Michiko Shimizu vs. Allison Ford

[CaptainL]

Michiko was dizzied from all the offense she had taken - every step she took toward her foe caused her to teeter, and as another sharp pain shot through her back, she doubled over with a hiss, her teeth clenched in a grimace. But no matter how much the lingering pain of the beatdown Allison had unleashed was sticking with her, she wouldn't let that stop her. She needed to cling to the ropes just to keep herself upright, but that was enough. Above all, Michiko couldn't let Allison think she was anyone who was going to go down without a fight. And she was intent on bringing that fight!

The fans watched in silence. The tension in the air was so thick, no one dared to so much as say a word. Both women looked like they might crumble to their knees at any moment - and yet, the fires of determination still raged inside of them, spurring them onward! Who would make a move first? Would they fall? How much did they even have left in them? Some might worry for their well-being, were they not so entranced by the sight of their endurance! Anything, it seemed, could happen next!

Just then, Allison's fist whipped through the air, as she punched Michiko directly in the gut! The impact landed with the sound of a wet slap, impacting Michiko's solid abs through a layer of sweat and spandex, and that sound was echoed by some groans of sympathy from the crowd. The lilac-haired woman groaned, her face contorting in a wince as she took a stumbling step back. One leg began to drift backward; the other started to buckle at the knee. But Michiko's fingers would only wrap tighter around the ropes - she wasn't going to let herself go down!

She might have needed to brace herself, but if she could still stand and fight, that was all she needed! The rope pulled taut against Michiko's grip as she pushed it down, drawing on its energy. Then, she shoved back at it so that the momentum would catapult her forward. And there, she would raise her forearm into the path of Allison's jaw, attempting to land a clothesline from point-blank range! Her dwindling stamina meant that she only had so much offense she could deal out...but it would be enough for her purposes!

[Hitman45]

The humidity and heat that had shrouded the ring was almost palpable evident by the disheveled aspect of both wrestlers appearing to be worn out and reeling from the attrition their bodies had been put through by each other. Allison had barely managed to get back into the ring, rolling in at eight count by the skin of her teeth having been smashed against the side of the apron by an intuitive maneuver from Michiko, who herself wasn't doing much better, hanging onto the cables by a thread but still not lookiing to back down.

Allison attacked first, aiming for a punch at the lilac-haired woman's midriff. The fatigued nature of her frame and the damage already meant that the effort required for the fist to dig deep and inlfict hurt was amplified, the raven-haired woman complete expanse moved with the arm, threatening to dispossess her wobbly balance which would result in her falling flat on her kisser. But fortunately, the blow landed as expected, caving into Michiko's unguarded midsection, the spandex doing little to cushion the pain. The brawler was able to feel the the twitching of her abs, made all the more sticky and wet from the perspiration, the knuckles having dug deep into her stomach...

The raven-haired woman pupils dilated a shade seeing that Michiko managed to stay up on her feet and not double down in pain from the belly shot, which went deep enough that Allison could have sworn she had broken her stomach. Not only did she manage to hold on, she threw at the brawler one of her own, a close-range forearm smash aimed at the jaw, the elasticity of the ropes helping the cause to add an extra spring in her step!

"THWaa!...NNnh..." Allison's face whiplashed to the right, the force behind the Clothesline lifting the feet off the mat and almost throwing her out of the ring again, only for the ropes to stand firm and latch onto her. The vibrations rippled thoughout the head from the focal point almost knocking her off her footing, but the left arm draped over the saviour of a top-rope prevented the fall, leaving Allison arched backwards, eyes half-lidded and precariously hung from a limb.But like the lilac-haired woman, the brawler was not going to fold just yet, her left arm begining to coil around the cable while simultaneously pulling her torso back up. Luckily, Michiko was in no shape to chain moves together to follow up that close-range clothesline, which meant that now Allison had the opening to strike, and she planned on using her foot this time, using the top-rope to give her body a boost for a leap,aiming an Enzuigiri to the side of Michiko's head!

