Nova DellaPietra vs Bonnie Gastin

In the split second that followed her arm being batted away, Nova's expression changed to one of shock and exasperation. Her jaw dropped, and she started to say something just before Bonnie's arm plowed into her face.

"Guuh..." She dizzily staggered back, one hand to her cheek and the other outstretched looking for something to hold onto so she could steady herself.

Bonnie followed Nova with fierce glare in her eyes. She reached out and grabbed a handful of Nova's hair with her left before raining a clubbing forearm to the side of her head, trying to bully her towards the ropes.

She continued trying to pepper Nova with repeated shots to back her towards the ropes. If she made it, Bonnie would turn herself and stuff Nova's head under her arm, nuzzling the girl's cheek against her ample bust.

"HERE WE GO!" She cried out, trying to run from the ropes with Nova still in tow before leaping in the air, trying to bring Nova down face first to the mat with a running bulldog!

Nova was battered all the way across the ring, and by the time she came to rest against the ropes they were the only thing holding her up. She was yanked away and planted face-first on the mat with an impact that made the crowd cringe and cheer, and she stayed put, sprawled out face down in the middle of the ring.

"UHN!" Bonnie grunted as she satisfyingly drove Nova to the mat with authority. She turned around to look at her foe with a sneer before huffing through her nose.

She reached for the girl's wrist and tried to turn her over onto her back before Bonnie flopped atop her in a north south pin. "Hoof..." She breathed against the girl's exposed stomach, laying her cheek against it as she put her knees on Nova's shoulders, going for the pin!

"COUNT IT!"

She barked as the ref girl slid in.

"ONE!"

"Two! Three!"

The bell rang, and Nova still showed no signs of life from her place on the mat, trapped beneath Bonnie, aside from the rise and fall of her chest.

The referee stepped in to take Bonnie's wrist and raise her arm in the air to signify her victory.

The bell rang and Bonnie leaped to her feet as Shout At The Devil blasted through the speakers. She made sure to not step on Nova as she got up and had her hand raised, giving the sign of the horns with both of her out stretched arms before turning to the side and showing off her toned bicep to the main camera before looking off towards the entrance stage, like she was hoping Allison would be there and watching.

She looked down at Nova and would bend over, slightly. "Got nothin' personal on you hun. But you can fuck right off with all yer cheatin' bullshit." Said Bonnie with a huff before leaving Nova.

She felt very good about winning and much of her wanted to bask in the moment of her win. But much of the joy wasn't there right now as she thought of her nemesis Allison and all the others who were caught up in this war, but most of all, Emily Clarkson.

Backstage, Emily watched the match play out on a TV on the wall of a small lounge a safe distance from the main hallway. She had caught sight of Clyde and Duffy and quickly slipped away before she was seen, but she had to see the match.

Her arms were folded and her hood was up. She was stone-faced as she watched, with a furrowed brow and intelligent eyes, her lips pursed tightly. She didn't know if she expected the pink-haired idiot to beat Bonnie, but she had certainly hoped.

The problem was that with Bonnie Gastin's pride intact, she would be undeterred from continuing to chase after Emily's aunt, and that just wouldn't do. The teenager drew a slow, unsteady breath and let it out slowly. She couldn't stop her hands from quivering, so she jammed them in her pockets as she hurried out of the building before anyone spotted her.