Ashley Wilson Vs Yayuuki "Lucky" Sakura: A Punk vs A Cheerleader?

Ashley’s head was spinning just a bit, probably from the oxygen deprivation she had suffered thanks to her collapsed windpipe and coughing fit. It had taken a lot out of the red head and left her leaning against the ropes for support and a quick break. Sweat drenched her body, and she was panting heavily, trying to get her feet underneath her. She was trying to sum up how she felt in her head, and found the best way was a fighting game health bar. She used the dizziness, fatigue, and the bruises all over her body to determine where she was, and decided she was somewhere in the yellow, being dangerously close to red. She couldn’t help but think that sounded about right, she was always terrible at blocking attack in the ring and in games.

Still, if video games taught her anything, it’s that sometimes luck and a well-placed shot can mean the difference between a humiliating defeat, or a semi okay victory. Maybe that wasn’t always the case, and it could hardly apply in her daily life, but it sounded good in her head.

When Ashley turned around, of course she saw Sakura running at her, pushing the advantage. The normally energetic red head was running on empty, and honestly considered just falling over comically and letting Sakura pin her. Of course, she didn’t do it, because that would be no fun. Instead, she pushed off the ropes, looking to shoulder her in the gut and take her down to the ground. Sakura’s momentum might knock Ashley off balance, but the red head was determined not to make Lucky’s victory or defeat too easy for her.

"URRRF!" Lucky cried out as Ashley SPRUNG Into action, nailing the poor cheerleader DEAD in the center of her taught, honed belly with a damn-well timed spear! Nobody was expecting it, not with how much momentum Sakura had built up! And BOY did it hurt! it was like one of those funny vines her little sisters would show her way back when, those "Try not to laugh or grin" vines where the guy bikes into a low branch... FUNNY to watch... not so funny to be a part of...

It was Sakura's turn to be laid out now as she hit the ground almost as hard as that should her hit her, the cheerleader's body spread out eagle style as she she tried to SUCK IN the air she had lost being speared like a fish a moment ago, not at all concerned with the fact that the tables had TURNED! Granted, part of the reason was that everything ELSE was turning (specifically in a spinning direction) but hey! That wasn't something Ashley needed to now! Lucky let out a loud, wasted groan as all that momentum was PUNISHED with the utmost severity, leaving her completely open to attack!

WOW BOY HOWDY was this an ironic position! Lucky knew it too, a small pained smile stretching across her lips! It was only a second ago she was having her way with her red-headed counterpart and now she was gonna get the same! Karma, you really are nobody's servant, are you?

No one was expecting such a split-second comeback from the speedster, especially not such an effective one. Not even Ashley could have expected her punch-drunk plan to work, honestly expecting to bounce off of the cheerleader and tumble through the ropes to the hard concrete below. The wild spear attack was more an act of rebellion with a hint of desperation mixed in, trying to show she wasn’t a total pushover when her tag partner was not around.

Well…mission accomplished?

Sakura may have been down for now, but knowing how spunky she could be it really wouldn’t last too long. Ashley had to come with something that could maybe wear her out a bit more, without tiring the punk girl out to much. Maybe a submission? Ashley was tied enough she didn’t even want to think of what to do next. She really wished someone would just tell her what to do. Ah, the perks of being a team…

Well, as much as she hated repeat performances in the same match, a submission was really the only course left to her if she didn’t want to try and powerlift Sakura off the ground, which would only result in Ashley passing out from exhaustion. So, Ashley carefully walked over towards her fallen foe, treating her prone figure like a coiled cobra waiting to strike until she herself finally got close enough to pounce!

Going as fast as she could Ashley jumped onto the cheerleader, looking to wrap her arm round the back of her neck and trying to wrap her legs around her waist. Her ultimate goal was a guillotine chokehold, but she was so groggy, she was not sure she could lock it in properly. It was a match between her luck and Sakura’s, and whose would hold out.

