Heather Sunderland vs Michelle Taki ~ 'Bed of Roses'

As Heather grabs hold of Michelle's cut hand, putting pressure on the cut, she looks into the girl's eyes with her almost crazed grin. Letting off a bit of a laugh, she shakes her head. "Consequences? There won't be any consequences for me now. I have you right where I want you. I'll show you exactly how I feel about you now." She says, putting extra pressure on her grip between words.

Then she feels Michelle grab her wrists with her free hand. She tilts her head a bit as she feels herself losing a bit of the grip, but then quickly strengthens it again while scoffing at her attempt. "Hah, what is that supposed to be? I'm not letting you go now. Maybe I'll do the same standing on your back after this, see how that feels if this hurts! That is..unless you give here, then I'll have no reason to." She says with a little laugh.

She grins up until she sees the girl take her free hand off her wrists and swing at her. As the chop connects with her chest, Heather lets out a yell as she stumbles back a bit, letting go of her grip on Michelle's hand. The chop causes a large stinging sensation on her chest as she covers the area with her arm and hand to suppress the pain somehow.

"Damn you.." She says as she looks back at the girl while taking a few deep breaths. Realizing all the talk she was making earlier, she shakes her head. She can't get caught up in the moment too much, but then again maybe she can use the taunting to her advantage in a different way somehow. Thinking it over, she stares at Michelle and waits for her to follow up.

While her hand was hurting quite a bit, she knew that it wouldnt be long before Heather could subdue her. That's why she went for that chop. Which, fortunetely, connected beautifully and made the raven haired girl stumble back, releasing her arm and leaving her hand alone in the process. You dont have an idea of how much of a relief that was.

In any case, she couldnt whine forever, now could she. She had to counter attack! Make Heather pay for what she's done! Usually, Michelle's wrath proved to be quite painful and horrible for her opponents. And this black haired girl in front of her was not going to be an exception. "You wish, dear... and soon enough you will be wishing to have never met me..."

Actually thinking of something that could deal some serious damage and show Heather who she was dealing with, Michelle took a couple of steps back. The move she had in mind required her to press her wounded back against the ropes and use them to send herself running towards her opponent. And, despite the fact that it was going to be really hard, she decided to go through with it.

Pushing her body against the ropes abd biting her lower lip to keep herself from screaming, Michelle bounced off them and sprinted towards the other girl. Not afraid of receiving damage as long as she hit Heather, she'd leap into the air and attempt to connect with a devastating leg lariat, which, no matter if she took her opponent down, would make her fall on the mat onto her side.

Reeling back from the chop, Heather shakes her head. She needs to keep this up, letting Michelle get the upperhand again would cost her and she knew it. Now though, it seemed the other girl was quite determined to get back at Heather. "Whatever, I'm supposed to be the one getting back at her anyways. I swear this mat will be covered with her blood if that's what I have to do to get her to give up." Heather thinks to herself as she looks back at Michelle.

They stood face to face as Michelle threatened Heather again, telling her of her anger towards her. "Come on now, I don't know about that one. I like to remember the people I beat." Heather says with a confident smile on her face. She felt she had to pull this one off and any disbelief in herself would make it just that much harder. Bracing herself, Heather brought her arms up, a stance she usually wouldn't take, in fact she doesn't really take much of any stance in her matches. However, something told her she needed to be extra careful.

Michelle's next move however, was one that even Heather couldn't predict one bit. She watched as Michelle took a few steps back before charging towards her. Heather gasped a bit as she kept her arms up waiting for a clothesline or something like that. As she saw Michelle leap in the air, her eyes widened. Completely taken by surprise, just having her arms up didn't help. Michelle's leg collided with Heather as it sent her to the ground on her back yet again.

"AAAAGH!...GOD!" Heather yelled out as the thorns pierced her skin again, tearing up her tank top even more. As she sat up from the pain, blood dripping more from her back as the cuts almost doubled, her tank top slid down her arm on one side. Ripped apart it almost didn't cover her back at all. Heather looked down, not being able to stop her eyes from watering from the pain. She looked up, cursing herself, as she ripped the rest of her shirt off. It wasn't going to do her good anymore and now it was merely getting in the way. Heather scoots over to the corner, her back filled with immense pain as she leans into the turnbuckle. As she takes heavy breaths, she tries to rest there as much as she can, not having the energy to stand, but knowing she can't lie down at all.

