Michiko Shimizu vs. Allison Ford

[CaptainL]

If Michiko had been just a second off, Allison's knee would've come crashing down into her head - and a blow with that much force could well have taken her out then and there. But Michiko wasn't about to let that happen! She was here to show that she was a force to be reckoned with in LAW, and it wouldn't do her any good to let Allison get the better of her without a fight. Luckily, she had made her move at just the right time. Seconds before Allison's blow could connect, Michiko slipped back through the ropes - and Allison's leg came down hard onto the hardest part of the ring!

The crowd let out a few cheers, not only from Michiko's daring counter, but from how she had saved herself by the skin of her teeth in doing so! All that energy surging through the arena was strengthening her and emboldening her - and she was going to put that to good use. With the same motion with which she jumped back to her feet, the lilac-haired girl spun herself around - and connected a picture-perfect roundhouse kick to Allison's back, throwing her right off the ropes!

"Yes!!" As she completed her spin, Michiko stood proudly, planting her feet on the mat and hoisting a fist triumphantly in the air. With every move she made, she was taking back momentum for herself, and the fans were getting more and more hyped up to see it! She was feeling more and more like she had it in her to stand up to her foe, and deliver payback for the beatdown she'd suffered earlier - and with that came a surge of adrenaline that was going to propel her onward!

Now, Michiko had Allison down, which bought her valuable time. In her rush of excitement, the pain in her back was no longer enough to stop her. Pushed onward by the cheers of the fans, she took off running into the ropes, throwing her weight against them and bouncing from one side of the ring to the other. As she shot herself back toward Allison, building up more and more force with every stride, she would leap over the top rope - prepared to come crashing down on top of the brunette with a suicide dive!

[Hitman45]

The missed knee drop had titled the match into Michiko's favor, who seemed revitalised and charged up from the postive reactions of the people, their enthusiasm seeping into her being. The roundhouse struck right in the middle of her back and the collision of Allison's nose with the Apron knocked her off the ring and onto the floor. She was muddled in too many sensations from the two hotspots of hurt, the tear ducts leaking involountarily from the damage to the outside nasal cavity.

"Mmmmh!...NNgghh...Mmm.." Allison's groans were muffled due to her hands clutching her face, more paticularly, her nose. Her vision blurred from the tears, able to see only watered down, hazy images. Knowing that she couldn't stay down forever, Allision started to reach for anything to hold while she pulled herself up. The steel steps seemed to be the answer, being grazed by the irregular movement of the brawler's limb a couple of times before digging her fingers onto it.

"Argh...Ugh.. The brunette rolled herself onto her stomach, the ache of her nose beginning to subside, placing her left palm on the lowest step and the right on the one just above that; and began to push against it to try and get back onto her feet. Her knee was still sore but the pain was now starting to be manageable. Eyes narrowed in concentration, brows furrowed and biceps bulging to exert force against gravity; Allison was able to prop herself onto her feet.

Her knee was still reeling so she tenderly put weight on it , before easing into it. Small spikes of ache were felt, but Allison was in a much better position compared to a few minutes before...Or so she thought. As her head turned to the ring, she saw her vison being flooded by a figure, closing the distance rapidly, catching her unprepared."Wha-Gaaah!" It was Michiko, who seemed to have forgotten her battered back had used her body as a battering ram for a Suicide Dive!

Allison didn't even get to finish her sentence, the impact of the move propelled backwards more than what was expected, her knee still feeling the effects of the drop and therefore wasn't supporting the brawler's weight fully, which tripped her during her backward motion, thus getting rammed against the barricade nearest to a ramp with a loud thud...

[CaptainL]

Michiko might have started this match off on the wrong foot - Allison had done a number on her back, and the moment she saw any sign of weakness in her foe, she was out to pounce on it, laying into her again and again and doing more and more damage with every move. The onslaught was bound to compromise Michiko's core strength, and that could only work against her. But now, Michiko was starting to turn things around! When she dodged out of the way of Allison's knee drop, the brunette ended up absorbing the full brunt of the impact - and that had kept her down long enough for Michiko to knock her clear off the apron. With every blow she landed, Michiko's fans cheered louder and louder, and the smile on Michiko's face could only grow in turn. She could do this!

In fact, the strides Michiko was making were only encouraging her to take things even further, and press her advantage! While Allison floundered on the outside, Michiko was already gearing up for a powerful blow. And even if she had gotten back on her feet, Allison had barely taken a step before Michiko came flying over the ropes to slam into her at full force! She was thrown back off her feet, with the two women hurtling against the barricade. But it was Allison who would end up absorbing the worst of the impact!