"GGK!" Lucky gasped as Ashley's gilloutine choke came to an ugly fruition, one arm locked TIGHT behind her neck, curling her into a little half-ball thingy while the red-head wrapped her legs tightly around her waist, squeezing her tight! OH BOY! THIS WASN'T A FUN HOLD! Lucky scrabbled and cried, her hands beating wildly on the red-head's back as she struggled for release!

"Nonononono!" Lucky cried, not at all liking the iron spine/neck splitting grip! "Stopstopstopstop!" She hated these holds... HATED being at the receiving end of them! She was all flexible and stuff but she could only stretch so far! What was distinctly worse though was that it was cutting off all the blood and oxygen to her brain, her buxom chest a-flutter with the butterflies of panic! It was moments like these that she really started to feel like 'bad' should've been in front of her stage-title! Lucky really had a way of turning on people in the moment when they were starting to do well!

Air was really starting to come into short supply as the golden cheerleader inevitably stopped beating on her counterpart's back, her breath huffing softly against the other woman's flat chesties... Her hands flailed about wildly, trying to grab onto something... ANYTHING, a rope, an arm... SOMETHING to break this hold but she wasn't getting anywhere! BlllllllAAAAAH! What was she supposed to doooooooo!? Grunting loudly, using all of the honed strength she had built up for her career as a fighter, Lucky began slowly trying to PUSH Rachel and herself towards the ropes from which Ashley had sprung, trying to get her foot to touch the rope for a break! It was the only thing she could think of to get free! If she didn't do it soon... she'd be a goner!

Ashley had successfully locked Sakura into the tight guillotine hold, but that didn’t make her feel any better. In fact, it made her feel worse then before. Despite everything that had happened, and how tired Ashley was, she genuinely liked Lucky quite a bit. She seemed nice, quirky, and she was one of the few that seemed to be just as energetic as the punk girl herself. Hearing her cry out in pain…I felt like she was doing this to an old friend, even though they had only just met.

“I’m sorry! It will be over soon, then if you want we can get drinks later? I’ll buy! Just don’t hate me, please.”

The hold was slowly starting to take effect with the cheerleader. The blows to Ashley’s back seemed to get weaker and weaker, going from a dull sting to something like a child tapping her on the back. As if the punk girl didn’t feel bad enough, she had to sit a watch Lucky desperately try and find something to grab onto, to free her neck from the hold and get oxygen into her lungs, blood into her brain. Ashley began to worry, what if she was taking the hold too far? This was the first time she was using it outside of training, what if she was doing it wrong and actually hurting Sakura really badly? Doubt was starting to spread in the red heads foggy mind, and she eased up on the hold, just a little bit.

But that was all Sakura needed. Digging deep into her reserves, the cheerleader suddenly started moving, taking Ashley along with her. Ashley stared, dumbfounded as the ropes began to approach from behind her. The entire experience was like riding on a giant turtle’s shell, the slow but steady movement creating more and more stress for the punk girl.

“This is nuts! How much air can you store in those things?! You should be passing out! You should have-“

“Rope Break!”

“What?!”

Ashley turned around, and could not believe it. The only way she could confirm she wasn’t dreaming from exhaustion was because the referee just called it out, Sakura’s foot was on the bottom rope, if only just barely.

“But…But…”

“C’mon, Ashley, let her go.”

After a heavy sigh, Ashley let go of Sakura, giving her a faint smile before climbing off of her frame and stepping a few feet back.

Ashley wasn't dealing with the average Japanese wrestler anymore... LUCKY WAS A SUPER WRESTLER!... That didn't make that hold hurt any less though... Her lungs ached so bad, her eyes watered, her muscles burned from both the struggle for freedom... It hurt so bad but her fight to be rid of this hold was blessed with a firm grip and a the sharp eye of the ref, she who DEMANDED ASHLEY LET HER GO! Lucky waited, her mind starting to fade but nothing had changed... perhaps a little slack but it was only more agonizing as if it were a taunt! Tears bubbled up in her eyes as she clenched them tight, feeling the last embers of her determination burn out one by one....

