Ashley Knight vs. Makoto Aihara - The Hard Road

Makoto stopped trying to resist the hammerlock for the moment, knowing it was futile to waste her precious energy trying to escape the position. Patience. Always patience. She couldn’t rush this, had to keep things at her own pace as much as possible.

Even if she did have the rising desire to punch Ashley square in her smug face.

While Makoto would never give her the satisfaction of knowing it, her foe wasn’t wrong - she was getting under her skin, digging into old scars that had healed from battles against Anesthesia. It brought back memories she didn’t want to relive, and made her long to be on her feet again and not have this carnal woman licking and kissing at her.

That wasn’t happening soon, though, as Ashley traded the hammerlock in for something more painful and debilitating. The Camel Clutch was one of Dixie’s old favorites, and it was every bit as destructive with her current blonde opponent.

The referee kneeled nearby, checking to make sure Makoto was alright. ”Makoto? Makoto, do you give up?”

The Judo Babe merely shook her head as much as she could and let out a defiant cry. ”No!”

"No?" Ashley asked aloud amused by Makoto's struggles. She chuckled as she pulled back harder inflicting more stress on the back of Makoto's neck, spine and lower back. She pondered at how much the Japanese Judoka could take, Ashley could tell that Makoto would be a stubborn one to crack. She liked the camel's clutch due to it's nature of forcing the foe into a defenseless position in which the user can inflict more and more pain. It crushed both spirit and body but Ashely still wasn't quite satisfied. In truth, she wanted to crush Makoto's fighting spirit and a simple submission just wouldn't do.

Makoto would slide her hands down from Makoto's neck and pulled Makoto's Gi open. She would then do the obvious thing and grasp both of Makoto's breasts in her hands. Ashley would give both of them a firm squeeze as she kneaded them in her palm like dough. Ashley would give them one hard squeeze followed by a controlled nibble on Makoto's ear.

"Still don't feel like submitting or are you going to let me shame you in front of your crowd Makoto?" She teased as she cooed into her ear. "Or, maybe you want me to humiliate you?"

Makoto gritted her teeth as Ashley put her flexibility to the test, cranking her back further and further. It wasn’t easy, but she could endure this. She’d survived worse, suffered through the worst Rumble Roses could throw her way. If a Camel Clutch was enough to finish her off this early, she’d never have come so far.

Even if it was an exceptionally hard Camel Clutch.

Close your eyes. Focus. Push the pain aside, and-

”What?” Makoto’s eyes flew open as Ashley released her head. The good news was that the rabid Canadian wasn’t pulled on her neck anymore. The bad news was that she’d found something much more sinister to do with her hands.

”Stop!” Makoto’s squirms intensified as Ashley groped her breasts, squeezing and kneading on them like they were hers to play with at will. The worst thing was that it did feel good. It had been too long since she’d had this sort of sexual attention, and a small, but very real, part of her was tempted to just give and let her itches be scratched.

But not here. And not to Ashley.

Let-” With her head free, Makoto pulled it way from Ashley’s nibbling mouth, then jerked it back and tried to smash her foe in the face with the side of her skull. ”-go!”

Finally, Ashley got what she wanted the desperate pleas and the helpless squirming. The Canadian heel drank these things in like a hot cocoa on a cold winter day. It warmed her to the very bone, she bit her lip getting seriously turned on by Makoto's protests. She knew at that moment to, the way she reacted to her kneading that Makoto enjoyed herself as well. She had Makoto Aihara, the Judo babe, former Olympian and former rose, right where she wanted her until-

"Gah!" Ashley flinched forcing her to release Makoto from her breast variation of her cammel's clutch. Without her hands to pull back the Japanese woman's jaw, it made her susceptible to a headbutt which hit her square on the nose. It cause her to sniffle and her eyes to water slightly. However, Ashley was still straddling the Judo girl's back and would pull back on her hair before slamming the girl's face into the mat and even went as far as to rub her face into the ring floor out of spite before rolling away from her opting to take the fight back on their feet.

Success!

It was an exceedingly small victory, if that was even the right word for it, but Makoto took some small satisfaction in nailing Ashley with the headbutt. She realized the opportunity would be a fleeting one, but that simply meant she would need to be far, far more careful from this point on.

