Allison "Avalanche" Ford
Real Name: Allison Ford
Age: 24
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Jet-Black
Height: 178cm / 5'10"
Weight: 157 lbs / 71 kg
Nationality: American
Alignment: Face
Entrance Music:
Hyper - Spolier
Appearance
Allison possesses a strong, athletic build with proper musculature, while retaining her curves in all the right areas.
She stands at an impressive one-hundred and seventy eight centimetres tall, which is more than the average woman and is at a formidable advantage, towering over most of her opponents while also offering a longer reach.
Jet-black hair falls down to her hips and beautifully frames her pretty face from the sides.Her dark grey eyes are captivating,framed by long eyelashes.
Rosy, full lips convey a natural, pleasant smile. Her skin-tone is cool honey without any spots or freckles and legs like they could go on for days.
Allison is blessed with ample, shapely D-cup breasts. Even in baggy tops, they get noticed.
But it's her midriff that she is most proud of. Initially the expanse was toned, yet soft with decent give under stress but has become sturdy with visible, defined abs over time from working out and being tested in fights.
Personality
Out of the ring, one word that fits her best would be Sanguine. Always easygoing and rarely uptight, up for striking a conversation, meeting new people, Allison is as breezy as they come and always ready to go along whatever the moment turns into.
This extends to the way she reacts to adversity as well. Not one to get strung up or spiral out, Allison tries to tackle problems with minimum fuss, often staying level-headed which aids in keeping others grounded as well to an extent. No matter how overwhelming the odds might be or how dreadful the circumstances might be, you wouldn’t see Allison tense up, stressed out.
That doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel rage or pure anger, but it doesn’t happen too often. It takes a lot to ruffle her feathers and so, If you somehow managed to get her riled up and bubbling with fury, then you messed up real bad. And in this state, there are no more laughs, jokes, witty retorts or clapbacks. What emerges is a woman of few words and a murderous intent. Very few instances have seen her being pushed this far till now.
Good genetics have played their part in influencing how Allison’s physique has been shaped over the years but make no mistake, she’s no slob.To succeed in LAW, you can not slack off, ever. And to that end, Allison’s dedication to bettering herself reflects in the way she goes about her training everyday, always willing to put in a hundred percent effort.
"Loyalty is a two-way street. If I am expecting it from you, then you sure as hell are getting it from me", is something Allison believes wholeheartedly. She has a history of being reliable and dependable for her friends in their times of need. It didn't matter if the opponent was big, small, thin, fat, muscular, had connections, was rich or had any of the thousands of advantages in the world over her; she was always willing to fight for the people she trusts.
In the ring, she isn’t too different. The breezy attitude remains, and is now accompanied with the penchance to banter, be it with a like-minded opponent who matches her energy or retorting to a more stony-face, grim, snappy individual. Her priority lies in ensuring that she performs to her best in every fight, no half-measures. That sentiment is helped by the absolutely stacked roster of the federation, where every man and woman is a formidable combatant. So, it naturally pushes Allison to give her all in almost every fight that she’s put into.
Character Bio
Background
Early Days
Allison grew up in Brooklyn, in a well-to-do family. Her father worked at a reputed firm for mergers and acquisitions while her mother did freelancing work for advertising companies as a writer. In the early years, she was a bundle of energy; always running around the whole house, falling on her face, curious about things that she didn't understand, touching things that she was told explicitly not to touch, and then crying; almost like cat in a human form.Both her parents were passionate about sports. Football, Tennis, Basketball, Volleyball, MMA, Wrestling ... . If they see a person playing with a ball or doing an activity, scores are being kept and players are wearing jerseys, they would be hooked immediately.
By the age of 7- 8, she too started to share her parents' enthusiasm for sports and took a particular shine towards wrestling. She would mimic those moves with her father or mother and play-act. They lived in the suburbs, where most of the neighbouring kids were either older or bigger than her. But that didn't deter her from mingling. Since Allison was one of the smallest, at the beginning she used to have to get the ball out of the bushes, or from the neighbouring yards,etc; be the seeker when playing hide'n seek, last to be picked in football, basketball. But Allison seemed to not care for it one bit. She just wanted to play. The traits of competitiveness and resilience stemmed from these experiences. It took time, but she became a part of the group and enjoyed playing everyday like it was her last. Coming home with bruises and cuts on her face, arms and legs due to the rough nature of their games, getting involved in the occasional scraps became routine. Her parents used to tell her to take it easy but she would be too engrossed and concentrated while playing to heed their warnings.
