Allison Watson Vs. Bonnie Gastin: Rematch!

Match Type: Standard
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout
Special conditions: Clyde Gastin and Liu Jiao Jocelyn are banned from the arena for the duration of the match. Mercy Wrenn is the special guest referee.

Mercy took a deep breath and looked in the mirror one last time. Even if she was wearing a silly shirt, she still looked good. That didn't mean she was nervous. She'd read through the entire guide to officiating wrestling handbook and memorized most of it, but this match was much more than knowing the rules. It was bigger than any case she'd been involved in for sure, even though, seemingly, much less was at stake. Only on the surface was that true.

She tugged on her black and white striped shirt and then made her way down the arena ramp. There wasn't going to be any pomp and circumstance for her tonight as the ring announcer informed the audience what her role would be if it wasn't obvious by her dress. She slipped between the ropes and took her spot next to the ring announcer. She crossed her arms behind her back, swallowed hard and looked to the entrance, waiting the two girls whose fate she held in her hands for the next several minutes.

Allison was full of surprises.

After a short drum and bass intro, the arena was plunged deep into heavy, dark, throbbing industrial rock. At the top of the ramp, Allison made her entrance.

Whenever I'm alone with you...

Her long, elegant legs carried her with graceful strides down the ramp, head held high, poised like royalty. She was sexy and aloof, intimidating and enticing, and when she got to the ring she towered over little Mercy Wrenn.

You make me feel like I am whole again...

Her feline, emerald eyes softened somewhat when they met hers. She let a moment pass before she walked past her, placing her feet on a line so that her hips swayed slow with each step, and moved to her corner to await her opponent.

Bonnie Gastin was full of surprises.

She had avoided her brother and girlfriend for a while, she had locked herself away, studying footage from a wrestling promotion by the name of E.V.E. to prepare for her match against her nemesis, Allison Watson. To avenge herself, and Yi Lan, to win for Clyde and Duffy and put an end to this horrible fisaco once and for all.

Too long had she been plagued by Allison's mind games as she tortured her, toyed with her family and... Too long had Bonnie lost her happy self because of Allison. She was scared of crossing over into a darker side. And yet kind of wanted to.

But she knew she had to do the right thing. She hoped she had found out with people like Violate and Taylor in her corner. She just wished the prep for this sort of thing didn't take so long. She felt out of place, like in another person's skin. It was so surreal and even nauseating to be doing this because it wasn't her. Nevermind that sick feeling in her stomach from being so nervous to fight Allison again, partly afraid now that she was alone in the ring with her without her bro. But she didn't need him. It wouldn't be like last time. Instead it only be, the last time.

After Allison made her entrance in front of a crowd that booed her, save for those who were at front row and couldn't resist cat calling and drooling over the haughty Brit that strode by so elegantly. Bonnie saw them and smirked as the lights slowly dimmed and...

Unclosed Desires began to creep over the arena speakers as Bonnie Gastin, made her way onto the stage, her body like a silhouette as she took elegant but eager strides onto the ramp, giving perky little steps down the ramp until she stepped into the lights.

The crowd was stunned by the sight of her, she wasn't using a rowdy motley crue entrance, she didn't even come down looking like a raging, vengeful southern brawler. She looked like someone else entirely, strolling down the ramp, happily high-fiving fans and even giving one of them a tight ol' hug before she took dainty steps  up the steel steps, daintily going under the middle rope to step in the ring, giving a cute little spin before blowing a kiss to the... Obviously stunned audience before turning to Allison and Mercy with the widest grin on her face, throwing her hair behind her shoulders before placing one foot out and cocking her hip to the side, placing a hand on her knee pad while she bent over slightly, flashing Allison a sly little wink.

Apperance!:

The crowd was stunned.

The song made Allison's eye twitch. The Gastins certainly had an affinity for going after her via her niece... But once she saw Bonnie standing there at the top of the ramp, a broad, delighted grin spread across her face.

She glanced at Mercy to see if the ref was in on the joke, and then her eyes remained fixed on her opponent as she made her way to the ring and posed in front of her. She felt as if Bonnie had come to perform just for her, for her amusement, and she loved it.

