A Clash of Colors: Ripley vs Ashley

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Neo was knocked out of the match for good. He laid broken and barely conscious in a pile of the steel steps. He was not going to be helping Ripley for this match. Ripley watched Ashley climb back up to the ring. She was pissed. That redheaded bitch didn't need to hurt her Neo like that. Ashley stepped over the middle ropes, sliding back into the ring. Ripley was tempted to try and kick her there, but decided to wait for a slightly better opportunity.

It came quickly. Ashley grabbed her by the neck and shoved her into the corner, standing in front of her, holding her there. Ripley smirked. "It seems you've already forgotten my favorite move!". Ripley planted her still good leg, and sent her other bad knee as hard as she could right in-between Ashley legs. Right back into her already battered pussy.

Ripley screamed in pain as her bad knee made contact. She hoped the move would knock Ashley back away from her. Then Ripley would collapse to the canvas, seated in the corner crying in pain as she held her injured knee. It was a stupid idea to use it for the attack, but she needed to stand on her good leg to get enough power behind the attack. "Now I know why they call you fire crotch!" Ripley laughed as she sat there still crying in pain.

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Ashley stood there, in front of her battered enemy, trapped in the corner but still carrying that defiant attitude- Ashley had to give Ripley credit; the green-headed girl didn't look scared, not even facing total defeat. She was barely able to stand; she was bleeding, but there was no doubt in her mind: Had she been in any better condition, Ripley would be jumping right at her for what she had done to Neo.

Sadly for her, Ashley was the one in total control of the match. Or at least, that's what the redhead thought-

"Hmph!" The Brit fell victim to another hard low-blow; she was too confident that Ripley was defenseless... getting careless as a consequence. And paying the price of her error almost instantly, she took a couple of steps back, both of her hands between her legs. Unfortunately, the injury made her kick lack the power that the previous attacks had; in fact, it seemed to affect Ripley much more instead. With the small girl falling onto the corner in a seated position, while giving Ashley a mere uncomfortable feeling.

Ashley grunted, walking closer to Ripley again. "I hope it was worth it, dumbass!"

The redhead raised one leg and planted the heel of her boot right onto Ripley's chest. Ashley began to stomp all over her adversary repeatedly. A cruel spectacle for the people in the stands.

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Ripley's knee connected and it released Ashley's hold on her. Unfortunately it seemed to hurt Ripley more than the redhead. Ripley sat there in pain, holding her injured knee as the pissed off redhead quickly recovered from the low blow. It seems she wasn't able to put as much power in the hot as she had hoped. Ripley gulped as Ashley stepped back towards her.

Ashley then brought her boot down on Ripley's chest. It landed right between her tits, right in the sternum. Air was forced out of Ripley's lungs as she let out a loud gasp with the kick. It felt like a horse had just kicked her. Ashley then brought her boot up and stomped again!!! And again!!! And again!!! She stomped down on the defenseless Ripley repeatedly. Ripley felt her tits get flattened her sternum and solar plexus smashed. She was also quite certain a few ribs may have gotten cracked. She cried and screamed in pain as the punishment continued. "AHHH!!!" "FUCK!!!" "STOP!!! PLEASE" "NO MORE YOU CRAZY BITCH!!!" "UGGGHHH!!!" With each stomp Ripley was beaten down further and further till she wasn't it much of a fighting shape. A few stomps even hit her head, causing her forehead to bleed more. Ripley felt herself slowly fading from the assault, but not quite to unconsciousness.

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The little green-headed girl had become a total ruin in the corner, turned into mush by Ashley's repeated stomps, while unable to do anything to defend herself. She received no mercy from Ashley...

"Try talking now, bitch!" she continued with her relentless assault until her leg was fatigued; only then did the Red Menace finally stop. She took a moment to contemplate her battered foe: Bloodied, bruised... and broken...

The redhead slowly knelt right beside her now victim... the match had devolved into a total squash, despite the somewhat even start and the fleeting advantage Ripley had at one point. Ashley was in complete control now, and she made sure Ripley knew it... Her hand grabbed both sides of the greenhead's mouth, squeezing it tightly: "I'm bored with this farse!" Ashley pushed the girl's head away and stood back up. Then, she rolled out of the ring with great agility and crouched down by the apron, lifting the ring skirt as if searching for something.

Ashley pulled out a long table from under the ring and slid it into the squared circle. A mischievous smile on her face the whole time.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

All of Ripley's body was screaming pain as she felt her self fading with each kick. She could only moan and groan as the punishment went on. Eventually Ashley stopped, breathing hard. I guess she tired herself out, stomping the shit out of Ripley. For now though, Ripley was thankful for the short rest. She sat there breathing hard herself, unable to really move and for the first time she didn't feel like making a witty comeback. Well maybe after a few minutes when her head stopped spinning she would come up with something. Even as Ashley roughly grabbed her face, squeezing and talking about ending this.

Ashley left her there, ha fire crotch is running away Ripley thought to herself and chuckled. She quickly stopped that though, laughing hurt. The redhead came back, sliding a table into the ring. It truly did seem like she planned to end this. Ripley finally got the energy to talk again. "Aww how nice fire crotch!! Are you going to make me dinner first, before fucking me!! How nice!!!" Well Ripley was pretty sure she couldn't stop whatever Ashley had planned. She just hoped it didn't hurt too bad or damage her gear. She had already had to buy a few replacement sets already.

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Ashley rolled inside the ring after having pushed the table under the bottom rope. The redhead had dragged things on long enough; now she was looking to put an end to both the match and Ripley's pathetic attempt at presenting herself as a challenge. The Brit lay on her knees for a few seconds, still catching her breath; she had gotten carried away with the stomps, driven by pure rage toward the small girl and her incessant trash-talking...