The Turning Point
At the age of 14, a major event transpired in her life. One evening, her father staggered home with a bloody face and collapsed on the couch, leaving her worried. But surprisingly, her mother knew what to do and was working like clockwork, cleaning his bruises and wounds and bandaging them. It was as if this was common for her father. Once her father dozed off after ingesting painkillers, Allison pressed her mother about what happened and why she didn't look worried and knew exactly what to do. At first, her mother tried to distract her and make up an answer, but Allison was having none of it.
Finally, she sighed and revealed that her father used to be a very hot-heated man in his youth, always looking for a fight. Known for his devastating strikes, he wanted to have a career in fighting, in MMA. But fate had other plans. His father fell ill and couldn't work.So he assumed the financial responsibility by putting himself through college and working at the same time, doing odd-jobs. He also occasionally fought in underground fight-club matches, where he made decent money and experienced the thrill of his passion. Her mother met him in a bar after one of those fights, and they slowly but surely hit it off. But he knew these fights weren't sustainable for money and had to find a stable job. On the day he graduated, he had a great job offer with a fat pay check. That night,with a heavy heart he decided that he will take part in one last fight, before hanging up his boots. He won the fight and was in such a hurry to get back home to accept the offer, that he couldn't hear the organizer of the match calling him. After a few days, he found out that an MMA Scout present during that fight, looking to sign the winner of the bout, was impressed by his prowess and wanted to offer him a huge contract. But since he left hastily, that contract went to the person who got bested, thus missing out probably the only chance to fulfill his passion. Hearing that, he broke down mentally, and lost interest and enthusiasm in every aspect of life. After Allison was born, it was a no-brainer to stay away from combat sports and he left that dream to be buried. From then on, he worked like a robot, devoid of emotions. But his love for her mother and daughter never vanished.
Occasionally, out of habit, he would get into underground fights and would come home in a bloody mess, and her mother would nurse him.
She then took Allison down to the basement of their home, where Allison had been to, many times. Her mother opened a hidden compartment on the wall, which revealed some old-punching bags, boxing and even MMA Gloves. Apparently,after he got his job, they moved here and ever since then, her father would let off steam here and her mother would occasionally spar with him. Yeah, she could hold her own in a fight.
The Beginnings
Allison was...not happy at first and was angry at both of her parents for hiding such an important phase of her family history from her. But, she was also elated that both her parents were certified badasses. How many kids could tell that their father kicked butts for a living? The desire to be involved in combat sports had always existed. And after this reveal, her first coach was there all along!
Allison begged her father and mother to train her to fight, and after a bit of persuasion, her father more than her mother, they gave in, but only agreeing to teach the basics.Her father remained stern on the point that he didn’t want her to venture into this field professionally. It was one thing to view and enjoy combat sports as a spectator, but an entirely different thing to actively get into it, and her father wasn’t keen to see her daughter enter into such a violent field.
From then on, she focused her mind and body on physical activities as she wanted to prove to her father that she indeed had the fortitude to make a career out of this. Apart from whatever knowledge her parents drilled into her, Allison also secretly went ahead to join various clubs in her school aimed at teaching combat, to hone her striking and grappling. Those gruelling sessions aided in her development, but fights out of her school, the real nasty ones with no rules with opponents bigger and stronger than her, those built character. In most of those altercations, she was beaten to a pulp owing to her still diminutive frame and lacking power. But she wasn't bogged down by those setbacks. They seemed to exhilarate her; the adrenaline, the response of the body when an attack made contact. Everything about combat seemed to draw her in even more. Her growth spurt exploded around this time and soon Allison started to enjoy the size advantage over most of her opponents. She would move faster, hit harder and start winning more than losing. The whole regimen to develop herself was working.
