Michiko Shimizu vs. Allison Ford

[CaptainL]

Michiko's knee strike had knocked Allison back across the ring - but she wasn't going to stop there! Dauntlessly pressing the advantage, the lilac-haired woman came charging after Allison as she staggered away, where she would just as quickly grab at her head! Pulling it forward, she prepared to hurl herself off her feet and drag Allison down with her for a hard-hitting DDT...but Allison had other plans. Just before Michiko's center of balance could leave the ground, Allison managed to roll her way out - and she kept up with the momentum, twisting Michiko's arm behind her back with a hammerlock!

Now, the tides had turned, and Michiko was the one under her foe's thumb! She clenched her teeth with a pained hiss, bending over forward as her body recoiled from the pressure she was under. She had to give Allison some credit for her well-executed counter, but it was hard to appreciate such a thing when it was being turned back on her! A stinging pain shot through her arm - and that was just the warmup to the true action, which Allison soon got underway as she rammed her forearm against Michiko's back!

"Gah-!! Every time Allison struck, Michiko's cries of pain grew louder and louder. She was already sore where her opponent had struck , and now she was showing her no mercy! Every time Michiko bounced off the ropes and came back toward her foe, she had another strike waiting for her, and each one stung harder than the last, hitting the spot that was growing more and more sore and bruised. Before long, Allison had finished that phase of her plan, and she pulled on Michiko's arm, turning to slingshot her across the ring...

...This time, though, Michiko wouldn't let it be so easy! In mid-stride, she looked up to see the ropes coming closer and closer toward her. She knew that Allison wanted to use that as part of her strategy...but it could work just as well for Michiko's! As she came charging toward the ropes, Michiko would suddenly hop up onto the middle rope and push off with the soles of her boots, looking to spring her backward to come flying at Allison with a senton! She'd take all that momentum she'd built up, and use it against her foe!

[Hitman45]

"One!...Two!...Three!...Four!...FIVE!"

The arena was lively, thanks to the crowd who were looking actively invested in the action between the two combative fighters. Allison's brows were furrowed in concentration while connecting her punches with Michiko's lower back, her meaty cries driving her hit harder with every strike.

Finally, the torment on the lavender-haired woman's back ceased with Allison now wanting to up the tempo. Gently grabbing her wrist with hand, she yanked her backwards to direct her towards the opposite ropes, hoping to go for a clothesline, shifting the momentum completely towards her. Atleast, that was plan.

The back of a wrestler , or any human being for that matter is the pillar of the human anatomy, supporting all of a person's movements and physical actions. So when damage is done repeatedly to that area, the whole body feels the effects. In wrestling, attacking the back pay huge dividends as the match progresses affecting the ability to walk, run or lift. So, after repeatedly hurting her back, Allison expected Michiko to take a cautious approach, atleast for a short while and avoid damage. So imagine her surprise and amazement, when the lithe woman not only tried to counter her, but that too in a spectacular fashion, springboarding backwards from the middle-rope in hopes of catching Allison off-guard with a Senton.

"Gotcha..." Allison's smirk grew wider as Michiko's body approached nearer. Reversing Aerial moves were her bread and butter because the opponent loses control of their body the moment they are middair, which the brawler relished taking advantage of. Wrapping her arms around Michiko's waist, Allison's would try to slam the lithe woman backwards using her own momentum and bridge her back such that the brawler's enticing midriff was bent into an arch, while maintaining the waist-lock, for a Catching German Suplex! . And since the lilac-haired woman's back was already sore and had taken damaged, this possibly clinical reversal which would affect the back and the head would put her in a world of agony!

[CaptainL]

Even after Allison let up on her assault, Michiko's back was burning, and a bright red mark had formed across her skin. She clenched her teeth and winced from the lingering pain. But she wasn't going to let that slow her down, either. When Allison grabbed at her arm to whip her across the ring, Michiko was still sore, but more to the point, she was emboldened in the face of the punishment she'd received. Allison had made a move against her, and Michiko wasn't one to let that go unanswered. All the Irish whip would do would be to start her off with some more momentum - and she would use that momentum to her advantage, just to make sure Allison knew she was still in the game!

Just as Michiko was about to collide with the ropes at full speed, she jumped up onto the middle rope and shot herself back, pushing off the cable with the soles of her boot to launch herself through the air! She looked behind her to see Allison coming closer and closer - the brunette had bounced off the ropes, but now it looked like she was just going to collide with Michiko at full speed, with all the momentum she'd built up being turned against her! Michiko smirked for a moment, confident with her efforts...just before those efforts were cut short!

