Bonnie Gastin Vs. Allison Watson

Bonnie groaned and winced as she felt her hair getting pulled, it burned her scalp and just hurt like hell. She hated what Allison was doing and wanted to make her stop but she couldn't and felt pathetic about not being able to stop her.

With an eye open she saw where Allison was taking her, staggering around on her feet, her ankle surging with pain at every step, bracing herself for impact. "AAH!" Bonnie whined as she went forehead first into the steel divider, her head snapping up a bit before slumping against the divider as she cradled her head with one hand, feeling her eyes get a bit teary eyed but she refused to show weakness and cry... But it hurt and her brain felt absolutely rattled.

"Oh, poor little flower," Allison cooed. She reached down to stroke Bonnie's blonde hair while she lay flat on the floor. "You wilt so quickly in the sun."

Her caresses suddenly stopped, and again her hand clamped down on Bonnie's hair. She yanked her upright, and bent to plow her shoulder into her midsection, folding her over and hefting her up like a sack of potatoes. She carried her for a moment, hanging over her shoulder, just to let the crowd take in the sight.

Then she abruptly tossed her off, and let her drop on her stomach over the upright barricade.

"Don't...Touch me..." Growled Bonnie. Allison's presence just made her angry and uncomfortable as her hair was stroked, she knew good and well any pleasant attitude from the woman was fake. Suddenly however the caressing halted as she felt Allison yanking hard on her hair. "Y-Yaaa-OOH!" She began to cry before she got plowed by Allison's shoulder, spittle flying from her mouth, weezing as she was blasted, feeling like a ragdoll when Allison lifted her up before suddenly dropping her down hard on the rail.

"UUUGH!" Bonnie cried, her eyes going wide as she bounced limply on the rail before going limp, hanging over it like a pair of jeans on a clotheslines, limply swaying as the crowed offered some sympathy with a loud "Oooh!" after Bonnie got dumped, her brother looking on concerned as Bonnie groaned almost breathlessly.

"N-Nnh...Urrh..." She coughed as she remained slumped over, she really did look like she was wilting right now. Arms and legs draping down uselessly, swaying almost lifelessly.

Allison took a moment to admire her handiwork. It was a beautiful sight, the suffering girl hanging exactly where she'd left her. She wore her pain like perfume, and it stirred something inside Allison. She craved more of it.

She nonchalantly stepped up onto the bottom of the barricade and carefully sat down between the small of Bonnie's back and her upturned butt. Her weight doubtlessly made the predicament even more unbearable for the girl, but Allison was not the least bit bothered. She examined her nails while the crowd booed.

"You certainly do look the part, though, don't you darling," she said, like she was only making pleasant conversation. "But you seem like you weren't aware which part that is. Let me tell you, it's this one. You're another pretty face, another beautiful body for the masses to drool over, and you make a lovely canvas for my work. I'll paint you with such beautiful colors, and you'll become so much more than just another blonde girl." Her smile widened, and her eyes narrowed. "But... I'm afraid you won't like it at all."

Bonnie felt almost breathless, a sick feeling in her taut abdomen after getting dumped stomach first into the unforgiving iron rail, hanging over it as she writhed in pain, it coursed through her body. She hadn't felt this bad physically since the TLC tag match and she felt nothing could make this worse but it did get worse when Allison sat down on her, humliatingly pressing Bonnie's stomach down harder over the rail.

"G-Grrroooguh...." Bonnie groaned in pain, her eyes crossing and her mouth opening with a breathless gasp that showed off her extended tongue from being pressed on the rail, her arms and legs flailing faintly. She felt horrible, she never been taken apart so easily before, nor put in such a humiliating position, on top of that, Allison's words were horrible, they angered her but the fact she couldn't seem to get loose was the most upsetting thing. That Allison could say these things and toy with her and she couldn't get back at her.

But she remained as defiant as she could be. [size=85:1jd386jn]"...You...Woulda....Loved me... As a....Dyke...H-Hooh..." She mumbled with a strained voice like someone was stepping on her stomach, she tried to laugh but it ended up hurting her a bit more.

Allison's lips curled back into a sneer that defied her dignity. "Yes, that sounds lovely," she said, and the words sounded like they were drowning in her voice.

