Michiko Shimizu vs. Allison Ford

[CaptainL]

Michiko had taken a beating, all right - she had picked up several bruises from wherever Allison's fists had landed across her chest, her sides, and her abs, and she was sure she was going to be sore come the next morning. But no matter if her body was hurt, her spirit, her drive, and her willpower would keep her going. Michiko was determined to stand up for herself and what she believed in. Allison was an obstacle to all of that - and because of that, it was all the more important that Michiko had to take her down, to prove that her ways wouldn't prosper! No matter how much Michiko grew sore, and no matter how heavy and stiff her body grew under the weight of her flagging stamina, the lilac-haired woman was determined to fight on nonetheless - just to make sure that Allison wouldn't win. And sure enough, Allison managed to fall back - just enough for Michiko to scoop her up into a powerbomb!

When Allison landed like a sack of potatoes, the whole arena burst into cheers. It seemed like an incredible feat that Michiko was even capable of lifting Allison in her current state, and yet, she had gone ahead and done it nonetheless! Now, riding on the adrenaline rush of hearing the whole arena chanting her name, Michiko was quick to go for the pin! Even as she bent her leg back, Allison barely responded. After all the punishment she had already taken, it wasn't surprising. The powerbomb, surely, had all but taken her out; this was just a formality. Whatever the case was, it seemed practically inconceivable that Michiko wouldn't claim the win right here and now!

Everyone was so hyped up in the thrill of the moment that they barely even noticed how Allison was starting to come to her senses. They wouldn't see that she was coming around until the unthinkable happened - Allison managed to bring up her shoulder, breaking the pin! Right as the referee was about to make the final count, she drew back, shaking her head and holding her arms out at the sides. "No!! Only two!"

Just as the arena had erupted into cheers a moment ago, now the room echoed with boos and cries of shock and dismay. It wasn't possible - there was no way Allison could've still had the strength to do such a thing! But here she had snatched victory from Michiko right when it was within her grasp! Even Michiko herself was just as shocked as everyone else; she looked back at Allison with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open in a gasp. Even when she had pulled out all the stops against her, it hadn't been enough!

But...if that was the case, Michiko wouldn't be dismayed. She'd just have to try harder! She panted and gasped for air, her chest lurching in and out from the weight of exhaustion, but still, she shoved herself off the mat and rolled over to her side to get some distance between her and Allison. There, she would rise onto her knees. Her chest heaved, and sweat dripped down from her skin and onto the mat, leaving wet spots wherever it fell. But she still locked her eyes on Allison, not wanting to let her out of her sight. "You want...more? So be it, then..." Michiko didn't know how much more she had in her...but she didn't have a choice; it had to be something!

[Hitman45]

The internal struggle between the baser urge to just give in and the will to hang in were at loggerheads, almost like two separate entities were conjured up and going to war against each other. This resulted in the outside voices, namely, the crowd's frenzied chorus, to be absolutely drowned out, with the only voice audible being her inner self's. The raven-haired woman had been a part of rather gruelling match against a formidable adversary who had refused to stay down despite the beating dished out onto her, more specifically her back. Even if she gave up now and let her take the victory, there would be no shame in the loss, having gone toe-to-toe thorughout the bout and never did she cower in the face of attrition.

But at the same time, giving up now meant not daring to see how much more she could endure and how hard could she push herself. Sure, she was a top-draw in the indies and partook in some brutal matches; but this was a step-above that with a wider gulf in quality and if she couldn't prove herself on the big stage, in front of thousands of hysterical fans, then her dream of having a memorable career, headlining main-events, competing against the best, would be just that, a dream.

That thought spurred her back from the dead to lift her shoulder up, her torso too weak to buck Michiko's weight off of her; just in time to kick-out! Allsion was still alive and kicking! What was a bubble of peace and tranquility had been burst the moment she avoided the fall, the deafening clamor of disbelief and stupefaction of the stunned crowd acting like a defribilator to jerk her awake. Allison squinted for a few seconds to adjust her vision to the brights lights of the stadium and contorted in grimace from the lingering pain from the brutal Powerbomb.

The look on Michiko's face said it all when Allison turned her weary head to the side. She was astonished, just like the audience to see the raven-haired woman kick-out, her pale face telling the story, almost encompassing the reaction of the people as a whole. Though that was quickly replaced by one of determination as created space between them by laboriously moving away from the still sprawled frame of the raven-haired woman.

