A case of mistaken identity?! (For Caboose and Tarantulust)

Ashley continued to squirm in John’s grasp continuously, like a leach pried from its host. She hated the feeling of this man touching her soft skin, like he was tainted or just all around dirty. She had no reason to base this on, she just didn’t like the guy. If it were up to her, she would call the fight off then and there, sick and tired of seeing him judge her with his weird eyes, like she wasn’t good enough to face him on an even playing field. Even as she kicked at him, the most effective one simply made the man cough a little. It absolutely floored her!

“You creep! Get off of me!” Somehow, he was managing to avoid most of her kicks, despite having a pretty good hold on her. Finally, she decided to think about where best to hit, and decided the hand wrapped around her ankle would be a good spot. She reared her leg back, and then threw a destructive kick right at the man’s knuckles. It might have been a blow powerful enough to do some serious damage, but he nimbly avoided the attack and instead grasped her other ankle.

The cute little mask Ashley wore in front of John for Misty’s sake was starting to crumble, her normally soft features slowly pulling back into sharp anger and rage at the man. The eyes that were always open and friendly narrowed considerably as he pulled on her legs, an angry grimace ripping across her face. And John just kept looking at her like she was some brat fresh out of kindergarten, acting all high and mighty because he was a champion at one point. He flipped her over and began to arch her back, pain biting into the red head as she grit her teeth and glared at the floor.

So, he had a belt? Big whoop! Where did that get him? Walking around gyms challenging girls to spar? I bet if Misty got the chance, she could get a belt, but noooo, professor art degree thinks he knows best! I’ll show him and his big dumb face!

With newfound resolve, Ashley pushed an arm further and further away, as if she was reaching for a rope, but then brought it back with stunning speed, looking to stab John in the lg with a pointed elbow and loosen his grip on the hold. She would repeat her attack over and over until John either countered or let go.