Incessant trash-talking that seemed to never end, no matter how many times Ashley hit her. The Brit let out a rabid grunt before standing up again. Ashley began to set up the table, trying to ignore Ripley for the sake of her own sanity. Her voice was hammering her head like a drill, pissing her off more and more...

After being done with preparing the table, she started approaching the battered girl still sitting in the corner...

"Yeah..." her eyes burning like fire, "I'm gonna FUCK you!" clawing at her neck, Ashley pressed the girl's throat tightly while pulling her back up to her feet. But the redhead didn't stop there; In an impressive display of strength, Ashley kept lifting the girl up, and soon Ripley's legs were dangling in mid-air.

The tension in every muscle in Ashley's arm and upper body was palpable, evidencing the effort that it took to keep her opponent hanging, but Ashley didn't care; she was on a mission, with only one thing on her mind:

"I'm gonna fuck you real good!" Ashley yelled, turning Ripley's own words against her. After this, Ashley grabbed the green-haired girl's top with her free hand and, in a swift move, she ripped it clean off, promptly exposing Ripley's breasts for the entire crowd to see, quickly unleashing a barrage of punches onto Ripley's stomach right after.

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Ripley watched as her opponent brought a table into the ring and started setting it up. There was nothing she could do to stop her. It was kind of deflating. Ripley found herself in her usual position, just waiting for her opponent to end it all. Well she was going to make sure Ashley remembered her.

Once finished setting up the table Ashley came over to Ripley promising to fuck her. This made Ripley smile, she had already done a good job of getting Ashley to never forget her. Ashley grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up and off her feet. Ripley's airway was restricted as her legs dangled above the ground. Ripley had to admit, Ashley was quite impressively strong.

Ashley then promised to fuck her real good before ripping off her top, exposing her tits. Her generous breasts were now on display for everyone and her nipples were quite hard already. "Here I thought you were a prude, Fire Crotch!! But now you've already started stripping me naked before fucking me on the table!!" Ripley managed to get out, while being choked. In answer Ashley sent a series of hard punches to her gut. Each one let out a loud "OOMPH!!" Seemed Ashley wasn't done softening Ripley up. As the punches kept getting sent, Ripley's body weakened and her arms soon dangled at her side instead of trying to pry Ashley's hand off her throat.

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-THUD-
-THUD-
-THUD-

The echo of Ashley's repeated punches filled the air inside the ring, only rivaled by the cries of the crowd- Some were excited, some were angry, others were just in shock... but every person present in the arena that night reacted to the crude and violent spectacle they were witnessing. One that had turned into complete dominance and a cruel massacre. With one wrestler completely overwhelming the other. Some acquired a newfound respect for the green-haired girl, who never looked afraid, not even trapped from the vile grasp of The Red Menace.

Ashley stopped her attack, taking a moment to look at Ripley's bruised midsection. She lifted her gaze to see the girl's face, seemingly not talking anymore. Drawing short breaths, Ashley's arm began to shake, feeling the strain of keeping the greenhead's weight up. She lowered her arm without releasing her hold on Ripley.

"I'm done with you!" The redhead sentenced, walking her opponent toward the table set up inside the ring. Standing next to it, Ashley cast one last icy stare at Ripley. She grunted, lifting the girl high up in the air, keeping her hold on Ripley's neck and adjusting her position with her other hand placed on the green-head's back. The crowd instantly recognized the maneuver.

"The Crimson Fall." Ashley's finisher.

The redhead slammed her opponent hard against the table, breaking it instantly with a loud snapping noise. Wood pieces flying all across the white canvas of the ring. The mat shook once Ripley's body hit the floor in a thunderous heap, landing flat on the ground surrounded by debris.

The Crimson Fall

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ashley's punches and choke sapped the last bit of fight and energy Ripley had. The topless girl was now her helpless ragdoll. The crowd cheered and booed the action, seemingly split in half. Either way it was clear the match was decided and coming to its end.

Ashley stopped her assault on Ripley's and, admiring her work. They had turned a color of dark purple. If her earlier stomps didn't crack any ribs the punches certainly accomplished that goal. She brought Ripley down again and announced she was done with her. She dragged Ripley over to the table. She put her other hand on her back, before lifting her high. Then she slammed her down, crashing through the waiting table with her finisher The Crimson Fall!

CRACK!!!

The table broke under the power and weight of the slam. Ripley was forced through the table and then onto the waiting canvas. All the air was knocked out of her as her vision went black. Ripley laid there is a pile of broken table shards twitching and spasming. Ripley was completely out of it, unable to say a word. Ashley had tamed the Green-haired girls mouth... for now!

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The force of the impact was felt all across the arena, the loud smashing noise of the table breaking still ringing in their ears. Ripley's body laid motionless on the ground, a ruin among all the debris and the broken table pieces. Finally... Some silence...

Ashley stood over her fallen opponent, her breasts fully exposed, her abdominals broken and bruised, blood running down her forehead, eyes completely white, and her mouth wide open. She was out...

The redhead was drawing short breaths, she had gotten carried away, she had lost control... It was a bittersweet victory for Ashley. How did this girl managed to get her so riled up? In a match where Ashley had the upper hand most of the time?

She had come up victorious this time, but a mistake like this could prove costly under different circumstances. Ashley lifted one foot, and smashed it right over Ripley's bare chest with a hard stomp, leaving it in place for the referee to start the count... A mere formality at this point.

Still angered, she began to grind her heel, pressing it hard over the unconscious girl, barely hearing the pinfall count...

"One"...

"Next time..."

"Two..."

"You better fucking shut up!"

"Three!"