Blood in the Water: Syd w/ Allie Parker vs. Gemma Faraday

"Eep!"

Allie ducked behind the corner post when Syd pointed at her. Syd would be too pleased with her victory to remember some silly thing Allie said! She was encouraging the white haired psycho!

Somehow, as if Syd didn't seem dangerous enough before, Gemma felt like a cornered animal in Syd's gaze. Even the fact that Syd's threat seemed directed at Allie, down at ringside, didn't do anything to alleviate that looming sense of dread. Taking a firm grip on the ropes, Gemma tried to keep limber, but as her red-eyed tormentor slowly closed the distance, Gemma she felt more and more keenly how hard it would be to make her escape, on one half-gimped leg. Without a clue as to what Syd would do next, Gemma felt frozen in place.

"Eeeeeyyyyaaah!" Gemma screamed, her voice choking out into panicked sobs as Syd's grip squeezed her soft breast mercilessly. The other hand, gripping Gemma's punished hair yet again, only heightened her feeling of helplessness. "Oh- Oh, God, stop! Please" Gemma looked down in horror as she saw Syd clamping down on her chest, trying to figure out how on earth such seemingly small hands could muster such strength. The ref girl was already starting the count, but Gemma was in a complete panic, now. "Ref, please, get in here!"

"Three!"

"Count faster, dammit!"

"Four!"

Syd instantly let go of Gemma, so that she clearly wasn't messing with her while she was on the ropes, but even with the break she wasn't going to give Gemma any time to recover. She quickly dropped to wrap her arms around Gemma's lower leg and lifted it up, and then spun her body under it, twisting her knee around as she flung her down at the mat.

Gemma exhaled with a loud sob, when Syd's vice-like grip finally released her aching chest. She could already feel a bit of a bruise, forming. Unfortunately, the Brit's moment of respite wasn't going to be much of a moment, at all. While still trying to get her shattered nerves under control, Gemma didn't realize Syd had taken hold of her leg until it was too late. Trying to keep her hands on the ropes for stability was a futile effort, unfortunately, as Syd twisted the leg and sent Gemma crashing helplessly against the mat. Gemma's knee tweaked and twisted again, her back slammed hard into the mat yet again, the pain seemed to be all she could fully register. Arms and legs spread akimbo, Gemma found herself struggling to put together thoughts, eyelids fluttering as she stared straight up into the arena lights. The Brit kept thinking that, somehow, some way, she was going to get back into this thing. She just couldn't for the life of her figure out how that would be possible.

Syd's lips curled into another sadistic sneer as she grabbed Gemma's ankle again and yanked her toward the ropes. And refs could be so annoying.

She pushed Gemma's ankle down into the middle rope, and reached to grab the bottom one. She pulled the bottom rope up and over the ankle, so that Gemma's leg was squeezed tightly between the two ropes, her leg nice and straight and stationary for Syd.

She lifted a foot up high so that her knee nearly reached her chest, and angrily stomped down on Gemma's knee, suspended in the air so there was nothing stopping it from hyper extending. The ref was annoyingly quick with the count again, but Syd could get in a lot of stomps before time ran out.

"One! Two!"

Another furious stomp to the knee cap, and then another. As a grand finale, she stepped over Gemma's leg, held the top rope, and then jumped up and dropped her weight down on the poor Brit's leg.

"Three! Four!"

Syd backed off just in time, holding her hands up like she was doing nothing wrong, with a coy smile that said that she absolutely was.

Gemma couldn't muster more than some futile reaching, and some muttered whimpers that sounded like protest, as Syd dragged her prone body over to the ropes. The tight squeeze of her ankle between the ring ropes was enough to make Gemma uncomfortable, but the repeated blows to her vulnerable knee seemed to wake the poor Brit up, completely.

Howling in pain, Gemma flailed wildly on the mat as Syd stomped and hammered at her vulnerable leg. Gemma rose to try and grip her thigh, to offer some sort of support to her leg, but there was nothing she could muster, to actually attempt to protect herself. All she could hope for, was to mitigate some of the damage,and for the ref to get in there before it was too late ...

