Priscilla Haynes vs. Linda Lashley - Running Roughshod

Still on the mat, Priscilla was unable to stop Linda from picking her up by her hair and arm, and she groaned in pain as she felt the stinging pain on her scalp. The jerking didn't help her case either. So, Priscilla was then brought up onto her feet, still feeling the pain from her opponent earlier before she was sent running towards the corner with an Irish whip. She had no choice but follow the motion and was sent running towards the turnbuckle.

Even so, Priscilla still had enough self-awareness that when she was about to hit the turnbuckle, she would twist herself around so that she would hit the turnbuckle with her back instead of her front. Grunting from the impact, she would drape her arms over the top ropes as she would look at the direction of Linda, hoping that she would be able to see her next attack.

Naturally, with Priscilla in the corner with her arms over the ropes, there was really only one thing Linda could have done for her next attack. Something predictable, of course, but she had no doubt it would be effective when and if it hit.

She flashed Priscilla a grin, and then took off across the ring, charging towards her. When she neared the other woman, she would hop off of her feet, attempting to launch towards her and slam against her, body-to-body, with a quick and sudden splash attack!

Still leaning against the corner, Priscilla tried to regain her bearing so that she could focus on her opponent. She could bring one of her feet up in order to deter her opponent from closing in, but she was unable to bring it up on time as Linda closed in and leaped up, slamming her body into her with a corner splash!

"Uurghh!!!" Priscilla grunted in pain as she took Linda's weight from the splash. Left breathless, she struggled to regain her breath as she remained at the corner, left vulnerable before her opponent who would certainly take advantage of her current situation where she was unable to do anything to fight back.

Linda smiled as she bounced off of Priscilla, catching her balance and giving the woman a glancing over. She loved the look of her opponent as she stood there struggling for breath and for her bearings, and Linda couldn't help herself as she reached up, rubbing her fingertips down the side of Priscilla's cheek, mocking caressing the woman's face.

"Like, don't go anywhere, okay? I'll be right back."

She turned away after that, dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring. While it might have been a better idea to continue working over Priscilla, this was a hardcore match, and Linda was ready to get hardcore!

She stepped over the the official's table, and lifted up a steel chair, folding it up and giving it a few easy practice swings. Feeling satisfied with the weight and the heft of the weapon, she grabbed a second one and did the same. Lifting both of them up, the blonde stepped back to the ring, tossing them in from underneath the ropes. Then, she slithered in after them and began to climb back up to her feet again, her mind racing with ideas of how best to handle Priscilla from here.

Still feeling the impact from the corner splash earlier, Priscilla was still at the corner, trying her best to regain her breath, but it seemed that Linda had some kind of sinister plan for her. Considering that this was a hardcore match, her opponent decided to slip out of the ring in order to retrieve a steel chair, and Priscilla stared at her opponent in horror. Being hit by such an object would surely hurt a lot, and she would like to make sure to prevent herself from being struck by that.

"Urghh... grghh..." Shaking her head, Priscilla tried to focus on getting away from the corner, but she was still winded from Linda's attack earlier. She tried lifting her arms off of the top ropes, but she wouldn't get far enough the moment Linda came to her with her steel chair. All the noble fighter could hope for was to see where the weapon was so that she could at least try to avoid the strike that would surely come from her opponent.

As Linda climbed back up to her feet, she snatched up one of the chairs, turning to Priscilla with a nasty smile splashed across her face. The noblewoman was right where the thuggish domme wanted her, in just the perfect position for Linda to continue her assault against her...and continue her assault she would!

Aiming the chair towards Priscilla's midsection, the blonde lunged in quick and hard towards her. Linda was trying to use the chair like a battering ram, rushing in to try thrusting the cold steel edge of the weapon directly into the darker-haired woman's stomach, making an attempt to force the air right out of her!

Priscilla saw her opponent coming towards her, carrying a chair that she would use as a weapon. The noble fighter would try to raise both her arms in order to block the incoming attack. But she miscalculated as Linda decided to drive the steel chair into her stomach like a battering ram instead of hitting her right at her head. Priscilla's eyes widened as air was expelled out of her lungs thanks to the hit.

"GHUUHHH!!!" Priscilla staggered back, gasping out in pain as she would bring her hands onto the spot where she was hit. Trying her best to regain her breath, she would keep her eyes on Linda so that she could see what she would throw at her next. Still struggling to recover, Priscilla was in no shape to attack her opponent, and she could only focus on trying to defend herself against whatever her thuggish opponent would try to throw at her next. Even then, there was no guarantee whether she could stop Linda's next attack or not.

Linda's next attack was predictable, but sometimes the most predictable attacks were still the best ones.

As Priscilla's hands went to her midsection, Linda lifted her chair upwards and into the air. She flashed the noblewoman a very quick sort of wink, and then swung straight at her opponent, trying to crash the stiff metal directly down onto the top of Priscilla's head. It was a quick, simple strike, one intended to take Priscilla out and hopefully send her reeling towards the mat.

With her cradling her belly after taking the chair being rammed into her abs, Priscilla would make sure to keep her eyes on Linda to see what she would do next. But, she was unable to stop her next attack as she took the chair shot to the top of her head. "AUGHH!!!" It felt like everything around her was turned upside down, and she then dropped onto her knees and then to her side.

"Guuuuhhh..." She moaned in pain, bringing her hands to her head to nurse the pain. Things didn't look too good for the noble fighter, and Linda would get herself more opportunity to work on her to her heart's content.

With Priscilla on the mat and at her feet, Linda let out a laugh, snickering to herself as she tossed her chair to the side. "Like, you're too easy, bitch," she cackled, looking down with a smug smile at the noblewoman.

Turning away from Priscilla, Linda stepped across the ring, towards where she had dropped her whip earlier. Leaning down and bending over (and giving her tight ass a lil' wiggle for the crowd at the same time), she picked it up, straightening back up and spinning back towards her opponent at the same time. There was a growing look of delight in her eyes as she approached Priscilla again, her hand tightening around the handle of her favorite weapon. The crowd, knowing what was about to happen, went quiet in anticipation, wondering if Priscilla could stop it in time.

Linda moved back towards Priscilla, and once she neared her, she lifted up the whip. Pausing just for a moment, to slowly lick her lips, she then swung the whip downwards, trying to crack it again the body of the noblewoman!