First meeting: Allison Ford vs Christina Perez

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Christina Perez

Christina adjusted her left wristband as she leaned casually against the wall, listening to the faint rumble of the crowd from beyond the curtain. The energy of the night crackled in the air, and she thrived on it. The match ahead wasn’t just another fight—it was a chance to prove herself against Allison Ford, the self-assured newcomer who had dared to challenge her.

Spotting Allison backstage, Christina allowed a smirk to curl on her lips. The raven-haired woman was entirely focused, her back to Christina as she stretched and prepared. Perfect.

Christina sauntered forward silently, her wrestling boots making only the faintest sound against the floor. When she was close enough, she leaned in just enough to let her presence be felt before speaking, her voice low and smooth, carrying just the right edge of teasing challenge.

"Hope you’re ready, Ford. Wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself out there."

As soon as the newcomer turns around, Christina would let her hand brush lightly down Allison's arm—not enough to linger but enough to make her point. She then leaned against the wall, her confidence radiating.

"You look a little tense,"

Christina added, her dark eyes glinting with amusement.

"Nervous?"

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Allison Ford

Allison was busy working up a light sweat through limbering up for the upcoming match which was quite a bit more enticing than usual, thanks to the profile and calibre of the opponent and the woman in question, one Christina Perez. Cocky, Smooth and Self-Assured, the Filipina certainly had left an impression upon Allison during their brief interaction previously, a positive one at that.

A slight chill ran down her spine, from the sudden injection of words in close proximity, which snapped Allison out of her reverie of peace and the bustle of activity backstage. Allison could recognize that voice with ease, the teasing lilt, smooth yet crisp , with plenty of poise.

"Hey Christina..." Allison started, slowly turning around having observed the shadow looming over her.

"Good to see you too" Her dark brown eyes met Christina's studying and scanning. "Well, I am feeling in good spirits today. A great day kick a certain someone's butt" Allison grinned, her eyes glinting with mischief. She knew that the Filipina would know what was being implied.

"I am still miffed about you leaving me high and dry in that dreaded traffic. I was stuck there for three more hours after you left! It was a damn purgatory. You wound me, Perez. I could see old people, in crutches go faster that me... " Allison let out a sigh, feigning disappointment, even shuddering comically thinking about her time in the traffic, where time seemed to have stopped.

Leaning against the wall, matching Christina's pose, Allison narrowed her eyes, head shaking in a gentle nod. "Maybe not nervous, but lost in thought..." Her hand reached over to the chin, rubbing it, which showed Allison was contemplating something...

"How should I be posing for my victory after the match? Climb the top-rope? Invite Applause? Or Gloat about how I wiped the floor with you in the match,when we bump into each other again? "

Allison let out a gentle chuckle."Naah...Nothing of the sort. Am buzzing for this match though. You better be on your toes and give it your all..." She had felt Christina's arm graze hers when she asked that question about nervousness, and Allison replied to it with a soft poke against the Filipina's chest, just above her breasts when retorting....

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Christina raised an eyebrow at Allison's theatrics, her smirk widening as the raven-haired woman leaned against the wall to mirror her pose. Allison's playful energy was infectious, but Christina wasn’t about to let her opponent think she had the upper hand—not here, and definitely not in the ring.

As Allison poked her finger against Christina's chest, the Filipina stepped forward, closing the already small gap between them. Her chest bumped lightly against Allison’s in a way that felt more like a challenge than a gesture of camaraderie.

"Careful, Ford,"

Christina said, her voice low but brimming with amusement.

"You might be buzzing now, but we both know you’re the one who’s going to crash and burn."

Allison opened her mouth to respond, but Christina leaned in further, brushing past her again just enough to make her point clear. Another subtle bump, this time more deliberate.

"You want to talk about victory poses?"

Christina continued, tilting her head slightly, her voice dripping with confidence.

"Don’t worry about how you’ll look after the match. I’ll make sure your limp body looks great when I straddle you for the pin."

She then turned toward the entrance ramp as the faint sound of her entrance music began to build.

"Time for me to get this party started. Enjoy the view from backstage, Ford. You’ll get your turn soon enough."

With that, Christina strutted toward the curtain, her confidence radiating as she disappeared from sight. The roar of the crowd greeted her entrance, leaving Allison alone for the moment.

The match was only minutes away, and the tension between them was already electric. Both women knew that when the bell rang, there would be no holding back.

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Allison liked how Christina didn't back down while trying to one-up each other using words. Even now, despite probably certain of the fact that she wasn't going to shrivel up, the Filipina cut the miniscule distance between them, such that their generous busts gently bumped against each other; to try and unnerve Allison.

