Rematch Week!: Allison Ford vs Christina Perez II

[Weonna]

Christina saw Allison bounce off the mat and immediately knew this was the opening she wanted.

Before Allison could fully recover, Christina dropped down across her torso and hooked the far leg tightly.

"Stay down."

The referee slid into position.

"ONE!"

Christina pressed her weight down firmly, keeping the leg elevated.

[Hitman45]

"Oooff..." Allison wasn't afforded even a second to breathe. In a flash, the Filipina was over her again, dropping across her belly for an early pinfall!

"TW—"

But she wasn't going to fold over so easily. No matter how overwhelmed she had been till now due to Christina's relentless offence. So, she would push Christina off her by jerking the elevated leg away, and lifting the shoulder at the same time.

"Nuh Uh...Where's the...fun in that...? I did you...way more..dirty than this..." Allison would let out a strained chuckle after avoiding the fall, the competitive urge inside her still coursing through...

[Weonna]

"So... you've still got something left."

Christina let out a faint smirk as Allison kicked out.

She pushed herself back to her feet without hesitation and reached down, grabbing a handful of Allison's hair.

"Then let's fix that."

With a sharp yank, Christina dragged Allison upright before whipping her head-first toward the nearest corner. Allison would stumble into the turnbuckles, her back hitting the pads.

Christina was already on her.

SMACK!

A thunderous knife-edge chop echoed through the arena, her open palm crashing across Allison's chest.

Without giving her a chance to recover—

SMACK!

A second chop landed even harder, drawing another loud reaction from the crowd!

Christina took one step back, cocked her arm, and surged forward again.

"HAAH!"

Attempting a third knife-edge, Christina aimed to leave her opponent slumped and stunned in the corner!

[Hitman45]

Allison managed to kick out of the fall with time to spare. That was an indication of the fight she still had in her. But should she let her determined opponent ride this rich vein of momentum, that would be dwindled pretty fast. Meanwhile, Christina wasn't looking to give her a breather, proceeding to yank her up by fistfuls of her long, black tendrils, held by the scalp. Allison couldn't do much except feebly grab hold of the Filipina's grip, letting out a sharp hiss when her hair got tugged at.

Before she could stabilise herself, the raven-haired woman found herself being whipped against the turnbuckles, crashing against them with a thud. She wouldn't even be offered a moment to let the impact simmer, with a hand coming down hard to slash her chest across, twice.

"Aooughh! Aarghh!..." The chops were agonising. A bright streak of red appeared in the wake of the chops, pricking and nipping at the skin, and also radiating heat outward. One hand draped across the bust to nurse the sharp sting, albeit not doing much. This woman knew how to use her hands alright.

Allison managed to crank her head up, just in time to see another monstrous chop about to do her chest in. If that hit, her already buckling knees would give and she would go down the turnbuckles. She couldn't let that happen at any cost.

"No more...tenderizing..." her Elbow was going to thrust forward to clock the side of Christina's head, hopefully enough to halt her charge.

And to capitalize immediately, Allison's right arm would extend to go from under the Filipina's arm, across her ample bosoms and onto her other shoulder in a tangle. And using that was a lever, the raven-haired woman planned to yank Christina's body forward, headfirst, to eat the middle turnbuckle with a Turnbuckle Reverse STO!

[Weonna]

The third chop never landed.

An elbow caught the side of her head clean, snapping it sharply to the side and stopping her charge in its tracks.

She staggered a step—

Only for Allison to hook her arm and yank her backward.

THUD!

Her forehead slammed into the middle turnbuckle before the Reverse STO planted her flat on her back, the canvas shuddering beneath the impact.

The blow left her visibly rattled.

Rolling onto one knee almost immediately, she refused to stay down. She forced herself back to her feet, but the damage was clear. Her legs wobbled beneath her, one hand clutching the side of her head as she blinked repeatedly, trying to clear the ringing in her ears.

Still standing—but only just—she staggered aimlessly for a step, momentarily vulnerable.

[Hitman45]

The blow hurt for sure, judging from the way the Filipina struggled to stay upright after having her head walloped. But she still wouldn't go down, admirably so. All the more reason for Allison not to pull any punches. And thus, still reeling from her own ordeal, Allison would totter towards Christina and shove her back against the turnbuckles with a Clothesline and keep her planted there.

"Think it's your turn to be the dummy now..." Allison would whisper into Christina's ear, soft yet nothing soothing about it. Because as the sentence would trail off into silence, interspersed by the commotion of the lively audience, her balled Fist would unload onto Christina's belly!

And she would follow that up with another body shot, aimed squarely at the Filipina's abs again, while keeping her pinned against the turnbuckles!

The final blow would also target the same spot, except this time it would be a Knee, and Allison would drive it in by taking a couple of steps back!

[Weonna]

Still trying to shake the cobwebs loose, she never saw Allison's clothesline coming.

The impact slammed her back into the turnbuckles, her arms instinctively draping over the top ropes as she fought to regain her footing.

Before she could...

THUD!

Allison's fist buried itself into her stomach.

"Ughh...!"

Christina doubled over slightly, her abs tightening around the punch as the air rushed from her lungs.

A second body shot followed immediately.

THUMP!

Her body folded even further, a strained gasp escaping her lips as she instinctively wrapped an arm around her aching midsection, her legs beginning to give way.

Then came the knee.

Allison backed up just enough before driving her knee straight into Christina's battered abdomen.

"GAAHH!"

The impact lifted Christina onto her toes for an instant before all the strength left her legs.

She crumpled down the turnbuckles into a seated position, one arm draped across her stomach while the other weakly clung to the bottom rope.

Her breathing came in ragged gasps as she blinked through the haze, clearly dazed from the flurry of attacks, her head hanging forward while she struggled to gather herself.

[Hitman45]

The advantage of being in control was that not only was Christina taking some heavy hits, but also this provided Allison with a few moments to catch her breath and bearings. After all, both of them had been busy throwing each other around for quite a while, with the San Diego native enjoying the lion's share of that so far.

The raven-haired woman stumbled back to admire her handiwork, face strained into a grimace, and one forearm still draped across the chest to suppress the spiking, sharp sting all over the affected region. Those chops weren't anything less than razors; it felt like.

However, looking at Christina's vulnerable form and the position she found herself in gave her just the idea.

Having been on her feet, crouched with one hand on the knee till now, Allison finally straightened up, accompanied by an unpleasant wince. The people wanted more, and for the action to resume again immediately, which the raven-haired was all the more happy to oblige.

Allison's light-grey orbs travelled all across the scene. Christina, subdued and defenceless. The ropes within range. Her own body still capable to move around.

All looking just fine...

for her to rush towards the seated lady, as if about to smash in her face again, but using the top-ropes on either side of the turnbuckles to climb onto the middle-ropes, use them as a spring to boost herself further up, almost into an Inclined Handstand!

The ravenhead could see the world upside-down for just a moment, feet up in the air, higher than her head, which would come crashing down in a graceful arc to drive against Christina's torso, be it her chest, her belly, or even her face. It wouldn't matter as long as Allison's feet connected...