The sudden charging up of the dome from the kick-off had completely eradicated any remaining doubts and strings holding her back and now it was upto her to wade back into the waters again. One thing Allison was sure was that even though Michiko was putting on a brave, unfazed face; she must have been completely thrown off her game. No way would she still be assured of getting a positive result after denied of a victory so close that she could have been practically tasting it...

With a wince, Allison would twist her aching body to the side and plant her left palm onto the mat, using her right palm in tandem to get into a seated positon."You...hit hard, Michiko. I give you that...Nggh..But...now the questions is..Hehe...can you withstand an Avalanche?" Allison got onto a knee, in the same position as Michiko was all the while bearing the hurt of the damage accumulated, a coy smile playing on the lips while inviting her to have another go!

[CaptainL]

It was almost unthinkable. If Allison had taken a powerbomb that powerful from Michiko, with her stamina already as sapped as it was, there was no way she should've been able to kick out of the pin. And yet, only seconds later, Allison proved everyone wrong when that was exactly what she did! In spite of all the punishment she'd taken, and in spite of her own failing strength, the raven-haired woman still had enough drive and willpower in her to keep on fighting. She wouldn't let Michiko best her this easily - and she was out to prove that!

Michiko herself was far from operating at her full strength. It had taken an incredible effort for her to bring Allison down the first time, and yet that still wasn't good enough. She was going to need to fight harder! As she pushed herself back up to her knees, Michiko's balance swayed tenuously back and forth. Her ears were ringing; her temples were pounding. The whole world seemed to be teetering around her. She had put practically her full power into trying to take Allison down, and Allison remained firm. But she grit her teeth nonetheless, staring daggers back at her foe. Michiko had to keep on fighting - she owed it to herself, and to everything she believed in. If Allison was going to get back up, she had to do the same!

If Allison, here and now, was starting to pick herself back up, then Michiko had no choice but to follow! Sucking in a deep breath, she lifted her head, shaking a few loose strands of hair out of her eyes, and reached forward to latch onto Allison's shoulders, bracing herself. There, she too would start to push herself up, getting one foot on the mat, then digging her fingers into Allison's shoulders to hoist herself up onto the other. She wavered from side to side, and her whole body trembled. But she was still going to fight on - there was no other choice!

"I'd be impressed...if you still had it in you to pull it off!" Michiko huffed. Trying to win out control in their impromptu lockup, she planted her hands against Allison's shoulders, trying to shove downward and throw Allison off balance!

[Hitman45]

It had been a very eventful fight that unfolded in the arena tonight. Though the initial exhanges had been all Allison, Michiko came back into the thick of things and how! Having had her back worked over mercilessly, things looked really bleak for the lilac-haired woman. But, to her immense credit, she completely turned the tables around, quashing any notions about this bout turning to a squash match by going after Allison with fervour, that was inexplicable, considering the dire straits she was in.

From there, things got to a more even ground with both of them dealing as much as they received. But when Michiko managed to lift Allison up to slam her senseless in a Powerbomb, it appeared to be the final straw. The move that would effectively end this contest now. But, to the shock of the lilac-haired woman and the crowd, Allison kicked out in the final milliseconds. You could've been forgiven to think if result had been decided then itself!

Now, again, it was back to square one. But, this time the competitors were extremely worn out and it seemed as if they were running on hopes and prayers, every movement of their battered bodies giving out a response that was not pleasant to say the least. Gasping and wheezing, Allison managed to get onto her knee, taking in mouthfuls of air with every inhale. Eating such a devastating Powerbomb and kicking out of such a near-fall had drained a lot of strength out of her, but here she was, ready to go at it again...

Michiko would rise first, using the raven-haired woman's shoulders to boost herself. To prevent herself from falling, Allsion too was forced to hold-on to Micihiko's, unable to hoist herself up due to the diagonal pressure exerted from the lilac-haired woman. This kind of became a lock-up, one borne out of convenience rather than a strategy. Allison though, was now looking to take the fight to Michiko again and before she could push the raven-haired woman down again, Allsion would swat her shoulders away and strike the lilac-haired woman' jaw with an Uppercut! That was the opening she would need , following it up with further blows from her fists, aimed at her torso and head, thus brawling back into the fight!

[CaptainL]

No matter how strong of a start Allison had made, doing no small amount of damage to Michiko's back, the lilac-haired woman wasn't going to let it keep her down. The aches and pains hadn't left her, and it had surely thrown off her momentum for the rest of the match - but if that was the case, Michiko was just going to fight harder to keep herself in the game! This meant too much to her for her to accept defeat so easily; she wouldn't be content unless she had given this match every fiber of her effort, and there was still plenty of work for her to do. She'd make it clear in no uncertain terms that she was still in this to win it when she managed to catch Allison off guard - and especially when she defied the soreness in her spine to land a powerbomb!

