Michiko Shimizu vs. Allison Ford

[CaptainL]

Michiko's entire body ached. Every muscle felt heavy, and the sweat was dripping down along her skin as she hung upside-down from the ropes, her lavender hair splayed out on the mat beneath her now tangled and wet with perspiration. By all means, she could well have been finished here and now - she had been pushed to the utmost limits of her strength, and she could barely find it in her to go on. But that still wouldn't be enough for Allison. Soon enough, the raven-haired woman charged for Michiko, ramming her shoulder squarely into her midsection - and there, Michiko threw back her head and bellowed in pain as the sound of a wet smack rang through the air!

All the air was crushed out of Michiko, and she sank lower. Her body was deflating under its own weight; as the slack set into her legs and hips, they began to press the breath from her lungs. Her eyes were half-lidded, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. But even if the world around her was spinning, blurry, and seemed to be tilting back and forth like a boat tossed on the water, there was still one thing Michiko was well aware of. She wasn't the only one hurting - Allison was on her last legs, too! She could see how her opponent struggled to rise, and how she needed to pull on the ropes just to right herself. Every move Allison made was draining her. And that was enough to bring a smile, however tired, to Michiko's face. Allison, for as tough as she was, wasn't invincible. And if Michiko kept this up, she still had a chance to take her down!

Michiko wouldn't have long to think on such things. Allison was weary, but she would still strike back, as she grabbed the Japanese woman and fell back, raising her knees so that they'd collide with Michiko's spine! The lilac-haired girl winced as she found herself in freefall, only able to imagine what would happen to her next. When she fell on top of Allison's knees, she cried out in pain, thrown forward onto her face as she landed with a thud. Once again, that blow had knocked the air out of her lungs and left her gasping and panting. She fell heavy against the mat, sinking into the canvas. But she still looked back over her shoulder just in time to see Allison grab for her.

And it was right then that Michiko decided she wouldn't let her win that easily! Just then, she suddenly ducked to the side, trying to get out from under her foe before she could catch her! That would surely leave Allison at a loss for words, not expecting such a deft escape...and that, in turn, would buy Michiko some time. Michiko would try to roll onto Allison's back - and, while Allison's arm was in front of her, she'd grab for it and twist it behind her back for a hammerlock!

[Hitman45]

"Auugh!...Aaah...Uff..Gaah!" Even though it was Michiko, whose spine got smashed against the knees and hit the mat like a log, Allison too felt the toll of the maneuver with her own back slamming hard against the mat to execute it. The fight had gotten to a point where, it did not matter who was taking the hits and who was dishing them out; both competitors suffered, either from physically feeling the effects of the attack or from the fervent consumption of their final rivulets of energy reserves. Allison too fell prey to this very phenomenon.

Her back arched slightly up to relieve some of the seething ache, and the knuckles were clenched tight. Allison's face, embodying distress contorted to a grimace and hissed continually releasing sharp bursts of hot humid air out with each arduous exhale. It wouldn't have been far off to think the raven-haired woman was the one who took the blow. A few moments passed in this predicament, the rapid injection of pain starting to dull, which allowed Allison to settle back, albeit with caution,making sure to press her back, and not drop it, so as to not let the ache surface again, letting it linger in the depths.

Michiko, on the other hand was obviously worse off of the two, having had the knees stab into her back like a stake. She lay on her stomach, trying to guzzle any form of air thanks to it being being flushed out due to the move. Both competitors, lay still for what seemed to be an eternity and the raucous mob, having been spoilt by the fast-paced and dopamine-heavy action started to grow impatient, resulting in exasperated groans and shouting for the show to move on.

"Heh...aagh...how..punchable...some of them..are looking right now..." Allison mused, though the mere movement of lips somehow seemed to have upset her body again, casuing her to wince and grit her teeth in between the words.

Though she couldn't focus on the petulant tantrums of the people for long and knew she had to push on , thus shifting the focus back on the splayed lilac-haired woman. Allison rolled onto her stomach, just like Michiko after taking a deep breath and used her elbows to crawl and cover the short space between them. But little did she know, that extra time she had spent wallowing in her own pain, would come to haunt her and that too in a spectacular fashion, which caught even the impatient crowd by surprise, who swiftly changed their ture to the default cheers and chants!

Having hoped to trap Michiko in a Crossface Clutch, Allison painstakingly made way towards her, only to be thwarted in her attempts by the lilac-haired woman, who by some miracle manage to evade Allison's clammy hands from coiling around, and instead snaked up behind her, pulled one of her arms behind and clecnched into a Hammerlock, turning the fight on its head!

