Victory achieved by knockout only
Today was a start of a new challenge, A KO-Only tournament and in the first round. Alison was pumped, winning tournaments was a great way to stamp one’s name in anything, surviving round after round and advancing to face the other winner’s until there was only one. And to her great fortune, her opponent was none other than Karen!
How lucky she was, not only was she going to advance to the next round, but she could do it at the expense of her newly acquired rival! Walking out in her usual attire, her theme song played as she waited in darkness, the beat of the song lighting up the titantron behind her as the verse kicked in, flashing on all of the light as Alison was standing in her awe-inspiring beauty for her fans and others to bask in as she began strutting her way down to the ring, climbing up the stairs and stepping through the ropes.
Her ease going swagger hid the fact she was very anxious and determined to see her foe again. To match power and power against one another again as they went to Knock each other the fuck OUT!
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Karen Starring couldn’t believe her luck. First round, and she was paired against the singular beauty within the entire tournament that she had faced before. And with little surprise, absolutely despised! Clad in her now regular attire of a black sports bra and similarly shaded pants, with long gloves to match, Karen wouldn’t have to be told twice to make her entrance abruptly.
Emerging as Lost Cause began to blare down the LAW arena speakers, Karen did not descend the ramp. Rather, she metaphorically pelted it down. Running at maximum speed down the ramp, her music practically stopping before it started, Karen slid what felt to be several meters in the ring upon entry under the bottom rope. She hadn’t even latched eyes on Alison, and she knew there was but one thing she wanted to do.
“YOU!!!..” Screaming out as she pushed her cleavage-filled figure up to its feet, Karen swung a fist before she had even comprehended fully where and how Alison was standing. She simply didn’t care. The only thing she did care about, was trying to break the bitches jaw!
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Alison’s eyes narrowed as she saw Karen bolting out from the back, making a bee line to the ring and to get her hands on her and Alison wanted nothing else but the same as she stomped her feet on the mat and gestured Karen to come at her. “Come BITCH! I’ll fuck you up the same!”
Seeing Karen sliding into the ring, Alison charged at Karen as the ref girl saw that she was going to lose control of the match, trying to stop Alison from engaging but was too slow to stop the heavyweight from getting at her rival as she threw a heavy right, looking to knock Karen’s face off with a single blow.
She did not however, her head snapping back as Karen’s fist crashed into her jaw as she swung her fist to try and smash into the cheek. Alison would take a step back, Karen still had the strength of no woman she fought before as she clutched her jaw, but she wasn’t going to let a single hit stop her, digging her feet back into the mat before attempting to throw a hard forearm into her rival’s face!
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It was obvious that Alison would neither go down, nor simply take the blow without response. Karen didn’t have to know the heavyweight beauty prior to comprehend such. After all, why the hell would you take a blow like that without response?
Staggering back from Alison’s own strike, Karen would turn her head to the beauty as she held her jaw; already imagining a bruise or at least discolouring forming upon her cheek.
“You are such...a fat...CUNT…!” A roar that was once more accompanied with a equally vicious action, as Karen tried to put her hands simply upon Alison’s throat. It was a knockout tournament after all. So it only seemed fit she demonstrated her strong desire to crush, beat, or in this case throttle the light from her hated rivals eyes!
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A bruise was forming on Alison’s cheek where Karen smashed her fist into her cheek. She made sure that every bit of the pain was shot back when she slammed her forearm into Karen’s face. “Fuck you, you stupid BITCH!” she screamed back as Karen roared in at her.
Her eyes went wide as Karen’s hands wrapped around her throat, coughing and gagging as she grabbed at the wrists, trying to pry them off. Even slamming her arms into Karen’s to try and free herself, she realize that wasn’t doing the trick.
Before things would go black, which was coming up, Alison decided that the only way to break out of this. Was brute force as she sent her hands right back to Karen’s throat, trying to double squeeze it in return!
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Karen poured as ever an insane amount of force from the get go into her choke, seemingly trying to render the woman incapable of living, let alone wrestling. As ever, she failed to demonstrate any form of restraint. Only gagging as the beauty tried to force her way free with smacks and slams at first, Karen would find herself choking on words that did not have time to finish forming, as Alison latched her hands to her throat.
