Francesca Poem vs Abigail Adams /I quit match

Abigail was lying on the ground still screaming of pain. She did not really realized when she was turned around, she was in to much pain. But suddenly the pain just exploded when Francesca stomped on her stomach. Abigail startet to scream out louder and louder when her opponent kicked her. When Francesca put her ass in front of Abigails face she didn´t care much about it, also when Francesca set down on he, all she could think about was that pain.

"Don't seem to be acting so tough now that you can't cheat your way out of this one!" Francesca yelped angrily as he literally rubbed in his current position for a moment, shaking his feminine hips from left to right for a moment before hopping off of Abigail, quickly leaning back down to give her a similar stinging slap to the one which he had received earlier. "Who's the bitch now!" He questioned while moving to grab both of his opponents legs, looking to try and drag her back onto the steps.

Abigail was a little black out when Francesca gave her a slap. She even not answer his question. She was like a wet sack of flour, when Francesca drag her onto the steps again.

"Hmpf! Fine! Lose in silence!" Francesca barked in the same upset manner while wiping the dried tears from underneath his eyes, sprinting over to grab the chair which Abigail had thrown into the ring earlier before immediately running back, placing the chair in-front of him like a shield as he moved, diving forwards with all his momentum once he got close enough to his foe, trying to smash her entire form between both the steel chair and steps!

Abigail wakes up just a moment before Francesca fall onto her with the chair. So she could flex all her muscle. Again she screamed out very loud out of pain.

Feeling a rush of energy now that he had managed to land a flurry of attacks on Abigail Francesca quickly leapt back up with chair in-hand, making sure his opponent was in the correct position before going for numerous chair shots on her, hitting anywhere he could from her head to her kneecaps. Feeling pretty warn down from all the heavy chair swinging the boy dropped the steel weapon to the side while releasing a few deep breaths, moving in closer straight afterwards to try and flip his foe over. If she didn't resist Francesca would hop on her back before harshly pushing her throat against one of the steps in an attempt to get her to quit.

Abigail screamed out by every hit she takes from these chair. For her it feels like the hit she takes from Francesca would find no end. But then she notice how the boy puts away the Chair. Finally a moment to recover. But suddenly Francesca turned Abigail on the steps, she did not resist against it. But when Francesca jumped and tried to land on Abigail she rolled out of the way so her opponent misses her. Abigail fall down to the mat she did not find the strength to get back up in the first moment.

"Ah!" Francesca yelped as Abigail rolled of the way, luckily bumping into the stairs at a very low speed and therefore not sustaining much damage as he quickly assed the situation. Seeing that his opponent was still down and didn't look as if she would be getting up on her own anytime soon the boy swiftly acted to try and extend his lead. Running up the steel steps the small framed Francesca would nimbly hop on top of the turnbuckle, lining everything up for a moment to make sure he would hit his target successfully before leaping off, trying to smack his foe with the full weight of his dainty body.

Abigail laid on the ground unable to get back on her feet now. See saw how her opponent run up the stairs and climbed the turnbuckle. To late she realized what he was going for. She was hit hard by Francesca, all the air was pressed out of her.

"Hmmf.. Huu.. Huu.." Francesca panted out slowly as he lay atop his opponent for the moment, all of the physical activity on top of the extreme beating which he had received earlier on into the match proving to be quite difficult to try and manage as he felt himself becoming quite warn out. Despite starting to feel drained however the boy was determined to push on and he eventually rolled off of Abigail, slowly climbing to his feet before wiping the sweat from his forehead, trying to think of the best way to proceed as he carefully watched his foe.