Michiko Shimizu vs. Allison Ford

[CaptainL]

Match Type: Standard Match
Rules: Victory by submission, pinfall, or knockout

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Michiko was fresh off her six-month excursion to World Frontier Pro Wrestling - an opportunity that had allowed her to brush up on her skills while at the same time putting herself out there for a whole new crowd and making some new fans, something she wasn't going to say no to when she hadn't been all that active in LAW. She had already proven herself when she took down Princess Elizabeth in a smother match, and now, she was ready to keep that momentum going! Her opponent tonight was a new arrival to LAW, and one who Michiko herself had little knowledge of. But the unknown didn't deter her one bit. No matter who she was against, the lilac-haired girl was ready to get in there and prove herself against any challenge!

"Coming first to the ring, from Tokyo, Japan! At 5'9, weighing 150 pounds...MICHIKO SHIMIZU!"

Spoiler

Music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5v7LvnSwstw

As her music came over the speakers, Michiko charged through the curtains, her fist raised proudly in the air as she made confident strides down the ramp. She was greeted by cheers every step of the way, and she looked to those cheering fans with a smile on her face and a point in their direction. Ever a crowd-pleaser, she was happy to know that she had her loyal fans out there willing to cheer her on - and she was determined to make them proud tonight! Hopping into the ring with a well-executed vault over the ropes, Michiko took a moment to stretch before she settled in the corner. Now, it was time for her opponent to make her entrance...

[Hitman45]

Allison, clad in her ring-gear with a purple jacket on top, was observing her opponent, a tall, lavender-ish haired woman named Michiko Shimizu. It was her routine before every match, since her college days and the independent circuit where, if the opponent entered the ring first, she would get ready in advance and observe her mannerisms, body language and the response of the crowd from backstage via a monitor or from another viewing angle. The audience were cheering for her and seemed to take a shine to the natural charisma emanating from her. "A wrestler receiving Genuine positive reaction from the crowd? Yeah, you don't see that very often, especially in LAW..."she murmured in admiration and appreciation. Soon, it was her turn to enter. "Let's put on a show, shall we?", she thought to herself. Royal Blood rang through the arena, setting the audience into a frenzy, as Allison sauntered through the curtains, her stride confident and her demeanor showing intent.

"And her opponent,all the way from Brooklyn, America!; At 5'10, weighing 150 pounds...ALLISON "AVALANCHE" FORD!"

Theme Song

Entrance Attire

Ring Attire

She strutted down the ramp, swaying her hips, slowly pulling the lapel of her unbuttoned jacket away to show her alluring and toned midriff in all its glory and the top giving away a tantalizing amount of her "Upper Assets". Climbing the steel steps, with a sly smirk on her lips as she entered the ring from in-between the middle and top ropes, as she threw her jacket into the excited crowd, who were hanging onto every action and gesture of her; and leaned against her corner, making eye-contact with her opponent as she used the ropes to do some stretching until the referee signalled to begin...

[CaptainL]

Now it was time for Michiko's opponent to make her entrance on the scene - and by the looks of it, she was just as excited as Michiko herself was. The moment Allison came down the ramp, Michiko stood a little straighter, with a determined look crossing her face. She cracked her knuckles, getting herself limbered up for the match ahead of her. Allison seemed like she was just as ready for action - and Michiko was ready to meet her on that.

Certainly, she got plenty of attention from the crowd as she came down the ramp. For all Michiko knew, that was just coming from her looks - but she knew better than to underestimate what her opponents were capable before the first blow had been thrown. Extending her hand to Allison, she would offer a shake. "Ready for this match?" she asked.

If everything went off without incident, Michiko would step back to her corner as well, doing a few stretches before the bell rang...

*DING DING DING*

And, at that, she would take a few steps closer, lifting her hands and bending at her knees to get into a stance and offer a test of strength to her foe.

[Hitman45]

Allison saw Michiko approaching her as she was stretching with her hand extended and walked towards her in the centre of the ring to shake it. In the matches that she had competed in till now, no competitor had any mailcious intent behind a simple hand-shake, but she still always had her guard up and if a sneak attack would be attempted, the jet-black haired woman was confident of protecting herself.

