Ashley “Ash” Raguel vs. Sabine Von Hammer - No Place Like Home

[BlackAkuma]

Those gut punches hadn't helped, but Sabine was starting to get her bearings back, slowly but surely. She had to. Ashley was building up momentum at a worrying rate, and she knew well how such things could spiral out of control if they were allowed to - after all, she had been on the giving end of such scenarios more than a few times.

She was standing by the time he moved in on her and sent her rushing off with to the ropes. She hit them, came running back, and found herself on the receiving end of a judo throw, whipped over and brought down hard on her back.

Far from pleasant, the impact sent a shock up her spine, but she knew she didn’t have the luxury of wallowing in pain - she needed a counterattack. She brought her leg up high and wide in an arc trying to give Ashley a kick to the face before he could pull his head away.

[AshAllen]

The slam was loud. He watched her back arc from the impact. He could only imagine how that one must have felt but he paid it no mind. He was about to stand back up after the judo throw but the Baroness sent her foot to his face just as he was straightening up.

Now it was his turn to be in pain again as it him right in his face. Thankfully not in his nose like last time and it stung. Causing him to take a step or two back and rub his face. “Seriously who do girls always go for the face…?” He groaned.

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine’s kick was a desperate gambit, but that was the thing about gambits: Sometimes they pay off. This was one of those times, as she landed a solid strike on her opponent and was able to send him staggering away, creating some space between them. Not much, mind you, but she could and would work with it.

She did her best to shake off the fall as she rose up to her feet, and turned his way, knowing she needed something to kick off with, something to seize the initiative. Keep it simple, then.

She charged in, leaped his way, and shot out her feet as she flew, trying to slam both of her heels into his chest for a quick dropkick.

[AshAllen]

The stinging was gone. Damn she got a hood kick but he had something better and he was gonna show it to her pretty soon. Taking his hand off his face to see her get back up and run at him, Ash braces himself. Ready for what Sabine had in plan but his eyes widened as her feet struck him in the chest with a Dropkick. But this time he was ready to counter as he grabbed ahold of her legs when the soles made contact either his chest.

Yes it did push him back and almost fall off balance, but he managed to stand tall. Now with her legs entrapped in his grip. He flashed her a smirk. “Nice try.” He said before he turned her over onto her stomach. And that’s when he got bold and grabbed a better hold on her pants and began pulling them off.

[BlackAkuma]

Ashley’s excellent reflexes once again showed their worth. While her dropkick was far from the quickest ever executed, she thought it would be enough to catch him off guard and do some quick damage, but that turned out not to be the case.

The blow did knock him back - a bit - but he was able to still stand tall afterward, and even worse, grab hold of leg and flip her around. At first, she thought he would go for something like a Boston Crab, folding her up for the submission, but as it turned out, his aims were much more jovial.

He was trying to pull her pants off.

That, in itself, wasn’t the end of the world. Sabine had no problems with nudity - surprise, surprise - but having those pants around her legs would’ve been a big problem for the fight. Best for her to escape.

Instead of staying there, Sabine pushed up and rolled forward, trying to pull Ashley along as she somersaulted and tried to send him flying.

[AshAllen]

Ash managed to pull the pants down a little. Not entirely off and still let Sabine have no restrictions on movement; something her somersault proved. Being lifted into the air and sent nearly across the to the other side of the ring, he landed with a crash. Landing on his stomach and groaning in pain.

He laid there. A bounce from the impact with his limbs moving with the crash. “Ok… didn’t see that coming.” He moaned with the sore feeling through his body.

[BlackAkuma]

Silly as it might have seemed Sabine had dodged a small bullet there - getting tangled up in her pants would’ve been a serious liability, especially at this point in the match. She needed mobility, and he had already shown himself capable of taking advantage of an inopportune moment.

But she had turned things around, if only for a second. Knowing time was of the essence, she pulled her pants back up and moved in, trying to catch him before he could rise.

Sabine planted one foot on Ashley’s back, then the other on his shoulder, standing on his like a surfboard while she gripped the ropes for balance. From there, it was a simple matter to pile on the damage - she brought her boot up and proceeded to drive her heel into his upper back, giving him rapid stomps as she executed her signature move: Brought To Heel.

[AshAllen]

Just as he was about to get up, setting himself on his hands and his knees, he felt the sudden weight on his back. Looking back to see Sabine up and on the attack. “What the-?!”

That was all he could say before the intense and sharp pain of the German’s heels smash into his back like a blunt sword. Causing him to yell out in pain from the impact her heels made. And it only got so much worse as she repeated the same move over and again. Once on his hands and knees, he was now laying on his stomach again.

Yelling/screaming in pain as the Dominatrix continued to stomp onto his back like a goddamn jackhammer. It felt like his back was gonna cave in. But then he remembered where he was and weakly reached out. Limping dropping his hand over the bottom rope.

[BlackAkuma]

With her hands on the ropes for balance, there was only so long that Sabine could hold this move, and she knew it. Five seconds was plenty of time with a move like this, and she made sure to maximize her time.

She drove her heel into his back, time and time again, as the crowd rowdily cheered along, marking her every stomp with a war cry. She was no stranger to this sort of treatment - after all, she was often paid to do this very thing by her clients, with trampling being one of her most requested fetishes. Judging from the way Ash reacted, however, she would wager it wasn’t something he preferred to indulge in.

She let up on the trampling spree just before she was counted out, giving Ash the relief he craved. He wouldn’t be able to enjoy it for long, however, as she reached down, pulled him up by his head, and proceeded to snake her arms underneath his shoulders and clasp them behind his head for a Full Nelson. ”Apologies for the rough treatment.” She whispered in his ear, her voice barely carrying over the roaring crowd. ”This shan’t take much longer.”

[AshAllen]

Thank God for rope breaks

Ash’s back was definitely sore now and those stomps of hers knocked some wind out of him. Sabine sure knew how to put her foot down. Yes that was a pun and it would have gotten some laughs it said out loud but now was not the time for jokes. Especially as the German mistress pulled Ash up by his head and proceeded to lock him in a full Nelson. Her interlocked hands pushing against his neck and forcing him to look down. Growling softly and trying to thrash in her grip.

He heard her whisper. Even through the loud crowd. “Ngh… if you think I’ll tap, think again.” He snarled defiantly. “Once I’m out of here, I think I’ll start from behind with you.” And then there was that teasing tone and smirk. Even in this predicament he still found a way to make a quip. He continued to thrash, hoping to be enough for him to slip out of her grasp.

If he managed to get out of it, he’d drop to the mat. And then he’d go for a leg sweep to knock her down.