Re: Alyssa Monroe Vs. GASTER
Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2019 5:01 pm
Staying down on her back as she would feel the weight soon leave her, bringing her hand up to her head, rubbing it as it felt as if she'd been hit over the head with a shovel...
Wincing a bit as she started to push and pull herself upwards, propping herself up on her other arms elbow as she would shake her head a little. It took a few seconds to gather what had happened...at first she thought the match was still on, though as she heard the cheers of the crowd through the throbbing sounds of her pounding head. She would grumble and roll over onto her front, placing her hands against the canvas.
She started to push herself up, slowly getting up to her hands and knees and then up to her knees, she'd look over her shoulder at the masked wrestler glaring at her for a moment. This shit was ridiculous...how could she had lost to someone like her...
Gritting her teeth, Alyssa would rise up to her feet...fairly wobbly stand as her legs felt rather weak. She wasn't the kind to remain bitter though....a defeat was a defeat no matter how you looked at it, no matter how unfair you thought it felt. Losing sucks, it sucks a big fat one.
Alyssa would turn to face GASTER, still holding her head a little as she moved up to the raven haired masked fighter, offering her other hand to the Brit to at least give her a handshake as a sign of good sportsmanship.
Wincing a bit as she started to push and pull herself upwards, propping herself up on her other arms elbow as she would shake her head a little. It took a few seconds to gather what had happened...at first she thought the match was still on, though as she heard the cheers of the crowd through the throbbing sounds of her pounding head. She would grumble and roll over onto her front, placing her hands against the canvas.
She started to push herself up, slowly getting up to her hands and knees and then up to her knees, she'd look over her shoulder at the masked wrestler glaring at her for a moment. This shit was ridiculous...how could she had lost to someone like her...
Gritting her teeth, Alyssa would rise up to her feet...fairly wobbly stand as her legs felt rather weak. She wasn't the kind to remain bitter though....a defeat was a defeat no matter how you looked at it, no matter how unfair you thought it felt. Losing sucks, it sucks a big fat one.
Alyssa would turn to face GASTER, still holding her head a little as she moved up to the raven haired masked fighter, offering her other hand to the Brit to at least give her a handshake as a sign of good sportsmanship.