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The lights dimmed.

A low, rhythmic beat filled the arena—the instrumental of Panalo

Enterance Music

and instantly, the crowd came alive. Red, blue, and gold lights pulsed across the stage as the titantron flashed:



Last week still lingered in everyone’s mind.

A brutal back-and-forth war.
Christina dominating late.
The Sampaguita Sleeper locked in.
Allison tapping…

But the referee never saw it.

Instead—Christina’s shoulders were down.
One. Two. Three.

Allison was declared the winner.

A robbery.

And now—payback.

BOOM!

Christina enterance

Fireworks exploded across the stage as Christina stepped out, sunglasses on, jacket open, abs on full display, walking with her usual confidence, swagger and purpose.

She marched down the ramp, her expression locked in, ignoring the mixed reaction—some cheering, some still buzzing from last week’s controversy.

At ringside, she stopped briefly, looking out at the crowd… then back at the titantron.

She slid into the ring, popped up to her feet, and slowly removed her sunglasses, tossing them aside. Her jacket followed, revealing her full ring gear as she rolled her shoulders, bouncing lightly on her feet.

Christina Perez

Christina stepped into the center of the ring, eyes fixed on the entrance ramp.

Her jaw clenched.

“Not this time…”

she muttered under her breath.

She cracked her neck.

Waiting.

Ready.

"95...96...97..."Just as Christina made her way down the ramp and into the ring, Allison strolled into the Gorilla Position, her focus solely on the half-crumpled can which she was juggling with her feet. Having found an empty can rolling about in the locker, which wasn't hers, the ravenhead felt it was too boring to simply throw it in the trash and needed a bit more....pizzazz. Thus, the juggling routine.

"99...100...and there ya go..." Allison patiently tapped the can with just enough force for it to maintain its perpendicular trajectory without diverting away. And once she hit the century mark, her right leg was going to punt the metallic can into the trash can on the opposite side of the room, over the head of the stagehands hurrying around. A pinpoint hit to the target.

"Rooney!" Allison exclaimed excitably, cupping her ear for an imaginary mob of opposition supporters, having scored the decisive goal deep into extra time.

The moment soon dissipated, and the New Yorker's gaze locked onto the TV screen to see Christina's entrance concluding, and the woman in the zone, focused and locked in."Huh, she didn't even address her fans this time. Very pissed off indeed... " Allison muttered under her breath, brows furrowed, before proceeding towards the curtain.

Her music filled the buzzing arena shortly, and she emerged, strolling to the centre stage and taking in the crowd. Her eyes darted toward either side of her to observe a similar mixed reaction as the one that the Filipina had received. But for the ravenhead, a chorus of boos and disapproval was in store, too. Clearly not everyone was fooled by the decision last week.

Entrance Music

But Allsion proceeded down the ramp, hips swaying and gait one of leisure. And she would usually interact with the fans in her routine, but chose to be more selective with that this time around, meeting hands and bumping fists with very few of them, and soon, she was near the ring.

Her jacket would be stripped off as she ascended the steel steps, thus revealing her toned, athletic physique, ample chest and defined abs to the arena, the spotlights making sure to accentuate her figure in all the right areas. The resulting cheers from the people overshadowed those who were voicing their disapproval, the hoots and whistles completely drowning them out.

Allison Ford

Once inside, with the jacket hanging against the outer ringpost, Allison was going to skip the usual pageantry inside the ring and approach the Filipina, whose intense gaze bore into hers.

"Like I said. I'm here. And am neither an imposter nor a clone, if you're reeealllly suspicious..." Allison assured, extending her hand towards her for a handshake.

"Also, not a hallucination, in case you think I might have spiked your food. If you're thinking this is a dream, I can pinch you if you want...." Her other hand would extend toward the Filipina's bicep slowly to nip the sinuous, supple skin...

Christina didn’t even hesitate.

SMACK!

Her hand shot out and slapped Allison’s hand away before it could get anywhere near her.

“Don’t,”

Christina said flatly, eyes locked in, no hint of playfulness left.

She took a step closer, her expression cold, focused.

“Playtime’s over, Ford.”

There was no smirk. No teasing. Just intensity.

“I’m locked in.”

Christina held her gaze for a second longer, then turned sharply and walked back to her corner, rolling her shoulders and bouncing lightly on her feet.

She grabbed the top rope, eyes never leaving Allison now.

Waiting.

Ready.