As ever uninterested to see how long she could survive being outright throttled, Karen would try to now push upon the slender neck of her foe, as she put her weight into the move. Eyes on the corner behind Alison before latching fully once more on her heavyweight rivals eyes, Karen made it very apparent she was trying to force her foe back-first into the corner, so that any further moves she attempted would have her opponent trapped!
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Alison tried her best to squeeze down on the throat of Karen, but her powerful rival was not having any of it as she pushed her into the corner. Alison stumbled backwards as she backpedaled into the corner. Coughing and gagging, her arms quickly left the throat and grabbed on to Karen’s wrists on her throat.
She wouldn’t be able to pry off the hands, she lost too much of her breath to do that as she did the next best thing that came to mind now that she was trapped in the corner. Lifting her hand up to her rivals’ face, extending her claws she attempted to rake the eyes of Karen! It wasn’t the most proudest move that Alison could think of, but she would be damned if she would allow Karen to choke her out!
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Karen didn’t intend to keep her foe in the corner for long. The moment the right time presented itself, she would release her grip, and wrap around the beauty likely in preparation of attempting to throw her. She couldn’t have all her fun simply crushing or squeezing the girl, much to her chagrin.
She’d find however, that she wouldn’t have to worry about locking firmly on her foe, as Alison simply rendered her unable to. Screaming out loudly in the face of her hated rival, Karen found herself stumbling back, eyes now hidden behind raised eyes as she stomped around the ring.
“ARGHH...REF...REF...YOU GOTTA BE...FUCKING KIDDING ME…!” She’d roar, already feeling her blue pair water behind her palms, as she unknowingly turned her back to her corner bound foe!
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Raking her nails across the eyes of Karen with absolutely no remorse, all she got from the ref was a light warning of not to do it again. Really made Alison want to do it again. Coughing for air as she held her throat, red marks already forming from how hard Karen was squeezing her neck. She wasn’t going to let that slide however, she wasn’t going to let Karen off with just an eye rake!
With her rival’s back exposed, Alison bounced off of the ropes for additional force as she would leap up on to Karen’s back, looking to try and force the large woman forward and hopefully on her back. It didn’t matter to Alison much as she wrapped her arms around the neck Karen, looking to squeeze for a sleeper!
“Wanna play like that!? Wanna blacked out bitch!? I”m fine with that!” she screamed out like a madwoman, attempting to wrap her legs around Karen’s waist to lock in the sleeper, looking to force her rival to pass out!
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It was common sense to anyone, let alone a veteran of the squared circle, never to give your back to an opponent. Then again, it was also sense to most that they wouldn’t have to deal with the dirty tactics employed by those who deem it necessary. Namely, being victim to the back rake in the first place!
Catching her senses far too late, Karen would latch her fingers onto that mighty bicep as it wrapped around her throat, forcing the air from her throat. She’d immediately cough out and splutter; her right hand quickly snapping for a rope that seemed close enough, but alas was found to be too far, before synching back to the arm that bound her.
Suffering instantly from the sheer strength of her foe, Karen opted for a double-edged sword of sorts as a means for a escape. Namely, dropping her feet out from underneath her, as she suddenly dropped to her firm but large butt quickly. At the same time, forcing Alison down with her, and then into her; chin straight into Karen’s head!
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Jumping up on to Karen’s body with her arm tightly secured around the neck, Alison smiled out as she managed to wrap her legs around Karen’s waist, applying the devastating dual hold! Smiling to herself as she felt Karen jerk around, trying to free herself from her grasp, but the woman wasn’t going to make it that easy.
Keeping herself nice and tight against Karen, pushing her boobs into her back as she sunk her legs harder into her rival to prevent them from swinging out. Alison was waiting for her to fall to the ground, where she could squeeze the life out of her nemesis like an anaconda.
But Karen was just as determined in getting out and the drop to the mat was not what Alison expected as Karen dropped on to her butt, holding her head so that Alison’s chin would smash into the back of the head! Alison whipped back from the jawbreaker, her arms flinging out to grab on to her jaw as she fell back into the mat!
