Ashley Knight vs. Makoto Aihara - The Hard Road

It was a testament to Ashley’s skill, strength, and just downright stubbornness that she didn’t tap out to the guillotine choke at out the outset. Like with every hold she used, Makoto had been caught in the hold herself quite a few times, knew well how painful it could be and how fast it could knock you out. In a normal match, with a normal opponent, for normal stakes, she wouldn’t have dreamed of bringing it out.

But none of those applied, here. Ashley was proving to be one of the toughest, strongest opponents she’d faced since Dixie, and this match was her first in the AFW. She wanted to come away with the win. She had to.

So, she cranked down on the hold, grinding away at Ashley’s throat. ”You should submit.” She whispered through a grunt. ”I don’t want to knock you out, but if I have to…”

A threatening tone never came naturally to Makoto, but she tried her best to convey it.

Ashley couldn’t reply as the Japanese woman was literally choking the words out of her, even Makoto’s legs were crushing the air out of her like toothpaste. The blonde’s face grew redder and redder, her hands shaking as she felt her body start to shutdown. The Canadian woman couldn’t escape, she had lost. The judoka had her right where she wanted her but she didn’t dare tap out.

“F-fuck…. off....” Ashley managed to splutter out not able to say anything more.

She felt her vision began to dull and grow dark around the edges. The mental image of her going limp at the hands of Makoto Aihara clouded her mind. The way she would stand victorious over her, while she lay on her back, drooling, limbs spread out and eyes vacant, like a puppet whose strings had just been cut was too much to bear. She would not lose here to this Girl Scout. With one hand still on Makoto’s forearm, Ashley reached back to grab a handful of Makoto’s hair and pull her head back. Next, she would force her palm against Makoto’s face and push trying to separate the two and create distance. Wheezing, the Canadian heel would try to increase the gap around her neck enough to pull her head out and shove Makoto away from her as if she were a grenade ready to explode.

While some others might have used her threat purely as a taunt, Makoto meant what she said: she really, truly didn’t want to knock Ashley out. True, the cunning Canadian would’ve done the same - or worse - to her in a heartbeat, but putting someone to sleep in the middle of the ring was a cruel way to end a match. Humiliating. Mortifying. Unseemly.

However, if it came down to her losing a match or embarrassing Ashley, she’d pick the former over the latter every time. And she was under no delusions: if she gave up the hold, there’d be little chance of such a grand opportunity coming her way again. Ashley was simple too smart and strong.

So, when she felt her hair being yanked and viciously tugged, she fought it...at first. But between that the palm in her face, it was quickly becoming too much, forcing her back, further back, until-

”No!” She spat as she was pushed away, sent tumbling along the mat so hard she nearly rolled out of the ring. Desperate to reclaim the advantage, she hurriedly crawled her way back to Ashley and tried to catch her in the front facelock, hoping against hope that she had some chance of reclaiming the guillotine.

Ashley inhaled, her eyes wide as the sensation of oxygen re-entering her body made her cough violently. After managing to shove Makoto back, Ashley shifted onto one knee, with one hand tending to her tender throat and the other placed flat on the ring floor to steady her. Ashley had barely had enough time to take in two or three long gulps of air before Makoto latched onto her neck again. However, it was all Ashley needed to gather back her strength and to clear her muddled senses.

"Oh... yes." Ashley said under her breath as she let her foe grab her.

As her foe tried to strangle her again, Ashley would shoot her arm over Makoto's shoulder and around her neck, locking her into a headlock. Using her free hand to push off the ground, she would attempt to drive both of them to her feet. From there, she would grab Makoto by her black belt and with a jolting motion of her legs, she would throw Makoto into the air.

If this proved successful, Ashley would balance the Japanese woman in the air with her legs suspended in the air. In a show of dominance, the Canadian powerhouse would parade her foe around the ring. She would then drop Makoto straight down but instead of driving the top of her head to the ring floor. Ashley would catch her foe's head between her thighs. Grinning, she would spread apart Makoto's legs in a piledriver position. A position Makoto would be familiar with from her previous wrestling organization. She would give the crowd a full view of their national hero's parted legs. Home crowd or not, there were those in the crowd that appreciated the spectacle and would capture the moment with flickering camera flashes.

No, no, no, no!

