A low, rhythmic beat filled the arena—the instrumental of Panalo Enterance Music
and instantly, the crowd came alive. Red, blue, and gold lights pulsed across the stage as the titantron flashed:
Last week still lingered in everyone’s mind.
A brutal back-and-forth war.
Christina dominating late.
The Sampaguita Sleeper locked in.
Allison tapping…
But the referee never saw it.
Instead—Christina’s shoulders were down. One. Two. Three.
Allison was declared the winner.
A robbery.
And now—payback.
BOOM! Christina enterance
Fireworks exploded across the stage as Christina stepped out, sunglasses on, jacket open, abs on full display, walking with her usual confidence, swagger and purpose.
She marched down the ramp, her expression locked in, ignoring the mixed reaction—some cheering, some still buzzing from last week’s controversy.
At ringside, she stopped briefly, looking out at the crowd… then back at the titantron.
She slid into the ring, popped up to her feet, and slowly removed her sunglasses, tossing them aside. Her jacket followed, revealing her full ring gear as she rolled her shoulders, bouncing lightly on her feet. Christina Perez
Christina stepped into the center of the ring, eyes fixed on the entrance ramp.
"95...96...97..."Just as Christina made her way down the ramp and into the ring, Allison strolled into the Gorilla Position, her focus solely on the half-crumpled can which she was juggling with her feet. Having found an empty can rolling about in the locker, which wasn't hers, the ravenhead felt it was too boring to simply throw it in the trash and needed a bit more....pizzazz. Thus, the juggling routine.
"99...100...and there ya go..." Allison patiently tapped the can with just enough force for it to maintain its perpendicular trajectory without diverting away. And once she hit the century mark, her right leg was going to punt the metallic can into the trash can on the opposite side of the room, over the head of the stagehands hurrying around. A pinpoint hit to the target.
"Rooney!" Allison exclaimed excitably, cupping her ear for an imaginary mob of opposition supporters, having scored the decisive goal deep into extra time.
The moment soon dissipated, and the New Yorker's gaze locked onto the TV screen to see Christina's entrance concluding, and the woman in the zone, focused and locked in."Huh, she didn't even address her fans this time. Very pissed off indeed... " Allison muttered under her breath, brows furrowed, before proceeding towards the curtain.
Her music filled the buzzing arena shortly, and she emerged, strolling to the centre stage and taking in the crowd. Her eyes darted toward either side of her to observe a similar mixed reaction as the one that the Filipina had received. But for the ravenhead, a chorus of boos and disapproval was in store, too. Clearly not everyone was fooled by the decision last week. Entrance Music
But Allsion proceeded down the ramp, hips swaying and gait one of leisure. And she would usually interact with the fans in her routine, but chose to be more selective with that this time around, meeting hands and bumping fists with very few of them, and soon, she was near the ring.
Her jacket would be stripped off as she ascended the steel steps, thus revealing her toned, athletic physique, ample chest and defined abs to the arena, the spotlights making sure to accentuate her figure in all the right areas. The resulting cheers from the people overshadowed those who were voicing their disapproval, the hoots and whistles completely drowning them out. Allison Ford
Once inside, with the jacket hanging against the outer ringpost, Allison was going to skip the usual pageantry inside the ring and approach the Filipina, whose intense gaze bore into hers.
"Like I said. I'm here. And am neither an imposter nor a clone, if you're reeealllly suspicious..." Allison assured, extending her hand towards her for a handshake.
"Also, not a hallucination, in case you think I might have spiked your food. If you're thinking this is a dream, I can pinch you if you want...." Her other hand would extend toward the Filipina's bicep slowly to nip the sinuous, supple skin...
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Her hand shot out and slapped Allison’s hand away before it could get anywhere near her.
“Don’t,”
Christina said flatly, eyes locked in, no hint of playfulness left.
She took a step closer, her expression cold, focused.
“Playtime’s over, Ford.”
There was no smirk. No teasing. Just intensity.
“I’m locked in.”
Christina held her gaze for a second longer, then turned sharply and walked back to her corner, rolling her shoulders and bouncing lightly on her feet.
She grabbed the top rope, eyes never leaving Allison now.
Waiting.
Ready.
The referee glanced between them, then signaled for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Before the referee could even fully signal, Christina pushed off the turnbuckles and stormed straight to the center of the ring, already lowering her stance, arms raised, fingers twitching—aggressive, ready for the lock-up to start the match off!
Allison was frankly taken aback by the almost instantaneous dismissal of her hand. The Filipina didn't even look at the fingers approaching; just a swift smack of the arm to swat it aside, all while maintaining serious eye contact. "Suit Yourself...." the raven-haired woman murmured with a shrug.
She raised her brows when Christina got closer to set things straight that she wasn't playing around, and wouldn't entertain Allison's antics right now.
"I can see that you're locked in. Very much so infact...." The raven-haired replied with her head tilted down to hold the Filipina's gaze, nodding in affirmation. She wasn't going to be too intimidated by Christina's intensity, but did make a mental note to be extra careful when engaging with her.
"But also, you've GOT to be laser-focused to avoid the mishaps of last week!" Allison spoke up for her opponent to hear as they headed to their respective corners, with the raven-haired woman walking backwards instead of turning away, unlike Christina.
Soon, the referee called for action, and the Filipina was quickly out of the blocks, her stance and hand positioning indicative of a potential lock-up incoming, and Allison chose to accept the invitation, though from the fiery looks of her opponent, the New Yorker would have been forced to oblige anyways.
But what she wasn't ready for was the overwhelming force being exerted by Christina the moment they both got glued into a Collar-Elbow Lock Up. The Filipina was almost able to run through her like an angry bull, and Allison only managed to find her footing after being shoved back a couple of steps. Her biceps strained to get back into equilibrium, and she let out a huff of breath to push back against the current run of play to take a step forward in Christina's direction....