Michiko's face showed determination and her body-language seemed to show that she was ready for this fight, as Allison shook her hand with the older foe, the grip soft but firm, as a handshake should be. When the lavender-haired woman asked her if she was ready to fight, a challenging smile appeared on the brawler's face. "Let's find out..." Allison replied, her tone relaxed and demeanor assured.

After they shook hands, they both nodded at each other, before retreating to thier respective corners, stretching their limbs one final time time, before the referee signalled the match to begin. The crowd was looking lively and Allison could feel their energy seeping into her, pumping her up, and when she looked at Michiko, she could that she was feeling the same.

The bell rang and Michiko was the first to make a move, bending her knees slightly and raising her arms, indicating a test of strength. Allison obliged as she knew that this move may be old-school, but it was an effective way to get a feel of the opponent and observe them from up close. She linked her fingers with the lavender-haired woman's as they slowly began to push against each other...

[CaptainL]

When she took Allison's hand, a smile crossed Michiko's face. The lilac-haired girl was well aware of the sort of disreputable competitors to grace the squared circle, and she vowed to always stand vigilant against them - but Allison, at least for now, seemed to be willing to meet her in the spirit of friendly competition. But of course, that didn't mean the competitive spirit between the two of them wasn't running hot. Michiko knew that Allison wasn't going to go easy on her, and she was every bit eager to win this match. But it was up to Michiko, then, to rise to the challenge and give her the fight she was after!

When the bell rang and the two of them met for the test of strength, Michiko took a moment to try and assess her opponent's form, measuring the force with which she pushed at her and the balance of her stance. They strafed in circles around the center of the ring, keeping steady tension on one another, their generous chests brushing ever so slightly against each other in the thin air between them. But eventually, Michiko would try and ramp up the tension. She would try to pull Allison closer and into range, then throw her arms around her sides, trying to clasp the brunette against her chest with a bear hug and squeeze!

[Hitman45]

The Bell Ringing signalled the beginning of what would probably be contest that would go down to the wire, the audience cheering both of them with high expectstions for this bout. The initial few moments saw both the stars take a cautious approach, feeling each other up and getting used to the contact. The occassional contact of both of their well-endowed bosoms seemed to charge up the air around them, with Allison finding the sensations comfortable. Things were stating to heat up and Michiko initiated the first step in that direction.

Allison was expceting that after feeling each other up, both would push against each other in an old-school test of strength. But the lavender-haired woman seemed to differ on that train of thought. She pulled the jet-black haired woman close to her, pulled her fingers from Allison's and enveloped the taller woman in a Bearhug and squeezed hard!

"Whoaa...Nngh...Now that's...ugh...a surprise...Ahh.." Allison spoke in between soft grunts of discomfort, air gradually leaving her lungs as she was forced to stand on her toes, resulting her breasts to be slightly above the lavender-haired woman's. Normally, she wouldn't be opposed to such a predicament, but she didn't think that the throngs people had flocked the arena to see both of the competitors smother each other....atleast at the beginning; Nor did both of them.

Allison composed herself and inhaled as deep as possible while her diaphragm was being crushed "Lets put on a ...Ungh...show...shall we?" softly whispered into Michiko's ear as she spread her arms horizontally, as if inviting applause and would bring both of them like a horizontal sword slice towards the sides of her neck, striking it with the outer region of the sides of her hands in a Double Throat Chop!

[CaptainL]

Just feeling the firmness of her grip and the force of her push, Michiko could tell that with the strength Allison promised to bring to the table, this was sure to be an evenly-matched battle. But she wasn't shy when it came to putting herself up to the challenge - far from it, as a matter of fact! Looking to secure an early advantage, Michiko slung her arms around Allison's sides, pulling the brunette into a tight bear hug! And from the sounds of it, Allison was feeling it!

"You can consider it my way of keeping you on your toes," Michiko chimed in. She grit her teeth and sucked in another breath, her muscles bulging under the pressure as she drew on every ounce of strength she had to compress her opponent's ribs. But even if Allison was under no small amount of pressure, she was still determined to bring the fight to Michiko - she would show as much, when she threw a hard double-handed chop into the Japanese woman's throat!

