Bonnie Gastin Vs. Allison Watson

Standard Match
Win By Pinfall or Submission
No Countouts.

Bonnie had butterflies in her stomach. She had not been in the ring for almost a year and now she was back, making her return to friction. She had spent so much time trying to find her place, and for the most part thought it was beside her girlfriend, Duffy, but the ring was calling her, she loved to compete, to fight. She was not ready to walk away from this sort of life just yet. If she had a purpose in this world after all, the ring would show it to her.

She just hoped people liked her new look. Hair had finally grown out. No more mullet.



[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqO8LpE0GU4:3692n3nd]Shout At The Devil by Motley Crue[/url:3692n3nd] would begin to play throughout the arena and the crowd erupted into loud cheers as they saw Bonnie reappear. She stepped out onto the ramp, wearing a white tank top, blue fingerless gloves, black skinny jeans and [url=http://s3.amazonaws.com/rapgenius/Nike-Air-Force-1-Hi-White-Sport-Red-Gum-1-610x397.jpg:3692n3nd]high top air force ones[/url:3692n3nd] that the jeans were tucked into.

Her stride down towards the ring was very shy... She was never the sheepish kind of girl, she was rowdy and tough! But as the crowed cheered with applause for her return and new appearance, she blushed a bit from embarrassment at the positive response that was her return to the ring. Finally making her way down the ramp, Bonnie slid inside the ring and went to a nearby corner to stand on it and raise her fist to the crowd. "YEEAAH!!" She really didn't know what else to say but she hollered that out anyway, and gained a nice applause from the crowd.

In the crowd was her twin brother, Clyde, who had stood up the moment his sister's music began playing. "C'MON YALL! CLAP!" Clyde commanded to some other folks seated beside him that were sitting down, trying to spur them on to cheer for his sister! Bonnie spotted him and smiled before shaking her head at her brother, giving him a half hearted salute with two fingers before stepping off the turnbuckle. She was appreciative that her brother was here to be supportive of her and cheer her on. She loved him for that but told herself she'd have to ignore his presence and focus on her opponent in the ring. It was her big return after all, she didn't want to make any mistakes!

Allison watched from backstage while her opponent made her way to the ring. The girl was young... blonde hair and blue eyes and shy. A sweet girl, only just learning to walk on her own but far too inexperienced to fly. She watched her test the waters with the crowd... She was uncertain of how they'd react, and worried about how they might. Allison smiled.

Her music began to fill the arena, creeping in slowly like a bass heavy fog, and Allison made her way to the entrance ramp. She moved at her own pace, she was in no hurry to appease the drooling masses outside and she was going to savor every moment she spent with this precious young thing. The possibilities... made her tingle.

She strode down the ramp, not bothering to acknowledge the crowd. Enough of them had seen her before to know that they didn't like her, and the more enthusiastic fans booed her. She considered addressing some of the more obnoxious fans closest to the barrier, but she rather saved her energy for her opponent. Bonnie.

She climbed the ring steps and slipped her supple body gracefully through the ropes. She went to her corner and leaned against the turnbuckles, arms draped easily on the top ropes, while she stared across the ring at Bonnie, a slight smile on her lips. She couldn't wait.

Bonnie bounced on her sneaker covered toes as she waited for her opponent to arrive, she felt good, confident and slightly nervous, rarely ever intimidated however at least until she heard the heavy bass of Allison's theme play, it made her gulp slightly because it felt so eerie with Allison just walking out slowly. Bonnie got a good look at her, she was a really attractive, mature looking woman who carried a confident step in her walk like she had done this a dozen times. Her presence made Bonnie feel...Chilly.

But the Texan girl shook it off. She wasn't scared of nobody. So she just had a good entrance and a really badass walk. "Big deal!" Bonnie told herself while rotating her right arm. Her loyal punching arm!

Bonnie resumed bouncing on her toes, looking over at her tall, voluptuous opponent who learned against her turnbuckle casually. Bonnie grinned at her. "Heh. She's pretty but I bet she's the usual snobby rich girl type. Hope she ain't. Hope she can fight." Bonnie sought a good challenge.

"Heeeeyyy!" She waved obnoxiously. "Nice to meet ya, I'm Bonnie! I'd shake yer hand but...Yeah, you know! We can do that later! Anyway good luck, man! Heehee." Bonnie shouted from her corner with a wide grin, brushing her thumb with her nose. She intended to win, but she hoped to have friendly, fun, scrap while they were at it.

Eventually the bell rang and Bonnie moved in casually, moving towards the center of the ring, expecting Allison to do the same. If she did, Bonnie would hold her arms out and ready for a lock up.

