So I don't own any of these characters, and hell some of the stuff they characters say in this is word for word transcript form the awesome game Mass Effect 2 but I thought this might be fun to read.
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Joker’s voice clicked over the Normandy’s intercom. “Commander, Ashley and Miranda are in the middle of a… disagreement. Could you head on head it off before they tear out a bulkhead?”
“I’ll deal with,” was the Commander’s stoic reply.
“Take pictures.” Joker quipped back, only half joking as Shepherd rushed to Miranda’s office.
“Touch me again I will smear the walls with your blood, bitch” Chief Ashley Williams snarled as she knocked over one of Miranda’s office chairs clearing the deck for action like a true marine. The two buxom brunets were standing chest to chest, nostrils flared.
“Enough! Stand down, both of you.” Shepard ordered with a voice that commanded attention.
“The Cheerleader won’t admit what Cerberus did on Nepheron was wrong.” Ashley growled inching her face closer to her genetically engineered rival. The Chief turn to face her CO, a red streak on her face made it clear she had already had a tasted of Miranda’s black gloved hand.
Miranda just smirked seeing Shepard enter. She was used to getting her way, other women couldn’t measure up, and Williams would be no different.
“It wasn't Cerberus. Not really. The only mistake I can think they made recently was bringing you on.” Miranda said in her smug English accent, fully believing the facts and Shepard were on her side.
“Screw you. You have no idea what they did to Admiral Kahoku and other Alliance Marines, you didn’t see their black sites, I did, but maybe it’s time I show you.” Ashley was livid, and poked her finger in Miranda’s face accusatively.
“My opinion is the one that matters. You two keep a deck apart at all times until I can sort this out.” Shepard commanded.
“She can’t be trusted to follow my orders, Shepard. She’ll jeopardize the whole mission” Miranda countered she was not about to take this lying down. She was the second officer and she would be damned if a lowly Chief got in her way.
“If we survive this you two can tear each other apart. Until then save your hate for the Collectors,” barked the Commander.
“She’ll survive this. I’ll make sure of it.” Ashley said coolly, “I’d hate for something to happen to her before I could tear her apart myself.”
Chief William started for the door but was stopped by one arm from the Commander. “You two going to be OK?” Shepard looked to the Ashley then Miranda and back to Ashley. Despite his best efforts his gaze shifted to Ashley’s heaving chest, and in that moment Ashley won. The Commander was still hers. Williams didn’t give a reply, just a fierce glare to Miranda before heading out with a little swagger in her step.
Miranda wasn’t about to give up on her prize, Her walk to her desk took back Shepard’s attention. “As long as she does her job, we’ll be fine. Thanks, Shepard.”
Later on Shepard met up with Garrus Vakarian on the gun deck. There was no military man Shepard respected more than Garrus save for maybe Captain Anderson. Word of Ashley and Miranda’s fight was bound to have spread to the whole ship by now, and Garrus was less likely to be titillated by the thought of two earth women going at it than the human crewmen, even Kelly let it slip she found the idea kind of hot.
“Going into a suicide mission some fights are to be expected. You humans don’t prepare for high-risk operations the same way Turians do,” the former C-Sec sniper began.
Shepard leaned forward on the bench, “How to Turian crews get ready for high-risk missions?”
“With violence, usually. Turian crews have more operational discipline than your Alliance, but fewer personal restrictions.” Garrus said as he took the at ease position, just talking about his old life made him slip into old habits. “Our commanders run us tight, and they know we need to blow off steam. Turian ships have training rooms for exercise, combat sims, even full contact sparring. Whatever lets people work off stress.”
Shepard couldn’t believe it, “You mean Turian ships have crewmen fighting one another before a mission?”
“It’s supervised of course” Garrus assured Shepard like it was the most normal thing in the galaxy. “Nobody is going to risk an injury that would interfere with the mission. And it’s a good way to settle grudges amicably.”
Garrus started talking about a fight he got into when he was with the Turian fleet, but Shepard was having a hard time paying attention with the thought of Ashley and Miranda going at it in the air. Maybe Garrus was right, they just needed to clear the air. Kelly was definitely right, it would be hot, and as CO the Commander would be there to make sure it didn’t get too out of hand. Shepard decided to float the idea between the two and they jumped at the chance to tangle. Ashley couldn’t wait to bring that cocky bitch down, and Miranda was looking forward to crushing another rival under her high heeled boot.
