First meeting: Allison Ford vs Christina Perez

[Weonna]

The wind was driven out of Christina’s lungs as Allison’s knees slammed down into her stomach with pinpoint accuracy.

"GUHHH!"

Her body jolted violently, her breath escaping in a sharp gasp as her abs compressed under the sudden weight. The Filipina’s arms instinctively wrapped around her midsection, her legs twitching slightly from the shock of the impact.

Allison rolled off smoothly, standing upright as Christina lay beneath her, writhing slightly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The Filipina’s face contorted in pain, her toned belly now visibly heaving as she tried to suck in air, each breath feeling like a struggle after the brutal knee drop.

But Allison wasn’t finished.

With a confident smirk, the raven-haired woman reached down, yanking Christina up by the arm and hair. The Filipina groaned, her body still weak from the prior move, and offered little resistance as she was pulled to her feet, still clutching her aching midsection.

With a powerful grunt, Allison kicked back, hoisting Christina slightly off the mat before driving her face-first into the canvas with a vicious DDT!

"WHAM!"

Christina definitely fee the effects of the brutal DDT!

Her face bounced off the mat*with a sickening thud, sending sharp waves of pain crashing through her skull and down her spine. A groan escaped her lips as she slowly rolled to her side, clutching her head with one hand while the other instinctively moved to her still-aching stomach.

"Ghhhnn... Damn it..."

Christina hissed under her breath, her eyes squeezing shut as she fought to gather herself. Her temples throbbed, and a dull ringing echoed in her ears from the impact. Her body felt sluggish, heavy—like she was sinking into the mat.

[Hitman45]

Allison grit her teeth as the mild tremors from dropping down to the mat to execute her maneuver hit its mark, leading to Christina's head being bounced off of the surface. The Filipina maybe smug and cocky about her endurance as well as durabilty, but they weren't empty boasts.

She had done way more than enough to prove that aspect time and again and thus Allison knew it wasn't to be a cakewalk to get the result she desired.

"Annnd up you go...." Allison dragged out the pronunciation of the word, while her hands wrapped around the ankles of Christina's feet. She had her foot on the pedal and wasn't keen on taking it off now, not when Christina was such a dazed state, vulnerable and helpless.

She planned to drop down with both feet snug between the fold of her arms and use them as levers to pull the upper body of the Filipina upwards like a Catapult and aim towards the nearby cornerpost,such that she bonks her head against the turnbuckle!

Spoiler

[Weonna]

Christina’s body shot forward, her face smashing hard against the middle turnbuckle with a sickening

THUD!

"Ghhhnngh!"

Christina grunted, her head snapping back as the impact jarred her skull. Pain exploded through her forehead, sending a sharp jolt down her spine. Her hands instinctively clutched her face, and she staggered backward, her legs wobbling dangerously.

The arena gasped as Christina, completely disoriented, stumbled blindly in the wrong direction—straight toward the ropes!

Before she could stop herself, her momentum carried her through the ropes, and with a sudden misstep, she toppled over the edge!

"WHOA!!"

The crowd roared as Christina plummeted to the outside mats, landing hard on her back with a heavy thud!

"OHHHHHHH!"

The audience reaction was loud and mixed, a blend of shock and sympathy at the brutal landing.

Christina’s body convulsed slightly on impact, her hands gripping her aching head as she groaned in pain. Her legs kicked weakly, her breathing heavy as she lay sprawled out on the ringside floor!

[Hitman45]

The collective gasp of the crowd echoed throughout the arena, and when Allison got into a seated position, she could see why. Christina was launched into the turnbuckles alright, just as Allison had hoped, but it was what transpired after that really made people get up from their seats and take notice.

Even Allison couldn't believe for a second what she saw. She had to actually squint her eyes and rub them, while still being seated because just a moment before, Christina was hurled towards the turnbuckle and reeling from its impact. Now the raven-haired woman found her not on the mat, but rather on the floor, which earned a scoff out of her opponent.

"Whoa..." Allison strode towards the ropes and leaned against them by her folded arms, Christina's supine form writhing just below her on the hard floor.

"How did you find yourself here?" Allison leisurely got out of the ring to stand above the Filipina on the apron, looking down at her, a wry chuckle escaping her lips.

"This ain't the right place to let your hair down, Perez. I'll help ya out...wait a sec" But there wasn't going to be any help from her side, atleast not immediately because Allison was planning to leap and drive her feet into Christina's abs from the altitude of the apron with a Double-Foot Stomp, a move which has served her very well throughtout her career and LAW as well, owing to the minimum recoil should the move miss its mark, as Allison could easily roll away!

