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

[Hitman45]

"Gchhh...Ack!" Allison's stomach tingled and knotted around and inside the expanse of the stomach which had been mercilessly clawed in. As she leaned against the bottom turnbuckle, hand resting over the affected part and knead it as cautiously as possible, she would gasp and shudder whenever the fingers pricked or even grazed over any particularly raw patch of skin.

Tara meanwhile had been elbowed out of control by the raven-haired woman, who was in the midst of her own endeavors to get up; and unfortunately for her, became the first woman in this contest to conspicuously bleed out, and the silvery mat was now marred by beads of crimson evidence splatting from her nasal cavity.

Allison looked on while now resting upright against the corner as Tara strived to find solace in the adjacent corner. No way was she going to let the Belly Stretcher off so easily after enduring the punishment that she did and thus Allison pushed herself off from the cornerpost to stagger towards the crawling wrestler.

"Hsss...Ooff.." The pain was still persisting, a hotspot spread around the area where Tara's nails had dug in and to make matters further uncomfortable, the salty droplets of sheen coating her body trickled into the shallow indents of the claws, mingling with fresh reddish epidermal layer to sting and prick around like miniature needles being inserted into her belly.

But all of that would become an afterthought seeing Tara keel over and scream, the idea of which kept Allison going and once near the woman who was on all fours, the raven-haired woman was going to drive her left foot straight into her belly with a menacing growl and with that, her first taste of some belly action, with a proper, reliable Gut Kick!

[Bare]

Too say that Tara was heavily dazed was an understatement, nose bleeding and vision dancing with spots there was little she could do but crawl along the mat towards the ropes, desperate to use them to try and get up.

Unfortunately however Tara was not able to make it to her destination in time before her opponent got up, fully ready to try and take some vengeance on her as the larger woman came blitzing towards her and unleashing a massive punt kick directly to Tara's gut!

"GUAH!" Tara bellowed out in pain, lifted off the mat by a few inches before falling on her side, gasping and coughing in pain while cradling her stomach which felt as though a crater was now embedded within the space.

[Hitman45]

Oh it was very satisfying to see the woman who was bossing her around and intent on wrecking her belly reduced to the whimpering mess that she was in right now. Allison, leaning against the nearby ropes, watched on Tara struggling to cope with the effects of the kick, which Allison had struck with venom,with the brutal stomach claw still fresh on her mind.

And now, still a hand over the clawed area, Allison would trudge over to the Belly-Stretcher and position herself near her legs, before hooking them under her armpits. "You inspected my stomach will clear interest Tara, now allow me to return the favour..." Allison would mutter with an audible smirk, before dropping down and using the momentum geenrated to lift Tara up by the feet and Catapult her into the cornerpost!

The raven-haired woman wasn't done with her just yet, as she was going to hold her from slumping and lean her body against the post, her left forearm pressing hard against Tara's neck. "Now..." Allison would bring a balled fist in front of Tara's eyes and unclench it, leaving the thumb pressed against the palm, while the other four digits were straightened out and rigid, and had decently sharp fingernails on them, just like the Belly Stretcher's.

"I will do the most obvious inspection. The durability test. Bear with me now. I ain't gonna be pleased if you zone out and then leave a one star review for my service, alright?" Allison mocked with lilt as if she was cautioning Tara and then would proceed to thrust her extended sharp fingers against her exposed, vulnerable belly repeatedly, peppering her abs with sharp nails all over without a break. This maneuver was generally done on the throat, called the Throat Thrust, but since Allison was aiming for the belly, she might as well call it the Belly Thrust!

[Bare]

Laid out on the mat and gasping in pain from the impact her stomach had taken as a result of the massive body blow there wasn't much that Tara could do but try and roll over and get back up again. Unfortunately it wouldn't be so easy for her with how eager Allison was to get back at the belly stretcher for what she had done before hand. Feeling her legs grabbed and lifted up Tara would twist and jerk lightly, trying to resist but not having much luck at it before she was suddenly launched face first into the corner!

"Ugh... Ngh..." Tara groaned out in pain before having her face pushed deeper into the corner by her foe before being given a close up view of her foe's hand in front of her face before feeling a sudden, piecing pain directly into her stomach! "Ngh! Ugh! Agh!" Tara cried out in pain repeatedly as her foe's hand repeatedly stabbed by her opponent's hand, the pain getting so extreme that Tara was forced to bite her own tongue to try and handle the pain from the blows!

[Hitman45]

Allison was no stranger to improvisation or going down the unconventional route, having used and seen others using the environment around to their advantage enough times to know that not every match or situation was going to cater to your strengths and favour your comfort. And now her mode of offense was just that, borne out of necessity to maximise the pros of the stipulation rather than automatisms honed from continuous practice and refinement.

