Heather Sunderland vs Michelle Taki ~ 'Bed of Roses'

Slipping around Michelle, Heather was able to successfully pull off the counter. She grinned big and wide as she gripped the girl's ankle, hoping for much more than what ended up happening. Unfortunately, as Heather was expecting the girl to fall face first, or at least land on her front side, Michelle instead just landed with her hands and knees.

Seeing the girl wince in pain from the cut on her palm, Heather lets out a small laugh as she keeps her grip on Michelle's ankle. "Hah! How's that feel then? Not too good huh? I know, but just wait, that's just the beginning!" She says, getting caught up in the moment and clearly just having fun now.

However, as Michelle starts to kick her leg, Heather's grin turns into one of frustration. Not really being able to keep control of the girl's foot, her arms flail with the wild kicking. "Gh...Hold...still!..Just..sto-" Heather's complaining is cut off as Michelle's wild kicking aims a vicious boot right to Heather's face. The boot sends her flying back as she lets go of the girl's ankle. Stumbling back, Heather lands on her butt as she sits there, leaning against the ropes. Fortunately the denim material of her jean shorts prevents any cuts from the thorns.

Heather rubs her lip with two fingers and then looks at them. Seeing a streak of blood from her lips, she clenches her fist again and glares over at Michelle. Her nose and mouth stinging intensely from the boot, a wave of anger and frustration comes over her. "You BITCH!" She yells out before springing to her feet. Without putting much thought into it, she runs at Michelle. If the girl was still on all fours, Heather will aim a punt like kick at her side near her midsection. If she had already gotten to her feet, Heather will instead attempt to slam her knee into her gut.

Michelle got a taste of her own medicine and hell was it bitter. Now she was starting to get upset with Heather, not willing to let her out of the ring other than on a stretcher. Her pride was a little hurt by Heather's words. She thought too little of her opponent to admit she had understimated her, though, and the raven haired girl will have to do better in order to gain Michelle's respect.

Her struggles were desperate, her intention was to kick Heather right in the face. Her smirk grew wider as her boot hit her opponent beautifully on the nose and made her fall to the mat onto her butt. Now that should show her not to grab her by the ankle and make her trip!

Still looking at her opponent over her shoulder, the noble woman climbed back up to her feet and turned around to face the other girl again, not without taking a look at her palm first. While it wasnt a very wide or deep cut, it was sure going to be a nuisance. Well... she'd just have to deal with it. Not that she had any other option.

Before she had much time to prepare herself, Michelle saw the other girl coming at her at full speed in a reckless charge. Now this was a golden opportunity! Planting her left foot on the mat, she'd use it to pivot and send a violent kick to Heather's chin, performing an outstanding superkick! Now if it connected or not, it all depended on the raven haired girl's reflexes. Of course, if she failed, she'd end up giving her back to her opponent, which was never a good thing to do.

As Heather charged at the girl, she pretty much threw away any concept of strategy. Her frustration and anger got the best of her and she was simply running head on towards Michelle, hoping she wasn't going to react quick enough. If there's the one thing that Heather has in mind, it's her want to win the match. Victory being the only thing that she feels matters in a wrestling match, her inability to get any real upperhand going in the beginning was adding to the frustration of the pain she feels.

Charging in, Heather watches as Michelle reacts to her charge. Seeing the girl prepare herself and send a kick straight her way, Heather's eyes widen. Trying to stop herself, she finds that she put too much into the run to do so. What would normally be easy to avoid for the quick girl, ended up colliding with her in her angered state.

Michelle's foot hits directly into Heather's chin as the superkick connects, rocking her head almost knocking her out. It hits without a sound from Heather until she falls directly on her back, sending her straight into the many thorns awaiting on the canvas. "Ha...a-AHHH!" She lets out an almost breathless yell as the thorns go through the thin material of her tank top and cut into her skin, completely waking her from near unconsciousness from the kick.

