Tatyina Vs. Allison Watson

This time the kick was too much. She yelped and released the arm and tried to give Allison a good shove with her feet. If she could, she would flip onto her hands and knees and try and crawl away to a place where she could try and rub her aching back. She could only barely keep an eye on Allison as she did it but hopefully the Brit would also want to recover a bit as well.

Allison stumbled back several steps until the ropes caught her. She shook out her arm to loosen it up and smiled. This match was going quite well so far. She didn't want to be too hasty, but she didn't want to let Tatyina think she could just get away when she wanted, so she bounced herself away from the ropes and quickly closed on her opponent, lifting a boot way up high to fire a rough stomp at her back while she was crawling away.

Tatyina yelped as the boot stomped into her back. She quickly spun around to face Allison. She had to throw out some kind of counter to keep Allison at bay but right now only her legs could do that. She tucked them in, she didn't want Allison grabbing them. She tried to rock herself forward, wincing from her aching back. If she could manage that then she would try and spring up and drive her head into Allison's stomach, hopefully getting her hands on Allison's hips to give her a good shove and knock the Brit down to the ground, away from Tatyina.

Allison stumbled back until the ropes stopped her again. The slightest little smirk tickled her lips as she looked at Tatyina. She strode easily back to the middle of the ring as if nothing had happened, looking completely relaxed.

"You seem a bit out of sorts, darling, I expected such a veteran as yourself to have a bit more composure. Maybe you should take a moment to clear your head, or maybe... your heart's just not in this? It's okay, take all the time you need."

Allison tugged on the hem of her vest to smooth it back into place, and lifted and situated her breasts. She gave a sly look out of the corner or her eye as she did, fully aware of the effect it had on the crowd... it was like the closer her hands got to her breasts, the greater the chance that she'd throw her clothes off and the more excited the crowd got.

She was no model, though, she was a wrestler. Her job was to put the little girl in front of her on her back and make her stay there. Looking as stunning as she did while she did it, that's what separated her from the mediocre fledglings like Tatyina. She stopped in the middle of the ring and put up her hand again for a test of strength.

Tatyina was actually pretty grateful for Allison's decision to haughtily adjust her attire. By the time Allison was ready, Tatyina was back on her feet and ready to get back into the action. She took her stance, which seemed more like a karate stance than anything and looked Allison int he eyes. She then nodded her head at Allison's words. "Thank you for the generous offer." She said, not understanding the attempt at a barb. "But there is no need to hold back for my sake." Her tone was flighty and whispered but still held as much serious as Tatyina could muster. She inhaled a breath of cool air into her lungs and then bent her knees and charged forward at Allison. She stopped when she got within legs reach and aimed a sharp kick at Allison's side.

"Sorry, dear, didn't hear a word."

Allison watched the speedy little girl approach, alert and relaxed. The kick thumped against her side and she ate the full force of it, buckling just a little to the side and wincing in pain. As it hit, though, she wrapped an arm around Tatyina's leg and hugged it with her other arm before sharply turning her body like a screw while falling onto her back, twisting the leg awkwardly around.

Tatyina was expecting the kick to be snatched. She instantly went for the enzuigiri but was surprised when Allison began to spin and fall. Her leg wouldn't be twisted but she'd be practically spun and land hard against the mat, dazed by the general awkwardness of the assault as her hip crashed into the mat. She shook her head, trying to pull her leg free from Allison and hop away from the Brit.

Allison decided to press her attack and not give the pipsqueak any space. She shoved up off the mat and lunged after Tatyina, raising her forearm up and clubbing it down over the girl's back. It felt good, it always did. As much as Allison was prim and proper and feminine and beautiful she was rebellious and dangerous and thrill-seeking. She loved to fight, the contact and the physicality of it, among other things...

Tatyina gasped as she felt the forearm club her back. Her knees shook but they didn't buckle. Allison wasn't letting her perform her usual hit-and-run style and it was getting pretty frustrating. She wasn't angry, but she didn't think she could do very well in close quarters either. She then spun around on her heels and aimed a strike at Allison's gut, her fingers outstretched and her palm up as she tried to curve the sharp snapping jab upward into Allison's abdomen. She wanted to daze Allison enough to hook the woman's leg and perform an STO and knock Allison onto her back.

Tatyina's hand collided with Allison's stomach, but the impact didn't bother her much. She raised her arm again, but before she could club it down over Tatyina's back the girl had snaked a leg behind her's, and while Allison was still trying to adjust she was thrown down on her back.

What a frustrating little girl, all this delaying the progression of the match. Allison's head bounced off the mat, and it dazed her. One hand went up to the back of her head and she rolled away once before pushing back to her feet, a little off balance, and backpedaling toward the ropes, hoping the girl would follow.