"Wha—...Aaah!..Augh...Hssss...Arrgh!!" the raven-haired woman eyes bulged wide, from shock and from the way her arm was being enervated and twisted with all of Michiko's might, who appeared to have gone all in for this reversal...

[CaptainL]

There was still a dull, aching throb running through Michiko's back - the memory of the blow had been imprinted on her body. Even trying to move an inch would only reawaken the pain. One of her eyes was squeezed shut, and the other twitched nervously as her teeth were locked together in a grimace. Her face was red, and the sweat on her skin glistened in the light. And yet...Michiko knew, deep inside her soul, that she couldn't be done. Not yet. Not now. She knew, from how heavily she had hit the mat, that the toll on Allison's body was proving to be just as hard as that on her own. To even set up the moves Allison was trying to set up would put no shortage of strain on her. She was vulnerable - she could still be overcome! Whatever victory came was going to be a narrow one indeed. But if Michiko could will herself to keep up the fight, however hard that might be, this whole match could still be saved!

And then, just as Allison leaned in to land what should well have been the killing blow...it happened. Michiko knew this was her chance! In a burst of energy born of opportunity, she darted around Allison's back to get behind her! The whole arena burst out into a cheer at the sight alone - the fact that Michiko still had it in her to fight on was enough to rally them behind her! And when she heard that cheer, Michiko held her head higher, a smile breaking out across her face. She might have been exhausted, but she still had hope. Everyone had faith in her, and that gave her faith in herself. Yes, she thought - she could do it. They all believed in her! And she was going to carry on that spirit and make them proud!

"Alright, everyone!! Let's go!" Drawing on another roar from the fans, Michiko brought her feet against the mat beneath her, going to get a good footing. From there, she would shove herself back up to her full height - she wobbled on an unsteady stance, threatening to slip and fall from the fatigue in her body, but she would force herself up nonetheless, even if she had to hold onto Allison to do so! She wavered to one side and then the other, like a dizzy drunk...but if she had come this far, she had to keep going! She hooked her arms underneath Allison's own; if she could do that, she'd throw herself backward with a battle cry, trying to launch her to the mat with a tiger suplex!

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[Hitman45]

The back started to act up again upon the hard contact against the mat. What Allison had attempted was certainly a double-edged sword, but she did not expect it to be so raft and nasty, atleast not as soon, as it managed to surface. And to Allison's chagrin, it wasn't a constant gnawing ache, but rather a fleeting caress, merely tickling the surface to agitate before retreating to the depths, only to spring back up and thus continuing this cycle over and over.

Add to the fact that the people were less than pleased about the sudden drop-off in the action and intensity and Allison could already hear the murmurs of exasperation and discontent spewing about, much to her annoyance. The people sure loved their injection of dopamine evevry other second. Muttering under her breath about them, the raven-haired woman tore her gaze away from them and towards her opponent, noticing the subtle twitches every time the body undulated.

She wasn't keen on getting back on her feet just yet, her back still complaning and so, wanted to try work with what was feasible at the moment which in her mind was the Crossface. Dragging herself towards the prone form of the lilac-haired woman, a shaky inhale accompanying every centimeter of distance she toiled through, Allison was just about to lay her perspiration-laden hands over Michiko when she rolled to the side, just enough to be out of Allison's reach!

Allison's initial shock seeing her opponent still not out of it gave way to the harrowing realisation that she was stretched out from extending her arms too much, and that her worn down body was in no position to move even an inch....which worked into Michiko's favour, who managed to pull herself behind the hurting and knackered woman to trap her arm...

The hold over her twisted arm stayed for a few agonising moments, moments filled with haggard groans and breathless gasps, until it wasn't. Allision let out a sigh, immediately bringing her bent arm closer to clutch it, the question of the sudden release hovering in the back of her head. And that would be answer almost immediately. Allison's eyes bulged wide from being pulled up, the mat getting farther and farther away every second, until she rested on her own two feet, albeit with a wobble here, a quiver there but standing upright, thanks to the lilac-haired woman attached to her back.

"AAAGGHHH!!!.....Unngh...." What followed was an unbelievable feat of determination and spirit. Poetry in motion.