[CaptainL]

After the punishment the two girls had taken, both of them struggled to so much as stand up. Michiko wobbled and wavered as though a stiff breeze would bring her down, had she not been hanging onto the ropes, and Allison wasn't doing much better, if the hoarse gasps she took as she panted for breath were any indication. But even if their stamina was failing them, there was one thing keeping them going - their fiery determination, and their passion for success! Allison had landed a blow right to Michiko's gut, causing her to double over forward. A stabbing pain shot through her system; she felt as though she wanted to snap in half at the waist. Her feet drifted apart as she struggled to sustain her weight...but she still wasn't going down, and she would make that known as she hurled herself at Allison, swinging her arm out to hit her full in the face!

The blow landed with a crack - and it was punctuated by the outpouring of cheers that followed, with the crowd celebrating Michiko's defiance even in the face of impossible odds! Allison had been hit just as hard, going flying into the ropes. Without the strength to hold herself up, Michiko had fallen to one foot, bracing herself with her hand against the mat as her shoulders rose and fell with labored gasps. Slowly, she lifted her head to watch where Allison had landed - and there, she saw her spring back off the ropes!

Allison would need to rely on the momentum of the ropes to carry her forward, but that was something she was willing to do! And with Michiko down, she was lined up just right for the next trick up the raven-haired woman's sleeve. Michiko had no time to get out of the way as Allison's leg struck out, swinging around and catching her in the back of her head while she was level with her foe! With a cry of agony, Michiko went toppling over onto her back, clutching at her head as her body erupted in pain!

She did know one thing, though - she wasn't going to wait around and let Allison have her way with her. Michiko hurt, that was for sure, but she knew Allison would only have more tricks up her sleeve. Hoping to get out of the way before her opponent could press the advantage, Michiko kicked out her legs, trying to gather enough force to roll herself over and away from her foe. If she could get some distance from Allison, she might be able to catch her breath.

[Hitman45]

Michiko's shotgun-esque Forearm Clotheline had hit its mark perfectly, the result momentarily lifting Allison off her feet and leaving her teetering on the brink of collapse. Had the left arm not been hooked around the top rope, the events that followed the aftermath would have wildly differed from the present circumstances.The raven-haired had not only managed to pull herself back up from a certain fall, but actually managed to use the cables to boost herself to land a retaliatory blow, that to striking the head of the lilac-haired woman!

The kick almost felt like it had cracked open her skull, such was the collison with Allison's foot, taking Michiko's out of the equation for a short while. But Allison's was in no better position; having landed on her back, the dormant pain flaring up onece again, albeit bearable this time, only sufacing for a short moment. Michiko was intentionally trying to create some distance between both of them, hoping to catch her breath and recover some of her energy. The brawler was in no mood to give her that chance, having see firsthand the damage that she could deal.

Using the ropes again, which was now becoming sort of a norm in this match, Allison pulled herself up, groaning along the way, steadying herself. Locks of sweaty hair were falling over her eyelids and sweat was clouding the vision and so sorting these immediate issues, the brawler wobbled towards the prone from of Michiko, intent on following up. It was looking difficult for her to execute any intricate maneuvers or lifts, still reeling from the exhaustion and the damage. But she had to make this opportinity count and the best course of action towards its seemed like going back to a more...tried and tested mode of offense.

The lilac-haired woman's pelvis would experience a sudden spike of increase in pressure from Allison's weight as would plop herself onto her, eyes trained over the face and the torso, as she would look to unleash a barrage of blows over the stomach and few select shots to her mug, thus not letting the room to breathe that she was so craving...

[CaptainL]

Michiko barely had the energy to keep herself up - even when she did hold herself straight, the aches and pains Allison had left her with stabbed through her spine like she had been impaled on a pike. But she wasn't going to let that stop her. If she was on the ropes to support herself, she could also use those same ropes to launch herself back at her opponent, letting them fuel her with the force she needed to propel herself! Sure enough, she landed a solid blow against Allison...but just the same, Allison could use Michiko's own tactics against her. When she went bouncing into the ropes, she too could lean on the cables and throw herself back at Michiko, where all the momentum of her charge would build up behind the blow of the enzuigiri that took the lilac-haired woman down!