But in spite of all odds and in spite of all logic, that hadn't been enough to keep Allison down! At the last minute, she had kicked out! The whole arena had erupted into cheers at the sight of it. This was truly a match that would test the limits of these women's endurance and fighting spirit. Now, as the two of them rose to their knees, panting and gasping, it seemed unthinkable that they could even stand; they wavered tenuously back and forth, as though a stiff breeze could push them over. Both of them, no doubt, were at the last remaining dregs of their energy. It could only come down to whoever could last it out longest!

And Allison would be the first to land a blow, when she whipped her arm up to slam an uppercut into Michiko's jaw with the same momentum she used to rise off the ground! Michiko's head flew back with a crack, her body bending into an arc; she teetered as her weight shifted to her heel. When her body was heavy from fatigue, it was her own weight that threatened to pull her down. Michiko was still reeling when Allison latched onto her with her fists flying, bludgeoning all up and down her ribs and sides and head with punch after punch. Each of them tossed her back and forth; her head was throbbing and her ears ringing. Allison would've hit hard anyway, but when Michiko was at her last reserves, every punch landed that much harder! Still, though, she wouldn't dare give up now!

Hissing under her breath, Michiko went to grab hold of Allison's arm, attempting to hold herself steady when her balance threatened to tip over. There, she too slung punch after punch in the raven-haired woman's direction, trying to trade her back for every blow she landed. It didn't matter to her if she took any damage any more, as long as Allison felt it too! At the same time, Michiko knew her balance couldn't hold out much longer - but she wanted to make sure that if she went down, she'd bring her opponent with her. She brought her knee up to press it against Allison's hip, attempting once again to shove her back, but this time she'd stay latched onto her, rolling to try and land on top if the two of them went down.

[Hitman45]

Despite having managed to barely kick out of the surefire pinfall, it would have been foolish to suggest that Allison had a lot left in the tank. But it couldn't be further from the truth. Infact, the actual cold reality was that Allison was on the last remaining dregs of her energy. Michiko wasn't faring any better; being the one to slam Allison onto the mat did not mean that the lilac-haired woman was back in control or that she would grab this fight by the scruff of its neck, but rather, it was more akin to an offense that was aimed at creating some much needed breathing room, with the added incentive of the prospect of a pinfall.

Allison would arduously pick up her broken self back upright, onto her knee, but with a renewed vigour, having pulled herself away from the jaws of defeat. Michiko on the other hand may have been handed a better recovery period, since she wasn't the one who took the hit; but that wasn't enough to tilt the current situation into her favour, the response to Allison's kick out clearly indicative of a huge dent to her morale, even though she tried her best to conceal it. The lilac-haired woman would waver towards the knelt Allison to push her back down to the mat, which would be immediately rebutted by the brunette, who would swing away at the shocked woman's jaw and thus would commence her retaliation!

Each hit packed venom and made contact with the wrecked frame of the lilac-haired woman with purpose, with intent; the ensuing the cries and gasps only fuelling Allison to keep going and at this juncture, she was moving on autopilot, the only thought being that of shattering this woman. But Michiko looked to be as stubborn as they come and would start to throw her own fists! A sense od deja-vu washed over Allison, similar to the way Michiko had responded to the ground pound, and most of her strikes were striking the targets — her sides, jaw, abs and chest. But the fists were just a desperate attempt to keep Allison's offence at bay and even though Michiko was successful to a certain extent, Allison would soon start to just tank hits and power through them, retuning the blows with incresed fervour.

But this sequence of events was hardly sustanable. Something ahd to give, and for the raven-haired woman; it was Michiko's back. She was already attempting to push Allison back to the mat again, by pushing her knee against the hips and landing on top her. But Allison would have none of it, instead trapping Michiko's incoming arm with her own and twisting it, with the assurance that Michiko wouldn't use her other arm, which was required to support hersefl standing on one leg. The raven-haired woman would use her left leg to sweep the leg upon which Michiko was erect and put her right leg between the mat and the falling body, thus aiming to crush her back again with a Backbreaker!