A loud metallic clang rang out as Allison's back struck the barricade - one that was echoed by an outpouring of cheers from the fans! Michiko pushed herself back up to her feet, turning to face all their cheers with a grin and flexing a bicep proudly. But with both women out of the ring, the referee started counting. "One! Two!"

Michiko wasn't planning on being out of the ring for long, but when she did come back in, she wanted to do so in style. She ducked down and hoisted Allison up onto her shoulders, going to carry her back toward the ring in a fireman's carry! But as she walked, she winced as she set her foot down. Her back was still hurting, after all, and she did have a lot of weight bearing down on her. Hopefully, though, she'd be able to get back onto the apron before that became an issue. Because if she got there, she had plans!

[Hitman45]

The sound of the collison with the metallic barricade rang through the rip-roaring arena who were up on their feet, astounded by the fiery comeback Michiko had made into the match, considerring her back had almost given up from Allison's targeted assault on that region. Along with her back, the brawler's skull too bore the impact of the daredevil flying offense, bouncing off of the metal surface and throbbing profoundly. The ache on the head seemed to be concentrated to the area connected to her optical system, thus temporarily imparing her sight, forming foggy images and distorted figures in front of her eyes.

Allison clamped her eyes shut, clenching her teeth hard to endure the seething ache in her back. The lilac-haired had really roared back into this match, and that too with some style, which impressed Allison. "She can dish it..ngh...as hard..argh..as she can..ugh..take it after all" Allison paid a compliment to her in her mind. And if Michiko really could stay in her element till the end of the match, she would say that to her face.

Soon, the referee began to periodically raise her arms up to indicate the count for disqualification. Her body was still not stable from the collision, thus rendering her unable to pull herself back onto her feet, sparks of agony stinging her back everytime she tried to do so. She would be really disappointed in herself if she were to lose this fight in such a frivolous manner. And Michiko seemed to share the same sentiment.

"Ooof...Anhh.."Allison was hoisted up and onto Michiko's shoulders in a Fireman's carry, her shoulder blades digging into her stomach, elicitng soft groans out of the woman. But Michiko seemed to be in a bit of a bother, unable to move her feet one after the other in a cohesive manner. Allison figured it must have been the continuous offense performed over the back, that must be hindering one of the core aspect of wrestling — lifting people.

But Michiko was still trying her best, her grip frim over the back of the brawler's neck and behind one of her thighs. Allison, though appreciative of the lilac woman's endeavors, knew that this was the opportunity to try and wiggle out of the grasp to try and chip away; and with that notion in mind, began to squirm gently,owing to the frustrating tingles in her spine and would try to make Michiko's journey to the apron even more laborious..

[CaptainL]

Michiko's back was still sore, of course. After the brutal beatdown she had endured, the pain wasn't going to go away so easily. But when she saw Allison crash into the barricade and collapse into a trembling heap, it sent a rush of adrenaline through her system - one that was well enough to make the pain seem like a small price to pay! Now, she was slowly taking back control, little by little. She could hear the cheers of the crowd, and she could feel them energize her, giving her the encouragement and the strength she needed to keep on fighting and to show Allison she would reap what she'd sown. And now, she was ready for it!

"Hup-!" Michiko managed to lift Allison up onto her shoulders - and, at the sight of it, her fans cheered, sure that a hard-hitting comeback was close on the horizon! One step at a time, Michiko plodded her way back to the ring, with her opponent in tow. The brunette's weight was bearing down on her sore back, and her spine popped and shuddered every time she set her foot down; her teeth clenched and she hissed under her breath to try and bear through it. When Allison began to writhe back and forth, she would only sag lower, doubling over forward at the waist as a stinging pain shot through her back. A pained hiss escaped from behind her clenched teeth. But she wouldn't let go. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to make it back to the ring like this...but if that was the case, she'd just have to let Allison down early!

"Three! Four! Five!"

Riding off the same momentum she had doubled over with, Michiko decided to use it to her advantage! She ducked forward, rolling her shoulders, and threw Allison off of her - this time, going to hurl her against the side of the ring apron!

