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

[Weonna]

Tia was finally satisfied with how the table was all nice and set up as the Aussie returned back to Betsy. The White headed woman was suprized to see the American crawling to her which led Tia to laugh out loud before grabbing her hair.

"Laeh''s foineesh thi-" Before Tia could finish a sentence she was caught in a low blow which made the Aussie gasp in utter shock and pain from the unexpected blow! Tia would collapse to the canvas with her butt sticking out for the perverts to see as the Aussie was withering in pain!

[BlackAkuma]

It worked? It worked!

Given how poorly this had all gone, it was nothing short of a small miracle, and Betsy half-expected the woman to be wearing a cup for some reason. But she wasn’t and her gambit worked and it would’ve been so much more satisfying if she wasn’t in total pain right now.

”Come on….come on…” Betsy pushed her way up with one hand and grabbed Tia’s hair with the other, rising to her feet and dragging the Aussie up with her. As soon as they were both standing, she let loose with a wild punch to the woman’s face, then another, and another on top of that, trying to drive her into the nearest corner with each blow.

[Weonna]

"Aaarrggh! Aaahhnn aahhhnn!" With each punch Tia winced and shouted in pain. The low blow made her drop her guard as the Aussie was taking punches to the face unprotected. Her face being the only option to block the punches which was unsurprisingly ineffective. Tia was backed in the corner with her back turned towards her opponent, her right arm draped over the top rope trying to use it as support to keep standing, and her hair covering her face to hide away her embarrassed face from allowing Betsy to capitalize on her mistake!

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd was rallying behind Betsy, cheering her on, chanting her name, and she appreciated the support. But this wasn’t a comeback. This was a suicide run.

Her legs hurt. Her head hurt. Her back hurt. It would’ve been easier to just list all the parts of her body that were either aching or outright busted, and she knew that she was on the verge of passing out at any moment. She had to finished this woman, and she knew there was just one move she had that could do it.

With Tia reeling in the corner, Betsy grabbed her shoulder, spun her around to face her, then stepped back. She planted her foot, ducked down, then jolted upwards with a rising uppercut, targeting her opponent with her absolute best blow - the Gazelle Punch!

[Weonna]

The Finishing Uppercut landed square in Tia's chin as the Aussie leaned backwards to the ropes before bouncing off the ropes and landing face first on the canvas with her hands above her head.

OH MY GOD! YES BETSY! YOU GOT IT! THIS MAY BE IT!

The commentator started to get excited...after watching Betsy get manhandled throughout the entire fight he was glad to see her finally taking over!

[BlackAkuma]

That worked? That worked!

The punch connected flush, bringing Tia to the mat. She could feel the recoil go through her arm, sense the impact from that punch, know that it landed with all the power she could’ve asked for. Down her opponent went, easy prey.

The only problem was that Betsy went down with her.

Her legs collapsed as soon as she landed the blow, giving out from the pressure all at once and exploding into cramps. She fell flat on her back, gasping and writhing, her body taking all the pain at once. Nothing wanted to move, nothing felt right.

But she had to. She had to. This was it, her only chance.

Betsy crawled forward, dragging herself along the canvas like a soldier through the trenches, fighting for every inch she gained. Once she was close enough, she threw her arm over Tia and went for the pin, praying that it would be enough. ”Please, please-”

“One!”

[Weonna]

The referee immediately began to slide and began the pin count.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

When Tia heard the two count her eyes opened up and her arm immediately grabbed the rope breaking the pin count before pushing Betsy of her.

As the Aussie was beginning to rise back to her feet with the help of the ropes she started to fume angrily. Her back was turned so it looked as if she was vulnerable but Tia was waiting for Betsy to make the first move so that Tia can hit her with a hard lariat.

[BlackAkuma]

Words could not describe Betsy’s frustration when that hand didn’t come down for the final time.

So close, so close. She was flung off a moment later and went rolling to the ropes, with even that small motion giving her no small amount of pain. The Gazelle Punch had taken so much out of her, left her so winded, she was running on total fumes. Nothing to spare. Nothing to work with. Done.

Even so, she couldn't just lay there and give up. Betsy grabbed the ropes and hoisted her way up, eager to do something, anything, to try and turn this around. She saw Tia with her back turned and lurched towards her, hoping she could catch the woman off guard…

…and wound up on the business end of a decapitating lariat.

The blow struck bang on and sent Betsy flying, dropping her to the mat like she’d been hit with a shotgun. She laid there, an unmoving heap, barely even conscious.

[Weonna]

"Grrrrrraaaaggghhh!" Tia roared out loud when she hit the Lariat and started to celebrate early by raising her arms up and looking at the crowd with a mean mug.

THIS NO GOOD DISGUSTING, SELFISH, DESPICABLE PIG! JUST END THINGS NOW!

Tia would walk around the ring taunting the crowd before looking down at Betsy...she had a plan to completely devastate her as she grabbed her hair and pulled her up to her feet.

"Thiies is the end faw yah~" Tia grinned as she would lift Betsy in an powerbomb position!

NO NO NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT! I MEAN PIN HER! OH GOD NO! SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE HER SHE IS ALREADY OUT!

The Aussie would approach the table that she had set up earlier in the match and without hesitation she would drop down and powerbomb Betsy right on top of the table breaking it in half! The crowd cringed with some cheers from the Aussie crowd. With a smile Tia would place hip to hip on the fallen American for a pin attempt as the referee began to slide and vegan the pin count

ONE

TWO

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy was only half aware of what was going on, so out of it that she could barely register the world around her, hardly reacting to stimuli. Maybe that was a good thing.

She was only dimly aware of what was happening, feeling her body being moved and lifted up. Her head was shoved between Tia’s legs, and while she had enough awareness to realize what that likely meant, she couldn't do a thing to stop it from happening. It was like the moment’s before a car crash, watching your vehicle careen out of control, seeing the other car heading your way, knowing what was about to happen and being powerless to stop it.

Up.

Down.

Crash.

Betsy laid in the middle of the wreckage, unmoving and unresponsive as the referee counted. At this point, it was more of a formality than anything - she was utterly spent, not even twitching, and there was nothing to stop the referee’s count.

“Three!”