Steele va allison:Hardcore match

[Ovrlrdalex]

Steele grinned evilly and tried ramming Allison's back at the corner if sucessfull she would unload another series of shoulder thrusts to the core and some elbows.

[Hitman45]

Allison let out a squeak when Steele pressed harder before relaxing and continuing that repeatedly and that was putting real pressure on her spine, which had already taken a lot, and this dropped her head into the Russian's shoulder. Steele was in mood to inflict further punishment there and tried to ram her against the corner but Allison knew she had to get out, else she was in for another beating. Thus,with a yelp, she reversed the motion and threw Steele into the ringpost which would hit her shoulder and entrap her between the top and the middle ropes. Thie would give Allison time to breathe and the raven-haired woman planned to hold onto the adjacent ropes to support herself...

[Ovrlrdalex]

Enjoying to pain she was dishing out steel was caught for off guard as she was throw to the ring post,hitting shoulder first,she looked at her shoulder and her left arm knowing it was going to be a target.

[Hitman45]

Allison panted heavily clinging to the ropes adjacent to the cornerpost, her hair disheveled and covering her face. She ran a hand through her hair before looking at Steele, who was momentarily stunned, and swifty shot her leg to the Russian's chin for a Superkick and then Clothesline her out of the ring, not wanting to waste any time to give the Russian a chance to recover, seeing as her lack of stimulation from pain would always work ik her favour...

[Ovrlrdalex]

Steele moved back around and turned around only to get hit with superkick as she staggered back to the ropes and gets hit with a clothesline, rolling back outside,she felt dazed as she looked up at allison

[Hitman45]

Having sent Steele tumbling out, Allison hung againt the ropes for a moment to catch her breath, her back still gnawing, when something out of ordinary caught her eye. The chair from earlier was still in the ring and nearby her feet. With a pained grimace, the raven-haired woman grabbed it and climbed out of the ring and onto the apron. Her eyes locked with the Russian's rising form, Allison would then jump over her, chair high in the air and bring it flat onto her head for a brutal Chair-Shot!

[Ovrlrdalex]

Feeling the chair slamming on her head as she landed on the side of the table,she slowly looked at allison,inside her mind she was enjoying the american girl's fight

[Hitman45]

Allison stumbled to hold on to the apron after crashing the chair onto the head of the Russian from high-up and winced while rubbing her back. The shocks from the sudden landing on the floor must have certainly not helped the matters and Allison saw that Steele was still down and decided to go real hardcore, lifting the cover of the apron up to looks for supplies, furniture, anything to do real damage. And her eyes lit up when her gaze feel on a particularly plain wooden structure. Allison pulled it out, which caused the people to go wild, as a foldable table came into view. Allison pulled another table out too, just incase, but let it lean against the apron, while she got busy setting up the other, her back towards Steele, and unaware about her moments. Should she set up the table well, Allison planned to lift Steele up and drag her towards it...

[Ovrlrdalex]

Steele ignore her head's pain while being taken to the table, to the table,her vision was still blurring,her rear felt the the table as she grinned faintly and tried delivering a knee to the ribs repeatedly over and over,if sucessfull she would she would lift allison up and went for a inverted electric chair drop mod section on the Table.

[Hitman45]

Allison should have thought of it beforehand not to show her back to Steele, a woman would had an extremely high pain tolerance and so even if her body wasn't in the best condition, she could keep going, as long as her body cooperated. Too late. Allison was turned around to be greet with rapid-fire kicks to her ribs, which whooshed all the air out of her lungs, and now that she was breathless and coughing, the table she had set up for the Russian took the raven-haired woman as its victim instead, with Allison crashing through the wooden suface and lying motionless in the debris.

"AAAGHH!!!" Her throat let out a jarring scream, as the wooden edges dug into her back as she broke through the sturdy surface which broke with a crack and now she lay there, weaking kicking her legs and face scrunched up in a grimace, whimpering...