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

[Hitman45]

Allison was still smarting from the miscued Dropkick which left her torso hanging inside the ring, ripe for Tara to pluck the fruits of her endeavours. And since this was a match for the tummy enthusiasts, eager to eager both the competitors absolutely wreck each other's sculpted stomachs, the raven-haired woman had understandable braced herself for an attack in that region, expecting a nasty hit particularly due to the torture that she herself had put the Belly-Stretcher through a moments prior.

"AAOOOUUFFF!!....Hhah..." A guttural shriek tore through the arena, which gave way to ragged wheezing.

A blinding pain shot from the pits of Allison's core, enveloping the whole body for a split second during which Allison felt she had been impaled mercilessly! That searing agony soon ebbed, but the ache remained leaving Allison clutching her crotch with both the legs pressed against each other, writhing about from side to side with a grimace, a few ragged exhales giving way from time to time.

"HOOUUGH!!!..Gluc..." Another scream, but this time accompanied by gagging, like Allison wasn't done letting it known how she felt audibly, but it wouldn't come out.

Her belly felt the whole weight of the Belly-Stretcher bearing down, funneling through the bony knees, which gleefully had dug in deep from the leaping drop over Allison's stomach. Already her belly had been throbbing, the effects of the stomach claw still lingered and the knees plowing deep into her gut did not do any favours.

Her eyes bulged wide upon impact and the sensory nerves around the wounded expanse ignited to convey a burning ache over into her mind. The raven-haired woman felt that she could throw-up, but swallowed the bile back which surfaced into her mouth.

She could only feel, not even watch, Tara coiling her hands around her ankles, such was the immediate effect of the improvised 'low-blow' and it was legal with a technicality and the nasty knee drop that had followed. The Belly-Stretcher seemed to be keen on dragging Allison's supine body away from the ropes to position the raven-haired woman the way she desired.

Still panting and wheezing, Allison could only squirm about feebly as the tan-skinned woman draped her sculped self across her belly to hook her leg up and indicate for the pin count to be initiated.

The one count was no contest from the raven-haired who parted her eyes and tried to adjust her vision, ridding away the distortions and hazy picture quality and only after the second count did her limbs come to life, trying to kick and flail, but not enough to cause trouble for the Belly Stretcher.

"THR—"

With a guttural grunt, Allison thrust her hips upward, just as the referee was about to hit the mat for the final time to buck Tara off of her, but in hindsight maybe she shouldn't have resorted to this way as Allison immediately would curl up to the side clutching her stomach, hissing in pain from the way her belly stretched taut when she pushed Tara off of her...

[Bare]

There it was. Despite the utter hell Tara's stomach had been through this match she felt confident that finally it was hers for the winning. The low blow, the massive knee drop from the top rope, and now Tara had as tight a pinfall as can be achieved on her opponent. Naturally the count was going smoothly, one two, and then there it was. Right before three everything went to shit.

Somehow, someway, Allison had managed to thrust her whole body forward, bucking Tara off and sending her to her knees just above the woman's head. A shocked expression taking root on Tara's face in the process. "N-No. That's... that's impossible! Ref you slow counted!" Tara demanded, getting up and practically pouncing on the ref who quickly threw his hands up and reminded her that she would definitely lose if she attacked him making Tara growl softly before turning down towards her opponent.

"Dammit!" Tara snapped out as she bent down, grabbing Allison by the hair and forcing the woman to her knees. "Why! Won't! You! Stay! Down!" Tara demanded, enunciating each word with a punch to the side of Allison's head as she went to town, trying to keep the woman dazed while punishing her before doing anything else!

[Hitman45]

Allison coughed and wheezed clutching her wounded, bruised belly. it felt as if a log had been rammed into her belly barreling from afar. Her long raven tendrils covered her contorted face from the masses, who were clearly enthralled from the dedicated belly wrecking on display. So many tummy enthusiasts in the dome tonight.

She could hear Tara ranting and accusing the referee of being biased towards the her. The woman looked to have lost it, clearly pissed off. The Belly-Stretcher had seemingly put all her eggs in one basket and now she had to start over again, come up with another strategy.

"Scchh....Augh!AAh!Guh...KHaa!!" After being pulled onto her knees, the fingers of the Belly-Stretcher digging hard into the scalp, Allison face was greeted with a flurry of frustrated fists, each one followed by a word enunciated with fury and irritation by Tara for not staying down for the fall.

Allison took those blows squarely to the face, with some of them whiplashing her head to the side and one particularly nasty shot, cutting her lips, a valley of crismon finding freedom to flow out in a narrow stream upto her chin. Her head felt dazed and could feel her pulse throbbing. The whole of the skull stung. She tried to get her arm up to protect by couldn't do much apart from that, with Tara's punches unrelenting and indignation palpable...