A Clash of Colors: Ripley vs Ashley

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Ashley pulled the Boston Crab deeper till Ripley's spine was bent backwards into a C-schape. She got her desired screams of pain from Ripley who was still crawling for the rope, but Ripley refused to submit or tap. This seemed to bore Ashley after a while so she released Ripley's legs. They fell to the mat with a thud. Ripley breathed a sigh of relief then some groans of pain as she tried to massage her aching back.

Ashley got off Ripley and took a boxing stance, telling Ripley to get back up. Ripley crawled to the ropes and used them to hoist herself up. "Calm down, Regina!! You will plenty of time to bully Lindsay Lohan later after I beat you bloody!"

Once on her feet, Ripley took her kickboxing stance. She slowly inched towards Ashley taking a more cautious approach this time. She kept her defenses up, but decided to prove Ashley's as well. Ripley started to send quick jabs at Ashley's face, and low kicks to her shins. Interchanging between the two attacks.

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Ashley had to admit, for somebody who had been put through such a punishing hold, Ripley seemed incredibly resilient. Of course, Ashley would rather die than give any praise to her opponent. This only made things more fun, anyway.

The redhead watched intently as Ripley got to her feet. However, instead of cowering, the little girl raised her guard and went to meet Ashley, throwing a series of punches and kicks as soon as she came within range. Forcing Ashley to take a few steps back, her forearms absorbed some blows, and her shins also felt the impact of the kicks. However, the British woman only blocked; there was no response from her. Soon, Ashley found herself cornered, and the audience was confused; the green-haired girl had suddenly taken the lead in the fight.

Ashley smirked, letting Ripley get closer... letting her get too confident for her own good. In an instant, Ashley shifted to her side, dodging one of the green-haired girl's punches and firing up a violent uppercut straight onto Ripley's gut.

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Ripley probed Ashley's defenses with her punches and kicks. Her opponent did a good job of defending and tanking the hits, it she was still be pushed back into the corner. Ripley was feeling pretty good about her plan of attack, and kept it up, getting in closer for more hits.

Ashley it seems was holding back. Once Ripley got close she sent an uppercut, right into Ripley's gut, bending her over. Ripley almost spit up her lunch as the wind was knocked out of her. It seems her kicks hadn't done much to slow down her opponent. Ripley knew she would have to act quickly if she didn't want the match to go back to Ashley bending her in half. She dug deep and found enough energy to send a kick. The kick was sent right between Ashley's legs. Right in her most sensitive spot, a low blow. "You aren't the only mean girlie!"

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-THUD!-

Ashley's fist dug deep into Ripley's core; the green-haired girl had no chance to react. The redhead felt her opponent's body buckling under its own weight. Her legs were giving way, barely able to remain upright. Eyes peeled with her mouth open in a silent scream. All the while, Ashley was smiling:

"Aww... did that hurt?" The Brit gently caressed Ripley's cheek with her hand. A soft gesture masking her vile intentions. "Here... let me give you a hand." Ashley pulled her head up while reeling her other fist, looking to deck the small girl again. However, before Ashley could do any more harm, a shock of pain shot up and across her body-

"Ughhh!" A pained moan escaped Ashley's lips, and the redhead fell to her knees; the entire ring shook as the powerhouse went down. Both hands went instantly to her groin. She was left with a look of loss on her face, her mouth agape. "You...-" Ashley could barely muster any words. The Brit had lowered her guard just as Ripley hit her with a devastating low blow.

She took her eyes away from her opponent, using the ropes as support as she tried to soothe the pain.

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Ripley's kick connected! Her opponents eyes went wide as she fell to her knees. The ring shook as the Red-head fell surprised and in pain. Her hands went to her injured womanhood. She was now easy prey for Ripley. Ripley grabbed Ashley by the hair and dragged her to her feet. She put her opponent's head under arm before dropping backwards and driving her head into the canvas with a DDT.

The ring crashed and shook as the Ashley's head hit the mat. Ripley would roll her onto her back before climbing the nearest turnbuckle. Once at the top rope she would yell, "Delivery to Bitchville, via Air Ripley!" she would then leap backwards off the top rope doing a backflipping and somersaulting through the air. Her goal was to slam onto the body of Ashley with a Moonsault.

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Ashley was open, seemingly unable to react due to the intense pain coursing through her lower body. Grinding her teeth, anger growing inside of her with each passing second. "You... bitch..." she cursed. But the redhead couldn't do much more than that. Both of her hands were trying to soothe the burning feeling the low blow had left her with. The Brit was unable to stop what came next.

Ripley wrapped one arm around Ashley's head, holding it tightly in place. And soon after, Ashley saw the ring mat coming fast at her. -BANG- The ring shook as her head was violently smacked in a DDT. Ashley rolled to her side, dazed and confused. She brought one hand up to her forehead, losing track of her opponent; Ashley was too focused on trying to stop her world from spinning in front of her eyes.

