Bonnie Gastin Vs. Allison Watson

Bonnie breathed softly as she was turned over on her back, flopping with her arms spread out and her hair in her eyes, , grunting faintly when Allison pushed her foot down on Bonnie's chest to start a pin. The Texan grimaced faintly as she heard the count.

"ONE!" "TWO!" Suddenly however she sprang up and threw her arm as she turned over on her side, trying to shove Allison's foot aside while breaking the pin, rubbing the front of her neck softly as she laid on the mat at Allison's feet.

Allison smiled when Bonnie kicked out. It meant that her fun wasn't over yet. If the girl was a glutton for punishment, Allison would provide her with plenty of it.

She bent down to take hold of Bonnie's hair with both hands. She took her time pulling her up to her feet, keeping the girl's head down at her waist level, and marched across the ring while dragging her behind.

Bonnie winced with her teeth gritted as Allison bent over and grabbed onto her long hair and pulled her up to her feet, wincing at the pain in her scalp as she staggered to her feet, feeling her cheek resting against Allison's waist while the girl marched her towards the corner. Bonnie had an idea on what Allison was going to try.

Not trying to waste any time, Bonnie tried to throw an elbow backwards into Allison's abdomen, hoping to try and make the girl let her go.

If that worked, Bonnie would stand up straight and with a small growl, would reach for the back of Allison's hair, trying to yank her along and ram her face first into the top turnbuckle.

"Haah!"

"Hurrk!"

Allison was caught by surprise by Bonnie's elbow as it smacked into her stomach. It took her breath away, and made her stop, her face twisting with pain and indignation. Then the blonde had her hands in Allison's hair, and Allison shrieked, but her outrage was cut short when her face bounced off the turnbuckle. She rebounded back up, dazed, turned her back to the corner and leaned against it with a hand to her forehead.

Bonnie grinned as she struck Allison and rammed the Brit head first into the corner, hearing her shrieking cry was both music to Bonnie's ears and just plain annoying as well, but she loved shutting her up as she made her face bounce off the turnbuckle.

"H-Hah. Suck it, bitch!" Bonnie would say before attempting to climb the middle ropes quickly in front of Allison, getting a handful of Allison's hair in her left palm before going to rain down a swift punch to the side of Allison's temple.

"One! Two! Three! Four! Five!" Yelled the crowd in English as Bonnie tried to rain down some hasty punches on Allison's head, doing what she knew best.

Allison's head jerked to the side with each punch. She couldn't get her bearings enough to see about getting Bonnie off of her, but she could hear the crowd counting for her and her blood boiled. In that moment, she would've killed every last fan in the arena. One thing at a time.

Finally, she'd had enough, and she hooked her arms underneath Bonnie's legs, against her inner thighs. With an angry shout, she heaved upward, picking the Texan up and flinging her back, aiming to toss her over the turnbuckle and out of the ring entirely.

Bonnie kept hammering away at Allison without mercy, pounding her fist into the girl's bare cheek over and over with the intent to wear her down, Bonnie silently hoping that her blows would hurt Allison enough to keep her dazed while she worked her over.

Unfortunately for Bonnie though, she wouldn't be able to keep up those punches, Allison had other plans when she hooked her thighs under Bonnie's legs and suddenly pushed upward, tossing Bonnie right over Allison's head and the turnbuckle.

Bonnie's eyes shot wide as this happened, gasping as she felt her feet leave the ropes as she was lifted, unable to control herself as she was flipped over, everything going a bit slow until at last she fell to padded floor outside,

"Aaaagh!" She landed with a hard thud, feet first, then awkwardly falling on her back and rolling onto her side. She curled up and clutched her right ankle, swearing she felt a horrid shock go up her leg when she took that nasty awkward landing.

"Sonvabitch!" She yelled, gritting her teeth as she held her ankle, feeling like it got a little twisted after the landing, laying on the outside of the ring while the ref looked on. Bonnie was thankful there were no count outs but part of her was already afriad. She didn't have time to be hurt like this, Allison would surely follow her. That was what she expected. She just needed a moment.

Allison shook her ringing head and touched the fingers of one hand to her forehead. That, the Texan hammering away at her like she was pounding in a railroad spike, was entirely unacceptable. She fixed her hair and clothes, but didn't take the time to get them perfect.

She gracefully rolled under the bottom rope and down to the floor below. She stalked around her wounded prey to the front row and trailed her fingers along the metal barricade while she circled around. She saw Bonnie favoring her ankle and sneered, an eager, ugly expression. She wondered how much enjoyment she could wring out of the girl's little joint.

Suddenly, she leapt forward and threw a hard soccer kick at Bonnie's legs, just to batter her a little more and keep her off her feet. With no count-outs, she had all the time in the world to press her advantage.

Bonnie writhed around on the arena floor while holding her left ankle. It stung hardcore and she knew it would only feel worse if she put any pressure on it but she hoped it would just wear off or that maybe she could get used to the pain when she needed to stand on it. But she needed time for the pain to subside and that wans't goning to pass with Allison as the Brit started to move on and sure enough, wanted to kick Bonnie while she was down. Literally.

She grit down on her teeth as she stared at Allison's ugly expression. High class appearing woman who acted very posh but showed a very nasty looking sneer that told Bonnie she was not as refined as she wanted to think she was. Bonnie braced herself and took a hard kick to her legs. Her eyes went wide, crying out in pain as she was struck.

"Aaaagghhh!! S-Shiit! Fuckin' twat!" She cursed bitterly, wincing from the pain that made her eyes well up a bit, feeling more tension on her left ankle and lower shin.

Allison's smile remained imprinted on her face, though her eyes had hardened into cold and unyielding stones. She fixed her emerald gaze on the suffering blonde and bent to collect a handful of her hair, and then turned to lead the girl stumbling toward the barricade, picking up speed as she went until she finally threw her down, headfirst into the steel divider.