Busting the Midsection: Ryukyu Vs Allison 'Avalanche' Ford

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Ryukyu clutched her belly as she gasped and staggered from the impact, she feared it would cost her movement which turned out to be the case. Her expression changed to one of complete horror as soon as Allison grabbed her by the neck, her opponent so far had shown great confidence and now that she had received a taste of her true power, a sea of agony was about to begin for the Japanese.

As soon as the first knee landed, the force of it felt as if it was about to pierce her. And that would only be the first knee, she would immediately receive one and another and another, making Ryukyu fall into a sea of agony while her body gradually began to become flaccid.

Ryukyu knew that she did not tolerate the blows well, but Allison turned out to be stronger than she thought, the saliva was even beginning to bubble up in her mouth, a sign of the breath she was losing with each blow. Even if Ryukyu wanted to escape somehow from this series of blows, she could not do anything in the position she was in, if this continued it was inevitable that her body would fall fragile and inert on the canvas.

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The early inroads in the match were made by the brawler, who was meeting her knee with Ryukyu's firm but not battle-hardened stomach with glee, enjoying every wheeze and cry escaping out of her novice competitor. Her stomach wasn't putting up any resistance, caving in as if it were made of cotton.

"Now you see, kid? You got to get your head in the game. This stomach of yours may make me feel good from the love I am showering it with, but you won't be able to get far without learning to protecting it" Allison spoke in a pleasant undertone, despite her actions being on the complete opposite ends of 'pleasant'; as she kept hammering away at the green-haired woman's defenseless belly, knowing that she would be in too much distress to comprehend what was being said, in hopes that this match would be an education for her.

Satisfied with the progress made in working over her opponent's midsection, Allison would now gently pull her battered torso up and get too close to her proximity, almost making their breasts smoosh. Allison would even tenderly grind her toned abs against the more defined and prominent ones of Ryukyu, while nudhing her backwards until she leaned her athletic frame against the cornerpost.

Allison would take a couple of steps back in a leisurely pace and would roll her right shoulder in a clockwise rotation, her eyes narrowed and a sly smirk playing on her lips. She would charge at Ryukyu swiftly to rattle her further with a Clothesline aimed at her chest!

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Ryukyu groans trying to clutch her stomach as she staggers backwards, trying to catch her breath. “Ahhg! GUGH!... Hoogh!” she mumbles through her teeth, the sweat on her forehead shooting out onto the floor. Ryukyu was getting flabbier and flabbier with each blow Allison delivered to her battered abdomen, she could only writhe from the pain that was starting to run through her entire body, as each puff of air was expelled through her nose and mouth at each knee strike.

After a good dozen blows, Allison would finally stop her intense round. Grabbing Ryukyu and slowly pulling her back towards one of the ring's turnbuckles, sticking to the Japanese woman's softened body. As Allison charges towards her with the clothesline, Ryukyu leaned forward in pain, taking the full impact on her face.

Ryukyu's involuntary action caused her to be hit even harder with the clothesline, and she would fall to the canvas with her whole world spinning around until she was in total darkness. It was like the spitting image of the expression of falling like a sack of potatoes.

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Ryukyu, as hoped, did not put up any fight when Allison rammed into her to smack her face with a vicious clothesline, seemingly enjoying the way the greenette was bending to the brawler's whims and putting her midsection up on a platter for Allison to dine, which she was doing with relish. Ryukyu was looking completly out of her depth here and each blow to her midsection only brought the impending sense of defeat closer.

Allison had already dealt considerable beating to the green-haired woman's stomach and was now about really batter the region, by lifting her limp body and position her in such a way that her head and shoulders were draped over the middle rope and the legs were sticking out of the middle-rope adjacent to it, leaving her wounded torso open and vulnerable.

Using the top-rope to boost herself up, Allison would leap and bring down her legs crashing down onto Ryukyu's stomach in a Foot Stomp! using the ropes as a springboard!

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The clothesline had left the Japanese woman beside herself, with her body numb to the brutal beating she ended up receiving from Allison. As she was carried and placed on the ropes, Ryukyu slowly opened her mouth letting out some moans and soft grunts of pain. Ryukyu's eyes opened slowly as she gave himself room to catch her breath, her vision was somewhat blurry and she looked forward.

