First meeting: Allison Ford vs Christina Perez

[Weonna]

Christina smirked, standing tall over Allison as the raven-haired woman slumped against the bottom turnbuckle, cradling her welted chest. The crowd was eating it up, cheering louder with every second of Christina’s dominant display.

Hearing Allison’s retort, Christina let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head.

"Cute little pecks, huh? Guess I’ll have to show you something that really leaves a mark."

With that, Christina strode confidently to the opposite corner, her eyes never leaving Allison. She raised her arms briefly to hype the crowd, their roaring approval surging through her like adrenaline. Taking a deep breath, she crouched slightly, coiling her muscles like a spring.

Then, with explosive speed, Christina took off, charging across the ring! The audience erupted as she closed the distance, her knees rising sharply as she launched herself toward Allison, attempting to land with double knees onto the corner!

Spoiler

[Hitman45]

Allison may have retorted verbally with the same verve as her poised opponent, but it didn't mean that she was in the same physical condition as the Filipina. What Allison had said about Christina's chops having unfurled a burning sensation across her chest, she one-hundred percent meant it, as shown by how she cradled the well-endowed bust with both of her hands, tracing a finger over the marks Christina had left her with and hiss whenever she accidentally pressed too hard.

So busy she was, lost in examining the extent of damage the whip-like chops had induced, the welts making sure that the raven-haired wouldn't be able to wear something plunging and revealing for a quite sometime; that she didn't pay much heed to what Christina spoke and it only clicked when she looked ahead to see Christina charging towards her, all the way from the opposite corner!

"Aaagh!!...Ech.." Allison yelped, her head bonking hard against the padded buckles.

The long distance that Christina had to traverse to plow both her knees, have given Allison just enough time to get her guard up, though had she seen it coming earlier, there was a chance she could have avoided it and Christina would have probably been reeling from the recoil damage.

It didn't mean that the move prove to be futile. Sure, Allison's forearms absorbed considerable impact, but still the power packed behind the charge and the thrusting motion from the Filipina to drive the knees home made sure that the raven-haired woman still took some nasty damage.

She felt her brain was vibrating inside the skull and the cranial fluid was all over the place trying to keep Allison stable. Her eyes went hazy, as she tried to squint and blink rapidly while clutching her head with one hand and use the other to cling onto the ropes in the hopes of pushing herself up despite screaming protests by the trembling knees.

A internal sigh of relief washed over her though, thinking about the fact that had Christina's knees connected the way they had been intended, the consequences would be been fatal...

[Weonna]

Christina stood back, watching Allison struggle to recover, her confidence growing as she saw the toll her offense was taking. The raven-haired woman’s trembling knees and hazy expression were clear signs that the Filipina was firmly in control.

"Still standing, huh?"

Christina taunted, stepping forward with a deliberate stride.

"Let’s fix that."

Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of Allison’s hair and yanked her to her feet, earning a pained groan from her opponent. Christina didn’t waste time, quickly hooking one arm around Allison’s neck and grabbing a handful of her waistband with the other.

"You’re tough, I’ll give you that,"

Christina muttered under her breath, bracing herself for the lift.

With a sharp grunt, Christina powered Allison up into the air, holding her vertically for a moment to display her strength to the roaring crowd!

And then, with authority, Christina brought her down.

"WHAM!"

Spoiler

The crowd exploded in a mixture of awe and anticipation as Christina quickly crawled over her opponent, hooking the leg for the pin.

The referee dropped to the mat and began the count.

"ONE!..."

Christina pressed down firmly, her muscles tense as she applied as much weight as possible to keep Allison pinned.

[Hitman45]

Allison was still finding her feet while her hands clung onto the ropes. The knees certainly had struck hard and she could feel the sting shooting up through the forearms and the tremors rippling through the skull. But Christina wouldn't let her have a moment of peace, as she again started to chirp real close to the raven-haired woman.

"Ack..." Her teeth gnashed against each other feeling the Filipina's hands did deep into her scalp to pull.

Still feeling the aftereffects of the running strike, Allison could only heave and shudder when Christina locked her head in a Front Facelock. Allison could feel the buzzing near to her ear from Christina's 'compliments' and before she could muster a retort, up she went only to come crashing down in a loud thud against the mat!

"AAOUUGH!!" Allison yelped out loud, feeling her back hit a concrete surface,such was the force with which she got dropped.

Sharp spikes of pain shot up her back and she wasn't spared from it however, finding herself on the receiving end of a pin attempt, with Christina pressing hard, harder than what was generally expected, against her body to ensure maximum safety!

Allison writhed weakly as the one count breezed past and only then did she started to wiggle and squirm more. But the slam was powerful and every twitch and jerk would sting , evident on her wrinkled face while doing so.

"TWO—" Just as the referee was about to conclude the two count, like 1.99 probably, Allison would try to buck the Filipina off of her by thrusting her hips high up as hard as she could. Christina appreciated her toughness, she should see that in practice as well then.

Should she kick out with success, Allison would roll to her side and clutch her back to ride out the waves of discomfort and hurt coursing through the spine and the head....

[Weonna]

Christina sat up after Allison’s last-second kick-out, her expression of mild annoyance. The crowd roared in approval of Allison’s resilience, but the Filipina wasn’t about to let the momentum slip away.

"Alright, Ford,"

Christina muttered under her breath, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she crawled toward her opponent.

"You got grit, I’ll give you that. But let’s see how long you can last."

