Tempering Steele with Hellfire - Nova Steele VS Ashley Morgan

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashkey's cheek burned, as if it had been marked with a hot iron. On top of that, the ringing noise in her head seemed to grow louder with each passing second. Her world was spinning, but for the time being, the redhead was too dazed to attempt to stop it. Nova's backfist had left her hanging from the ropes on the side of the ring.

It was the second time she had been hit square in the head by one of the heroine's attacks, and just like before, it had done a number on Ashley. She shook her head, trying to get her bearings back, but her eyes met with Nova's blurry figure coming ring at her. Ashley could not do anything to stop what was coming next. The pinkette's arms slid down and across her figure, hoisting her up and muscling her into a Canadian Backbraker position, with Nova's shoulder digging deep into the redhead's lower back.

"Argh..." Ashley yelped, feeling her own weight bending her figure in an awkward and brutal position; her spine was pushed to its limits with the help of gravity. Each step Nova took aggravated Ashley's already dire situation, her arms and legs daggling helplessly with no way to support herself to try and alleviate the pain and the discomfort.

"You...-Urk!" Ashley turned her head, staring daggers at the pinkette while she was being carried to the middle of the ring, trying to give her a piece of her mind, but her current position made it difficult to form any coherent sentences. Suddenly, Nova shifted her grip on the redhead and lifted her right up. Nova's arms grabbed both of Ashley's arms and raised her in a crucifix position. A shocked expression found its way to the Brit's face while hanging high in the air. Gritting her teeth, knowing very well that there was only one way out of this: straight down...

In the blink of an eye, Ashley saw herself flying through the air as she was quickly hurled down and slammed hard into the canvas in a violent powerbomb.

A loud -SMACK- echoed in the arena as her back hit the mat, shaking the entire ring. Ashley bounced once before landing, on her side, her back arched with both hands rushing to soothe the inevitable pain that was now coursing through her entire frame.

[Parker]

Nova stood tall over Ashley, chest heaving, sweat dripping down her arms and brow. The crowd’s roar still thundered from the earth-shaking powerbomb, but she wasn’t about to give the redhead a second to breathe. A pinfall here would’ve been mercy, an easy out, a loophole for recovery. No. Ashley Gale was too much of a threat to leave unchecked, and Nova Steele didn’t come here to grant mercy to someone who lived on bending rules and breaking honor.

Her boot pressed into Ashley’s shoulder, grinding down until the Brit’s body squirmed beneath her. Nova’s heel dug in like a nail pinning prey to the earth, before she gave a sharp, purposeful shove to roll Ashley onto her stomach. The heroine’s movements were crisp, precise, and full of conviction.

Dropping low to meet her, Nova planted her knees firmly across Ashley’s spine, her weight sinking into the redhead’s battered back like stone upon stone. Her grip came next, brutal and exacting: one hand hooked around Ashley’s chin, the other clawed into the top of her thigh, locking her in place with the surety of a steel trap.

“There is more to come,” Nova growled, her voice deep and steady, a mixture of authority and fire. “Until you cease your evil ways.”

Her back arched like a bowstring being drawn to its limit. In one violent surge, she rolled them both over. The canvas quaked as the heroine flipped onto her own back, dragging Ashley with her, suspending her foe high in the air, cruelly bent across her frame. The bow-and-arrow hold snapped into place, locked in mercilessly.

Nova’s knees drove into Ashley’s back, punishing wedges that forced her opponent’s spine into a vicious curve. At the same time, her arms pulled at chin and thigh with unrelenting force, stretching her opponent like a human wishbone. Ashley dangled above her, trapped and trembling, caught in the unyielding grip of strength that seemed less human and more like an iron edict.

The arena erupted, half in awe, half in sympathy, at the sheer power on display. Some cheered Nova’s righteous fury, others groaned as Ashley’s body bowed deeper and deeper, but none could deny the spectacle. Nova’s teeth clenched, her jaw set tight, sweat dripping as she pulled harder, every muscle in her arms, shoulders, and core straining in perfect unison.

“If you will not bend the knee…” she growled, her voice carrying across the stands, righteous as a war-drum. “…then you will be bent by them instead.”

