Cyclonic CLash: Alizeh Midori vs Allison Ford

[Bare]

Groaning softly as she laid slumped against the corner, practically using the bottom turnbuckle pad as a pillow while she tried to regain her senses to a degree, even trying to lift herself up a bit only to get pushed back down into the corner by the weight of her opponent descending onto Alizeh's spine through the girl's feet! "Ngh! Agh!" Alizeh cried out in pain, kicking her legs against the mat in resistance, but otherwise unable to do anything against Allison's actions for the time being! Eventually though the Avalanche would get off of her and to the side before laying into her with a kick to the side!

"Ugh!" Alizeh cried out in pain, lifted off the mat slightly before forcibly getting rolled over to lean against the corner, hissing softly as she looked up, finally able to see Allison again as the woman casually strutted away, gaining distance so he could run back at Alizeh. But the green haired girl had no intention of simply waiting to be hit and Allison's casual method of distancing herself allowed her the chance to grab the ropes and pull herself under them, going right outside of the ring to avoid the dropkick and instead possibly cause some recoil damage to Allison instead!

[Hitman45]

Allison took her sweet time to stretch the space between her and the writhing greenette, banking on the fact that Alizeh wouldn't be able to spring any surprises on her after having her back worked over. And she was right. The raven-haired woman got to the other side of the ring without breaking a sweat and was ready to have another crack at the already prone Texan. She rotated her head about in clockwise and counter-clockwise directions, to soothe the lingering ache, which persisted across the forehead from the voluntary collision against Alizeh's, and rushed forth.

But that leisure provided to her opponent proved to be Allison's undoing. The Texan managed to escape harm's way.

"Owww..Mgghh...Aghhh..." Allison's landing wasn't smooth by any means; the momentum from the run carried her out of the ring as well...almost. Her feet made contact with the floor, but her torso remained stuck between the mat and the bottom rope, forcing Allison's spine to curve against the edge of the apron, digging uncomfortably into the flesh. And this also rendered the ravenhead an easy target for Alizeh to go after...

[Bare]

Managing to roll out of the ring just in time to avoid Allison's attempted attack Alizeh would then take a brief moment to survey the state of her opponent, smirking softly as she saw her half out and half in the ring, getting an idea in the process.

Reaching forward Alizeh would grab one of Allison's legs before rearing her arm back and swinging it forward into Allison's gut for a haymaker with all the force she could muster to try and knock the air out of her.

If she did so then Alizeh would give a hard shove to the woman while pushing her lower half further in the ring so only her legs were still out of the ring. If she did so successfully then Alizeh would hop up on the apron outside the ring directly next to the woman's body. Holding the top ropes Alizeh would then push up, intending to vault over them and into the air, aiming to descend down on Allison's chest with a massive double knee drop!

[Hitman45]

The position Allison currently found herself in after missing the two-footer by a mile was precarious, but also more unusual than precarious. Here she was, bent like the curvature of a banana, back being poked by the apron's edge to present Alizeh with a rather convenient target to go after.

Which the greenette did, with aplomb.

"Aoouughhh...Ghh—Ackk..." Allison's breathless wheeze got cut short by a gag. The haymaker landed very well against the raven-haired woman's belly, the fist packing enough power to force Allison's torso to lurch upwards in reflex, only to have the bottom rope pressing against her throat to stop that motion dead in its tracks!

And more punishment was to follow, with Allison completely unprepared and still dealing with the malfunctioning windpipe and thus eating both of Alizeh's knees with full force, assisted by gravity!

"Ashghshhh...." The ravenhead's mouth couldn't properly articulate the response her body was screaming to be let out. All that she managed to muster was a sharp, breathless gasp, followed by ragged sputtering coughs. She would try to roll onto her side and get a hold of the bottom turnbuckle nearby, looking to drag herself in that direction, something her green-haired opponent coincidentally had found herself in mere moments ago