Nearly unable to move, Heather lies there with her arms up to avoid getting cuts there as well. She lies with a pained expression on her face as blood trickles from her back, cut in several spots. Holding back her eye's desire to let the tears flow, she clenches her fist, trying to hide the pain as much as she can. Not wanting to waste any more time on the ground to give away her current state, she finds two areas she can plant her hands down to assist her in getting up. She gets into a sitting position before reaching back to try to use the ropes to aid her in standing, her hair sticking to the parts on her back where the cuts lie. She looks at Michelle while still trying to hide the pained look in her eyes. "You're...g-gonna pay for that." she lets out between heavy breaths.

Some people's jaws dropped, other's eyes shot wide open. Michelle herself felt incredibly good when her kick landed on Heather's chin. She figured that that'd be it for her opponent, and that she'd win through knockout. The reality wasnt very far from what the blonde woman was thinking, as apparently that kick had done quite a bit of damage.

Turning around after performing the awesome attack, Michelle caught a glimpse of her opponent's downed body, her blood painting the mat with its crimson color. She couldnt help but smile confidently, thinking that she had dealt the finishing blow. She planned on walking towards Heather and going for a pin to end this all as quickly as possible, but then...

Heather got up. Surprisingly enough, she got up. After a kick like that, she got up. The people in the crowd were just as surprised as the french-italian woman was. Her resolution did not shake, though. The raven haired girl was tough, much tougher than she expected. No big deal. She just had to hit her harder next time!

"Try to say that after my next move, my dear." Staring into the other girl's eyes, the blonde woman approached to her very carefully. If not stopped, she'd grab one of Heather's arms with both hands - yes, using the wounded one too - and spin around, trying to send her running across the ring with an irish whip. She had a big move in mind, but she had to do this first in order to complete it.

Heather let out deep and heavy breaths as she leaned against the ropes, her hand on them to give her some leverage to stay up on. The blood escaping from her back was almost symbolizing the energy sapping from her with each drop. "This..is fucking ridiculous" She thinks to herself "This early in the match and I feel like I just went through a grater. I'll definitely get her for this..but no more charging like that. I hate to admit, that was stupid on my part.

Lifting herself up a bit more, she lets out a strained groan as her blood leaves little marks on the ropes behind her. She shakes her head and then sees the girl walking towards her. Her vision almost shaking as it looks like the girl has waves going through her body. "N..No way" she says aloud as she blinks her eyes a few times before her vision is refocused. Clenching her teeth still, she thinks of what she could do before the girl gets any closer, but as of right now it doesn't look like she'll be able to do much of anything.

Hearing Michelle's words, Heather slowly shakes her head a few times. "S-stop..don't come here!" she says, clearly not ready to react to her next move. The girl obviously ignores Heather's words and is able to easily send Heather across the ring with the irish whip maneuver. Heather is sent towards the ropes on the other side before she bounces back off them, heading straight for the girl. Unable to stop her feet from moving Heather is able to do nothing but wait for what Michelle is about to do next.

Michelle was pretty sure her opponent was done for. She just had to deal the finishing blow. Heather didnt seem to be doing pretty well, which was a bit disappointing. She had seen other women last a lot longer with deeper, wider, greater wounds. Oh well. At least it was still going to count as a victory for her when she put her opponent down once and for all.

Her bloody palm stained Heather's wrist as she grabbed it tightly with both hands. After whipping her opponent to the ropes behind her, the blonde woman prepared to receive her opponent. She wasnt thinking of going for a clothesline, nor considering sneaking under her arms and behind her for a full nelson.

No, what she had in mind was much greater, and was surely going to finish Heather off.

Watching as the other girl came back running towards her, Michelle tapped her heel on the mat. Once the raven haired girl got close enough, she'd lift her leg in the air and swing it for Heather's face. Her mouth, to be exact. This move has managed to put many to sleep. If Heather didnt dodge it... well, you know what'd happen. "Hyaah!" Michelle would exclaim as she delivered the incredible kick.

As Heather bounced back off the ropes and headed straight towards Michelle, she knew she was in for trouble. It seemed she couldn't get her body to move in the way that she wanted it to and she was almost just heading straight towards the girl's grasp. Feeling helpless, she cursed herself in her head as she tried to wake herself up somehow.

She watched as she saw Michelle revving up for her rebound move. Her motions in doing the kicked looked graceful but she knew once that hit, her back would be covered in thorns for the second time and in just minutes apart. She knew regardless of her state, she had to avoid getting hit with that kick.

