Broken Dolls: Seren Morgan VS Allison Heart

Allison's eyes would flicker a bit as the ref girl checked on her, but besides that and some low groans, the was nothing. The dirty doll had just been nearly knocked out cold, and it was a miracle her head wasn't busted open or bleeding. The ref girl was about to call the match when Seren came over to keep things going.

Allison wasn't even conscious enough to register that she was being lifted onto her opponent's shoulders. Sure she felt the pain that came after from the torture rack, but the blond was too far gone to react in some shape or form. Seren wouldn't get the reaction she wanted from the brit, and soon enough the ref girl would scream at the woman to but Allison down after signaling for the match to be declared over.

DING! DING! DING! the bell would ring...though to Allison they sounded much deeper and ominous...as if she was being summoned by death. The brit only let out another innocuous groan as a result, though.

"HEY! PUT HER DOWN, SEREN! Do it now or I'll declare her the winner by DQ!" the world's bravest ref would demand as she got in the psycho's face. First a woman with doll's showed up before cleaning Allison's clock, and now a ref girl was showing some backbone...what was the wrestling world coming to?

Seren sneered at the official, but if she wanted her to let Allison go. The doll maker slipped her hands away from the unconscious blond, giving the referee a shrug... Allison's lifeless body simply rolling off her to crash again to the floor with a dull wet smack. Maybe next time the referee would be more careful with her wording. With a wide grin, she gave the brave little official a wink before making her way into the ring again to collect her things as well as a souvenir.

Some of Allison's hair had been yanked out in the earlier exchange, she was more than happy to retrieve it. The plushes she made often times had more sentimental value if they had a trinket from the girl they were made to represent. As she collected Baby and clipped the chain gang plushies to her thigh belt again, she already saw the medical staff heading down the ramp with a stretcher. A disappointing premiere match, but it served it's purpose. As she stared dead eyes into the ramp curtains from the wing, this was a taste of what was to come for everyone else back there.

What fun they were going to have.

She idly scratched Baby's belly as she slipped from the ring, trudging up the ramp on her way out.