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Alyson Hann igan
Kristin KreukIn her younger years in celeb wrestling, Alyson was fabled to have the best abs in the sport, able to take the worst sort of punishment and leave the redhead still smiling. But the passage of time and retirement from the fight wars for several years have a way of eroding the strongest stone, and while Hanxxxxn's midriff was still spectacularly firm, Kristin suspected it wasn't the fabled abs of steel as before. In fact, she was counting on it.
It had been a wild battle between the two, to be certain. Although bits of 'ring rust' were evident, it wasn't long before they each settled into a battle groove that evoked their heydays not-so-many years ago. And if Alyson seemed to hold the upper hand the majority of the time, Kreuk impressed all by still putting up a magnificent struggle.
Now however, the sultry brunette was ready to go in for the kill, and bring an end to this contest. Gambling that what had once been on of her opponent's greatest assets was not her Achlles' Heel, Kreuk now focused her full attack on her adversary's taut belly, hammering away with punches, then when she managed to get Aly onto her back, stomping away with her foot. Now, dropping to her knees next to the stunned and panting redhead, Kristin raised her hands as a concert pianist would before striking a triumphant chord, and then she plunged her siletto-like fingers down, viciously kneading Alyson's abdominal muscles while the embattled woman gasped, whimpered, and then yelped in pain.
Writhing in agony on the floor, Alyson was otherwise paralyzed by the pain. Still, she knew that if she didn't put a halt to this punishment quickly, it wouldn't be much longer before she screamed out her surrender. With all of the strength she could muster, her right hand flashed up, her nails raking across the eyes of her tormentor. Kristin shrieked and tumbled backward, breaking her grip upon Aly's mauled midsection as she instinctively brought her hands up to her eyes to shield them. Momentarily blinded, Kreuk knew the wisest course was to put some space between herself and her opponent, at least until her vision cleared. And so she got to all fours and started to crawl away to safety.
But Alyson knew she had to strike now, or else lose all hope of winning. Rousing herself and blocking out the pain...the flesh of her tormented tummy was already starting to bruise from the assault...she got up to a crouch and leapt at her rival. Landing a bit awkwardly upon Kreuk's back, her weight still managed to force the startled brunette to flop face-first into the plush carpeting.
Wasting no time, Alyson went for her finisher: with her feet, she grapevines Kristin's legs, spreading them wide to try and keep her pinned down. With her left hand, she grabbed the dark-haired battler's mane close to the roots to keep her from shaking her head, and with her right, she fashioned her index and middle fingers into hook shapes, and she slipped them into her adversary's mouth, applying a mandible claw that instantly sent waves of anguish radiating from Kristin's jaw. With rare exceptions, no one has proven better at applying the claw that Aly, as Kreuk now learns to her pained regret. The brunette' squirms, but she remains pinned down beneath her opponent.
In spite of a valiant effort to resist, Kristin's fate is sealed, and it isn't long before even she realizes it. Unable to make anything more than the most gutteral of animal grunts with her rival's clawhold firmly in place, Kreuk can only slap wildly at the floor with her open palm to signal her surrender.
