A Gutbusting Debut - Allie Magalei vs. Tara Jaeger

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Samoans were tough. Or at least had a reputation of being tough. A reputation that was storied enough for Tara to be cautious and thus far, Allie was living up to it... mostly. But she was only human and Tara's kicks and knee strikes were something to be feared, especially in a belly match. So when she charged up and launched her knee into Allie's chest it wasn't a major surprise to Tara when the debuting talent fell clear over the rope and landed outside.

It was a pleasant surprise though. Grinning slightly with bad intentions in mind Tara would turn on her heel and start running to the ropes on the opposing side of the ring from where she was. As she neared them Tara would turn on her heel, landing back first against them before rebounding off the ropes and launching herself full speed back in the direction she had originally came from!

Picking up as much speed as possible as she made it to the ropes Tara would then push off with her powerful legs, leaping clear over the ropes Tara launched herself out of the ring, descending through the air like a missile as she came down upon her opponent who would still hopefully be propped up against the barricade! If she was successful Tara would hopefully crash right into the girl with a tope suicida, aiming to drive the young Samoan even further into the barricade with her momentum!

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There was no replacing actual experience. One could watch tapes all day and night, training their body and going through practice spars, and be honed to absolute perfection... yet crumple to one strong move or strike. Allie was a woman who had done all of that her whole life; studying and training, yet never did she have to deal with such a potent strike like that knee to her chest in practice. She never had to deal with the caving agony she felt in her sternum, the oxygen deprivation as she was forced to sputter to regain breath. Of course, Allie had wrestled some on the indies before signing with LAW, but she could already tell that Tara both hit harder--and was faster than anyone she had ever faced.

On the outside, Allie held a hand up to her chest in a valiant attempt to recover the oxygen Tara slammed out of her lungs with her knee, while the other gripped the barricade tightly as to make sure she didn't accidentally topple over. But her training wasn't for naught, of course. Pain wasn't something you could account for, but instinct was. Even with the crowd chattering and cheering loud, she could still hear the sound of those footsteps, those bare feet slamming against the mat. The sound was loud and distinct, especially when her opponent was in full sprint, and Allie realized that she wasn't being given time to recover.

Peeking up, it was as though Tara blocked out the sun, soaring through the air with her body blocking the arena lights, and in that split moment, she was like an eclipse. Still, Allie couldn't afford to be dazzled by the high-flying of her foe, using her grip on the barricade to shove herself to the side, leaving nothing but the guardrail for Tara's body--and belly--to slam against!

[Bare]

Tara was giving this relative rookie a taste of what it was like to wrestle in a league as big as LAW, showing that it took more than training and connections to make it here. So knocking Allie clear out of the ring with a massive knee strike Tara felt pretty confident about what she had in mind next. Granted it was a risky high flying move, one that had just as much potential to hurt her even if she landed the move, but as far as Tara was concerned thats what being a wrestler was all about, taking those risks and running full speed with them for big results.

So without any semblance of worry or fear in her mind at all Tara turned, facing the ropes and charging forward, bouncing off them and rebounding back at her foe, leaping up through the air as she did so, launching herself out of the ring and descending down at her opponent like a meteorite about to crash into the earth! Unfortunately however it seemed that the damage Tara had done to the girl wasn't enough to keep her stunned long enough for Tara's high risk move to achieve the reward she had been hoping for. "Shit." Tara said to herself, watching as Allie dove out of the way before the dark skinned girl suddenly crashed stomach first into the barricade!

"GAHHH!" Screaming in pain before coughing as she landed abs first Tara would slowly peel herself off the hard metal, sliding unceremoniously down onto her ass, clutching her stomach with a look of utter agony on her face after such a heavy hit from the crash and burn!

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Allie gasped as she saw Tara's body slam against that barricade, cringing on the inside imagining just how that'd feel. She wasn't remorseless, and while she had to dive out of the way to avoid the hit, that didn't mean she didn't feel somewhat bad for it. But such thinking wasn't conductive to winning, and the Samoan shook her head to snap out of it. Tara knew what she was signing up for in this match, doing high-risk moves like that, and she had to just swallow down her bubbles of guilt and continue the match with the big advantage she now had.

