Allison Meets The Amazon

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Alaina grunted as she worked her way up to her feet and made her way to Allison. She shoved her back first against the turnbuckle and began smashing her with knee strikes to the mid-section as well as forearm smashes to the chest looking to repay the favor and soften Allison up hoping to leave her as a heap in the corner so Alaina could end this. She wasn't going to let herself be dominated by Allison and smear her title. She had to keep up being a dominant champion for the belt itself!

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"She is a champ..but still...how is she still getting away like this" Allison wondered in her mind, reeling from the miss of her dropkick to the Amazon's abs. The fact that Alaina was still willing to dodge attacks instead of tanking them was unbelievable, especially since that looked like the only option until the last moment. She couldn't ponder much about it however, with Alaina pulling her back up and slamming her back against the corner, eliciting a gasp out of her, from the surprise and the impact and her woes would be compounded, Alaina keen to return some of the goodness she had experienced by drilling her knees into her abs and smashing forearms against her chest!

"Agh! Uugh! Argh! Gaah! Augh!" Blow after blow landed successfully, her abs unable to resist anymore, from all the previous torment they had endured and just started to cave-in. But she wan't given any moment to process it because her chest would be struck and then her abs, all in a randomized manner, sending her pain receptors to overdrive, pushing her down and leaving her in a pile of wheezing, gasping and groaning mess...

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Alaina worked over Allison before grabbing her by the hair, shoving Allisons head between her legs. Alaina grabbed her around the waist looking to end things right here and now! The amazon lift Allison up and spun to face the center of the ring letting out a shout as she sent Allison down with an amabomb! Alaina would fold her over and pin her down to the mat pressing Allison down in an immediate pinning position afterward!

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

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Alaina's forearms and knees dug deep into their intended areas, the forearms adorned with sheen from the taxing affair greeting Allison's generous and now-reddened chest with wet slap sounds, the knees to the abdomen digging deep into the defenseless, battered abdominals and leaving her gasping for breath against the bottom ropes.

Whimpers emanated out when her hair was pulled and then the head was shoved between the powerful thighs of the busty Amazon, and Allison immediately knew what was coming. The ace in the hole, the Trump card, the move that had the impact to decide the fate of the match — AMABOMB! Should Alaina go through with this maneuver successfully, it was lights out for the raven-haired middleweight!

Allison's head spun being lifted into the Powerbomb carry, the cranial fluid doing it's best to maintain the Equilibrium. But there wasn't much, if any, time to wallow about double vision or a foggy mind. The only response she could muster was ramming her elbows against the skull of the Amazon, Enough for the raven-haired woman to descend down hopefully. As soon as this long-shot of a response would come to fruition, Allison would swiftly dig her fist deep into Alaina's mushed abs, the certainty being absolute that it would go all the way without resistance; following it up with a left hook to the face.

These two hits in theory could create distance between them owing to Aliana being stunned or dazed, and Allison was going to take full advantage of that by trying to pull off a move of her own, wobbling backwards to bounce off against the cables to pick up speed, and rush at Alaina, leaping up at the last minute to connect her foot to her face for her signature, the Concussion!

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Alaina thought she had Allison right where she wanted her, but the hard shots to the head made Alaina stumble as Allison dropped leaving Alaina wobbling on her feet, her limp legs seemingly barely able to keep her up. Alaina shook her head and saw Allison running right at her. This wasn't going to end like this, no way...

Alaina ducked low as Allison leapt at her moving to the side. Allisons foot went past Alaina's head and now Alaina grabbed her around her legs lifting up and holding Allison up on her shoulders back in position for the amabomb! This time there was no stopping Alaina as she lift Allison high then sent her crashing to the mat quickly following up by laying across her chest, tightly hooking a leg while the pin count began!

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

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The fists dug in sweetly and Alaina responded as Allison wanted. It had gone well till this point, so it was understandable that the signature strike would also meet it's mark,right? That's what Allison though too, bouncing off the ropes and charging towards the weary Amazon, absolutely certain that this moment was the final nail in the coffin. And....it was, just not for Allison.

Her eyes, sparkling with optimism and clarity widened to one of surprise and panic, when Alaina ducked. Yes, ducked. Now that her foot just grazed the air, Alaina wasn't harmed and infact, used their positoning to clench the raven-haired woman's legs and transition it into a Powerbomb carry!

"Nononono...AUUUGHHHH!!!...Haaa.." A shrill cry, followed by a strangled gasp, like breath caught in the throat.

Allison's torso hit the mat, the shocks and tremors rippling through mat like an explosion. Amabomb may have the word 'bomb' embedded in it, but it was actually like a bomb, the sound resonating all around the room, nothing short of a blast.

Alaina draping across her and hooking her leg up was all that was needed to see this was the end. Allison's couldn't get herself to move. Her body was winded and drained of strength. The head was woozy and eyes were open partially, to see the read strands of the Amazon's fiery hair covering her face. Legs dragged weakly, almost imperceptibly, as she let out a wheeze when Alaina began the count.

There wasn't any effort to kick out or even get the shoulder up. Not that Allison didn't try, but the Amabomb had lived up to it's fabled name and blew her and her chances right out of the water.

THREE!!!

Allison's eyes shut slowly, letting the feeling of the loss sink in. The agony still coursed through her, punctuated by the winces and groans filling the ring after the conclusion, added to which was the ragged breathing and the gnawing ache all over the espanse of her back....

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Alaina won. She felt like she was just in a title match. Against a middleweight near-rookie. Alaina gasped and staggered up stumbling to the ropes and leaning. Was she losing a step this close to 50? The past year she felt like she needed more recovery time than before and this spar made her doubt herself. Was she really losing so much that a middleweight rookie could push the LAW Heavyweight Champion so hard so easily? Alaina shook her head, maybe she just went in overconfident and was caught off guard?