Her eyes never left Christina's, returning the Filipina's piercing gaze with her own; challenging and firm. When the cadence loaded with bold claims descended into their conversation from her opponent's mouth, Allison let out a low chuckle while shaking her head gently, eyes breaking contact to look away at nothing in particular for a moment.

The raven-haired woman was certainly feeling the intensity of their upcoming fight and glanced towards Christina who again made it a point to bump into her not-so-subtly when leaving to enter the curtain first.

"Best of luuuck..." Allison smirked, facing away from her opponent, who had walked out of her earshot towards the curtains; raised her right arm horizontally for a thumbs-up sarcastically to nothing in particular in front of her. Almost a deja vu of what happened in the traffic.

One thing the raven-haired woman was sure about was that this fight was about to be a cracker. With both women unyielding and absolutely sure about their abilities, the audience were in for top-quality wrestling and entertainment worth every penny and seeing as how the people had received Christina, who had now settled into her corner, Allison was positive that she too was about to be received in the same verve and she wasn't mistaken.

From her emergance onto the stage to the leisurely sway down the ramp and the attire reveal by her long,purple jacket and finally her concluding moments inside the ring; the people ate it all up, dancing to Allison's tunes. They were super pumped and raring to see the action unfold.

The raven-haired woman limbered one final time near her own corner, eyeing the Filipina and should she return her gaze, Allison would nod slyly, a silent acknowledgement to her competitor. All that remained was now for the referee to signal the commencement of the proceedings

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DING DING DING!!!

The bell rang, and the tension that had been building backstage and during their entrances exploded into action. Christina wasted no time, charging out of her corner with laser focus. The crowd roared as she closed the distance between herself and Allison, her movements sharp and aggressive.

The Filipina went for a classic collar-and-elbow tie-up, but just as their arms locked, Christina transitioned smoothly, ducking under and yanking Allison’s head into a side headlock!

"Gotcha,"

Christina muttered, her smirk audible as she tightened the hold, pulling Allison down slightly to disrupt her balance.

Before she could make any real progress, Christina shifted her weight and executed a crisp side headlock takedown, bringing Allison to the mat with authority.

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The crowd erupted as Christina landed on top, maintaining the headlock and applying pressure to Allison’s neck. Her strategy was clear: wear her opponent down early and target her head and neck to set up for her finishing moves later!

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Soon as the bell rang, Allison, usually one to wait or bait the opponent to make the first move, didn't need to do much here, seeing as Christina intiated the initial exchange with a lock-up, which the raven-haired woman was more than happy to oblige, only to regret it when the Filipina transitioned it into a Headlock.

"Ghhh..." Allison seethed under her breath, a grimace forming on her face from the constricting grip around her head. This wasn't too bad however, as Allison was confident of escaping or transitioning the hold, but Christina was in no mood to give that much time.

"GHhoowww..." A surprised wince escaped her after being flipped over, slammed and trapped in a Headlock Takedown! And to her annoyance, Christina was already taunting about having the upper hand, which Allison wasn't ready to accept just yet.

"Not...so...fast..." The raven-haired woman would mutter in between strained grunts. Allison's method of retailiation wasn't going to be smooth or elegant in any sense whatsoever, but at this moment, it didn't matter. Using her free hand, she would attempt to strike Christina's face, with balled fists, didn't matter where or how they landed, as long as she loosened the hold enough to let her out...

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Christina felt the impact of Allison’s balled fist grazing her cheek and jaw, the strikes more frustrating than damaging. She gritted her teeth, her smirk fading as her grip on the headlock tightened even further.

"You call that fighting back?"

Christina growled, her voice low and irritated.

"Guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson in staying down."

She shifted her weight, applying as much pressure as she could to Allison’s neck, forcing the raven-haired woman to squirm beneath her. The crowd buzzed with excitement as Christina demonstrated her dominance early in the match.

After a few more seconds, Christina released the hold, rolling away gracefully to create distance before springing to her feet. She didn’t give Allison a chance to recover, immediately reaching down to grab her opponent’s arm and yank her upright.

"Up you go,"

Christina muttered, a determined look in her eyes as she maneuvered Allison into position. With a sharp, deliberate motion, Christina slammed Allison face-first onto the mat, but Christina wasn’t done. Maintaining control of Allison’s arm, Christina dropped down, quickly transitioning into a Fujiwara armbar. She locked the hold in tightly, wrenching Allison’s arm back at an uncomfortable angle.

The Filipina’s focus was unrelenting as she leaned back, increasing the pressure on Allison’s shoulder and elbow.

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"Let’s see how tough you really are, Ford,"

Christina taunted, her voice carrying over the roars of the crowd.

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Allison tried her best to throw hands alright, but to her chagrin, none of her shots proved as fruitful as she would have liked and instead it only fuelled Christina to squeeze harder and annoy her as well. Great.

