European woman lifted Lan up so that her back was draped over her shoulder. She began to bounce as they walked over to the middle of the ring, jarring Lan and making her spine bend very painfully. “Gnnn…ggghh! Gyyhh…” she groaned, biting her lip, trying to make as little noise as possible, hoping to frustrate Allison and deny her the satisfaction of knowing just how tortured Lan was right now.

"Oh, come on, darling, don't be shy," Allison purred.

She moved one hand to curl her fingers into Lan's beautiful blonde hair, and took her time pulling down on it until Lan's head was bent back so far as to make it almost impossible for her to keep her mouth closed. "I'm sure you'll come around with the right encouragement... Now, does this hurt?"

She jerked cruelly on Lan's hair and stomped both feet on the mat to send a shockwave through the girl's tortured spine.

“Ggggnnnh! Grrrrrgh!” Lan growled, as she was tortured by her tall, glamorous opponent. Right now, Allison clearly had the superior wrestling capabilities, but Lan refused to allow her will to be dominated by that of her European bogeywoman. She was not going to give Allison any satisfaction with this one. Not a word. Not a peep. Anything that Lan could say could be held off for another time, when it wouldn’t be twisted and distorted to serve Allison’s purposes…

“Mmmmnnaah! Yaaaaggh!” Lan cried out loudly, her yell piercing through the loud sounds of the arena as Allison bent her head back so far that she couldn’t keep her mouth closed anymore. Still, Lan refused to say any words. She shook her head furiously, which, coupled with Allison’s hairpulling, actually simply served to hurt the Chinese girl more. But she wasn’t going to say a single word. She was hell-bent on honoring that promise she had made herself.

Allison cracked a spiteful, sadistic smile at Lan's continued refusal to answer her. She reveled a challenge.

"I'll stop when you're ready to speak. Until then..." She moved over to stand in front of the ropes, and then heaved Lan off her shoulder. She dropped her, perpendicular to the ropes, so that she fell on the top rope with the small of her back. Gravity did the dirty work of cracking her spine.

The crowd reviled Allison, but still watched in guilty amazement as Lan's beating continued. Every sadistic streak in the stands was salivating while Allison took her time hurting Lan, and enjoyed every moment of it.

Lan was rather unceremoniously dropped from Allison’s grasp down onto the ropes, her back landing on the top one and bending over it, Lan feeling as if her lower body was about to become detached from the upper half. But it wasn’t. She was still okay, and could feel her toes when she wiggled them. They were just about the only part of her body that wasn’t burning with pain right now.

“Nnnn…nnnggh…” Lan groaned, as she would slowly try to straighten herself up, looking at Allison anxiously, waiting for the next blow to fall. The European woman seemed to be taking a little break to admire her work. Lan wanted to take advantage of it. She might not have many more chances left, the way this match was going.

“Rrrrrrraaah!” Lan roared, launching one leg out to kick at Allison’s midsection as hard as she could. If she could get in one solid kick and force Allison to back up, then maybe, just maybe, she would have time to recover and try to get back into this match.