"You look wonderful, Sarah!" She exclaimed with a laugh. "What do you think of what I've done with our hair. D'you like it?" She said, gently smoothing down her short blonde hair, as if talking to herself was the most natural thing in the world.

Mercy's eyes focused on Allison as she stalked down the ramp and into the ring. She couldn't help but be transfixed on the woman. She commanded attention even if Mercy hadn't known her. However, Mercy was intimately acquainted with Allison and that only served to make things worse.

As Allison slipped past her, Mercy continued to stare and followed along like a little puppy. She turned her head while she was next to the woman and bashfully tried to do her job. "Um... excuse me, I ..." She muttered as she knelt down and began to check Allison's boots for foreign objects. Her hands did the job professionally but her fingers stopped when they touched flesh, resting as there as the new nusic began.

Mercy turned to look. What was playing seemed off but what she saw made her mouth drop. "Holy crap..." She watched Bonnie all the way down to the ramp. only shaken from her stupor when Allison spoke. Mercy then slowly backed away from Allison until she could turn and quickly shuffle over to Bonnie so she could check the girl for foreign objects as well.

"Geeze... Bonnie..." Mercy whispered as she knelt down and began to pat Bonnie's boots.

Bonnie felt so out of place. So weird... and yet... Sexy! She felt a wave of confidence in dressing like this, but most of all, what fueled her was to see how Allison would react. To see her all wide mouthed and shocked! Maybe even offended that she was being parodied! Mocked!

What she got nearly had Bonnie fall over. Allison just laughed with amusement! She seemed excited to be talking to a younger version of herself!

"It was a lot of work." Bonnie muttered, not allowing herself to lose her cool, keeping her stare fixated sternly on Allison as Mercy, went to pat her boots.

"Hello, Mercy." Bonnie said casually while smirking back at Allison. "I'm glad you're so pleased to talk to yourself." Bonnie said coyly while thinking of Yi Lan and the humilation that her friend had suffered against Allison.

"Oh, well it's been so long, darling," Allison purred. "And just look how far we've come. Don't worry at all, though. I will help you along every step of the way."

The bell rang and Allison nodded to Mercy before striding out of her corner to the middle of the ring. Bonnie could hardly do the look justice, but she had to give her points for the effort. It was clearly the best she could do, though she could never cover up that horrible farm-girl accent of hers. Allison couldn't wait to see what she was prepared to do.

"Mercy, in case you've not had the pleasure, meet Sarah Allison Watson. I think, as a professional, she might go by Allison. For a fresh start, yeah?" Her green eyes twinkled at Bonnie, but her body remained relaxed, as if they weren't in a ring to fight to the finish.

"Yeah. You sure have come a long way from being a sweet little girl... To a cold hearted bitch." So the first part of the plan wasn't going as she hoped but she did sort of expect Allison to not be upset. She was just hoping for it.

The bell rang and Bonnie strolled to the center of the ring carefully as she heard Allison talk with Mercy and introduce 'Sarah'. Or Bonnison.

"A fresh start was needed, considering how much you sucked." Bonnie spat before carefully lurching towards Allison, not bothering with a lock up, she lashed her leg out, to slam boot covered padded shin into Allison's calf.

Allison gave no response to Bonnie's insult, and nearly none to her kick. She lifted her leg slightly, and it was nearly swatted out from under her, but she kept her balance and then reached out for Bonnie. She slapped on a tight collar and elbow tie, and put her head in close against the side of Bonnie's.

"But I can help you..." She whispered.

Bonnie grinned her kick stuck, the crowd head emitting some echoing 'Awes' as the woman was rendered briefly unbalanced before she lashed out for Bonnie. The Texan tensed up and put one arm on Allison's shoulder while her other hand rested on the back of her head, gritting her teeth as she pushed against Allison as the Brit leaned eerily close to Bonnie's head, feeling a tingle go down her spine as she felt Allison's velvet voice tickle her ear.

"Don't want it." She snapped, trying to lift her right leg and tag Allison's right leg with the bottom of her foot before grabbing the woman's left arm while she dropped back, trying to preform an arm drag and toss Allison onto her side behind her.