Going to tournaments and competitions required an elaborate, airtight excuse. So did the reasons for having a black-eye, or sprained foot, or a busted lip, which mostly ended with Allison receiving an earful, but still mostly free from any suspicions.
Realizations
Eventually the wall of lies was bound to crumble. One day, when Allison was 18, her father visited his old stomping grounds, a bar within the interiors of Brooklyn, and found out that there was a fight that was going to take place soon. He got inside the arena to check it out and to his dismay, it was his daughter that was going to be fighting! Her opponent was bigger and bulkier than her. He began to assume the worst and began to fear that Allison would get seriously injured or even be crippled. The bell rang and he closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to watch his daughter suffer. A second...Two....Three...Ten Seconds passed. Assuming that the fight ended, he opened his eyes to see that Allison was actually going toe-to-toe with the burly brawler and she was in fact in control. She was dodging, weaving hits effortlessly and attacking with intent. Her father was astounded by her courage and prowess.His chest beamed with pride. He mentally cursed himself for not trusting her enough. After all, she was his daughter and an apple doesn't fall far from its tree.
But soon, the tide of the match turned. There was blood on both of them but none of them were willing to relent. The opponent started to retaliate and Allison was finding it difficult to weather the storm. He seemed to use punches as his preferred choice of dealing damage, which was working like a treat. Allison’s body started to take hits more frequently and her father observed that she was losing her defensive shape too often due to the fatigue. Additionally, the attacks were all over the place. One particular punch to her midriff seemed to knock the wind out of her, as she fell on her knee, coughing and wheezing. Eyes became hazy and the body seemed to have been drained of strength. Fortunately for her, the burly brawler didn't attack any more, instead preoccupied with gloating and posing for the audience. She tried to focus on her breathing and when it settled back to normal, she blinked and eyed at the crowd.
Her eyes seemed to deceive her as she saw the silhouette of someone frighteningly familiar. She rubbed eyes to see if her mind was hallucinating. But it was indeed her father. Allison observed that her father was gesturing something. She made out that his hand movements and lip movements were saying to go for his body and feet. Avoid reaching for the head. Allison nodded. She soon got back up, and the fight resumed. Allison seemed to be in a more comfortable stance and looked composed, while her opponent looked complacent and overconfident. Now, instead of trying to dodge and hit, she ducked under the attacks and targeted the body of the opponent. Still, her defense was caught lacking many times and consequently took some nasty hits to the body. Her lip was cut, blood was flowing from the side of her head and her body looked red and purple in places. But she
somehow was committed to her fight and to win. Finally, Allison managed to knock the brawler out.
The small arena was filled with a deafening roar. She fell on her knees as she was declared the winner. That brawler was apparently a top draw and was predicted to surely win. The odds were heavily against Allison's favour. And the people always appreciated an underdog victory, their adoration through the roof.
An hour later, when she was nursing her wounds, Allison’s father entered with her mother on video call. They had a heart-to-heart conversation, where both of them revealed that they had been suspicious of her activities for a while, but didn’t act on them much to see if she really meant to dive deep into this world. Her mother spoke for both of them while saying that she was free to go as far as she wanted, now that they had personally seen how well she could handle herself, with her father nodding in agreement and followed by a tearful, familial embrace.
The Real Deal
Her steadfast venture took her all over the Americas, North and South, touring around countries to compete, honing her prowess, and adding new facets to her repertoire.
Over the next few years, Allison became a huge hit wherever she went, leaving a lasting impact to become a guaranteed box-office hit, a real crowd puller. Notable promotions soon were scrambling for her signature at some point or the other. Standard, Hardcore, Cage-Fighting, No-Holds Barred, Allison was game for them all. If she was gracing the ring with her presence for a match, it was a certainty to be a blockbuster, irrespective of the result.
She wasn’t averse to amping up the brutality; using furniture, steel chairs, ladders, tables, rods, bats, jumping of cages and much more, and has been on the wrong end of those many a time, resulting in bruises, welts, bloodied face, body, black eyes, dislocations, concussions, etc.