It was starting to get difficult every second her opponent kept her trapped in her clutch and Allison's hands started to slow down, resorting to pry the hand away from her. The Filipina was definitely packing a lot of strength in those sinuous arms and Allison's neck was feeling it, the power palpable as more pressure continued to be applied in a ruthless fashion.

But this torment lasted for a few more moments though, after which Allison felt the sweet relief coursing through her body, especially the neck as she inhaled deeply clutching the back of the affected area as she did.

At the back of her mind was a nagging question about the reason of her current solace because she hadn't escaped from this hold by herself but rather Christina let her go by her own volition. She was free because Christina wanted to. And Allison would find out why.

"Aghh..." Her face scrunched into a grimace being yanked onto her knees.

But this position of subservience only lasted so long, before Allison met the mat again face-first with a sharp thud!

"Aoooww!!" Allison's yelp got cut off meeting the mat, which was now reduced to mere whines of discomfort.

And her problems were about to be compounded now, with her still reeling from the collison course her head had been thrust into, she wasn't aware until too late that her arm was about to be the new toy Christina was going to play with.

"Oaagh!!...Shhhgh..." The initial experience when locked in was excruciating, forcing Allison to cry out, her voice crisp and clear for all of the arena to hear.

Soon, Christina would settle into her position, thrusting her hips up applying more pressure wrenching the arm periodically, to which Allison instinctively mewled and when the Filipina relented , the raven-haired woman's teeth gnashed vehemently, nostrils flaring. Her nose wrinkled as she huffed and winced. Allison couldn't let this continue much longer, else Chrisitina was going to make light work of the wrestler. So much for early promise.

Her mind, a whirlwinds of thoughts oscillating from anguish and frustration to a solo brainstorming session with herself where the ideas shot out and collided like pinball at the arcade, until her stupor broke to see Christina's posture change when she yanked at her arm harder. There it was.

Despite itching to respond to the Filipina's challenge about endurance verbally, Allison curbed it to wait and endure the hold, till her opponent got her rear off the ground to wrench her arm. That's when the raven-haired woman would put her plan in motion by twisting her flat postioned body towards Christina's legs, pulling at her trapped arm away while the free arms extended to the other side from this rolling motion, such that Allison could use the momentum generated from her opponent thrusting her hips up to continue backwards in the same arc, thereby rolling Christina onto her head and back.

This measure was very tricky and could just as easily fail if not executed flawlessly, but Allison had to try. And once Christina was on her back, legs inclinded against Allison's body, she planned to keep them hooked up, successfully transitioning into a Roll-Up Pin!

"Grr...I am..tough...But I am also..uff...Cheeky.." Allison would respond with a smirk, straining to keep Christina in the hold.

She was certain that the Filipina would kick-out of it and Allison didn't hope to win so early, but this maneuver should surely catch her by surprise. The referee's count rang.

ONE!!...

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The referee's hand slapped the mat for the first count.

"ONE!"

But before the referee could even get to two, Christina's powerful legs bucked, breaking free from the roll-up with a forceful kick-out. The momentum propelled her backward, and she immediately rolled to her feet, her sharp gaze locking on Allison, who was still on her knees, breathing heavily from her effort.

"Cheeky, huh?"

Christina sneered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face as she closed the distance between them.

"Let’s see how cheeky you are after this."

Before Allison could fully recover, Christina went forward and planted a firm boot into Allison’s midsection!

Christina didn’t waste a second. She grabbed a handful of Allison’s waistband and hooked her arm over her opponent’s neck, attempting to setting her up for a vertical suplex!

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As expected Christina wasn't going lie down and let Allison run away with the win and evaded the pinfall. But it did relinquish her control over her currently throbbing arm and let a wave of relief wash over.

"Ooww..Ooff...Fff..." Allison shook her arm around with a grimace while still on her knees, the ache stil fresh and pulsing. Christina's submission game looked on point, which couldn't be said of her own, but Allison usually made up for it by covering the other bases.

Allison wasn't in a particular hurry to get up, nursing her arm softly, a slightly annoyed expression formed on her face.

"OOugh!!" Her eyes bulged wide, mouth parted open.

The raven-haired woman felt her stomach get rammed by Christina's leg, her stomach muscles tightening on impact. Allison lurched forward by her fall was prevented by her opponent, who did not help her out due to being a good samaritan but to futher her sinister intentions. And Allison got hoisted up.

But she wasn't going to be tossed around so easily, no way was she backing down after a fast start by the Filipina.

As Christina would lift her up, Allison planned to use her own weight to lean further than what her opponent would have anticipated and land behind her, while having her arm coiled around Christina's neck, thus pulling her back into a backbend, and drop down for an Inverted DDT!

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