Priscilla Haynes vs. Linda Lashley - Running Roughshod

Hardcore Match
Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin, KO, or submission from the opponent.
Anything goes. No disqualification.

After more than two weeks of no action, Priscilla Haynes was finally cleared to return to the ring. The wound that she got in her last match was mostly healed, and the scar should be completely covered by her hair. Now that she was cleared to fight, the noble fighter was slated to face a wrestler in a hardcore match. While something like this might not be her cup of tea, she was willing to go through it, considering that she had already dedicated herself to wrestling.

Already clad herself in her wrestling outfit, Priscilla waited for her cue to enter at the gorilla position before her entrance music was played. Already ready, Priscilla stepped out to the ramp, greeted by the crowd with a pop. The thorny motif was prominently displayed on the big screen as she walked down the ramp, heading over to the ring where she would be facing her opponent for tonight.

Priscilla Haynes:

Once she made her way into the ring, she raised her arm, acknowledging the crowd who cheered for her before she took off her cape, leaving only her wrestling outfit which consisted of a dark one-piece bodysuit with an inverted cross right in the middle. Handing over her cape to the ringside worker, she would do a little stretches, giving herself one last preparation for her fight against her opponent whom she would be facing tonight.

From what she had heard, she would be facing someone named Linda Lashley. Priscilla knew virtually nothing about her, but she was certain that she would be able to learn about her soon when they were to lock horns in this ring. Hopefully, she wouldn't be facing the same kind of opponent as before. Not that she was a coward, though she would prefer to not be horrified by her opponent throughout the match.

Waiting silently backstage was Linda, watching on a monitor as Priscilla made her entrance. She wore a grin on her face and her usual revealing outfit upon her body, the Canadian blonde's heat beating with anticipation at finally getting a chance to get back onto a televised match again. She had been in the AFW for a few years, but her career had been derailed by her cousin Mazzie and a lack of smart booking by the higher-ups in the company. She had been relegated mainly to dark matches and house shows, and Linda was extremely eager to get back on TV and secure her place as an active member of the AFW's roster.

When Priscilla had finished her entrance, Linda was soon behind her, her energetic entrance theme blasting as she stepped out from the gorilla position onto the stage atop the ramp leading to the ring, giving the crowd a clear and full view of the woman as she stood proudly before them.

Linda Lashley:

She spread her feet wide, adopting a confident pose, as she lifted her whip upwards. With one gloved hand clenching the handle and the other holding the whip itself, she raised it to the face, staring down at Priscilla waiting for her in the ring as she slowly licked across a short length of the weapon. There was a clear intensity in her eyes, an obvious desire to hurry to the ring and begin her match tonight, and she hoped that Priscilla would be able to get her message all the way down in the ring.

And if she couldn't well...she would understand soon enough.

Linda began to make her way down to the ring, locking her eyes on Priscilla, smiling in a semi-sweet manner as she headed down the ramp. When she finally reached the ring, she slid in under the ropes, the blonde soon hopping to her feet. She took a moment to step to her corner, kneeling down to lie her whip there (she had planned on using it later, but for now, she wanted to go hand-to-hand with Priscilla, so to speak), and then raised back up, turning towards her opponent.

She stepped to the middle of the ring, and placed her hands on her hips, taking a moment to lick her lips before calling over to Priscilla, jerking her head backwards as if gesturing for the woman to come meet her.

"Like, waiting for you, princess," she teased. "Get your ass over here, so we can start the beatdown, alright?"

Priscilla watched her opponent carefully, noting the whip that she carried with her. Considering that this would be a hardcore match, she knew that this woman would make use of it eventually. Crossing her arms, Priscilla continued watching this woman, Linda Lashley, who made her way down to the ring. The contrast between the two of them seemed obvious enough, with Priscilla wearing something relatively modest while Linda seemed to be wearing something that exposed a huge deal of skin.

Seeing Linda gesturing to her to come over, Priscilla saw no harm in doing so, and she would leave her corner, preparing herself for her clash against the woman. The referee was there only to determine the winner of the match, and with the hardcore stipulation, they wouldn't have to worry about disqualification because in this type of match, anything goes.

"You sound awfully confident for someone who's going to lose..." Priscilla shot back, smiling with self-assurance as she would close in. Now that both wrestlers were ready, the referee would call for the bell, starting the match. The moment the bell rung, Priscilla would try to catch Linda off-guard by closing in suddenly before attempting to deliver a forearm smash against the side of her face! She would show no reservation in this match as she planned to win this and improve her standing in the promotion.

Linda opened her lips to answer Priscilla back, but before she could utter a single word, the bell rang out and the darker haired woman's forearm rose up, smashing into the side of Lina's head. Naturally, the blonde reeled back in pain from the surprising blow. Her her head jerked to the side and her favorite hat went flying away, but...

Linda was a tough woman. She had been in rough spots before and had taken harder hits than that before. Priscilla had another thing coming if she thought that was going to stop Linda!