After the bell, Allison took her time stretching her arms up toward the ceiling and bending to one side, then the other. With the extra couple inches from her boots, she stood almost half a foot taller than Bonnie, and the size difference was noticeable even from the nosebleeds. Finally, when she was ready, she approached the middle of the ring.

With a polite smile, she said "I rather think you might do better with a different approach, darling." Her velvety, posh voice was a hard contrast to Bonnie's southern drawl. "While you're quite fit, you must know that I'm stronger. Certainly you don't want to test your strength against me." She added a pleasant little smile.

"I know all the tricks your sort like to try, and I'm not going to fall for them. I'd put my hand up and get a boot to the belly for it, is that right?"

Bonnie felt a small wave of nervousness creep over her. Allison was... Tall. She sure as hell wasn't afraid of this girl and had taken down taller folks before, but she couldn't deny that it sometimes made her a tad intimated, Especially when this was the first time she would be fighting anyone as tall as Allison.

Hearing Allison's words though, Bonnie just smirked at her poshness. "Well call me stubborn hun but sometimes I like to try anyway." Bonnie would remark with a shameless grin.
She pouted her lip out and shook it side to side upon hearing Allison talk about how she knew all her tricks and spoke about an all too common boot to the belly during a lockup. Bonnie shifted her head side to side and grinned mischievously. "Aw. Ya got me pardner! Caught me red handed! Ain't no way I can fight ya now!" Bonnie teased in a lighthearted manner.

"No. You jus' stand there and take a lickin'!" She declared suddenly before charging at Allison within a short distance and attempting to shoulder check Allison's body in an attempt to knock her down on her back. She wanted to test the waters and see if Ms. Fancy Pants could really hang!

The collision knocked Allison back a couple steps, but unfortunately for Bonnie she remained standing. She smiled back at the Texan.

"If you insist, I'll stand right here," she said calmly. "Is there anything else you'd like? I'd certainly like for this to be as close to a fair fight as we can manage. Shall I use one arm?" She almost imperceptibly altered her stance, sliding one foot back just enough.

"Are you waiting for something?"

Bonnie grunted as she rammed her shoulder into the British woman's shoulder, her whole body feeling a sort of jolt as she body checked Allison, only knocking her back a few steps. Bonnie would grimace as Allison smiled at her before saying a couple things that started to get Bonnie mad, especially with how Allison asked if she wanted to handicap herself to make this a 'fair fight'.

Bonnie's eyes would narrow and her fists would clinch tightly. She didn't even bother responding to Allison's words, she didn't like being mocked and was determined to show this arrogant woman that Bonnie Gastin wasn't someone you'd want to fight with a handicap.

"Pft." Bonnie scoffed and sharply turned her back to Allison, sprinting towards the ropes behind her, rebounding off them and charging right back towards the brit.

"Haaah!!" Bonnie yelled during her charge as she raised up right arm, jumped up a bit and swung hard towards Allison, attempting to drive forearm right into the very top of the girl's sternum, just below her neck. Attempting to give Allison a fierce clothesline.

Allison folded her arms and rolled her eyes while Bonnie took off running. She had a couple seconds to wait before Bonnie came charging back at her. She caught Bonnie's arm against her forearm and slid down to grab her wrist. She turned her back to her, grabbed with her other arm, and then with a smooth, graceful motion she sent the Texan twisting through the air over her.

Bonnie put a good ton of 'Umph!' into her momentum assisted clothesline, she didn't know if she'd manage to knock Allison over but she was hoping she could! And part of her would that was gonna happen but sadly Allison had other plans.

Bonnie's eyes went wide as Allison caught her arm and right in front of Bonnie's widened eyes she saw the brit turn herself and toss her right over the hip in one fluid motion.

"Hugh!" Bonnie grunted as her she got flung over onto her back, her momentum own momentum used against her as she crashed down on the canvas, flopping up a bit and rolling into her side to press against the ropes, wincing from the bump.

"Well that hurt." She mused to herself with one eye open, looking up at Allison with a strained expression as she tried to pull herself up using the ropes.

Allison regarded Bonnie impassively while she straightened her vest. "I'll try to be more gentle," she said. Her voice was almost soothing.

She took a step back and lifted a hand in an invitation for Bonnie to get up. She wasn't going to press the advantage before she'd thoroughly established with Bonnie what sort of advantage she had. The girl's body was not special, Allison had seen dozens of girls indistinguishable from her, and she would have little difficulty dismantling her. Bonnie was another shapeless lump of energetic blonde, without refinement and without authority and without art. She was eager to show her all the things she was not.

Through her contempt, Allison smiled a neat, innocuous smile at Bonnie, and said nothing.