Just as Michiko was about to slam into Allison and take her down, she found her momentum brought to an abrupt halt - right at the last moment, the brunette had caught her! She let out a gasp as she looked down to find herself high above the mat. But before she could do anything about it, Allison fell back - and slammed Michiko head-first against the canvas with a German suplex!

As soon as her head hit the mat with a thud, Michiko let loose a loud scream. The adrenaline rush she'd felt in the heat of the moment had kept her going in spite of the damage to her back - but now that her momentum had been cut short, everything was catching up to her. Suddenly, she could feel another throb pierce through her back as she threw back her head with a groan, and her muscles twitched helplessly as she tried to stir, but couldn't bring herself to budge. Now, her face was contorted in pain, and she went limp in Allison's arms, in no position to fight back!

[Hitman45]

Allison's face was beaming with pride, elation emanating from her being. The reversal of the Senton was like a work of art; effortless, smooth and visually enticing, forcing some of the front row fanatic to stand up and applaud. Releasing the waist lock and getting out of the bridging position, She proceeded to limber up once again, a cheeky arrogance on her part, as if she was just getting started. Cracking her knuckles, rotating her head in a slow pace, taking small leaps using her toes, she was now getting into action.

Sauntering to Michiko's left side as she laid supine on the hard mat, reeling from the German Suplex. The counter seemed to have done a number on her back which showed on her face with agony written all over it. Allison knew that she wasn't in a position to mount an offense at this juncture of the match; a sly smile playing on her lips.

Getting on one knee, she wrapped both her hands around the lilac-haired woman's left arm, and attempted to lift it up, trying to roll her onto her stomach. Michiko probably was in too much pain to do anything about it and if successful, Allison would start to methodically work on individual body parts.

Her first and primary target would Michiko's back, which she would exploit by bending down to grab both of her wrists with her hands and yank her arms backwards, thus pulling her torso too, applying significant pressure to the back. But Allison wasn't satisfied with such a low effort move. She had something more sinister in mind. Lifting her right leg and aiming, she would ruthlessly stomp onto her lower back repeatedly and that too on the same area where a red souvenir had formed thanks to her forearm smashes!

[CaptainL]

Michiko had launched herself backward toward Allison at full speed, attempting to use her whole body like a battering ram to bowl her over. But now that Allison had grabbed hold of her at the last minute, the only one going down was Michiko herself - as Allison flung her head-first into the mat! As she came down with a loud thud, it was like the air was driven out of her. Her lungs deflated and her body went slack, and when Allison let her go, she sank to the floor in a heap, her head spinning and her jaw hanging slack. All that momentum she'd drawn behind her had blown up in her face - and now, she was sprawled out in a daze, powerless to defend herself against what would come next.

Allison pulled at her arm, and she rolled over onto her stomach, her head limp against the canvas. All she could do was to take slow, shallow breaths, her shoulders rising and falling with every labored gasp. Needless to say, she wasn't going to do much to defend herself - and she couldn't stop Allison from yanking back at her wrists, twisting her body into an arc!

Just having the pressure put on her aching spine, already tender from the blows Allison had rained down on it moments before, was enough to make Michiko bellow from the pain. But when Allison began to stomp down on it again and again, doing further damage to her aching back, every stomp caused a searing pain to erupt once again through Michiko's nerves! Her teeth clenched in a grimace, Michiko twisted one way and then the other. Her eyes were squeezed shut to stifle tears of pain, and she was doing all she could to hold back the urge to scream. She knew she couldn't take much more punishment to her back. But the last thing she was going to do was conceding this fight to Allison - she had to fight back with all she had!

The veins in her neck bulging under the pressure she was putting on herself, Michiko tried to wriggle across the mat on her hips and stomach, worming her way closer toward the ropes. Sweat dripped down her body, and her hefty chest was shoved out prominently in front of her. Just moving put a good deal of strain on her. But if she could weaken Allison's grip on her enough...maybe she could pull herself free, if she just kept it up!

[Hitman45]

So far, the brawler had been in the driver's seat, having answer to all of Michiko's questions. She had expected the opening exchanges to go blow-for-blow until one of them blinked. But, she didn't mind her current situation and why would she? Having an opponent under your feet without breaking a sweat, and having done lasting damage to their back? She wasn't complaining!

As Stomp after Stomp rained on the lilac-haired woman's back, the resulting howls and bellows filled the arena in a symphony of pain and anguish. Allison's brows were furrowed in concentration, eliciting miniscule grunts while clenching her teeth. She was in the zone, the noises audible phased out of her mind and the only thing relevant was her foe, sprawled on the mat, bent to her will.