This wouldn’t be the savage catfight many had been hoping for, Shepherd has insisted on rules as much for his crew’s safety as for a sense of fair play. Miranda couldn’t use her biotics, but she still healed quicker than the average human, and had mentioned she was more flexible too. A straight NHB fight would play too much into Williams’ background in good old Marine hand to hand she had been learning one of her Dad’s friends since she was a teen. Boxing seemed like the best compromise under the old London Prize Ring rules. Some rules, but it would still allow the women to hurt one another, and give Ash something to level against Miranda’s gifts. Shepherd offered to make the fight a private affair, but both women insisted otherwise. Everyone was going to hear about what happened so they might as well watch it. A ring was constructed in the shuttle bay of the Normandy and the crew was told to gather to watch the spectacle and place their bets.
Every man on the ship was there, though Grunt might have just been there because he liked combat. Heck every woman was there too, Edi could practically fly the ship by herself anyhow. Daniels and Donnelly had a little bet going on the fight, but the real action was being done by Katsumi who was taking action with Maranda being a four to one favorite but that might just to have been covering the old merc, Zaeed’s, bet for Williams.
The lights went low as Ashley emerged from the back. Williams was dressed in a long blue Alliance blue rode with bright pink gloves on her hands with white tape and her hair let loose. Chief Williams walked toward the ring throwing slow motion punches with each step chest lightly swaying with each step she takes. Once Ashley was in the ring Miranda came out wearing a shining, short silver robe and white gloves with gold and black tape around the wrists; her ebony hair was loose over her shoulders. Miranda pounded her gloves together as she came to the ring with Jacob taking a spit bucket with him behind her.
“Introducing first fighting out of the Silver corner… Miranda Lawson!!!”
The crowd which had been roaring was silenced for a moment when Miranda dropped her robe and revealed her toned body. Shepard shot Jacob Taylor a look that said “Did you know about this!?!” but Jacob only seemed to notice the great ass on display in front of him. The crowd was ready for the round pert ass and strong legs, but they were not expecting to see this much. Miranda was dressed her gloves and nothing else, she raised her hands in victory as her name was called and basked in the wolf whistles as the she strutted around the ring showing off her chest and nearly bare pussy.
“What the hells is going on?” Shepherd yelled in Miranda’s ear as she walked by.
“This is to show who is find out who is the better woman, and that means everything.” Smirked knowing that there was no way Ashley could follow her.
“And her opponent, fighting out of the blue corner... Ashley Williams!!!”
Ashley dropped her robe, not to be out done she too was bare save for her gloves. Now it was Ashley’s turn to soak in the cheers, while the tough marine chick never made a point about her looks she was stunning in her own right. This was her chance to show off her body to the crowd but she seemed more concerned about warming up. This was a fight after all.
Shepherd motioned the two ladies to center ring for instructions, “Cute, ladies, real cute.”
“What? I would hate it if I got my uniform covered in Williams’ blood.” Miranda hissed standing tit to tit with her rival.
“Sorry, Skip, but the crew was promised a show, had to give them something because the cheerleader won’t last five minutes with me,” Ashley snarled.
“Alright, Ladies, you agreed to modified London Prize ring rules. That means no biting, head butting, or hitting below the belt-“
“What belts!” shouted someone from the crowd.
“Funny, Joker, real funny.” Shepard continued “In the event of a knockdown you have 30 seconds to get to your feet or you are considered out and we’ll keep at till that happens or one of you quits and says her opponent is the better woman.”
“I’d die first.” Williams growled.
“We should be so lucky.” Miranda countered.
“I want a tough clean fight, may the best woman win.” And with that the two brunettes went to their corners. An Alliance blue ribbon was used to tie Ashley’s hair back, while Miranda had her held in place with one that was the white, black and gold of Cerberus. The winner would get her rival’s ribbon to wear, and both planned on having it the next time they fucked Shepherd. Neither woman was thinking of carnal pleasures at the moment, indeed they were oblivious to the catcalls and wolf whistles from the crew, their entire focus was on the naked woman standing across the ring.
