'Up, up.. gotta keep going.' Rylie told herself, picking herself up off the mat after both Paul and herself had knocked each other down. Dragging herself up, fem' made her way to the top of the ropes, slower than usual. A moonsault was half executed, though what she had failed to realize was Paul had also gotten to his feet.
Catching Ry in mid air, he shook his head and with what seemed no concern, through her out of the ring. The femora's fore-head cracked off the guard-rail, and as she fell back, upper back slammed into the metal stairs. Sliding from the ring, Paul grabbed Rylie, throwing her back to the mat, and following the female back to the square circle.
The match had gone for sometime, and Rylie laid there in the middle of the ring breathing heavily and head now bleeding and crimson corrupting eyes. Gaze was glazed over, and that knock to the head gave the female an obvious concussion. Paul lifted her to her feet, getting his signature move in; the Pedigree.
A 1-2-3, was got over Rylie, and moments later as she attempted to get up, only stumbled back to the mat, equilibrium most definitely not in tact. Paul stood at the top of the ramp watching, patting his title, smirking even more as Ric slid into the ring... chair in hand.
~oOo~
"What the fuck?" Mac yelled, watching her tv, looking ready to hit it. "They can't do that!!"
"Well they obviously can Kenzie, and beating the tv isn't going to stop Ric from hitting Rylie with that chair." Josh replied, calm. "... Well... arg!" Mac shook her head. "Coffee AND liquor. I need both." She commented, lifting slowly from the bed, and walking from the room, shaking her head with a sigh. ".. and this really can't be good." Josh sighed, remaining placed on the bed.
~oOo~
"How many fingers am I holding up Rylie." A doctor stood infront of the female, holding three fingers up, waiting for a response from the female. With no response he sighed, and shook his head. Rys had been taken to a local hospital after the match, Ric's massive and never ceasing chair shots, along with the hard hit to the head had been over the top. The dazed look still inhabited Rylie's gaze, and Ric had to be pried away from her after the match.
Dave and Randy had slid quietly into the room, if they had said something, Rylie hadn't heard.. she wasn't paying attention to much. Counting the amount of holes in the ceiling, silently in her head. Shrugging lightly to herself, she didn't want to talk to anyone, infact maybe she'd stay in the hospital. 'I mean Paul and Ric are just gonna gloat aren't they?' she asked herself, though soon returned to her counting.
Catching Ry in mid air, he shook his head and with what seemed no concern, through her out of the ring. The femora's fore-head cracked off the guard-rail, and as she fell back, upper back slammed into the metal stairs. Sliding from the ring, Paul grabbed Rylie, throwing her back to the mat, and following the female back to the square circle.
The match had gone for sometime, and Rylie laid there in the middle of the ring breathing heavily and head now bleeding and crimson corrupting eyes. Gaze was glazed over, and that knock to the head gave the female an obvious concussion. Paul lifted her to her feet, getting his signature move in; the Pedigree.
A 1-2-3, was got over Rylie, and moments later as she attempted to get up, only stumbled back to the mat, equilibrium most definitely not in tact. Paul stood at the top of the ramp watching, patting his title, smirking even more as Ric slid into the ring... chair in hand.
~oOo~
"What the fuck?" Mac yelled, watching her tv, looking ready to hit it. "They can't do that!!"
"Well they obviously can Kenzie, and beating the tv isn't going to stop Ric from hitting Rylie with that chair." Josh replied, calm. "... Well... arg!" Mac shook her head. "Coffee AND liquor. I need both." She commented, lifting slowly from the bed, and walking from the room, shaking her head with a sigh. ".. and this really can't be good." Josh sighed, remaining placed on the bed.
~oOo~
"How many fingers am I holding up Rylie." A doctor stood infront of the female, holding three fingers up, waiting for a response from the female. With no response he sighed, and shook his head. Rys had been taken to a local hospital after the match, Ric's massive and never ceasing chair shots, along with the hard hit to the head had been over the top. The dazed look still inhabited Rylie's gaze, and Ric had to be pried away from her after the match.
Dave and Randy had slid quietly into the room, if they had said something, Rylie hadn't heard.. she wasn't paying attention to much. Counting the amount of holes in the ceiling, silently in her head. Shrugging lightly to herself, she didn't want to talk to anyone, infact maybe she'd stay in the hospital. 'I mean Paul and Ric are just gonna gloat aren't they?' she asked herself, though soon returned to her counting.