[Hitman45]

The back was still tingling from the ordeal it had endured from the lilcac-haired woman's Suicide Dive, resulting in soft winces out of Allison as she was being carried in Fireman's hold into the ring by a determined yet struggling Michiko, who was finding it arduous to move her feet while carryind a load, more so as it was a human. This was sensed by the raven-haired woman, who intended to take advantage of her plight and began to squirm and wiggle, seeking to dispossess her while also making sure to strain her throbbing back.

With every step that Michiko was putting forward, it was gettin that difficult to keep holding onto the baggage, that was Allison, who was chipping away at her resistance with her constant movement, almost able to feel the grip loosening. She knew that if she kept on it for a few more moments, Michiko would have no choice but to leave her, and leave her open to Allison's retaliation.

As Allison was cooking up these scenarios while wiggling her body, Michiko pulled off a move that wrecked havoc on her back. The referee's counts was getting higher in number and it looked highly unlikely that she would attempt a move such as this at a critical point of the fight. The lilac-haired woman actually had the courage to risk her own beat up body, by surging forwards and crounching down to slam Allison onto the side of the apron!

"Baaahh!" her back again got caught in the crosshairs of a devastating, spikes of agony shooting up and down all over her vertebral column of a slumped Allison; a visage displaying the distress of repeated attacks to the spine, with her eyes sharply shut and hissing wildly...

[CaptainL]

When every step she took wracked her body with pain, Michiko's face had contorted into a scowl, her brow furrowed, her face red, and her eyes squeezed shut. Allison had done no small amount of damage to her back, and that was coming back to haunt her now that she had taken a greater load on her shoulders. But she had to keep going - as a fighter for justice, she had to stand up for what she believed in. She needed to show the world she wouldn't roll over and take this sort of offense; she would fight back and stand tall! Above all, she couldn't let Allison come away from this all claiming that she had gotten the better of her. She would ensure she got the last laugh!

When Michiko finally realized she couldn't take much more, she decided she would have to let Allison go. But if that was the case...she'd make sure that her opponent felt it, all the same! She ducked down and hurled the raven-haired woman forward, catapulting Allison's back right into the hardest part of the ring! If the clang of Allison striking the barricades was loud, the crack that rang out from her back hitting the apron was even louder; a few fans in the crowd winced and looked away, just from imagining the force of the impact. But what mattered now was that Allison was going to stay down!

"Six! Seven!"

Michiko stooped lower to the ground, planting one hand against the floor to keep herself upright. Her whole body lurched, her shoulders rising and falling as she gasped for air. Taking her other hand, she began to massage at the soreness in her back; she winced from the stinging sensation in her nerves as her fingers brushed over them. But when she looked up at the ring, she realized that the count was growing higher. She needed to get back inside before she was disqualified!

Lunging forward, Michiko sprung under the bottom rope to roll back into the ring. There, she turned herself around onto her back, still panting for breath as she stared up at the lights. The aches and pains in her spine weren't going away any time soon - but she could be sure that Allison wouldn't be getting back up easily, either!

Now that Michiko was back inside, the ref started the count over. "One!"

[Hitman45]

This was not the predicament Allison expected herself to be in. If you would roll a few frames back of a highlight tape of this match and ask a person who hadn't seen the fight about what were they expecting; Allison lying on the unforgiving floor after being on the receiving end of an improvised maneuver definitely wouldn't have sprung up their minds! Nor did Allison expect the drastic turn of events against an opponent whose own back was in shambles, and now had successfully managed to get back into the ring, leaving the raven-haired stranded!

One!

The count resumed again, reminding the brawler that the fight was in the ring and that she must act fast.The back was still sore and throbbing and getting in the ring so early into the count would only exacerbate her woes, having seen Michiko get into the ring and she probably must be must more replenished than herself at this point. So, it was better to bide her time and wait for a few moments.

Four!

FIve!

Six!

The pain was seething, really getting up her nerves, but she was now able to move from side to side, which was a hug positive. Now was the time to get the body moving, despite the spine not being in its best shape. Allison managed to roll onto her stomach with a wheeze. Time was ticking, she had to act fast.

Seven!

She held the edge of the apron, which wasn't getting much purchase, but it would do for Allison to get on all fours, chest heaving, eyes tired and breathing heavily. But there was much work to be done. Getting onto her feet was really an uphill task, but it was now either get into the ring, however possible, or accept the defeat via countout, which would be a shame and Allison wasn't too keen on the latter.

Eight!

