Hell no

Betty starts strutting around the ring as the crowd cheers her on. She put her foot on your chest as the ref begins to count 1, 2, but before the ref counts three Betty rolls you over to brake the count. “Now you did think it was going to be that easy did you. We’re just getting started.” She laughs. She grabs you by your hair and pulls you to your feet. Still holding you the hair she run across the ring and rams your face into the turnbuckle. She keeps ramming your head as the crowd counts 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, . You can feel the blood pouring from your nose your lips are num an swollen . You wonder if this bitch from hell will stop but as she turns you around an you see evil smile on her face you know this is going to be a long night !