Tina Armstrong vs. Allison Ford: Upstart Vs. Veteran

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In their current position Tina wasn't able to use her speed advantage at all against Allison. She could only guess that on paper the two were similarly "stated" according to the analysts and the like. Tina was a bit lighter and Allison was stronger but Tina was faster although both were very close in those regards.

Unfortunately as Tina was rising she was met with an uppercut that sent her flopping right back down to the mat on her side as her hands covered her face! "Uggggghhhhh...." Tina groaned as she looked to have been knocked silly by the uppercut that left her on the mat. Tina rolled and tried to create some distance hoping to at least be able to rise again without being sent immediately down to the canvas.

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Allison's legs strained trying to bear her weight upon them as she rose up, staggering in between, after having floored Tina to the mat once again. The shot certainly struck sweetly to completely push the Tigress off her feet and Allison wasn't going to mind it one bit. The raven-haired woman clung to the ropes watching Tina wallow in her own world, her breath shaky and eyes tired but resolute.

As her mind ran through various schemes to push the Tigress further into the trenches, something clicked. Tina had very well enjoyed throwing Allison around, out of the ring and she even got a cut on her forehead as a result and now, Allison was going to do the same, pulling Tina up and yank her by the wrist to use the momentum and lift her up by her torso, drop against the top-rope like a Flapjack, and then try to lift her leg further up to completely throw her out of the ring!

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Tina groaned as she was pulled up and grabbed not knowing what was coming as things were still hazy from that uppercut. She was lift up and her mid-section came down painfully across the top rope knocking the wind right out of her! Before she could react the tigress felt herself flipped over, landing hard on the ground outside the ring! The painful landing coupled with her struggling to breathe after having the wind knocked out of her left Tina as a writhing mess on the floor outside struggling to hang with Allison after feeling like she was a finisher away from victory mere moments ago!

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Tina's cries moans and cries landing out of the ring earned a sigh of relief out of a heaving Allison, who looked on from inside the ring, down towards the Tigress. Allison clung onto the ropes to support herself for a few much needed moments, running a hand through her sweaty, sticky hair and rubbed her eyes to removed any moisture creeping inside.

"Agch..Cah.."Pushing herself off of the ropes, Allison climbed out onto the apron, just above a writhing Tina.

The raven-haired woman could feel the fatigue starting to set in, and the suplex from earlier combined with this to prolong her recovery time in between moves. But she had to end it soon. Her body won't be able to keep up soon, and seeing the blonde's state, she wasn't going to last much longer, should Allison keep at her offence.

And thus, Allison would leap, intent on driving her feet onto Tina's torso, not going to mind where her legs were going to make contact, in a Double Foot-Stomp. This move, though inherently carrying a risk, was safer as compared to other high-flying maneuver due to the less recoil damage, as Allison would be able to roll out the forceful collision with the floor should Tina evade it.

Though Allison was of the opinion that she wouldn't be able to make much use of that, given her current state.

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Tina was down on the ground in pain as she heard Allison running. As soon as she flew the tigress rolled hard to the side leaving Allison to land on the ground instead of on Tina!

She pushed herself up and lunged at Allison looking to get back into the thick of things worh a clothesline to send Allison down to the ground! Tina hoped that wpuld stunner enough for Tina to yank Allison up by the hair to smash her face repeatedly off the apron then the ring post!

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A part of Allison, a teeny tiny part, was not sure about the success of this flying move, as was the case of her with any flying move for that matter. And that's why she internally sighed for electing to go for the stomp, which allowed her to roll away and get back up, that something more risk-laden, like any kind of body-splash.

"Oagh..." Allison grunted having missed as Tina evaded the stomp and got hammered with a Clothesline, which the raven-haired woman was too late to see coming! "Auugh!!" Her throat strained to gasp from the brutal clobbering blow which literally floored her against the hard surface.

She wouldn't have much time to keel about however, finding herself pulled up almost immeidately and then meet the ringpost and apron in multiple physical and agonising meetings!

"Agh! Oagh! Gaah! Uufm...Hnnhh..." Her mind almost melted, devoid of even a singular thought having been struck on the face so many time. The eye rolled back in, mouth remained agape and suddenly the knees felt gravity pulling them down with an all-time high force. The cut on the side of her forehead got exacebated and another trail of blood trickled out of it, taking it's sweet time. This was definitely not looking good.

