Bonnie Gastin Vs. Emily Clarkson (Debut!)

"Fuck Puppy!?" Clyde snapped from over Bonnie's shoulder. Not in her cooch at all. "The fuck does that even-" He began, pushing into Bonnie as she leaned back to hold him in place.

"He won't interfere in a real fight between me and you. Step in the right now and lets go, skank!" Bonnie shouted. "Bad enough the other bitch is always duckin' me. But you... Oh I've long wanted to get my hands on your crazy ass ass. I dunno what the hell's gotten into ya, but right now... You ain't nuthin' but a wild animal that needs to be put down, and Bonnie Gastin's got her guns right here!" Shouted the country girl, still leaning on her brother as she spread out her arms behind her.

Emily was breathing harder, sweating more now than she was in the ring. She was more afraid of the rampaging Texan and her asshole brother now than she was in the ring. The ring brought order, governed by a referee. It was a controlled environment with an end goal. Whatever this was, it was not sport. She wasn't prepared for this.

Before the match, she had never been in a real fight in her life. She had never really been around them. Watching wrestling on TV, even from the stands, even competing in a match herself, did not prepare her for the raw violence of this encounter. From Jocelyn surprising her aunt with a chair and knocking her out cold, to the Texans bullrushing and double teaming the smallest girl there, Emily knew that this was not what she signed up for. This wasn't wrestling.

"Aunt Sarah, get up..." She pleaded, giving Allison a more assertive shake. "Please get up. Help me, please help me..."

Allison groaned, and her eyes fluttered open, but they remained glassy and incoherent. Meanwhile, Bonnie was trying to goad the already dazed and bloodied Jocelyn into a match, with her brother on hand presumably to help.

"STOP IT!" She screamed suddenly, surprising even herself. Her voice broke, her hands shaking as she got to her feet. She took a step closer to the three others, leaning forward aggressively but obviously ready to bolt. "Are you COMPLETELY MAD? Look at her! Look what you did!" She pointed to Jocelyn's bloody face and glazed eyes. "And now you want a FAIR FIGHT? Just leave us alone, please! Don't hurt us!"

Jocelyn got to her feet, intent on responding to Bonnie when from behind her came Emily's screech. She turned and looked at the neophyte and raised her eyebrow. What was she talking about, hurt us?

Jocelyn returned her attention to the Texan. "You heard the sprog, don't hurt us!" Jocelyn flashed a shit eating grin at Bonnie She then turned her back on the blondes.

The Chistralian then walked over to Emily and looked at her, setting her hand on Emily's head. "Thanks for the save," she added with cruel sarcasm. "Good luck with your gammer."

Emily slapped Jocelyn's hand away and glared at her, with a glimmer of defiance despite knowing that anyone there could beat her as badly as they wanted.

"Don't touch me, chav."

While Bonnie eyed Jocelyn dangerously. Clyde's eyes shifted to Emily who was cradling her aunt, trying to wake her. Yeah, she looked nice while she was out cold, the idea of her being awake was another story. It would be like swimming with a shark. Then again... She'd probably only be interested in Jocelyn.

Suddenly though, the young Emily put herself into the fray, shouted at all of them. At least that's what it looked like. In reality she was shouting at the Gastin's, making them look out to the bad guys. The monsters who were terrorizing innocent people. Maybe they were, now.

"What the hell are doin' defendin' this bitch! She just hit your Aunt with a goddamn chair! Stop actin' like we gon hit you!" As much as Bonnie hated Allison, she couldn't understand why she was protecting this sadistic nut. And she was honestly tired of being made out to be the villain here. They were driven to this anyway.

And Jocelyn ate it up, acting all cocky as she took Emily's help and seemed ready to run, the mocking boiled Bonnie's blood, her teeth gritted down tightly. No, she wasn't going to let Jocelyn get away this time. She was tired of waiting.

As soon as the hand was slapped away, Bonnie rushed Jocelyn, sprinting towards her, trying to barrel into Jocelyn and ram her shoulder into the girl and push her further up the ramp towards the entrance stage.

"Ya need ta' stay outta this before you get hit caught in the crossfire, missy!" Clyde warned Emily as his sister charged, hanging back.