This was the time when Allison also began to find ways to target her opponent’s belly frequently, while also flaunting her own, even partaking in fights with stipulations involving that expanse. And also the time when she crossed paths with one Elena Walker, and they bonded quickly from there, becoming close friends. Titles would soon follow, becoming the top-card in almost all the promotions she would work in. Her time in the touring around and the experience she gained would prove to be invaluable, helping her to work the crowds, cut engaging promos, not being overawed by large audiences and working with the backstage crew, among other aspects. By 23, Allison was one of the hottest prospects around.
She would be spotted by scouts of the promotion she had been drawn towards since childhood during a NHB match. Both the fighters running on fumes and a bloody mess by the end, barely able to take guard, let alone lift or throw. Their performances earned a standing ovation from the packed crowd. By this time, Allison had achieved clarity about where her future lay. It was a no-brainer. After the match, Allison signed on the dotted line and as soon as she recovered, her bags were packed and she left for Tokyo, eager to embrace a new culture, surroundings, and language. But one thing was going to be constant: kicking butts and looking good doing so.
Present Day
After finalizing her lucrative contract with LAW, Allison invested well in two key areas. One was a car — a CT5 - V Blackwing Cadillac . The other was a sea-facing 2 bedroom flat in a large apartment with comfort aplenty; optimal for a warm, peaceful space to call home.
She didn’t think much about her appearance initially, choosing to rather focus on performances and skills in order to ensure that her jump into the big leagues was a successful one. Thus she fought in her indie attire for a while. And only when she felt settled and assured about her place in LAW did she feel the need to work on her presentation and outfit.
Allison also has found out that many of the people she fought in the indies have been plying their trade in LAW. So, they were bound to bump into each other sooner or later, which she’s looking forward to.
Allison grew up in Brooklyn, in a well-to-do family. Her father worked at a reputed firm for mergers and acquisitions while her mother did freelancing work for advertising companies as a writer. In the early years, she was a bundle of energy; always running around the whole house, falling on her face, curious about things that she didn't understand, touching things that she was told explicitly not to touch, and then crying; almost like cat in a human form.Both her parents were passionate about sports. Football, Tennis, Basketball, Volleyball, MMA, Wrestling ... . If they see a person playing with a ball or doing an activity, scores are being kept and players are wearing jerseys, they would be hooked immediately.
By the age of 7- 8, she too started to share her parents' enthusiasm for sports and took a particular shine towards wrestling. She would mimic those moves with her father or mother and play-act. They lived in the suburbs, where most of the neighbouring kids were either older or bigger than her. But that didn't deter her from mingling. Since Allison was one of the smallest, at the beginning she used to have to get the ball out of the bushes, or from the neighbouring yards,etc; be the seeker when playing hide'n seek, last to be picked in football, basketball. But Allison seemed to not care for it one bit. She just wanted to play. The traits of competitiveness and resilience stemmed from these experiences. It took time, but she became a part of the group and enjoyed playing everyday like it was her last. Coming home with bruises and cuts on her face, arms and legs due to the rough nature of their games, getting involved in the occasional scraps became routine. Her parents used to tell her to take it easy but she would be too engrossed and concentrated while playing to heed their warnings.
The Turning Point
At the age of 14, a major event transpired in her life. One evening, her father staggered home with a bloody face and collapsed on the couch, leaving her worried. But surprisingly, her mother knew what to do and was working like clockwork, cleaning his bruises and wounds and bandaging them. It was as if this was common for her father. Once her father dozed off after ingesting painkillers, Allison pressed her mother about what happened and why she didn't look worried and knew exactly what to do. At first, her mother tried to distract her and make up an answer, but Allison was having none of it.
Finally, she sighed and revealed that her father used to be a very hot-heated man in his youth, always looking for a fight. Known for his devastating strikes, he wanted to have a career in fighting, in MMA. But fate had other plans. His father fell ill and couldn't work.So he assumed the financial responsibility by putting himself through college and working at the same time, doing odd-jobs. He also occasionally fought in underground fight-club matches, where he made decent money and experienced the thrill of his passion. Her mother met him in a bar after one of those fights, and they slowly but surely hit it off. But he knew these fights weren't sustainable for money and had to find a stable job. On the day he graduated, he had a great job offer with a fat pay check. That night,with a heavy heart he decided that he will take part in one last fight, before hanging up his boots. He won the fight and was in such a hurry to get back home to accept the offer, that he couldn't hear the organizer of the match calling him. After a few days, he found out that an MMA Scout present during that fight, looking to sign the winner of the bout, was impressed by his prowess and wanted to offer him a huge contract. But since he left hastily, that contract went to the person who got bested, thus missing out probably the only chance to fulfill his passion. Hearing that, he broke down mentally, and lost interest and enthusiasm in every aspect of life. After Allison was born, it was a no-brainer to stay away from combat sports and he left that dream to be buried. From then on, he worked like a robot, devoid of emotions. But his love for her mother and daughter never vanished.