Her arms were hooked tight, the sweat smeared limbs of both almost fusing together like glue and Allison was lifted off of her feet in a backwards motion, her muscles tightening a moment later. A loud thud, followed by her throaty scream and silence....usurped by the pandemonium in the stands! Michiko, despite all the punishment her back had borne throughout this slugfest pulled off a maneuver that no one could have expected, least of all Allison, whose pupils had been dilated the moment she got hauled up, the parting of her lips as the lilac-haired woman bent back in a graceful arc which summed up what almost all of the people in the packed dome were feeling at the moment.

Allison's motionless posture after the maneuver was a sight for the admirers of a woman's rear, such was the way she lay plonked — face towards the turnbuckles on the mat and legs being tucked close to her stomach from the feet being trapped in between the top and the middle ropes! There wasn't any particular expression marred out over her countenece that could be made out. She was looking out of it, devoid of even an iota of expression. Eyes shut, lips parted in a slit to reveal her upper teeth and the occassional fluttering of the chest from the shaky breaths, flaring nostrils due to the same actions; these physical tells were indicative of the raven-haired woman still in this, though in very dire straits now...

[CaptainL]

By all metrics, it shouldn't have been possible. After the grueling intensity of this match and the punishment she had endured up to this point, Michiko's back should have been ready to cave in - and her muscles should've given out on her at any moment. Even if she did escape punishment at Allison's hands, there was no way she would've had the strength left in her to turn this match around. In most situations, that was a sentiment Michiko would have agreed with...but this one was very different! Michiko knew, from all the thunderous cheers that went through the arena every time she landed a hit, from all the boos that accompanied every move from Allison, that the fans were rallied behind her. They were all depending on her. And she wanted to give them what they were here for! That determination had brought on a surge of adrenaline - and that adrenaline was carrying her through a comeback!

When Michiko found the strength in her to haul Allison up into the air, many a gasp could be heard in the crowd. It seemed unthinkable that she would still have it in her to bear such a load - but she was making it work! With every inch Michiko pulled Allison higher, stretching her back further and holding herself taller, the fans were getting more and more fired up at the sight of her incredible feat of strength - and when she hurled her foe down into the mat a moment later, the cheers and stomping of feet could've been mistaken for an earthquake!

Michiko picked herself back up, only for her balance to immediately give way. Under the strain she'd put on herself, she fell to her knee, her face contorted in a scowl of agony. She cried out from the pain in her back, bringing a hand back behind her to rub at it. It hurt - she didn't know how much more she could endure. But more importantly, Michiko had brought Allison down - and now, she had her in position to move in for the kill! When she looked up, the sight of Allison slumped motionless against the canvas was a sight that gave her hope!

Storming after Allison, Michiko first hauled the raven-haired woman's legs off of the ropes. Then, she slammed each leg down against the canvas, knee-first, one by one - it was to keep Allison from claiming a rope break, but also to cripple her legs in case she wanted to make an escape! After that, Michiko laid down on top of Allison, her chest pushing against the back of her head as she got into position. Moving closer, she sat up and brought her legs around Allison's arms to hold them still - and then, she hooked her fingers around the underside of her jaw, yanking her head back to put her in a camel clutch! It was time Allison's back started taking some damage!

[Hitman45]

It took a while for Allison to stir back to her senses, and actually be aware of what the status of the fight currently was. Eyes twitched open, but weren't overwhelmed by the intensity of the ceiling spotlights owing to the rather suggestive positioning of her lower body, leaving her butt prominent with a glossy sheen from the lights bouncing off of them. The hair was a mess, with the long locks laying sprawled around and over her face disorderly with streaks of perspiration besmearing the skin wherever the strands rested.

Michiko wasn't faring too well after her daring maneuver and therefore wasn't immediately present to pounce on such oppotunity, and this was a boon for the raven-haired woman, whose back was in doldrums at present with even a simple chore of inhaling contorting her face in a wince. Her head too had taken a large chunk of the slam and the hurt was spread all over her skull, leaving her in a daze and the arms were splayed to the side with part of the right hand suspended out of the ring. She tried to lift her head but a stabbing ache put an end to that effort and so did the moment of her trapped legs, which were starting to go a bit numb at the base of the feet from the lack of blood flow.

The people were going absolutely mad in the stands, cheering and applauding for the lilac-haired woman in throngs and that kind of sputtered Allison back to life, the magnitude of their decibels clearing out her ringing ears. About to embark on the arduous journey of untangling herself from this pickle, Michiko gave her a helping hand by unhooking the legs, much to the raven-haired woman's relief which soon shifted when she revealed her true intentions, by first crashing both her knees into the mat one by one!

"AAAhhh!! GAAhhhh!!" Allison crumpled to the mat with a scream, which was already laborious to get over after having eating the Suplex.

