[Ironwoman Match] Allison Ford Vs Yoko Littner - From Dusk till Dawn

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Location: Competitor's home (all insured by LAW)

Ironwoman Match

Victory Conditions: The one who scores the most number of points in the stipulated time wins
Points: Every Pinfall, Submissions, KO and Orgasm will count as a single point
Duration of the Match: The match is scheduled to start at dusk and end in the early hours of the morning

Cameras are rigged in many spots around the house to capture the action in various angles and with precise detail.


"Whoa...It's so quite and peaceful here...I think I can hear my own thoughts!" Allison mused while craning her head out to view the location where she had currently screeched her car to a halt.

Today was going to be....an interesting match, to say the least. The venue wasn't your typical run-of-the-mill wrestling ring inside a jam-packed arena, but the abode of her opponent for the evening. Dusk was starting to set upon the city as the sun, in all it's orange and red glory was starting to take its leave, its final rays of bright pink and orange hues adorning anything that met its set path, including Allison's parked Cadillac.

Quaint could be an accurate word to describe the locality where Allison had currently found herself in. The December chill was prevalent with a gentle breeze flowing through the sparsely populated streets, welcoming the onset of the season of dry leaves as well. The air felt crisp, clean and fresh which led to Allison take a rather large intake of air upon getting out of her car, with a dark tone bag hung across her shoulder and holding a bottle of port.

Judging by her appearance and the bottle of beverage, one could assume that Allison was here on a date, or as a guest in some social gathering. And technnically she was here as a guest, but not to schmooze and indulge in festivities, but rather as a participant for a fight.

Her competitor was a very formidable one and Allison was familiar with her work, with her matches with the current Middleweight Champion Kyoko Akan having caught the raven-haired woman's eye. Allison on her part, did her fair share of research on the woman, whose name was Yoko Littner and she was a very fine looking woman!

Long red hair, toned belly and the most prominent feature of the 'Bedroom Queen', her moniker, was the possession of a real rifle which she carried with her everywhere. Allison only had positive opinion of the redhead from what she could unearth about her. This day was going to a rather eventful one, that was certain.

Clad in a crop, half-sleeved black top, with a generous hollow in the middle to tantalize, along with tight low-waisted jeans and a pair of sneakers, Allison stood near the stairs of the porch. "She certainly has done well for herself" Allison nodded approvingly looking around.

Allison's casual attire

The house was a single-storey structure, with plenty of ventilation and looked charming, with a few lights turned on here and there in the surroundings according to how much the fading light of the dusk affected the vicinity. There was plenty of greenery to go about, all of which curved a sly smile on Allison while browsing the front, making sure to not explore too much, and risk trespassing.

Yoko's Home

All the sightseeing of the neighbourhood finally concluded, making way for why Allison was here in the first place as she went up the steps to ring the bell and announce herself. Spending the day inside four walls, fighting in skimpy attires and having wine on standby? What could possibly happen?

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Yoko was at home, eagerly awaiting her guest and opponent for tonight, the whole night, actually. Yoko was thinking about this type of match for a while, but finally had the courage to express her willingness to participate in it. Ironwoman matches are usually the type of matches that push one's stamina, endurance and mental power to the limit. Well, this was supposed to blow that out of the water. This match, would take, at bare minimum, several hours, likely more, considering it is December.

Yoko finished putting some of the more important and/or fragile items into safer places as this match technically allowed to thrash the entirety of her house. It was insured, but still... The cameras were all in place, really difficult to spot even if you know where they are. Yoko was given a small remote with a single button that turns on and off the cameras and was told to turn them on once her opponent shows up at her door, so that the cameras don't run out of power mid-match.
Yoko then did some final touches on her simplistic, but iconic attire that is plenty revealing. From what Yoko had gathered, her opponent for tonight was a capable woman that was relatively new, but was quickly rising to fame. One of her rumored traits is that she is very fond of midriffs. Either that, or she has a vendetta against them, targetting exposed midriffs. Where have i heard that before? Yoko asked herself jokingly. It was nothing new to Yoko and frankly, she saw this Allison person as a woman of culture based off just from what she could gather with the power of the internet.

Yoko laid down on her bed flat, staring at the ceiling and mentally prepare for what's to come. You've got this, red. She whispered to herself before the doorbell rang. Well, here goes nothing... Yoko clicked the button on her remote, turning the cameras on before putting the remote in the drawer next to the bed.
Yoko then went down to the door.

Spoiler

Yoko opened the door and saw the tall woman before her. Allison was wearing casual clothes, but her midriff seemed to be very intentionally exposed. Yoko's cheeks flushed a little, a gentle smile on her face. Allison, I presume? I'm Yoko Littner, your opponent for tonight
Yoko noticed Allison stare at her midriff, but did not see that as a problem or react to it. Do you like what you see? Yoko would arch her belly slightly to give this woman an ever better view, just to see how she would react.

