Old Long Since

Duffy couldn't take it anymore. With her eyes pried open, her eyeballs began to visibly roll into the back of her head. Her struggling ceased and her free arm flopped to the side. It wasn't long before she was finally passed out with salty tears streaking down her face as well as saliva smeared all over the lower part of her face. Her body convulsed and there was a sick noise as her limp body tried to take in any kind of oxygen it could.

Once Duffy's body was still, the only sound in the ring was Allison's heavy breathing. She left her hand buried in Duffy's throat for several more seconds before sliding it out.

She moved on her knees behind Duffy as she pulled her limp form up to a sitting position. She looked directly at the top of the entrance ramp, and then at a camera, and held up the hand that had choked Duffy and slowly licked it from the wrist to the tip of her finger. She held Duffy by the hair and displayed her for the cameras, for the booing crowd, and for anyone who might have been watching backstage.

When she dropped Duffy, she got up and stepped on her chest as she passed by on her way to collect a microphone from where she had left it. "It's about time..." She said. The arena quieted as her voice reverberated through it. "That I started getting rid of you."

She let her cold, emerald gaze linger on a camera for a moment before she strode out of the ring and up the ramp.