Bonnie Gastin Vs. Allison Watson

Allison's face soured into a deep scowl. She watched Clyde turn around and head for the barricade. The little coward was trying to escape! He was going to save his own skin and throw this girl, whatever relation she was, to the wolves. It was poetic in its own right, but she couldn't let him just walk away.

She strode quickly up behind him and reached out to grab him by the scruff, but he turned around. It took a moment for Allison to register what he was holding, and when he swung it she walked right into it. The chair slammed into her head with a resounding CRACK! It echoed through the arena, and the crowd exploded, they were on their feet, cheering for the sudden reversal of fortune on the icy, ruthless blonde.

She staggered back, unable to get her balance until she backed into the ring. She put a hand to her forehead and shook her head. THAT was ENTIRELY unacceptable. She growled angrily and pushed herself off the apron to go after him again.

Clyde couldn't remember the last time he struck a lady with a chair but his kin was in danger and that was all that mattered, that being said, part of him was caught off guard by actually hitting Allison so directly with an unprotected and dead-on strike, giving a nasty CLANG that honestly made Clyde cringe a bit afterwards as he felt steel on skull.

"Gah Damn!" He thought but managed to grin afterwards, she was going down for sure. "Ha ha!" He chimed in victory as he watched Allison stagger back and shake off the obvious stinging of the blow. What the hell was she, The Terminator?

"Stay down, toots!" He charged towards her yet again and raised the chair above his head and tried to strike her noggin once again.

Allison barely got her butt off the ring apron before Clyde charged in and swung his chair at her again. She put up her hands and the chair slammed into her again, and she cried out. It hurt. She was already dazed before, and now she was just taking a beating. She could barely see straight.

Were it not for the ring behind her, she would likely have been on her back, but she was still upright as she leaned against the apron. She lashed out with her hands and scraped claw-like fingers down the chair before Clyde could get it back until she got a hold on it. She white knuckled it and pulled it in, dragging Clyde closer.

Jocelyn had been watching the scene unfold. Allison was absolutely destroying the girl. It was delicious until some prick came out and started messing things up. Jocelyn fumed and began to inch down the crowd from her seat. Was he going to ruin things? Was he going to take away what she had been planning?

When Clyde smashed the chair into Allison, Jocelyn's eyes shot wide. She couldn't believe it. He really was! He was going to do to Allison what she had been dreaming of doing since they first met. She couldn't allow that. She couldn't have that robbed from her. She couldn't allow this man to upset all her perfect plans!

She rushed up to the barricade when Clyde hit with the chair shot. And when he raised the chair for the second one, she slipped over the small barrier. He was clearly focused on smashing Allison's skull in. Jocelyn pulled something shiny from her pocket that wrapped around her fist like brass knuckles.

When Allison grabbed the second chair shot, Jocelyn ducked down and swung her metal clad fist between Clyde's legs and didn't waste any time as she came up and aimed another punch right at the back of his head. She wasn't going to let this cowboy ride roughshod over the woman she loved any more.

Clyde narrowed his eyes after striking Allison yet again, all he had to do was keeping wearing her down until she was too battered to chase after him and Bonnie. He'd either Knockout Allison or just stun her enough for him to steal Bonnie away. Didn't matter what happened as long as he saved her.

His eyes widened however as Allison hung on to the chair and actually started Dragging Clyde towards her, feeling his loafers begin to slide across the mat at as Allison pulled him closer and closer. "Craap!" He thought, trying to haul back or step away but before he knew it a horrid pain erupted between his legs.

"OOOOGH!!" Clyde's eyes shot wide as he cried out through his gritted teeth, letting go of the chair as he cupped his balls before taking a horrible strike to the back of the head, making Clyde slump stagger and slump against the metal chair held in front of him with glazed eyes and a stuck pained expression as he fell over on his side, clutching his jewels, feeling oh so dizzy.

"Get up! Get up!" He yelled to himself in his head over and over but he couldn't even bother to sit up, he felt like he was going to hurl and he felt light headed, vision was blurry, the bright lights above the ceiling were spinning.

Jocelyn smirked and flashed Allison a quick look like a proud puppy who had obeyed her master before the order was even given. She then held out her hand and let the item she was holding reveal itself with a clink. She dangled the handcuffs and reached for Clyde's wrist. Now that he had been properly subdued, it was time for him to be thoroughly incapacitated.

"I'm sorry that your work was interrupted, Sarah." Jocelyn said with a grin. "My new mate and I were just looking for front row seats. Please, continue." She then yanked on Clyde's arm and cuffed it to the ring, making sure there would be no more interference from the pesky twin brother.

