First meeting: Allison Ford vs Christina Perez

[Weonna]

The crowd erupted as Allison executed her counter with impressive precision. As Christina hoisted her up, expecting to deliver a vertical suplex, Allison used her own momentum and weight to twist mid-air, slipping behind the Filipina. Before Christina could react, Allison coiled her arm around her opponent’s neck and dropped backward, slamming Christina headfirst into the mat with a crisp Inverted DDT!

Christina’s head snapped back upon impact, and she clutched at it instinctively, rolling to her side with a groan. The sharp pain radiating from her skull momentarily disoriented her, giving Allison a much-needed window of opportunity!

Christina, though clearly rattled, began to push herself up, one hand still cradling her head.

[Hitman45]

Allison's eyes, trained on Christina struggling form were veered away to look at the spectators due to the eruption of cheers and gasps from the smooth reversal of the Vertical Suplex. They certainly were appreciating the tug-of-war for dominance between these two women.

But soon, her focus would return to see Christina trying to get back up, rather immediately. Much earlier than what Allison would have expected of someone, who had their head bonked against the mat like a brick to the floor. This woman was tough.

Her eyes, intially widened from the surprise, returned to their composed selves and even lit up seeing what position the Filipina found herself in, kneeling one knee and cradling her head.

"I think your head's hurting Perez. You should lie down. Here, let me help..." A chuckle escaped Allison's mouth as she spoke with a tone carrying an amusing and sarcastic lilt.

Standing beside the woman, the raven-haired woman planned to casually kick the back of Christina's foot, the heel part, upon which she was balancing herself so that she would he falling backwards with one leg extended forward and the other folded, leaving her in a sort of slanted backbend, with her sculpted abs presented invitingly.

Allison was never one to decline such advances and would promptly leap and fold her legs such that the heels of the feet touched her rear and knees pointed downward, crashing into her belly knees first, drilling into the abs with a Knee Drop, her first piece of offense aimed at that region, her favourite spot, in this match!

[Weonna]

Before Christina could react, Allison casually kicked the back of her foot, knocking her off balance. Christina toppled backward, one leg extended while the other folded beneath her. The resulting position left her torso stretched taut, her toned abs visibly rising and falling with each breath.

Without hesitation, Allison leaped into the air, folding her legs tightly beneath her. Gravity did the rest as she came crashing down, driving both her knees straight into Christina’s exposed midsection.

"Ooffff!"

Christina’s gasp was loud and sharp, her body instinctively curling around the impact point. Her feet kicked against the mat wildly, her hands flying to her stomach as she writhed in pain. The audience winced and cheered in equal measure, the devastating move clearly having its intended effect.

[Hitman45]

It was always an enjoyable experience to dish out hits to a person's midsection for Allison and here too the elation was palpable as she felt her knees drilling hard and as deep as they possibly could into Christina's inviting abdomen and the resulting ramnification was expected with the Filipina lurching upwards with bulging eyes to clutch her caved in stomach.

Allison rolled back up in a flourish to the astonishment and dismay of the people and she titled her head to the side to nod at them, brimming with cockiness, as if saying, "Yeah, that was me, Whatchu gon do bout' it?" Her expression one of blatant smugness and for all to see.

But her appetite wasn't whetted with such a small doze of belly torment and wanted more. The right foot would rise upward in an incline into the air and remain suspended for Allison to wander her gaze either side of her, let out an audible smirk and bring the heel of the foot crashing down on her belly!

She then planned to shift her weight onto the buried heel for an agonising moment to bring about her other foot to stand upright over Christina's belly, like an makeshift elevated podium, and descend over to the other side of her body, lulling the people in a false sense of relief that she was sated, only for her to bring about her left foot hurtling down over her ridged expanse once again thus repeat the previous action and cross to the other side of her body, back to where she stood initially.

"Not bad. Not bad at all, Christina. This belly of yours...Mmmuah!" Allison brought her fingers and thumb together, kissing them and spread the digits outwards, mimicking the 'Chef's Kiss' expression, cocking her head to the side and then nod showing appreciation.

This gesture may be seen by her opponent and the people as condscending or sarcastic give the wider context, but Allison was always genuine in appreciation of well-maintained abs and Christina's definitely fit that bill.

[Weonna]

Christina gasped sharply as Allison’s heel slammed into her midsection, driving deep into her tenderized abs. Her entire body jolted from the impact, a choked sound escaping her lips as the pain radiated through her core. Her hands instinctively shot to her stomach, clutching at the spot where Allison’s heel had struck, but there was no reprieve.