The knees hurt like hell and in this final stages, with her body having suffered so much already, the feeling only increased tenfold, leaving her to clutch both knees with a whimper. Michiko though, wouldn't let Allison wallow too much and rolled her onto the stomach before snaking up onto the back, to which Allison cried out having seen her spine put through the bender today and it was now going to reach the apex when the lilac-haired woman yanked her head back for a Camel-Clutch!

"AUUUUGHHH!!....AAARRRRHHHH!!!!" The shrieks rang throughout the whole arena, who were now on the edge of their seats, sensing the match about to conclude anytime now and Allison looked to be entrapped in a hold that was to be the unscalable hurdle. Her spine was being stretched into an unnatural arc and the pressure extended throughout the whole body, with the raven-haired woman gritting her teeth with all her might, huffing in between to try and hold on just enough to wiggle out of this death knell of a submissions maneuver. But that was looking highly unlikely at present, with Michiko having a vice grip over her head and the body in stasis locked in a hold that was devastating to her very core...

[CaptainL]

It was a small miracle that Michiko even had it in her to pull off a move like this after all the damage she had taken and the strain on her back. But nevertheless, the lilac-haired woman was undeterred. She had made a promise to the world to fight to her fullest and to let her full potential shine through every time she got in the ring, and she didn't believe in accepting defeat unless she had no other option! When she saw that Allison had gone down hard, that gave Michiko hope that she just might be able to win this yet. And that hope propelled her forward - as she pulled Allison's feet out of the ropes, only to slam her knees against the mat, one after the other!

The crowd was cheering for Michiko every step of the way, and she looked back up at them with a grin, shaking her now-ragged ponytail back over her shoulder to get a better look. But this was only the first part of her plan - she needed to get Allison softened up for what would follow, when she clamored on top of her opponent's back and yanked back at her chin with all her might! Allison was being twisted back in a painful arc - and Michiko wouldn't dare let go. Not now!

Michiko's teeth were clenched in a grimace, and her brow furrowed under the strain she was taking upon herself. Sweat cascaded down her reddened face, and her knuckles went white. The position she had Allison in already just wasn't enough - she could do better! "RRRGH!!" Summoning whatever strength she still had left in her, she would wrench Allison's head back even further, trying to get her to break! As Michiko moved, she felt a rippling pain shoot through her spine, causing her to hiss under her breath. She had taken no small amount of damage herself in this match. But she just needed Allison to be the one to break first!

[Hitman45]

When Michiko pulled Allison's legs out of the corner post to lay her flat, Allison looked a mess, physically which was there for the people to see and mentally as well. There wasn't much going on inside the head at that point, just a sensation of floating in murky waters without any perception of direction or awareness. A spike of pain pulled her out of it and the constant throbbing of her upper back kept from being subdued again. Her muscles, sore from being whacked throughout and aching twitched and tightened randomly throughout the body, which was layed out for Michiko.

The Camel Clutch that followed was nothing short of excruciating and the lilac-haired woman apparently looked to feed off of the energy if the crowd who were rallying behind her to take this fight to its much awaited conclusion. Allison's back thus was being yanked beyond its natural limits and the clamping of the chin to maintain the hold sought to suppress her cries, which would have definitely shook the arena had she been left to scream freely. Sweat dripped down her face, along with the strands of her raven locks sticking across, the soaked nature of the hair showing how much had gone into this fight from both sides. Even gulping down her saliva felt like a ordeal from the inner apparatus of the throat pushing again the skin and the liquid caressing each pore of the interior of the throat with care before going down.

But all was not lost for Allison. Not yet atleast. As much as she was in the crutches of a submission that could potentially end the match, Michiko wasn't appearing to be in the condition to hold on much longer, which became clear when she pulled much harder and cried out at the same time. She was close to relenting and Allison had to act fast. "GGAAHHH!!"That yank might have gotten her to squeal and writhe, but also reinforced her belief that the hold was breachable. Taking a deep shaky breath, Allison tried to get a hold of both of Michiko's shins, from over her thighs where the raven-haired woman's arms lay trapped and would attempt to pull on them, in hopes of rendering Michiko out of balance and fall on her rear or the back...

