Allison Watson vs Ingrid Ulrich

Allison's lip curled into a cold sneer and she reached out for Ingrid again, but before she could lay a hand on her she was taken off her feet by Ingrid's arm smashing through her chest.

She went down with a crash and a growl, she hadn't expected a boot to the gut to come back to her like that, and she angrily began hauling herself back up while maintaining as much dignity as possible.

Ingrid dropped to her knees as she hit with the clothesline and looked at Allison panting.

"I'll defeat you, witch, and send you to Hel." She declared as she stood up as well.

Ingrid lunged at Allison and wrapped her arms around the woman's side. She squeezed as tightly as she could and tried to heave the taller blonde up off her feet and over and back down to the mat with a strained side suplex.

Allison had murder in her eyes as she rose to her feet, and as she reached out to get her claws on Ingrid she saw only the things she would do to her.

She did not see the girl duck under and secure a waist lock, and while she immediately tried to defend, it was too late. She waved an arm in the air to try to keep her balance as she left the mat, but back she went regardless, and down for another heavy landing.

"Guugh!"

Ingrid huffed as Allison crashed to the ground and rattled the mat. The Icelander nodded in approval and roughly grabbed one of the blonde's legs. Almost defiantly, she mashed her bare chest down onto the Brit's face as she threw her other arm over Allison's to secure the pin.

"ONE!" The referee barked when she slid into position.

Allison competently bridged her body up enough to lift her shoulder and break the pin before the count of two, without the slightest hint of urgency. She was insulted by the pin, but she was more weary of young wrestlers and their foolish overconfidence.

"Are you quite finished?" She deadpanned, on hand on her back while she laid on the mat.

Ingrid grunted as the pin seemed to be broken rather easily. She sat up on her knees and then looked at Allison with a grin and a twinkle in her eyes. "If you're not, then I'm not!" She bellowed and raised her arms up in the air to try and smash Allison with a double axe handle!

Allison's nonchalance with her predicament cost her when Ingrid bludgeoned her with both arms. She had one hand to protect herself, but Ingrid's forearms hit hard and buried into Allison's midsection, folding her up off the mat before she rolled onto her side, now with both arms clutching her stomach.

When Allison rolled to the side, Ingrid buried one hand in the woman's short, blonde locks. Although she was a witch, she still seemed quite resilient. Ingrid would have to try and break her down just like Allison was trying to do to her. Except, Ingrid's methods were a bit more physical than mental.

She then reached for one of Allison's legs and rolled onto her butt and pushed both of her feet into Allison's side and leaned back like she was rowing a boat, except the oars were Allison's leg and hair.

What started as a growl grew to an anguished cry. "GrrrrrrRaaaaaagh!" Allison's body was bent painfully sideways, Ingrid's foot in her side and her short hair pulled tight. She closed her eyes and clenched her fist and clutched at Ingrid's hand while her chest heaved rhythmically up and down.

"Harder..." She hissed.

Ingrid was pulling, trying to put Allison in a rather painful submission. She thought she was doing a good job as she heard the blonde cry out in pain. However, what followed the groan of pain was surprising even to Ingrid. Her eyes widened and she nearly lost her grip but, she did do as Allison commanded.

"D-Devil woman!" She growled. "I'll give you more than you can handle!" She barked and pulled harder, trying to lean back as she strained herself. "RRrrrrrghhhh!"