Allison had nearly had her and it took everything Alaina had to come out on top. Part of her really wanted to step into the ring with Allison in an official match, standard or otherwise. "Wow... you really went all out huh?" Alaina said hoping that was indeed the case. "You almost had me a few times.." A worn out Alaina continued.

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Allison lay on the mat sprawled over and breathing raggedly. The Amabomb sucked out all the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath, which she found in mouthfuls, after Alaina, who was battered and weary herself, pulled away following the successful pinfall, thus concluding this hotly contested affair. Slowly but surely, every passing moment saw air starting to work its way back into her windpipe, the irregular breaths accompanied by desperate gasps reduced to heavy undulations.

"Mmnhh..Ungh..Aahn.." The eyelids parted fully to reveal the pupils taking in all the bright lights, causing Allison to squint and adjust her vision. Her hair, disheveled and stickly, lay sprawled about haphhazardly. Running her hand through the hair, the raven-haired woman turned her head to the side, to see Alaina leaning against the ropes, the match having clearly taken its toll on her. Her abs, having been pounded and punished whenever they got in the crosshairs, were the most prominent feature, appearing marred with bruises and patches of black blue."Hehe..Oww.."A sly smirk crept up her lips seeing their state. She was damn proud of the work done to them!

The match, even though was just a spar, was anything but. Both competitors, atleast Allison was sure about herself— went into this to get a result out, not for a workout or a practice. Not many could say that they sparred against Alaina and pushed her this far, and Allison, though had lost, was happy with her effort. She was presented with a premium opportunity and she seized it with both hands, dragging this exhausting, gruelling spar down the wire.

Alaina's question got Allison, who managed to get to a seated position, still rubbing her sore back and wincing; to her head towards the Amazon."Unngh...I like to think...oww...I gave it..mmmh...my best shot...Ouch!"A wince ended her response. "And...agh.." Allison tried to rise up on her feet by rolling on her stomach and using the nearby ropes to pull herself up, which was nearby to where Alaina was leaning."Thank you for that...mmh...Means a lot...haah..coming from you...". Now, Allison would look the Amazon in her eyes "Tell me...oof..Alaina, did you...ouch...give it your all in this fight or did you...go..easy one me...maybe because I am a newbie?"

This was a question that Allison had been meaning to ask after their spar. Maybe Alaina had another gear to find but she relented, or she had thought going into this as a spar. The raven-haired woman didn't have any hard feelings if Alaina did do that. She was a Heavyweight Champ, she had every right to preserve her condition and not wear herself out. Fighting in a spar, that too against a rookie certainly wasn't an occassion to give it her all. But, on the off chance that Allison did force Alaina to her limits fight to the best of her abilities, she would be on the moon, exhilarated by the fact that she took the fight to a Legendary Champ and almost ran away with it!

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Alaina stayed leaning against the ropes and shook her head. "I never thought someone I never heard of would come in and dominate against me like that. I gave it my all and nothing seemed to slow you down." Alaina said. "I wasn't sure if I was just slowing down or what, but I threw everything I had at you. I had to amabomb you to keep you down, I can't remember the last time that happened in a gym for a spar." Alaina said. Deep down Alaina felt like this was a huge red flag. She couldn't help but think that her age was finally catching up to her. The recovery time from matches, workouts and the work she had to put in to maintain this look let alone even think of improving it already had her feeling like the signs were there for her to retire.

She couldn't help but think that this was yet another sign. How much longer did she have for her reign and after that how much longer did she have after she turned 50 in the next few months before she was done for good?

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Hearing Alaina speaking earnestly in response to Allison's question got a gentle sigh of relief from her. A light shade of red appeared over the cheeks, from the overwhelmingly postive response in regards to her own performance and the affirmation that Alaina had indeed taken this fight with seriousness boosted her morale off the scale. She was built to compete, or atlest stand a chance against the best and at the upper echelons after all, it seemed.

"I uhhh...." Allison trailed off, sheepishly darting her around, looking to find words.

"Thank you Alaina, for coming into this spar with the same intensity as your matches." Allison took a deep breath, to compose herself; partly from the nagging ache from the fight and to speak in a more coherent manner.

"You know? I thought that maybe this match would have been over a lot earlier than expected. Maybe I wasn't sure about my abilities to compete against the greatest or because of the awe of sharing the ring with you" Allison ran her hand through her stick hair to adjust it."But I can now say that maybe I CAN hold my own against the big girls of this promotion. And...you say that you had to throw the kitchen sink at me to put me down. But what about you? The fact that you gave it back as hard as you took it , deep into this match, is far more commendable than mine."

A chuckle escaped her lips as she looked down at the mat for a moment, gently shaking her as if she was in disbelief."You managed to lift me up and throw me down more times than I can count, and that too after I specifically targeted your arms! They truly are machines" Allison slowly brought her finger up to poke at the biceps of the Amazon.

"You actually pulled a rabbit out of the hat at the end. How else can i explain Concussion getting transitioned into an Amabomb!?" The raven-haired was still clearly amazed by that maneuver, letting that moment sink in."You may be touching the half-a-century, but I see no signs of slowling down...."

The adrenaline from the fight was starting to wear off, and now, Allison was feeling it in her legs, which quivered from staying still for so long. A bench near the exercise equipment came to view, which prompted her to look at the Amazon. "Wanna take a seat? My feet are beggin for a respite...Ooofff" Her eyes gestured at Alaina's to point to the bench, a weary groan ending her sentence...