She had little time to really enjoy it, either. Ashley was quick to return her favors, and she did so this time by slamming Makoto’s face into the floor, hammering it down hard. Not the worst blow the Judo Babe had ever taken, but it did mean that she had to roll away and grab the ropes for support, using them as she pulled her way back up. Groggy, hurt, but standing, and in a far better place than she was a few seconds ago.

Ashley got to her feet, she was a little unhappy the Japanese girl had managed to slip away from clutches. However, she had to be content with what she did accomplish. She manage to inflict some pain and humiliate the incorruptible Makoto Aihara that in itself was a victory. Standing up, she would watch her raven haired foe use the ropes to get to her feet. She came at Makoto and eagely closed the distance between them. She would keep cautiously try and engage her in a lock up or an elbow-collar lock up.

"You think you can get away that easily cutey?" Ashley said trying to lock up with the Judoka and then attempt to grab her in a hug.

The blonde would try to force the other girl into a deadly embrace and crush her with a bearhug. She would try to lift and crush their bodies together.

Makoto was taking her time out of necessity, a bit sluggish after being nearly bent in half by Ashley Knight. The fact that she had to hardly meant her opponent had to give her space, however, and it was no surprise when she moved and dashed her way towards Makoto, closing in before she had the chance to reasonable react.

Then came the lockup. Then came the hug.

Makoto went into a squirming fit as Ashley hauled her up with ease, lifting her like a small child, but it was mostly just reflexive defiance - she wasn’t squirming her way out of this, and that was the whole point. She had to stay there, rubbing against Ashley’s body, those proud breasts spilling over her own, the hot breath cascading over her neck.

The blush came back, but that hardly meant that Makoto was going to just wait to be squeezed. The bear hug had her hands free, after all. Might as well use them.

With a grunt, she reached around Ashley’s head, pulling it towards her and grabbing her left bicep with her right hand. She tried to slide her left hand under Ashley’s throat, looking to execute a standing form of the front naked choke - not the most effecitve move from this position, but one that would knock Ashley out long before the bear hug took her.

Ashley smiled as she crushed the Asian girl's body against her own giving her the full experience. She wanted to let the girl know just how much stronger she was then her and to know how inferior her body was. The Canadian also liked the embrace, she loved how soft the girl's skin was against hers and the way the other woman squirmed in her grasp put her teeth on edge.

The Canadian wrester blinked as she felt Makoto's arms come around her neck. She let out a strained gasp, her face instantly reddening as she realized what her opponent was doing. The blonde panicked and let her opponent free of the bear hug before trying to pry Makoto's arms from her neck. In her panic, she tripped and ended up on her back, she let out a gurgled response as her Japanese opponent was strangling her!

As Makoto was squeezed and squashed against Ashley’s body, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the devilish Canadian was enjoying all of this. And not just because she got a jolt out of inflicting pain, either, though that was clearly a big part of it.

No. Maybe it was just her imagination, fueled by the fact that it had been way too long since she’d last had some intimate contact with another woman, but it seemed like Ashley was getting a good feeling from the way their skin touched and their hot breath mingled. Being honest, she wasn’t sure how she felt about the thought.

There was little time to contemplate it. Ashley tumbled over a second later, and Makoto fell with her, landing on top and keeping the hold secure.

”Tap out!” Makoto put as much authority into her voice as possible while poured more strength into the hold. She didn’t want to knock Ashley out - or anyone for that matter. Too mean for her tastes. But she would do it, if that’s what it came to.

"Ghh....F-fuck off." The blonde said as her face turned redder and redder. She pushed against Makoto's face as the two struggled for control. She would squirm and struggle desperately as she gasped for air. With one hand on her face, she would create some space between them. Finally, she tries to find purchase in Makoto's forearm trying to get her fingers underneath it. With gritted teeth, she would try to pry them away from her throat before arching her hips and roll them so she's on top. With her hand pressing on her cheek, if she manged to roll on top, she would try to pry herself free from the choke by sitting up and keeping Makoto's face pressed to the ring floor.