Occasionally, out of habit, he would get into underground fights and would come home in a bloody mess, and her mother would nurse him.
She then took Allison down to the basement of their home, where Allison had been to, many times. Her mother opened a hidden compartment on the wall, which revealed some old-punching bags, boxing and even MMA Gloves. Apparently,after he got his job, they moved here and ever since then, her father would let off steam here and her mother would occasionally spar with him. Yeah, she could hold her own in a fight.
The Beginnings
Allison was...not happy at first and was angry at both of her parents for hiding such an important phase of her family history from her. But, she was also elated that both her parents were certified badasses. How many kids could tell that their father kicked butts for a living? The desire to be involved in combat sports had always existed. And after this reveal, her first coach was there all along!
Allison begged her father and mother to train her to fight, and after a bit of persuasion, her father more than her mother, they gave in, but only agreeing to teach the basics.Her father remained stern on the point that he didn’t want her to venture into this field professionally. It was one thing to view and enjoy combat sports as a spectator, but an entirely different thing to actively get into it, and her father wasn’t keen to see her daughter enter into such a violent field.
From then on, she focused her mind and body on physical activities as she wanted to prove to her father that she indeed had the fortitude to make a career out of this. Apart from whatever knowledge her parents drilled into her, Allison also secretly went ahead to join various clubs in her school aimed at teaching combat, to hone her striking and grappling. Those gruelling sessions aided in her development, but fights out of her school, the real nasty ones with no rules with opponents bigger and stronger than her, those built character. In most of those altercations, she was beaten to a pulp owing to her still diminutive frame and lacking power. But she wasn't bogged down by those setbacks. They seemed to exhilarate her; the adrenaline, the response of the body when an attack made contact. Everything about combat seemed to draw her in even more. Her growth spurt exploded around this time and soon Allison started to enjoy the size advantage over most of her opponents. She would move faster, hit harder and start winning more than losing. The whole regimen to develop herself was working.
Going to tournaments and competitions required an elaborate, airtight excuse. So did the reasons for having a black-eye, or sprained foot, or a busted lip, which mostly ended with Allison receiving an earful, but still mostly free from any suspicions.
Realizations
Eventually the wall of lies was bound to crumble. One day, when Allison was 18, her father visited his old stomping grounds, a bar within the interiors of Brooklyn, and found out that there was a fight that was going to take place soon. He got inside the arena to check it out and to his dismay, it was his daughter that was going to be fighting! Her opponent was bigger and bulkier than her. He began to assume the worst and began to fear that Allison would get seriously injured or even be crippled. The bell rang and he closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to watch his daughter suffer. A second...Two....Three...Ten Seconds passed. Assuming that the fight ended, he opened his eyes to see that Allison was actually going toe-to-toe with the burly brawler and she was in fact in control. She was dodging, weaving hits effortlessly and attacking with intent. Her father was astounded by her courage and prowess.His chest beamed with pride. He mentally cursed himself for not trusting her enough. After all, she was his daughter and an apple doesn't fall far from its tree.
But soon, the tide of the match turned. There was blood on both of them but none of them were willing to relent. The opponent started to retaliate and Allison was finding it difficult to weather the storm. He seemed to use punches as his preferred choice of dealing damage, which was working like a treat. Allison’s body started to take hits more frequently and her father observed that she was losing her defensive shape too often due to the fatigue. Additionally, the attacks were all over the place. One particular punch to her midriff seemed to knock the wind out of her, as she fell on her knee, coughing and wheezing. Eyes became hazy and the body seemed to have been drained of strength. Fortunately for her, the burly brawler didn't attack any more, instead preoccupied with gloating and posing for the audience. She tried to focus on her breathing and when it settled back to normal, she blinked and eyed at the crowd.
