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.