First meeting: Allison Ford vs Christina Perez

[Weonna]

Christina sucked in a sharp breath, her body aching from head to toe.

The Bakunawa Breaker had landed perfectly, and the moment she felt Allison go completely limp against her shoulder, she knew she had driven her opponent straight into oblivion.

She didn’t waste time.

Breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, Christina rolled over and grabbed Allison’s leg, hooking it deep into a single-leg pin.

She pressed her weight down, her own chest heaving as she looked at the referee.

"Count it!"

The referee dropped to the mat.

"ONE!"

The crowd exploded, their voices a mix of excitement and tension.

Christina pressed down harder, gritting her teeth, her muscles screaming.

"TWO!"

The referee’s hand hovered in the air.

The crowd’s anticipation peaked.

Would this finally be the end?

Or did Allison Ford still have something left?

[Hitman45]

It all started to feel rather murky inside Allison's mind, the pain from the spine-cracking slam pulsing throughout coupled wtith every other thought inside swirled around aimlessly. Allison was semi-conscious at this point, with mind running on overdrive, but body showing little to no signs of movement.

Soft, muted pants broke out of her a few moments after the devastating maneuver, with the woman sprawled about, limp and lifeless. If this was earlier on in this contest, the raven-haired woman for sure would have scared the kids and the weak-hearted of the bunch out of this jam-packed dome with her jarring shrieks.

But her battered, bruised body and the state of her mind left her to silently endure it all.

Amongst everything going on around and inside her, the Filipina went for the pin, the action that really mattered at this juncture.

"ONE!!"

No reaction. No response whatsoever. It would have been safe to assume that this was it. The end. Ta-Ta. Goodbye.

"TWO!!"

The crowd stared at the action, with wide-eyes, hearts beating and anticipation palpable as the referee smacked her palm for the second consecutive time. This time around, Allison stirred, just a little. Her fingers twitched and legs jerked, before going still. Nothing to fret over.

"THRE—"

Allison's eyes were still partially shut, Christina was still on top of her, assured and determined to end it right now, her weight bearing down uncomfortably over the raven-haired woman. But somehow, her shoulder broke contact with the mat to lift up at the last possible moment, atleast to her perception. Her body had worked on autopilot, as it not happy to concede defeat even after everything it had been put through!

[Weonna]

Christina sat up, panting heavily, her frustration barely hidden behind her labored breaths.

"Oh, come on!"

She muttered, shaking her head as she ran a hand through her sweat-drenched hair.

"You should’ve stayed down."

She glanced at the referee, who held up two fingers, confirming the near-fall.

The crowd erupted in disbelief.

Allison had survived the Bakunawa Breaker.*

But Christina knew one thing for sure.

Allison wasn’t getting out of this next one.

With a deep breath, Christina slowly pushed herself to her feet, shaking out the burning in her arms and legs.

She didn’t need to think anymore. She knew exactly what she needed to do.*

Her finisher.

The Sampaguita Sleeper!

Christina backed up, her dark eyes locked onto Allison’s barely stirring form.

She bounced lightly on her feet, rolling her shoulders, resetting herself.

The Filipina could feel the adrenaline kicking in one last time.

This was it.

No more pin attempts. No more waiting.

She was going to choke Allison out.

The crowd buzzed in anticipation, seeing Christina lining up her final move.

All she had to do was wait.

Wait for Allison to fight back to her feet.

Wait for her to walk right into her grasp.

Wait for the moment to strike.

And when Allison finally staggered to her feet, dazed and barely standing—

Christina pounced.

She lunged forward, slipping behind Allison in a flash, her arms immediately locking around her opponent’s neck!

The Sampaguita Sleeper was locked in!

Spoiler

The rear naked choke was cinched deep, Christina’s arms squeezing with every ounce of strength she had left!

All Christina needed to do next was drop down on her back and wrap her legs around Allison's waist for the Coup de grâce!

[Hitman45]

It was a very still few moments for Allison after the last moment kick-out. She collapsed onto the mat, without movement again, eyes parted open this time, looking at the ceiling with panting breaths. Her hair lay sprawled all over the place and she didn't even bother to push strands of the raven tendrils away from the face.