Clyde suddenly crumpled to the floor in front of Allison, and it took a moment for her to figure out what had happened. Through bleary eyes, she saw Jocelyn, looking rather proud of herself. In this case, she had good reason to be, though Allison would certainly never tell him something like that.

Her knees wobbled when she pushed herself off the ring apron, but she took a moment and steadied herself, and let her head clear a bit. When she looked back at Clyde, he was cuffed to the bottom turnbuckle support, and she cackled. How perfect! She was as bewildered as anything that Jocelyn might've just done something right.

She glanced down at the chair Clyde had used to bash her head in, and then up at Clyde. She reached out and wrapped her arm around the small of Jocelyn's back, and pulled her in close against her skin. She was more than half a foot taller than the little punk, counting her boots, and she leaned back so she could look down at her face.

"Go get the girl," she said, with a sinister grin.

Jocelyn was indeed quite proud of her work and she looked down at Clyde with a hateful grin. "Sorry, princess, looks like the fun's run out." She said in her thick Australian accent. She chuckled as she stepped back and looked at Allison. She always sought approval from that woman. She heard the deranged cackle and thought it was good enough. Then she watched her reach out an arm and pull her close.

Jocelyn grinned up at Allison with a proud and sadistic grin as her hands meekly wrapped around Allison briefly. Jocelyn purred for a moment before grinning even wider at Allison, never taking her eyes off the woman.

"Right." She said and nodded at Allison's instructions. She pulled away, and went to Bonnie. She loomed over her and grinned wickedly at the girl. "Nap time's over, ya tosser." She said and reached down for to big handfuls of the twin's golden hair and began to drag her until she was laid out before Allison. She then forced Bonnie's head up so she was forced to stare up at Allison. "Look at her." She growled. "Look at the woman who's better than you in every way." Jocelyn spat with sudden venom at the female twin.

Clyde felt like he was going hurl. His head was spinning and pain and fear engulfed him, he couldn't be taken out like this, Bonnie was going to be picked apart if he didn't do something! He told himself to move, to stand, to kick, to punch, to bite but before he knew it, a piece of metal would wrap around his wrist, he knew what it was and he practically went pale.

"No! No!" He screamed inwardly, a shaking hand reaching for Jocelyn's wrist but it was too late, she had him cuffed to the ring, the low blow stunned him so bad he couldn't even make himself pull on the cuffs as he slumped against the ring, looking over at Bonnie while he writhed in horrid pain, shutting his eyes tightly and occasionally looking at the duo of Allison and... Some other girl with a weird accent. Clyde eyes would meet Allison's when she glanced at him, his expression showcasing the pain between his legs and the fear he felt for his sister, praying that Allison would just give up and take off after getting her skull blasted. But she wasn't done, Clyde heard her speak to Jocelyn and tell her to 'get the girl'. His eyes shot wide.

[size=85:19ve0qvh] "Nooooo..." He groaned in protest, pulling his subdued wrist like he hoped it could be pulled apart.

Meanwhile, Bonnie had been on the floor, she barely knew what was happening, after nearly blacking out from being choked, she heard the crashing of steel and a familiar voice, she knew it was Clyde. Relief came over her as she was helped out but at the same time, her heart sank because she felt weak, she wanted to fight on and win but out the corner of her eye she saw that Allison was not going down from the chair shots and within moments, Clyde was down too and she grimaced at the sight Jocelyn's assault before she cuffed her brother to the ring.

Bonnie couldn't watch, she had to help. She wanted crawling away towards the barricade, hoping to use it to stand herself up but before she could even start moving, a sharp pain would burn into her scalp suddenly as Jocelyn grabbed her hair. "Aaahhhh!!" She cried out as she was dragged, falling flat on her stomach in front of Allison, coughing immediately afterwards, her throat burned from the choking.

"N-Nyaaaah!" She cried as her hair was pulled again, making her look up at Allison with a pained expression, being told to look at her opponent. Bonnie narrowed her eyes and just scowled.

"...Y'all both some cunts..." She rasped with an eye open, glaring hatefully with her blue eyes towards Allison. All while a faint rattling of metal was heard as Clyde repeatedly yanked and pulled on the cuffs, his other arm reaching out as if hoping his arm could stretch a little more to grab Allison by the wrist and subdue her. Never before had either twin felt so helpless.

"Hm." Allison frowned and picked up her foot. Neatly, and without effort, she kicked the toe of her boot into Bonnie's upper lip. "Do watch the way you speak, darling."

She roughly seized Bonnie be the hair and grabbed her arm, and lifted her easily up to her feet. She yanked mercilessly on her hair, handling her like oversized baggage, and twisted Bonnie's arm tightly behind her back. She held her in place, in front of Jocelyn and on display for Clyde.

"Well, little Lu Jiao, it's only fair that you are rewarded for your efforts. Do as you will."