Jocelyn raised her eyebrow as Emily batted her hand away. She pulled her hand back, ready slap Emily but as she raised her hand back, Bonnie slammed into her and flung the Chistralian up the ramp and onto her knees.

"Gh! Can't get enough, septic?! Fuck yer arse!"

Jocelyn spun on her knees and faced Bonnie, growling like a beast at the Texan.

"I'd really rather you girls both just take a breath."

Allison's satin voice came from behind Emily and made the teenager jump. She put a hand to her throbbing head, but as she drew herself up to her full height she did not allow herself to show any such signs of her suffering. She was calm, but clearly low on patience, and she had a small bloody mark on the edge of her brow from where the chair hit.

Emily, who had been helplessly trying to stop the brawl, retreated back to her aunt, for protection, and maybe to protect her.

"If you're quite finished, perhaps you would like to clear the way for the next match. I'm sure Little Lu Jiao has to make a stop at the infirmary before she leaves for the night, and I don't care what you and your brother do."

"Are you alright, Aunt Sarah?" Emily asked in a hushed voice.

"Darling, please call me Allison."

Bonnie collided with Jocelyn and stood in crouched position in front of the Australian, ready to pounce until she heard Allison's voice. A chill went up the spines of the twins immediately as they faced Allison.... Who disregarded them again. The Twins felt frustration building back up. Clyde wasn't in Friction, the main promotion, but he was still very well known in AFW and while Bonnie had not been as active she still had a reputation and had fans in both Tension and Friction.

To be constantly blown off by someone they wanted to fight. They couldn't take it.

"Fuck off you cow!" Bonnie snapped. And Clyde joined her, pressing his front against her back and pointing at Allison over Bonnie's shoulder, the Twins standing cheek and cheek.

"Maybe YOU'RE the one who ain't worth OUR time!" Clyde declared. "You talk a big game. But you ain't done nuthin' in AFdubya anyway aside from take on Jobbers and my Sister who hadn't wrestled in like... a year at the time. We're totatlly gonna walk away now and hand you Jocelyn. The cut suits you, by the way." Clyde muttered.

"Why don't you be a good lil' tart and sit down before we make that gash bigger, alright!? We've done too much FOR YOU, Allison to get fights that you've ducked. No, you sit and wait. Jocelyn is my first order of business now." Bonnie growled before nudging Clyde, keeping his eyes fixated on Emily, Allison and Tatyina. Bonnie wanted this 1 on 1.

Jocelyn's fingers dug into the steel ramp as she watched the twins turn their attention towards Allison. What a smug, fucking bitch. Of course she was going to make herself the center of attention even if she had just gotten her ass cold cocked a minute ago. She was probably acting like nothing was happening. What a cunt. Jocelyn wasn't going to look though. Her lowered head focused on the twins as they turned to lap up the gruel that Allison spoon fed them.

speaking of spoons, these twins were wholly disgusting in ever conceivable way as they brazenly put their relationship on display with there close contact. Jocelyn hated them and she hated Allison. She thought Emily was delusional and if she wasn't such a pussy, she'd hate her too. She hadn't even NOTICED Tatyina who was probably too busy pissing herself to grow some balls.

Jocelyn had them though and she was going to use them. When she felt like the moment was right, she sprang from her position on the ground and aimed a vicious elbow t Bonnie's head to put her down.

Jocelyn would then back away from it all. "You'll get your match, septic." Jocelyn growled. "I want to make sure that millions of people watch me end yer fuckin career on live television."

Jocelyn held up her hands and flipped Bonnie and Clyde off with one hand and Allison and her group off with the other as she slowly began to back herself up the ramp.

Bonnie's attention had gone towards Allison, not even paying attention to Jocelyn as much as she should have. This allowed the Australian plenty of opening to just rush in and lash out at Bonnie's who's head would turn at the last second, catching a fierce elbow against her jaw.

"OUUGH!" Spittle flew from her mouth as her head snapped to the side. "Bon!" Clyde gasped as Bonnie fell back against him, catching her with his hands underneath her shoulders, the Texan girl shaking her dizzy head, rocked from the impact. Cheap fucking shot.

"...S-Septic?" She groaned, what the hell did that even mean? Either way, with her head swimming, she was left gritting her teeth as Jocelyn flipped them off and slinked away.

"-I'll be here... Slut... Nh..." She muttered as she pulled herself back up.