Ashley Knight vs. Makoto Aihara - The Hard Road

Makoto had often been told - most frequently by Aigle - that she had soft eyes. While that was likely pillow talk, she agreed with it.

She made sure that those soft eyes weren't what looked back at Ashley as the two of them moved towards each other again. Focused and fierce, she took in every movement her foe made, every twitch, anticipating the coming attack, so that when Ashley finally made her move, she’d be ready.

At least, she thought she’d be.

Her opponent came in with what Makoto thought was a knee, and she reacted accordingly, lowering to catch. She realized it was a feint at the last moment, but that was a moment too long - just enough time for Ashley to snatch her up into a tight, secure headlock, powering down on her smaller skull with an iron arm.

An irritated grunt escaped her lips, but Makoto didn’t even try to pull her head free. Ashley was too strong for that, a clear fact. Instead, she moved her leg around the back of her opponent’s calf, hocking it and pulling them together, trying to prevent whatever it was she was going for and possibly trip her up.

"Got you..." Ashley said with a sinister tone in her voice. She was delighted when the counter specialist fell for one of her feints. The Canadian girl grabbed onto her foe and forced her into a tight headlock.

The blonde powerhouse let Makoto really have it by crushing her head in a tight vice grip. She laughed at Makoto's pitiful attempts to escape. She wasn't going to stay long as she was going to throw her over her shoulder with a veritcal suplex. However, the crafty Judo fighter had other plans. She came in with a Ko-Soto Gake and tripped her backwards. Ashley hopped on one leg but eventually they both fell to the mat. She grunted at the impact but unfortunately for Makoto, the force of the fall wasn't enough to stun her.

"You think you can get out that easily?" Ashley said as she still kept Makoto's head locked under her arm. However, this time, Ashley would grab her own hand with her free arm and pull her forearm under Makoto's chin and at her throat. She would try to perform a guillotine choke from this potion even wrapping her legs around Makoto's to keep her from moving.

Now that she was close to Ashley, Makoto could intimately appreciate the hardened body of her foe. Muscles tensed underneath the skin, hardened like cold steel, pumping away her head with relentless pressure. Legs like pythons circled around her smaller cobras, pinning them together, trying to lock her down. It was a good hold, and it was something she would remember if they wound up on the ground again. Ashley talked big, but she could back it up.

Thoughts for another time. For now, Makoto centered her mind on escape. She knew full well how potent this move could be - if it had been applied later in the fight, with the wind taken out of her, it might’ve been enough to end things. Now, however, she had stamina left to spare and the mind to make good use of it.

With one arm, she reached around Ashley’s shoulder and pulled her in from behind, while tucking her head in towards her opponent’s ribs at the same time. From there, she got her hips up as much as she could and pushed down at Ashley’s thigh as she fell to the side, trying to shimmy her legs free and get her body to a perpendicular position.

It wouldn’t free her head, but having the use of her legs was a good enough step. For the moment.

"Oh I thought you Judo fighters were supposed to be good at fighting on the ground. It'd be pretty humiliating if I made you submit to a choke hold wouldn't it or just choke you out." She said as she would continue to try and crush the air out of Makoto. However, her opponent was no fool or slouch when it came to the mat. The Japanese girl used small movements that on their own didn't mean anything at first but quickly managed to get into a position to free her leg.

She let out a grunt, despite the fact Makoto's head was stuck, she was posturing for either and escape or counter attack. She hated to do this but she had to let go of Makoto, the idea of facing a Judoka on the ground while she was on top was not one she was willing to entertain. Ashley would release the choke before trying to shove her foe backward. She hoped it would be enough of a hindrance for her to be able to sit up. However, she knew based on Makoto's reputation, she might have just set herself up for a worse position.

Makoto took a refreshed breath as she maneuvered around Ashley’s body, forcing them into a sideguard. It wasn’t exactly the optimal position - she would’ve loved to not have this powerful arm squeezing her anymore - but she had options, now. She was about to use them, too, when a curious thing happened.

Unlike the other loudmouthed Canadian Makoto knew, Ashley seemed to have some idea of restraint and tact, choosing to abandon the hold now that the advantage was leaving her. A wise choice, and if all she did was get out, they might have had to reset. It’s what she would’ve done, in the reversed position.

But she pushed against Makoto, too, trying to shove her away, giving the Judo Babe a moment where she was touching her. She could work with that.

Slick and quick, she grabbed Ashley’s wrist and forearm, while shooting out her foot to cover her foe’s face. From there Makoto’s tried to fall back with the arm trapped between her legs, crossing them over that large and extremely exposed chest while her hips pushed the shoulder up from underneath, looking to complete the cross armlock. They were closer to the ropes than she would’ve liked to be, but if she could even hold it for a little while, she could do enough damage to shape the match in her favor.