Dropping like a sack of potatoes, Michiko knew she was in no shape to stand and fight - she had to get as far away from Allison as she could. Just thinking about getting back on her feet sent another stinging pain along her back, but she wouldn't let that stop her - she'd just throw all her weight over to the side, going tumbling along. She made a few slow, plodding falls against the mat, her sweaty skin landing against the canvas with the side of a wet slap each time she turned over. When she rolled over onto her stomach, she had to stop for a moment. Her head was throbbing with the pain of the blow, and her chest rose and fell with labored gasps as she tried to get the air back in her lungs. The aftershocks of Allison's kick weren't going to leave her any time soon. But she couldn't let them slow her down as she tried to fight her way to safety - it was too dangerous to leave herself unguarded! Her eyes narrowed as she focused in on the ropes, knowing they were still within reach!

Sucking in a deep breath, Michiko went to roll over again. But that was the exact moment that Allison struck. Almost the moment her back hit the mat, the brunette pounced - and Michiko barely even had time to scream before Allison fell down on top of her! The impact of her hips against her stomach flattened the air out of her lungs, causing her to gasp and wheeze as her legs kicked up in the air. And from there, Allison launched a volley of punches in Michiko's direction! Drained as she was, Allison surely couldn't throw her punches as quickly as she might have liked...but that made little difference to Michiko; it seemed like she could barely keep up with how quickly the punches were being thrown, and all the angles they were coming from!

There was no way she would be able to block or dodge all of them. But she wasn't going to take it, either - Michiko just had to trade every one of Allison's hits back! Gritting her teeth to steel herself, she began to swing punch after punch back at Allison, reaching up to grab onto her shoulder to keep herself in place as she hammered at her ribs as fast as she could. She needed to send a message - and that message was that she wouldn't back down!

[Hitman45]

Ever since both women had managed to crawl back into the ring, dragging their pummeled bodies with every ounce of energy they could muster; the fight had been playing on an even-keel so far. Both fighters were in no shape to protect themselves from the incoming blows, their frames walloped from each strike of desperation, to try and tilt the odds in their favour. Each moment of inactivity was pronounced by their heaving, undulating bodies, tired wheezes and gulping down mouthfuls of precious oxygen, before socking back in retaliation.

Supported by the firm,elastic ropes, Allison and Michiko clung on to maintain their perched albeit wobbly postures; their clobbered spines, Michiko's more than Allison's, threatening to give up at any moment, even from the slightest twitch. But both of them were still not willing to concede ground, throwing hands without care, starting with Allison's gut punch to Michiko who floundered back before leaping at the wide-eyed woman with a Forearm Clothesline! The raven-haired woman was on the brink of being thrown out of the ring, which would have put her chances in serious jeopardy; but saved by the cables. For a couple moments, it looked liked she would falter, but would kick Michiko's head out of nowhere which would see her head bounce off the mat followed by her frame crumbling hoplessly.

But still Michiko had life, rolling away with whatever meagre time and energy she had and tried to get to the ropes, hoping to regroup. As she was within an inch of a chance to regroup, Allison pounced on her, plopping her weight down on her pelvis and hammered away at her unprotected, sweat-soaked abdomen; each blow accompanied by an almost imperceptible squelch from the region where her knuckles would dig in!

Exhaustion would start to catch up to Allison though, with each ensuing punch slowly being devoid of any tangible bite. Allison's shoulders started to hurt with each time she pulled back her arms to reload, her face contorting in a grimace from the continuous assault, despite being the one dishing it out. Michiko meanwhile was frantically trying to weather the storm by trying to get a block in but all her attempts had initially fell short - until slowly but surely, she seemed to have noticed the gradual drop-off in the intensity of the blows, giving her a much-needed opening to attack!

"Grrr..Hrnhhh...Arrhh...Agh! Gah! Hkkk...Guhhh..." What started off as an utterly one-sided domination got balanced when Michiko started to throw hands, specifically targeting her ribs and upper stomach, and soon started to turn the tables, gaining the upper hand when the frequency of Allison's strikes dipped as she took hits after hits on her rib-cage. This targeted assault began to put strain on her lungs which was constantly feeling the impact, thus hindering her ability to breathe. Allison's head started to feel woozy from the low air-supply and was inhaling raggedly from Michiko's punches. Her eyes started to close-off slowly, vision starting to look blurry all of which were the ramnifications of the unrelenting thrashing by Michiko which forced her to get off of her waist and fall onto her knees limply, arms to her side and head slumped down...

