Lea Vs Alouette LeBeau: And The Roughest Impressions

The force of a figure such as Alouettes landing a kick like that was almost shotgun-esque. The muscle had nothing to do with the power, but it certainly did not help. Lea could not remember the last time she had been forced off her feet so outright. Soon finding the bigger woman joining her, the wounded blonde would extend a hand, slapping at the hands that soon bound her to no avail.

Hoisted again like childs play against the massive figure that was Alouette, Lea could but sigh against her foes stomach as she dangled over the top of her shoulder. Momentum put into her frame, she soon found herself forced to hollow out the ears of the local fans with a horrific scream; the giant bringing her down upon the barely covered canvas with a running power slam of sorts. The referee could make her count all she wanted. Right now, Lea could only extend one hand to the apron to her side, pulling on it with all the force of a toddler in an effort to find her feet. The other, rightfully cradled her aching back.

Alouette was lying right next to her opponent and smiled at her. It was finally payback time for the French and she could give anything back she just got from that little bitch. With a smirk on her face Alouette would slowly put her face right over the face to Lea.
“Still nothing to say? Nothing like please stop… oh I beg you please stop it!”, would Alouette say right into her face with a teasing Tone, before pushing herself back up to her feet. The French would stand over her opponent for a moment, before trying to grab her arm and pull her back up to her feet.
When Lea was standing in front of Alouette the French wasn´t wasting any time and would tear at the arm of her opponent to pull her forward trying to whip her right into the next steel stars with all she got. Alouette was planning on hurting Lea badly with this move, so she wouldn´t hold back anything. The fans loved it see these two big women trying to break each other apart, with all they got.

Pulling on the apron, Lea only just managed to gain but a inch off the ground when she heard her taller foe begin to goad her. Such would gain no verbal response obviously, save for a grunt, which was mostly given amidst the girls ache regardless. Her rise forced to quicken by her foes tearing at her figure, Lea could but grunt as she was forced to gaze right at the beauty who now had full control of her. Her arm gripped with all the force of the jaws of life, Lea knew fully well what her taller foe had in mind given where she began to pull her.

Obviously, she intended otherwise.

The moment she was thrown forward, she'd latch her hand onto the arm that gripped her. Twisting her foot, she'd aim to use her opponents momentum against her to instead throw Alouette herself into the stairs, attempting something of a comeback!

Alouette was already looking forward to throw her opponent into the steel like that. She was imagining how her opponent would cry out in pain when she would land there and was stopped in the roughest way possible. That was going to be so great. Unluckily it was only happening in the head of the French giant. Because just before she was about to let go of Lea the woman started to twist herself a bit. Now she was the one pulling at alouettes arm with dame much force behind it.

So it came that the French woman was shoved right into the steps, full speed by Lea. Alouette started to cry out loudly when she hit the steel and fall down to the floor. She hit them shoulder first and that would leave a mark on her. When she was laying on the floor she was holding her shoulder which was burning like hell right now.

To her humiliation the stairs would start falling right on top of her and bury her right under them. Alouette was moaning out while she was lying under the steps. The crowed started to laugh out loud when they saw what just happened and how alouette was suffering the fate she though for Lea.

Although Alouette was in great pain right now she was swearing to herself that she would make Lea pay for this…
 

Lea was still in this. Barely. Had she twisted her leg, or swivelled her momentum either a second later, her own back would now be meeting steel. She didn't have time to lament on what could have been though. She had the advantage, and more importantly, she wanted Alouette to pay. First though, she'd latch hands to the ring apron. Taking several deep, long breaths, the blonde powerhouse would attempt to take what rest she could. She was tough, but no train ran without fuel. And whats more, her next scheme of sorts involved Alouette rising without her aid; or more, rising with distance still between herself and Lea.

For the moment the French giant had arisen, Lea would kick off her feet. Running into the giant, she'd try to combine all the force she could master along with the stairs right behind Alouette; trying to essentially make her trip over them, and awkwardly fall to the ground and stairs both with her atop! With little regard for what impact she took!

