Ashera Goddess of Wrath vs Clarisse Bennett

[Albentes]

"Useless.Boring and not fun." Ashera had enough. She slammed Clarisse back head down with all her might and then she would stomp her abs for good, she tried to end it!

Then looking down at Clarisse, Ashera face was in disgust, she felt like she fought a mannequin who could do few attacks, not a fellow human begin. Not a single word came out. No matter what she tried.

She decided just to wait the count: ONE!!!..........TWO!!!....

"Come on kick out, mannequin!"

[Hitman45]

Clarisse felt her head hit the mat with such force that she couldn't get a peep out of her mouth. The sound got caught in her throat, leaving her gasping for breath, before almost going limp. She couldn't even move her hands to her stomach to protect herself when Ashera began to stomp her belly without care, each foot drilling deep into her battered abs and almost touching her spine. The hothead was again more interested in hearing her talk more than fight, as had been throughout the fight and made it known to her."Ugh...Aahh...Gah!" Clarisse's open her mouth to utter raspy breaths and weak shaky gasps for every stomp by Ashera and nothing more.

"TH—"

The hothead went for the pin soon after, demanding the brawler to kick out, and with two having already been counted, Clarisse somehow managed to stay in the fight by lifting her shoulder up. She would then roll to her side and cough gently nadn wince after every burst of air out the mouth, all the while holding her bruised midsection...

[Albentes]

"Good. But still not talking so you are gonna get more shit." Ashera rolled Clarisse and took both of her legs for a powerful boston crab! She stopped begin "nice" And just wanted to destroy Clarisse now, causing as much as pain she could.

".... it would be so easy.." She whispered while stretching the agoninzing Clarisse, for the FIRST time in her life Ashera, the big lady who wanted to destroy anyone just felt... bad?

In fact she was stretching her opponent without giving that much thought... maybe Clarisse could evade easly from this..

[Hitman45]

Clarisse was in a real spot of bother here, being crushed and pounded to the ground without any reprieve. She lay in a heap, curled up and in a mess of strangled gasps and weak moans. Her stomach burned and twitched with every shaky breath, and the head still rung from the slam to the mat.

Ashera decided to prolong her suffering, trapping her in a Boston Crab, and the brawler's face contorted as the hothead's weight gradually descended down upon her rear . She slowly clenched her knuckles till they went white, trying to endure and knew that escape was a must. Ashera could do this all day if she wanted.

Clarisse grit her teeth and pressed her palms against the mat to push her body slightly away from the mat. It was going to be painful and difficult, but she had to give it a shot. If she managed to do that, Clarisse planned to tuck her torso inwards like a roll and use the momentum of her legs to push Ashera away from her...

[Albentes]

"Eh... You managed to push me, mannequin." Ashera espression now was bored. Seems Clarisse still didn't want to give up. She got pushed now and waited.

"Whats next now Attacking my face? Going for a submission again? You can barely stand. Just beg me to stop and give up this was Boring."

She said, but all by looking Clarisse directly in the Eyes. She wanted and answer, not a moan. Not a gesture.

[Hitman45]

It was a bit strange to have such time on her hands to nurse her body seeing as both of them were going at each other without a break, but Clarisse didn't mind. She needed all the time she could get after being battered and crushed throughtout the match. The presence of the large crowd didn't make it any easy, but she tried to do the best she could.

And Ashera again began to mouth words at her, trying to get her to speak and even almost gave her an invitation to attack. Seeing as she was standing close to Clarisse, she took in a deep breath and looked up at the hothead."If it ain't broken, don't fix it..." responding to Ashera's taunts and swung her leg to hit the heavyweight's to sweep them and knock her down before getting up over her and hammering away her her face with multiple Forearm Smashes!. After feeling enough of those were unloaded, Clarisse would roll Ashera onto her stomach, pull her head by the hair and smash it against the mat repeatedly!

[Albentes]

"Eheh...arghh!! Fuck!! Ughh..Ahahahah...FINALLY! NOW WE GET SERIOUS BITCH!"

Ashera was getting pummeled by the smaller girl, every hit hurted like hell and Her face bleeded but now Clarisse finally spoke. Now She could truly break Her

"AHAHAHAH HAHAHA...MORE BITCH! MORE! KEEP TALKING SHIT ABOUT ME TRY TO WIN!" With that Ashera took the time of Clarisse strikes finding and opportunity to push Her away slightly to grab Her head instead! After doing that and looking at Her with and heavy breathing and Blood over all Her body She said:

"Lets do this. Abs va abs. Who falls First gets the other finisher, or you don't have the fucking balls?"

[Hitman45]

The repeated smashing of the hothead's face against the mat took its toll on her head, as her head got cut up to leak blood, staining the face with crimson rivulets. Ashera was getting hammered and the onslught was going hard, until she tried to reists and push the bralwer away, and also happy that Clarisse managed to utter something out of her mouth.

The challenge to go after each other's abs was something Clarisse wouldn't have minded, had this bee at the beginning of the fight, but now, it didn't seem good to accept."That doesn't seem fair now, does it?", Clarisse rebuffed Ashera's proposal and instead decided to take the fight to her again, bring her fist to drill into her gut for an Uppercut, and begin her assault, foloowing it up by pushing her back to position against the ropes and hook her arms over the top-rope, thus leaving her belly unprotected for Clarisse to exploit and return the favour of having her abs worked over relentlessly...

[Albentes]

"OOOFFFF OOFF OOFFFF OFFFFFFOFFFFF!!" Ashera abs were roughly assaulted by Clarisse, she didn't accept that but still attacked her. So of course Ashera wouldn't stay still but first.. she need to push Clarisse away and recover!

And so she tried to do that and escape the ring, at least she could try to clothesline Clarisse down the floor if she followed... or something. There was almost zero time to think honestly.

Even with all that damage Clarisse showed to be a very strong opponent. But Ashera refused to lose to a smaller girl. So she had to quickly recollect her body and thoughts, both were hurted both were damaged, her abs were almost the same as Clarisse, bruised and red. It seemed that Clarisse had still some spirit!

[Hitman45]

It certainly was satisfying to feel every punch digging deep into Ashera's belly after having suffered a similar fate throughout this match. Her cries and the physical marks of the assault showed that the hothead was certainly suffering, though she tried her best to stay strong. The ropes were too tangled for her to escape at this point, no matter how much she tried and now, Clarisse wanted to do something big and thus ran towards the opposite end of the mat to bounce off of the ropes to charge ahead and leap at her midsection with both feet for a devastating Dropkick, which would surely put her in deep trouble!