Getting Color

[Deamon]

((Aliya Kimia Nemati continued from High-Flying))

The match was going great. The crowd was invested in what they were doing and everything Aliya did felt snappy. The reactions were loud and that was what they wanted. Meshia was bringing Alexis over to the corner for a tag, slapping down on Aliya's extended hand. She came into the ring and assisted Meisha in moving Alison to the middle of the ropes where they gave her a send-off into a double hip toss. Then Aliya based as Meshia placed a foot on her hands, in one almost seamless motion Aliya threw her sisters foot up as she jumped at the same time, sending Meshia into a backflip that landed gut first on Alexis. That got a good pop from the crowd and they counted along as they pinned their opponent but only got a two. The match continued.

Aliya felt great as got some shine in on Alison. The ring was her second home. As soon as she came through the curtain to perform everything else was forgotten. She was free from having worries, her only goal was to entertain and being able to do that alongside her sister felt special.

It wasn’t long before Alexis cut off her offences with an eye rake. That drew some boos that only grew in volume when Alexis tagged Mercedes in. The pair worked her over and got some good heat. Aliya for her part made them look as good as possible with her selling but always made sure that she was trying to fight back or get to Meshia for a tag. She almost reached at one point, but Alexis had burst into the ring to knock her sister off the apron, drawing even more heat. It was a basic match structure in truth, but they were painting it with interesting, crisp colors. The crowd were invested as well, which meant they were doing their jobs right. For probably the first time since she had started training Aliya felt like she was getting it.

Finally, after she had gotten beat down for a good stretch, Mercedes picked her up and called for the comeback. Alexis and Mercedes placed her against the ropes and whipped her off for the one spot she was nervous about, as she hit the opposite set of ropes she could see them preparing for the double clothesline. Aliya breathed out, took two steps and went for the aerial.

It worked!

It looked like she had broken their clothesline attempt with the gymnastics move and it drew a big pop from the crowd. She made a mental note to thank Mercy for teaching her how to do it.

Back in the match, Aliya didn't waste time. She hit a jumping knee on Mercedes to send her flying back and cleared Alexis out of the ring with her rolling northern lights suplex. As Mercedes groggily stumbled back into the center—damn, she was good at selling and positioning—Aliya grabbed her by the head and put a finger to her lips to silence the crowd. This was the other part she wasn't sure about but Mercedes had suggested it and she wasn't about to argue with the veteran in the match.

So, Aliya picked raised her opponents head up, leaned her own head back and then brought it down onto Mercedes'

CRACK!

Mercedes crumpled into a heap at her feet and Aliya nearly joined her on the mat. She only stayed up because she put her hands on Mercedes' back, but she was still stunned as lights began to dance in front of her vision. She shook her head and tried to blink them away, feeling something wet on her forehead as she did so. She stumbled over to Meshia in the corner and tagged her in. She could hear her sister mention something about 'color' as she entered the ring. Meanwhile, Aliya dropped through the ropes to the outside. Her head ached something fierce. As she knelt on one knee on the outside she noticed something dripping onto the floor. It was slow at first but started to become more frequent as she watched.

Raising a hand to her forehead, Aliya felt the warm wetness and swore under her breath. Her hand came back with blood on it because obviously it did. She had never gotten color before, but hardway was a bit of a different scenario. The referee discretely checked on her and she said she was fine, but her head still throbbed painfully as she raised herself back up onto the apron. The flow of blood continued and so did the match because the show had to go on.

But for the life of her Aliya would struggle to remember anything else about the night.

Besides Meshia calling her an idiot, of course, oh and Mercedes smiling and handing her a beer, but that would be much later in the evening.

Apparently she drove home.

((Aliya Kimia Nemati continued in Shake it Out))