So Nice To Meet You...

"There it is. Why, of course, darling!"

Allison dropped Maricarmen suddenly back down onto her feet and shifted her grip so that her arms were around the girl's stomach. She bent her knees and got her hips lower than Maricarmens, and then heaved upward, arching her back and pulling the girl up and over and dropping her on the mat behind with a German suplex.

Maricarmen stumbled forward and inhaled deeply. If not for the fact that Allison maintained a grip around her waist, she would have most assuredly stumbled to the ground. She was too busy panting to even acknowledge Allison's attempts and was smashed into the ground hard by the German Suplex. Now she was dazed and sore and once again the bright lights of the gym seemed to flash in her eyes, adding to the pain her body was in.

"You're a very bad girl, miss... what did you say your name was." Allison laughed. "It doesn't matter! Up you go..."

She bent to seize the girl by the hair and yanked her roughly back up to her feet. She kept her bent over and while standing at the girl's side she slipped one arm between the girl's legs and the other across her chest. She hefted her up off the mat and took a step before dropping the girl belly-first across her knee.

Maricarmen couldn't answer even as she was pulled up by the hair, she grunted in a hazy pain. "Unnnhhh." She moaned as she was slammed against Allison's knee. Her eyes were forced wide once more and she pawed at the canvas, trying to push herself away from the angered Brit. "ggah!"

Allison shoved the girl down to the mat as she stood up. She followed her with a soccer kick to her stomach. She wanted the girl to feel every bit of pain she'd caused her, but with interest.

"It's a shame you were born to peasants in the countryside of whatever savage country you came from. P'raps you could've been more than a workout for me. But I'm afraid you're only worth the time it takes for me to make you regret ever stepping into a ring... which shouldn't be very long."

She bent again to grab the girl by the hair and dragged her up to her feet, leading her off toward the ropes.

Maricarmen was in bad shape. She was roughly hauled up by the hair and was getting tot he point where she was about to begin pleading to the posh domme once more. But as she was roughly pulled up, she heard Allison's words. Peasantry? Her father was a wealthy business man who had made a name for himself coming from poor roots in a poor country. He earned what he had and achieved the impossible. And her mother was a model. Her face was plastered over magazine covers and was probably the sort of face that people like Allison aspired to be like. Worse yet, her grandfather was a peasant. He worked even harder than her dad and was a proud proud man. She did not see disgrace in his life and wanted very much to be able to put in the kind of hard effort he did and to make him proud.

Her eyes shot wide with anger and she balled her fist and aimed to slam it as hard as she could between Allison's legs. "Say what you want to me but NEVER talk about my family!' She cried out.

Meanwhile, Violate watched. If the punch connected, she would smirk cruelly. "Never give your prey a reason to turn the tables on them, dearest Allis." She said with a soft chuckle. "fufufu." She would then turn and look around. There were a few people in the gym but not many. Pulling down the brim of her top hat, she would carefully make her way away from the scene of the match and head towards the front desk.

"GAH!" Allison screamed and collapsed in a heap, covering her crotch with both hands and pressing her thighs together. She rolled one way and then the other. It was a pain she would never, ever get used to. There was no way to brace for it, and she was paralyzed by the pain.

She turned her head to glare, red faced, at Violate. "Again, you open your mouth and I like you less." She snarled hatefully. "I wonder how you see this ending."

She began to crawl toward the ropes, reaching out to grab one so she could start pulling herself back up. This girl was a dirty, dirty fighter. Who would've guessed?

Maricarmen would barely recognize herself. She wasn't like this, really. She would never do things like this but this woman was infuriating! She just pulled the very worst out of the Latino girl. "Shut up!" Maricarmen barked. She lifted up her boot to stomp it hard into Allison's stomach. She'd do it a few times if she could as she shouted with rage. "Still think I'm just a workout!?" She was practically spitting, she growled the words with so much hate.

Allison grunted and rolled with the girl's first stomp. Then she wilted under the ones that followed, obviously being hurt by each one. She struggled to contain the pained look on her face, but she couldn't. She hadn't been beaten up this badly in some time. She panted for breath and hugged her poor, abused stomach, laying on the mat, her knees pulled up toward her stomach but then falling to the side. She didn't have the energy to get back up. For the moment, she felt helpless.

As a person who usually arranged situations in such a way as to ensure that she was the one making people feel helpless, it was something of a new feeling. This wasn't a match. No one would separate them when it was over. She began to even feel naked, with her lack of clothing and her wilting confidence. She didn't much like this feeling.

"Gah... huh..." Allison tried to answer the girl, but couldn't get words out. There was something wrong with this one. Maybe Allison had picked the wrong candidate. Who knows, maybe Violate set her up, but that was probably crazy.

Maricarmen's body had been thoroughly abused by this woman. Her psyche as well and she was being fueled by pure aggression and only. She didn't' care about showing the woman up, only hurting her. only... making her pay. She then lifted up her heel and stepped down onto Allison's head and tried to grind it in hard. Her precious face with that smug look and that haughty gait. Who was she to think she was better than anyone?! Now she was getting her comeuppance from the scrappy farm girl from Mexico. Maricarmen wondered if Allison had ever been int his position.

As she thought about it, it enraged her even more. But while she thought about what to do, Violate came strolling back with her hands in her pockets, smiling as she whistled casually. Maricarmen was too focused on Allison to even notice as she spat at the Brit. "Apologize! Apologize for what you said about my family! And for taking me so lightly!" She demanded.