BEFORE AIR FILLED HER LUNGS! Lucky GASPED for breath as Ashley let her go, the cute little red-head climbing off her and backing up! Sakura threw herself on the taught ropes of the ring, draping herself over them as she gasped for breath like a poor swimmer pulled back under at the last minute as she came up to breath. Slowly, she would begin to climb the ropes, using them to pull herself up to a shaky standing position, slowly turning to face her rival, a dull look of determination in her eyes... That sharp gaze had been dulled, admittadly but that wouldn't punch the fight out of her yet!

"*Huff.... Huff.... Huff...* Y-you.... h-h-h-haven't.... w-won yet.....!" Lucky declared defiantly, pointing a shaky finger at her opponent, her ample chest bouncing up and down with her full, heavy breaths. "I...I can still... fight!"

Tough words, but her strength was low... her stamina was lower and Ashley, despite the beating she took early on, seemed to be in better shape! If there was any kind of luck in the universe... please let it flow through her... But then, a small smile spread across her lips, recalling Ashley's offer. It was amazing that she had caught it amongst the riggamaroll that was her scramble for escape but now that it came to mind... it did sound nice!

"I.... I d-don't hate you!" Lucky assured her with a genuine grin of friendship. "Y-you're so nice and cute and... stuff! T-tell you what... After I win... I'll take you out! Call it a date!" She winked playfully, still able to smile under such dire circumstances.

To say losing her prime position and chokehold to a rope was disappointing would be the understatement of the century. If she wasn’t so tired, she may have thrown a small fit right there in the middle of the ring, complaining about how close she was and it was all those big milk duds fault that Lucky was able to hang on long enough to get through her guillotine hold and WHY COULDN’T SHE HAVE A PAIR THAT BIG?!? Luckily, the red head did not have the energy to spare for such a tantrum, and only made a quick whimper of fatigue, her twin tails seemingly drooping as if to reflect her lack of energy.

The only saving grace about the whole thing was that the effects of a submission move tended to linger around for a while, and boy did it show on Lucky’s face. Sakura had been essentially strangled, and when she turned to face Ashley, the red head really didn’t know how to react. Sakura’s face was bright red, with tears looking as if they were beading in her eyes. Ashley doubted the tears were of sadness, she knew from experience that people tended to tear up when put in a strangle submission hold, but it still made her feel bad.

The cheerleader was still full of pep, pointing a shaky finger at Ashley at declaring her ability to continue the fight. Lucky really was something else, and Ashley tried her best to give her a mischievous smile and continue the banter,

“Oh yeah? Wanna bet?”

Ashley wiped a thin layer of sweat from her forehead in anticipation of attack. She returned Sakura’s smile, happy to have an opponent that was all about the fun of a match! The offer was awfully tantalizing too~

“Fu Fu Fu~ Flattery will get you almost everywhere my dear, but if we are inviting each other out, I say winner gets to choose the place.” Ashley took a step back, preparing to cash in her reserved energy and take out Lucky with one good shot. She put up her dukes, and gave Sakura one last wink.

“And I don’t intend to lose.”

"I thought it would!" Lucky admitted with a weary snicker, wiping a layer of sweat off her own brow as Ashley did herself! She had to admit, she was looking forward to the post match of this one too! Going out and having fun with someone this cute and energetic?? It looked like she found a new frieeeeeend! Just because she had something to look forward too though didn't mean she was gonna quit to make it happen sooner! As much as she liked Ashley, she had a match to win and that meant going all in! The cute little red-head really was like the fire-ball she embodied and that meant she couldn't hold ANYTHING back in her attempts to defeat her... and it looked a lot like her opponent was sharing the same sentiment!

