Broken Dolls: Seren Morgan VS Allison Heart

Standard Match
Win by Pinfall, Submission, or DQ

Spoiler:

Allison was a bit nervous tonight. She’d been given a match…one that was against a rather infamous character from the UK. The blond had actually seen a match of her’s before…it wasn’t very pretty. At least it was a standard match tonight…Allison wouldn’t dare getting into a hardcore anything with this woman. But in a standard match the dirty doll stood a chance…hopefully at least. So after putting on her red and white bikini outfit, the blond brit would start to make her way out of the locker room so she could get things started.

Allison’s theme would blast out of the speakers as the brit ran out in her cute little two piece and red boots. Hands waving to the crowd while she skipped down the ramp, the brit was always happy to see a happy crowd. After all, it took her mind off the fact that her opponent was really scary…

So when Allison finally did reach the ring, she’d slide right under the ropes and into the ring on her belly. Then after popping up on her feet, the dirty doll would blow a bunch of kisses before finally resting back against her corner. Now all that was left was for her opponent to make her appearance.

Seren:

She had been there, watching as the slender blond has walked right by her without so much as a glance. Still and quiet, she blended in nicely within the darkened spaced of gorilla position. As the curtains settled she stepped up to peer out the thin slit at her prancing prey as she made her way down to ringside. There was an urge, that gnawed at her with each bounce of those perfect curls. Should easily leave before her music even played and take the small girl from behind. There was no risk of disqualification if the bell never rang, no soiling of this one's freshly minted record with a new promotion. She breathed in deeply through her nostrils, the lingering scent of her newest plaything yet lingered in the breezeless corridor. Her opportunity had ended as Allison basked the the adulation of the crowd. "Do they know?" She asked quietly in a tone no louder than a whisper. Her eyes fell upon the gnarly plush which dangled from her closed fist. It stared back at her with dead, lifeless eyes, leaving the question to linger. "They don't... We'll show them."

The echoing sounds of a winding down music box echoed through the arena, confusing the ill informed crowds as they waited to see who would come from beyond the curtains. The arena fell dark as she blushed back, the infrequent strobe effect cutting on and off which gave her the appearance of closing sudden distance each time she was visible in the flickering light. Behind dragged a long bike chain of what appeared to be chibi dolls haphazardly stitched together, dragging along the entry ramp. Her music blared, bass thumping through the speakers like a beating heart obscuring the rattle of the chain she dragged. She captivated them all, not with her beauty or her physique, no. It was the spectacle of it all. As she reached the edge of the ring, the strobe gradually slowed as Seren peered up unblinking at Allison. Was she afraid? She had good reason to be. The arena went dark once more, her music stopped. When the lights raised once more, she was already in the ring. The referee made her way over, motioning to take the hefty plush from her before starting the match. She was met with a empty glare as Seren pushed past her to set both "baby" and the bike chain of dolls down beneath the turnbuckle.

She was very particular of how the items were staged, standing the horrible little Frankenstein chibis up in such a way they were a personal audience for what was about to transpire. As she stood at her full height, she moved to the center of the ring to stare down Allison. Seren was a stone wall of emotion, giving nothing of her thoughts away to the stranger. Has she not seen the tall black clad woman come down from the ramp, one might assume she were some manner of mannequin placed in the ring with how little she seemed to move.

Allison could say without a doubt that she was scared. Her opponent was way worse than she remembered. Not in the hulking monster sorta way...but the cold, vicious, serial killer sorta way! Seren had freaking dolls on a chain dragging behind her! And because of that, Allison's psycho senses were ringing like crazy as the woman made her way down to the ring slowly while a strobe light went off. It was like watching the girl from the ring skip forward in space without moving...god she hated that movie...

It was hurting the doll's eyes to stare, but when the lights went out a second time, the blond would yelp and jump back as Seren was already standing in the ring.

"Really!? Do you really need to do that!? REALLY!!?" Allison would shout as she held her beating chest. Her breathes were rapid from the adrenaline running through her veins, which would actually help her in this fight...so maybe this was a good thing? Still, her opponent was barely paying her panic attack any notice as she put her chibis in the corner so they'd all be neat and tidy.