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley's body was still feeling the effects of the devastating powerbomb when Nova loomed over her. Without wasting a second, her heel mercilessly crushed her shoulder, pressing down hard and pinning her to the canvas. A shock of pain ran across her entire torso. Her eyes, filled with rage, fixed high above on Nova's features.

"Grack!" the redhead cried out, clawing at the pink-haired gal's boot. But this one didn't budge. Ashley clenched her teeth, still trying to fight her way out. She felt a temporary relief as the pinkette removed her boot, if only to roll Ashley onto her stomach. But far from being an act out of charity, Nova only looked to position the Brit better to continue with her punishment.

Grabbing a hold of Ashley's chin and one of her legs, while planting both knees on her back, the heroine girl then proceeded to roll onto her own back, carrying Ashley with her and trapping her in an expertly applied "Bow & Arrow" submission.

For the second time in the match, Ashley's spine was being tested to its utmost limit. Arched on top of Nova's knees while being suspended in the air, with Nova pulling tightly from her leg and chin. Ashley's eyes shot wide open. For a few moments, it became difficult to breathe for the redhead. The match was slowly slipping out of her hands.

The pain quickly became unbearable... to the point of becoming infuriating... her eyes turned red. It could have been due to tiredness, exhaustion, or perhaps the enormous anger that consumed her inside.

"This... cosplaying... bitch!" she thought to herself.

"I... am being made to look like a fool...

...by a bootleg Kamen America..."

Ashley's hands came gripping like claws over the hand holding her chin, gripping it tightly, trying to tear it away from her jaw.

"Get... the fuck off me!" Ashley could not speak, but she was screaming in her mind; she was done being trapped in this damn hold. A sudden surge of strength came to Ashley as she began to power her way up, pretty much attempting to do a sit-up using every muscle in her core, while turning her waist to the side, looking to break Nova's balance.

She was exhausted and in pain, but Ashley didn't care; she only needed one opening...

[Parker]

Nova leaned back into the bow-and-arrow with an almost mechanical precision, every muscle in her sculpted frame working in tandem. Her arms were locked firm around Ashley’s chin and thigh, her broad shoulders rolled back as she arched into the hold. The heroine’s biceps swelled with the strain, veins rising faintly along her forearms as she pulled, while her powerful thighs braced against to hold Ashley’s weight above the canvas as if she were a sacrifice placed on an altar.

Ashley’s body bowed above her, a painful arc suspended on Nova’s knees. The Brit’s toned midsection trembled with each breath, her spine bent taut over Nova’s unyielding core. Every twitch, every sharp intake of breath, meant to send a ripple down the redhead’s skin, damp with the sweat of exertion. Nova felt it all, the way Ashley’s frame quivered in her grip, the jerks of resistance that only deepened the wrench on her back.

A heavy breath left Nova’s lips, her chest rising as the flex of her body pressed tighter into the hold. Her pink hair, damp and sticking in strands to her cheek, drifting slightly as she adjusted her leverage, pulling harder. A grimace curved across her lips, equal parts strain and triumph, the heroine savoring her command.

“Fight me all you want,” she muttered under her breath, not loud enough for the crowd, but for the woman writhing above her. “I will find your limit.”

Ashley’s defiance sparked, her nails digging into Nova’s hand, her body contorting with furious strength. Nova felt the surge, that desperate swell of power straining against her. The Brit’s abdominal muscles carved into sharp ridges as she forced herself upward, a guttural effort that made even the heroine’s hold tremble.

Nova’s brow furrowed, not in panic but in acknowledgment. Ashley had found her second wind, and rather than risk letting it turn, the pink-haired powerhouse made the call. With a sudden jerk, Nova released her grips, her legs snapping out like pistons. The full length of her limbs shot forward, shoving hard into Ashley’s back and sending the redhead tumbling across the canvas in a rough dismissal.

The heroine rolled smoothly to one side, rising back to her knees, her chest heaving, arms flexing with the lingering burn of the hold. Her blue eyes locked on Ashley’s sprawled figure, a glint of challenge in their depths. Nova brushed a slick strand of hair from her face, her smirk returning.