But she would also have to be quick on her feet immediately to counter the the attacks that could probably follow and knowing how fast the Filipina could be, Allison had to be on her toes for the retaliation, should it come to that....

[Weonna]

At the last moment—

Christina rolled away!

"WHAM!"

Allison’s boots would smack hard against the unforgiving floor, that should send a sharp jolt of pain rocketing through her legs and lower back.

That split-second miscalculation was all Christina needed.

"Big mistake, Ford."

The Filipina, still aching but fueled by adrenaline, shot up to her feet and grabbed a fistful of Allison’s hair, yanking her upright.

"Come here."

SMACK!

Christina drove Allison’s face straight into the steel ring post, the sickening sound of flesh meeting metal echoing through the arena.

"OHHHH!"

The crowd winced, the impact making some fans visibly recoil.

But Christina wasn’t done.

With a firm grip on the back of Allison’s head, she whipped her forward—

BAM!

Allison’s face slammed against the edge of the ring apron, the hardest part of the ring!

But Christina was relentless.

With one last powerful shove, she sent Allison stumbling backward—

CRASH!

Allison’s face would smash against the barricade!

The arena erupted, fans on the front row leaning in, eager to see how much more punishment Allison could take.

Christina stood over her opponent, breathing heavily, wiping sweat from her forehead. Her ribs ached, her head still throbbed, but the sight of Allison wrecked against the barricade fueled her fire.

The Filipina took a step back, eyeing the distance between them as she plotted her next move. The setup was perfect...

[Hitman45]

"Sshhh..." Allison hissed out loud upon landing, her face automatically contorting into a grimace from the hard landing on the floor.

Even though she had landed upon her feet, the power that Allison had packed into the leap, aimed at caving in Christina's abs inwards; and the abrupt halt of her motion by the floor, even after her rolling away, wasn't enough to leave unscathed.

Allison remained seated on one knee, curling her toes to bear the pangs of hurt shooting up the legs and that shift of focus from her opponent was enough for the Filipina to spring an offense of her own.

And it was less than ideal, particularly for Allison's mental state.

"GAAAH!!" Allison's forehead exploded, metaphorically ofcourse, with maddening agony, that rippled through her entire cranial architecture from seeing her head being smashed against the steel ring-post.

But there wasn't any time for the raven-haired woman to let the pain simmer properly, beacuse her head was about to take further beating into form of another nasty collision— this time against the edge of the apron!

"GOOUGH...Schhh.." Again, the same part of her face took the brunt of the damage, which resulted in her vision being clouded by black spots popping up and fizzing out erratically.

Allison's throat felt constricted, which saw her shrill cries reduced to mere whimpers. She stumbled about, legs trembling akin to that of a newborn kitten, about to give up any moment now.

If the people, who were visible shocked and some even queasy, were expecting this facial brutality had ceased, then they were in for a rude awakening because what Christina did next sent a shudder throughtout the bustling dome, eliciting a collective wince out of it.

But it soon shifted into cheers and chants of appreciation for the Filipina's rip-roaring comeback!

"KHYaa!...Hshhh...Ghaak..." This time, Allison straight-up collapsed onto the floor, clutching her head from having it meet the extremely hard exterior of the barricade this time. Her body jerked and spasmed from the impact, even her loud gasp shrinking into choked mewls from the very audible crash.

Allison breathed raggedly, interspersed with haggard whining and lolled about on her back, eyes squeezed shut. Her whole face throbbed and even parting open the eyelids sent fresh pangs of agony coursing through the skull. She wasn't aware of where Christina was or what she intended to do next, which couldn't be good at all...

[Weonna]

Christina stood over Allison’s wrecked form, breathing heavily, the fire in her eyes burning brighter than ever. The Filipina could feel the pulsing ache in her ribs and head, but she pushed it aside, feeding off the roar of the crowd.

Allison was sprawled out, clutching her head, her body still twitching from the impact against the barricade. The once-cocky, teasing woman was now reduced to ragged breathing and weak groans, her hands feebly gripping at her throbbing skull.

Perfect.

Christina reached down, grabbing a fistful of Allison’s raven hair,yanking her halfway up.

"Up you go, little Alli~,"

Christina growled, pulling her opponent up to her knees and draping her over the top of the barricade. The crowd on the front row leaned in, eyes wide with anticipation, some even whipping out their phones to capture the destruction that was about to unfold.

Christina snickered, glancing around at the hyped-up crowd.

