Red Russia vs Society's Rejects

Laughing evilly, Trin would grab Jean by her ankle and slide her away from the ropes before trying to straddle her chest and pin her wrists above her head with both hands for a pin attempt. The dark girl, if successful, would glare at the ref and yell, "FALL!" to get her to start the count quickly...

No doubt the referee would have just finished arguing with Natasha, so he might be a bit late getting there for the pin attempt, while Natasha herself would climb back up onto the apron and lean over, screaming at Jean to free herself from Trinity's attempt at victory.

Jean was pinned for two. Then once more she would try to use her crafty in ring skills. She lifted her legs to snag the front of Trinity's shoulders and arms and then try to push th egoth girl's shoulder and abck down to the mat for a pin attempt. If this was successful, Jean would also be sitting up grabbing onto both of Trinity's leather clad thighs while pushing up on her legs for the sit out pin reversal attempt.

Natasha's cheering would shift from desperation to joy as she saw Jean trying to reverse the pin, cheering her on further.

the goth gasped in shock as she was yanked back from her posh position and soon found herself in a pin of jean's own. Oh how she hated how the crafted redhead could shift the momentum of a match just like that. Trin squirmed and kicked and was herself pinned for two before she forced her shoulder off the canvas and rolled to her stomach. She would try to crawl for her corner and leap to tag in Lizzie, not wanting anymore of Jean for the moment...

"Not so fast. bitch!"

Jean would reach down to grab at Trinity's ankle and try to pull her back. SHe would twist the ankle a bit to try and make Trinity turn on her back. Jean herself was getting pissed off at this girl's antics and wanted to inflict some pain on her for a change. Jean would give Trinity a dark smirk, pull the ankle in, try to tuck Trinity's leg under her armpit and then try to drop down on her thigh with her weight in a crushing elbow drop to hurt her leg.

The goth was almost out of danger all she had to do was throw herself at her corner and she'd be free. But it would not go down that way this time when she felt Jean grab hold of her ankle. "Ah! No!" Trin protested as Jean pulled her back and then twisted her ankle. "Kch! AH!!!" Trin cried out in pain and turned onto her back to relieve the pressure. She looked up at Jean, recognizing the malice in her expression as she trapped the goth's leg. Trinity screamed out when the elbow jammed itself into her soft thigh from Jean's maneuver, like feeling a knife going into it.

THat's it bitch! You like hurting others. Let's see how you like it!

Jean would try to pin Trinity's leather clad leg down with both hands and then handstand herself up on it lifting both legs in the air and then attempt to drop both ehr knees into trinity's leg for a double knee drop.

If this succeeded she would try to work Trinity into a single leg boston crab to work her over more.

Trin stayed down, trying to let the sharp pain in her leg subside. One of her arms rested on the mat to her left, the other was bent with the back of her hand resting on her forehead. She moaned softly and could feel Jean moving her leg about to pin it to the mat. Trin's eyes were closed as she was still hurting and she didn't see what Jean was setting up for until she felt both of her enemy's knees collide with the relaxed muscles in the goth's leg. "AHHHH!!" Trinity cried out in agony. The dark goth was in trouble at this point, she would already have trouble moving now but Jean was still going, offering no respite to her injured prey as she began to turn Trin onto her stomach for a single leg crab, focusing all the pressure on the goth's wounded limb. "Ahh!!! AHHHH!! STOPPP!!" Trinity pleaded when the redhead sat back and bent Trin's leg backwards. Trinity grit her teeth, clawing and punching at the mat, trying to get her mind off the pain that was burning in her leg and lower back. She looked to Lizzie with a desperate expression, unsure how long she could endure the torture...

Natasha watched from the side, folding her arms under her chest, nodding grimly as she watched Jean torturing Trinity. Normally, she wouldn't approve of beating an opponent down this hard, but...Trinity had it coming to her, and deserved every bit of what she was getting.