First meeting: Allison Ford vs Christina Perez

[Weonna]

Christina sat up, exhaling sharply as she pushed herself off of Allison, her brow furrowing in mild frustration.

"Damn..."

She muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

"You really just kicked out of that?"

The crowd erupted, cheering for Allison’s resilience, though many could see that it wasn’t a strong kick-out—more of a last-second survival instinct. The raven-haired woman was wrecked, barely moving beyond clutching her aching head, and Christina knew she still had control.

Still, she had to admit, Allison was tougher than she gave her credit for.

Christina ran a hand over her face, brushing sweat from her brow before looking down at her opponent, who was curled on her side, chest rising and falling with slow, labored breaths.

"Alright then. You wanna keep going?"

Christina mused, reaching down and grabbing Allison’s arm.

"Then let’s keep going."

The Filipina slowly pulled Allison up, forcing her onto shaky feet. For a brief second, Christina studied her opponent.

She’s running on fumes.

The Filipina took a deep breath, then pushed Allison toward the ropes, whipping her across the ring.

"Move it!"

she barked, watching as Allison staggered into motion, barely managing to stay on her feet as she rebounded off the opposite ropes.

And Christina was waiting.

Christina stood firm, muscles tense, eyes locked on her target.

"This is it, Ford."

With a sharp breath, Christina planted her feet, coiled her body, and swung her leg up—

THE SUPERKICK WAS COMING.

[Hitman45]

The immediate danger may have been successfully abated, albeit by the skin of her teeth, but by no means was Allison out of the woods yet. Her head still hurt like hell, but due to prolonged absence of blows against it after the ordeal out of the ring, it was to an extent bearable,just.

"HHaakkhh..." Allison's breath hitched sporadically while her lungs worked laboriously to take in air. Her body undulated unevenly and twitched with every bit of air her nasal cavity gulped in.

But her ears were still working just fine, exposed to the elements—the crowd's hooting, chants, whistles, cheers and the concoction of noises that enveloped the jam-packed arena tonight, and thus she could make out Christina's mild stupefaction about seeing Allison kicking out, barely.

"Hehe...I know right?...ufff..." Allison chuckled, the hoarseness of her voice evident as she spoke. She was pleased with herself for not giving in to the temptations of relief so easily and that's when a sharp spike of pain shot up her head, which saw her cradling her head tight with a audible hiss.

"Aaahh...Scshhh..." Allison seethed under her breath, her demeanor one of distress and pain as Christina pulled her up.

Her body ached all over, especially the head which dropped forward, getting all volatile and irritated underneath the bony exoskeleton which was all to see for the people who were viewing the fight. The legs struggled to balance the body, quivering under the weight of an uncooperative Allison, and only with Christina holding her was keeping the woman standing upright.

All of a sudden, the world around her sped up, just for a few moments. The people, the lights, all of it started to be perceived as vivid strokes of colours, some shimmering, some dull and some promiment, by her half-lidded eyes. Her legs carried her towards the ropes on autopilot and Allison couldn't comprehend what was about to happen for a second!

But the moment she ricocheted off of the cables, She saw a very determined and annoyed Christina, looking prepared to unleash hell upon her once again. Allision couldn't let it happen. The Filipina was looking just as stubborn as Allsion when it came to waving the white flag and thus both of them had to go for something big to grab this fight by the scruff of the neck.

Christina shot her leg upward, diagonally, Allison leapt up to extend her own foot towards the Filipina's face, which was her signature, Concussion.

Allison's vision went blinding white for a mere second. Her eyes rolled back in from the way Christina's foot clocked her face off, with it whiplashing to the side, like a snap!

With her already airborne and no knowledge of whether her own kick managed to hit its intended target, Allison crumbled, laying sprawled with eyes glazed over and mouth partially agape.

Her body twitched and shuddered occassaionally, but apart from it, it looked like Allison had gone limp, and she was completely oblivious to the fate of her opponent after this sequence!

Spoiler

[Weonna]

The arena was stunned into silence.

Both Christina and Allison lay sprawled on the canvas, neither woman moving immediately after the devastating collision of boots to skulls.

