Broken Dolls: Seren Morgan VS Allison Heart

Allison was in a great deal of pain as Seren pressed her foot down on her crotch. It wasn't the worst pain, though, as her opponent slowly started to get a little more gentle with her foot pressing. Despite the fact that she wanted to get free, Allison couldn't hep but enjoy it as pleasure and pain was delivered onto her. So when her hands finally caught the bottom rope, the dirty doll expected to be freed...but Seren didn't let go.

Instead, she just kept pressing down on the blond woman's crotch despite the ref girls warnings. Allison would start to moan softly as she gripped the rope with all her strength. She just couldn't handle the conflicting senses of pleasure and pain. When Seren finally let go of her, however, there was only pain in store for the blond. The sinister woman would yank Allison upwards by her ankles before letting go so that the brit would fall down on her back with a thud.

"Ack! ...ggrrrrr...I'll get you..." she'd growl while clutching the back of her head while the ref checked on her. "Yeah yeah...I'm...fine" Allison would say with labored breaths as she pushed herself back up on her feet. Not wanting to face Seren head on just yet, though, the dirty doll would stay close to the ropes until her strange foe came back at her. When that happened, Allison would quickly retreat out of the ring by rolling right on out of there. She needed to play this carefully, after all. If Seren got a hold of her again, she'd be like a rag doll at the woman's mercy! Which was particularly bad considering how merciless her opponent seemed to be...

Seren stood mid ring, a brow raised ever so slightly as she observed Allison cowering against the ropes. Had they thought so little of her when she signed with AFW that this was what they had to offer? With a shake of her head she began to trudge across the ring and come to another halt as the blond slipped from the ring. This had to be a joke. Were they mocking her? She made her way to the edge of the ring, stepping lightly as she stared down at Allison. She was waiting for the girl to even TRY and grab her while she was out there, prepared to stomp her heel down on the girl's hands if they came anywhere near her.

Her long fingers curled to grip the top rope, pushing it down under her weight as she lifted one leg then the other to place herself on the outside of the apron to hop down in rather lukewarm pursuit of Allison. She wasn't about to chase this girl and waste her energy. Sooner or later she would have to stop running. She had wanted to be out here all the same. The possibilities were endless, save for the discretion of the referee. For now, she'd walk after Allison, trying to get in closer.

"Screw off you creeper!" the dirty doll would shout as she raced away from her menacing opponent. Allison wasn't sure where to go once she existed the ring, but she was pretty sure anywhere was better than inside there with Seren. She had expected a pursuit of some kind as she started to run around the ring, but surprisingly, the terrifying woman was barely walking after the brit. Allison was curious as to why, but she didn't care as long as she could outrun her opponent. So after turning the corner of the ring, the blond beauty would slide back into the ring and hurt onto her feet so she could be ready when Seren came inside as well.

This was her chance to turn things around, after all! Allison would make sure to keep her eyes on the woman so that when Seren got back in, she could charge at the woman with a running dropkick! Hopefully the attack would nail the bitch right on her head! Maybe even her stupid face if she was lucky!

Allison would try to be as careful as possible, though, because Seren could still take her head off if she wasn't. Hell, the dirty doll could do everything right and still end up screwed. Whatever happened, happened though because Allison had to take this chance!

The hollow eyes doll maker traced the outside of the ring with soft even steps her only abrupt movement was when she reached a corner and wished to pass it faster to keep her eyes on the fleeing Allison. She was not unlike a movie killer, the ever present force that never stopped coming and would eventually catch you when you took a misstep. And misstep she did, sliding back into the ring. Perhaps how he would work up the courage to face her given the high ground. Her fingers curls around the ropes as she pulled herself to the apron and slipped into the ring, turning to see the flying form of a blond bomber bearing down on her.

Seren's head snapped back violently as Allison collided with her squarely. The doll maker falling back against the ropes, arms thrown back to hook the tallest of the three to keep her suspended. Her body bobbed gently against the ropes at first then aggressively as her head snapped forward, teeth bared, eyes flaring as she unmistakably marked Allison for some manner of destruction. With the last of her bounces she came roaring off the ropes towards the presumably grounded Allison from her own dropkick. As she neared, she took a small quick hop before thrusting her heels down to try and land directly on Allison's legs.

Try. Running. Now.

If she was able to jump stomp the girl, she would immediately drop her weight forward, sending her knees down to bury themselves in Allison's small slender body.

Allison had a nice smile across her face when her boots smacked her opponent's head. The blow would send Seren recoiling back into the ropes, but not for very long. With no time to spring up onto her feet, Allison would scream out as her opponent stomped down on both of her legs. The pain was indescribable, and the dirty doll would have hurried to nurse her legs or just crawl away from the sadistic woman...sadly the woman wasn't done.

Seren would then jump up yet again, and come straight down knees first onto her poor belly! This blow being just as bad as first, Allison would grunt loudly as her head shot up. The air in her lungs were knocked right out as she coughed out loudly in pain.

"AHHH! *Cough* *Cough*...get...*Cough*...get off me!" she would cry as her eyes teared up. Allison didn't even have the strength to push her opponent off her as she fought hard to simply breathe. What made matters worse was that things were going to get worse very soon...