[CaptainL]

It was a small miracle that Michiko even had it in her to use the camel clutch at this point. She'd been stretched, slammed, and struck so many times in this match that her skin was splotched with bruises, and her joints felt like they could collapse at any moment under the weight of fatigue. And yet, she wasn't giving up. Michiko still held that burning desire to win, to conquer, in her, and she wasn't going to allow anything to stand in the way of triumph. Even if a miracle was the only thing keeping her going, she would take that miracle! With a burst of energy born out of desperation, she rolled on top of her raven-haired foe and grabbed at her chin, cranking back at her head as hard as she could! Her teeth clenched and her brow furrowed - she needed to put every ounce of concentration and focus into this one moment. Allison couldn't escape. Not now!

But Michiko wasn't invincible - and, over the course of such a long and grueling match, the gradual wear and tear could do just as much damage as one good solid move. She could feel her joints begin to waver, threatening to give way as her sore muscles sagged and buckled. Michiko's face contorted in a wince - she couldn't allow it to happen now. She couldn't let go. She needed to hold this out until Allison had no choice but to surrender; it was the only way!

And yet, Allison herself was clutching to hope with a tenacious grip. She too thought that she still had a chance - and, in fact, she was going for it! It was just then that Michiko felt the pressure on her legs - Allison had managed to reach around and grab onto them, compromising the balance of her hold! She let out a gasp, and she cranked back harder at Allison's jaw with another firm yank to try and halt her escape - but it was no use. The hold had already slipped just enough so that Allison could pull Michiko's legs free!

With her balance compromised, Michiko went toppling over to the side, letting go of Allison and flopping against the canvas. At the sight of such a reversal, the arena broke out into cheers - Allison had snatched victory when it seemed all was lost! Gasping and panting, her face red and wet with sweat, Michiko tried to gulp the air back into her lungs. She tried to push herself up off the ground, to get back to her feet, to carry on fighting. But nothing worked. Her own body was too heavy, and the weight was holding her down! She could barely budge!

[Hitman45]

The pain radiating from every nook and cranny of Allison's arched form was nothing short of excruciating. The weight of the lilac-haired woman plopped on her rear and the distortion of the spine using the seating postion as a lever culminated into an explosion of white-hot agony that forced guttural screams and searing cries to rip through her throat, atleast intially after which all of those instinctive reactions were suppressed by the airtight clamp fastened under her chin using interlocked hands.

"Aaammphh...UUUaaaphph..." Everytime Allison tried to open her mouth to wail, the clamp to the chin made sure to not let the extensive decibels see the light of the day at any cost and this repeated a few more times, until the joints of her jaw tired out and reducing the efforts to mere whines and whimpers. The feet weakly streeled against the mat marred with splotches of a profuse amount of perspiration ejected out of both the women, who were the manifestation of a scruffy mess, with Allison in particular, the possession of long raven locks spilled over about randomly, the highlight of her rumpled appearance.

This hold was appearing to be the final piece of the play, the last action of the fight. The consensus about who would leave the arena a victor was leaning heavily towards one woman and was easy to see why. But soon, cracks started to form in her vice-grip, when a particularly enthusiastic pull led to an eruption of a scream,which wasn't Allison's, or atleast was apart from Allison's. Such was the conviction with which Michiko clenched the raven-haired woman that many would be forgiven to not realise that her own back wasn't in the best of shapes. But Allison jumped at this chance, seeing the moment as ripe to catch her opponent unaware, by pulling at her shins to destabilize her base!

The mat felt a gentle thud, one of Allison's face against the surface, lifeless and unmoving. Having being relieved of the torturous hold, she greedily gulped down all the air near her lying on the stomach and mouth agape. The whole of her body was aching all over and she wanted to take a breather her and now, which was all the more tempting with every second that ticked by. But to win the match, to grab it by the scruff of its neck, Allison had to act now. Her back was gone to rise up or even think about lifting Michiko to perform any hard-hitting move. Even her signatures required her to get back up, which she was in no position to do so.

There was only one way out of this. One piece of technical offense to end it all. Submission maybe not have been her forte, both offensively and in trying to defend them, but Allison managed to work this particular hold extensively and today, that work was about to be put to the test. With a weary huff after every covered dragging towards the inactive lilac-haired woman, Allison sought to push at her sides, rolling her onto her back. Then, her legs were going to trap the arms that was near to hear while Allison would reach across to hook her arm from the inside of Michiko's and snake it around the back of her neck to pull her torso diagonally up from the mat, such that the lilac-haired woman's arm got positoned under Allison's shoulder. At the same time, Allison free arm would wrap from around the front to interlock finger with the fingers of the other arm, to form the Scissored Armbar Crossface, or as she called it, her submission finisher, the Rings of Saturn!

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