Poison vs. Amalia Caenis

[Lunaspark]

Eventually, Poison was forced backwards, ending up with her back against the ring apron. She leaned back against it, Amalia's punches managing to slip past her guard, knocking her silly as the blows knocked her head this way and that. There were a few obvious bruises on the pink punk's face now, pained grunts escaping her lips with each quick jab.

But Poison wasn't completely out of it yet!

Eventually, as Amalia threw another punch in towards her, the pinkette suddenly shouted out and dodged downwards, just narrowly avoiding the blow. She popped back up, right beside of Amalia, and with an almost desperate look she reached up, grabbing the back of her head, trying to slam her face-first into the apron of the ring where she had been standing just a moment before.

[Void-Effect]

She would smirk as she saw Poison was forced back walk before slowly going against the corner, before one of the punch hit her in the face, cause few bruises as she would smirk before she try to threw another punch, of course, it would ended with Poison dodged and she felt her head being grabbed as Amalia widen her eyes in surprise, she would felt her face being slammed face first into the mat as she groan in pain

She would roll around few second before she try to pick herself back up as she shake her head, holding it in pain while dazed by the surprise slam, she would groan as she try to stand up while try to looking for Poison as she growl in pain and anger

[Lunaspark]

As Amalia's face bounced off the apron and the woman dropped down, Poison turned away from her, taking a few quick steps towards the nearby announcer's table. This was supposed to be a hardcore match, right? Well, it was time for her to get hardcore!

She quickly grabbed a steel folding chair sitting near the table and folded it up, gripping it tightly and giving it a few lazy swings back and forth. Nodding in satisfaction at the feeling, she then turned back towards Amalia, stepping back towards her as the woman pulled herself up. She waited a couple of seconds, holding the chair close, then as Amalia got back on her feet and turned her way, the pinkette swung the chair straight towards Amalia. Mustering all the strength she could, she swung it towards the bunny, trying to slam the hard metal straight into Amalia's face!

[Void-Effect]

As Amalia bounced few time, she would growl in pain as she hold her head in pain, she would growl few times as she try to pull herself back up a she pants, she would sit there panting, dazed from the slam

She would shake her head few time as she pull herself back up, as she got back on her feet, she would stumble around few steps as she turn around, just in time to saw the metal chair swung toward her fair, which result in her stumble back few steps before fall to her knees, dazed and groaning in pain, she would hold her face and try to pull herself back up

[Lunaspark]

As Amalia went down, Poison tossed her chair to the side, sneering at the darker-skinned wrestler. "You should just stay down!" She ordered, stepping in close to her, looking down at her with a certain air of disdain. Amalia had given her a bit of trouble earlier in the match, and Poison had even found their brawling to be fun, but now? Now she was getting serious again, ready to bring the suffering to the bunny babe.

As Amalia began to rise again, Poison reached out to grab for her hair with each of her hands. She would 'help' Amalia back up to her feet, by means of jerking and yanking on the woman's hair, but once she was standing Poison kept her grip, not letting go as she took a quick look around, trying to decide on her next attack.

And then, she had it.

Tugging harder on Amalia's hair, she tried to pull her towards the announcer's table, trying to drag her forcefully towards it. Then, once there, she would try to mimic her earlier actions with the apron: She pulled up on Amalia's head, then tried to slam it back down, trying to ram her face directly into the table before them!

[Void-Effect]

She would would be groaning in pain as she lay there before slowly, she would try to pull herself back up, of course, Poison help, and by helped it mean yank her up by her hair as she groan

She would be standing there there, panting, as she Poison force her up before she would try to break free without success, and still dazed, she would felt herself pull and drag toward the announcers table before she was slammed face first down to table, causing her to scream in pain as she collapse, panting as she using the table as a support, before she try to pull herself back up

[Lunaspark]

As Amalia collapsed onto the table, Poison slipped behind her, her grin growing wider all the time. She leaned over Amalia, so that her frontside pushed down against the woman's back, her body pressing against the bunny's own, and leaned her face in close so that her lips were right beside of Amalia's ear. Her voice dropped to a low sound, almost a whisper, as she spoke her simple words to the woman...

"Gotcha, bitch. You're all mine, and I hope you realize that..."

With that said, Poison straightened back up, turning away from Amalia. She began to step away from her, moving towards where the bunny had dropped her bat earlier. With a smirk dancing across her lips, she bent over (giving the nearby audience a nice view of her tight lil' ass at the same time) and grabbed the bat in her hands. Then, she straightened back up, tightening her grip on the weapon as she turned back towards Amalia and began to move back towards her.

"Come on..." She whispered to herself, stepping towards the woman. "Get back up so I can beat you back down again..."

[Void-Effect]

She would be glare at Poison as she use the table as a suppose, before heard Poison's taunt, she would growl and glare at her before she try to pull herself back up as she pants, glaring at the purple hair woman, as she saw her taking her bat, as she sit there panting, she slowly push herself back up as she glare at her

With a yell, she would try to tackle Poison, try to rush at her as she glare at her, of course, this is a desperate 50/50 move as she glare at her with anger

[Lunaspark]

Poison braced herself, feet flat on the floor as she watched Amalia suddenly charging towards her. She was almost impressed, really. It was a reckless, dangerous move, one that Poison couldn't blame the bunny for using in her position.

It was also completely stupid, and Poison planned on punishing her for it.

Raising the bat, she tightened her grip, flashing a smile at Amalia before swinging the bat wildly towards her. She was aiming for Amalia's chest, hoping to smash the weapon directly into the front of her body, but whether or not she was actually hit was anyone's guess. Amalia seemed desperate, and if she somehow managed to dodge Poison's swing, there was no doubt her tackle would find it's mark and bring the pink punk down...

[Void-Effect]

Of course, as she charge toward her, she would felt the full force of the bat as she gasp and groan in pain, she would be gasp as the bat meet it's mark, causing her to stumble back few steps as she glare at her, holding her head in pain as she glare at the purple hair girl, coughing as she glare at her