Michelle hoped Heather's defense wasnt as strong as it looked, because, if it was, her double-edged move would end up causing damage only to her and not to the other girl. And, in a match as dangerous as this one, hurting oneself wasnt really an acceptable option. If she did, after all, it could mean the end of the match for her. In any case... it didnt matter if she hit her opponent or not, this was definitely going to hurt.

Her incredible leg lariat connected. She didnt know how it went through Heather's defenses, but she really didnt care about that. She had manage to take down her opponent! Michelle felt good for just a bit; a second or two later, she fell down to the mat onto her side, some thorns piercing her skin and leaving a few wounds, making her cry lowly in pain. "Nnnhh..."

Well, at least she knew her opponent had taken the worst part of the attack. She was sure she had managed to hurt the other girl more than what she hurt herself. Forcing herself to stand up, the blonde woman brought one hand to her side, trying to calm the pain. She looked at Heather from where she was. She didnt seem to be doing really good... well that was great! That meant she wasnt far from going down. "Feeling good, dear? Well, there is plenty more where that one came from!" Michelle exclaimed, leaving her side alone and assuming her stance once again. Trickles of blood ran down her back and sides. It was definitely a bit scary, but she didnt let the fear overwhelm her. In fact, she showerd herself pretty confident.

Not willing to let Heather recover - and possibly go for another attack -, Michelle decided to strike first. Approaching her opponent, the french-italian woman would go for another double edged move. This time: a flying dropkick. Just in case you didnt notice, yes, she is good with kicks. And, as much damage as she could cause herself with these attacks, she knew Heather would be taking even more damage.

Heather's back hitting the rose covered mat twice, she wasn't very well off. The match had only been going on for a short amount of time and her blood was almost covering her back. It left markings on the turnbuckles that she was leaning on as she sat there, trying to hold in the pain she was feeling. Being left in now just her bra on her top, she is pretty much unprotected in her upper body. Not as if her see-thru tank top was providing her much more of protection, but she was now almost completely exposed there.

Taking a deep breath, Heather hoped to herself that Michelle was feeling the same way she was. Landing on that leg lariat had to hurt her as well, her side must be cut up now too. Heather looked up to the girl to see she was getting up already. She let out an exasperated sigh as she realized that the match was still going to keep it's fast pace up, something that would usually be beneficial to Heather, but right now was causing her some problems.

"Heh...keep it coming. It's gonna take...alot more to keep me down." Heather says in response to Michelle's confident exclamation. Heather looked as the other girl took her stance and seemed to be as ready as ever to continue. Using the corner ropes for assistance, Heather finally lifts herself up, so she could at least defend herself in some way.

Not having much time to think about what she should do next, Heather sees Michelle come at her quick with a dropkick. Trying her hardest to pull herself together, Heather tries to step to the side and grab Michelle's legs in midair. If she can do this, she'll try to bring Michelle to the ground, turn her on her stomach, and apply a Boston Crab maneuver to him. "GAAAAAGH!" Heather lets out a loud yell as she performs these tasks, her back stinging like crazy as she tries to push her energy out as much as she can.

Sure, this was a risky move. She could take some recoil damage and suffer several cuts as she landed on the ground. She really didnt care about that, as long as she managed to hurt Heather more. That's what this was all about after all, right? And blood was exactly what the fans had come to see. Not that she wanted to please the crowd, of course! She wanted to watch Heather suffer, bleed, scream, moan and cry. As sadistic as that sounded... that's what Heather was really up against.

Her feet abandoned the mat and aimed to hit the half-naked girl right on the chest with a dropkick. This was definitely going to hurt Heather! And, on top of that, it was surely going to take the other girl down to the canvas again! She got pretty cocky, confident that the other girl was too hurt to move an inch. She shut her eyes and awaited for the impact, the feeling of her boots hitting Heather's chest beautifully.

