Allison Watson Vs. Bonnie Gastin: Rematch!

"Of course," Allison said. She shakily struggled to her feet while Jocelyn led her away like a dog, following almost obediently behind her on her hands and knees. It must have been a scene that came naturally to Jocelyn, but the problem was that while Jocelyn was herself a dog, Allison was not.

She grabbed the chain by her collar and gave it a heavy yank to start to turn Jocelyn around, and then pounced on her like a desperate predator. She clamped her hands around the sides of Jocelyn's head and stabbed her thumbs into the girl's eyes like she wanted to push them into her brain, all the while wearing a stomach-turning bloody grin.

"Time to go, Jocelyn..."

Jocelyn was spun around and faced Allison, only to be tackled to the ground. She grunted as she felt Allison's weight on top of top of her. But up until Allison pushed her eyeballs in, Jocelyn's visage remained stoic. Of course she had expected this. She knew Allison very well.

"Gnnhhgaaaaah!"

Jocelyn shrieked at the pain but her hands moved up and patted around Allison's cheek. "TELL ME A SECRET, SARAH!" Jocelyn shouted while she felt for Allison's lips. She then tried to force three of her fingers as hard and as deep as she could into Allison's mouth and throat.

This sight was just plan bizarre and lewd, she really couldn't take her eyes off pair, as confused and disgruntled as she felt right now. Bonnie thought Allison was done following her beating, but suddenly the lioness had sprung back to life and took down the woman who had ensnared her. It startled Bonnie who would look look in horror as Allison showed her famous mean streak, holding Jocelyn's head and pushing her thumbs into the woman's eyes.

"Aw SSSSHIT!" Bonnie exclaimed, wincing in sympathy as Allison tortured the screaming Jocelyn who fought back, almost beckoning Allison as she jammed her fingers inside the woman's throat.

Bonnie was frozen, she didn't know what to do. She stood there frozen as the two sought to ruin one another. Allison was her enemy but was Jocelyn still? She was barely in any condition to stand up and move very well anyway. She only knew that Jocelyn had saved her and that she wanted the Australian to pull through.

Allison bit down as hard as she could on Jocelyn's hand, not even content to break skin but trying to snap bone, but found herself gagging. She wretched once before she brought up on long, supple leg and stomped Jocelyn's arm down, pinning it to the mat and pulling it out of her mouth.

She took her thumbs off of Jocelyn's eyes and instead grabbed the chain connected to her collar, and quickly wrapped it once around Jocelyn's neck. She pulled both ends to choke her, and leaned her body down so that her face was close by.

"I love you," she rasped. "Isn't this love? We could conquer the world together. We could suck out every drop. We could burn it to the ground. Isn't... this... love?"

Jocelyn inhaled sharply. She could feel Allison's teeth trying to cut into her but she knew if she pushed harder, the deeper her hand got, the less effective the bite would be. She knew she could endure it.

Jocelyn writhed underneath Allison but didn't seem to be trying to completely get away. She'd come back for this moment, she wasn't going to blink in the face of the fire. The current situation was definitely not what she had desired, but it wasn't exactly an unexpected outcome either. Jocelyn knew she would have to endure this woman and already had, but she would get what she wanted and even as she was being strangled, her sputtering cough couldn't hide the gleam in her eyes. As she was forcibly drained of life, she seemed almost calm in contrast to Allison's psychotic demeanor. As calm as she could be while her body twitched and choked and tried to expel Allison, even if her mind... didn't. They were both pretty fucked up and now they were fucked up... together... again and the hot tears that rolled down her cheeks might not have been entirely from the pain she was suffering but rather excitement at hearing Allison's sweet, sweet, words.

"Love... you... too... khngh...." Jocelyn wheezed even as she brought her uninjured hand up and forced her sharp nails into Allison's forehead and raked her fingers down harshly along the skin until she reached Allison's eye.

Allison squeezed her eyes shut and let Jocelyn's claws rake down her face, leaving thin red trails on her skin, but she didn't pull away. Instead, even partially blinded and with her eyes closed, she leaned down and licked Jocelyn's face, running her tongue from her jaw, up the side of her face, to her forehead.

