Allison "Avalanche" Ford Vs Tara "The Belly Stretcher" Jaeger

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A feeling of satisfaction washed over her, when both of her fists made contact exactly how she had intended. Tara was sure a skilled woman, but more importantly, the lithe yet muscular woman was very resilient. So, seeing her knocked back and surprised felt good indeed. The earlier knee strike by Tara had managed to dig into her belly, with her abs offering much needed security, but still knee-strikes knock the wind out of people, which was the case with Allison.

A residual wave of pain still lingered around her midsection, when Allison hit Tara and therefore, she against bent forwards a bit and held her belly , bursing it with a grimace. Maybe she should have laid the Belly-Stretcher on the mat first, before doing self-care, because, by the time she could realise it, Tara had draped an arm over the back of her neck and was looking to do something big!

"Wha—Augh!!" Allison's words were cut short by her scream.

Tara, may have had the moniker Belly-Stretcher, but it certainly didn't mean that she would go after that region all the time, case in point being now, when she slammed Allison back first in a Fisher-Woman's Suplex! Her back got enveloped with stinging pain, body rolling to the side and face contorted in discomfort; all hallmarks of an effective maneuver. Allison, though reeling from the Suplex, sought to haul herself back, by gripping the rope nearby and get on her feet, using one cable after the other to pull up...

[Bare]

Collapsing on her back in the wake of her fisher woman suplex landing successfully on the woman. Normally she would have tried to capitalize on such an advantage as soon as possible, but that was something that just wouldn't be possible in this circumstance. Not with the punches that Allison had been landing on her earlier that had most certainly left her hurting. Thankfully though she was able to pull herself together enough to land her counter attack but it didn't mean she was able to ignore the effects forever.

"Ngh... Where are you..." Tara said mostly to herself with a soft hiss under her breath as she turned over and got back to her feet shaking her head as she focused in on Allison who was also slowly making her way back up to her feet with the help of the ropes. Gritting her teeth and wanting to stop the woman from equalizing things again Tara would push forward, throwing her leg up as she did so trying to bring her heel crashing down on the back of a hopefully still rising Allison with a axe kick!

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Allison held the ropes with both of her hands to try and get back up. The Suplex certainly did it's job and the raven-haired woman was clinging onto the cables to stay upright, lest it was a return trip towards the surface of the mat. With a huff, Allison got into a kneeling position on one knee with arms holding the bottom ropes and about to try to ascend to the next step. Her focus solely on rising back to her feet, as wobbly she may be, Allison wasn't aware about the Belly-Stretcher waiting to pounce.

"Auugh...Haahh...Ssshhiiittt..." It felt like a pointy hammer pierced her back for a moment. Allison's eyes bulged wide, still kneeling and holding onto the middle ropes and her breath got caught in the throat, letting out only a strangled gasp. The kick, more like a stab, managed to disrupt her breathing machinations, and add to it the obvious physical effect of taking such a blow, the result was a breathless Allison on her knees, head touching the mat due to the torso bent forward, trying to breathe normally but only managing ragged inhales and sporadic hisses...

[Bare]

Tara pulled her leg back in while looking down at her opponent who was all but kneeling at Tara's feet. Something that made the woman smirk slightly in utter delight knowing that she was now firmly in control of the match. Bending down and grabbing Allison by her hair she would move to lift the woman back up to a standing position.

"This is your first belly match right?" Tara asked rhetorically as she pushed the Avalanche against the ropes, hooking the woman's arms over them to trap her in place as she did so.

"Prepare for a baptism by fire." Tara whispered into the woman's ear if she didn't do anything to stop her before backing up, and swinging her arm forward, slamming a uppercut into Allison's gut, followed by another and another, unleashing a barrage of belly blows into Allison!

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A gentle cough rang out of Allison, who lay kneeled against the mat, with her head touching the surface, almost as if she was offering her servitude to the Belly-Stretcher, which she seemed to revel in. The kick had her lungs in stitches for a moment, immediately after the impact, but settled so after, but not the throb originating from the upper back of her body.

Allison grimaced from the Belly-Stretcher's digits digging deep into her scalp, to pick her up. It was difficult to find her feet after, thus she wobbled about, but soon was positioned against the ropes, with her arms locked over the ropes."Mmh...You could say so" Allison responded, her voice unsteady from the lingering effects of the kick and was accompanied with a soft wince.

