Dazed and confused as I lie on the canvas after Leslie's brutal kick. I hear some commotion in the ring but I can't tell what it is as my head is rattled yet again.
I moan and curse "fucking Leslie you fucking cow!" Again I try to recover and compose myself. But of course, I have no time for such a luxury and I yelp in pain as I'm dragged up by the hair and arm by lunatic Leslie. I am able to focus on her face and she has evil intentions in mind judging by her expression.
Before I can do anything though, she grabs me by the neck with a tight grip. I cough and splutter but things get worse when she manages to lift me up before slamming me down on something hard and steel which also sounds like it is in sheer pain! ARRGGGGHHHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK! I scream in agony as pain shoots through my back. It feels like I've landed on a trash can still full of trash!
Tears fill my eyes through the pain and I slowly roll off whatever I've landed on and on to the canvas. I'm lying on my front, holding my back which is in agony. I look back where I've rolled from and see a now badly out fo shape trash can with Chrissssy's legs and feet sticking out. I was right - it is a trash can full of trash!
"Fucking hell Leslie, you crazy bitch!" I manage to mutter through gritted teeth, writhing in pain...