She slid off of Bonnie and grabbed the girl under her arm and by the hair, and yanked her impatiently off the barrier. She dragged her staggering toward the ring and threw her down again, this time headfirst at the metal steps to the ring.

She tugged on her gloves and unbuttoned her vest, slipping it off with her cravat so that only her white-belted black bikini top remained covering her upper body, matching her bottoms. She tossed the clothes under the bottom rope and closed on Bonnie with a cruel stomp at her lower back, to force her back into the steps, and leaned her weight into it.

"You must understand, the only way this match will end is if you give up. And even then, I may not be done playing with you."

Bonnie gasped in relief as Allison slid off her back meaning less pressure was going to be put on her stomach and she could stop feeling like she was going to be cut in half slowly. But Allison was not done, with a weak grunt Bonnie flopped off the rail and staggered helplessly next to Allison, her head lowered and unmoving due to the grip Allison had on her hair, unable to do anything as she got ragdoldled and tossed head first into the steel steps.

*CRASH.* "A-Ahhh!!" Cried Bonnie as she hit the steps, her forehead bouncing up off of the metal steps before she slumped against it, arms draped over the steps as her head rested against the steel. "Uuu.." She groaned weakly, panting rapidly, telling herself to get up and fight but lifting herself felt impossible, she felt dizzy. All she could hear were the cat calls and whistles the crowd gave Allison as she removed her vest and showed off her perfect body to the drooling masses. Everyone was pleased. Save for one in the crowd.

Without warning, Bonnie took hard stomp to her lower back. "NNNYAAAHH!" She whaled, eyes and mouth going wide as her body arched up before she returned her slumped position over the steps, shutting her eyes tightly and gritting her teeth as she endured the pain and fought to remain tough. She could not give in to Allison like this. But the promise of being played with like this until she gave up... It intimidated her.

"Yer'...Gonna have a long night...Bitch..." Muttered Bonnie, trying to summon all her strength to push herself off the steps but she would only move a bit before getting pushed back against the steps. She felt like a cornered mouse against a hungry cat.

Allison laughed delightedly. "Oh, god, yes! Mmm, I might just come back for seconds." The promise of a long night was intoxicating, and she salivated at the thought of it. Her green eyes glowed with sadistic glee while she bent down, almost all her weight bearing down on Bonnie's back, to hook two fingers in the corner of her mouth.

"Oh, tell me a story, darling. Sing me a song," she said as she wrenched back on Bonnie's cheek, stretching it out and turning her head to the side. "I want to hear you say my name like this. Say it."

She raised her head and called out into the crowd in no particular direction. "Are you paying attention, you noisy little mutt?"

Jocelyn had managed to find a good seat for the match. Normally she didn't like to come watch matches like this but as she sat in the stands, in a semi-discreet clothes, she knew she had to come to this one. With the way things were going between her and Allison, Jocelyn knew she needed to step up her game. To finally show Allison a few things.

She looked down. She was wearing a partially zipped up hoodie over a normal shirt and some jeans. Very normal. But her hands fidgeted in her hoodie's pockets. She had a present for Allison tonight. She was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to show it off to the person she hated most in this world.

Bonnie's eyes wide as she heard Allison laugh at her words, she sounded demented and crazy and not once did she expect this from someone who looked like Allison. Bonnie would not back down but she couldn't deny the way this woman acted and talked, it intimidated Bonnie a little.

"Nnnnnnfff!" Bonnie would whimper as she felt Allison's fingers hook inside the corner of her mouth before pulling back, all while being compressed even tighter against the steel steps.

"A-Aaaah! Aaaaaah!" The yanking at her mouth was agonizing and Bonnie's eyes weld up with tears of pain and anguish, her anger building as she was brought to this state, even more so as she heard Allison's words, beyond told to say her name like a bitch and... Apparently calling her a mutt? She had to be. Bonnie was pissed.

Huffing and puffing out her nose, Bonnie bit down twice with her teeth, she missed Allison's fingers and growled, putting all her strength into trying to push off the steps, using her legs to try and pry herself free and get loose from the steps, giving a mighty thrust with her legs to try and push herself off the steps and Allison away from her.