And so the Fight begins! Tia Harris vs Betsy Lincoln (D)

[Weonna]

"Grrraaaghhh!!!" Tia would shout out after ramming the top of the steel steps at Betsy knocking the American to the floor! The Aussie would raise the steps up high iber her head for display as she reeled in the boos with a evil smirk on her face before throwing the steel steps away.

"Come heah yah!" Tia would approach the downed American and forcibly pick her up by the hair with one hand before throwing her opponent inside the ring. Despite it being a NHB Match the rules of the victory still would require the opponent to be pinned or submitted inside the ring, much to the Aussie's disappointment.

While Betsy was in the ring Tia remained out. The White head began to look for weapons underneath the ring and began throwing weapons in the ring! She found three steel chairs, a trash can for some reason, and finally she found the weapon she was looking for...a good old aluminum baseball bat!

She began to climb and enter the ring with baseball bat in hand and by the time she got inside the ring Betsy should have had some time to recover. Tia would charge and attempt to knock down her American rival with a baseball bat to the abdomen area looking to knock the wind out of her!

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy laid on the floor, her chest aching, her head pounding, the world spinning in a kaleidoscope of colors, and for the first time since she decided to do this, it occurred to her how monumentally bad of an idea this was.

She was still recovering from the last beating that Tia gave her, and this wouldn’t have been the smartest move if she’d been at 100%. But with the injuries still slowing her down, it was as close to suicide as you could get in a wrestling ring. Stupid, dangerous, low payoff. This wasn’t even an Apex Qualifier or anything.

But she was in the thick of it, now, and as Tia hauled her up by the hair like a prized catch, she realized that it wasn’t even close to being over. ”Ow, ow, crap, ow, let go!”

Tia did let go, but only to toss her inside the ring, leaving her to roll over in a crumpled heap. Even though Betsy had some ample chance to catch her breath, she found herself unable to do much with it, too stunned, too winded, too hammered to grasp many of her senses. After a few moments, she pushed her way up on wobbling feet, just in time to see Tia come at her with the baseball bat.

She was too slow to dodge the swing, so her body took over and made a desperate attempt to block it, bringing her arm down for defense. That meant her chest was protected, but her arm took the brunt of the force, right on the upper part. Betsy let out a horrid, hoarse shriek and staggered over to the corner while she cradled her arm, coming to a rest against the turnbuckles.

It was a bad place to be, she knew it, but there wasn’t much choice - everything hurt so much right now, and the match had just started. She needed a plan, but nothing was coming to her, and it was only a matter of time before Tia recognized that, if she hadn't already.

[Weonna]

The baseball swing was a success for Tia as it causes Betsy to stagger in the corner. The Aussie would throw away the bat as she really wanted to beat up the American woman with her feet. Once Tia would come to the corner she would stand there with a grin before grabbing Betsy's hair so the Aussie could club her forcing the blondie to be in a seated position! Once Tia had set up Betsy in the corner she would grab the top rope and began to stomp away at her chest area really trying to soften her before ending the stomps with one last stomp to the face!

Spoiler

"Booooooo!!!" The crowd hated what they were seeing and it looked as if Tia was being a huge bully in the ring beating up someone smaller than her. The White head didn't care as she taunt the crowd by outstretching her hands.

"Boo yoahsself! boo yoahsself!" Tia shouted back at the crowd with clear venom in her voice. The taller and bigger wrestler would stand over Betsy grinning at the downed American before attempting to really show off to the crowd! She would grab Betsy by the hair and lifted her up to her feet before placing her head underneath her arm and lifted the American up vertically in the air! If successful Tia would parade around the ring lifting Betsy up high in the air for the crowd to boo even more before falling backwards for a delayed Vertical Suplex!

[BlackAkuma]

The good news was that Tia didn’t seem to be of a mind to just wail on her with the bat. She could’ve, that was an option for her, but no - she threw the bat away and came at her bare handed.

Given the state of this match, though, that was a small mercy, and it probably just meant this beating was going to last even longer. Betsy wasn’t in a good position to defend herself, with one arm too damaged for much use. She didn’t think anything was broken in there, all the bones were intact, but it was nothing but a bundle of sore nerves at the moment, no good for swinging. An unusable weapon, which sucked for a striker like her.

She tried push her way out of the corner and escape, but Tia cut her off with kicks and stomps, hammering her back down, shooting her heel into the chest over and over and over, battering away and ending it all with a heelish blow to the face, one that put the All-American Girl back into that fuzzy, stunned place. The only thing that snapped her out of was having her hair yanked once again, something she was already getting tired of. ”God damn it, stop grabbing my-”

Her protests were cut short as Tia pulled her in tight, lifted her up with ease, and slammed her back down on the mat with a classic vertical suplex. She took this move all the time when she was sparring with Troy, but Betsy couldn't remember the last time it sucked this much. She shot up straight after the crash, groaned, then flopped to the side, laying there with her face in a rictus of pain.

[Weonna]

NOOO!!! THIS IS ALL WRONG!! FIRST SHE RUINED BETSY DEBUT! NOW THIS DISGUSTING! NO GOOD! BITCH OF A WHORE AUSSIE IS STANDING OVER A WOMAN SMALLER THAN HER! IF ALANA WAS HERE SHE SHOW HER WHAT FOR AGAIN!

Tia stood up flexing her arms again as someone from the commentary team was going off on her. All Tia could gear are the boos which were basically music to her ears as she placed her boot on the smaller woman's neck choking her with her size!

"Is thiies the baest yah gawt faw me!? yoah nawthin baetsy! nawthin!!" Tia shouted at Betsy who ended the Choke by stomping on her neck! Tia searched for the baseball bat that she accidentally threw out the ring as she went out to retrieve it before coming back to the ring with an wicked and malicious smile.