Walking back up, Allie grabbed onto the hair of Tara's and lifted her back to her feet. The referee was beginning to count the two out, but having watched plenty of LAW, she knew that the count would be slow--quite slow, enough for her to at least do some more punishment. Not the usual 20 as in other Japanese companies, it was still plenty of time to work with, and Allie continued her assault. Throwing her leg up, she began to slam her knee repeatedly against that wounded stomach, bashing with all of that natural strength as she could, trying to weaken and soften up those abs even further than they already were before Allie set up for her next move.

After an uncomfortable amount of knees, Allie turned Tara around and hooked her arm over her head, in back suplex position. A hand on the thigh, and the debutee lifted up the Stretcher--except she didn't drop down onto her back. No, she held up Tara in that position, walking around outside before facing the ring. Then, her hand switched position on Tara's thigh, going from pushing her up to shoving her down, looking to slam Tara down with Allie thrusting forward as well. Of course, trying to slam her opponent's softened stomach against the rigid edge of the apron!

[Bare]

Tara had seen the weakened position of her opponent outside the ring and immediately got excited. How could she not? it was a perfect set up and opportunity for her to seal her advantage in this match. Likewise she knew her opponent was born tough, and that the key to defeating her would be in constant, high impact offense. So she ran forward at full speed, leaping out of the ring to try and take her opponent down with a tope suicida. Only for Allie to move out of the way.

Now Tara was folded over the barricade, weakly moving her legs around while trying to get some measure of air back in her lungs after it had all been driven out of her chest from the impact of her stomach with the hard barricade. Worse yet she could barely even think properly, let alone do anything to pull herself off the elevated platform. Something that her opponent would soon help her with once Tara felt a hand grab onto her hair, immediately making the woman cringe in pain as she was suddenly pulled off and forced to face Allie... Only to be locked up and forced to take a knee to the gut!

Then another. And another. A barrage of knees driving into Tara's stomach while the breathless wrestler wasn't even able to scream in pain, instead only releasing choked gurgles of agony as her stomach was battered over and over again with powerful knees that gradually turned her legs into jelly, only standing up still as a result of her opponent's grip. So needless to say when Tara was lifted off her feet she was utterly helpless as she was paraded around, a excellent display of Allie's raw strength until she was dropped down... stomach first on the ring apron.

"AGHHHH!" This time Tara released a scream of pain, her legs hanging over the middle rope, keeping her from falling back down to the floor, but she was still thrashing as much as possible due to the heavy impact of her stomach!

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Allie had studied Tara. She had studied Kyoko. Da Xia. She knew if you were to win a belly match, you had to have no remorse. Playing nice had no place in a match where you had to brutalize your opponent's stomach to the point where they can't continue. Allie knew that from watching their matches. Even the fan favorite Tara seemed sadistic in her first bout with the former Belly champion, a match that saw Kyoko pass out from the pain.

That didn't mean it was comfortable to watch.

That impact onto the barricade was near match-ending alone, flying so high and falling stomach first onto solid steel. Yet Allie couldn't win off just that. Pinfalls didn't count on the outside, and hauling Tara's body into the ring may allow her the chance to recover the lost oxygen from her lungs. It may make the softening of her abs go away and the paralyzing pain fade. So Allie had to make sure that there was little to no chance for recovery, for hope. It was mean, but it was what needed to be done.

Those knees were thrown full strength, each striking those abs and navel with the intent of making sure her abs were mush for the rest of this contest, as that was the only natural defense Tara had, and softened up, it would hurt all the more for them to take damage. The smacks rung through the arena as Allie struck, and she wasn't even sure how many she had hit before stopping and lifting up her helpless opponent.

The corner of that apron dug hard against the stomach of Tara, and fans cringed upon seeing the impact. Allie was doing everything she could think of with the tools she had, and she had no choice but to continue. Intending for her target to drop back down to the ground, the Stretcher instead remained hung on the ropes, her legs somehow curling up in the middle rope and left dangling.

