Allison Watson vs Bonnie Gastin - Contract Match

Allison stepped over Bonnie and sat down on her lower back. With her feet flat on the floor in front of her, she leaned her flexible body forward and pulled Bonnie's arms up over her knees and laced her fingers under her chin, and then rowed back to bend the poor girl's spine in a torturous camel clutch.

"You should know that this will be your last match," she said coldly. "I don't need your contract to remove you from wrestling. Your twin can interfere, but I can deal with him. I'm going to break you, understand?"

Bonnie groaned against the concrete, cheek buried against the floor when Allison sat on her lower back and began to apply the horrid camel clutch after securing her arms!

"NAAAAAA!!! AAAUUHHH!!!" Bonnie screamed as she looked up at the arena lights above, feeling her back and neck being painfully and horrible bent back. She tried to close her mouth to silence her cries, lettering her hear everything Allison had to say.

Those cold words, making Bonnie's eyes widen sharply with fear clearly in them, knowing Allison was dead serious and would end her if she could.

"N-NHH!! N-N....NOO!!" Bonnie screamed, doing everything in her power to fight. As fearful and helpless as she felt, she fought on, determined to get loose by thrashing around as much as she could! Even if it was a little... She was trying her hardest!

Allison wrenched back on her camel clutch, and grabbed Bonnie's hair to violently shake her head back and forth. She let Bonnie's cries of pain guide her hands, so she could find all the most agonizing ways to contort the poor girl.

"Scream, darling," came the disturbingly cold and almost soothing voice from behind the Texas girl. "I want to hear it all in your voice when you break. I want you to regret every moment..."

Suddenly, her eyes snapped up when a girl emerged from the crowd in front of her, with glasses glinting from beneath the hood of a black sweatshirt, and flame red hair spilling out. A skinny young girl, whose eyes had no more confidence than her body did in it's actions.

Allison froze in horror, as if she'd been caught with a smoking gun in her hands, with Bonnie suffering in her grasp. Her fingers loosened from Bonnie's chin and hair and she began to stand up when she saw that Emily, her niece, wasn't there to watch.

"No..." She whispered, just before the teenager charged at her, and smashed her face with a chair.

The clang of the chair resounded like a gunshot, and the crowd pulled farther away from the scene. Allison went down on her back, dazed, leaving Bonnie flat on the floor in front of her. Emily didn't stop, though, and with a tight, sweaty grip on the chair she closed on her beloved aunt's fallen form.

"No one's going to take my dream away, Aunt Sarah, not even you," she said breathlessly, and raised the chair again. She savagely beat Allison with it, pounding her again and again in the head and the face and the chest, turning it sideways to hit with the edge when Allison managed to raise her hands in defense. Only when Allison was a motionless, bloody mess did Emily let the chair drop from her quivering hands, and with her heart in her throat she stared at what she had done for a moment before running away into the crowd as fast as her feet could carry her.

Bonnie did indeed scream as Allison grabbed her hair, shook her and wrenched her, horribly contorting that neck and back while the crowd looked on, those closest, wincng as they heard Bonnie's pained cries.

"A-AAAAHH!!! HAAAAAHH!!!!" Bonnie howled, tears at the corners of her eyes as she was violently shook about, feeling so helpless in the hold but screaming to herself to not give up! She had to keep fighting! She had to...

Suddenly without warning, the pain ended and the Texan flopped forward, panting against the canvas. For a moment, Bonnie thought Allison was toying with her before she'd resume the hold. But to her surprise, it never came. And with a single open eye, Bonnie looked up to see a body clad in black and flame red hair...

Everything else followed to fast. The next thing Bonnie and Clyde saw was... Emily. Little Emily, attacking her aunt with a chair and destroying her. From out the corner of her eye, Bonnie watched in horror as the young girl repeatedly assaulted Allison. The crowd falling dead silent from the sickening attack that left the beautiful wrestler bloody pulp. Both Twins were wide jawed and as speechless as the crowd when Emily finished before running away.

From the ground, Bonnie reached out, as if she could catch Emily by her jacket, but she could not. She didn't even know what to make of the situation, but seeing Emily do this, killed her inside. It was horrible. "E-...Em...Ly..."