Putting all her energy into regaining control over herself, at the last minute she ducks under Michelle's leg. Heading towards the other side of the ring, she bounces off the ropes yet again. A grin appears on her face as she realizes she's finally gotten herself complete control, even if it might be for only a few seconds.

Heading straight towards Michelle, she lets out a loud yell. Closing her hands together, she aims a double axe handle at Michelle, hoping to hit her either way and send her to the ground, wanting to give her the same feeling she experienced.

Michelle trusted that Heather was too weak and hurt to control herself and, therefore, avoid her attack. This was the end! She knew it, the crowd knew it. Hell, she thought even Heather knew it. Not only was this kick going to be brutal as hell, but when the raven haired girl fell down, there'd be hundreds of thorns to receive her.

The french-italian woman swung her leg in the air and...

...Nothing? For some reason, her boot hit nothing at all. Michelle spun around, almost losing her balance and falling to the ground. She wondered what had happened to her opponent... maybe she tripped and fell. She couldnt have dodged after all! She didnt seem capable of doing such a thing...

As she lifted her head to check out where the other girl was and what was she doing, Michelle's eyes shot wide open. Before she had any time to react - or even scream -, she received Heather's double axe handle straight to the face. She was knocked down strongly by her opponent's powerful attack, letting out a cry of pain as she landed on the pointy thorns.

Oh, she had so many words to say... at the moment, though, she could only mutter. "Darn... you..." Five, six, seven... a lot of thorns had gone right through her leotard and pierced her skin, trickles of blood running down her back as she slowly sat up. It. Hurt. And why did she end up like this? Because she got cocky. If Heather didnt follow up, Michelle would climb back up to her feet, growling all the time at the raven haired girl, pretty upset now. "You will... pay for that..."

Being able to narrowly avoid the move and come back with her own, Heather just barely got herself out of what could have been a quick end to the match. Stumbling forward after delivering the axe handle, she leans her body on the ropes, taking deep breaths. A wide grin comes on her face as she stares at the people in the front row. Watching as they eat the match up, she shakes her head before turning back to Michelle.

Waiting for the girl to get to her feet so she can get a bit more of a time to rest herself, she leans back on the ropes crossing her arms. "Well..I told you you would be feeling it too. You can't say I didn't warn you right?" She says, putting on an almost friendly looking smile, but only to continue the act. Stepping a bit off the ropes, she walks towards Michelle.

"So we're...pretty much even now." She says while nodding her head. "But...that isn't going to last for much longer. I'll be sure...to bring you down many more times."

Readying herself, Heather takes a few more steps towards her opponent. As she gets close she attempts to reach out for Michelle's bleeding hand. If she can grab hold of it she'll squeeze hard, trying to press her thumb to the area that is cut. Her friendly smile curls up to an almost sinister one, as she tries to bring the girl to her knees with the pain.

It didnt feel good at all to have so many thorns piercing her back and opening wounds of every shape and size She would be lying if she said it didnt hurt a lot, because, hell, it really did. She couldnt hide it from anyone: as they took a look at Michelle's back, they understood how painful it must have been. In any case, they didnt think that'd stop the blonde woman, who's been through worse situations.

Michelle got up on her feet again rather slowly, not feeling entirely well. Who would after a fall like that? The french-italian woman could feel the warm fluid running down her back. Whoever looked at her from behind would be able to see an expanding red stain on her pure white outfit.

Heather was using her own words to taunt her. Now wasnt she a little bitch. That smile of hers kinda annoyed her. She was sure that it wasnt an honest smile, but a simple way of mocking her. "You dare mock me...? In that case...You shall face the consequences." She was NOT going to allow that to happen. Of course, little was she able to do when she found herself standing right in front of the other girl. Michelle could have used a few seconds to recover, but her opponent didnt seem willing to let her rest.

The other girl grabbed her hand and pressed her thumb against the wound, sending waves of incredible pain from her palm, through her body, to her brain. Michelle immediatly moved her other hand to her opponent's wrists, trying to make her let go. If it didnt work, and Heather refused to stop doing what she was doing... the blonde woman would deliver a powerful chop to her opponent's chest, hoping that'd show her not to mess with her!