[CaptainL]

Allison was definitely doing a number on Michiko as she unloaded a volley of punches down onto her already battered body. Every time her fist hit its mark, it sent out the sound of sweaty skin slapping against hardened knuckles, and the aftershocks tossed the lilac-haired woman back and forth; she sputtered and gagged every time. Every time Michiko thought she might be able to get her shoulder up or fight back against the rising tide, Allison threw another blow her way that knocked her back down. But Allison had also taken quite a pounding in this match, and she wasn't getting away unscathed. Michiko could see it as her motions grew slower and stiffer, with every move she made demanding more and more of her energy. Soon enough, she thought, Allison would be vulnerable - and when that happened, the time would be right for her to swoop in for the kill.

So too, the beating she was taking had caused bruises to spread across Michiko's skin. But wherever the bruises went, her body was growing harder and more numb thanks to the deadened nerves, and the pain no longer reached her. With every blow, Allison grew slower, and Michiko grew tougher. Soon, the Japanese wrestler was able to get more blows in of her own - and every time she connected a solid strike, she could feel the confidence well up inside of her! She could do this after all - and every hit she landed could only get her hyped up more and more, spurring her on to keep the pressure on Allison! She kept throwing her punches faster and faster and harder and harder. Soon enough, she had overtaken the lead - and soon enough, Allison was laying there in a daze!

With one sharp push, Michiko shoved herself off the ground and back onto her feet; her tired muscles were nonetheless fueled by a burst of adrenaline. She still panted for breath and her weight sagged, but as she stood before Allison, all she could think of was one thing - she really could do this! In a burst of fighting spirit that transcended her weariness, Michiko would reach out and grab Allison by the head, shoving it between her thighs. Then, she would duck lower, throwing her arms around the brunette's waist and hoisting her up onto her shoulders. The fans could already see what she was doing, and the cheers grew even louder - as Michiko prepared to slam Allison down into the mat with a powerbomb!

[Hitman45]

No amount of straining or grunting was able to keep up the intensity of the Allison's hail of punches. What started as a brutally lopsided show of dominance gradually began to fizzle out of steam. The knuckles which were caving Michiko's pummeled midsection and getting spittle to gush out of her oral orifice with every strike were now barely able to graze her spandex covered object of focus, which Michiko took full advantage of. Now the tides of the battle slowly started to turn. At first, as the raven-haired woman was experiencing the fatigue and attrition, Michiko would get the occassional punch in, which would slowly but surely proceed to going blow-for-blow, with both the wrestlers on the opposite ends of the spectrum; Michiko starting to regain her strength and Allison was losing hers.

Finally, the momentum turned completely on it head, much to the audience's dismay witnessing the lilac-haired woman now dealing the heavy blows! For every punch that Allison landed, Michiko landed three. For every shot that merely tickled Michiko, she would return the favour with a rippling blow enough to knock the wind out of Allison's lungs. The raven-haired woman was now fighting a losing battle, where the only route to go was down. But she was too weary to change it up and too battered to protect herself, thus channeling all her energies into going all-out on Michiko and now the ramnifications started to rear its head.

Michiko's unrelenting barrage was finally knocked Allison off of her her, who slumped to her knees besides her, not even able to clutch the targeted area seeing as her arms lay limp by her side. Allison was now in a huge spot of bother and she knew she had to get back up, which was quashed by her uncooperating body and this also resulted her feebly attempting to squirm when Michiko shoved her head between the thighs to lift her up and slam in a Powerbomb!

""UUOOOOUGHH!....Agh..Phuuu..."The impact send tremors rippling throughout the mat, such was the force that the lilac-haired woman had managed to generate, and that too despite her back having been worked over mercilessly! Allison couldn't even roll to her side or lift her arms with the only sign of movement being the weak kicking of the mat. But apart from that, she looked out of it; the half-lidded eyes, partially open mouth, sprawled limbs said it all...

[CaptainL]

Allison had Michiko down, practically keeping her paralyzed beneath the avalanche of hard-hitting blows she was unleashing. But when she was already winded from the exertion she had put herself through, Allison's dominance couldn't last forever - and Michiko was waiting for the moment she could turn the tide. Soon enough, she saw that opportunity, and she was ready to spring it! Her own punches quickened, growing faster and harder and bludgeoning her foe all over her ribs and stomach. Her own muscles burned from the strain, and her breaths grew hot and heavy - but as long as she could deal out some damage, it was well worth it! At last, Allison's offense began to abate. And Michiko smirked at the sight of it - this meant it was her chance to make her move!