[CaptainL]

It seemed almost unthinkable. After this long, after all she had endured...how could Allison possibly have enough stamina left in her to so much as keep herself standing, let alone keep up the fight!? But that shock ran its course through Michiko's system - soon, it was forgotten in favor of one much more pertinent emotion. A stern, willful determination! If everything she'd put Allison through thus far hadn't been enough, then Michiko clearly needed to go above and beyond; to surpass the limits of everything she had done up to this point! She was still bludgeoning away at her with strike after strike, trying to whittle down her defenses, but the soreness and weight that was setting into Michiko's muscles and the numbness in her skin wherever Allison struck her back told her that she couldn't keep doing this forever. She needed to end this match, and fast - and when she threw her weight against Allison, trying to drag her down underneath her, that was just what she was trying to do.

But it wouldn't work out quite like she had hoped! Michiko had brought up her knee to push at Allison, hoping that it would be all she needed to push her over the edge. But that was what would end up being her undoing. In one swift motion, so quick it shouldn't have been possible in Allison's state, the raven-haired woman swept Michiko's leg with her own, taking her balance out from under her! The lilac-haired woman began to fall back with a gasp - and Allison quickly shuffled her other leg into the path of Michiko's descent so that she would fall right on top of her knee, back-first!

A few fans in the crowd gasped at the sight that Allison was even capable of such a maneuver. Others gasped at the thought of what Michiko was about to endure. Still more cheered such a well-placed reversal from the brunette. But Michiko was about to take the brunt of it - as she came down hard onto her opponent's raised knee! Her back had been aching since the very beginning of this match - now, when she took a pointed blow to her spine, it felt like the blow of a sledgehammer! Her back arched into the air with a crack as loud and resounding as a gunshot; her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped open in a gape. Her screams echoed through the arena as a piercing pain shot through her whole body, just before it all went numb. When Michiko fell to the mat a moment later, she was writhing and convulsing on the ground wildly, her eyes squeezed shut and stifling tears of pain. But she was hurting too much to do anything about Allison!

[Hitman45]

Beads of perspiration trickled down her face as she remained kneeling on one leg, after decimating the lilac-haired woman's spine again. Both of the woman, having put each other through the wringer, were looking soaked and the mat around their vicinity had turned damp from the constant peppering of moisture droplets. A chill ran through Allison's spine, an involountary twitch jerking her body out of what appeared to be a trance. It might have been from the fatigue or the unrelenting exchanges trying to out-maneuver each other, but this moment, right as Michiko slumped near her feet, felt like an eternity. The screams from the fans had been drowned out and all Allison could hear was her own beating heart and the panting in her between the heavy breaths.

The last couple of exchanges were out of desperation from both parties, with the goal being to keep the other at bay and not get knocked down. Fist flew, heads snapped to the side, abs busted, the ring drowned in a cacophony of groans and cries. All in all, it was an overload of activity and stimulation cramped within a short-span of time. Thus, this particular moment of tranquilty, without retaliation, felt alien all of a sudden. Allison didn't need to immediately get up, not defend herself. She could stay like that forever, she thought. Her eyes went over the spasming form of Michiko and the almost indiscernible moisture in her pupils.

"UUnnngh...agh..." Pushing off her knee to rise up, Allison steadied herself using the ropes to get blood flowing back in her wobbly legs. That was enough time to rest and recuperate, even though it was just a couple of moments. Now, it was time to conclude this affair. Pulling Michiko by her hair, Allison would scoope her up in a shoulder-carry, her face betraying her actions and contorted into a grimace. Looking at the turnbuckle, the raven-haired woman planned to charge at it and ram the lilac-haired woman's back with a Powerslam against the buckles!

But she wouldn't end it there. Keeping her pressed against the post, her legs were to be crossed over each other around the top-turnbuckle and let her body dangle from it in a Tree-Of-Woe position, after which Allison would go for a couple of body shots and hobble towards the opposite end. Her eyes were narrowed and mouth parted to take in deep breaths, gaze trained at the inverted damsel and taking a couple of moments, the raven-haired woman would rush, gaining speed until the last moment, when she planned to leap and ram her shoulder into her midsection of Michiko for a Spear!

[CaptainL]

Both Michiko and Allison were at the ends of their ropes. The two girls had put each other through everything they had at their disposal, and then some - but when both of them were this determined to keep up the fight, neither one was willing to go down so easily. Both of their bodies had grown heavy and sore, and neither could bring themselves to move without putting forth an effort - but that was still an effort they were willing to put forth, when the alternative was conceding defeat. Neither was in any mood to do that! The tolls their bodies had taken could only stand as a testament to how far they were willing to go!