Slowly the Texan pushed herself up to her knees and turned around to see a bloody and motionless Allison, the sight making Bonnie wince immediately."F...Fuck..." A bad taste was in Bonnie's mouth and stomach, she wanted to hurl.

"Stop the match..." Bonnie groaned to the ref as she loomed over Allison, but she shook her head. She couldn't. Bonnie felt shitty doing this, but she didn't want to fight with Allison anymore, she needed help, prompting Bonnie lay her upper body over Allison's chest to start a pin.

"ONE! TWO!" Even the ref was counting fast.

"THR-"

Allison's shoulder lifted off the concrete floor just enough to break the pin. The referee looked on helplessly for a moment, and then stood up and dutifully held two fingers in the air.

"Two!"

Allison's instincts were enough to save her from the pinfall, but the woman was no longer there. Her eyes, her emerald, predator cat eyes, were glassy, half-lidded, and stared at nothing. Blood ran down from her hairline and from a cut on the bridge of her nose, and bruises from the fight and the many chair shots were already visible.

She looked no more alive than she had a moment ago, but still the match continued.

Bonnie's eyes were wide as dinner plates when Allison, somehow, managed to kick out of the pin after being brutalized by her own niece. Bonnie hated Allison and wanted nothing more than to beat her, but this was too much.

The ice cold lioness that was her rival, now looked dead inside. The sight greatly disturbed Bonnie, she was no longer thinking about avenging her honor or Kagami. She wasn't going to assault a broken Allison.

"Just stay down!" Bonnie commanded, hooking Allison's leg up while trying to scissor the other as she tried to pin her yet again!

"ONE!"

Allison kicked again, but this time her long legs were held tight by her opponent, and the count continued.

"TWO!"

She struggled to raise her arm, but she could hardly pick her head up off the floor. She remained stuck flat on her back, and whispered one last desperate word before the three-count came.

"Please..."

"THREE!"

The petite referee hurriedly went to grab Bonnie's wrist and help her up so that she could raise her arm in victory, and somewhere from the far side of the ring the bell rang, signifying the end of the match, and of any hope Allison could have had.

She let her head loll to the side slightly, and her vacant eyes stared at nothing.

Allison's last words made Bonnie's heart sink. She didn't know what she was doing or what was going on, she felt the only answer was to end the match and get Allison some help, suddenly this whole experience made her feel sick inside.

When the bell rang, there was no applause from the crowd and there was no feeling of triumph or retribution. It all felt so empty.

When Bonnie's hand was raised she quickly pulled it down. This was no victory. Immediately she kneeled down beside Allison and tried to think of something to tell her, but the words were lost to Bonnie.

Clyde managed to push his way through the crowd and put a hand on Bonnie's shoulder as they looked over Allison's beaten form.

"G-Get a stretcher..." Bonnie muttered, but one was already on the way for Allison, leaving the Texan girl to look on her bittersweet feelings and guilt for Emily.

Jocelyn did not move from her spot in the back until she saw Emily appear. Even two on one, the Chistralian was not concerned for Allison, even with so much at stake, especially so, perhaps.

However, when the red haired poppet came down for some parricide, Jocelyn gave chase. She looped around the arena, trying to intercept Emily to get a little instant revenge. However, as she caught the monitors, she redirected herself and was now stomping down the arena ramp.

She shoved the medics out of the way and stormed up next to Allison. Her legs spread and her fists clenched tightly at her sides. She couldn't even look down at the bloody blonde.

"Get away from her." Jocelyn snarled. "You twats don't deserve to be in the same ring as her."

The Twins shifted from Allison to Jocelyn when the woman came stomping down the ramp, shoving the paramedics that Bonnie wanted, causing her to frown deeply, Jocelyn was being an idiot right now.

Despite her frustration, Bonnie stood up and lifted her chin, giving Jocelyn a stern stare. "You're wrong, Jocelyn... But it wasn't supposed ta' be this way..." Bonnie muttered, telling herself she was worthy of fighting Allison, despite everything going horribly wrong. And for the first time, she wanted to see that her enemy would to taken care of properly. A thousand times she imagined Allison bloody and broken, but seeing her like this brought no satisfaction.