She was about to open her mouth again, when a sharp gasp escaped her lips from Tara's fist digging into her belly, which lurched her body forward, only to be held up by the ropes.""Auughh! The punch was sharp and precise, striking with a great amount of power, which made Allison's knees buckle and struggled to maintain herself on her feet. A slight chill ran down her spine, one of apprehension, considering the situation she was in, and from the veiled threat that Tara blew into her ear.

And the Belly Stretcher followed up on her words, hammering away at her unprotected belly with fervour."Aaagh! Uagh! Gaagh! Auofff..." Every fist dug into her stomach, as much as her abs allowed, which were the only thing between her withstanding the hits, though with the wind knocked out of her; and being slumped on the mat in agony. Still, the flurry of hits did make Allison squeal and made her eyes bulge out wide, testament to the ferocity of the Belly-Stretcher...

[Bare]

Tara was in control and she knew it. From the way that Allison had been laid out in front of her in a subservient position to her now pulling the woman up and draping her over the ropes, leaving her in the perfect position to be pummeled.

"Haha damn does this feel good." Tara said with a wide smirk on her face, cracking her knuckles as she took a brief break from the punches to gently grab Allison's chin and make her look up at her. "Now then.. what did we learn?" Tara asked, though it was definitely a rhetorical question as mere moments later she would swing her fist back up and drive a hard uppercut right into Allison's stomach!

If done successfully then Tara would then grab Allison by the back of her head and push her head forward, gently placing the woman's face against her cleavage before gently pulling her off of the ropes to lean her weight up against her body in a almost tender embrace, keeping Allison's body against her own, face buried in her cleavage as the Belly Stretch began to lead the woman away from the ropes and to the center of the ring.

"Hope you like this, cause it's about to get a lot more uncomfortable." Tara said before giving a soft pull on her foe's head to lift her up before turning her around so that her back was facing her, lifting one leg up and placing it over Allison's own then crossing her arm over Allison's face to bend her to the side, over her leg for an abdominal stretch! Living up to her name with this maneuver Tara would slide her finger nails over Allison's beaten stomach for a moment while making the woman look her way with her other hand. "Feel free to tap whenever you like." Tara said as she then formed her hand into a claw and dug her fingers deep into Allison's abs to add a stomach claw on top of things!

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Panting breaths filled the silence that hung in the ring after Tara pulled back her fists from plowing into Allison's belly like a clockwork. The raven-haired woman desperately wanted to clutch her stomach now faintly marked with red patches around the areas where her opponent's fist made contact, but her arms being hooked over the ropes and collapse was a surety should Allison try to pull them up.

This played well into Tara's next course of action, who cut through the hush with her sharp voice laced with malicious intent. Allison couldn't muster a reply, only meeting her piercing gaze with a weak, half-lidded contact of her own during their forceful eye-contact from Tara tilting her chin up. The Belly Stretcher had definitely been very thorough with conditioning of Allison's stomach, the inability of her arms to defend herself playing a major part in such a one-sided abdominal assault so early into the match.

"Uuuhh....Gaaah!!!" Her debilitated mewls gave way to a strident gasp, feeling the muscles tighten around the stomach in response to the sudden collision of another fist. The arms floundered about before finding support against Tara's hips to maintain her dwindled balance from the body shot and she couldn't do much in response to then finding her face exploring the cleavage and the curves of the Belly-Stretcher's breasts, shaking her head as if trying to get out, but held firm. Her hot breaths blasted against the tan skin of Tara and blew up back in the face with every heaving undulation, while being pulled to the centre of the ring, feet wobbly and abs aching.

Allison almost lurched forward when Tara turned her to face away, only to be caught by her arms, and even then, she was feeling the lingering burn in the pit of her stomach and by the time she could react, Tara had manager to trap her in an Abdominal stretch, and if that wasn't enough, her fingers started to dig into her belly for a Stomach Claw as well!