Halfway through the ordeal, Allison was clenching her teeth hard to maintian the balance, the back really gnawing onto her mind, threatening to give up."Get Up..Get Up!.." Mentally forcing herself to stand, the raven haired would straighten herself further such that her chest was at the apron level, before sliding into the ring from below the bottom rope in an instant, knowing that being static would have made things worse. Now that the hard part was over, Allison could now focus again on the match, scrambling to get to her feet using the ropes to support herself until she hoisted herself up and hooked both her arms over and around the top rope to catch her breath, her eyes focused on her chest's undulation and beads of sweat trickling towards her breasts inside her wrestling top, inhaling large amounts of air through nose and the mouth..

[CaptainL]

Michiko's back had definitely seen better days. Not only had it taken the brunt of Allison's offense, Michiko had only put more strain on it when she hoisted her foe onto her shoulders. Even if she had a surge of adrenaline backing her up and giving her strength, it would only do so much when she had to carry a woman who weighed just as much as she did back to the ring. Regardless, though, she had managed to bring Allison down - and deal no small amount of damage in the process, getting some long-overdue payback!

Allison wasn't going to be getting back up from this any time soon, which meant that Michiko had this opportunity to catch her breath and ride out the throbbing sensation in her back. Consumed by her own pain and fatigue, Michiko was only half-listening to the referee's count, but she could tell it was growing higher and higher - and Allison still wasn't back in the ring. As she pushed herself back up into a seated position, Michiko raised an eyebrow curiously, thinking that, just maybe, she might not be able to make it back in time...but something told her things wouldn't be that easy. And finally, Allison managed to pull herself up and into the ring, just in time!

Michiko showed all the signs of her struggle, too. Her breaths had grown slow and heavy, her chest rising and falling with each one she took. Her eyes were half-lidded, and sweat traced the edges of her body, creating dark stains along her leotard. But when she looked over at Allison, her eyes narrowed into a focused glare - as long as Allison was still in this fight, it wasn't over, and Michiko needed to be prepared for anything! Even when neither of them had the strength to throw another attack, or even to move all that much, Michiko still kept her attention laser-focused on her foe. She needed to know she wasn't backing down.

"You're tough..." the Japanese woman noted. She too grabbed a hold of the ropes behind her and slowly hauled herself up to her feet. Her body sagged under its own weight as she came to stand before her foe, and she needed to hold onto the ropes for support. In fact, she had to keep a hand on the ropes as she began to pull herself around the perimeter of the ring, inch by inch, to keep herself from falling as she came closer to her opponent with every staggered, blundering step. But her eyes never left Allison. Allison needed to know she wasn't done. "But...will it be enough?"

[Hitman45]

Time seemed to slow down the moment Allison managed to get into the ring, hauling herself up with every ounce of her strength, her back complaining the whole time. But the positive for her was that Michiko was also in no condition to mount an immediate offense, having been lying motionless on the mat the whole time the raven-haired woman was down by the ring. For a few moments, not a peep was heard out of the ring; only the sound of silence. The crowd started to go uneasy, having gotten used to the face-paced tempo set by both of the wrestlers.

The shallow breaths out of their respective nasal orifices were drowned out by the commotion of the fans, who were yearning to see both of the banged up females resume duking it out. Allison was slowly starting to come to her senses, having solely focused on getting her inhaling process in order from the moment she slid inside. Her right arm was slowly unhooked from above the top-rope, wincing from the reaction of her back, which was still sore; though on the mend from the negligible activity these past few minutes. She used the free arm to wipe of sweat dripping down her face and from the chest trickling into her top. Humid air surrounded the ring, populated in no small amount by both women greedily gulping down all oxygen, reducing the atmosphere to a slimy and sticky mess, akin to the weather after a heavy rainfall.

"H-Huh?" Perplexity was written over the raven-haired woman's strained face, seeing Michiko approach her barely holding on. Had the ropes not been installed, the lilac-haired woman would definitely have needed crutches to put a foot forward. And more impotantly, she didn't seem to keen on throwing hands yet. The mat echoed with a dull thud from every painsatking step Michiko took trying to reach Allison, who was deliberately biding her time to accumulate strength and the shape in which her opponent was looking at the moment? All the more reason to linger by the support of the cables.

Apparently, Michiko was gauging how much Allison had got left in the tank and simultaneously showing that she was still in this, which got a tired smirk up Allison's face."You know, You are made of sterner stuff too. I...heh..give you that. Hhah...Don't worry about..Nng..me...You are gonna...uhh...need all the energy you can..mmh...muster...now" The brawler would follow it up with a punch directed at Michiko's unprotected stomach!