Alyssa Monroe Vs. Nerissa Labong - Falls Count Anywhere (Apex Qualifier Match)

[Devastated]

Alyssa's sense had been quite rocked by her foe, her head was spinning and she was in an utter daze after that superkick....she released a groan from her mouth as her head shifted and turned to the side. Her senses were in disarray....she opened her eyes slowly and everything was a haze of light and loud ringing noises. She wondered if this was just a temporary distortion or if she had perhaps suffered a concussion.

She wasn't allowed to focus on those things for very long though as she felt how her arm was tugged at...she was dragged up onto her feet. She released a pained moan as she was pulled onto wobbly feet by Nerissa, guided up and then pulled right onto the Native America's shoulders! The British fighter was currently too dazed to offer much resistance other than squirming on top of Echidna's shoulders!

The blonde was then carried towards the barricade, as Alyssa was starting to gather her senses a bit more she had done so enough to realize that as she was being brought down with that nasty Death Valley Driver right onto the barricade! A sickening impact that sent a lightning bolt of pain through Alyssa's neck that ran all the way down her spine upon being driven into the barricade! Her body slumped in an awkward heap, her body folded and bent in what seemed almost like an unnatural angle...

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When Alyssa's body crashed into the metal barricade, the audience roared, although even this did not drown out the deafening sound of metal falling on concrete. Nerissa's throw opened a passage for the women to the audience, some of them jumped to their feet, while others remained sitting on their chairs. Both women were in a lying position and neither of them looked good, but nevertheless, Nerissa had a smile on her lips because for the first time since the start of the match she managed to seize the initiative.

“Really break me, huh?” Rolling over on her stomach, she repeated the last words of her rival.

Pushing off the concrete floor with her hands, she rose to her feet in one motion, assessing the situation at the same time. Her opponent's upper body was lying on the barricade, while Alyssa's legs were on the concrete floor. They were both surrounded by the viewers, but they still had plenty of space. The smile on Nerissa's lips grew even wider, which clearly hinted that she had a plan for further action.

So that life would not seem like a fairy tale to the blonde, the Native American woman intended to swing her right leg and send a simple but damn painful football kick into Alyssa's ribs. However, this was only the beginning, because right after that she was going to grab the nearest metal chair.

Having folded it, she intended to stand over her opponent, and then immediately press the edge of the chair against Alyssa's throat, starting to put pressure on her larynx. The referee was nearby, but due to the tough rules of this match, she was unlikely to be able to save the blonde from Nerissa's revenge.

“How does that feel, slut?" Nerissa asked, hissing with pleasure. “What? I can't hear you! That's what a dirty slut gets when she touches my braid!”