The Stomping continued with Allison unrelenting and almost wanting to structurally adjust her body. It wasn't personal, just a means to end, which was winning. There seems to be fight left in Michiko after all, trying to wiggle to the ropes trying to catch a rope-break. But the brawler was having none of it. "Uh Uh...the Doc ain't done adjusting your back yet..." Allison cooed in a soft voice, enjoying the lilac-haired woman's struggles. She decided to play along by letting her get as near as possible, to the point where she could feel the liberation from her suffering, and then, would clamp down on her ankles by applying pressure with her feet, before pulling Michiko back further and letting her own body fall to the mat, such that would be in a kneeling position, with her hands still yanked back and held in a vice-grip!

Allison would hold on for a few moments, inflicting further punishment on her spine, before driving both her feet into the hotbed of pain and simultaneously release the wrists, forcing her to fall on her face. But since she was very close to the ropes, her upper body would be draped over the middle rope, head sticking out of the ring. She would follow it up by getting out of the ring and onto the apron, standing beside her downed opponent, and leaping up to drive her knee onto her head!

[CaptainL]

Ordinarily, Michiko would've been quite keen on giving Allison the closely matched action she was after. She was out to test what an unfamiliar opponent might be capable of, and to prove herself worthy of the challenge in the process - of course she was going to put forth her best effort. But that wasn't the easiest thing to do when Allison had hammered her back to the point where just moving too far in the wrong direction sent a stabbing pain down her spine! Her back was already sore, and as long as Allison kept targeting it, the damage would just build up more and more - and the more damage she took, the more it would limit her mobility, putting her at a disadvantage for the rest of the match. If Michiko wanted to stand a chance, she needed to get out of this, and fast!

Little by little, though, she was hauling herself over to the ropes, crawling on her stomach a little bit at a time - until finally, they were almost within her grasp. She could hardly believe it was actually working, but she wasn't about to turn back now! As she looked up, her eyes were twitching and watering, and her face was growing red under the pressure. But at least she was almost there - if she could push herself just a little further, enough to touch the ropes, she'd be free...

But right then, Allison dropped back - and yanked Michiko away, just inches from freeing herself! The lilac-haired woman threw her head back with a roar of pain. Not only had she been cut short at the last moment, but now that Allison was stretching her backward, she was being bent in an even more painful arc! Her body was being stretched as far as it could go - and with every inch, Michiko could feel a cold sweat running down her brow. For all she knew, her spine could snap at any moment!

Michiko was being stretched so far that when Allison released her, it was like the motion of a slingshot. She was slung forward into the ropes, ending up folded over them and stretching them beneath her weight. Her chest heaved in and out as she gasped for breath, and the world around her was spinning. She couldn't bring herself to move - just thinking about the pain in her spine made her whimper. She didn't know how soon she'd be ready to stand up straight...but Allison wouldn't give her the option to wait it out. In fact, just now, the brunette was getting out on the apron, prepared to ram her knee into her!

At that point, Michiko's survival instincts grasped her. She couldn't sit around and take the punishment any longer, she realized - she was already dangerously close to breaking down, and a solid blow to the head could only rattle her further. No matter how much her body ached, and no matter how much it hurt to move...she had to do something to save herself! Gritting her teeth and grabbing the ropes, she began to push herself up, her body trembling and wavering, but she locked her eyes on Allison nonetheless. Just as Allison was about to bring her knee down...Michiko would duck back through the ropes, so that Allison's knee would smash onto the apron!

[Hitman45]

Driving her legs into the back, which was probably in its worst shape slingshotted the torso of the lilac-haired woman onto the middle rope. Allison's confidence was now soaring through the roof, her offense having found Michiko severely lacking till now. There was a sense of inevitability that whatever she tried to do to her would hit the bullseye.

Arms spread wide, Allison sauntered around the ring for a lap,inviting applause from the people, who were eating up all the action happening in the squared circle."You all liked that didn't you? Enjoy it all! There is still work to do!" Allison spoke, the tone establishing her assertiveness in the ring. Majority of the fanatics were cheering for her, while some sections weren't pleased with how Allison had manhandled Michiko till now, making their feelings known in a chorus of boos, which was nothing compared to the positive responses.

Strutting towards Michiko, who was still draped over the middle rope, defenseless and in anguish, Allison would climb out of the ring with grace and positioned herself on the apron,just beside the lilac-haired woman's pretty face, which was a canvas of suffering. Allison planned to prolong it, looking at the crowd near the ramp. A lopsided smirk played on her rosy lips, indicating that nothing good was going to come out of this before looking over the presently feeble from of her opponent.