As Seren leapt up, she grinned down wildly at Allison, the large dumb smile she had worn a moment prior melting away to a face depicting the appropriate amount of dread. She watched as it contorted and writhed, the small blond girl was screaming. She felt her beneath her boots, a satisfyingly loud thud from the impact. Had she not been here to see her handiwork, she hardly would have known the girl's limbs made the noise. Her boot heel pivoted slightly, grinding down into her legs as she balanced atop the blond girl.

She was trying to do something, anything. It was novel to watch a panicked mind try to make sense of pain. The girl wouldn't be escaping this time. Seren's legs came together before she dropped her weight forward, plunging her knees into Allison's stomach as if jamming a knife inside her flesh. With her weight behind her, perhaps the knife would have been a mercy. She maintained her balance, looking over the gasping screaming girl who saw fit to try and issue her orders. Did she think herself in a position to make demands?

She rose to her feet, to plant her boot on Allison's face to use her as a stepping stone as she walked by. She leaned down, snatching for one of Allison's massive curls to use as a handlebar to drag the smaller woman behind her as she made her way to the far corner. This certainly wouldn't be good.

Allison was in a great deal of pain as she writhed on the mat. Seren was taking great pleasure in torturing the blond brit, and her work spoke for itself from the look of the dirty dolls sorry state. Allison was in for a lot more as her opponent stepped on her face. The woman's boot would squish the brit's face as she was used as a welcome mat while kicking her legs futilely. After the doll-maker got off her face however, Allison would let out another scream as she was dragged across the ring canvas by her blond hair!

"AAAAHHHHH!!! No please! Stop her! It hurts!" the woman would cry out as she desperately squirmed about. Allison was still in too much pain to fight back however. The only hope she had being the ref girl shouting at Seren to let go of the doll's hair. Even that wouldn't help, though, since her opponent would probably just start do something else that was even worse! It was like Allison had no chance from the start...

Seren was far from gentle, she felt no need. She emitted a low rumbling growl as the red bikini clad girl just never stopped talking in her incessantly annoying voice. Rather then simply drag the girl in one forward motion, she yanked her along as painfully as she could manage. Taking a few steps before wrenching her hair to slide her along behind. Once she had reached neared the corner, she crouched down to grab another fist full of Allison's hair with her other hand, giving the girl a long flat look, unblinking eyes really nailing it home how little a shit she gave for this girls well being. Their relationship boldly outlined now she set to work dismantling the girl.

The doll maker had planted her feet firmly, muscles tensing as she lifted at Allison'ss hair, body twisting as she spun. It was slow at first, especially dragging the other girl with her. With gradual momentum however, she had quicken the pace and provided enough centrifugal force to lift the smaller girl off the canvas. She would have her in a giant swing type maneuver with her long precious locks of hair being the anchor point. Once she felt she had the girl dizzied enough, she took circled steps inward closing in on the turnbuckle so on the very next swing...

"Goodbye."

Allison was being swung directly through the empty space between the top and middle rope, suddenly released as she was sent hurdling towards the ring posts to strike it, and likely tumble the few feet down to the outside of the ring where the floor was less forgiving.

Allison was more like a rag doll than a dirty doll as the match went on, and what was about to happen cemented that fact. After, yanking her hair Seren would giving her a cold stare before starting to pull the woman around and around by her blond locks. Yes that's right, the bitch was preforming a giant swing on Allison by her hair.

Spinning round and round, the brit would cry out louder as the move continued. The ref girl was shouting at Seren to stop and release her hold on the woman's hair. Sadly for her, the dollmaking, serial killer-like, badass wouldn't listen even as she started counting. She just kept swinging, that is...until the ref girl approached four. Then Allison was swung through the middle and top rope after Seren released her only to fly out of the ring, smack her head on the post, and crash below on the unforgiving floor.

The dirty doll stopped screaming after that. All she did was lay sprawled out while face down in pain. Allison was NOT built for this sort of torment. In fact, there was simply no way she was getting up in time for a ten count...probably not even a fifteen count. Many in the crowd feared the worst as it looked like the brit as actually dead on the floor. The ref girl was actually so shocked by the hit that she slid out of the ring to check on Allison's condition. Judging from her face as she did so...things were looking bleak.

As the official shouted to break the hold, she spun, counting along with them in her head. She wondered what it looked like from afar, some mad top spiraling out of control until... she let the girl fly. She mock winced at the sickening crack off the post before Allison tumbled below. Craning her neck she looked at the broken woman. Had she killed her? That would be unfortunate for her AFW career. Baby had seen Allison bounce off the post too, and was clearly impressed, he had nothing but praises to sing to her. "Thank you." She murmured softly as she made her way to the ropes.

She walked along the apron, looking down at Allison for signs of life. The official looked panicked, perhaps she was about to call the match. That would be no good. The doll maker hopped down, landing beside the referee which caused the girl to jump. Brushing past she made her way to Allison, kneeling down to lightly smack her face with the back of her hand to see about waking the battered woman. Regardless if she did or not, she was more than happy to assist in getting her up. She reached down to scoop Allison up in her arms to lay the girl across her shoulders. Standing, she clamped down a hand under her chin, the other on top of the girl's tight and began to pull down as she applied a torture rack to her. Wakie-wakie...