Golden Storm vs. Lauren Fredericks

[Highfly]

Lauren hit the powerslam but her opponent again rolled out of the way, moving more quickly than Lauren expected. "Hey get back here!" Lauren said. While she wasn't sure if she was putting much of a dent into Golden Storm she was trying to keep her on the run. Lauren decided to run to the ropes behind her and dash right at Golden Storm on the outside, trying to show a speedy attack outside her normal offense as she slide low, attempting to smash into Golden Storm with a baseball slide underneath the bottom rope!

[The Riders]

Storm makes it to the outside, catching her breath quickly since her opponent is doing things that is not apart of her normal plan. Looking up and sees two boots heading towards her face before slamming into them. Knocking her back into the barricades surrounding the ring, her back beginning to bruise.

"Alright take this" Storm yells back, waiting for Lauren to come out of the ring. Throwing a cloth lines when she climbs out of the ring, If it connects it will storm some more time to recover before moving in to do another move on her opponent.

[Highfly]

Lauren was having trouble with her strikes. She was sure she would have leveled her opponent but instead the big woman managed to barely stay up rushing at Lauren with a clothesline.

"Ungh!" Lauren groaned as she was sent crashing down to the ground in a heap, moaning in pain and kicking the ground as she laid there in the aftermath of the powerful clothesline.

[The Riders]

Storm is starting to slow down at this point, the attacks she brushed off earlier in the match are starting to slowly catch up. Leaving her gassed and the pain in her back is starting to get to her. She will have to finish this match quickly, or risk losing to this jobber.

"Alright my turn to slam you into the barricade" Storm calls out, wrapping her arms around her opponent mid section. Bending down to try and dead lift Lauren up, planning on tossing her into the barricade with a gut wrench suplex. Gripping her back with her hand, leaning on the ring apron feeling her back beginning to spasm.

[Highfly]

Lauren groaned as she was lift up and sent flying, crashing hard into the mmbarricade behind her! "AHHHHHHHHHH!" Lauren screamed out as she hit the ground in a heap, laying limp as she weakly kicked in pain.

The referee had begun the count out count, trying to get the women back into the ring!

"ONE! TWO!"

[The Riders]

Storm begins to walk slowly over to Lauren, reaching down to grab the woman by her hair lifting her to her feet. Dragging the woman to the ring, before slamming her face first into the ring apron. "Just stay down and accept your loss like a good little jobber should Lauren"

The ref is now up to the count of four, still trying to get the heavyweights back into the ring,

"Three! Fou!

[Highfly]

Lauren groaned as her head was smashed against the apron with her again tumbling down limply to the ground. She slapped the ground with her hand and knew her talkative opponent was nearby. She grit her teeth as she tried to swing herself around to kick the back of Golden Storms knees to kick her legs out from underneath her in an effort to send her crashing to the mat.

[The Riders]

Storm figured she had her opponent on the ropes, hoping that smashing Lauren head against the apron will knock her out. Was bending down to pick her opponent up before feeling her legs being kicked, both of her knees give out falling forward into the mat clutching her right knee. "Fucking hell just stop fucking fighting and lose already."

Wanting to see how her legs are, Storm begins to slowly get to her feet but her right leg is limping. With her back to her opponent.

[Highfly]

Lauren and her opponent were slow to rise but Lauren was fired up, screaming as she tried to plant Golden Storm with an uppercut to the jaw before trying to lift Golden Storm up onto her shoulders to drop her back down onto the hard floor with a samoan drop!

Meanwhile while the count out count kept marching on. "FIVE! SIX!"

[The Riders]

Storm turns around hearing her opponent scream, before eating a uppercut to the jaw. Making her eyes roll back into her head a bit, leaving her open for her opponent next move. Feeling herself being lifted off her feet again before being slammed with a hard Samoan drop. "AArghhh" Clutching her Back, her feet kicking the mat but is running on fumes due to all the damage she taken.

The crowd joins in counting along with the ref. "Seven! Eight!"