One sharp, scream-inducing final blow to the knee, and the referee finally got Syd off of her. Weakly, Gemma tried to pry her ankle from the ropes, losing a boot, for her trouble. Hell with the bloody boot, though, she was more concerned about losing her damned leg. While Syd backed off, feigning innocence, Gemma curled into a tight little ball, nursing her brutalized leg and hoping to God that she was going to be able to walk, after this. Syd's assault had just managed to completely take out the most important tool she had, and she hadn't exactly gone into this match in the best shape, to begin with.

"Wh-what, the ... the ever-loving ... fuck!?" Gemma managed to gasp, through the pain. "What ... is fucking wrong, with you?" Despite the tears, despite her gasping, desperate tone, there was anger to the Brit's voice. The coy little grin on that red-eyed bitch's face made Gemma feel like this was all a game, to her. That, try as she might to fight back, Gemma was going to wind up crippled, and this sociopathic slag was just going to skip her way down to the locker room with her bimbo lackey in tow. It was obvious that Syd had set out to not just beat Gemma, tonight, but destroy her. And lying there, nursing her knee in the fetal position, Gemma was having a hell of a time convincing herself that Syd hadn't done exactly that.

Gemma sounded upset. That wasn't what Syd wanted. She'd have to make a few adjustments for her.

While the ref jabbered in her ear about disqualifying her if she kept bending the rules, she strolled back to where her opponent was curled up on the mat and yet again grabbed hold of the same leg. She gave it a jerk to get her farther away from the ropes, and then wrapped her arms around the ankle and grabbed Gemma's instep and stepped down on Gemma's free leg to keep it pinned to the mat. Then with a reckless yank, she sharply twisted the girl's foot in a circle, straining her ankle but doing untold damage to her already battered knee.

She said nothing, but her watchful red eyes stayed fixed on Gemma. She'd let the Brit do all the talking.

Now that the tables had turned once again in Syd's favor, Allie was feeling quite confident. There was no ACTUAL way that Syd was going to kill her. She slid to a position to get to a better view.

"That's right, Syd! kick her ass! Mangle her!" She cheered, pounding her fist enthusiastically against the apron. "Punch her so hard she stops talking retarded!"

Gemma's eyes widened even further, when she heard the referee comment on Syd's “bending” of the rules. “This is 'bending' the rules, to you?” She gasped, from down on the mat. “I'd hate to see- h-hey, wait!” she stammered, her sentence breaking down as Syd clutched her leg and took control yet again.

Gemma let out a high whimper, as Syd yanked her closer to the center of the ring. Over her shoulder, she could hear Allie, back to her role as sadistic cheerleader. Gemma still wanted to slap the grin off that little slag's mouth, and it only heightened her frustrations and regret that it simply wasn't going to happen. Each of Allie's words stung in her ears like little, yapping knives, only serving to increase Gemma's anger as Syd continued to yank her around the ring. Syd kept working that leg brutally, not just twisting the ankle, but also keeping up on that knee she'd already been dismantling.

“St-stop!” she shouted, Allie's taunting and Syd's dominance making this all frustrating enough. “My God, what is wrong with you? J-just- let me go! Bloody hell!” Gemma tried her damnedest, but she couldn't get any leverage to escape. Every time she tried to twist out of Syd's grip, the pain in her shoulders would flare up, and the Brit was left flat on her back, left at her opponent's mercy yet again. “What is- what is wrong with you?!” Gemma shouted, trying to fix her gaze on Syd's piercing, red eyes. “Why?” For all of the physical pain she was being put through, Gemma found herself all the more unnerved by Syd's silent stare-down. It was bad enough when Syd seemed to take joy in Gemma's systematic destruction. Now, however, it all seemed that much more ominous, and that much worse, as the red-eyed sociopath simply sat back, staring her down ...

Why? Syd didn't answer the question. She just sneered down at Gemma and shook her head.

She held onto her foot hold, jerking it several times just to cause more damage, but she wanted more. Once she had had her fill of the suffering, uncomprehending look on Gemma's face, she dropped the hold and jumped on her, stomping both feet down onto her belly.