The referee glanced between them, then signaled for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Before the referee could even fully signal, Christina pushed off the turnbuckles and stormed straight to the center of the ring, already lowering her stance, arms raised, fingers twitching—aggressive, ready for the lock-up to start the match off!

Allison was frankly taken aback by the almost instantaneous dismissal of her hand. The Filipina didn't even look at the fingers approaching; just a swift smack of the arm to swat it aside, all while maintaining serious eye contact. "Suit Yourself...." the raven-haired woman murmured with a shrug.

She raised her brows when Christina got closer to set things straight that she wasn't playing around, and wouldn't entertain Allison's antics right now.

"I can see that you're locked in. Very much so infact...." The raven-haired replied with her head tilted down to hold the Filipina's gaze, nodding in affirmation. She wasn't going to be too intimidated by Christina's intensity, but did make a mental note to be extra careful when engaging with her.

"But also, you've GOT to be laser-focused to avoid the mishaps of last week!" Allison spoke up for her opponent to hear as they headed to their respective corners, with the raven-haired woman walking backwards instead of turning away, unlike Christina.

Soon, the referee called for action, and the Filipina was quickly out of the blocks, her stance and hand positioning indicative of a potential lock-up incoming, and Allison chose to accept the invitation, though from the fiery looks of her opponent, the New Yorker would have been forced to oblige anyways.

But what she wasn't ready for was the overwhelming force being exerted by Christina the moment they both got glued into a Collar-Elbow Lock Up. The Filipina was almost able to run through her like an angry bull, and Allison only managed to find her footing after being shoved back a couple of steps. Her biceps strained to get back into equilibrium, and she let out a huff of breath to push back against the current run of play to take a step forward in Christina's direction....

Christina wasted no time responding and the moment Allison tried to push forward, Christina shifted her footing and twisted sharply at the hips, using Allison’s own resistance against her. With a sudden jerk and burst of force, she redirected the momentum, driving Allison sideways—

—and straight into the ropes.

The cables stretched against Allison’s back as Christina kept pressing in, forearm and shoulder grinding forward, legs churning.

There was nothing subtle about it.

She wasn’t just trying to outwrestle her—

She was trying to bulldoze her out of the ring.

“C’mon!”

Christina growled under her breath, pushing harder, trying to force Allison up and over the ropes entirely.

The referee quickly stepped in.

“Break! Break it up!”

Reluctantly—but not without one last shove—Christina released the hold, hands coming up as she backed away.

But only a step as she didn’t return to the corner this time.

Instead, Christina moved right back to the center of the ring, rolling her neck before raising her arms again, fingers flexing.

“Again,”

she said, motioning Allison forward with both hands, baiting for another lock up!

Allison was still collecting herself after the no-nonsense start by her opponent, who was on a mission — to right the wrongs of last week. Christina had effectively rammed into her in the guise of the lock-up, shoving her almost into the corner, save for Allison firmly planting her feet to steady herself.

And just when she thought that she could claw back in, Christina was already two steps ahead, aptly predicting that the New Yorker would respond to brute power in kind.

Thus, Allison found herself in the unenviable predicament of being subjected to a very uncomfortable, confining embrace, the goal of which was to topple her out of the ring!

"Ghhh..." The cables dug into Allison's back and stretched around the shape, as it arched back by Christina's forearm pressed against her tucked chin. Her arms were in position to protect her from further harm, but could only do so much when they were backed against the wall, which in this case was the New Yorker's torso.

But the referee soon had enough and decided to step in, much to Allison's relief, who hooped an arm over the top rope to lean against, after being hard-shoved by Christina. The eyes on that woman seemed to be warning, "I'm gonna eat you alive tonight".

Not a shred of doubt in the way she was moving.

And the Filipina wasn't done trying to assert herself. Round 2 got sounded out, her arms up and twitching.

Allison contemplated for a couple of seconds, her chocolate brown eyes narrowed, eyeing her opponent. It could be a bait to lure the raven-hair and punish her with a beatdown, or she really wanted to have another crack at this...

Nevertheless, she stepped forward, caution apparent in her gait, to move towards the centre of the ring to meet Christina again.

This time around, Allison was going to bend her knees and lean forward, extending one arm to try to lace their fingers together, and should the Filipina really mean it, the other arm would follow suit, for a Test of Strength lock-up!

The moment Allison stepped in and raised her arms, Christina met her—fingers interlocking, palm to palm—a test of strength. Their arms tensed instantly, shoulders flexing as both women leaned in, boots digging into the canvas.

For a second, it looked even.

