Tatyina Vs. Allison Watson

Tatyina hoped against hope that Allison would stay down but as the Brit slowly began to rise., she blushed a little. There was a lot of fight in the posh blond even after Tatyina thought she had done a good job of wearing her down. She strained as she was lifted onto her tip toes and then off the ground completely. The crowd was shocked and Tatyina was as well as she dangled off of Allison. She knew that she couldn't let go but if she didn't, she'd be at the mercy of Allison and whatever she was planning.

She decided to try something as she let got of Allison and slid down her back. As she dropped, she crouched and hoped to sling her arm between Allison's legs and pull her off balance into a quick roll up pin, that might hopefully catch Allison off guard while she was still weak from the sleeper.

Allison took a deep breath as Tatyina let go, one hand one her chest. It was a wonderful feeling. She barely had time to try to resist when she felt Tatyina pulling her backwards, her arms flailed once and she fell, the girl rolling her up for a pin.

The ref slid into position and Allison stared up at the ceiling, breathing deeply. She waited until he reached a count of two and kicked, flinging the little girl violently off of her and ending sprawled face down on the mat. One hand and one knee curled to the side to start to try to push herself up. She'd need a moment to recover. The way this little girl was dominating her... perhaps the year she'd spent as only a business woman had made her soft.

Tatyina was flung off of Allison after the two count and panted, holding her chest as she sat upon her knees. No matter what she did, Allison never seemed to be beaten. Could she be beaten? Tatyina was not ready to answer that question with a no just yet. She'd faced bigger and tougher opponents so far. in her career. But maybe they weren't as skilled? She didn't know and didn't have time to think. She hopped up and if Allison hadn't hopped up yet either, Tatyina was looking to put a boot into Allison's side to send her back down tot he ground, or at least prevent her from fully recovering.

Allison laboriously got to her feet and turned around in time to see Tayina coming at her again. She waved her hands at her, palms out. "No, wait!"

Tatyina's boot caught Allison's stomach and put her down on her knees, doubled over. She held her stomach with both arms. She's only been around the Friction building for how long and already her stomach had taken more abuse then in the last several years. And the idea that it was this little nobody causing her so much pain and humiliation... it was humiliating enough in itself.

She was experienced enough to not panic when she was in trouble, but her anger threatened her composure. She'd been practically helpless for half the match, it seemed, and angry or not she had made little to no headway in shutting down this girl. It was so frustrating it made her want to scream, and she might have right then if she weren't gasping for breath with her stomach in knots.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me." Tatyina said as Allison screamed out and then doubled over. She closed her eyes for a moment and lowered her head before lifting her left leg up and then pushing off with her right to swing her right leg up past Allison's head and hopefully smash her right heel down on the base of Allison's neck guillotine style. Hopefully this connected and hopefully finally put Allison out. Tatyina had been running on adrenaline for a while now and didn't know how much longer she could keep up a frenetic pace against Allison.

Allison hadn't even begun to try to straighten up when Tatyina's kick landed. She was still folded up over her knees on the mat, and as the heel of Tatyina's boot thudded into the back of her head she jerked once and slumped limply to the side.

Her perpetually perfect hair was then disheveled and sweaty, and her back heaved while she took deep breaths. She wasn't the least bit aware of it, but the crowd was cheering for Tatyina, screaming for a finish. Allison would never live this down.

Tatyina let out a sigh of relief as the boot connected. She then stepped over Allison and leaned in close. "Please. Please ust sleep." She whispered as she would try and lock in another sleeper hold on Allison. She softly panted as she attempted the maneuver and her own blood red hair had disheveled strands strewn about it as sweat glistened off her pale skin as well.

Allison stayed limp as Tatyina pulled her up and wrapped her arm around her neck. She was only vaguely aware that it was happening, her arms instinctively, and somewhat weakly coming up to pull at the forearm buried in her neck. Her eyelids flickered, her feet kicked, and before she could even think straight about her predicament everything went back.

She was limp again, unconscious, and at the mercy of her smaller opponent. Her hair hung in her face, her legs together and hips turned to the side. The ref stepped in to grab her wrist and check her.

When Tatyina secured the hold, she panted hard against Allison's ear. "Please sleep." She whispered desperately. She didn't think she could take another break on Allison's part. She'd really been worn down by the British woman's power. and endurance. She squeezed tightly,, almost hugging Allison close like a friend as she nestled her face against Allison's. Even as the ref picked up Allison's hand for a second count, Tatyina hugged tighter and tighter against her posh foe.

Allison was motionless as the ref hurried through his check. As soon as her arm fell for the third time, he called for Tatyina to let go and began pulling at her arms.

Allison slumped onto the mat and the ref went about rolling her onto her side and resting her head on her arm. He began to rub her neck and her temples, and it was what seemed like a long time before her eyelids fluttered. As she came to, she rolled onto her back and laid flat, the lights glaring in her eyes. A powerful wave of nausea made her want to curl into a ball, but she didn't. She had more dignity than that, even in her present situation.

She was... disappointed. In herself. She'd get over it, but certainly her ego had been damaged. Maybe she'd train harder and take out her frustrations on the next girl. Maybe she'd focus more on her business. Maybe she was... getting old. The thought of it made her even more sick. Welling up in the pit of her stomach was a sick, angry, violent feeling. She knew someone would suffer as a result, and she believed she was strong enough that it wouldn't be herself. She rolled over onto her stomach and pulled her knees under her, resting her forehead on the mat in front of her.