[Afterhoursclub]

A vicious snarl escaped Ashley's lips. For the last several minutes of the match, the redhead had been put through one punishing maneuver after another: Slammed hard against the canvas, her body bent almost to the breaking point. Her resilience was being tested repeatedly. The slight advantage at the start felt like a distant memory.

"Aarck!" Ashley's figure jolted in the cruel "Bow & Arrow" hold that Nova had her trapped in. Every muscle in her core tensed, battling against the pinkette's efforts to break her down. Ashley's face contorted in a mixture of pain and anger, with streaks of sweat running down her reddened skin. Her crimson locks hung, waving in the air as Ashley struggled. For a brief instant, while being held high in the punishing hold, and her body bounced up and down, the idea of "giving up" quickly slipped through her mind. But it was rapidly pushed away by something much stronger: unyielding rage.

Ashley's eyes lit up like fire. She gripped Nova's hand firmly and pulled as hard as she could. Fighting with all her might against the Heroine. Ashley had never submitted to anyone before, and hell would freeze over before she ever did.

Slowly, the Red Menace began slipping away from her captor's grasp; her tremendous effort was achieving the result she desired, but Nova quickly noticed this as well. And rather than running any risks, the pinkette suddenly released her hold, pushing Ashley away with both legs.

The redhead was vaulted in through the air, landing abruptly on her side a few steps away. Her back was hurting like hell, but her rage kept her going. Like a wild beast, Ashley quickly rolled on all fours, staring at her opponent. The pink-haired gal was wearing a smirk on her face.

Without losing a single moment, Ashley jumped at her.

Seemingly a reckless strategy, seeing how things had turned out last time, even more so when the redhead raised her arm again, in what looked like an attempt to land another "Clothesline." The one move that had cast her into a world of pain after missing it. However, Ashley was well aware of this fact. The British woman wasn't known for her clever tricks, which made her even more unexpected every time she tried to use one. The moment she got closer to Nova, Ashley would switch up her strategy, quickly lowering her body and turning in mid-air, raising her boots and casting them forward in a fast dropkick aimed directly at one of Nova's knees.

If successful, Ashley would attempt to knock the heroine down, possibly allowing her to return to the fight.

[Parker]

Nova planted her palms against her knees and pushed herself upright, her chest rising and falling in heavy bursts. Sweat glistened along her collarbone and rolled down her arms as she shook out the burn in her limbs. The heroine straightened, shoulders squared, jaw set firm, a glimmer of fire still in her gray eyes despite the grind of the match. Across from her, Ashley crawled back to all fours like a prowling animal, her crimson hair plastered in damp strands across her face.

Nova rolled her neck, popped her knuckles, and met the redhead’s wild glare with a smirk that dared her to come charging again. And when Ashley did, Nova welcomed it. Her boots dug into the mat as she surged forward to meet her head-on. The collision course was set, both women barreling toward one another with reckless intent.

Nova saw that arm cock back, telegraphing another clothesline, and instinct kicked in. She ducked low, ready to slip beneath the swing and punish the mistake-

-but Ashley wasn’t swinging.

Her eyes went wide when Ashley went low, powerful legs shooting out, catching her square in the side of the knee. Pain detonated sharp and sudden through her leg, her balance ripped out from under her.

“NNHHH!”

The impact pitched Nova forward, her momentum betraying her as her body flipped over itself, heels cutting the air before her back smacked the canvas with a violent thud. She bounced once, breath torn from her lungs, then sprawled flat, blue eyes blinking up at the arena lights in stunned disbelief. For all her poise and control, Ashley had turned the moment on its head in a heartbeat, and Nova felt the lesson written into her bones… at least in one of her legs.

Her chest heaved as she pressed a hand to the mat, struggling to will her legs back under her, but for now the heroine lay grounded, the dropkick still ringing through her frame.

[Afterhoursclub]

The moment she was able to move freely, Ashley charged toward Nova like a feral beast let loose. Pushed by her own anger, and motivated by the smug smirk drawn on the pinkette's face. Over the past several minutes of the match, the heroine had dictated the pace of the encounter at the expense of the redhead. Now, the British woman was looking for revenge, and in spades.