"I wonder who here deserves this collar the most..." She said in a sultry whisper. She put a finger to her lips and sat up, twisting around to look over at Bonnie and Mercy with a perfectly calm, pleasant smile and placid, red eyes.

Jocelyn was gagging and drooling but she remained fervent in her resistance. She practically moaned when Allison licked her face, or at least tried to between sputters. Indeed, she was quite turned on as it was. She tried to force her neck to the side to try and kiss Allison but the woman sat up.

Jocelyn turned and coughed, sucking in a breath while she sat up as wel, slowly and leaned lazily against Allison, panting against the Brit but keeping her face as stolid as she could otherwise.

"It's you, Sarah." She purred. "Ultimately." She added and then looked up to where Bonnie and Mercy were. "But... maybe for now, it's one of them." She said as she leaned forward even more and snapped her teeth hard against Allison's earlobe, all while looking at Bonnie and Mercy.

Mercy was slowly beginning to get to all fours and was rubbing her head, oblivious of the situation.

Bonnie helped Mercy off the ropes, trying to check on and revive her ally. Allison's high elevation atomic drop felt terrible, but she could only imagine how painful it must have felt for someone like poor little Mercy. Bonnie herself felt so tore up.

But her eyes couldn't escape the sight before her. A returning, formal and effeminate Jocelyn brutally fighting with a now insane Allison. It was awful the way they were torturing eachother, fighting like wild animals, with biting scratching and choking. Bonnie hated both these women but this was too much She found herself actually fearing for Jocelyn's health and life feared for Jocelyn's life as the mad Brit choked her with that chain. Jocelyn could live with a blood mouth, but she didn't trust Allison with that chain!

Sadly but to her astonishment, Allison got the upper-hand over Jocelyn, displaying that with a sensual lick to her face. Bonnie was looking on the whole time with an open mouth, she didn't know what to make of this insane, bizarre scene. But the moment saw Allison twist around to look at her and Mercy before creepily smiling with her bloody mouth and piercing stare as sat subbed by her, nipping at Allison's ear while she too, looked at Mercy and Bonnie.

Bonnie felt a chill go down her spine. Her fear was so visible within her deep blue eyes, but as she looked at Mercy who was barely starting to stir, she'd look back at Allison and Jocelyn. She looked around, praying and hoping for Duffy and Clyde to come in and help but they weren't around it seemed. Bonnie was alone with her friend, she was tired and battered but she could at least put up a fight. Mercy would have no chance.

And with one last gaze towards her depraved enemies. Bonnie set Mercy down and shakily stood up, her exposed breasts swaying, she thought nothing of the crowd hooting and hollering for her. She instead would force herself up and wipe the back of her hand across her bloody mouth before tiredly raising her fists and shaking them in front of her, giving an exhausted but determined gesture for Allison and Jocelyn to bring it.

"C'MOONNN!!!!!!" She screamed as loud as she could, tears in her eyes with a bit of blood down the side of her lip, her once nice looking blonde hair now a mess. She didn't have the capacity to runaway or carry Mercy out. But she assured herself that no matter what happened, they would not take Mercy.

ZzzzzWHAP!

Backstage, Jamie's sparkly, purple yo-yo flashed out of her hand and smacked the scary German girl right between the eyes.

"Ha! That's right, go back to Germany!" She shouted obnoxiously, and scuttled back from the angry girl. She had found her standing near the staging area before the arena, and quickly commenced her master plan to lure her away from it, like a bullfighter. She made a mental note: she should really get a cape.

"Whatsa matter? Huh? Does your face hurt?"

ZzzzzWHAP!

Duffy snarled at the blonde and ran at her once the plastic yo yo bounced off her face. It hurt enough to piss her off once but a few times and there was a small red spot. Still, she wasn't learning and continued to throw punches into the air where Jame was backing away from.

She wished she was drunk. She was going to be by the time this was over. Once she cracked this bitch across the jaw with a good right hook.

"Haud yer wheesht ya ruddy arsed cunt!" Duffy screamed. "A’ll gie ye a skelpit lug! Stand still! Rrrrgh! " Duffy bent her knees and lunged at Jamie, trying to spear the girl to the ground.