At once, Michiko's throat spasmed. She coughed and gasped for air, and she had no choice but to let go of Allison, stumbling backward and clutching at her throat as she tried to catch her breath. "Nngh...not...bad..." she groaned, her face still contorted in a wince. Nevertheless, Michiko wasn't done yet. Rubbing at her neck to try and dull the pain, she held herself a little taller, setting her sights on Allison. She took in a breath to try and refuel her lungs. And then, she went running toward her, kicking up her knee as she came close to nail her with a strike right at her toned midsection!

[Hitman45]

Allison could physically feel the effort Michiko was putting into the hold from her strained grunts and enlarged biceps. A early submission hold, especially focused on the torso was always going to be gamble on the initiator's part as the opponent's freshness meant that they could break or escape the hold. But if successful, the wrestler gets into the driver's seat to control the tempo of the fight.

Allison was keen to avoid the latter. Her upper-body was being squeezed out by a determined Michiko. So, the successful connection of the Double-Throat Chop was a welcome relief for her lungs as she staggered backwards, inhaling deep breaths.

The thing about such hold was that, even though you escape them, the toll of the move is such you are not prepared to handle what comes next, which in Allison's case was a Running Knee Strike right into her belly!

"AAughh!..." Her pupils dilated, while the mouth opened simultaneously as a result of the strike successfully hitting the mark. Since Allison's was feeling the effects of the hold, she could not react in time to the lavender-haired woman's charge or atleast flex her abs, leaving her midsection vulnerable like a sitting duck. This meant that the knee went deep into her belly, the skin caving around it.

But the brawler's abs were resilient and could endure punishment and therefore, even though the blow was painful, Allison's was still able to pilot her body backwards to lean against the ropes on her side, as opposed to collapsing onto the knees, which would usually be the norm.

[CaptainL]

When Allison had driven Michiko away from her with a double-handed chop to the throat, the impact had caused her trachea to spasm, leaving her coughing and gasping for air. She had no choice but to release her foe, and as she stumbled aside the ground beneath her seemed to tilt and threaten to give way. Her throat still burned. But all the same...Michiko just grit her teeth, standing a little taller as she clenched her fists and steeled herself. She wasn't done yet - this match was just beginning, and she was ready to bring the fight to Allison!

Allison's chop had bought her some time to recover - but not much! Michiko was ready to come charging right back into the action, where she nailed Allison with a powerful knee strike! The bear hug she had just been under would have already compressed her lungs and her diaphragm, so such a blow could only do more damage in driving the air out of her. In a daze, she went stumbling back, falling against the ropes.

But Michiko wasn't going to let that be the end, either! Now that she'd struck a blow against Allison, she was eager to press her advantage. And she came charging in closer, going to grab her by the head and shove downward to fold her over forward at the waist as she let out a battle cry. If that worked, she'd hop off the ground to drive Allison face-first into the mat with a DDT!

[Hitman45]

Michiko's unerring knee strike drove Allison backward towards the steel-wrapped rubber ropes, leaning against ropes to cushion the blow. She tried to concentrate on getting her breathing back to normal , looking down towards the mat, trying to zone out of the ruckus created by the visibly passionate crowd.

"Gotta get myself together. That purple-haired hotshot doesn't seem the type wait around" Allison's talking to herself internally. And she was right. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see a hazy figure of the lavender-haired woman closing the distince between them and before she knew it, she was caught in a headlock as a setup for a probable DDT!

Allison. acting on instinct grabbed the wrist of Michiko's hooked arm and would slightly pull it away from her neck and use the space to get out of the hold with a turn of her body and simultaneously twist her arm using the said wrist into a hammerlock. Now, this had to be done swifty, without any hijinks as failing to do so risked her face getting smashed against the unforgiving mat.

If this elaborate escape plan of hers was successful, she would aim a forearm smash at Michiko's lower back, the impact of which would careen her to hit the ropes and the rebound would throw her back for Allison to aim another forearm smash at the same region, thus repeating the cycle for about five times, after which she would Irish-whip her towards the opposite ropes, changing the tempo of the match to a more fast-paced action.