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The addition of her opponent's legs to her back made Karen somewhat cry, as the scissors not only crushed more air from her stern waist, but made the jawbreaker somewhat less effective. Still, it proved to be effective enough to force the beauty from her back; with Karen falling the opposite way onto her hands and knees, gasping loudly as her right hand came to her throat.
“Cheap...cunt…” She’d mutter as ever, swearing uncontrollably as per any standard Karen associated match. Turning, she’d begin to slowly crawl towards her downed foe, a drip of sweat coming across her brow already as she did so. Her intentions for what she would do when she reached her foe were obviously unknown, given Karen couldn’t very much pin her foe in a KO tournament! Not to mention the obvious fact, that Alison herself too would be making an effort to rise, likely before the now-breathless Karen even reached her!
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Alison moaned out as she gripped on her jaw, kicking her legs at Karen as the busty beauty pulled herself away from her. Alison was lucky she didn’t bite her tongue from that jawbreaker She would not stay on the ground for long as she rolled onto her stomach, pushing herself up on one hand and her knees to glare at Karen crawling towards her as a beat of sweat rolled off of her face.
“Fucking...whore.” she muttered out, ensuring that Karen heard her as she began crawling towards her rival, reaching out to grab a handful of that black hair. Growling out she pushed her head forward to shove her forehead into her rival’s. Glaring with such anger into Karen’s eyes, she would plant her feet into the mat, attempting to rise up while still forehead locked with Karen! “Bring it on bitch...I’ll drop you flat on your back like the whore you are!”
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Karen didn’t at all back down from her foes impromptu challenge; the pressing of foreheads and the baring of teeth only incited the raven haired amazon more so. Grabbing ahold too of her foes hair, Karen sought to rise with as much vigour and energy as her foe, if not more so. Back on their feet, the audience would be left somewhat roaring, as the two seemed to be right back to normal after their initial yet brutal slugfest!
“I’m going to break your fucking spine…” Karen would roar, spitting inadvertently with her words of pure hate, as her leg came up. Knee high, she’d try to smash the wind right out of her foes impeccable abdomen with all the force she could muster!
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Alison’s hands tightly seized the black hair of Karen, feeling her nemesis doing the same back into her long flowing, sweaty raven hair. Foreheads grounded into each other, sweat mixing together as they made their way up to their feet. Alison’s eye would widen in pain as the knee came smashing into her stomach, gasping and coughing violently for air as she bent over.
But she would not fall.
Grabbing onto the hips of Karen, she managed to prevent herself from falling over. Teeth gritting into each other with such intensity, Alison would come flying back up with an uppercut, looking to bury it right into Karen’s stomach! “BITCH!” she’d roared out in fury.
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Karen was determined to force her opponent into something resembling the set-up for a powerbomb, howling as ever like a banshee as her opponent’s abdomen met her knee. She’d even place her hands to the beauties shoulders, evidently keen to force her further down, and complete the powerbomb set-up. Instead, Karen’s optimism in delivering the move so smoothly spelt disaster for her mid-riff, as a lack of arms meant Alison’s uppercut hit its mark and then some.
“GHHH..!” Spittle flying somewhat disgustingly over the top of her foe and hitting the canvas behind, Karen only narrowly avoided inadvertently headbutting her foe as her own head came down; hands now leaving Alison’s firm shoulders to hold the wound.
“Cheap...cunt...with cheap moves…” Stumbling back for what she could, she would as ever shoot metaphorical daggers with her gaze, as her breath forced itself back inside her lungs.
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Alison continued to cough out even after she smashed her fist into Karen’s stomach, panting out as she left her fist buried in Karen. “Weak….bitch….you’re just mad you didn’t do it...first.” Alison gasped out as she would move her fist out from Karen and wrap around her waist with both hands to keep herself from dropping. The knee was far more vicious than Alison’s fist, that was for sure. The only thing that her fist had was surprise since Alison was blocking view with her body. Cheap move indeed, but Alison was never going to announce it.
She could feel the metaphorical daggers being stabbed into her back, but Alison didn’t care as she began to dig her feet into the mat, attempting to stomp her way into Karen and slowly try to push her back into a corner!
