Steele va allison:Hardcore match

[Ovrlrdalex]

Steele was taken to the announcers table,feeling her head slammed on the table before before she was on top of it slamming she was set up for the plane crash were she was slammed though the announcers table,dazed.

[Hitman45]

The crash against the announce desk was hard enough to collapse the whole structure into itself, the wreckage spilling out in a small radius around the area. Allison lay amongst the debris, exhausted and fighting for breath, a flushed face try to guzzle any air around her vicinity. She weakly lifted a hand to run through her disheveled hair and pull away strands of the raven mane that clung stubbornly to her sheen slicked face.

There wasn't any countout for both the wrestlers to hurry into the ring and so, Allison stayed on her back with minimal movement for a few more moments to regain a semblance of her energy reserves before she could soldier on. Grunting weakly, Allison wobbled back to her feet, with a hand clutching the back while she used the other to pull Steel by her hair to a seated position and then used both her arm to hoist the Russina up and shove her back into the ring.

Earlier when taking out tables, Allison had two of them out and positoned on inclined against the ringside and eyes now fell back on the wooden furniture and without a second thought, the table would be tossed into the ring as well. The raven-haired woman rolled back into the ring and first would first work on her opponent a bit more by planning to straddle her hips and clock the face as well as the beautiful tattooed belly as hard as she could with a Ground Pound!

[Ovrlrdalex]

steele was taken to the ring where she laid on her back,as her head turned seeing the table soon she felt her body taking a beating from Allison's fists feeling the force behind it tough she could not feet the pain.

[Hitman45]

Allison staggered back up after pummeling the Russian to her heart's content, face dripping with sweat and breathy heavy and raspy. There wasn't much in her tank any more and she figured this might be the time to end it and give the Russian what she deserved. With a heaving chest, the raven-haired woman stumbled towards the table lying on the mat and positioned it against the cornerpost in an incline and hauled Steele up to lean her against the wooden surface.

From all the way across the ring, Allison would charge, hopefully the final time to drive her foot into the face of the Russian, in hopes of plowing her head through the table, performing her signature, the Concussion!

Should it hit the way Allison would hope for, wrecking the table in the process, Allison was going to collapse on top of the Russian, hoping the referee would start the count to pinfall soon.

"ONE!! TWO!!...."

Concussion

[Ovrlrdalex]

The russian women was dazed as her vison was blurry she soon felt a kick that sent her head through the table laid down roughly.


She stared at the lights as the ref starred to count one....two... and then three.


The bell rang as Allison's music played.

[Hitman45]

The bell rang after the three count, but Allison was too out of it, too tired to get up and simply pushed herself off and collapsed beside Steele and stared at the shimmering ceiling with blank glazed pupils and a heaving chest. Her whole body was slick with perspiration and various bruises and welt scattered across the body, with the belly having taken a lot of damage.

The referee came to check up on the woman and slowly pulled her back up and leaned her against the corner after announcing the winner. Allison had done it, defeating the Russian in a gruelling, vicious and brutal encounter where none of them pulled their punches. This was an indeed satisfying victory and Allison was going to savour it with relish.