Seren would approach her soon enough, though, and when she did...Allison was still not ready for this. She had tried to be, but it didn't work out. How could she be prepared for THIS after all? So with the dark haired psycho in front of her Allison would do would she did best...flirt.

"Hehe...I hope we can have a good match~ I always had a thing for the mysterious type~" the dirty doll would purr as she gave Seren a lustful look and blew her a quick kiss. Hopefully this would become a beauty and the beast sort of thing...

Standing this close they could touch one another, the dark sunken rings under her eyes were readily visible. Those swirling purple voids staring not only down at Allison, but directly through the bikini clad doll. There was that sensation again, that clawing in the back of her mind. One corner of her lip twitched, slowly raising in what would could call a smirk if they really stretched the definition. Who was this foolish little woman and why had they say fit to lay her before Seren like a sacrificial lamb. It would be impossible to tell if the flirtations made it through.

As the bell rang, her eyes snapped briefly to the timekeeper's area before setting back down on the blond doll. her hand jutted out, and stood their hanging in the air... An offered handshake? Perhaps she wasn't nearly as bad as stories said. After all, who was to say all of this was not just an elaborate act. Seren wouldn't be the first person to live her character in the ring after all. But what was the doll to do? Should she risk taking this woman's hand, or press the assault now that the match was officially under way.

Allison was many things. Short, cute, perverted, and yes, a ditz sometimes. But the doll wasn't so stupid that she'd just take Seren's hand when the woman didn't respond to her flirt. PLUS, the blond definitely saw a twitch of her opponent's lips...a bad one...a really, really bad one that made her feel uneasy. That was an immediate red flag. One that Allison was going to be cautious of when she suddenly ran away towards the ropes.

"Nope!" the doll would shout as she turned her back on the ominous woman and raced away from her. Allison didn't even attempt to reach out her hand, because with the match already started, she didn't want to risk it.

The brit wasn't retreating, though. No, Allison was trying to get some momentum from bouncing off the ropes so that she could fly at her opponent with a running dropkick! The dirty doll would aim her sights on Seren's midsection so she could knock the air out of her early. Of course first she had to run away from, and then hit the unstable woman. A task that might be more difficult than it seemed...and Allison already had her doubts about this plan of attack...

A gesture spurned, but for the best. Seren had no good intentions if the smaller woman taken her hand. Though in truth, nothing that was going to happen between them was likely going to be good for Allison. As the blond turned tail to run, she was already in pursuit. Her long heavy strides thumped against the canvas in pursuit of the bikini clad elf. The game had begun, but what good was a playing cat and mouse when the rodent could be caught with such ease? As it stood, she doubted Allison would provide her a challenge, so would have to make due finding her own way to amuse herself. Not unlike cats, she would play with her food before putting an end to its suffering.

Her arm outstretched to her side reared back in anticipation, a faint glint in her eyes visible for an instant as Allison attempted to spring off the ropes and they locked eyes. It was only right to greet the woman. It was almost as if Allison, in her haste was running through ancient ruins and triggered a bladed wall trap long forgotten.  Seren's arm came around so quickly it seemed to cut through the slice with a whistle. The lariat was aimed to strike at the smaller woman's upper body in such a way it would bowl her over the top rope and spill the blond on the outside should it connect.

Allison had no clue just how close her opponent was behind her as she turned to bounce off the ropes. But when she finally rebounded off them, the dirty doll received a vicious lariat right to her neck! One that was so powerful, it knocked the blond right off her feet, which caused her to land awkwardly on her upper back and neck. Meanwhile her legs would fold up to her her head, which gave Seren and the whole audience a good look at her covered crotch and butt that were pointing up towards the ceiling.

The pain inflicted that was on Allison was pretty hard to endure, but in this position, what the dirty doll couldn't endure was the humiliation! Sadly, the brit's lights had been nearly knocked out by the wicked lariat. Allison would need a bit more time before she could get back on her feet.