Sorry I lost my cool...I'm mad because we didn't get to see Betsy and Christina go at it and yeah I understand sometimes Betsy says some things that can tick people off but at least she didn't commit assault! She had absolutely no reason to go in the locker room and assualt Christina who I heard is in the hospital. I pray to god that she gets the recovery she needs so that she could...Wait wait! What is she doing now? OH NO! THAT BITCH TIA HAS HER BAT AGAIN COME ON BETSY! MOVE MOVE MOVE!

The commentator shouted as Tia was winding up a powerful baseball shot aimed right at Betsy's midsection again!

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy needed a plan. Bad. She was drowning out here, running out of options fast, and it was becoming rapidly apparent that, if she didn’t do something to make a big change, then losing this match was going to be the least of her problems. The big question, though, was what would that something exactly be?

She wasn’t sure, but she was fairly certain it would start with her not being under Tia’s heel.

And yet, that was where she was, getting choked out, coughing and wheezing as the Aussie bitch taunted her from above. Bad times.

The choking ended after a few moments, but Betsy wasn’t in a position to do much about it other than crawl away, making her way to the side of the ring, blindly fumbling around as the referee circled around her. She had just made her way to the ropes when Tia came back and greeted her with another swing of the bat, this landing it clean on her abdomen and slicing into her innards.

Betsy croaked and rolled away on instinct, a move that took her out of the ring and onto the floor, flopping on her back while she cradled her midsection.

[Weonna]

The impact of the bat hitting Betsy's midsection was apparant as a loud Thud can be heard. The crowd cringed in pain when Betsy was hit as she rolled out the ring withering in pain from the bat strike.

Tia only grinned while throwing the bat away again. The Aussie woman would slowly exit the ring and approach the injured American woman.

"Nawt lookin good faw yah naow? huh? wheah was ooll thaht foigh'!?" Tia began to taunt her downed opponent before lifting Betsy up to her feet and whipping her to the barricade just to weaken her. Once that was done Tia would go underneath the ring and pulled out a table!

Oh no! I think we all know where this is going! Oh no! She is about to set it up!

Tia had a evil grin on her face as she pushed the table into the ring before returning back inside just to open it up and set it in the center of the ring. The Aussie would exit the ring again and began to stomp all over Betsy before grabbing her by the hair, dragging her next to the ring, and pushing her back inside the ring through the bottom rope!

[BlackAkuma]

Something was wrong, and Betsy didn’t just mean in the obvious way of her getting beat around the ring by a crazed Aussie with a bat. That last shot from the metal left her feeling weird inside, her stomach, as if something had broken loose. She couldn't even fathom what it was, but she knew two things - it wasn’t a good sign, and it wasn’t going to get any better with Tia wailing on her.

But that was the reality she was dealing with right now, a painful existence that involved getting dragged out of the ring and hurled against a barricade. At this point she wasn’t even sure how she was standing - her body was on the verge of collapse, feeling like it would break to pieces at any moment, but she stayed defiant, stayed up, just wanting to survive, hoping for an avenue to victory that simply was not coming.

The problem was, she would need more than defiance to stop Tia from running roughshod over her. She had only just started to recover when the bitch came back out and started walloping her again, giving her a few stomps before she threw her back in the ring. The table made it all too obvious where this was going, and the only thing Betsy could think to do was try and crawl her way back out again, hoping to make more distance between her and her opponent before the worst could happen.

[Weonna]

Tia was disappointed that the match looked completely one sided. She enjoyed beating on the American but the Aussie was expecting more fight from her as she entered the ring and looked at Betsy with a disappointed look.

"Stahnd up and tyke yoah puneeshment!" Tia began to grab her hair yet again forcing Betsy to stand up on her feet as the White headed woman bitch drags her to the ropes and placing both her opponents arms draped over the rope so that Betay could stare at her.

"Ooll thaht tohk and thiies is the baest yah cahn do!"

SMACK!

Tia would hit Betsy with a back hand slap.

"Honestly whaht was the point of yah even cohlin me eow'!? look at yah! yoah cawmplaete and uttah gahbage!"

SMACK!

"Yah gawnna apologoize faw whaht yah side t' me!?"

SMACK!

"Apologoize naow!"

And with one more smack this time with all of Tia's strength put into the last one she would expect her smaller opponent to collapse to the canvas while Tia stares at the disapproving audience. She began to laugh maniacally kicking the steel chairs put of the ring before taking her time adjusting the table as it was off centered a bit and Tia's OCD started to kick in.

[BlackAkuma]

Just a little further, now. If Betsy could get to the edge of the ring, she could roll out, maybe grab a chair or something, and then, and then-

She had no idea what then, not even the faintest inkling of what would come next, and it turned out to be a moot point, anyway, since Tia wasn’t about to let her get away. A familiar, strong hand gripped her hair before she could slide out of the ring, and she found herself hauled and draped over the ropes, hung to dry, an easy target for whatever was coming her way next.

One slap.

”Damn it-”

Two slaps.

”Come on, stop-”

Three slaps.

”Ah, fuck!”

It wasn’t the pain that sucked - though, God, did it hurt taking these slaps. No, the worst of it was the indignity, taking blow after blow and not being able to defend herself as she was buffeted back and forth, with the final hit landing with enough force to drop her flat on the mat and leave her laying, while she went over to set up a table.

As much as Betsy was hurting, as much as she was just done with everything, she had enough clarity to realize this was the only chance she was getting. With what little energy she had left, she crawled over to Tia, pushed up, and swung her arm up between the woman’s legs, coming at her with a low blow.