-CRACK- Ashley felt the crunching impact of her boots crashing straight into Nova's knee. She had managed to fool her opponent and find the opening she was looking for. Nova flew through the air, her own momentum betraying her as the pinkette's muscular frame rotated in mid-air and landed abruptly into the canvas with a loud THUD.

Ashley fell on her side a few steps ahead, almost at the same time as her opponent; however, the redhead was in a much better situation. She had a clear path to capitalize on Nova's fall. The Brit stood up right away and vaulted at the downed girl. Her boots thumped hard against the ring mat, her gaze filled with conviction and resentment. Ashley's hands descended like claws toward her enemy's head, grabbing a generous handful of Nova's pink mane and, without any care or mercy, lifted her, yanking the heroine's hair hard. She tried to pull her back to her feet.

Ashley couldn't risk another counterattack from Nova, not before she had a chance to get some retaliation for all the punishment she had suffered just moments ago. The Brit grabbed tightly both sides of the Pinkette's head, her anger-filled eyes locking with Nova's for a brief moment, and without wasting another second, Ashley brought her knee up, slamming it hard into the heroine's exposed abdomen, her own wrestling outfit serving as a target, showing Ashley the perfect place to plant her kneecap, forcing the air out of the heroine's lungs in a rush. If this were successful, Nova would possibly be too dazed to resist what would come next.

Ashley would grab Nova's arm and place it behind her head. Then, she would lean down slightly, placing one hand across the heroine's waist and the other below one of her thighs, making sure to hold her firmly. Ashley would then pull hard, tensing all her core muscles. Her biceps bulged to lift the pink-haired girl high up and over her shoulder, keeping her suspended for a few instants while flaunting her strength before letting her fall rapidly with a violent Back Drop Suplex, driving her opponent to crash back-first thunderously in the middle of the squared circle.

[Parker]

“Argh!” Nova’s world lurched as Ashley’s hand twisted in her hair, every savage tug tearing a sharp jolt across her scalp. Her boots skittered over the mat, dragged unwillingly upward until her spine straightened against the Brit’s will. Strands of pink clung to her damp cheeks, sweat dripping down her jawline as her chest heaved. She managed a defiant glare up through the haze, just in time to watch Ashley’s knee rocket toward her.

WHUMP!

“Ghuh-!” The blow speared into her midsection with merciless precision. Nova’s eyes flew wide, a hoarse cry spilling from her lips as her whole body folded over the point of impact. The strike hollowed her out, stealing the air from her lungs in a violent rush that left her mouth open and gasping. Her arms drooped uselessly at her sides as her core clenched and quivered, the proud heroine reduced to a trembling wreck with one brutal shot. Her legs nearly buckled beneath her, a deep tremor running down to her boots as she staggered forward, every muscle in her frame jolted with pain.

Ashley gave her no quarter. A ruthless tug wrenched Nova’s arm up and behind the Brit’s head, locking her into place like a trophy. Another arm snaked tight across her waist, the last hooked beneath her thigh, binding her completely. Nova groaned, her head drooping as though her neck could no longer carry its weight, her breath ragged and shallow.

And then she was airborne.

Ashley’s muscles coiled and lifted, power surging as she hoisted the heavier woman high. Nova’s body stretched across her opponent’s back, suspended like a banner, her boots flailing helplessly above the mat. For a heartbeat she dangled there, exposed beneath the arena lights, the crowd roaring at the spectacle of the Brit showcasing her dominance.

The Back Drop Suplex drove Nova into the canvas with seismic force. Her broad back hit first, the crash reverberating through the ring with a resounding thud. The impact bowed her body upward in a brutal arch before she collapsed flat, limbs spilling wide in the wreckage of her fall. Her chest pumped erratically, lips twitching with a broken groan as her head lolled weakly to the side, hair plastered across her flushed face.

[Afterhoursclub]

The ring was still shaking from the thunderous impact. Ashley lay on her back, her chest rising and falling, covered by a thick layer of sweat, glistening under the bright arena lights. She was drawing short breaths, her legs were weaving, trying to find some support. The lamps high above in the ceiling were nothing more than blurry spots in the Brit's eyes, as the cries from the crowd turned into muffled noise in the back of her mind.