As Allison rolled to her side, clutching her back with a pained grimace, Christina moved in with calculated precision. She slipped behind the raven-haired woman, wrapping her powerful arms around Allison’s chin and locking her hands tightly together. Pulling Allison upright slightly, Christina leaned back, applying pressure to the chin and neck in a firm chinlock.

Spoiler

The hold wasn’t just about pain—it was about control. Christina knew Allison needed to catch her breath after the brutal suplex, and she wasn’t going to let her.

"How’s the view down there?"

Christina taunted, her lips curving into a sly smirk as she wrenched back slightly, forcing Allison’s head to tilt upward.

"You’re putting up a good fight, but I’ve got all night to wear you down."

The crowd began to rally behind Allison, clapping and cheering her name, willing her to fight back. Christina glanced at the audience, smirking confidently as she tightened the hold, digging her knee into Allison’s back for added leverage.

"Let them cheer all they want,"

Christina said, her voice dripping with mockery.

"It won’t help you."

But deep down, Christina was already plotting her next move. The chinlock was a rest hold, yes, but it was also a way to assess Allison’s condition and decide how best to capitalize on her current advantage. For now, she kept the pressure steady, waiting to see if Allison would fade—or fight her way free.

[Hitman45]

Oh how the back hurt. Waves of searing ache coursed through the spine and skull, which left her weakly lolling about, a scrunched face letting out ragged whimpers. Christina definitely wasn't messing around and the latest maneuver, following closely after the knees almost clocking Allison's face had left her writhing.

Allison was facing away from the Filipina after the the slam and wasn't aware of her trying to trap the raven-haired woman in a lock until it happened.

"Sccshhhh...." The pressure was gradual but firm, immediately putting pressure on the neck and the chin, the hold kind of pushing Allison's head down with the chin as the point of focus.

Allison seethed in discomfort, her hands instinctly shooting up clutch Christina's trying to gauge how well she found herself locked into this hold, aimed to wane her spirit and wear out the woman which would allow the Filipina to make easy inroads when attempting the next moves.

The grip was firm, as expected from her opponent, and Allison's face contorted, teeth bared and gnashing and the ordeal was all the more annoying because of the constant chirping near Allison's ear that Christina was reveling in. But a part of it momentarily veered her focus away from her current predicament. She zoned in on the people, watching on with rapt attention.

They cheered, chanted and rallied, spurring Allison to fight back! This was unique. Christina, from what she knew and witnessed today was a woman who enthralled the fans, capturing their adoration with ease and yet here, the people were behind Allison, who wasn't averse to such fanfare, but expected the crowd to back Christina more, with her being more well-known and all.

Something about the crowd's encouragement renewed Allison's energy levels, enough for her to stage a mini fightback. Submission holds have generally been successful in wear her down and being kind of an achilles heel throughout her wrestling career and now was no different. Her head and neck were going to hurt, but wanted to push through it, try to get something going for her locked in this hold.

Her body weight was going to shift onto her right palm pressed against the mat, upon which Allison was going to steady herself as she tried to twist herself slowly, while simultaneously pulling herself up. The hold would be uncompromising for sure, but it was either this or be sapped out of fight and be presented as a ragdoll for the unrelenting Filipina.

Should she rise up enough, facing sideways from Christina's point of view, Allison was going to ram multiple elbows into her opponent's belly repeatedly to escape her crutches!

"Heh...Jealous that they ain't chanting your name, yeah?" the shots would be interspersed with Allison's reply to Christina's surprisingly villainous mockery about the people not being able to save Allison from her grasp.

But one thing Allison understood and liked about her opponent was that she too wasn't above the occassional antics which went against the grain of what people conventional referred to as the 'faces', forcing them to cheer for the other party, which was right up Allison's wheelhouse as well. There both had quite a few similarities, that's for sure...

[Weonna]

Christina’s grip was firm, her arms coiled around Allison’s chin and neck like a vice as she leaned back, making the raven-haired woman carry her weight. She could feel Allison struggling, her fingers tugging at the hold, but the Filipina knew she had control.

For now.

The moment the crowd’s energy shifted, Christina sensed a change. Allison, who moments ago had been wilting in her grasp, began to stir, her body shifting against her. Christina frowned slightly as she felt the resistance growing, her opponent pressing a hand to the mat, shifting her weight, and slowly rising to her feet despite the hold still locked in place.

"Not bad,"

Christina muttered, trying to wrench back harder to keep her opponent grounded, but Allison wasn’t stopping.

And then— THWACK!

Christina’s eyes widened slightly as an elbow drove deep into her midsection.

THWACK!

A sharp exhale escaped her lips as another elbow connected, her grip loosening slightly.

THWACK!

This one forced a grunt from her as the air rushed out of her lungs. The third shot hit deeper, making her stomach muscles tighten instinctively from the impact.

She staggered back, her grip breaking completely as she clutched her abs briefly, taking a couple of steps backward. Christina’s expression flickered between mild frustration and grudging respect. Allison wasn’t just surviving—she was pushing back.

"You’re really trying, huh?"

Christina exhaled, shaking out her arms before narrowing her gaze.

"Alright, let’s see if you’re ready for this—"

With a sharp movement, Christina stepped forward, lifting her boot high and aiming it right at Allison’s gut, looking to reset the damage she had already done earlier in the match.

But Allison had time now—time to react, time to counter, and time to show she wasn’t going to be Christina’s plaything any longer!