Allison Watson vs Ingrid Ulrich

Allison Watson:

Allison hardly waited for her music to begin. Her long legs carried her down the ramp with elegant strides, and she slipped easily into the ring without so much as a glance at the crowd. It made no difference if anyone was there to see the match or not. Allison was singularly focused on one thing...

The statuesque Brit stretched down each leg before she stood, poised and ready, waiting for her opponent to join her. Her reputation earned her a chorus of boos from the crowd, but her body earned her the usual hoots and catcalls. They meant nothing. Her body was as near to perfection as anyone present was likely to see in their lifetime, a living work of art, and while it was beautiful and sexy and capable it was her mind that was dangerous. Behind her humorless face and feline eyes was malintention, just waiting for spirited young girl to come and step through the ropes.

No games this time. No games, though she would enjoy every moment.

Jocelyn stalked behind Allison a good distance behind the blonde. She wasn't sure, but the look in Allison's eye seemed different than they did for a normal match. The Chistralian slipped over to the corner of the barriers near the timekeeper's box and rested against it, crossing her arms under her chest.

Ingrid's music blasted over the speakers and Ingrid exploded from the backstage area. She raised her axe in the air and bellowed as loudly as she could.

"YAAAAAAAHHH!"

The Icelander sprinted down the ramp and dove into the ring. She hopped up and pointed her axe at Allison and punched her head with her other hand. "Prepare for Odin's wrath!" She declared and set the axe down.

She hopped on the balls of her feet in her corner and pounded her chest, never taking her eyes off the Brit.

Allison returned Ingrid's stare, not for a moment betraying any hint of emotion, and when the ridiculous girl settled in her corner Allison strode out of hers. She crossed the ring before the bell even rang, walking straight toward Ingrid, and she covered the last several feet with a sudden springing straight kick to her gut, showing speed belied by her icy composure.

From somewhere to the side came the sound of the bell.

Ding!

Ingrid tensed with excitement as Allison trudged over to her. Her eyes focused on the blonde, wondering what the woman had in mind. She herself was barely contained waiting for the bell and when the kick came fast, she double over.

"Yaaaaaah!"

She screamed much louder than one would from pain in her gut and lunged at Allison, jamming her palms into the woman's chest to shove her away. "Ha!" She bellowed and pounded her fist into her own stomach. She then lunged at Allison and tried to bring the blonde Brit down with a heavy, short ranged clothesline.

Allison staggered back from the shove. Her single-minded focus on demolishing the viking girl had given her tunnel vision, and after a rare moment off balance she started forward again.

She reached out for the girl and took a clothesline across her upper chest that sent her crashing down on her back. Her exquisite features showed a hint of a scowl as she picked herself up.

"Yaaaaah!"

Ingrid pounded her chest after Allison dropped and then launched herself at the blonde. She brought up her leg looking to stomp the Brit back down to the canvas with her heavy boots.

"Rrgh!"

Allison took a boot to the ribs that knocked her back down and growled. She smoothed over her jagged feelings of frustration and reminded herself to be patient... Though to have this pathetic worm put the sole of her boot to Allison's body and sully her clothes was an offense that demanded punishment.

This time, she only rolled away once and stayed flat on her back, her cold, unblinking green eyes set on Ingrid.

Ingrid once again pounded her chest as she looked at the downed blonde. Even though she liked to be boisterous, she also liked to keep up the pressure! A Viking didn't defend!

She bent her knees and launched herself at Allison, trying to crush a double axe handle into the blonde Brit's belly!

"Yaaaaaaaaah!"

Allison positioned herself with her feet facing the attacking viking. As Ingrid fell toward her, she lifted a foot and kicked up into her chin so that she practically smashed her own face own the heel of Allison's comparatively supple boot.

She remained on her back and let Ingrid fall on top of her, and seized her by the hair with both hands. She yanked her in closer like she wanted to rip the girl's scalp clean off, so that their faces were near each other.

"You like to scream," she hissed. "Good."

By the time Ingrid saw Allison's boots, she was in mid leap and crashed chin first just like the blonde wanted. She crumpled against the Brit, wincing and softly panting, a low groan coming from her lips. That one jarred her quite a bit, nearly knocking her out. The pain was bad, but the ringing in her head was worse.

"Uuughhnn...NGH!"

Ingrid was yanked up to face Allison by her short hair and forced to look at Allison. "C-Curr..." She muttered, lifting one arm up to grip at Allison's shoulder weakly.