Alouette was breathing heavily when she was layin next to the stairs. She would shake her head for a moment and hold it then. Why does this stupid bitch Lea keep running her plans, couldn´t the blond slut just take her punishment without fighting back?
Alouette was starting to get annoyed from her and when someone was annoying Alouette this person would get to know her fists.

ALouette would need a moment until she pushed her hands against the cold floor pressing her body away from it to her hands and knees before putting one boot agaisn the floor to push herself back up. When she was just about to stand again Lea strike again. Before alouette was able to turn around fully she saw how her opponent was running towards her pretty fast, before kick send her flying backwards over the stairs back to the floor. ALouette would hold her chest after that kick.

Lea was somewhat lucky.

Had Alouette being any smaller, or any less of a cushion, she too would of likely landed awkwardly. Again, not as awkwardly nor as painfully as her foe, but she certainly couldn't be so careless yet still with a foe who could likely bench press her with a single arm.

Slowly, on her knees again, she'd rise. As ever.

This time there was little space between herself and her foe, save for a few inches at best. Reaching her hand down, she'd latch her fingers in between those long locks, before trying to suggest the girl rise with some harsh pulling of the hair. She wanted to rest, of course. But she wanted to destroy this woman outright even more, and no lack of air nor energy was going to stop her.

Alouette was on the floor breathing heavily. Lea did a really number on the giant woman. The French couldn´t point another match in her whole carrier, even from before the AFW time, when she got so much beaten up. Normally her strength was more than enough to overpower any opponent and win a match that way. But with lea this wasn´t just working.

Suddenly when Alouette was still deep in her thoughts she felt how a strong hand was grabbing her hair before it was tearing her upwards forcing her to get back up to her feet as well. Alouette would cry out loudly in pain when her opponent was pulling her up in such a unfriendly way. The two hands of the French were grabbing the wrist of Lea trying to rip her hand away from her blond hair. “Let go you slut!”, would alouette cry out loudly.
 

The list of wrestling moves Lea actually had in her repertoire was immensely low. Even the few she sometimes resorted to were not intentional; whenever she'd hook her arms for a suplex, or a slam, that was not Lea attempting to perform by the book wrestling. It was simply the fact she desired to throw her foe, and such a way just so happened to be the most fitting. The list of complex moves Lea knew was unsurprisingly, even lower. Unless one could count the blonde bending a limb or such as a sophisticated move, of course.

But with an idea for perhaps one of the few more complex, or rather not-simple, moves coming to mind, Lea's positioning seemed to make the move all the more perfectly timed. Still gripping those long golden locks, Lea would look behind herself a moment as she adjusted her positioning, until the post the stairs Alouette had just been pushed over were behind her. Smile coming back to her mug, arms going free of the giants hair just as she 'requested,' Lea would suddenly sidestep.

Swinging her legs low, outright giving up her standing posture, she'd try something of a drop toe hold via the crook of her foes knee; trying to not only force the giant straight forward before she could even fully stand, but ideally straight forward and face first into the post now revealed by Lea's sudden movements!

Alouette was struggling widely trying to force her opponent to let go of her hair. That hold was not so much painful for the French giant; it was more the problem that this hold was pretty humiliating for the big woman. Getting pulled around at her hair like a dog on the leash was something that wasn´t so high up on the list of things Alouette liked to do. So she would try to fight free with all she had. And she didn´t like the smile Lea had on her face. This Smile meant that Alouette would find herself in a heel of pain in just a few moments.
So Alouette decided, after her struggling wasn´t shown any effect that maybe that she should bring her fists to work to get out of this. Reaching back with her right fist she wanted to send a strike right to the head of the quiet woman right in front of her. That should give her a ride for her money.
But before the French was able to launch the strike against her opponent, she felt how Lea was pulling her forward a bit before dropping herself to the floor. In the next moment Alouette felt how two very strong legs were warped around her own legs. The legs of Lea were staring to move forcing the big Woman to fall downwards pretty fast, what lead to her head against the ring post. Alouette would scream out loudly one time before going down to the floor and laying there without moving any muscle.