Her eyes seemed to deceive her as she saw the silhouette of someone frighteningly familiar. She rubbed eyes to see if her mind was hallucinating. But it was indeed her father. Allison observed that her father was gesturing something. She made out that his hand movements and lip movements were saying to go for his body and feet. Avoid reaching for the head. Allison nodded. She soon got back up, and the fight resumed. Allison seemed to be in a more comfortable stance and looked composed, while her opponent looked complacent and overconfident. Now, instead of trying to dodge and hit, she ducked under the attacks and targeted the body of the opponent. Still, her defense was caught lacking many times and consequently took some nasty hits to the body. Her lip was cut, blood was flowing from the side of her head and her body looked red and purple in places. But she
somehow was committed to her fight and to win. Finally, Allison managed to knock the brawler out.
The small arena was filled with a deafening roar. She fell on her knees as she was declared the winner. That brawler was apparently a top draw and was predicted to surely win. The odds were heavily against Allison's favour. And the people always appreciated an underdog victory, their adoration through the roof.
An hour later, when she was nursing her wounds, Allison’s father entered with her mother on video call. They had a heart-to-heart conversation, where both of them revealed that they had been suspicious of her activities for a while, but didn’t act on them much to see if she really meant to dive deep into this world. Her mother spoke for both of them while saying that she was free to go as far as she wanted, now that they had personally seen how well she could handle herself, with her father nodding in agreement and followed by a tearful, familial embrace.
The Real Deal
Her steadfast venture took her all over the Americas, North and South, touring around countries to compete, honing her prowess, and adding new facets to her repertoire.
Over the next few years, Allison became a huge hit wherever she went, leaving a lasting impact to become a guaranteed box-office hit, a real crowd puller. Notable promotions soon were scrambling for her signature at some point or the other. Standard, Hardcore, Cage-Fighting, No-Holds Barred, Allison was game for them all. If she was gracing the ring with her presence for a match, it was a certainty to be a blockbuster, irrespective of the result.
She wasn’t averse to amping up the brutality; using furniture, steel chairs, ladders, tables, rods, bats, jumping of cages and much more, and has been on the wrong end of those many a time, resulting in bruises, welts, bloodied face, body, black eyes, dislocations, concussions, etc.
This was the time when Allison also began to find ways to target her opponent’s belly frequently, while also flaunting her own, even partaking in fights with stipulations involving that expanse. And also the time when she crossed paths with one Elena Walker, and they bonded quickly from there, becoming close friends. Titles would soon follow, becoming the top-card in almost all the promotions she would work in. Her time in the touring around and the experience she gained would prove to be invaluable, helping her to work the crowds, cut engaging promos, not being overawed by large audiences and working with the backstage crew, among other aspects. By 23, Allison was one of the hottest prospects around.
She would be spotted by scouts of the promotion she had been drawn towards since childhood during a NHB match. Both the fighters running on fumes and a bloody mess by the end, barely able to take guard, let alone lift or throw. Their performances earned a standing ovation from the packed crowd. By this time, Allison had achieved clarity about where her future lay. It was a no-brainer. After the match, Allison signed on the dotted line and as soon as she recovered, her bags were packed and she left for Tokyo, eager to embrace a new culture, surroundings, and language. But one thing was going to be constant: kicking butts and looking good doing so.
Present Day
After finalizing her lucrative contract with LAW, Allison invested well in two key areas. One was a car — a CT5 - V Blackwing Cadillac . The other was a sea-facing 2 bedroom flat in a large apartment with comfort aplenty; optimal for a warm, peaceful space to call home.
She didn’t think much about her appearance initially, choosing to rather focus on performances and skills in order to ensure that her jump into the big leagues was a successful one. Thus she fought in her indie attire for a while. And only when she felt settled and assured about her place in LAW did she feel the need to work on her presentation and outfit.
Allison also has found out that many of the people she fought in the indies have been plying their trade in LAW. So, they were bound to bump into each other sooner or later, which she’s looking forward to.
