Allison "Avalanche" Ford Vs Tara "The Belly Stretcher" Jaeger

[Hitman45]

Allison was still smarting from the miscued Dropkick which left her torso hanging inside the ring, ripe for Tara to pluck the fruits of her endeavours. And since this was a match for the tummy enthusiasts, eager to eager both the competitors absolutely wreck each other's sculpted stomachs, the raven-haired woman had understandable braced herself for an attack in that region, expecting a nasty hit particularly due to the torture that she herself had put the Belly-Stretcher through a moments prior.

"AAOOOUUFFF!!....Hhah..." A guttural shriek tore through the arena, which gave way to ragged wheezing.

A blinding pain shot from the pits of Allison's core, enveloping the whole body for a split second during which Allison felt she had been impaled mercilessly! That searing agony soon ebbed, but the ache remained leaving Allison clutching her crotch with both the legs pressed against each other, writhing about from side to side with a grimace, a few ragged exhales giving way from time to time.

"HOOUUGH!!!..Gluc..." Another scream, but this time accompanied by gagging, like Allison wasn't done letting it known how she felt audibly, but it wouldn't come out.

Her belly felt the whole weight of the Belly-Stretcher bearing down, funneling through the bony knees, which gleefully had dug in deep from the leaping drop over Allison's stomach. Already her belly had been throbbing, the effects of the stomach claw still lingered and the knees plowing deep into her gut did not do any favours.

Her eyes bulged wide upon impact and the sensory nerves around the wounded expanse ignited to convey a burning ache over into her mind. The raven-haired woman felt that she could throw-up, but swallowed the bile back which surfaced into her mouth.

She could only feel, not even watch, Tara coiling her hands around her ankles, such was the immediate effect of the improvised 'low-blow' and it was legal with a technicality and the nasty knee drop that had followed. The Belly-Stretcher seemed to be keen on dragging Allison's supine body away from the ropes to position the raven-haired woman the way she desired.

Still panting and wheezing, Allison could only squirm about feebly as the tan-skinned woman draped her sculped self across her belly to hook her leg up and indicate for the pin count to be initiated.

The one count was no contest from the raven-haired who parted her eyes and tried to adjust her vision, ridding away the distortions and hazy picture quality and only after the second count did her limbs come to life, trying to kick and flail, but not enough to cause trouble for the Belly Stretcher.

"THR—"

With a guttural grunt, Allison thrust her hips upward, just as the referee was about to hit the mat for the final time to buck Tara off of her, but in hindsight maybe she shouldn't have resorted to this way as Allison immediately would curl up to the side clutching her stomach, hissing in pain from the way her belly stretched taut when she pushed Tara off of her...

[Bare]

There it was. Despite the utter hell Tara's stomach had been through this match she felt confident that finally it was hers for the winning. The low blow, the massive knee drop from the top rope, and now Tara had as tight a pinfall as can be achieved on her opponent. Naturally the count was going smoothly, one two, and then there it was. Right before three everything went to shit.

Somehow, someway, Allison had managed to thrust her whole body forward, bucking Tara off and sending her to her knees just above the woman's head. A shocked expression taking root on Tara's face in the process. "N-No. That's... that's impossible! Ref you slow counted!" Tara demanded, getting up and practically pouncing on the ref who quickly threw his hands up and reminded her that she would definitely lose if she attacked him making Tara growl softly before turning down towards her opponent.

"Dammit!" Tara snapped out as she bent down, grabbing Allison by the hair and forcing the woman to her knees. "Why! Won't! You! Stay! Down!" Tara demanded, enunciating each word with a punch to the side of Allison's head as she went to town, trying to keep the woman dazed while punishing her before doing anything else!

[Hitman45]

Allison coughed and wheezed clutching her wounded, bruised belly. it felt as if a log had been rammed into her belly barreling from afar. Her long raven tendrils covered her contorted face from the masses, who were clearly enthralled from the dedicated belly wrecking on display. So many tummy enthusiasts in the dome tonight.

She could hear Tara ranting and accusing the referee of being biased towards the her. The woman looked to have lost it, clearly pissed off. The Belly-Stretcher had seemingly put all her eggs in one basket and now she had to start over again, come up with another strategy.

"Scchh....Augh!AAh!Guh...KHaa!!" After being pulled onto her knees, the fingers of the Belly-Stretcher digging hard into the scalp, Allison face was greeted with a flurry of frustrated fists, each one followed by a word enunciated with fury and irritation by Tara for not staying down for the fall.

Allison took those blows squarely to the face, with some of them whiplashing her head to the side and one particularly nasty shot, cutting her lips, a valley of crismon finding freedom to flow out in a narrow stream upto her chin. Her head felt dazed and could feel her pulse throbbing. The whole of the skull stung. She tried to get her arm up to protect by couldn't do much apart from that, with Tara's punches unrelenting and indignation palpable...

