Introduction

(Quick note: Character age is variable from 25 to her irl age of 40.)

“I thought, ‘I’m in my late 20s, I should probably start doing some strength training.’”

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Your heart pounds as you stand in the ring. There’s an electricity in the air like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. The hairs on your body stand up and goosebumps raise on your arms as the noise of the crowd washes over you like a thick wall of water. They seem just as excited as you are. More so, probably, since unlike you they know who your opponent is. The secret of who you’ll be facing tonight has been a tightly guarded one within the company, on pain of termination. They wanted your reaction to be genuine. Just then, the PA speakers crackle back to life, the opening chords of Def Leppard’s “Rocket” shredding through the air. A figure appears at the top of the ramp, the audience’s dull roar rising to a deafening scream as the lights suddenly flare up and you immediately understand the reason for all the secrecy. Strutting down the ramp in a red one-piece swimsuit that looks painted on and has a zipper that’s only unzipped enough to reveal cleavage but can travel a good deal further is Alison fucking Brie. Her brown hair is perfectly styled, falling over one shoulder in a messy waterfall that likely took way longer than it looks. Her blue eyes pierce your soul as they remain fixed on you despite her stops along the ramp to sign autographs and take selfies. ‘If nothing else,’ you think to yourself with bemusement. ‘This should be interesting.’

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My name is, for the purposes of this site, Alison Brie. I am not the real Alison Brie. Obviously, duh. But I will be in-character most of the time and any requests for personal information will be met with, at best, contemptuous silence. I don’t do MMA or catfights and if you message me asking for either I will know you haven’t read my profile and I will gently call you out on it.

In any case, I am here predominantly for pro wrestling and boxing, but am open to sexfights, deathmatches, and any sort of nontraditional type of fight you can come up with a good pitch for. If you are the one to come to me and you ask me what kind of fight I want to do, or something to that effect, I will turn the question around on you and I will quickly lose interest if you cannot provide an answer. It’s harsh, but honest.

My “no” kinks are shit (AKA scat), and excessive violence or gore. I’ll snap your neck (or have mine snapped) but if you’re wanting to disembowel me or do some Saw-level stuff, please do not interact. No shame, you’re just not for me. Otherwise, that’s literally it. If you want to try it or incorporate it, we can talk about it.

Men, if I want to fight, I will approach you about it. I’m sure you’re all very lovely and we can certainly be friends, but do not expect me to accept a challenge from you. I will challenge you if I think I can trust you to not be an utter douche-canoe. Come at me with a challenge right out of the gate and you will likely be ignored at best.

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“The biggest misconception about me is that I’m very wholesome. After playing Trudy and Annie back to back, people would say ‘oh, you’re like Miss Priss,’ and I’m really not.”

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You’re unsure how you got here. Alison Brie is an actress, not a wrestler! Sure, she did her own stunts on GLOW, but how much could she have really retained? ‘Apparently a lot,’ you think to yourself as you struggle against the grapevine hold she currently has you caught in. A slight smirk curves her luscious red lips as she stares down at you, an expression halfway between boredom and pity on her face as her long brown hair – still immaculate, to your enduring embarrassment – curtains one side of your faces. Then, she descends, and your world goes dark. Your face fits perfectly within the valley between her firm breasts, leaving you unable to see or breathe as you start to lose track of whose sweat is whose. What little air you do manage to sneak in smells of a combination of sweat and some citrus-scented perfume. You find the head-spinning smell intoxicating and not entirely unpleasant, even as you squirm and fight to escape. Then, the audience’s cheering once again lifts to a fever pitch as you feel Alison starting to grind against you, her covered crotch gliding sensuously against yours…

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As those of you who know me on my other character (https://venus.chatfighters.com/characters/Angelicat) are aware, I’m, to put it indelicately, super fucking horny basically all the time. Sexual elements/stakes to a match aren’t required but are greatly appreciated/enjoyed if you can stomach them. I will also be (if the character limit allows) filling out a record and ‘history’ of sorts for Alison, even more detailed than the one I do for Angie. So, as I say on that profile, watch this space!

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RECORD
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Match History:
Character History:

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“I try to be very much in control when it comes to work. I have a strong work ethic.”

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You lie defeated on the canvas, chest heaving as you squint up at the ring lights. You shift uncomfortably, the crotch of your ring gear still damp and sticky with the humiliating results of your orgasm. Alison moves into view, that insufferably sexy smirk still painted onto those shiny red lips as she flexes her arms victoriously, your vision suddenly obscured as she plants one foot on your face, your nostrils filled with the smell of dirt and sweat as you catch glimpses of her face from between her toes while she mouths words down at you: ‘meet me in the locker room, bitch.’

Last login: 2024-03-01
Start of membership: 2023-11-20