When the fans saw Michiko hoist Allison high into the air, the arena was already echoing with cheers and applause! Everyone knew what was coming, and everyone was eager to see Michiko put it all into practice! As she straightened herself a little taller, Michiko could feel a muscle pull taut in her back, reminding her of all the lingering soreness; it made her wince and bite her lip. But that wouldn't stop her. Not when she had already come this far! She had Allison under control - and with the roar of the fans behind her, she was all the more emboldened to give them what they were waiting for, when she hurled the raven-haired woman straight down!

If everyone was cheering Michiko on earlier, now those cheers would rise to a deafening pace! The thought that Michiko was even capable of lifting Allison with her back in the shape it was, even for only a little while, was a commendable feat - and now, she had brought her opponent down to an impact great enough to shake the ring, all but flattening the life out of her lungs! Michiko looked up with a grin, wiping some sweaty strands of hair from out of her eyes. Her eyelids still hung heavy from the exertion, and sweat still trickled down her brow...but she smiled, nonetheless. She had done it - and Allison was about to suffer the consequences!

Throwing herself down on top of the raven-haired girl, Michiko would waste no time in grabbing for her leg and going to hook it for the pin! The referee dropped at her side and began to count. "One!" Surely, she thought, there was no way Allison could fight her way back from this!

[Hitman45]

Allison had mired herself into her current plight, and she could only blame herself for it. The idea to go after a battered Michiko and turn the tide of a the match was a sensible and a logical one. But the execution of the said idea was where the raven-haired woman had managed to fumble big time. Sure, at first glance, going for a ground pound seemed to be a great way to deliver some crushing blows and set the lilac-haired woman up for something big, but fatigue was something that she should have had taken more into consideration, or atleast should have quit while she was still ahead.

But she she chose not to take the foot off the pedal, no matter how much the foot was worn out, and this came to bite her on her rear, taking rapid-fire punches to all of her perspiration-laden torso, and was delivered with precision and maximum effort by the same woman who was expected to have been pounded into oblivion! When the brawler crashed onto the pelvis of Michiko to stifle her, she hadn't given much thought about the fact that she was now in no physical condition to get up or even get off of her, and thus was now trapped in a storm of fists, suffering the consequences of not thinking ahead, which was also very unlike the brawler, as she had excellent ring IQ.

Only from the impact of Michiko's volleys did Allsion budge; and almost collapsed face-first onto the mat, save for the posture of her spine and knees. But this resulted in the lilac-haired woman towering over her debilitated form to lift and drop her back onto the mat for a devastating Powerbomb! The Dome erupted into a cacophony of cheers and screams, the people utterly flabbergasted by Michiko able to deliver that move so effectively, inspite of her back killing her! But Allison's couldn't get much of it, having the living daylights knocked out of her. The dreaded slumber was slowly creeping upto her, tantalizing Allison to give in and float away weightless.

ONE!!

No Movement. Absolutely none whatsoever. Michiko draped herself on top of the brawler and arduously got ahould of her leg, making sure to leave no stone unturned in assuring that this pin would be the only attempt of the match. Allison's chest undulated heavily and some light managed to squeezed through her partially shut eyeslids, like a corpse.

TWO!!

"Hmm..Anh...Haa..Hftt.."An internal battle was raging inside her, the promise of a painless, peaceful sleep waging a war against the urge to hang in tight and get back. Sure the siren song of the former was far more appealing than the hard road of the latter. And Allison was seriously considering giving in, letting the battle end so that she could revel in the peace and quiet of the aftermath, but a nagging sensation in the back of the mind was holding her back, asking her to break out of the shackles.

THRE—

"Raah!.."Allison's right arm quivered back to life, starting with her fingertips twitching which quickly ran all the way up the nerves of her, just in time for her to lift her shoulder up. The referee's palm was so close to the mat that she could almost feel the dampness and moisture emanating out of it! The fate of her psychologocal war had been decided. This match still had life in it....