Yoko eventually noticed a bottle of wine in Allison's hand, reminding him of that boy that didn't speak english much that brought a basked of sweets of sorts to a similar match. Yoko doesn't drink, but she considered maybe making an exception, assuming the bottle won't be smashed into her head during the match or something... Please, come in. Yoko would say with that same, gentle smile. The flush on her cheeks still there.
Once Allison would step inside, Yoko would lock the door behind her.

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Allison mind swirled with thoughts about the match she was about to partake in while she loitered till the door opened. She had seen plenty of Ironwoman matches, as an impressionable young girl and an ardent wrestling fan, and featured in such fights during her formative years, some of which had been dragged to pure bloodbath.

But this was about to be something else entirely. Firstly, this wasn't set in a plain ring, but at a residence, so more possibilites of inflicting fatal blows. Second, the duration wasn't in your typical minutes, but a whole part of a day, starting from late evening, which was any moment now and playing out till the early morning when the rays of the fiery red ball in the sky broke through. A true test of endurance.

And her opponent was no slouch either. Yoko was one of those fighters, who may not look intimidating, but she was a fatal combination of looks and skill and Allison was expecting a long night in store for her.

The door finally parted with a creak to reveal skin, Lots of skin. "Oh!..uhhh..." Allison's eyed bulged at the sight in front of her. The woman in question was her opponent, having long flowing red-haired tied up in a ponytail and dressed in a rather scantily clad attire. All of her assets were on show, showing just the right amount which made the raven-haired woman's mind go blank for a second.

Yoko seemed to have caught up on the effects that she was having on the rooted Allison, who could only stare with a flushed face, particularly her well defined set of abs and when she arched her belly for a better view. Allison's breath hitched and saliva got lumped in her throat seeing the redhead's belly presented so invitingly.

Only when Yoko asked her to come in did Allison snap out of her thoughts who turned a light shade of red realizing what had transpired. "I..umm...Sorry for that..." The raven-haired woman rubbed her eyes hoping to focus and inhaled deeply which managed to restore her composure to a large extent.

"Yes. I am Allison Ford. And it's pleasure to meet you, Yoko..." Allison tone laced with calm and courteousness.

"And...I am not usually shamelessly staring at other people. Though in my defense, I couldn't help it" When Allison would speak the last part of that sentence, her gaze would unknowingly drift downward again onto Yoko's belly, and she shook her head gently while squeezing her eyes shut to focus back, and entered the house, their ring for the day.

"Whoa...this a mighty fine place you have maintained. All the right combination of colours, the right arrangements...it's spot on" Allison mused as she looked around, appreciating the redhead's abode, seeing all the furniture and other items arranged neat and tidy. A shame that this house was going to turn into a warzone. Spotting a sofa and the table, Allison would meet her gaze with Yoko, a silent permission to take a seat and should she accept, Allison was going to gently plop herself on the cushy couch and set the bottle of win on the table, as well as setting her bag, containing her wrestling gear and other essentials aside.

And, maybe it was her outfit, but Allison's back-arch when putting her bag away and settling on the couch accentuated her belly more than before, maybe a return treat for Yoko to savour. But Allison wasn't aware of it.

"So, how are you, Yoko? Everything going fine?" Allison planned to initiate their conversation while rummaging through her supplies to get her black and purple coloured wrestling outfit out. "Where can I change into my wrestling attire? Got to look the part, no? I see you have that department covered pretty well. You do clean up real nice" Allison offered a gentle smile, though her voice carried a teasing lilt as she subtly gave Yoko a once-over, special focus again on her toned belly. She was feeling more herself after the earlier fumbling and now looked good to ease into a light-hearted and casual conversation, or banter, or whichever direction their interaction was about to be headed....

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It was getting increasingly more obvious that Allison really was staring at her belly. It was understandable, it wasn't exactly the first time for Yoko. Plus, Yoko worked a lot for those abs, so seeing someone so captivated by them was validation for Yoko, that all that hard work paid off.
I don't mind, look as much as you want. I'd be insulted if you didn't. Yoko teased. She wasn't completely serious, though.

Interesting choice of attire for this time of the year. It's as if you're trying to say that your abs are so hot that they don't need to be covered in winter. Yoko commented teasingly while letting her to be opponent inside and locking the door behind them.
Allison was throwing out compliments at Yoko's house, but it felt like typical courteous, polliteness stuff. You think so? How does it compare to yours? I mean, i don't know, but when I look at you and listen to you speak, i can feel some high class aura coming from you, so i'm surprised that you find this impressive, Miss Ford.

