Aya Al-Amari vs. Angela Belti - My Generation

[BlackAkuma]

Angela might’ve made it look easy, but in truth, hefting Aya up like this was no small task. For starters, her leg was still hurting from the damage that had been done to it a moment ago. Aya wasn’t heavy, but even so, the pain made lifting her a more arduous task than it should’ve been, by a large margin. There was also the fact that Aya refused to go gently into that goodnight, and made sure to pummel her every inch of the way.

The smaller woman rained down shot after shot on her skull, even got in a few scratches on her skull, but Angela powered through it, knowing whatever pain she was about to take would pale in comparison to what she was about to dish.

She was right. Painfully right, as Aya found out. While she couldn't see the impact, she heard it loud enough, and the crowd’s collective gasps told the story, along with her own daughter’s commentary. [color=#ff80000]”Shit, Mom!”[/color]

”Language, Dizzy!” Angela threw out that quick chastisement as she rolled over and roughly pushed her way, grabbing the ring apron for support. She didn’t know what number the referee was on, and it hardly mattered. They needed to get in the ring, first priority.

Angela reached, lifted Aya up like she was carrying a bride through the threshold, and unceremoniously hurled the woman back in the ring under the bottom rope. She threw herself in a moment later and flopped over to her back, where she promptly stayed for a moment to catch her breath.