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Tina was trying to brawl her way back into control and with Allison looking wobbly she had an idea. She wrapped an arm around Allison's head and she grabbed the waist of her wrestling attire. Tina was going to leave her so hurt that she couldn't make a comeback after this. The tigress lift Allison up and held her vertical moving closer to the table. She wanted to send Allison crashing down through the announce table with a vertical suplex that would leave her incapacitated! That was the plan anyway now to put it into action...

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The world spun around in bleary oscillations, the bright spotlights attached to the ceiling now turned into spectacle. What her eyes perceived as monochromatic beams of shimmering lights were now seen as diverging into the seven rainbow colours, like a ray of light through a prism. Allison's head remained tilted back with mouth agape and eyes partly open, without the neck muscles active to support the load, as Tina held her after what looked like a conscious effort to crack open her skull.

"Kch...Hkk..Ghh" Her throat struggled to get anything comprehensible out, with strained whimpers ragged gasps being feasible in her current subdued state.

She wasn't sure how she was standing still despite the Tigress holding her up and was sure that her body won't cooperate anymore to hit the floor any second now. And it did happen."AUUGH!...Haahh..." Allison screamed,cut short almost immediately to a mere strangled mewl from being smashed over the announce table with a Suplex!

The announcers and the commentators had the sense to vacate the space the moment both the women brought the fight near the desks and their microphones boomed with shock and awe seeing Allison slammed over the desk and bounce off to crash onto the other side of the desks, toppling the seats in the process.

Darkness enveloped the raven-haired woman's mind. Absolute stillness. Her head throbbed so hard she could feel it just like the beating of her heart and to pile on further misery, her back being bashed from such an altitude was always going to hurt and it did, like hell. Allison lay sprawled, out of sight from the Tigress, atleast momentarily. Her body shuddered and twitched subtly every now and then, accompanied by haggard breathing. There wasn't much going on in her head at present, save for utilising whatever meagre time she had in hand to breathe and....breathe.

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Well that still worked even if the table remained. In fact it gave Tina a great idea! She stood up climbing onto the table as she grabbed hold of Allison. She was going to try to lift her up and hold her across her shoulders while standing on the announce table. Tina faced the crowd, pointing out to them and smiling. She was going to jump up and lean back looking to drive Allison down on the hard ground outside the ring with an elevated samoan drop from the announce table! Tina knew if she could pull this off it would devastate Allison and leave her wide open for a proper tiger bomb back inside the ring...

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Allison's nostrils flared with every breath, the strain on her respiratory apparatus evident on her tired face which shuddered with every ragged inhale. The Suplex did a number on her back, which radiated the pain outwards, and the consequences of it extended to her head and limbs as well, which prevented her from moving too much.

"Aahum...Ooww.." The raven-haired woman could only whimper being picked up from the clutter and onto the table. Fortunately, that sudden change in elevation brought her back to her senses. Tina had something devastating in mind and Allison could risk ending this match on a stretcher should Tina go through with her plan!

So, the moment Tina lifted her up in a fireman carry, Allion grunted before letting loose her elbow haphazardly from the side to clock Tina in the face! Taking hits inside the ring was one thing but out of ring was a warzone, a brutal one and very difficult to shrug off hits once taken, especially what Tina had in mind.

Should Tina let her down, Allison wasn't going to waste more time, instead picking Tina up from the side with arms wrapped around the waist, lift her up to crash down on the floor for an elevated Side-Slam!, and an upside of it was that Tina would cushion a lot of upper-body impact from this move thus letting her rise back up.

She had to work fast from there, as the referee was nearing the ten count and she could risk another double-countout disqualification, especially after coming so far. And so, she was going to slump down, but after pushing a hopfully dazed and wrecked Tigress into the ring, immediately following her.

"Ahh..Haah..Ooff...Mgh..." Allison planned to crawl towards the nearby cornerpost and lean against it being seated. At this point, it didn't matter if Tina was open to attack and vulnerable, beacuse Allison wasn't in the state physically or mentally to move, much less strike. She needed to some solace...