"Aaghh....AAHH!!...GRAHH!!...AUUGHH! Screams ripped through her mouth as they pleased from the her torso being pull taut diagonally, and she would have been able to focus on it solely, trying to figure out a way to wiggle out, but the clawing of her abs was excruciating to say the least. Her belly was already feeling the effects of the mini-tenderizer and thus, her skin's sensitivity surged. Allison's lips distorted to bite her lip, then parted wide to howl, while her eyes remained squeezed shut, the digits digging in deep into her belly, as if trying to rip her stomach out! The raven-haired woman could feel the indents formed by the nails, their sharpness breaking the superficial layer of the skin, to reveal tiny cuts with reddish hues, not blood but a fresh layer of epidermis below the breached surface; over the expanse of her stomach where Tara managed to clench the flesh, leaving her in a pit of intense agony. Things were not looking good for Allison and all she could do was listen to Tara coaxing her to tap out with the promise of release from this hold that she so desperately craved....

[Bare]

Tara was grinning evilly as she pulled a seemingly defenseless Allison up to her feet and pulled her into a tight abdominal stretch submission, one that she made even more excruciating with a iron claw on top of the woman's stomach to top things off. It was a move that definitely did its work, making Allison scream out in agony while being utterly powerless to do anything about it. "Aw what's wrong? Not able to find a way out little girl? Too bad this is what real wrestling is like!" Tara said mockingly with a smile as she twisted her hand, forcing even more pressure on Allison's stomach! "So why don't you just give up!" Tara said in a more serious voice, easing up on the iron claw just for a bit to hopefully allow the woman in her grip to utter her submission.

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The claw kept at her stomach, with the nails digging and relaxing against the indented skin from the ragged undulations of a squirming Allison. It didn't help, that Tara was meanwhile entertainment herself in the raven-haired woman's plight, her condescending comments and the sudden increase in pressure of her stomach claw only affirming the fact that Belly-Stretcher was going to enjoy breaking her opponent and her belly punch by punch, shot by shot, should this fight continue in the same vein.

"Ahhhh...AGHHHshhh!!!" The sudden prod deeper into her stomach was akin to a stab, and Allison , who was at Tara's mercy drowning in whimpers and groans let out a scream which got cut off by the gnashing of her own teeth, as a trail of saliva hung from the corner of her mouth.

Despite being in Tara's crutches with no escape in sight, Allison still tried to get a sense of the positioning of their bodies and how they were joined to each other, like a mental map. Thus when Tara relented slightly hoping to hear Allison begging for relief, the raven-haired woman's free arm, hanging near the Belly-Stretcher's knee, snaked about the front in an unassuming grasp, waiting for the right moment, and them would spring to action with a huff, pulling that leg up to disbalance Tara and at the same time use her own body as a dead weight to topple the Belly-Stretcher down onto her back!

"THIS...ugh...is what...mmgh...real wrestling..ooff...looks like..." Allison would glance at Tara, lying atop her, slightly askew, should this elaborate escape plan bear fruit and see her surprised on the mat. "You know what this 'Toying with your prey' shtick lacked? The element of value?..." Allison would ask Tara, her breath steadying, but eyes resolute and even amused. "Going.For.The.Kill" Every word uttered after that question was about to be followed by Tara's face getting clocked by Allison's elbow, saving the piece de resistance, the final elbow, for going down dead centre, smashing the nose, after which Allison planned to roll away to the nearby corner, leaning against while clutching her bruised belly, watching on as hopefully Tara would be writhing to give sometime for Allison to collect herself, and let the spiking shards of pain simmer down...

[Bare]

Perfection. This was belly torture perfection right now as Tara tore apart at her opponent's stomach, gradually but surely wearing down at the woman to the point that she was sure the woman must have been at a point that she may submit.

Unfortunately so sure was she in the success of this offensive that she didn't notice Allison's arm snaking around her leg till it was too late and rather than a submission she was treated to the opposite as her leg was pulled up and the weight of her opponent grew too much to bear, toppling Tara down to the mat!

"Ngh!" Tara groaned out in pain from the fall before looking up, just in time to hear Allison's words followed by elbow after elbow being driven into her face, gradually stunning her worse and worse with each blow before she was in a full on daze from the assault! Luckily for her though Allison didn't press the advantage, rolling away from her to the ropes to recollect herself it seemed.

"Ugh... agh... fuck..." Tara groaned out softly in pain, managing to roll over onto her front, drops of blood from her nose dripping onto the mat as she struggled up to all fours, still very much out of it, but at least able to crawl towards the ropes herself to try and use them to help her up.