Yoko could see hers and Allison's eyes meet after the latter eyed the sofa. Yoko replied with a gentle smirk, gentle blink of her eyes as well as a slight nod.
As Allison proceeds to go and make herself comfortable, Yoko went into the kitchen. I'm not a very extravagant person, so i was saving money from the very start of my career in LAW. Yoko opened the fridge, took out some apple juice and started pouring it into two cups. So I've saved up the money for this house. I've actually bought it recently Yoko then took both cups and brought them to Allison, putting them on the table before sitting down next to her.
Yoko was about to ask her something, but her eyes fell towards Allison's extra-exposed belly. Yoko couldn't help it, she too enjoyed a good midriff, it was really soothing for the eyes.
Now it was Allison's turn to take Yoko out of her trance. Oh... Uh? Me? Oh, i've had my ups and downs... But there's nothing better than some warm company in the cool winter night. Yoko would take a sip of the juice. Yoko chuckled at the comment about her attire, but she needed to answer the question. Well uhm... I don't know to be honest. You can use any room if you want, or i could just... Turn away... Whatever Allison chose, Yoko would add - I didn't think you were shy, Miss Allison. Yoko would say with a smirk. If Allison went to the next room, or stayed in this room, but away from the redhead's eyes, Yoko would indulge in her curiousity a little.
Allison Ford, huh... Do you... Make cars?
After that, Yoko would try to satisfy another bit of her curiousity - she would try to take a peek at Allison while the woman was changing, whether it be next room or here.

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Allison internally heaved a sign of relief seeing the redhead not against being ogled at and even seemed to be elated from the attention her belly had received already in the short amount they had interacted. A small smile curved up her lips listening to Yoko tease.

"Yeeahh....You are right indeed. The hotness my abs radiate keep me warm throughtout the colder periods of the year. You can say that I am walking, talking heater. Infact scientists have been doing extensive research over my belly once a week, and I being paid quite well on the side. That's how I bought my car, and not from my LAW earnings" Her last words were uttered secretively in a conscious whisper after which she leaned against the couch, arms behind to further accentuate her belly while maing her point, which was all sarcasm and no seriousness.

She narrowed her eyes and raised her eyebrows, looking a Yoko incredulously after she referred to her gait and way of talking as High-Class. "High Class? Me? Really?" Her hands convered her mouth to add a more dramatic effect. "Never in my life have I been assumed as a member of the posh people society. I don't know whether to feel happy or sad about it. I live in a flat, and my house ain't as big as yours." Allison shrugged "But the apartment is by the beach and my flat faces the sea" A genuine smile formed formed as thoughts of her accomodation crossed her mind.

Her eyes wandered around, taking in everything, as Yoko got up to get something to drink for both of them. Apple Juice was her choice. Allison let out a delighted exhale taking a sip of the beverage, nodding appreciately."Damn that's some good stuff. You made it or bought it ?" Her mouth took a shine to the almost perfect blend of ingredients in the juice."And you did a great thing in buying this home, or a home in general. An astute financial decision."

"I too purchased my house from my LAW earnings.It feels satisfying, you know? Purchasing something with your own money and not having to depend upon anyone financially...." Her eyes veered away from the redhead's to stare at nothing in particular as she spoke, the words coming out were all sincere. Allison for a moment reflected about how different her life in Japan was as compared to America and about the nice comfortable living she had managed to make. She made good money from her career and her side business of dabbling in stocks, home which wasn't uber-rich, but also wasn't minimalistic either and her car, which she loved to death. The raven-haired woman certainly was appreciating the finer things in life now that she earned well.

Allison was snapped out of her brief moment of reflection hearing Yoko speak "Ah, don't you worry about the cool winter night. With what's about to unfold after I am dressed up, you will be burning up afterwards," Allison replied with a smirk, only for her eyes to widen. "D-Due to the fight obviously! There wasn't any other meaning to what I said. That's what I meant. Hehehe.." She looked away sheepishly, realising what she had uttered. "What were you thinking dumbass?" Allison mentally cursed herself.

The house certainly looked nice and cozy from inside with everything arranged properly and when Yoko mentioned about the possible areas where Allison could change, she shot up to her feet, still embarassed from what she had spoken earlier."Yeah Yeah...I-I think that's a guest room over there? That's a good place to change. Be right back" and Allison brisk-walked into the room, hurriedly closing it and cupping her face into her hands. And she forgot to lock the door when entering, and infact left it slightly ajar, enought for peeking.

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But Allison was lost in her own thoughts, most about why she had to answer that way. She was unaware about the unlocked door, as she looked around the room for a moment, before slowly discarding her clothes one by one. Her top would be the first to go, but not without its challenges, getting stuck near the bust area, forcing her to grunt and heave to pull it up little by little, all while facing the door, revealing her whole stomach, which swayed side-to-side inadvertently, as if to tantalize; and the bra she wore underneath. The raven-haired woman then proceeded to remove her jeans, facing away from the entrance, her ass now visible as the pants slip down to reveal her shapely rear.

"Huh....Ford IS associated with the car making business. But not ours. We go down a different route, into the butt-kicking business..." Allison replied to Yoko's query from inside the room, with a chuckle.

A few minutes then Allison spent to get into her wrestling gear, putting on her briefs, then the top, followed by the arm sleeves and a thorough patting of the whole body to make sure everything fit snugly. Finally, Allison gave herself a once-over in the mirror, running a hand through her hair satisfied with how she cleaned up and better temperament than how she was when she entered the room. "Hmm...Guess I am good to go now" Allison would emerged out of the room clad in her attire, and with her usual poise and composure this time around...