"Now Now...Mmh..." Allison moved closer to a writhing Tara after drilling another hand-thrust, and made sure to lean her weight into the hand to amplify the pressure from which she was fairly certain that the Belly Stretcher was going to be rewarded with pretty souvenirs, just the way Allison's belly has been adorned.

"You looked keen to share your wrestling knowledge with me earlier,no?" Allison's tone husky, dropped to a whisper as she cooed into Tara's ear.

"Do tell how I am doing now...or maybe you need another demonstration?" Her fingers, already buried into her ridged stomach, twitching the struggling muscles underneath to their whims, merrily would twist into the skin harshly as she spoke with a cadence of innocence which laced her question.

Her eyes glaced sideways to view the ropes, the free arm extending to caress and feel the texture against her clammy sticky palms. Soft, yet plenty of friction. Her lips smacked and distorted to then curve upwards for a smile upon seeing Tara again.

A shot to the face to daze would be followed by a couple of Gut Punches while holding the Belly Stretcher in a boxing clinch. This should be enough conditioning for what Allison had going on inside her head. Now, the arm that held the clinch in place was going to shift from its grip by coiling from around the back of Tara's head. Allison movements were clockwork, as she moved working with practiced ease proceeding to used the other arm to fasten a grip on Tara's waistband to lift her up!

It could have been safe to assume where this was going, a Vertical Suplex written on the cards. But Allison wasn't keen on that, instead choosing to drop her on the ropes of the ring such that Tara's belly was going to be greeted by the elastic yet sturdy material!

But that was just the appetizer to what Allison had cooked up. "I think this is going to give you a proper feel of a belly-focused fight. befitting your moniker" Allison would whisper with a teasing lilt before clasping the wrist of Tara's arms and the ankle of the corresponding leg to practically drag her belly across the length of the ropes, from one corner all the way to the other!

Allison, facing Tara while pulling off this elaborate scheme was bound to strain trying to pull her body towards the other corner. But more strain meant she would be pulling harder and the ropes were going to dig and rake deeper and more prominently. So it would pay considerable dividends and Allison wasn't just going to relent dragging her across once to the other side, but again repeating this action to pull her across the ropes to the original corner from where she would have started this!

If this plan of her yielded results, Allison would then throw the Belly-Stretcher back into the ring, then stroll towards the centre of the ring gazing at Tara's form all the while to do a mock appplause...

[Bare]

Tara was totally and utterly trapped against the ropes, unable to do anything as she was held in captivity with Allison just jabbing those razor sharp nails of hers into her body over and over again! The sharp pain and utter breathlessness it left Tara in was almost enough to bring tears to her eyes but she withstood it as best as she was able too. Though naturally while in such a dominant position the woman was quick to try and amplify things further as she took a more traditional route, slamming a fist into her face!

"Ugh!" Tara groaned out before several more fists slammed into her stomach, replacing the sharp pain with dull thuds that almost felt numb with how much damage her belly had taken, especially in such a short amount of time. Truthfully the pain was so extreme that she almost didn't recognize the fact that she was being lifted up, not until she was then dropped down stomach first onto the top rope! "Ngh!" Tara groaned out softly in response, wondering just what Allison was playing at, especially with the words she was saying.

'what is... she.. getting at?' Tara thought to herself before suddenly getting a clue in to the woman's thoughts as her wrist and ankle were grabbed and she started to get pulled along the top rope, dragging her stomach across the rope, creating an intense burning sensation that caused Tara to scream out in utter agony as a response! "Aghhhhhhhhhh!" She roared out, only stopping as the momentum did, her free leg waving about as she desperately tried to get off.

"O-Ok...y-you made you're poinnnnn-NGHAHHHHHHHH!" Tara roared out loudly as the same thing happened only in reverse as she was dragged along the rope to the corner they started in before finally getting pulled off the ropes and onto the ring proper! "AGHHHH FUCKING FUCK! UGHHHH!!!" Tara screamed out, despite no longer taking any direct abuse her stomach was still surging in utter agony, rolling around on the mat and thrashing, twisting and jerking her body as if she was possessed and trying to exorcise a spirit!

At one point Tara stopped on her back and had her arms far enough apart to show her stomach, almost the whole surface of which was a bright red, with two especially dark red lines forming in rows of rows of blisters as a a result of the ruthless rope burn taken as a result of Allison's latest attack that left Tara seemingly completely out of it!

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It was a uneasy yet riveting sight for the people in the stands to see the Belly Stretcher having her belly dragged across the ropes as if the flesh was being grated against the rough, elastic cables. Tara certainly was feeling the burn deep in the pits of her stomach and screamed her heart out throughout the ordeal she was being put through.

Many of the front-row peeps, especially the ones with a feeble heart and a meagre capacity to stomach such brutality turned away to avoid seeing Tara in the position she had found herself in, but her howls and cries made way into their ears and pierced hearts with ease elicting gasping shudders from the more over-emotional ones.

