Honie B. Buns Vs Allison 'Avalanche' Ford — Rumble Match

[Monsy]

Rumble Match
Win via throwing your opponent over the top rope to the floor.

[Hitman45]

"Excuse me....uh, Ni Hao (Hi)" Allison approached the woman emerging out of the locker-room clad in scrubs "Can I see her?"

The woman, in her late 30s, looked up from her clipboard to meet Allison's gaze, tired, yet she maintained her professional demeanour. Her head turned to the left to look into the locker room as she replied "Mmmm...Sure, go ahead. But keep it short. She needs to rest. The ambulance will be in soon, so you've got a few minutes..."

"Thank You. And really appreciate the work you're doing here" Allison offered a small, polite smile, aware of the shift the medical staff were going to have to pull tonight with the biggest PPV of LAW in full swing.

"Don't mention it. I need to go and check up on her opponent one more time. Both of them are pretty beat up." The woman spoke calmly while skimming her clipboard, leisurely in fact, like this was all a routine for her, which, considering her occupation, it was.

"They really threw the kitchen sink at each other...." Allison trailed off, nodding in affirmation. "So, I'll be out of your hair now. And thanks again..." she finally walked past her and into the locker room.

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"Wish a bag of snow got dumped over my....owww" Elena's voice came out all muffled from having an ice-pack directly over face. Another ice-pack was resting on her battered belly, and two more on her shoulders. She lay prone on a padded bench, hands dangling on either side of her, and the body a painting of bruises and welts indicative of a very brutal, gung-ho, caution-to-the-wind slugfest the blonde woman had partaken in tonight.

Allison's first reaction upon seeing her friend in such a state was to wince. Face contorting, hissing, the works. But the moment she saw a huge ice-pack engulfing her face and her muffled voice from under it, she could help but snicker.

Elena with the Ice-Pack on her face

Elena without the Ice-Pack on her face

"That's quite a range of marks you've got all over. I could even go as far as to say they're artistic..." Allison gingerly took a seat beside her on a stool. "How are you feeling?"

"You should see what happened to the other blonde....heh...owww...nnghh" Elena still talked in a muffled voice, not willing to take the pack away. "I feel like my head's being hammered like it's in a whack-a-mole. My body and organs says 'Fuck You Bitch', and I can't blame em'..." the blonde took in a ragged breath. "But honestly? Worth it...no regrets. Fuck regrets.....heheheheh...aaghh..shit..." Elena felt the pain spike up all of a sudden

"You're up next. And you got a biggie as well...."

"Oh yeah, Honie's big alright. Both in size and reputation. Her CV speaks for itself....Contender for the Openweight Belt from the Apex Event, Contender for the Heavyweight Belt, Contender for the Tag Belt..." The raven-haired woman felt impressed the more she listed her opponent's exploits.

"Add to it....Contender for the Best LAWful Booty Award, if that exists...." Elena added, raising a hand weakly to point her index finger at nothing in particular to emphasise her point.

"Hmmm, she does stand out in that department. Especially with those honeyed buns" Allison nodded with raised eyebrows, clearly in agreement about her opponent for the night being a recipient for such an award.

"Honie B. Buns!"

Both of them said in unison, look at each other, Elena face still covered by the pack, and chuckled. "Time for Sherlock and Watson to hang up their boots, cuz we are taking over. I'm Sherlock by the way...ouch!" Elena declared with what could be assumed as a faux smug expression under the pack.

"You're lucky that you're shattered. Else I would've fought for it." Allison poked at her shoulder, earning a wince and a grumble from the blonde.

Ms. Ford, you're up next. And Ms. Walker, you will be escorted out of the stadium shortly.... A crew member stopped by the entrance of the room and sped off immediately. Tonight was the night the staff wished they had wheels instead of legs.

"That's my cue. Gotta go. Will come visit later. Alright...?" Allison extended her arm towards the blonde.

"Yeah, yeah. Go. I'll be fine. And....light it up. Ya won't get another first PPV..." Elena dapped up her hand and motioned her to leave.

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Allison stood in the Gorilla Position. Her first PPV. A dream, a desire that she had harboured from the moment she joined LAW, has manifested into reality right in front of her own eyes, and the raven-haired woman was determined to make every second count. Elena was right indeed, there won't be another 'First PPV'. Her work behind the scenes had led to her being noticed by the top brass as someone capable of standing under the biggest spotlights and not folding under the expectations, which Allison felt obliged to repay.

Strings of an electric guitar thrummed, drums reverberated about the dome, the notes and the amplification from the speakers turning the whole dome into a cauldron of high-energy. Add to it white smoke bellowing out down the stage, and this was a recipe for a high-octane, body-pumping entrance, and it did catch the people by surprise in a good way, seeing Allison emerging out of the smoke, clad in her jacket with her usual leisurely gait. She had decided that she needed to change the way she presented herself for an event of such a scale. And from the looks of it, the fans in attendance had taken to it very well!

New Entrance Music

Allison swayed down the ramp, slow and teasing, making sure to high-five a few fans and wink at a few other lucky ones, until she reached the end of the ramp, where she would unzip her jacket to reveal her toned physique and attire. The crowd, expectedly, went wild and cheered, enjoying the raven-haired woman's show.

Eight tables surrounded the ring, very close to the apron and such that participants couldn't simply get out of the ring when they pleased. One misstep and they could be put through the wooden furniture instantly. This match just got even more interesting

She ascended the steps, pleased with the reception she was getting, and gave another treat to the audience by getting into the ring through the gap between the top and the middle ropes, with an exaggerated stretch of her body leaning backwards. This saw her torso accentuated, given that the spotlight hit the curves and the skin at all the right angles.

Allison's wrestling attire

The song hit its crescendo, timed to her sauntering into the ring and circling about, scanning the throng of people around, their cute little signs and gestures, all aimed at the woman in the ring right now. Allison would finally settle into her corner and lean against the post, running a hand lazily through her long raven hair, all the while her body arched in a slightly suggestive manner. A final inadvertent tease for the audience, who ate it up.

Finally, she used the ropes as support to limber up, waiting for her opponent to make her presence felt....