"Damn..." The Brit began to scold herself; she had let the advantage in the match slip from her hands in the blink of an eye. Finally opening her eyes again, Ashley met with a shocking scene: Ripley's figure flying through the air, coming straight at her. "What?!"

The impact was strong and severe.

"Uughhh!"

The green-haired girl's body crashed right on top of Ashley, and the redhead doubled over, her arms flailing wildly, as did her feet. The Brit's entire midsection was compressed under Ripley's weight. Once her opponent bounced off, Ashley rolled on her side, body curved while holding her pained abdomen. One boot hitting on the floor repeatedly.

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Ripley slammed Ashley's head into the canvas with a DDT. There was a satisfying thud as her opponent was now dazed. This made setting up her next move easier. She climbed the nearest turnbuckle before jumping off the top rope. She sailed through the air with a Moonsault, before slamming down on top of the prone body of Ashley. She let out a satisfying gasp of pain as the air rushed from her lungs. Ripley got off her opponent and admired her work. Ashley laid on the mat holding her gut in pain, stomping her feet. It brought a wicked smile to Ripley's face.

Ripley grabbed Ashley's legs and dragged her over to the ring post. She put one leg on each side of the post. Ripley rolled under the ropes and hopped down. She stood next to the ring post and grabbed Ashley's legs again. She put her foot on the ring post. "Regina, you look like you are hurting bad. Let me pull you out of the ring so you can take a little rest!" Ripley would then pull hard on Ashley's legs, using her foot on the ring post for extra leverage. Ashley would then run into the ring post, pussy first!

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Ashley was still reeling from the hard impact, holding her aching mid-section, one cheek pressed against the canvas. Teeth clenched.

"Uurgh!" laying on her side, she couldn't move or react. "Fuck..." The big powerhouse was momentarily reduced to a writhing form in the ring mat, and Ripley took full advantage.

The redhead felt her legs being pulled, dragged to one of the ring corners, up to the point where both of her feet passed at the sides of the ring post. The brit recognized this position, for she had subjected many victims to this same punishment.

A concerned look appeared on her face as Ripley rolled out of the ring and proceeded to grab her legs again. Positioning the ring post right between them.

"N- No..." was all Ashley could muster just moments before she was violently pulled, yanked toward the corner until her groin slammed right against the metal ring post.

A pained cry escaped the redhead's lips as a sharp pain shot through her womanhood. Her face contorted. A burning sensation, a slight headache. All of her senses where dulled. Her brain could only process pain.

Her eyes watered, Ashley slowly rolled out of the ring, falling abruptly to the hard floor at ringside.
She was burning with rage, but unable to respond.

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Ripley had dragged the dazed Ashley to the ring post. She then dragged Ashley's pussy into the ringpost. Ripley pulled hard, using her foot for extra leverage till she got a nice loud beautiful scream from her opponent's lips. It was music to her ears. Ripley let go of her legs and let them drop. "Oh no! Did that hurt!!" Ripley mockingly asked.

Ashley was definitely feeling it as she rolled out of the ring, crashing to the floor. Ripley skipped over to the prone opponent. She grabbed Ashley by the hair and dragged her to her feet she then paraded her around the outside of the ring, showing her off to the crowd, who were all cheering for the little shoe. Ripley brought her all the way to her boyfriend, Neo. "Look, babe! I've caught myself a weak bitch!" Ripley presented Ashley, still holding her by the hair, as a kid showing off the fish they just caught. Ripley would then try and whip Ashley around and into the ringpost next to Neo. Trying to get her to stumble into it headfirst.

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Ashley felt her hair being yanked hard; she was pulled up abruptly to her feet, every strand of her mane screaming in pain. Her legs were shaking, and the burning sensation between her legs was still pulsating, a consequence of the blow with the ring post. From the Brit's mouth came a weak moan. Her face still contorting, lips parted, teeth cinched together, while she was being forced to walk around the arena.

The crowd's noise became deafening. They enjoyed seeing the small underdog seemingly dominate the heelish powerhouse. The ringside was filled with a plethora of camera flashes, capturing the scene for posterity.

At one point, Ashley was brought in front of the athletic boy accompanying Ripley during her entrance. She glared at him, instantly marking him as a target if he tried anything funny during this vulnerable moment for her. Ripley adjusted her grip, holding Ashley tightly and pushing her toward the nearest ring post. The green-haired girl quickly attacked, throwing her into the metal structure; however, just before the British girl's head slammed into the post, Ashley lifted a foot and pressed her against it, stopping the impact. For a brief period, both girls froze in place.

"Damn, bitch!" Yelled the redhead, now grabbing Ripley's head with both hands and sending her flying toward the post instead.