The raven-haired woman shifted her weight onto her planted heel, pressing it deeper into Christina’s abdomen, causing the Filipina to let out another pained groan. Her legs kicked weakly at the mat, her back arching slightly as Allison’s full weight bore down on her midsection.

When Allison moved, it wasn’t to relent but to torment further. Christina’s abs tensed involuntarily as the second stomp came crashing down, knocking the wind out of her once again. The sharp, stinging ache in her stomach compounded with each strike, leaving her gasping for air as her body quivered from the relentless assault.

Her vision blurred slightly as Allison taunted her. Christina barely registered the condescending gesture, her focus solely on trying to will her body to move—to escape.

Christina rolled to her side, clutching her battered abs protectively. Each movement sent a sharp pang through her core, but she gritted her teeth, refusing to give Allison the satisfaction of seeing her completely vulnerable.

With great effort, she dragged herself toward the corner, using the ropes for support as she slowly pulled herself up into a seated position against the turnbuckles. Her chest heaved with each labored breath, her arms crossing over her stomach as she attempted to shield her abs from further punishment.

[Hitman45]

Christina's reactions stemming from the feet being buried and then kneading the belly were the fruits of Allison's exploits, which could be seeing as showing 'affection' which she was displaying in a pretty overt manner to her folded opponent and the invested audience.

A sly smile curved upon Allison face seeing Christina drag her body towards the corner and didn't make any effort to stop her. Seeing the Filipina cover her pummeled stomach with trembling hands was a sight of amusment for the raven-haired woman, who gently shook her head from side to before slowly making her way to the slumped woman.

"You really think these hands...." Allison own hands extended to lay onto top-of Christina, giving them a firm squeeze before backing off a couple of steps.

Allison proceeded to bend forwards with arms resting over the knees to look the Filipina directly into her dark brown eyes, clearly able to make out the heat she was feeling form the targeted assault. She continued speaking.

"Will stop me from having my way? Heh, you're naive if you feel assured right now..." Allison would extend both her arms forward, as if trying to pry the Filipina's arms away...

[Weonna]

Christina’s sharp brown eyes locked with Allison’s, a flicker of defiance lighting up in them despite the pain etched across her features. Her lips curled into a smirk as she tilted her head slightly.

"Oh, so you like them, huh?"

Christina purred, her voice dripping with flirtation.

"Guess I can’t blame you. They *are* pretty impressive."

Before Allison could muster a retort, Christina’s boot shot up with precision, connecting almost between Allison’s legs!

The momentary distraction was all Christina needed. In a flash, she sprang to her feet, trapping the stunned Allison in a quick headlock!

"You’re not the only one who likes to make an impression,"

Christina growled, her tone laced with determination. With a firm grip, she whipped Allison toward the ropes, her opponent stumbling before rebounding back toward her.

Attempting to time her move perfectly, Christina would step forward and drive her knee upward, catching Allison square in the gut as she returned.

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[Hitman45]

As much as Allison was pleased to be in the driver's seat and to be able to tease and have fun with Christina verbally, she would have been very disappointed had the Filipina lost her bite so fast and reduced to an exhausted whimpering mess.

But fortunately for her, Christina wasn't done and dusted inn such a trivial manner.

A lopsided curve appeared on Allison's lips as she raised her eyebrows hearing Christina replying back with some game of her own. She pursed her lips into thin line, still maintaining a subtle smile and nodded her head down in respect to the Filipina for her flirtatious retort and going along with the flow of their conversation, which had been heavily centered around bellies at present.

"Way to state the obvious, Pere—Owww!...augh..." Allison was in the middle of her reply to Christina's admiration of her own abs, when the Filipina's sudden connection to her groin, dangerously close to the core, stunned her, dead in her tracks.

Her eyes bulged out wide and hands instinctively went down to clutch that region and the legs did their part too by twisting inwards such that both of her knees almost pointed towards each other.

"Ga..Khaa.." Strangled gasps escaped her partially parted oral cavity and there wasn't much she could do when Christina caught her head in a lock and sent her hurtling towards the nearest ropes!

"Aauugh!!" Her constricted throat gave in finally after eating a nasty knee squarely into the unprotected gut of hers, going so far as to flip over in middair to land on her back!

Allison feet trembled and quivered with every stride she put forth in her movements leading to the gut plowing knee strike. And the force of the shot almost plowed straight through her belly, but thanks to her own abs, the raven-haired woman didn't had to experience that much drastic consequence. But still she lay curled to the side with a hand pressed up against the belly, face contorted into a distressing grimace....

[Weonna]

Christina stood tall, wiping the back of her hand across her forehead as she caught her breath, the crowd roaring in approval. She glanced down at Allison, who was curled to the side, clutching her midsection with a grimace plastered across her face.