"Okay!" Lucky agreed, seemingly revitalized by Ashley's bet! She pushed herself off the ropes, wiggling her arms as if dismissing the burning exhaustion within them! "Winner gets to pick where! It's a date!" Ashley put up her dukes and remarked how she didn't intend to lose, Lucky returning the gesture in kind and sending her own wink her way!

"That's okay! I don't either!"

And with that, the match would begin again! Lucky would inch towards Ashley, outstretching a hand to her as if asking for a test-of-strength again! What better way to see who was gonna win than this classic hold! Sakura was ALL about challenges, challenges WITHIN challenges and so, it was no surprise she wanted to hype herself up by beating the cute-little-redhead at this hold again!

Despite how tough Ashley was talking, she really was not too sure how much longer she could endure this match. She was running on reserve power that she got by eating some of that chocolate bar before the match, and even that was coming to an end pretty quick. The red head was sweating profusely, and her limbs were getting heavier ach minute that passed. Lucky, as amazing as she was, looked like she could still go another two rounds, at least! Even with the constant kicks and strikes, plus that guillotine choke, the cheerleader was inching closer, looking to lock up once again in a challenge Ashley knew she had no chance of winning.

She did not want to say all of that cool stuff, then just topple over like a Jenga tower, but there was not much she could do to out last Sakura. She was as energetic as Ashley herself, possibly even more so, though the speedster would never admit that out loud. Still…it WOULD be a really cool way to bring this to a climactic end and Ashley WAS a bit of a show off…

A grin spread across Ashley’s face. She knew she was going to be really, REALLY sore in the morning, so why not make the best of what she had now?

“Fu fu~ I’m almost at my limit, but it looks like in order to beat you, I’ll have to push through it, break past my limit and GO BEYOND!”

With her motivation out in the open, Ashley went to meet Sakura right in the middle of the ring, locking finger with her in this hold and giving the cheerleader everything she had and a little more! She pushed against the ring with all the energy her legs could spare, and her arms gave everything they could in just trying to force those powerful limbs of Sakura back just one more inch! This was going to be the climax, so Ashley had to make sure it looked good for both the audience and Sakura, with the last of Ashley’s passion burning like an inferno in her smiling eyes!

Sakura's smile spread even farther as Ashley admitted openly that her limit was nigh... but that she also wouldn't give up either! GOOD! Lucky wouldn't have felt satisfied if she just... gave up! It was only just now that the cheerleader remembered was that this was a 3-pin knockout thingy! They haven't even gotten their first downs yet and they were both so tired... Lucky couldn't even BEGIN to imagine how sore she was gonna be in the morning but now wasn't the time to think of that! Now the two of them had to fight through their early-battle Lethargy and push past their limits FOR. THE. WIN!

"GOOD!" Sakura agreed, locking fingers with her red-headed rival! "I WON'T LETCHA BEAT ME! IF YOU'RE GOING FURTHER... THEN SO WILL I!"

The two women in the middle of the ring pressed their hands against one another, shoving with all the strength in their arms and leg muscles that they could muster! Their arms shook, their legs quaked as they attempted to push one another back but neither seemed to be able to gain any ground on the other! Sakura might've taken more out of Ashley in the earliest part of round one, but the repayment for all that was still fresh in the cheerleader, not to mention her red-headed opponent's ability to regain some of that stamina...

Lucky's emerald eyes BURNED with passion as she stared with nothing but competitive glee into the equally determined gaze of her rival, the two struggling and pushing against one another in an EPIC battle of wills! Resolved to NOT be the one to lose, Lucky threw her BIG chest forward with a MIGHTY heave, hoping to knock her cute, energetic opponent with her massive, firm breasts! It was probably the one OBVIOUS advantage she had over the cute little red-head and one she hoped would go unexpected! She wanted to bring her down and take her out... Not just for her job... but for her pride! They fought so hard already and so soon and it would be nothing less than a disgrace to fall now!

"NNNGH..." Sakura grunted cutely. "Fall, Ashley! Com'mon! FALL!"