Chigusa Yuuki vs Allison Watson

Allison kept her hold lock in tight, levering the unconscious idol's head back and straining her neck. The ref-girl was immediately on top of it. Her first instinct was to break up the hold with the girl so obviously out, but she went through the ritual of picking up her arm and letting it flop limply back down, once, twice...

Allison spitefully twisted Chigusa's head to the side while she cranked back on her chin, just to add to her pain tomorrow. It was payback for the trouble she'd given her.

The idol's arm flopped down, signalling that she certainly was out for good. The referee tapped on Allison's shoulder just as the spiteful Brit wrenched poor Chigusa's neck back horribly, torturing her even more. Even though she was out cold the idol still felt pain as her body jerked a little in response. The referee scowled, grabbing Allison's shoulder and pulling her back.

"Alright, you won already! Now let her go," she said, "Or else I'll have to disqualify you."

Once Allison let go, the referee would stand up with Allison's hand raised, signalling the end of the match and her victory.

Allison let Chigusa flop face first on the mat and dusted off her hands, turning her nose up disdainfully as if she never expected any other outcome. She stood up, poised and composed, and allowed the much shorter ref to raise her arm while she placed her foot on the back of Chigusa's head.

The crowd showered Allison with boos. Let them boo, Allison thought, it was probably the most intelligent noise ever to come out of their uncouth mouths. Let them boo, and in doing so only intensify the sting of their collective defeat through their darling idol. No matter how much those savages hated Allison, they could never diminish her success, and knowing just how much they disliked it only made it sweeter for her. She wished she could take more from them.

But she wasn't the sort to be greedy. It wouldn't be proper. She looked coldly down at the unconscious, petite, purple-haired girl at her feet, and pulled her arm away from the ref. She kicked Chigusa in the side to roll her toward the ropes, and then slipped out herself and seized the girl by her hair and dragged her the rest of the way out, letting her fall roughly to the floor.

She leaned down. "This is where you belong." She said, in her unsettling cold, velvety voice. "Not in there." She gestured to the ring and shook her head.

She straightened up and held her head high and gave the crowd a hint of a smug little smile. She felt no need to hurry while she made her way back up the ramp and to backstage, and she reveled in the boos and insults hurled at her by the crowd the entire way.