"...Huh?" She realized she hadnt hit anything yet, which surprised her, considering the distance there was between her and her opponent the moment she leapt into the air. The time froze as she opened her eyes, noticing that the other girl had moved out of the way. This was... definitely not right. Before she had the chance to scream, she was brought down to the mat abruptly. Her back hit the mat strongly, making her squeal in pain.

She wasnt given enough time to complain about the pain in her back. Michelle was rolled over onto her stomach, her midsection taking the worst part. The boston crab was painful as hell, but it wasnt enough to keep the blonde woman from thinking about the pain on her belly and breasts, which were now pressing against the mat. Luckily, there werent so many thorns. Not saying that there werent! "S..stop... you bitch...!" Heather should be able to notice the difference between this Michelle and the one she met at the beggining of the match. The pain was really getting to her, you see. And, unless she did something fast, she'd be in big troubles. A bit desperate, and more than eager to free herself from the powerful hold, Michelle kicked her legs wildly and shook her body a bit in an attempt to unbalance Heather. She didnt seem to care about the thorns anymore. Either that or she had gotten used to the feeling of her blood flowing right out of her body while countless thorns pierced her skin.

As Heather found herself able to catch Michelle in the air, her eyes widened for a second as she realized how much of a predicament she got herself out of. She wanted to just jump out of the ring and lie down on the mats out there and just relax for as long as she can. However, she knew that she couldn't do that. All her energy felt like it was beginning to be spent, dripping out of her body with the blood that runs down her back and knee, but she had to reach deep inside and pull out even more to keep the girl down.

"AAAAARGH!" She yells out, trying to pull out everything she can to turn the girl over and lock in the boston crab. She turned and pulled with all her might as she tried to keep Michelle on the canvas to the roses. The beating Heather has taken throughout the match she looks to give back to her opponent right here with this move, even more if she can.

"Egh..What happened...to your calm talk?..I'll stop when...I want to..Bitch!" Heather says in response to Michelle. She could tell the girl she had in the lock was starting to break. Without Michelle's elegant way of talking and bigger presence, the two almost seemed to be on equal footing. Both two girls wrestling in a brutal match covered in cuts and blood. An air of hope and confidence came back to Heather as she felt like she could get on top of this match now. Her back stinging in pain from the various cuts, but now so was Michelle's and even maybe some of her front as well.

"Just...give here!" Heather says as Michelle's wild kicking was actually starting to loosen her grip. If her energy hadn't already been not enough for the move, keeping Michelle in it through her struggles was just making it that much harder. She clenched her teeth trying to hold it in for as long as she could, however after a few seconds, one of Michelle's movements caused Heather to slip up a little and stumble forward a bit. Letting go of the hold because of the slip, Heather leans forward on the ropes, taking a breather as long as she could. Disappointed that she couldn't keep the hold in for longer, she did know that she had to have weakened the girl at least a bit from that.

Not even all the damage she had taken so far was able to stop the blonde girl. Her struggles were extremely wild and desperate for someone who had lost so much blood and been cut all over her body. She proved to have a great endurance to this kind of damage. Careful; that didnt mean she wasn never going to go down. It's just that she refused to show any sign of weakness. That'd bring disgrace to her name, to her family, and she definitely didnt want that.

Even though the landing wasnt as nice as she would have liked, she was not going to let the new - nor the old - wounds stop her. Just then, her opponent's comment made her realize how unpolitely she was speaking. Where were her manners! Even in this kind of situations, she should be able to keep her cool and act properly. In any case, itâ€s not like if she were going to pay much attention to this. All she wanted to do was to break free from the painful hold.

Michelle had no intention of giving up. Those words were never going to take flight from her lips, no matter how much damage she took, no matter how many submission holds she was put into. Her pride kept her from doing such a thing. That's why she continued fighting, no matter how much pain she had to go through in order to escape from this annoying boston crab. In the end, she managed to unbalance her opponent and make her stumble forward, which allowed the blonde girl to get up and away from the half-naked girl.

The noble woman climbed back up to her feet. The sight was even worse than when she was down. Cuts every two inches of skin. Crimson blood staining her pure white one piece outfit. It definitely didnt look good for her. How much more punishment would she be able to take? Just by looking into her eyes you should be able to see how determined she was to win this... to punish Heather.