[Bare]

Tara was starting to let her anger utterly dictate her right now. There was no reason, no plausible way that Allison should have kicked out what she did just a few moments ago, it just made no damn sense and it infuriated her! That was why she was doing everything in her power to ensure that Allison did not escape again. Even if she had to just bring her to the point of unconsciousness before locking in a stomach based submission for the ko she'd take it!

Seeing that Allison was raising her arm up as a form of defense Tara would tsk softly before reaching down to rip the arm out of the way before throwing her other hand around for a sharp, heavy slap right to the woman's face! If it landed then Tara would grab the woman by the hair, forcing her back upright in her kneeling position before turning around and running at the ropes, turning as she rebounded off them to come back even faster at her opponent, leaping up as she approached to try and drive her knee into the Allison's face with her finishing move the Bolt Burst!

[Hitman45]

Allison was barely hanging on now. The constant stress her skull was being put through with the harsh collision of the Belly-Stretcher's furious fists was maddening, and it was her body working on autopilot, which put the arm up to offer a frail barrier against the assault. This only seemed to infuriate the Belly Stretcher even more, seeing the woman still trying to protect herself instead of biting the dust by now.

"GAAK!" A blinding flash crossed her eyes, just for a second.

Her head whiplashed to the side, the imprints of Tara's digits pressed hard against the cheek to leave prominent red streaks across the skin, and it stung real bad. The whole of her head due to the power packed behind the wallop, seemed to suddenly get warm and gradually burn up, and Allison could actually feel some of the heat radiating out of the body. That slap might have plunged Allison's balance and temperature into doldrums, but it did snap her back into action, and that too at the right time!

She strained to look Tara about to bounce off of the ropes, and pulled herself up onto a single knees, legs quivering but mind resolute now. Allison's eyes narrowed, breathing heavily, with the spike in the temperature from the slap subsiding, and locked onto the Belly Stretcher, waiting for her hear to get close enough, without arousing suspicion so that Allison could pounce.

In theory, she wanted to used Tara's speed against her, draping one arm over her shoulder and the other betweenher legs mid-motion to lift, turn around and slam Tara onto the mat, using a Scoop Powerslam!

Spoiler

[Bare]

Tara was sure that this would finish Allison off. Maybe not by the standards of what was required for this match type. But definitely enough for Tara to do whatever she wanted to end it officially. As she came rocketing off the ropes towards her kneeling opponent though she could tell something was wrong. Allison was on one knee not two, and she seemed to have a bit more clarity in her eyes, but Tara was going too fast to stop now! "Shit! Gah!" Tara yelled out at first in surprise before she was grabbed and then slammed brutally into the mat, causing her to scream out in pain! "Fuck!" Tara yelled, arching her back and even getting on her side cradling it, stunned by the sudden and impactful counter!

[Hitman45]

Allison stumbled about,trying to steady herself after slamming Tara harshly down the mat. The head being peppered with fists and the meaty slap and followed by the immediate movement of the body almost in a three-hundred and sixty to execute the move sure took a toll on her brain trying to keep Allison on her two feet.

"Eehh..Haah...Huuff..." The raven-haired woman's chest heaved, fiding itself pressed against the ropes as Allison almost collapsed against them, with her arms being the anchor using which her whole tired form clung on, because her legs looked worse for the wear, limp and trembling.

Brushing a few strands of her raven locks away from the perspiration-laden face, a weak tremor evident in the ministrations; Allison glanced towards Tara, albeit furtively, not wanting her to be braced or mentally alert. And anyways, Allison herself needed a couple of moments to catch her breath and get the upper house, her head, in order.

Finally, Allison pushed herself off, taking a couple of steps to adjust herself before proceeding towards the Belly-Stretcher. The marks on her battered stomach were throbbing and angry the two hot blistered streaks of rope-burn still appearing fresh. The raven-haired woman looked at Tara, dead in the eye as she would lift her right foot slowly, making sure Tara had a good view of it.

"I wonder what will happen if I press my foot here...?" the foot, hovering inches above the area marred with welts and blisters would push down upon it at an agonising pace, pressing harder with each passing second.

"Oh sorry, did it hurt...? Let me try here..." Allison, feigning ignorance though not trying too hard to commit to the bit, would lift the foot from the region, after giving it a few painful twists and now worked on the area where she had thrust her hands relentlessly earlier, repeating the same with the other foot.

But this was just toying with the women. This wasn't enough to win this fight. It needed something more. "Maybe this will offer some relief..." Allison would roll the Belly-Stretcher onto her stomach and position herself with legs on either side of Tara's shoulders, to bend down and lift her legs by the ankles thus pulling her body into an upward incline.

"Or maybe it will hurt...I dunno..." Allison shrugged and would put her right foot over the lower back of the Belly-Stretcher while she is inclined and push hard at it, simultaneously letting go of the ankles, such that she collided with the mat belly-first, and repeat this a couple more times!