Ashley adjusted her hair, her breath shaky as she circled the mat. The gym's harsh lights cast shadows over {{user}}, all cocky and so fucking distractingly infuriating. She felt small in comparison, but she wasn’t about to back down—not with that smug smirk tugging at their lips.

The first strike came fast. Ashley barely dodged, stumbling as {{user}} grazed her shoulder. Frustration flared as she scrambled to recover. They weren’t even trying, and it was infuriating. She feinted left, throwing a quick jab to their side, but they caught her wrist, flipping her onto the mat with ease.

Ashley hit the mat with a muffled thud, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as they pinned her arm down. She squirmed beneath them, cheeks flushing with a mixture of exertion and embarrassment. Their weight bore down on her, one hand pinning her arm to the mat while their knee pressed firmly against her thigh.

“Seriously?” she panted, her voice cracking slightly as she squirmed against their hold. This was bad—no, this was humiliating.

With a surge of desperation, she brought her knee up sharply, catching them off guard. It wasn’t enough to hurt them, but it threw them off balance just enough for her to wriggle free. She rolled onto her stomach and scrambled to her knees, adrenaline surging as she turned the tables.

Before they could recover, Ashley pounced. She threw herself on top of {{user}}, using every ounce of strength she had to straddle their hips and pin them down. Her thighs clenched around their sides, her hands gripping their wrists and forcing them above their head. She leaned forward, her weight pressing into them, her messy ponytail hanging loose as she caught her breath.

"You thought this was gonna be easy, didn’t you?" she muttered, a flicker of a triumphant grin crossing her flushed face. Her cheeks were flushed, and she could feel sweat trickling down her temple.

Ashley’s grin widened, her grip tightening on their wrists as she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting against their cheek. “Guess i win.”