And Allie couldn't pass that up.

With Tara's stomach lined up perfectly with the edge of the apron, the debutee couldn't stop herself. First, firing off punches to her head to try and daze her and dampen any struggles she may have, before grabbing the wrists of the Stretcher. Then, Allie pulled up on them, bringing the rest of Tara's body with her... and then shoving her back down, slamming her stomach against the apron once more! And then again, and again, and again! Like a swing of torture on Tara's stomach, with her legs acting as the rope keeping the swing attached! A total of five impacts, before Allie tugged Tara completely off the ropes and shoved her back into the ring, sliding in in quick pursuit.

After the match, Allie could apologize. She could do that, at least. But for now, Tara was her enemy, an obstacle between her and that winner's purse... and damnit, she needed that purse.

[Bare]

Tara groaned softly in pain from her place precariously balanced between the ring and ropes, stunned and in a horrendous amount of pain from her opponent's attacks. Not that Tara would blame her. If the situations were reversed than Tara wouldn't hesitate to relentlessly attack and beat down on the belly of her rival. But that didn't mean she enjoyed the position she was in. Far from it in fact. She needed to do something and fast. Otherwise she may very well go from losing the dominant position in the bout, to outright losing the match as a whole.

Something she'd be damned if she let happen so easily.

Luckily as Tara mentioned before if roles were reversed she would be doing the same as Allie was to her. So as she looked up and saw the Samoan approaching Tara already had a fairly decent idea of what the debuting wrestler would go for once she got close. So seeing the girl raise her hand up for a punch Tara would take a deep breath, bracing herself as she took the hit head on.. But also snapped her arm up as well, intending to grab hold of Allie's wrist before she could retract it back.

Should she be successful in this Tara would pull down on Allie's wrist with as much force and leverage as she could while pushing her arm up to try and drive her fist into the woman's face for an uppercut! If this blow managed to hit Tara would try and immediately shift her striking hand's place to grab hold of Allie's hair and yank her head back down to smack her face first into the edge of the ring apron!

Assuming she managed to get these hit in successfully Tara would use the brief moment of reprieve to pull herself off the ropes and into the ring all together. Landing in a heap if she managed to do so Tara would try to roll away towards the middle of the ring, abs still far too hurt for her to get up fully anytime soon. Instead all she would manage for now was getting up onto her knees to at least sit up right.

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Allie, while not necessarily liking the violence she was committing, knew that it had to be done. She swallowed up her empathy and was in attack-only mode. If the pain inflicted onto Tara was so great that it made her sob and beg, then she knew that she'd be doing a good job. All she had to do was keep a tight lip and not lose focus. After such a crash, the Samoan anticipated being able to deal enough damage that'd make it nigh impossible for Tara to come back from. And she was to start by throwing punches to the head of the Belly Stretcher in order to keep her dazed.

Yet, somehow, she didn't even get that far.

Allie's first punch was caught by Tara, making her eyes widen in surprise. Yet, she still tried to retract her fist, thinking it to be just some mild resistance. But instead, her wrist was yanked on, making the rookie lose her balance and stumble right into a vicious uppercut! "GUH!" she cried, her jaw rattled by the awkward upside-down blow, but effective it was regardless, given the stars that Allie was currently seeing!

And it was just made worse by her hair getting grabbed, and thrust down to bash her face against the ring apron! Another yell escaped from her lips as Allie was now afforded the luxury of stumbling backward and collapsing, grasping at her jaw and panting some. To be a belly fighter, one had to have powerful strikes, but she expected to feel those blows to her stomach, not her face! Outside of the pain she was feeling, shock also ran through her. Those were no easy hits Allie just gave, and that fall against the barricade could've broken a few ribs, yet Tara was able to fight back when she knew she was in danger, and gain time to recover.

