Priscilla Haynes vs Anja the Raven

It was a quite heavy landing, and many spectators groaned in sympathy when they could take a more close look on the carnage that had been the announcers table some mere seconds ago. Now it was a wild mess compromised of some monitors that had been flown around, some glass from said monitors, some papers that had decorated the desk for the sake of the statistic fans, and right in the middle of this, the slowly moving back of Anja. Not moving in a sense that she was about to get up, but rather that she was still breathing.

Meanwhile the referee had already counted to THREE.

Priscilla was on the table alongside Anja, breathing shallowly after their brutal crashing onto the announcer table. She showed no sign of getting up even as the referee started counting. While she might be conscious at the moment, she didn't seem to be in any shape to get up. Her whole body was aching because not only her body crashed onto the table, but also all the other items on the table making the landing more painful.

When the referee counted up to five, Priscilla tried to lift her arm, but it flopped down, landing on Anja's body.

"SIX!"

Both women would require some time to actually recover, and due to their situation, they didn't have enough time for that.

After her ears had picked up the groan of sympathy, the Blonde had twitched a little bit by reflex until the loudest noise had subsided and she mainly heard the call of the referee counting them both out. Groaning heartily in a failing attempt to just raise her head, one of her hands moved a little bit away from a particularly uncomfortable heap of debris that was mainly made out a broken piece of furniture and a little collection of glass and paper.

"...Uhn..."
She groaned a little after the hand of Priscilla fell on her hip while the referee counted to NINE.

Bit by bit, Priscilla started to regain her clarity over what happened, but her whole body was still in pain, and even though the ref continued counting, she still showed no sign of getting up anytime soon. She could feel her hand landing on Anja's hip. Letting out a light groan, she tried to lift her hand again, but she didn't have enough strength for that. In frustration, she gave Anja's hip a squeeze.

The referee had counted to nine, and both wrestlers still couldn't get up. At this rate, both of them would be counted-out. Even if any one of them managed to get back, there's no way they had enough time to return back into the ring.

"TEN!"

Priscilla was still on the table, not getting up. The same might be the same for her blonde opponent.

TEN!

"Ngjeh!!"
The Blonde groaned again as if she had been asleep and someone was trying to wake her up much too early in the morning. According to that feeling, she would slowly raise her hand and attempt to flail in the general direction of Priscilla, if you could call that slow up and down flailing in any serious attempt.

Speaking of official and serious attempts, the referee had rolled through under the bottom rope and made the X for the paramedics to pick up the two girls, maybe with stretchers or just to generally check if they were okay after their fall through the table.

Priscilla groaned, feeling Anja's hand flailing at her way. The objects on the table made her harsh landing even more painful. She tried to shift her body, rolling over slightly, only to groan again after feeling sharp pain on her side. She was barely aware of everything around her, but due to the pain, she was unable to do much at this point besides being carried out via a stretcher. One might assume that her opponent would also have to be brought out the same way as well.

A few minutes later, the paramedics would come and check their condition. Priscilla needed to be carried out via stretcher after being checked by them.

Being stretchered out surely was not to the liking of many people, but Anja still had a cracked smile on her face when she was turned around. Not that she had much fun being a projectile striking through a wooden barrier. But the match had been a back and forth and the Blonde was always glad to meet a girl that could give her competition and was also a little bit kinky on her own when she remembered their little talks in the match. She would fit in pretty well with the AFW circus, that was a given for Anja.

"Uhn!!"
She groaned when she was lifted on a stretcher herself, turning her head into the direction of Priscilla.
"That was..fun..."

Despite needing to be stretchered out, Priscilla couldn't help but crack a smile. It was a very fun match to have despite the unsatisfying ending. She was glad to meet Anja, someone who had forced her to go all out, and if she could help it, she would like to fight her once again, not only because she was interesting, but also to see if they could bring their clash towards a more satisfying conclusion.

"Nnghh..." she groaned as she was lifted on a stretcher. She looked at the blonde, who was put on another stretcher and listened to her words. Smiling at her, she would respond to her.

"Let's... fight again... someday..."

And so, both girls would be brought backstage where they would be getting their medical attentions.

Draw