"Owwwie...you....big...weird meanie..." the blond would grumble as she stared hazily at the lights. She had a feeling this was going to be a very loooong match...

How kind of the small girl to land so perfectly, legs upright almost as if in an invitation. She loomed over the smaller girl, idly walking her fingers along the soles of her booties until her fingers went to wrap themselves around her ankles with a vice-like grip. There was no need to this one to be shy, not now, as she held her legs apart. While not her intention, the crowd seemed to enjoy the spectacle, garnering her a few cheers... or perhaps they were simply cheers for the perk girl's panties, it mattered very little to her. She observed her helpless foe writhing on the ground, knowing she would later need to recreate her as an actually doll once she had finished here. For now, she was in no hurry. While this one seemed to provide little challenge, she would serve as a taste of what was to come with her time in AFW.

Holding Allison spread wide for the arena, he casually lifted her foot and brought it down, seeking to bury her heel between the downed girls legs and grind it into her crotch. She stares down at the girl with bated breath, taking in every uncomfortable twitch, every pull to break free, and whatever symphony of cries would surely come from those loft lips. Someone must have had it out for this poor girl, to place her in the ring with Seren.

Allison could could only watch hazily as Seren spread her legs even wider apart. Looking up at the menacing figure, she looked even scarier just by standing above the blond, but the worst part was when she felt a sudden, intense pain that brought her back fully into reality.

"WAAAHH!!! S-STOP IT! AAAAHHH!!!" Allison would cry out after her opponent stomped down on her crotch and started to grind the heel of her boot on it. The dirty doll would squirm and flail her arms from the incredible pain she was feeling. Her opponent was one sadistic bitch, that was for sure. Allison couldn't even do anything to fight back like this...but maybe she could force a break. Tilting her head backwards, the blond would look at the ropes that were rather close to her thanks to how quickly she had been struck with a lariat after having bounced off of them. Maybe it was a good thing that she had been hit so quickly...no...no it was still a bad, bad thing. There was no arguing that...

Another blood curdling cry would escape Allison's lips as Seren continued to torture her crotch while in this humiliating hold. But despite this terrible pain, the brit would try to reach up and back towards the ropes so she could grab the bottom one with both of her hands. The desperate doll would also try to stretch her back and arms as much as she possibly could to reach for her salvation with tears already in her eyes.

Her lips parted, not unlike Allison legs had, a slow gentle easing until her grin was visible. Sharp and wide, her pristine teeth featured so promontory and with such stark contrast to how she had behaved to this point. She was clearly enjoying herself, though it was uncertain which if any of what lay before her had finally triggered the show of emotion. As the small bikini clad woman writhed and cried on the ground, she worked a few more noticeably gentle kneading with her foot against her crotch. Equal parts pain and pleasure, sowing the seeds of doubt and confusion. Perhaps this self proclaimed "dirty doll" would second guess herself if placed in another compromising predicament, hoping for more of one than the other. This was how she trained her opponents, wearing them down both mentally and physically, her methods spoke louder than she ever needed to.

"That's enough! Break!" The referee girl hand stepped up beside Seren, waving her arms. Her eyes drifted down to Allison's outstretched arm, grasping desperately onto the bottom rope. "One! ...Two!" She held the hold, ignoring the steady count of the referee to release at first. Making sure to press her weight down into the girl beneath her one final time to make her irritation known. "Three! ...Four!" She abruptly withdrew, taking a long step back. She would release the girl on her own terms if they were going to try and force her. She violently yanked her arms up, holding tightly onto her skinny ankles to throw her straight up as hard as she could before releasing her to fall naturally back to the mat.

Seren backed away slowly, smirking down at the referee who was in her face now like a buzzing fly. She wanted to reach out and swat this woman so badly, but knew doing so would prematurely end her play session. She was being waved off and directed to back away and give Allison space, not being given any leeway now from the authoritarian peacekeeper. She held her arms up mock surrender as she took slow deliberate steps back as directed. The referee would go to Allison's side, making sure she was in alright condition to continue the match.