Tina Armstrong vs. Allison Ford: Upstart Vs. Veteran

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Tina's head was rocked and she stumbled again swaying and wobbling as she was in a total daze. She was getting desperate and had to come up with something fast. She could see Allison and she moved back in closing the gap and instead of swinging she jumped up trying to raised her knee up as she did attempting to land a jumping knee strike right to the jaw of Allison! There was no way she would stay standing after that, provided it actually connected.

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The gentle flight Allison took to land the nasty hook almost caused her knees to give in and double, but Allison resisted the urge to crumble with every ounce of willpower she could muster, curling her toes in the boots and ganshing her teeth to the point point that they could have almost turned into dust!

Tina on the other hand refused to go down. The way Allison had managed to clock her face clean off, the Tigress should have dozed off face first on the mat, butt pulled up. But no, Tina was still standing tall and instead, to the disbelief both the spectators and Allison, she retaliated again, her knee colliding with the raven-haired woman's chin, the point-blank collison leaving her almost on the brink of total collapse.

"Guugg..Khff..."Allison's head shot back, mouth agape and eyes half-lidded as the force from the High-Knee tottering her backward with no control over bodily autonomy. Had there been no ropes, it couldn't have been far-fetched to say that the raven-haired woman was an absolute certainty to fold and hit the floor. No doubts about it whatsoever.

But that was a hypothetical thought. The reality was far more favourable to Allison, whose floundering movements saw her hit the ropes, stretching the cables enough to boost her forward, and at this point her eyes were moist from valleys perspiration trailing down from the scalp, rendering her sight hazy and blurred a slight. But the aid the ropes provided for her speed kind of narrowed the focus to just a distorted appearance of the Tigress, which would help her to land a Running Forearm to the side of her face!

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Tina thought she landed a Knockout blow but as Allison bounced off the ropes the tigress was caught entirely by surprise as she smashed Tina's face!

Tina's head whipped back and a lifeless Tina collapsed to the mat in a heap looking quite like she was out! She meekly flopped her limbs about and laid there on the canvas, unable to do anything after that b8g impact!

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Anything that Allison tried to hit Tina with affected her heavily as well, sapping at the will to follow up time and again. The forearm connected sweetly with the Tigress' face which left her flat on the mat, crumpled and folded. But the momentum and the fatigue built up inside Allison's body made it such that she wasn't able to pull herself to a stop immediately after landing the hit and stumbled forward, like slipping on a banana skin, only to be saved by the ropes.

Panting and heaving, the raven-haired woman would glance to Tina lying lifeless on the mat, while clinging to the ropes. Maybe the moment had arrived. The time to end this arduous, gruelling, taxing duel between two unrelenting woman who were as stubborn as they were skilled when it came to waving the white flag. But a breaking point had to be reached sometime.

Allison floundered towards Tina, her back not cooperating to be bent forwards, thus leading the raven-haired woman to crouch her knees to try and pull the Tigress by her hair. Once Tina managed to steady herself, a kick to the gut would follow, forcing the Tigress to lurch forwards, to be caught between Allison's thighs while the raven-haired woman would be facing away from her, also hooking her arms from underneath the blonde's in the process.

After taking in a deep ragged breaths and forcing saliva back down with a gulp, Allison's next course of action was to drop on her rear with Tina's face trapped between her legs, thus driving the mug down into the mat, for her signature— the Reverse Underhook Facebuster or as she had dubbed it, the Plane Crash!

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Tina knew that nothing good could come from Allison being in control this late into the match. She felt herself pulled up and her head between Allison's legs.

Tina grunted and groaned, the tigress shouting as she gave it a last ditch effort to spring to life! She howled as she stood up flipping Allison over for a hard landing on the mat on her back! Tina was hurting and fighting through the pain as she tried to act. She rolled Allison over sitting on Allison's lower back while draping Allison's arms over her thighs, wrapping her hands around to Allisons chin locking in a camel clutch! Tina pulled back as hard as she could in the dead center of the ring trying to make Allison submit!

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Allison was on running on the last dregs of her energy at this point and even now, in pole position to finish this contest, her body wasn't cooperating and every fibre of her being screamed in protest due to the mere fact that she stood upright and not having gone limp on the mat. Her knees buckled trying to balance her body and keep Tina's head trapped in positon and you could even see a slight tremble from the angle of the ringside camera, which panned very close to the contestants every once in a while.

A sharp scream, Tina's, cut through the seemingly monotonous ambience inside the ring, which prevailed due to both contestant having stopped calling each other out and take shots at the other woman, way early in the fight. The only audible noises were the weak, raspy breathing and heavy panting of women. Allison, whose eyes remained half-lidded from the exhaustion jolted awake and wide-eyed, her mind unable to place the source of the sound for a second, but that was enough to flip the whole script on its head!

"Acoough..." Allison yelped finding herself meet the mat face-first from having her legs pulled back. Before she could even move her head or hands, her rear got overwhelmed by a weight which now felt excruciating from the heavy hits the posterior of her body had taken throughout this fight.

Arms would be grabbed and yanked back to be draped over a pair of sweaty,muscular thighs and that's when Allison knew what was about to happen. Flashbacks of her fight against Michiko Shimizu swirled her mind. There too, Allison's back had been assaulted considerably and found her locked in a Camel Clutch similar to this.

But here the submission hold may have been the same, but neither the situation, nor the woman facing her were similar. And to make matters worse, Allison was imprisoned in the centre of the ring, the ropes on all the sides now looking miles away.

"AARRGHHH— SChhhh...." A gut-wrenching ripped through her dried-up mouth but got cut off from the clamp placed under her chin by the arms of the Tigress. Allison's back was being yanked into an unnatural angle, which led to her flail and thrash her legs away, eyes wide. A grim realisation started to dawn upon her.

The arms wouldn't budge, head was stayed firm facing forwards and the back was radiating intense,searing agony like never before. Allison's mind was completely engulfed in the burning ache scorching her back and even if this wasn't so late in the match, the raven-haired woman wasn't sure how she would be getting out of this grip! It was looking increasingly likely that the inevitable was about to happen, something that Allison had done so well to avoid and brush past till now her in LAW.

*Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap*.....

"DING DING DING!!!"

It was now either pass out from the pain, have her spine snapped like a twig or tap out to pull herself out of the misery. The time to choose was running out fast. The wiggling and thrashing started to gradually ebb and Allison's eyelids kept on drooping, but she forced herself to be awake. The initial screams and cries were now reduced to mere whimpers, muffled to a great extent by the iron-grip Tina had under her chin. Black spots started to dot her field of vision and her eyes were now perceiving visual stimuli with reduced quality every second that passed.

She didn't know that she was tapping out, or maybe part of her knew, peppering the Tigress's out side of the thigh with her clammy palms, gently in a state of semi-consciousness. Once the hold would be released, Allison was going to drop to the mat, limp and floating between asleep and awake, the taste of her first defeat in LAW starting to sink in...

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Tina heard the bell, letting go of the hold and standing tall her fists raised in the air as she began to half strut, half hobble around the ring feeling a surge from her victory. That is how it is done baby! That right there is how it is done!" Tina shouted and posed taking in the cheers of the crowd after her hard fought battle against Allison.

Tina gasped for breath, slumping against the ropes as she wondered what kind of caliber these rookie wresters were if Allison showed up putting up this much of a fight. Tina kept gasping for breath, trying to recover as her music played along the speakers of the arena.