Allison leapt up, hoping to drive her knee onto the lilac-haired woman's skull for a knee drop, but somehow Michiko was able to find the will to move her torso after her back endured such a torment, and pulled herself back into the ring anf thereby completely evading the attack. Allison eyes widened middair, realising her knee was about to have a rather....unpleasant experience...

"AAAhhhh!" her lips, which had been pursed in a smirk, were spilt open to let out a cry. Allison had instinctively grabbed the middle rope, the moment her knee had rather spectacularly crashed onto the apron, her knee still bent in the positon of the knee-drop, while her other leg was precariously hanging freely. Allison knew that she couldn't fall to the floor right now, the said consequence would be nasty when she would have to pick herself up on a bad knee. Right now, there was only the jarring impact of the miscued drop on her mind as jolts of pain shot up her knee...

[CaptainL]

Michiko's back felt like it could collapse under its own weight at any moment. All she could do now was lay slumped over the middle rope, panting and groaning, her chest heaving in and out with every exhale. She knew she had to get back up - there was nothing good that could come from staying down when her opponent was still up and able to capitalize on her moment of vulnerability. And yet, Michiko didn't even know if she could make it. Every time she tried to will herself to push herself back to her feet, every time she thought she might be able to do it, another searing pain stabbed straight through her back, causing her to wince and groan. Allison had softened her up early into the match, and now she was grappling with the consequences. Not the best place to find herself.

Luckily for her, Allison saw fit to use this opportunity to flaunt. Michiko bit her lip and blushed as the brunette did a lap around the ring, keeping the attention on her - it was another sore reminder that she had fallen short, if Allison had the assurance she could do so without facing retribution. But it also meant Allison wasn't pressing the advantage - and that gave Michiko the chance to collect herself. She saw that Allison was gearing up for a knee drop, and she grit her teeth at the thought, knowing how much it was going to hurt if she let that hit. But she wouldn't let it hit - right before Allison had the chance, Michiko would jerk her head back, leaving her opponent to come crashing down onto the apron!

Her knee struck the apron with a loud clang, and with it came a roar of cheers from Michiko's fans, who were now seeing her about to make a comeback! The sight of her success was all she needed to find a newfound burst of energy. She jumped back to her feet with a proud grin on her face. She still rubbed at her back, which popped and shuddered as she straightened it back out - but now, Michiko could see that Allison was vulnerable, and this was her time to strike!

"I think it's about time I had my say," Michiko declared. With that, she whirled around and stuck out her leg, delivering a roundhouse kick square into Allison's back in an attempt to knock her off the ropes!

[Hitman45]

The crowd was boisterous, clearly enjoying this contest and their cheers rang throughout the packed arena seeing Michiko evading a probable concussive offense by the barest of margins. Allison on the other hand, was paying the price of the eveded attack, stuck over the apron supported by her impacted knee. "Ugh....Gaaaah!...Hooo...." The knee was acting up and weirdly so, with Allison not feeling anything for a moment followed by excruciating agony the next, almost as if the knee was having its own mood swings. "Haaa....the hell...Guhhh....is going on with my....Nghhh....Leg?
Allison's voice slightly quivered, groaning in various capacities in between her words.

She had expected the drop to connect with the utmost accuracy. She had expected Michiko to lie senselessly on the mat right now. She was so sure that the lilac-haired woman was a sitting duck and hers for the taking. But what she didn't count on was that Michiko was a formidable competitor, and won't fold so easily. The leg was hurting like hell and she wasn't able to get herself to think about her plight and to recover from it, which left her in jeopardy for the lithe wrestler to exploit, who, if able to soldier through the pain, would lick her lips at the opportunity that has been present to her on a golden platter...

And Michiko did not miss. A Roundhouse Kick, smashing into Allison's back with explicit precision, causing her to gasp in surprise and the pain which didn't mushroom immediately but escalated after a few moments. The jet-black haired woman's pupils dialated and her mouth open almost in an O-shape while crashing onto the apron flat on her face. Her nose collided into the hard surface, causing tears to rush out, blurring her vision before falling onto the floor, clutching her breathing inlet.

"AAAhhhh!....UUhhh..." Allison's brown orbs were sealed shut, still not over from the blow to the nose. Sure, her back was hurting and the kick had a great impact,but that seemed to have been overshadowed by the agony of her nose, which was a collateral damage. The brawler lay on her back, gently rolling to her sides was now Michiko's to exploit.