Zoey Hamilton vs Hannah Jericho - Hardcore bout

Zoey would be somewhat impressed that the veteran was still getting to her feet but she didn't want to show her any mercy, quite the opposite actually, the more will and determination someone had to turn the match around the more motivated Zoey would get to crush them and humiliate them, afterall what significance would the act of staying in a match despite being dominated have if the opponent was to hold back.
Zoey would let out a war scream as she jogged towards the woman in the corner, clearly used up to much of her stamina to break into a full sprint before bringing up her foot and landing a big boot against the corner bashing the the front of hannahs head into her foot and the back of her head into the turnbuckle.

The blonde heard the war cry and looked up, a foot greeting her face with a great impact. The pure force of the boot whipped her head back, making it connect with the top turnbuckle, her brain getting rattled from the shot. She was able to loop an arm around the top rope however, keeping herself standing. However she felt her knees give out and fell right onto her knees, arm now hooking the second rope, fighting desperately to stand up.

Zoey would look down at the woman in awe, amazed that she was still somewhat standing. even if only on her knees and supported by the ropes " If you get up one more time this match will by how much ass you eat " Zoey would say before dragging the woman to the middle of the ring, put her arm across the womans shoulder from the front before finally lifting the girl and throwing her back before putting out her knee to try and get Zoeys back to land on it.

The psychopath had felt herself being dragged to the middle, attempting to fight out of the the young girl's grasp. It was clear is was just instinct though, with the state that she was in she wasn't escaping. In fact she was getting lifted up with ease, coming back down across the knee, the blonde screaming out in agony, thrashing around as the pain shot through her back!

Zoey would look at the woman thrashing around and she knew deep down that she wasn't going to be down for a 3 count, But Zoey was getting desperate, she had did just about every move she had actually practiced. She knew that if the woman with a crazy high pain tolerance was going to kick out of the next pin she would need to start humiliating the girl again in order to break her since she didn't seem to be likely to give in when it comes to physical pain the Zoey would just need to go for mental anguish.
Zoey after falling to a knee from the last move would flop on top of the Hannah and go for another pin.

Zoey was right to go for the pin, covering the seemingly unpinnable blonde. The ref dived to the mat, starting her count.

"ONE!"

"TWO"

"TH-"

At the last second Hannah broke out of the pin, the crowd gasping and cheering. What was it going to take for Zoey to put Hannah away for the win? The blonde's instinct to survive seemed second to none, though it was clear it wasn't going to take much more to put her away.

Zoey was in absolute shock when she got thrown off the girl and would just sit down for a few seconds before deciding what to do. Zoey would then lift up Hannah's face and put her's only inches away from it and say " Awww don't say I didn't warn you. Hope you are ready to swallow my farts and sniff my crotch" Zoey would say before giving Hannah a big forceful kiss for a few seconds, after which Zoey would help the girl to her feet to perform herr next move.

The woman looked up dizzily before her face got grabbed, getting up close to Zoey's face. The woman snarled a little bit but before she could say anything the rookie planted a big, long kiss onto her lips, her eyes going wide. Hannah was soon dragged up to her feet, arms dangling a bit as she had leaned up against the younger wrestler, growling a bit. "I...I h-hate you..." She muttered out, gritting her teeth.

"There's a fine line between love and hate hen." Zoey would respond before pushing their bodies a bit closer together than Hannah would want before Irish whipping the psycho into the turnbuckle hoping she lands with her back against the turnbuckle.

The blonde psycho was soon whipped to the corner, it was a good thing that they were fairly close to the corner, otherwise Hannah would have fallen down on the way. The woman hit the corner with her side, coughing from the hard whip again. Hannah turned around, her back to the corner as she rested up against the corner, her face showed just how exhausted she actually was, now slumping a bit, still standing on her feet amazingly.