"Not so smug now, huh?"

Christina muttered under her breath, her smirk returning as she bent down and grabbed a handful of Allison’s dark hair.

With a firm tug, she yanked Allison to her feet, ignoring the groan of resistance from her opponent. Without hesitation, Christina whipped Allison toward the corner, sending her crashing back-first into the turnbuckles.

"WHAM!"

The sound of Allison’s body colliding with the padded corner echoed through the arena. Her arms draped over the top ropes for support, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Christina wasted no time, charging forward with a burst of speed. She leaped slightly, her open hand slicing through the air before landing with a resounding

Spoiler

SLAP!

across Allison’s upper chest.

The audience erupted in a mix of cheers and gasps as the knife-edge chop echoed loudly, a bright red mark began to form almost instantly on Allison's pale skin.

Christina took a step back, hyping the crowd as she raised her hand high, kissing her palm dramatically before winding up for another chop.

SLAP!

The second chop was just as loud, drawing an even louder reaction from the crowd. Allison’s face twisted in pain, her knees buckling slightly as her hands instinctively moved to her reddening chest.

"One more!"

Christina called out, grinning as she kissed her hand again, teasing the crowd as they chanted along.

SLAP!

The third chop connected with even more force, causing Allison’s head to snap back momentarily from the impact. Christina stepped back, admiring her handiwork as Allison slumped further into the corner, her body trembling from the sting of the relentless strikes.

"Let’s make it a four-piece c-c-c-combo!"

Christina shouted, kissing her hand one last time before delivering the final knife-edge chop.

SLAP!

The crowd roared as Christina stepped back, raising her arms to soak in the adulation of the audience, her confidence surging as she glanced at her opponent slumped in the corner.

"How’s that for a warm-up?"

Christina taunted, smirking as she prepared to keep her momentum going.

[Hitman45]

Oooff. It hurt. It definitely hurt.

Maybe it was from the momentum of the whip, maybe it was the knee being extra mean, or maybe it was a combination of both. But whatever it was, was more than enough to pull the rug from underneath Allison's feet, which were brimming with a smug arrogance just a few moments ago.

"Kch...Gah..Haoohh..." Her breath came out stifled due to the stomach muscles still recovering from the nasty shot to the gut. The Filipina must be doing leg-days obsessively for the hit to smart this badly.

"Aoouhhh...WHa— HAaaah!!" She wouldn't be give much time to wallow about however, her train of thought being derailed by the sharp yank of her scalp and the subsequent whip towards the corner post which packed venom behind it.

"KHAAA!!" Allison was still reeling from the sudden constriction of her lungs and aching back as she collided with the padded turnbuckles and hence was defenseless from the whipping motion with which her chest got struck!

Pain enveloped the whole of her bust, welling up particularly more where Christina's open-palm had left its imprint. Allison's breathing came out in ragged gasps and she almost tripped to land on her bum,such was the power packed behind her opponent's chop. The raven-haired woman hadn't anticipated that at all.

"SAAUHH!!...AUUUSGHHH!!" Her bust appeared to be marred more prominently by the time the third chop connected, leaving behind angry streaks of stinging burns in its wake. Allison's knees buckled, now reduced to a more crouching posture and she would have slumped completely had she not been clinging to the ropes with dear life, teeth gnashing and face wrinkled.

To add figurative salt to her wounds, Christina wasn't attacking Allison in a rapid sequence of shots and be done with but rather, she seemed to have taken a page of the raven-haired woman's book and play the crowd, keeping them guessing and on their toes before each brutal whipping chop the Filipina cast over Allison's chest, which looked like a canvas mottled with vivid red welts.

"SCSCHHhhhh....." The fourth chop carried a bit more flair with it, paraded with a touch of theatre and panache. But the end result was same as before—excruciating pain. And it was enough to drain the life out of Allison's quivering knees and push her down into a seated position as Christina towered over here.

But much like Christina, there was a flicker of defiance in Allison's eyes, laying slumped against the bottom buckle. A hand weakly pressing against her heaving chest, undulating from ragged breaths.Another lay free over the thigh, staying limp. Allison titled her head slightly up, face scrunched into a grimace to respond to Christina's rhetorical question.

"It..aah..was a warm-up..ungh..alright." Allison spoke with haggard breaths interspersed."My chest is warmed up..oof..from those...cute little pecks of your...aahh...hands. Damn it's burning...hsshh" She winced immediately after the retort, choosing to now stare at her reddened chest and bring the other arm up as well to cradle the ample bust. This is gonna look pretty bruised tomorrow and for a few days even...