The blonde staggered back a pair of steps, but quickly shook off the head. With a wild grin coming onto her face, she lunged back in towards her foe. Her fingers on one hand curled into a fist, and as she neared Priscilla she swung it towards her, trying to smash the other woman right in her face with a stiff right hook!

Normally, Priscilla would start off a match by ascertaining her opponent's strength, but in this kind of match up, she decided that she needed to take the initiative and go straight for the blow in order to gain an upper hand over her opponent. Sending a forearm smash into the side of Linda's head, Priscilla saw her opponent staggering back, which meant her attack had dealt quite a bit of damage, which gave Priscilla a boost of confidence to keep her momentum going.

Priscilla then prepared herself to launch her second attack, which was a lariat takedown, but before she could execute the attack, Linda recovered from the blow that she took before she retaliated by delivering a stiff right hook right into her face, which sent the noble fighter reeling, her head thrown back from the impact. Grunting, Priscilla staggered back, struggling to keep her footing.

Shaking her head, Priscilla grimaced, still feeling the blow on her face. Due to the punch, she paused for a little, but she would try to regain her bearing so that she could launch her own counterattack, which was a lariat takedown aimed towards her opponent as she hoped to take Linda down into the mat with her extended arm. Still, her pause earlier would make her timing slightly off, which was something that her opponent could capitalize on.

Linda's lips curled into a nasty smile as her punch connected, leaving Priscilla reeling back from her. A quick chuckle passed through the blonde's lips, as she prepared herself for her follow-up attack...but of course, Priscilla had recovered quick as well, and was already throwing herself back at Linda. The blonde was a bit impressed. Priscilla was tougher than she looked, and Linda was looking forward to seeing just how tough she really was.

As for the moment, however, Linda wasn't just going to stand around and let the dark-haired woman come in on her like that. As the somewhat sloppy lariat came flying her way, Linda lunged back in towards Priscilla, leaning over to duck under the counterattack. She rushed past it, and popped back up behind Priscilla, snickering as she readied herself for her own next attack.

"Behind you!" She sneered in a loud voice, waiting for Priscilla to try and turn her way. The moment she did, Linda would jump up, thrusting her legs towards her opponent as she tried to nail her right in the chest with a standing dropkick, hoping to take her down to the mat.

Priscilla planned to land a lariat even after taking the punch, and due to her timing being slightly off, Linda managed to see it coming, and she ducked under her arm, avoiding the lariat. Linda rushed past Priscilla, getting behind her. Clicking her tongue, the noble fighter would try to turn around, hoping to face her opponent in order to anticipate her next move.

But, as soon as she pivoted around to face her opponent, Priscilla saw Linda bringing up both her feet, and she was unable to block the incoming dropkick, which hit her right in her chest. "Grkhhh!!!" The blow was enough to topple Priscilla off of her feet, sending her backwards before she ended up hitting the mat back first.

Grimacing in pain as she brought her hands on her chest, Priscilla would try to roll herself over onto her side, hoping to at least protect herself against whatever Linda would try to throw at her way next, but at the moment, she had no real way of attacking her opponent.

Priscilla went down, and Linda hopped back up to her feet afterwards, a grin on her face at the site of her opponent down on the mat. Perfect, she thought, quickly stepping back over to her. Right where I want her!

The blonde moved towards her fallen foe, and bent right over towards her, grabbing her by the hair with both of her hands. She entwined her fingers through Priscilla's soft locks, and gave the woman a couple of jerks, trying to pull her up and into a sitting position. Then, she let go, taking a step back to give herself some room before launching her leg back towards the woman, aiming a sharp kick with the toe of her boot straight into the center of Priscilla's back.

Priscilla was about to push herself back up when Linda grabbed her by her hair, which caused her to groan as she felt sharp pain on her scalp as her opponent tugged on her locks. Then, after a couple of jerks on her hair, she was then brought into a sitting position. When she felt Linda letting her hair go, she thought that she could take this moment to recover, but before she could even try regaining her bearing, she took a sharp toe kick right into her back.

"Uagghhhh!!!" Priscilla cried out in pain as Linda's kick hit her right at the center of her back. She arched her body as she fell to her side. "Uuurghhh..." She groaned, brow scrunching up as she brought a hand to where she got hit in order to soothe the pain. Due to her current position, things didn't seem too good for the noble fighter at the moment, and her opponent was presented with a very vulnerable opponent who had no way of protecting herself against whatever she had in store next.

With Priscilla reeling in agony before her, Linda had a choice. Should she go for her weapon, or should she keep bringing the pain, keep making the other woman suffer? She paused, just for a moment, then decided to take the third option instead.

Leaning down, Linda grabbed for Priscilla's hair with one hand, and her arm with the other. She would give her a couple jerks, trying to yank and pull her back up to her feet. Then, once she was standing, the blonde tightened and adjusting her grip on her arm, before suddenly trying to swing the woman around, aiming to whip her straight towards one of the ring's four corners.