Allison Watson Vs. Bonnie Gastin: Rematch!

"Neither the heart, nor the stomach, nor the head for this line of work..." Allison muttered. She planted a boot on the smaller girl's chest and looked to the referee with a hand on her hip.

Bonnie gave a pained grimace in her dazed state as she heard Allison talk down to her from above. She'd be more aggressive towards that if the DDT didn't rattle her.

Worse yet, The Brit wanted to toy with her some more. "U-Unf..." Bonnie grunted lightly as Allison's boot rested on her chest, the crowd showering the two with photos and whistles at sight of Allison's dominate pose, much to Bonnie's frustration and embarrassment as she laid on the mat.

Mercy had been watching intently with a faint blush on her cheeks the whole match. Being THIS close was a ne experience but she was trying hard not to be distracted. When Bonnie was put down and Allison put her foot on Bonnie's chest, Mercy squeaked and instantly slid into position.

"ONE!"

She shouted as loud as she couldn, her count slapping against Bonnie's hair, ruffling it a bit as she slapped the canvas near the blonde's ear.

Bonnie twitched as she felt the pink paralegal slide beside and slam her palm to the mat against her hair, the feeling of her, Mercy's loud as hell shout, her hair being ruffled and Mercy's palm slapping near her ear affected Bonnie greatly. Like an air horn going off beside her. It was quite startling.

"GAH!!" Bonnie exclaimed, springing to life after that first count, trying to kick her legs up and turn on her side, facing Mercy, to break the count just after the 2nd count.

"...Jesus, Mercy..." Bonnie muttered. Her head was ringing and Mercy slamming her palm so close to her hear did not help. But then she wondered... Maybe that was Mercy helping....

Mercy flashed Bonnie a small, encouraging look as she stood up and backed away. She held one finger in the air and announced to the audience and time keeper the count. "One!" She said, swiveling her body on her hips to show everyone.

She was doing so good! Her cheeks puffed out a little bit as she turned back to look at the two sexy girls with a determined look and flished cheeks.

Allison scowled, more at Mercy's attitude toward Bonnie than at Bonnie breaking the pin. That wouldn't do.

She yanked Bonnie up to a sitting position and slipped an arm around her neck, securing her hand in her other elbow and her other hand begin Bonnie's head. She squeezed her elbows together to crush Bonnie's neck and constrict her blood and air ways.

"I'll try to make this quick for you, Mercy. I've no respect for this girl, and her unwillingness to fight shows she has none for me."

Bonnie saw the smile and heart fluttered with warmth. Mercy had her back! She felt Mercy's encouragement and wanted to get back up. Had the setting been different, she would have cheered Mercy swinging those hips!

Sure enough, Allison was back on her, yanking her body up and locking her arm around her neck tightly. Too tight! "ack!!!" Bonnie gagged, tugging at Allison's arm as she grimaced in pain. Unable to breathe as she felt her neck crushed!

She heard the witch speak to Mercy and Bonnie would look to her, unable to speak, she could only give her a pleading state before she tried to throw a wild punch anywhere near Allison's head!

Mercy bent down, next to Allison and Bonnie, making sure that the applied sleeperhold wasn't an illegal choke. If Bonnie's strength was there, she would need to be the one to see if she stayed out for the three count and had to administer it as soon as it appeared Bonnie was limp and unconscious.

Allison leaned her head down slightly so that Bonnie's fist skipped off her forehead. With her head behind Bonnie's, and Bonnie's head securely in her arms, she didn't worry much about what she could do with her fists.

While she squeezed, hard enough to make Bonnie's head swim, but not so hard as to make her pass out, she stood up and brought the Texan with her. She walked her the couple steps to the ropes, and leaned her against them before putting her lips at the girl's ear.

"I still remember your taste," she whispered, so that only Bonnie could hear. "I'm going to break you, and Mercy will raise my hand. I'm going to fuck your little Scottish whore until she cries for her mother, and I'll do it again and again and again. Maybe I'll break Yi Lan's neck. Maybe your brother. I'm going to burn your whole life to the ground, just to ask you how it feels to see it all crumble... And then I'll take Mercy to dinner."

Bonnie tried to fight with a hasty punch, but her bigger, stronger and more experienced foe prevented her escape. "H-Hnn..." Bonnie wheezed, squirming in Allison's grip sluggishly with her mouth hanging open slightly as her brain was lost in weary sea of dizziness. So afraid of passing out but couldn't do a thing.

"H-huuk...." Bonnie groaned as she was easily lifted to her feet by Allison and guided to the ropes, her face flushing more as Allison whispered in her ear before she heard the woman's horrible, horrible words, painting a vivid nightmarish picture inside Bonnie's swimming head as the witch called her beloved a whore with the intent to Fuck her over and over, claiming she'd break poor Yi Lan, and her dear brother's neck. After breaking her and destroying her life... But now she'd target poor mercy too? Who hadn't done a thing? None of them were for Allison to have.

These ugly words made Bonnie's eyes want to water, they were scary enough to feel true. But as the fear of it consumed her, her rage boiled in an instant.

Bonnie scowled and trembled in the choke as she suddenly lashed her hand out, slamming it on Allison's face and trying to painfully rake her fingers across the eyes, viciously.