Allison Watson Vs. Bonnie Gastin: Rematch!

Allison's long, graceful form flipped through the air and hit the mat with a crack. She hit her breakfall like a pro, and was quickly back up with a smile on her face.

"That's the spirit!" She laughed and reached out for Bonnie's long, wavy blonde hair.

Bonnie stood up quick after tossing Allison down, looking out the corner of her eye during the arm drag, she tumbled with it and was back on her feet just as fast as she was. It promoted Bonnie to follow up nice and quick but was caught by an unexpected grip on her hair after a particularly cheery greeting.

"Auuh!" Bonnie winced at the grip and growled with a clearly angry look on her face. "This shit took me FOREVER ta' fix!" Bonnie snapped, trying to move in as close as Allison allowed her and attempt to tag her ribs with a left and right hook!

Allison grimaced as Bonnie's first hook slammed into her taut midsection, and she bent from the force of it. The second one hit just as hard, but she quickly wrapped her arm over Bonnie's to trap it, and turned to deftly twist the girl's arm around behind her with a hammerlock.

"Why do we bother?" She said softly in Bonnie's ear. "Why come here with perfect hair, perfect makeup, everything in just the right place, and then step into the ring?"

Bonnie hips twisted with each blow she lashed out, intent on pounding Allison harder and harder like she were a human heavy bag. How she wished to make the bitch's knees buckle before she dropped. But that would have to wait, as Allison managed to snag her arm and twist it behind her for a hammer lock!

"Ngh!" Bonnie winced as she felt her arm bent up behind her, turning her head to show her fiesty demeanor towards Allison, pressing her temple against Allison's forehead as she spoke to her, feeling her soft words against her ear, too close for comfort and making Bonnie's cheeks redden just faintly

"Nh.. Ain't no we. Just you... Clearly you like the attention." Bonnie growled. "Im here to fight, not look pretty!" She spat, before lifting up her boot, trying to slam it down on Allison's toe.

"Rrrrrgh..." Allison snarled, and shoved Bonnie down at the mat. She lifted her foot up and rolled the ankle. It throbbed with pain from Bonnie's stomp.

"How long did you say it took for you to look like this?" She asked. "You're not just here to fight. You want to destroy me. That's why we build ourselves up, little Sarah..." She stepped toward Bonnie and threw a lazy stomp down at her blonde head.

Bonnie smirked as she heard Allison snarl before she took that crude shove, with one arm in front she was hardly able to protect herself and thus fell chest and face first to the mat, grunting on impact as she flopped there.

On that she'd remain and be forced to listen to her foe speak like she knew who she was and what she was about before taking that lazy stomp to the back of her head that struck Bonnie and forced her head down. "Rrrrh!!" With a growl she snapped up and swatted at Allison before getting into a crouch, trying to get back into her feet and step away.

"Pft. You talk so big, but at least I can, fight. Sarah. You couldn't hang as a real wrestler with honor so you resorted to cheatin' and mind games ta' get by." She said as she pushed herself against the ropes and flashed Allison the widest grin she could muster.

"You're the one who's sad." She added before sticking her tongue out at the woman.

"I can wrestle," Allison said impassively, as if stating a fact.

"Sad? You think I'm sad?" She asked with a lilting laugh. "And what do you want to do, then? Come on. Get off the ropes, and let's get to it, shall we."

She turned and strolled back to the middle of the ring, waving behind her for the Texan to come on. She looked briefly at the crowd. She'd all but ignored them until now, but there they were, salivating and spitting hate and cheering for their girl. Typical, and how very perfect.

"Barely. And took you long enough to actually do it." Bonnie remarked as her blood boiled with anger at hearing Allison's words that made her blood boil, feeling more infuriated as Allison just laughed and turned her back towards her.

"Don't turn your back of me!" Bonnie yelled as she rushed Allison, expecting her to turn around and swing. Without thinking about, Bonnie kept her head low and prepped herself to duck under anything Allison threw her way up to. Her plan was to instead run to the ropes past her, rebound an come flying towards Allison with a nasty running clothesline!

Allison did not the least bit concerned about Bonnie. She stepped aside to let the girl sprint past. She looked like a mother cat ignoring her kitten's attempts at play.

She turned around to face Bonnie for the return trip, and caught a forearm across her upper chest hard enough that it sent her crashing down on her back.

"Ungh!"

The crowd cheered, and Allison propped herself up on her palm, one hand on her chest, looking up at Bonnie while she laid on one hip.

"HAAAH!" Bonnie cried as she struck Allison, feeling a rush up her body as she sent the bigger, haughty Brit down to the mat earning the exhilarating cheers from the crowd that Bonnie ate up instantly.

But she didn't falter.

"Don't move, Dahling." She muttered as Allison sat up, Bonnie ran around to get in front of her before jumping up and kicking her feet out to smash both her feet right against Allison's big mouth.