"Y’all enjoying this?"

she called out, her free hand gesturing to the wrecked Allison. The audience erupted in cheers, sensing what was coming.

The Filipina smirked before shifting her grip, wrapping an arm around Allison’s head in a tight facelock.

The setup for a DDT.

The crowd’s excitement peaked, some standing up as Christina glanced down at the unforgiving mats.

"Night night, Ford,"

Christina muttered believing that this may be the killshot!

WHAM!

Christina snapped back,dropping straight down, spiking Allison’s head to the mats with the barricade DDT!

Spoiler

[Hitman45]

Allison wasn't aware the slightest about what was going on around her, what Christina was upto, or even what was about to happen to her soon. She was too lost in her own world of agony to care at the moment, her slumped, whimpering form a testament to that.

Christina was definitely making this comeback count and it was appearing that this fight would soon enter the final stretches. Allison was in no condition to resist against being pulled up onto her knees before feeling her body suspended with the legs anchoring the body, and the head trapped between Christina's hands.

"Urh...Agh...Grrr...." Allison weakly writhed trapped in the hold, trying her best to squirm out but her body, the head specifically seemed to have not recovered yet from the repeated blows it took in such a small span of time.

Every twitch and shudder from her body saw waves of ache course throughout the body, which would culminate in the raven-haired woman letting out a weak, throaty cry, as the Filipina held her in the position.

"GAUUGHH..." All of a sudden, Allison blacked out, temporarily. She felt her head being rammed against something very hard, like concrete or steel, and the she wasn't even able to get a shriek out, simply crumpling down onto the floor without contest and went limp, one leg still hooked to the barricade by the curve of the foot, while the other was unmoving, sprawled languidly.

Her skull burned and throbbed relentlessly, but she was too dazed, too stunned to react or respond to it and simply let it rampage all over. The head throbbing was to prominent now and it seemed to go in sync with her heartbeat, while the raven-haired woman looked down and out...

[Weonna]

Christina exhaled deeply, rolling her shoulders as she stood over Allison’s limp form. The Filipina could feel the heat of the match coursing through her muscles, her ribs aching from earlier attacks, but she knew this was her moment.

"Tough girl, huh?"

Christina muttered under her breath, gripping a handful of Allison’s hair.

"You sure ain’t looking like one right now."

With zero resistance from Allison, Christina yanked her up, the raven-haired woman’s body dangling lifelessly for a second before Christina effortlessly tossed her back into the ring.

Allison landed flat on her back, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, her limbs splayed out weakly.

Christina followed in immediately, sliding into the ring, her expression sharp and determined. There was no need for theatrics now. No playing to the crowd.

This was it.

The Filipina stepped over Allison’s battered form, placing one knee on the mat as she hooked her opponent’s leg, folding Allison’s body slightly as she leaned into the single-leg pin.

The referee dropped down for the count.

"ONE!"

Christina pressed her weight down harder, her biceps flexing as she secured the hold, eyes locked on Allison’s face for any signs of movement.

"TWO!"

The arena held its breath, some counting along, others shouting for Allison to kick out.

Christina gritted her teeth, tightening her grip.

Would this be the end?

Or did Allison Ford still have some fight left in her?

[Hitman45]

Allison struggled to steady when Christina pulled her up, her head still engulfed in pain, which made it difficult for her to even open her eyes. The hair-pull only exacebated things, letting out a low whine out of the woman, her vocal cords looked too tired to muster a more prominent sound.

Christina pushed Allison back into the ring with relative ease, seeing as the raven-haired woman put up little to no fight in doing so, save for a few weak attempts to pry away Christina's arms. Allison lay there, on her back, feeling her head throb like a pinball, ready to explode out any minute now.

"Ouugh.." She groaned, feeling the Filipina press hard against her and hook a leg up.

The first two counts went by without any hijinks, Allison was still feeling the effects of the cranial assault, and she only knew from the dome counting the numbers that she was about to be pinned, but her body wasn't cooperating!

By the end of the second count, Allison's writhing grew a bit more prominent, though her face still conveyed the pain coursing throught the brain. She wasn't feeling the least bit good right now, but wasn't keen to throw in the towel just yet.

She still had a bit of fight left in her, or not. Time to test that theory.

"THRE—"

By the barest of margins. Almost 2.9999. That was when Allison could muster her shoulder up to break the fall attempt, before collapsing onto the mat again!

She curled to her side with hands cradling her head, not a thought in the brain, except for maybe the relief of avoiding the pinfall...