SS 19 AFW Championship - Alison Seong (c) vs. Adrian Kytes

The closer the count got to three, the more desperate that Alison got. This couldn't be happening. She was going to lose her Championship to a low blow of all things, which would be dramatic irony since it was a low blow that lead to her winning the championship. She wasn't about to let the book close on her, not when she still had life left in her. She would tuck in her legs and shoot them upwards, using that momentum and force to try and bring one of her arms out from underneath Adrian's leg to rip her shoulder off of the mat, trying to break the count!

Adrian could feel the hand coming down for the three, she could taste the gold before her leverage was broken and the brunette was left flat on the canvas, scambling to pull herself out from underneath Alison and confirm that she was the new champion "That was three, right?" She asked, trying to hold the panic in her voice "That had to be three! I hit her with the... er... I hit her and pinned her! That was three!" Adrian insisted, slapping her hand on the canvas to add to her point.

While Adrian was focusing on the referee, Alison took the time to roll away from her opponent as she sought asylum from her opponent to catch her breath. She kept rolling and rolling until she got to the apron of the ring before rolling out, throwing out her legs to catch herself as she dropped down. Gasping and panting as she gripped on the apron, she couldn't believe how close she was to having everything taken away from her.

Her Championship, her pride, and her vindication of why she deserved to be on the top. All because of a low blow. Her teeth gritted as she tried to get back up to her feet, still hunched over as her crotch was still burning in pain with the violent cunt punt!

Adrian's panicked flailing at the referee had caused her to take her eyes off the bigger prize, thankfully it wasn't like what normally happened when said prize often proceeded to bounce Adrian on her head, but instead Alison had taken to getting a breather on the outside, possibly in the hope of getting one of the ring crew to ice her aching groin.

"Frick." the challenger hissed as she jumped through the ropes and on to the floor behind the champion, looking to grab Alison by the waist and the hair so the she could push her into the ring post. Cutting off her rest time with the taste of cold steel.

Alison winched as Adrian grabbed her by the devious challenger as she had a hold of her waist and hair, peeled off of the apron as she felt Adrian pulling on her. Her eyes saw that she was quickly getting to the ring post as she gritted her teeth, planting her right foot forward as she attempted to spin and pivot out of Adrian's grasp to grab her Challenger by the hair and waist herself before attempting to fling Adrian into the ring post instead!

Adrian had built up a bit of momentum to force the stronger woman forward, but she had been counting on the champion still not being able to put much force into anything for a while, let alone step and whip the brunette into the metal pillar herself. The challenger caught the steel on the face and chest with enough force to send her spiralling away and down to the floor, looking like she'd been in a car crash and feeling like she had as well, leaving her looking up at the lights while they kept spinning.

Using her opponent's own momentum against them wasn't something that Alison usually did, having relied on her own power to punish her foes. But still recovering from the low blow, she was unable to fully utilize her god gifted strength as she flung Adrian face first into the post. After whipping her challenger, Alison dropped onto her knee as she still gasped for air, still needing time to recover. Once she got enough breath, she would push herself up and start stomping towards Adrian, reaching down for her Challenger's hair to yank her back up to her feet before attempting to pivot and spin as hard as she could to try and fly her into the barricade!

The announcer yelled for calm over the PA as Adrian was thrown with enough force into the barricade to buckle the barrier and send the brunette bouncing back off the steel with an agonizing groan. She was going to need twenty four hours with the chiropractor if she was lucky after this match and if she wasn't well... that was probably too unpleasant to think about with how Alison was smashing her spine into everything.

Throwing Adrian into the barricade with vile malice, the barricade shook and sent back from the impact as the Champion was in all-out mode. Having recovered from the low blow, all she could think about was delivering the pain and more back to Adrian. A low blow back was going to earn her a DQ loss, and while she would walk out with the title, Alison wasn't going to have a hollow victory like that! Instead, she opted to just give Adrian a lasting reminder of never to cross her as she reached down to grab Adrian by the hair, yanking her off of the mat and pulling her back to the ring.

However, she did not throw her into the ring. That would let Adrian off too easy. Instead, she hooked her Challenger's arm while eyeing the apron with an evil glint in her eye as she tossed Adrian's arm up onto her neck as she grabbed a handful of Adrian's suit as she would plant herself before attempting to lift her up into the air, twisting her forward as she attempted to X-Plex Adrian onto the apron back first!

As if Adrian didn't have enough reasons to hate Alison's X-plex with the way it rocked her earlier, the Korean champ was about to add another to the pile and another page to the doctors notes as she muscled the brunette from the slump on the floor and into prime position for more pain, the challenger struggling to her feet just in time for the champ to whip her off them.

"fuck" was all Adrian could squeak out as the edge of the ring stabbed between her shoulder blades, the former cosplayer landing half on/half off the apron as Alison tried her best to give the Australian healthcare system a real test of their skills.