Ashley turned her head to the side, crimson locks covering her eyes, but still, she was able to see her opponent, seemingly in a far worse condition, and momentarily out. The Back Drop Suplex had been an utter success, but truth be told, Ashley wasn't feeling like a winner. She managed to escape her past predicament by finding a second wind that helped her push through and force her way out. But the fatigue and damage from the holds were now catching up to her.

She brought her forearm right in front of her eyes to cover herself from the gleaming lights, the other hand caressing her aching back. Slowly, Ashley tried to roll onto her belly, pressing both forearms on the ring mat. She took a moment to catch her breath:

"Fuck... -huff-...-huff-...me!" She was feeling exhausted, but the redhead knew there was still a long way ahead. If only she could have a few minutes to try and get her bearings back, she could very well take the lead in the match again. Ashley crawled her way toward downed Nova. If she were lucky, she would find the heroine gal still dazed.

Then, Ashley proceeded to grab the pinkette by the shoulders and pull her up to a sitting position. Sliding right behind her in the process.

Like two anacondas, Ashley's muscular thighs wrapped around Nova's torso. The redhead proceeded to coil one arm around her opponent's throat. Her bicep and forearm pressed against her neck instantly, while using her other arm to further the pressure and secure the hold. Cutting off any air and blood supply. Ashley began to squeeze hard.

Her thighs bulged tightly around the pinkette's waist, almost as if Ashley was trying to make them meet together even though her opponent was caught in the middle. Every muscle in her arms tensed, a testament to the pressure Ashley was putting into the choke. The redhead had managed a Body Scissor/ Sleeper Hold combination. And while maintaining the pressure still demanded a great deal of stamina, Ashley could at least get some breath back while keeping the punishment on her opponent.

[Parker]

Nova’s body was still a wreck from the suplex, every nerve in her back screaming when Ashley’s rough hands dragged her upright. Her head lolled forward, pink hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, chest heaving with ragged breaths. She tried to bring her arms up to resist, but they moved sluggishly, like they were tethered underwater. By the time she realized what the redhead was doing, it was too late.

Ashley’s thighs clamped around her midsection like steel girders, squeezing in until Nova’s breath hitched into a sharp gasp. Her body bowed forward from the crushing pressure before being jerked back against Ashley’s frame. Then came the coil around her throat, the sinewy grip of Ashley’s bicep crushing in from one side, her forearm locking tight from the other. Nova’s hands instantly flew up to claw at the arm cinched against her neck, nails skimming over slick skin as her boots scuffed frantically across the canvas. She had the wherewithal to tuck her chin, a small but fading barrier from the sleeper being fully cinched in.

Her voice broke out in a breathy, strained moan, “Nnn-ahhh!” hips shifting as though instinct could free her from the stranglehold. Her abs trembled under the relentless squeeze of Ashley’s thighs, the sharp edges of her ribs straining against the redhead’s crushing embrace. Each pulse of pressure sent little jolts of panic through her body, her lungs clawing for a dwindling air supply.

Still, Nova wasn’t ready to give herself over completely. Her fingers dug and tugged at Ashley’s arm, her legs kicking weakly, striking out at the mat as though she could push them both backward by sheer will. Every shift of her hips or arch of her back only made the hold seem tighter, the redhead’s grip molding around her like a predator refusing to let prey slip free.

Her struggles turned less precise, more desperate. Every motion, her twisting waist, her head jerking side to side, her thighs squirming against Ashley’s grip, was charged with a raw, vulnerable energy that made the sight equal parts painful and magnetic. Nova’s breath came in shallow whines, her body fighting even as it betrayed her, heat radiating off her as Ashley’s coils seemed to cinch her in ever closer.

When Ashley’s arm finally managed to wriggle past her chin and tuck itself, she gave a choked cry, trembling fingers pawing at the redhead’s forearm and bicep unable to gain any ground. Every second that passed drained more of her fight, her boots squeaking a little weaker with each scuff.

Still, even in the redhead’s merciless coils, Nova’s eyes fluttered open,glassy, defiant, yet fading. A heroine caught in the predator’s snare, struggling beautifully against the inevitable.