Allison though was relishing every second she had Tara on the ropes, with every pull and the susequent feeling of fatigue usurped by the melodious voice of Tara's song which rejuvenated her enough to take that one step further towards the other corner.

By the time she was done and threw Tara back inside, her belly bore marks that were impossible to ignore. Allison managed to paint some pretty pictures across her stomach and beamed with satisfaction seeing her work, that was Tara's blistered belly.

Her slow clapping ceased after a while, standing in the centre of the mat. The work wasn't done yet. Sure, the Belly-Stretcher's abdomen wasn't in the best shape right now, but the raven-haired woman wanted to take no chances. The next move of hers was the embodiment of sadism, her feet gently pressing over the trail of blisters and the dark streaks before pushing in deeper , twisting her foot as well to punctuate the agony.

But that was just indulgence on her part. Yanking Tara by her wrist, Allison was going to shove her back against the nearby cornerpost, like a predators setting up its prey and trudged towards the opposite end. Her eyes narrowed at the bruised and wounded belly of her opponent and she bent forward, while holding onto the ropes on both sides, as if she was itching to unleash herself onto Tara, but controlling her own instincts.

But this only lasted for a couple of moments, which sure did build up the anticipation and apprehension in tandem because Allison was soon off at a breakneck speed hurtling towards a vulnerable Tara and just as she entered her vicinity, her legs were going to be lifted off the mat and folded towards her body, before aiming to extend and drive into the belly of her opponent for a Missile Drop-Kick to her stomach!

[Bare]

Tara was writhing around in agony at the feeling of absolute blistering pain burning across her stomach from Allison's dragging her across the ropes, leaving her utterly unable to do anything as Allison posed and preened over her. Before ultimately pulling a move from Kyoko's book, raising a heel up and digging her boot into Tara's burning stomach!

"Uwaghhhhh!" Tara cried out in pain, twisting and turning in agony until Allison removed her boot and then grabbed her arm, dragging her across the mat before pushing her up against the corner, hissing softly as she glared at her opponent who waltzed towards a corner before breaking out into a run towards her!

Now while Tara was hurt, she wasn't so hurt that couldn't think or react towards what was rapidly incoming towards her, and as Allison leapt up Tara would use a grip on the ropes to pull herself out and roll under and to the outside to avoid Allison's dropkick, leaving her to crash into the corner!

[Hitman45]

"Whooaaa—Aaaaghh!!" A loud thud exploded from insdie the ring. It wasn't Tara.

So sure Allison was that her feet were going to add another decoration to Tara's belly, that her eyes widened disbelief and the realisation of the aftermath when she dodged out of harm's way by the skin of her teeth to safety, leaving Allison to deal with the fallout from her choice.

Allison missed her target alright, but fought herself in a damning predicament in the process. Such was the height and the posture of her body when leaping up for the Dropkick, that she actually went straight through the gap between the top and the middle turnbuckle, an ugly collison with the outer ringpost abruptly halting her hurtling motion, lest she would have been yeeted out of the ring by her own run-up!

Her legs absorbed the shock from the hard bump, with the limbs vibrating about sticking to the post, the tremors making way upto her spine to elicit a shudder, and find herself kind of in a 'rock and a hard place' kind of situation now, her legs outside, pressed against the ringpost and the clawed torso hanging inward, almost in a perpendicular arc as if extending an invitation to Tara to do as she pleased.

The legs were still ripe from the shock and Allison winced and seethed even trying to curl a toe in her boot, much less moving a foot and so, she hung there, looking at the Belly Stretcher from an upside down arc, with a sense of unease about the pickle she was currently stuck in and what the Belly-Stretcher could do to her from here..

[Bare]

Tara snickered slightly as she felt and heard the impact of her opponent's legs in the corner from the safety just beyond on it. Thankfully she was able to manage it just in time but now... now it was payback time.

Pushing herself up Tara would make a bee line for Allison's legs before she could pull them back into the ring and with making sure that the corner was position right in front of the woman... Well it wouldn't take a genius to figure out what Tara wanted as she pulled forward with all her might, aiming to bring Allison forward, and slamming her crotch into the corner!

Something the ref couldn't do anything about since technically it happened on the outside of the ring and didn't involve a weapon. Smirking to herself at this Tara would turn to the ring and climb up it so that she was on the apron before climbing the corner from the outside till she was at the top, looking down at Allison with a sinister glare...

Before dropping down with both knees extended to drive both the points of her knees directly into Allison's abs! If successful Tara would roll off of Allison, turning and grabbing the woman by the arms, pulling her a few feet from the ropes before dropping forward so that she was on the woman's chest, grabbing her legs and pulling back as far as she could for a pinfall to try and end things here and now!

"ONE!"

"TWO!!"