She could hear Christina's grumblings of disappointment, and it was understandable. That move was as devastating as they come and had the impact in it to put Allison down for the count, but she somehow was able to deny it, again.

A sly smile cracked on her worn face, pleased with herself for not giving the Filipina what she craved yet.

A few moments passed and she felt good enough to roll onto her side and pull herself up. The Filipina didn't come to her view until she was fully up, though woozy and in a haze.

Thus she wasn't able to react on time when Christina slipped in behind her to wrap her arms around the raven-haired woman's neck and tighten her hold!

"Ghhkk...Hahhhh!!!" Allison's mouth parted to take in air, the airway rapidly being constricted which saw the woman instinctively try to pry the FIlipina's arms way, but to no avail.

She knew her submission game wasn't the best and thus this was looking like the end of her prospects here, the thoughts fuelled further by Christina taking this to the ground!

Allison gasped and flailed about, knwing thats should her opponent lock her legs in firmly, she would be out cold. She could feel the legs snaking up her waist and were just about to lock-in properly, when Allison would try to elbow Christina's side repeatedly to try and loosen her feet, just enough for her to try and roll away backwards!

But Christina's grip around her throat was such that even though Allison found herself on her feet, she was trapped in the hold in an awkwards bent over position and the pressure was still being felt around her neck!

The raven-haired woman was starting to black out , and there looked no escape out now. What she tried was conjured out of sheer desperation and there was nothing more she could do.

Her eyes gently closed, but not before tapping weakly against the Filipina's side, from a very inconspiuous angle...

*Tap**Tap**Tap*...

Spoiler

[Weonna]

The crowd was deafening.

Christina felt the tap.

It was weak—barely there—but she felt it.

Her arms squeezed tighter, her muscles burning, her breath ragged in Allison’s ear.

"Yeah, that’s right,"

she growled under her breath, feeling the last bit of life drain from Allison’s body.

"You’re done."

And then—

DING! DING! DING!

The bell rang.

Christina released the hold, her arms finally letting go as she shoved Allison aside, collapsing onto her back, chest rising and falling rapidly.

She had won.

She closed her eyes, sucking in deep, exhausted breaths, a triumphant smirk forming on her face.

The match had been a war, but in the end, she had made Allison tap.

The referee stepped in, grabbing her wrist—

Except—

He didn’t lift it.

Instead—

He raised Allison’s hand!

The crowd ERUPTED in shock!

Christina’s eyes snapped open.

Her smirk vanished.

Her heart dropped.

"WHAT?!"

She bolted up, still gasping for breath, looking at the referee like he had lost his mind.

"NO! NO! I MADE HER TAP!"

She shouted, her voice hoarse from exhaustion and frustration.

"I FELT IT! SHE TAPPED! I WON!"

The referee shook his head, pointing down at the mat, explaining—

Her shoulders had been down.

She had pinned herself.

The count had reached three before the referee had even seen the tap.

The realization hit her like a truck.

Christina’s expression twisted in fury, her jaw clenching as she grabbed at her own hair, disbelief flooding through her.

"NO! THAT’S BULLSHIT!"

She turned to Allison, who was barely conscious, still gasping, her body completely wrecked—yet victorious.

Christina’s hands balled into fists, her body shaking in frustration.

She had BEATEN Allison. She had MADE HER TAP.

But instead—

She had lost.

The crowd roared in shock, some cheering for Allison’s victory, others stunned by the bizarre outcome.

Christina’s face burned with frustration, her chest heaving.

[Hitman45]

Allison found herself in a semi-conscious state when the soft, fervent taps against Christina's side saw her being shoved off. The raven-haired woman couldn't do much, finding herself in a very suggestive posture, with face pressed against the mat and the rear arched upwards like a hump, a very shapely one at that.

She was sure that a snake had coiled around her throat the whole time she flailed and thrashed about in the Filipina's crutches, such was the force she had exerted into the grip, and now that there wasn't any obstruction around the airway, air flew in without hassel, which Allison's weary form gulped down greedily and the minor jerks and undulations her body found itself doing saw her collapse onto the mat in a more "converntional" manner.