Christina had thrown everything into her Superkick, her foot striking clean against Allison’s jaw, snapping her head violently to the side mid-air. But in the same instant, Allison’s own kick had connected just as fiercely, landing her devastating ‘Concussion’ kick flush against Christina’s temple.

The moment of impact was brutal, both women taking full-force blows to the head.

Now, they were both motionless.

Christina’s body twitched slightly, her arms sprawled out at her sides, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The pain was immediate and blinding, her skull pulsing with a deep, throbbing ache. Her eyes were half-lidded, her vision swimming in and out of focus, and her legs barely responded to her brain’s desperate commands to move.

The referee stood frozen for a second, glancing at both competitors, unsure of whether to start a double count-out or wait for some sign of movement.

Christina’s fingers twitched, her body jerking slightly, but her mind was swirling in a haze. She could feel her pulse pounding in her skull, her muscles screaming in exhaustion. Every breath was ragged, her lips parting as she let out a weak groan.

Allison lay beside her, just as still, just as wrecked.

The referee finally raised his hands, realizing the gravity of the situation, and began the **mandatory ten-count for both downed wrestlers.

"ONE!"

Neither woman moved.

"TWO!"

Christina blinked sluggishly, her body willing itself to move, but her limbs felt weighed down, sluggish, unresponsive.

"THREE!"

A small murmur left her lips as she shifted slightly, her shoulder twitching as her brain fought through the fog.

"FOUR!"

The audience was fully engaged now, stomping and clapping, rallying for one—or both—of them to rise.

Would Christina find it in herself to get up first, seizing the moment before Allison could recover?

Or had both women taken too much damage, forcing this match into a sudden, unexpected stalemate?

The count continued as the fate of the match hung in the balance.

[Hitman45]

Allison's mind was lost in a haze, swirling into nothingness after having her head snapped by Christina's pinpoint kick to the head. Her finger twitched and so did her toes inside to the boots, but apart from those minute movements, there wasn't much sign of life in her.

Her eyes, half-lidded, well almost closed to a thin slit were looking glassy and dull, receiving stimuli from the outside, but unable to discern it nor react to it. The spotlights stole most of her field of vision to show blinding flashes and distorted blurs. Her breathing came irregularly, as did the undulation of her body.

But, the referee's counting shuddered her back to reality.

"HHn?" Allison whimpered, weakly turning her head to both sides.

Her movements were sluggish, the body still not over the ridiculously powerful shot to the head, but the referee's counting meant she had to move soon.

The limbs soon returned to life, squirming about feebly, as Allison tried to get her bearings again. Her head still rung from the previous attacks to it and the kick, but she didn't have a choice now. It was either get up, or give up and she wasn't much about the latter.

"SIX!"

Allsion gasped trying to roll to the side, a sharp pang travelling from all the way through the spine into the head, contorting her demeanor already rife with anguish into a pained grimace.

"SEVEN!"

The crowd was getting into a frenzy, their noise now reaching a fever pitch, shouting the count along with the referee. Allison ran a hand through her disheveled hair, a light tremble evident; and looked around when her gaze fell onto her opponent, who was also in a similar predicament as her.

The Concussion was inflicted successfully after all.

"EIGHT!"

The fight was getting dangerously close to end on a kind of disappointing note, a double count out. The people made their opinions clear in this matter, rallying behind both women to finish what they had started. Christina was pulling herself up as well and that meant Allison couldn't stay down for long!

Painstakingly she found herself onto one knee, her breathing more pronounced and panting, as if she was running a marathon. The exhaustion was taking a toll on her body, which was clear to see.

"NINE!!"

"Grrrhhh!!" Allison finally managed to hauled herself up. Her legs trembled vigourously when she pushed against the mat with a loud growl, which almost resulted in the woman collapsing again, which fortunately wasn't to be.

There was a swell of appreciation from the supporters for both women, showing their resolve and determination by getting back up again. The arena rang with cheers and chants, before calming down into a normal commotion. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, anticipating with bated breath about what could potential unfold now.

This fight was now on its last legs. Whatever both of them tried, they HAD to make it count.