For now, however, Michelle would keep herself from recklessly attacking her opponent again. Not knowing how much more sheâ€d be able to endure, she had to make every second count. Not by attacking, attacking and then attacking some more, of course, but by luring Heather into a trap and countering from there. Her opponent seemed to have quite a temper, after all. She should totally take advantage of that. “Youâ€re not catching me off guard again... soon the people will watch you fall and this bed of roses will receive you with open arms.”

Taking heavy breaths, Heather stayed leaning forward on the ropes. She couldn't deny, she's taken quite the beating this match. Her back has numerous amounts of cuts on it, filling it quite a bit with the warm red liquid that was flowing out. The blood loss was making her a bit dizzy, but she knew that there was no way she was alone on that. While she herself has taken quite a beating, she knows she's given back quite a bit as well. The match was going back and forth in quite the competition, and Heather wasn't ready to give it up any time soon.

Turning around, Heather watched as Michelle made it to her feet. The girl was putting on quite the show and she wasn't seeming to falter any more than Heather was. For that, Heather knew from the start that this wouldn't be an easy fight, and that fact is ringing true here at this moment. Resting her arms on the ropes that she leans backwards on, Heather grins a bit hearing Michelle's words.

"Heh...I think these people have seen enough of watching me fall. I don't think they've seen enough of that happening to you though. Now I'm not one to cater to the people..but this one time I think I'd agree with them on that." Heather says before stepping forward a bit from the ropes. She puts her arms up in a ready position, thinking in her mind that the girl to make the first move could either be taking the advantage, or giving it away.

"I've been cut up quite a bit already, the way I see it, nothing will be very new if I hit the ground a few more times. That being said, that's it for you. Now that I think I've beaten these roses, I'm gonna go all out until I beat you, or every last drip of blood is drained from my body." Heather says as she narrows her eyes, her grin disappearing in place of a serious determined face. Heather thought to herself that she can't lose here tonight, there's no way, not with all the abuse she's taken and given out this match.

"So...I hope you're ready?" Heather says before she charges at Michelle. She goes for an obvious clothesline, hoping the girl will duck it. If she does, Heather will keep running, jump onto the ropes, and jump backwards into the air, hoping to land on Michelle's shoulders and perform a hurricanrana.

Michelle gave her back to the other woman for a few seconds, crawling towards the ropes. It's not like it could be avoided; she just hoped Heather didnt attack her while she was down. She needed the help that only the ropes could provide her, and if she took much more damage now, she doubted she'd be able to stand up later. Heck, it was almost impossible for her to get up on her own right now. Just a few inches more and she'd make it...

There. Holding firmly onto the bottom rope, Michelle used it as support in order to get up on her feet. Even though she was now up, she could really use a few more seconds to recover her breath and get her mind back into the match. She also need to calm herself down a little bit before continuing. If she kept allowing Heather's comments to annoy her, she'd continue to make mistakes and surely end up losing.

"You shall see, mademoiselle" She began speaking, staring right into Heather's eyes. "that these roses have not had enough of your blood. And I guarantee you: it will hurt, and you will beg for mercy." Her french accent was pretty singular, and made her voice sound very distinguished. The noble woman did not dare to step away from the ropes. She decided to wait for her opponent right where she was, not knowing what Heather could have in store for her: she couldnt afford being careless anymore. In any case, the other girl seemed to be planning to come at her now. She prepared herself to receive her, arms up in a defensive stance as she waited for Heather to attack.

Michelle wouldnt have had any problems ducking under the apparent clothesline, thinking that after that, she'd be able to sneak behind her opponent and counter attack from behind. Big was her surprise when Heather leapt off the ground and landed on her shoulders. This was bad! If she was right, the other girl was attempting to execute a hurricarrana. Now, if she allowed her opponent to pull it off, she'd surely be done for. And that wouldnt be acceptable! The blonde woman was quick to react. Her hands immediatly moved to Heather's thighs, attempting to stop the other girl and prepare for a big counter attack. "Nnhh... Hyaaaah!" If she was able to do so, Michelle would muster all of her strength and try to slam her opponent violently into the mat in a devastating powerbomb! Of course, if the move succeeded, she'd keep Heather's body folded up into a ball, holding her down as she waited for the referee to start counting her out.