"Ghh..Schf..." Few seconds ticked by, and she started to blink, just as her mind started to take in what all had transpired...

She had tapped out, once again. And there wasn't much she was able to do, once again. Her stomach churned about uneasily, partly from the beating her body had endured and part from the manner in which she found herself ceding defeat, once again.

Or so she thought...

"...get up...?...winner...Y—"

The match's official it seemed to be. Her ears visibly perked up from what she could make out, eyes fluttered open with an expression of bewilderment written all over her face.

Allison pulled herself up into a seated position, and turned to look at the referee, a wince escaping from the lips.

"Schh...I uhh..think I am good enough to be up. But...Wha—"

The referee tugged at her arm and the raven-haired woman rose, albeit with a wobble. What followed next was something not many could have predicted.

Allison felt her arm being pulled up, and her expression was one that summed up the reactions of most of the people in the arena tonight.

Huh? (that expression, also imagine the arm being raised up by the official)

SHE WAS DECLARED AS THE WINNER!!

The whole of the dome erupted into commotion and chatter, some actively booing the referee and Allison, while others finding the climax of the fight rather amusing and even cheering for the woman. Christina though, expectedly, was the least pleased.

And that's when Allison understood what had happened. When the match official was explaining himself to a furious Christina, Allison's eyes widened at the realisation.

Christina had pinned herself.

The referee probably wasn't able to see Allison's tap-out before the count, leading to the raven-haired woman being declared the winner.

An absolute blunder on his part no doubt.

She knew it wasn't the right decision but still, her mind whispered, with its unparalled wisdom, that the time was ripe to play the crowd and rile the irate Filipina up even more that she already was, even if it was just for a few moments and she wouldn't mean it genuinely. Not the best of choices she would have made tonight.

A wide smile was curved up on the lips. Arms, slightly folded at the elbows and extended to the sides. She distanced herself away from the raging Filipina and the meek referee to stroll towards the nearest cornerpost and soak in the adulation.

Alriiight!

[Weonna]

Christina was livid.

Her body was exhausted, her muscles ached, and her lungs still burned from the grueling war she had just endured—but all of that paled in comparison to the rage boiling inside her chest.

She had won this match.

She had felt Allison tap out.

And yet—somehow, in the biggest load of bullshit she had ever seen, she had been the one counted down.

"This is a joke!"

she snapped, her voice raw from the strain of the match. She pointed a shaking finger at the referee, who was still trying to justify themself.

"You’re blind! You’re actually blind! I MADE HER TAP!"

The referee held their hands up defensively, shaking their head.

"I didn’t see it, Christina, your shoulders were down—"

"BULLSHIT!"

she cut him off, stepping closer, her fists clenched, her chest heaving in anger.

But what made it worse?

Allison.

That smug little smile.

The way she played up the ‘victory,’ basking in the crowd’s reaction, arms spread like she had actually earned this.

It made Christina’s blood boil.

Her jaw tightened, her fingers twitching with the urge to wipe that look off Allison’s face.

She could see it was an act, could tell Allison knew damn well she didn’t win this match fairly.

But the fact that she was leaning into it, riling up the crowd, playing it up—

It made Christina want to rip her apart!

This wasn’t over.

Christina glared daggers at Allison, her dark eyes burning with unfiltered fury.

She didn’t need words.

Her expression said everything.

This wasn’t finished.

With a sharp turn of her heel, Christina stormed toward the ropes, her movements stiff with pain and anger.

She rolled out of the ring aggressively, shoving past the medical staff that had cautiously approached.

The crowd watched in anticipation, some booing, others cheering, but Christina didn’t give a damn about any of them right now.

She marched up the ramp, shaking her head, her fingers still curled into fists.

At the top of the stage, she paused, turning back just for a moment.

One last glare at Allison.

One last silent promise.

This. Wasn’t. Over.

Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and disappeared backstage.

[Hitman45]

Winner: Allison Ford VIA Pinfall

To be Continued...