Makoto was inwardly panicking as she moved to try and regain control of the situation, hoping she wasn’t too late to pull things back her way. It wasn’t even because she was afraid to lose - while she wanted to do well in the AFW, she was primarily there to have fun, and she didn’t need a win streak to do that. She was more worried about what could happen after the match, what her opponent might do if she had the chance…

"Or, maybe you want me to humiliate you?"

She remembered those words and the nibbling that came along with them, and the unsavory impression made her shiver. That feeling was temporarily abated, though, when she managed to grab hold of Ashley.

For three seconds, she was relieved. Only three seconds. Then things rapidly went downhill.

Her feet left the floor as Ashley hoisted her up with disturbing ease, showcasing strength that Makoto hadn’t seen in a woman since she tangled with Dixie Clemets. She squirmed about as she was put on display and carried about the ring, but she looked like a child in her parents grasp and her struggles were about as effective.  

For a moment, Makoto thought she was simply going to be thrown to the floor, but she knew worse things were in store when her head became trapped between Ashley’s iron thighs, held in place while the Canadian spread her legs. A humiliating position all by itself, but that was the least of Makoto’s worries. She knew what was coming next. Any wrestling fan would.

She fought. She wriggled. She did her best to wrest free of Ashley’s clutches. None of it amounted to much, though - like it or not, she was going for a rough ride.

Yes... Makoto was hers for the taking.

Ashley could tell that Makoto was panicking, she was hers to torment for the time being. She purred and made sympathetic murmurs as she felt Makoto panic and shudder in her grasp. The way that the Japanese fighter's body twitched and spasm in her clutches made her shudder with satisfaction. Her patience had been rewarded, she had Makoto in her grasp like a butterfly snared in her web. She loved it when Makoto struggled, it almost made her moan with ecstasy. There was something so erotic and empowering about it that turned Ashley on.

"I think it's time I held you to my word." She said soothingly as she ran her fingers against the sensitive flesh of the Judoka's inner thighs. The blonde bit her bottom lip, Makoto had well toned legs, soft skin but it was especially tender between her legs. It made her want to touch her more but there would be plenty of time to do that after.

"You hear that Makoto, the crowd loves seeing you like this- Vulnerable! Humiliated! At my hands! I know what you want, you want to be dominated by my hands. Admit it, you want to be my bitch~" Ashley declared loud enough that some of the crowd could hear her.

With a leap into the air, she would drive the top of the Asian girl's head to the ring canvas with a sickening crash. The blonde would hold down her opponent's legs and hold her there. Using her legs to hold down Makoto's arms, she would force her onto her shoulders and the back of her neck. Stacking her legs against her, she folded the Judoka in half while forcing her ass into the air. When the referee, went to go for the count- Ashley glared at her and gave her a look that stopped her mid slap.

"Don't you dare count her out. I want to savor this. A pin is too good for a loser like Makoto Aihara. I'm going to shame her~"

Makoto wasn’t exactly looking forward to being piledriven. The last time she took it, it was in a match with Candy Cane, one that she had wound up winning...but not before the redhead put her through some humiliation with the move, parting her legs, putting her on display for all the audience to see before she brought her head crashing down.

A mortifying experience, but at least it was mercifully brief. Ashley, however, held the move much longer than her fellow Canadian had, keeping Makoto held up while she spoke. Her words, crude and lewd, sent a shiver up the Judo Babe’s spine, and she could admit that it wasn’t completely out of fear - it had been a good while since someone touched her between her legs, caressed her, and she was feeling the effects. A soft moan escaped her mouth, and she bit her lip hard to keep anything else from getting out.

As it turned out, though, that was the least of her worries. Makoto screamed as she Ashley went airborne, and the canvas suddenly rushed up to meet her head.

And then came the darkness.

It couldn’t have been long, but for an instant, Makoto was knocked clean out. When she came to, she found herself looking at the world upside down, her body folded up, her shoulders to the mat. Sense returned to her, and she prepared for the referee’s count, accepting that she wouldn’t be able to kick out.

Only the referee wasn’t counting. She wasn’t doing anything. The crowd was protesting, but she couldn’t tell why - as near as she could see, the match was still going. She was confused, and she had a distinct feeling she wouldn’t like whatever the answer was.

’What are you…” She groaned and shifted about in Ashley’s grasp, her body drunkingly wobbling. ”What are you doing?”