Michiko, though, was still reeling from the impact of that backbreaker. If she hadn't strained her back so much trying to carry Allison earlier in the match, perhaps it wouldn't have hit her quite as hard - but now, the loads she had been willing to bear were coming back to bite her. When Allison's knee was slammed straight into her spine, that was enough to take the lilac-haired girl to the ground, where she lay in a crumpled heap; her eyes were half-lidded, and her generous chest rose and fell as she gasped for breath. She could still feel the lingering soreness in her spine, and she winced when she felt that sting run through her body. She knew that she had to get back up and fight - but whenever she tried, she couldn't. That drive and that will was in her, but she couldn't find the strength she needed to get herself to carry it out. Every time she lifted a hand up from the mat, it just fell back down!

But Allison must have been taken by a second wind at the sight of her success, because she was going to ramp things up even further! She was able to hoist herself to her feet before Michiko could make it there - and then, she grabbed the Japanese woman by the hair, causing her to wince as she was dragged back up to her feet. But a moment later, she was thrown onto Allison's shoulders! The fans gasped at the sight, seeing Michiko left at her opponent's mercy. And Allison was about to take advantage of that fact - when she rammed her foe right into the turnbuckles!

Michiko struck the post with a thunderous impact, causing the ropes to shake. An explosive shock shot out through her back, and she threw back her head as she bellowed in pain. Her head still spinning from the impact she'd taken, Michiko could only pant and groan under her breath - which meant that she barely even realized that she was left dangling from the ropes before the sensation of her blood draining toward her head came to her just a moment too late. She let out a breathless huff. But that wasn't enough to save her from what came next, when Allison's spear rammed into her midsection at full speed!

Now, another explosive shock wracked through her core! Michiko coughed and gagged as her diaphragm was sent spasming out of control! Her body lurched, the air flattened out of her lungs; she bounced against the ropes, but with her legs tangled, she couldn't go far. Her eyes had gone wide, and her mouth was wide open in a silent scream. She could only gasp and pant; her abs still felt practically numb from the pain! If Michiko was in rough shape before, she was doing no better now!

[Hitman45]

That few moments of zero movement, peace and tranquility did rejuvenate Allison to certain extent when she barely managed to get back up on her feet. Starting from the kick-out to the flurry of punches and leading up to this, all the outside noise had been kind of drowned out by the raven-haired woman. The only audible cues that she could and wanted to hear were the collison of fists, the squelching contact of flesh and the cries of her opponent when she hit the mat. Everything else seemed irrelevant, or to be precise, Allison forced it to be irrelevant.

The more her senses could perceive about all things not combat, the more was the possibililty of a complete loss of focus, which at a critical juncture as this could prove to be fatal and evaporate any and all hopes that the raven-haired woman put in this fight to get a result out of. So, when Michiko and Allison were trading blows, it was as if only Michiko was visible in front of her, the rest seemed to be eclipsed by some sort of a chasm or an abyss, like peeking through a periscope where the field of vision is so narrow. The ears functioned in a not too dissimilar fashion, filtering out the roar of the crowd, the commotions and the screams and only taking in what was needed, the responses out of the lilac-haired woman.

The toll this exercise took on Allison's worn out body did not come to the fore, until the high-octane action halted, perhaps a speedbreaker it was. Nevertheless, it was a respite that was being begged by the very pores of Allison's body. All of a sudden, all the repressed stimuli spang upon her, the restoration of vision, clarity of hearing, feeling of even te cold sweat trickling down her body. All of it hit her like a truck. But maybe that's what she needed, a restart, a reset.

Because when Allison managed to slam and adjust Michiko into a Tree-of-woe position, every sensation, no matter how small or insignificant felt amplified tenfold. Allison could practically dissect the taste of her own saliva at this point! Slamming the lilac-haired woman sure did get a gasp and a collective awe out of the already stupefied mob, but when the raven-haired woman dug her shoulder deep into Michiko's covered abs, the people lost it. Bedlam.

The follow-up to the Spear wasn't immediate, hell it wasn't even after a few moments. Every maneuver being executed was sapping out Allison's considerably waned strength too, with she now lying on her stomach panting heavily and locks of hair sprawled all over. "Gnnh...Hghh..."Placing her palms on the mat, Allison let out a groan getting back up, and slumping against the ropes for a moment to collect herself with her mouth agape to gulp air greedily.

Michiko was still stuck in the same position,albeit this time, hanging lifeless. Allison could have pulled her out from there,but she decided to use to her advantage, grabbing the undersides of her arms and pulling up her torso to fall on the mat herself, tucking her knees to her stomach, letting Michiko's back crash atop the knees for a Backstabber! Allison wouldn't be done though, immediately trapping the now fallen woman's head in a Crossface Clutch!