Then Christina surged.

She drove forward, forcing Allison to give a step—then another—but instead of continuing straight ahead, Christina suddenly shifted her weight and ducked under, slipping out of the grip with a sharp twist.

In one fluid motion, she spun behind—

—and snapped her arms tight around Allison’s waist.

A rear waistlock.

Christina’s hands clasped tight just below the ribs, her forehead pressing between Allison’s shoulder blades as she squeezed hard, compressing her core and cutting off her base!

Christina didn’t hold it long.

With a quick dip of her hips, she exploded upward, lifting Allison clean off her feet—then drove her forward and down, slamming her face and chest-first into the mat with a hard mat return!

Allison hit flat, as Christina stayed glued to her from behind.

Still locked around the waist, Christina maneuvered fluently to a frontal headlock and dragged Allison through a tight gator roll, bodies tumbling across the canvas once…twice…each roll disorienting, tightening control, never letting her escape.

On the final turn, Christina shifted her grip, sliding an arm up...

Her arm under the chin, locking her hands together and pulling back into a grounded chin lock.

Allison’s head was wrenched upward, spine arched uncomfortably as Christina leaned back, cranking the hold.

Christina’s face was calm now.

“Last week doesn’t happen again,”

she muttered under her breath as she tightened the hold just a bit more, keeping Allison grounded right where she wanted her.

Huh, she really meant it after all. Allison's choice of reciprocating Christina's gesture and tangle in another lock-up wasn't a trap, or a bait that she chomped on only to get punished with the brunette's meat hooks or punts. The doors to a fightback appeared to have opened.

Both women were locked in, muscles taut as they tried their best not to cede an inch. But Allison believed that her possible superiority in strength would eventually see the scales tilt in her favour.

Or that's what she thought.

Christina sprang forward with all of her weight behind her heels, forcing Allison to give in a couple of steps instead. And it wasn't a test of strength anymore, all part of the Filipina's plan to systematically poke and prod at Allison's defences.

A pair of sinuous arms locked around the waist, and her feet's contact with the mat got cut off. Allison felt she would be launched high into the sky from the sheer force with which she was picked up!

Only to come back crashing down hard.

"Ouufff...." She splatted clean on the mat with a thud, body bouncing a tad before lying flat.

Allison's breath got caught in her throat from the point-blank impact to her bust and the respiratory machinery underneath. It wasn't too serious, but the resulting wheeze out of the ravenhead was an indicator that eating the canvas was not a comfortable experience.

That notion was about to be amped up. A noose-esque cinch tightened around her neck.

And off she went, rolling about!

The ravenhead's body tumbled around, similar to the kings of the swamp dismantling a wildebeest. Except that she wasn't a meal, and Christina definitely was not an Alligator or a Croc.

Nonetheless, this was an ordeal without a doubt.

Allison's mind struggled to maintain equilibrium, leaving her dazed, and it escalated further when her torso got cranked back with a vice-grip under the chin!

"Aghhhh...." The hold locked in, pulling her chin upward, the resulting strain creeping up at the neck to course through her tightened spine. Any attempt to adjust in the confines of the manoeuvre saw the ravenhead let out a wince, her pearly whites exposed as they grinded against each other, a clear sign of her struggling.

The effects of the roll still lingered, evident by the way the arena appeared woozy like a dream when she managed to part her eyelids while trying her best to pry Christina's arms away, but to no avail...

Christina could feel Allison struggling beneath her—the tension in her body, the attempts to pry at her arms—but she didn’t rush.

She held the chinlock just a moment longer… tightening once… then twice… making sure the discomfort sank in.

Then—she let go, not out of mercy...out of intent as Christina rose smoothly to her feet, taking a step back as Allison remained on the mat, disoriented and breathing hard. Her eyes stayed locked on her opponent.

“Get up…”

she muttered under her breath.

She didn’t attack immediately.

Instead, she waited for Allison to slowly push herself up, first onto her side… then onto her hands and knees—on all fours.

That’s when Christina moved.

She stepped in quickly, bending down and wrapping both arms tightly around Allison’s waist from the side, locking her hands together in a firm gutwrench grip.

With a sharp exhale, Christina hauled Allison up—but didn’t throw her immediately.

She held her there, suspended, to let the crowd react and show off her strength...

A brief pause—just enough to show control.

Then—

BOOM!

Christina arched back and drove Allison overhead and down, slamming her hard onto the canvas with a delayed gutwrench suplex!

Gutwrench Suplex