The Canadian woman cursed under her breath as her opponent grabbed her wrist and pulled her into an armbar from the guard position. Ashley felt her opponent's foot covering her face, she turned her head away and sneered. She moved her head that the back of her thigh against her face instead. She growled not liking that at all. Ashley let a cry of pain as the pain shot through her arm. Ashley let out a cry of effort and she used her free hand to grab her own hand.

Ashley using brute strength used both her hands to bend her arm. Her trapped arm would grab the collar of her opponent's Gi. She would press her weight down against her foe's legs, folding the girl in half.

"Pretty sneaky, you almost had me there." The Canadian woman's face that was twisted in pain turned into a smirk as she let out a low chuckle. "However, if you think you can try and break my arm without getting punished for it? You're in for a rude awakening."

Ashley got onto one knee, lifted her opponent up and stood straight up. Being an Olympic Weightlifter, picking up someone like Makoto was as easy as standing up for her. She would then try and slam Makoto on the mat in a makeshift powerbomb.

Makoto’s judo training was so innate to her, so reflexive that there were times where it felt more like an instinctual thing. She didn't plan her moves out so much as she let her body operate how she'd programmed it to. Moves came easy. When she was in the right position, she executed them. Quick, clean, simple.

That could be a boon, but it could also be a curse. Sometimes she didn't quite take into account how her opponent would react to a move until after she'd done it.

For instance, she realized that Ashley was strong when she slapped the arm bar on, but she didn't fully appreciate just how strong until she was being lifted off the floor with insane power, hoisted up as if she were nothing more than a doll.

The shock of the situation didn't feel good. Thankfully, it was quickly replaced with another, more prominent sensation.

The crowd collectively winced as their shared heroine hit the mat with devastating force. She'd done a good job of avoiding Ashley’s full wrath up until this point, but no more - Makoto had been caught, and the result left her sprawled out on her back, hissing and groaning while she vainly attempted to sit back up.

"Get DUNKED on!" Ashley said as she power bombed the Japanese beauty onto the mat. The blonde grinned taking a few breaths as she looked down at Makoto's sexy body sprawled out on the mat. She felt her face light up a tint, the Canadian girl bit her bottom lip as she had to admit that Makoto looked pretty irresistible, weak and defenseless like that. She watched the Judo girl try to sit up weakly, struggling to make her body move despite not fully recovering from the shock of the slam.

The blonde would shove Makoto back down with her foot on her shoulder. The Canadian heel would then stomp violently down on Makoto's sternum between the girl's breasts. She would hope that would knock the air out of her opponent hard enough to roll the Judo fighter onto her stomach with her foot. If Makoto would let her, Ashley would force Makoto into a hammer lock hold and press the Japanese fighter's arm against her back. She would use her free hand to grab at Makoto's hair and force her head down to the mat.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy humiliating you in front of your home crowd." Ashley would whisper before forcing Makoto to arch her neck and look at the giant screen right above the entrance ramp. The blonde would then make Makoto watch herself before she ran her tongue against Makoto's cheek, making it slow and agonizing.

Makoto was having a hard time deciding which was ticking her off more - Ashley’s hard hitting blows, or the fact that she’d let herself get knocked for a loop by them.

There she was, flat on the mat, trying hard to rise as her haughty foe loomed over her. The audience cheered her on, and she appreciated their support, but it wasn’t giving her any tangible benefit right now. It didn’t stop Ashley from pinning her to the floor and stomping her in the chest, it didn’t keep the Canadian from flipping her over with ease, and it didn’t stop her from pouncing on her and securing the tight hammerlock.

Makoto was trapped, pinned and hurting. She didn’t think it could get much worse than that...until it did.

]”Ugh!” Her face flushed a crimson shade when she felt Ashley’s slick tongue against her cheek, licking at her like she was choice meat to be devoured. A shiver ran up her body, as she was given an all-too-harsh reminder that it had been a long time since she’d had any real intimate contact. Her body was certainly hungering for it, but she’d be damned if Ashley Knight filled the void in any way, shape, or form.

For now, though, she had little choice but to endure the pain. And wait. Wait for the right opportunity…

Feeling the shudder, Ashley grinned as she also noticed the redder tint in her face. She chuckled at the reaction, Ashley could tell not all of that shudder was disgust. It was a woman's intuition but she had a strong hunch, Makoto was one of those girl's that may seem goody two-shoes but had a lustful side. The heel knew it'd be an easy win if she managed to unhinge Makoto by exposing her sexual desires. Not to mention, it was also the method that would offer the most reward for Ashley.

"Still nothing to say?" Ashley mused. "Come on Makoto... I know I must be getting underneath your skin by now."

The blonde would kiss the Japanese girl on the cheek before pulling her hair back and releasing her from the hammerlock. She would then try to slide her knees under Makoto's arms to hold them in place before the heel would intertwine her fingers under the Japanese Judoka's jaw. Ashley would force her foe into a Camel's clutch!