Wrestling Information
Strategy and Style:
Allison never throws the first hit in a fight, always choosing to remain cautious instead of a gung-ho approach. This means she’s reactive to whatever is thrown at her in the initial exchanges, either countering, or blocking. She keeps at it to grow into the fight, observe her opponent, their body language, gradually asserting her control over the proceedings to finally be all over her foe, relentless and overwhelming.
This way of approaching a fight earned her the moniker ‘Avalanche’, because similar to the snowslide, by the time they realize what’s happening… It's already too late.
Preferred Matches
- Standard: Approved
- Hardcore: Approved
- Conditions and Stipulations: Approved
- Hentai: No
Attitude To Hentai Matches: "It’s a visual treat, and I’m very happy as a spectator "
Attributes
Strength: 8/10 - Allison understood that building up strength opens up a wider arsenal of moves to inflict. So, she has bulked up and packed muscle to bolster the impact of her hits, and align with her fighting style and movement.
Speed 9/10 - Her mother initially taught her the importance of speed and agility, to be quick on her feet, moving with grace and fluidity. Taking those teachings with her, Allison worked hard on being nimble to enjoy better ease of movement to maneuver away from offence and dish swift counters of her own.
Technique: 9/10 - The initially scrappy style of combat of hers gradually refined into a more polished version the more she trained and competed, and also reinforced her prowess to find creative solutions in the midst of a fight.
Submissions: 5/10 - Allison isn’t one to wear her opponent down with submissions and chokeholds and thus it isn’t her forte. She still has a decent command over this aspect.
Aerials: 4/10 - The Aerial route isn't the way to go for Allison, mostly reserving them for when she feels it's absolutely certain that it will be successful, or towards the dying moment of a fight.
Endurance: 10/10 - The affinity for combat is in her blood. So is welcoming all the hits thrown her way when setting foot into a combat space. Going up against seasoned competition, rigorous training, practice, and her whole lifestyle has raised the threshold of the punishment she can take to very high levels and still keep fighting.
Preferred Moves
- Punches
- Kicks
- Elbows
- Clotheslines
- Slams
- Suplexes
- Shoulder Block Takedown
- Flip Piledriver
- Slingblade
- Double-Foot Stomp
- Double-Axe Handle
- Offense focused on the midsection
Match Ending Moves
Signature Moves:
Whiteout Shot(Flying Single-Leg Dropkick): The opponent is whipped towards the ropes and Allison rebounds off the ropes in the opposite direction to leap and drive her boot into the jaw.
Whiteout Shot
Icebreaker
Zero Point Impact
Critical Mass (Added a left hook before the rest of the sequence)
Finishing Moves
Dead-End(Reverse Hanging STO): Allison either catches a running opponent, or yanks them towards her by their arm to catch them and lean forward towards the mat, before snapping backwards to fall onto the mat, and drive them face-first into the mat.
Dead-End
Deep Freeze
Coma
Wrestling Attire
Older Wrestling Attire
Gym Attire
Beach Attire
Street Attire
Lingerie
Stills
Getting TiddiePlexed (feat. Jessica Wright)
Choking Shenanigans (feat. Helen Andronike)
Relationships:
Friends:
Ambre Brault
Elena Walker: Having crossed paths when they were in the indies, Elena and Allison fought with and against each other, and hit it off outside the ring, becoming buddies and hanging out together. Now, both have been reunited in LAW.[/color]
Allies:
Ambre Brault
Elena Walker : Ever since they met, Allison deeply trusts Elena, and knows that she will always have her back.
Rivals: NA
Crushes/Lovers: NA
Enemies: NA
Trivia
- Allison’s got modelling experience, doing gigs here and there while touring around.
- Has got an affinity for bellies.
- Despite being on the road for the majority of the time, she managed to graduate from college with an Accounting Degree.
- Apart from English, Allison can speak fluent Spanish, basic Portuguese, and is working on her Japanese.
- Has a soft spot for cold, fizzy drinks. You’ll find her holding one most of the time out of the ring
- She is an avid sports goer, with Football(Not the American one) being her favourite. Unfortunately, she supports Tottenham Hotspur
- Hot-Dogs are her favourite street food.
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