New Girl On The Block [Open]

Ashlen managed to kick Blossom away for the time being, but she just couldn't get away that easily. She would grunt as she felt Blossom go on top of her and tried to wrap her arms around her neck. The Irish girl fought against her opponent to try and keep those arms away. At the same time, she would try to roll sideways so that she would be on top instead. If this worked, Ashlen would start raining down as many punches as she could on Blossom. "Now, let me show yeh what this Irish girl can do!"

Blossom was on top for all of a few moments - until the tables turned once again and put the Fighting Irish back on top, raining down punches like a hailstorm, and it was all Blossom could do to get her arms up and try to weather the storm. Even then, a few of the blows slipped through and smacked her face around, battering it from side to side and wearing her down by degrees.

Taking a chance, she reached out and tried to grab Ashlen's wrists in mid-punch, holding them and struggling with her for a moment then jerking up to hit her exposed face with a headbutt.

Ashlen would punch down on Blossom as hard as she could to get some damage done on her in spite of the blocking. She was so focused on throwing it all down that she didn't expect Blossom to go up and grab at her wrists to stop her. As she tried to pull and make her opponent let go, Blossom would go up and hit her face with a headbutt.

"AACK!!" Ashlen cried out from that hit and she immediately got off and backed away. Rubbing her face, she had to keep her focus on Blossom in order to keep this match going. This was anyone's game here, so she had to keep this up.

Getting up, nice and slow, she stumbled away from Ashlen and shook her head - even her own boundless energy was starting to run low. She figured she had one more good rally in her before she was tapped out - between the punches and the throws and just the exhaustion, her body was on E. She had to bring this home.

Steeling herself, she dropped down into her classic wrestler's stance and slid towards Jackpot, moving towards her in bold strides. She popped up, looking like she was going for another grab, but instead she ducks down at the last moment, and tries to grab Jackpot by the legs, pulling them back while plowing forwards with a shoulder tackle to drive her down hard in the mat, and maybe even keep her there for the three-count. Risky move, but the time for caution had passed.

Ashlen would put her fists up once more as she watches Blossom move towards her in bold strides. Once she got close, Ashlen was about to give another punch, but Blossom would duck at the last moment. From there, Blossom would grab Ashlen by the legs and pulled to get her down on the mat. Blossom would follow with a shoulder tackle to plow forwards on the Irish girl's body.

She would grunt as she was driven down to the mat on her back and gritted her teeth to try and fight the pain already set in. Also, she would try to punch at her head and body that was close to her and push her off to get her on the mat. Ashlen was determined to win, but she was still impressed at how well this new girl kept up with her.

Blossom had invested a lot in that move, and now that it hadn't paid off, she was paying back for it - with interest. The punch slammed into her face, and before she could recover, another blow checked her hard in the chest. She was thrown off in the next moment and fell to her back, groaning and covering up what would likely be a black eye in a few minutes.

It took some doing, but Ashlen managed to get Blossom off and on her back. She herself would huff out to get some air back from that shoulder tackle plowing in the mat. At least now she had an advantage and she didn't want to waste this up. Scrambling to her feet, Ashlen would go to Blossom and try to turn her over on her stomach so she can focus on her own pains without focusing on HER.

If this worked, Jackpot would quickly jump and stomp on Blossom's bare toes before smushing them underneath her boots.

Blossom was flipped over like a pancake, which was ironic, because that's about how she felt - flat, burned, and covered in juices. She started to rise up, expecting all sorts of nasty moves - the cobra clutch, the Boston Crab, the Surfboard. Any and all of them could have split her in two.

What she wasn't expecting was to have her toes stomped. That hurt. A lot. "YEEEEEOWWW!" She shrieked, crawling away from her tormentress as fast as she could. Which wasn't very fast.

"I GOT YEH NOW!" Ashlen declared as she continued smushing Blossom's toes underneath her boots. She could feel Blossom trying to crawl away, but that might be difficult since her toes were still caught. They DID agree that no holds would be barred in this match and Ashlen had to comply to that. At this point, she had to keep going in this for she might win in this way.

So, the Irish girl would reach down to try and grab Blossom's right bare foot as her boot raised off of it. If she could grab it to raise it up, she would start to twist on that foot for an ankle lock.

The toe-stepping was bad enough, but the ankle lock was the final straw - Ashlen seemed pretty set on taking this all the way, and there as just no way in H-E-double hockey sticks that Blossom could risk taking an injury before her first match. She put up a long, hard fight, but part of the job was knowing when enough was enough.

She reached up and hit the mat, tapping out. "I give!"