You could barely make out Allison's figure, but even though Ryukyu tried, she couldn't move from her spot. She was trapped and served on a silver platter for Allison to stomp hard on her softened abdomen, letting out a dry cough followed by a sweet sound of gasps and moans. "Nnngh!... Y-you... Cogh!" Ryukyu couldn't finish speaking, she was too hurt and out of breath to do so.

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Allison rolled back onto her feet after crashing and caving in Ryukyu's belly, to the applause and winces of the crowd. The people may love the domination and assertion of a wrestler, but they also do sympathise with the fallen one and that was the case with Ryukyu. The raven-haired woman meanwhile was unfazed, her eyes not leaving Ryukyu's form and bent down to lift her up, which was quite difficult when trying to pull up an uncooperating woman, writhing in pain.

Gently was the greenette hauled up and dragged to the nearby ropes and Allison tangled her arms around the top-rope such that she wouldn't fall down and then, the raven-haired woman would take off in the opposite direction and bounce off the ropes. This move should spell the doom for her inexperienced opponent, as Allison came charging at her to ram her shoulder into the belly for a Spear!

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“Aaaagh!” Ryukyu moans, feeling the impact of Allison’s shoulder crashing into her stomach. She gasps for air and doubles over in pain, clutching her abdomen. Gritting her teeth, the Japanese woman collapses face first into the ring limply, as she struggles to catch her breath.

She knows she’s in a vulnerable position right now, but she’s not ready to give up just yet.

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With every excruciating shot that Ryukyu bore, her will to fight and stay in this match ebbed away which Allison was sure about. Pushing herself back up after decimating the greenette with another of her belly-focused maneuver, the raven-haired woman was greeted with the satisfying sight of Ryukyu curled up and squirming in agony. "Hmmm....I guess, this is it.." Allison mused, head cocked to the side as she looked down over Ryukyu's form and proceeded to lift her up.

Her eyes wandered over the sea of spectators present in the arena who were given a subtle nod by the in-control raven-haired woman, who would attempt to position the inexperienced greenette's head between her legs, while she faced away from her and simultaneously hooking both her arms from underneath that's of Ryukyu in an Underhook hold. Allison was almost certain about the outcome of this action and would drop down, driving Ryukyu's head into the mat with a leap, thus bringing to the fore her Signature Maneuver, the Reverse Underhook Facebuster, or as she liked to call it, the Plane Crash!

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“Aaaahhh!” Ryukyu screamed as she felt her head being pulled into her opponent’s underhook and her arms trapped behind her. The pain in her neck and back was excruciating as she was forced to submit to the reverse underhook Facebuster. Ryukyu knew this was the end for her, but just before she had a moment to think about giving up, her voice was muffled against the mat.

With one final yank, Allison brought Ryukyu down with a crushing impact, her face pressed against the cold, hard surface of the wrestling ring. The crowd roared as the Japanese woman lay there, stunned and defeated.

Allison stood over her, victorious and triumphant. With Ryukyu’s pathetic, unconscious, limp form at her feet.

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That's it, the fight was done, it was over. Ryukyu's daylights got knocked out after having her face smashed under Allison's rear and the mat. The audience collective gasps echoed throughout the dome, astonished by the way the raven-haired woman managed to steamroll through this contest, which wasn't much of a contest to begin with. Sure, the greenette tried her best to dole out a few hits, but lacked conviction to pull them off. Now, she lay there, out of it and at Allison's mercy.

"Oh yeah...can't go for a pin just like that...Need to go for a belly shot to finish things off, right? Let's see ...." Her gaze wandered around, while leaning more on a leg with her weight hanging on one hip, languid and relaxed, until her eyes fell on the cornerposts. It had been quite a while since had taken a aerial route and smirked audibly, proceeding to mount the post, one turnbuckle at a time. She had all the time in the world, now that her opponent was unresponsive.

Once perched atop, Allison would rise up, for a brief moment stay still and then leap, curling in middair as she fast approached Ryukyu's midsection, only to expand her body taut, slamming across her belly for a Frog Splash!, and immediately go for the inevitable pin.

"ONE!!"

"TWO!!"