Tara was the veteran in this match, so it wasn't a shock she likely knew more about wrestling; when to conserve energy when needed and when to use it in desperate times. Still, if that was the case, and the Samoan wasn't getting attacked still, it was likely that the Belly Stretcher was recovering in the ring. Still vulnerable.

Thankfully, Allie's freshness so far in the match meant that she wasn't seeing stars for long, and the closeness of the nearby barricade--even if there was a fresh dent in it--allowed the Samoan to get back to her feet not long after that hard-hitting combo. And glancing into the ring, she saw Tara on her knees, not looking like getting to her feet was going to be an easy task.

So even with her jaw aching and the bridge of her nose screaming some, Allie had to ignore that and strike. But she had to strike quick, no time could be wasted getting into the ring dandily, and creativity was always one of her high-points.

So, using the space she had outside, Allie broke out into a small sprint, before jumping forward. The height of which allowing her body to elegantly dive between the bottom and middle rope, entering the ring with the grace of a dolphin! Her body rolled forward upon touching the mat, getting to her feet just a few feet away from Tara, and then leaping forward, jutting her feet back and thrusting them forward for a front dropkick aimed right for her opponent's chest!

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[Bare]

Tara groaned in pain and tried to suck air in through clenched teeth, desperately trying to recover a bit after narrowly escaping her opponent's clutches on the outside of the ring. Particularly that drop onto the barricade had been the biggest issue she needed to work around since it did a considerable amount of damage to her gut and it would definitely take some time to fully recover. Time she honestly wasn't sure she would have much of. Looking up Tara knew that she would have to keep an eye on her opponent, despite being a rookie Allie was definitely skilled and tough as all hell to deal with.

As she looked however Tara at first was relieved to see Allie all the way by the barricade, seemingly ready to leave her alone for the minute. But that hope was dashed the moment Allie broke out into a run. 'What is she...' Tara was definitely confused at what Allie's plan was but it would all become clear in a matter of moments once Allie leaped up through the ropes and into the ring in a single, smooth fashion that immediately set of Tara's danger sense! 'Shit!' Tara thought to herself, trying to get up so she could try and avoid whatever the Samoan girl had in mind.

But Tara's stomach was still in major disarray from the barricade drop. "Ngh!" She groaned out as she tried the attempt at standing, a pang of pain surging up from her gut the moment she tried to do so. As such she was all but helpless once Allie leaped up and sprung her legs out to smash into Tara's chest for a devastating drop kick! "Gahhh!" Tara yelled out in pain as she was knocked down onto her back, her legs hanging up in the air before dropping down onto the mat with a groan of pain slipping from her lips while cradling her chest in pain.

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It was then Allie's pure athleticism and creativity was put on display. She was taught to never give her opponent a moment of reprieve if she could allow it, and even a moment wasted getting onto the apron likely gave Tara the break she needed to at least regain the ability to get to her feet. And thus, she sprung her body over the apron, through the ropes, and elegantly rolled onto the apron to get back to her feet, and then leapt once more to deliver that strong front dropkick, right to the Belly Stretcher's chest!

And while Allie wanted to capitalize, that effort exerted into the move, plus the pain in her head made her hesitate a moment, and thus she laid down on the mat herself for a second. Breathing in quickly, she allowed herself just this moment to fill her lungs back up, before pushing her hands against the mat and kick her legs up, springing her body back up onto her feet for an impressive Kip-Up! "Come on!" Allie yelled out towards the crowd, who cheered for the impressive display.

The cheers made Allie smile, and for a moment, she forgot about the stress from behind the curtain. No concerns of money, no concerns of winning, just soaking in the appreciation of the fans, having wanted his moment for all 20 years of her life. But she didn't allow herself to be stuck in such appreciation for long, as Tara was still on the ground, and she intended to keep it that way.

Running towards the ropes, Allie leapt up and, while she may have benefited from a slower pace, her high-pace and creative style was what drove her, and she went to show that off, as springing off the ropes, her body twisted and spun in the air, for a Springboard Corkscrew Senton, her body falling right towards the torso of the Stretcher!

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