Allison Watson Vs. Bonnie Gastin: Rematch!

Jocelyn stepped over Allison and looked down at her as she planted her feet on either side of the fallen Brit. "I said it was a gift for you. I know it's just perfect."

Jocelyn bent down and slipped the collar around Allison's neck. She then caressed Allison's cheek with her hand and stood up.

She was finally able to turn and look at the others. "You were pretty messy today, Sarah." Jocelyn said, finally cracking a smile.

"Oi! You twats ok?!"

Sprawled out and unconscious, Bonnie didn't move a muscle. Even as Allison tore open her corset and ripped it off. Leaving Bonnie on the mat in her black bra and panties, unmoving until she felt the vibrations of the ring around her. It caused her to stir a bit. Her eyes fluttering open to see Jocelyn standing over a bloodied and beaten Allison.

"P-Pf..." Bonnie spat some blood out of her mouth as she looked at Jocelyn, not saying a word as her mouth hurt too much. But she gave the indication that she was alright, with a simple nod and...

Wait did Jocelyn ask if she was okay!? Bonnie's eyes widened and slowly but surely she was forcing herself to stand up. What the hell was going on!?!?

She looked over to Mercy and while keeping her eyes on the duo, tried to crawl over towards the pink haired girl.

Allison's eyes slipped in and out of focus as she slowly lifted her head again. Her fingers touched the leather collar on her neck, and she twisted to the side to look up at Jocelyn. Blood ran between her teeth, and from a gash in her bottom lip, giving her a bloody maw like a feeding lioness.

She beckoned for her to come closer.

"I have a seeecret for youuuu..." She sang in a voice like a whisper.

Mercy's only acknowledgement that she was still alive was a long, slow groan. Her body still dangled mostly off the rope and she was only now starting to come to.

Jocelyn turned back and looked at Allison. She gave the end of the leash she was holding a hard tug and then bent over.

"I'd love to hear all your secrets, Sarah." She purred. "We can find a nice little spot and catch up, ok?" She said, ignoring Bonnie after she had looked her and Mercy over briefly.

Allison shook her head slowly and gave a bloody smile. She beckoned insistently to Jocelyn, and gazed at her with enigmatic, and utterly enticing eyes.

Bonnie looked, in confusion before turning to Mercy. She was okay it seemed but Bonnie still felt bad that the little paralegal had to get fucked with by Allison when she had done thing to deserve that.

Looking at the two, she felt out of place and weak. She couldn't beat Allison again and here was another girl who had also defeated her, also in the ring. Saving her.

Bonnie lowered her head, she felt like a fucking weak ass damsel.

Jocelyn narrowed her eyes. She gripped the leashe righty and then stepped over Allison again and squared down on the small of her back. Jocelyn then ran her figures through Allison's short, blonde locks and then tugged hard, pulling Allison's head back.

Jocelyn the leaned forward. "Tell me a secret, Sarah." Jocelyn purred into the Brit's ear.

Allison endured Jocelyn's pulling on her hair without batting an eye. The pain, the physical damage to her neck, her face, her body... Allison was tough, on a scale that common people didn't understand.

She took a moment to smooth out her face where it hinted at her pain, and then breathed a whimsical sigh. "Oh, I changed my miiiind..." She sang, and looked out at the arena lights.

Jocelyn smiled at Allison's words. "Of course. Well, we can go now then, Sarah." The Chistralian said and slid off of Allison.

Jocelyn stood up and began to tug on Allison's leash to start to try and yank her towards the ropes.

Bonnie was still shaking Mercy, trying to wake her while she looked on at the odd couple. She'd be lying if Allison on a leash wasn't hot but this whole scene was just weird and she felt bothered that Jocelyn had more or less 'beaten' her enemy while she was the one who had fight her. Or tried at least.

Did this mean things were over now?

"J-Jocelyn! Where are you going!?" She didn't know why she asked. But she wanted to know. "What the heck are you.... Even doin!?" It hurt to talk, all she tasted was blood in her mouth.