At the sound of the bell the two met in the center of the ring, gloves up but more intent on protecting their breasts than lovely faces. A few weak jabs were exchanged, but it was Miranda who drew figurative first blood with a crisp cross that rocked Ashley. With her head spinning her old fighting training kicked in, and Williams found herself clinching with Miranda, their firm tits slamming together as Miranda landed a few chippy shots to the body. Before the Commander could break it up, Ashley had slammed the Cerberus officer to the mat and had mounted her in a school girl pin. Williams opted to land two solid punches before she was ripped off her opponent by Shepard and shoved into a neutral corner. The Commander ordered Miranda to the opposite corner as she got to her feet irate. Still she can’t help but feel a little better when she sees her rival get a dressing down.
“What part of boxing don’t you understand, Williams? This is as stand up fight, you knew that going in,” yelled Shepherd. “Now turn around.”
“What?” Ashley said blankly.
“Turn around and grab the corner with both hands.” Shepherd ordered. “I can’t deduct points so this will have to do.”
Smack! Shepard landed an open hand spank to the lovely Miss Williams’ ass causing her to stiffen along with every man in the crowd. Smack, another spank, and then another. All told Williams took five swats to the rear that hurt her as much as embarrassed her. Miranda couldn’t help but smirk as she was called back to the scratch by Shepard. The smile was short lived as Ashley smashed Miranda’s pretty face with her left hook.
The two women traded shots as the circled slowly around the ring. Neither one wanted to take a step back, nor could they afford to stand in one spot. They seemed about equal in strength, Ashley had better footwork and blocked better, but Miranda was better at bobbing and weaving. The bell came none too soon for either woman. Though they were in top shape they found boxing exhausting and eagerly took to their stools for water and ice.
Jacob was angry at Miranda “What’s the matter with you, girl? You’re faster, stronger, and smarter than her so why are you fighting her fight. This is a boxing match so box with her. Stick and move, use those reflexes to move in and out of the pocket and knock this bitch out.”
Ashley has surprised everyone by choosing Kelly Chambers to be her second. Kelly may not of known much about fighting, but she did seem to know who to take some of the pain form Ashley’s battered tits, ice on an end swell and plenty of deep breathing. “That was a good round. You’ve got her confidence shaken with the toss. Now you need to let your gloves do the talking.”
At the sound of the bell the two woman warriors came barreling out of their corners. Ashley had forgotten about her foot work and was confident her punching power would make short work of the lovely Miss Lawson. Williams got chin checked with a solid one-two for her troubles, Miranda seemed to be getting better at boxing by the second. Still she had a lot to learn about defense, Ashley was able to counter with a hook, cross, hook, upper cut that punished Miranda’s ribs and chest. Still the first officer was able to avoid the worst of the upper cut. Bap, bap, bap, Miranda was peppering Ashley with her jackhammer jab, moving out as the Chief tried to work the fight from the inside. Time and gain Williams took shots to the face, her eye began to swell. Still she had a trick up her sleeve, Ashley managed to block Miranda’s jab and slip the cross to finally get on the inside with a cross, hook to Miranda’s body and an uppercut to her chin that packed more wollup than a M-300 Claymore shotgun.
Lawson was flat on her ass in the corner with Ashley standing over her faster than she could blink. Shepherd was already at eight before she could remember where she was and what she was doing. Even though she had till 30, Miranda got to her feet quickly and screamed for Ashley to come at her. At 15 Shepherd called the ladies to the scratch once again and Miranda rushed her foe. Each punch was thrown with bad intentions, and had any of them landed Ashley would have been in trouble. Miranda’s hooks were wide and sloppy, and Ashley blocked them and slipped them with ease. The Chief’s pink gloves found their mark time and again, be they quick chopping hooks to the ribs, or the series of stinging jabs to Miranda’s face that shattered her prefect nose. Miranda didn’t want to stop fighting at the bell, she’d been humiliated by Williams. Her nose was bleeding and she had only had the most token of offences that round.
Miranda is furious in her corner, slapping Jacob’s hand away as he tries to stop the flow of blood from her nose. She wanted the blood to fall down on her reddening tits as a reminder of what Williams did to her. As she swished the water in her mouth all Miranda could think about is hurting Williams. For her part Ashley seemed impatient in her corner. Marines aren’t trained to let up on the enemy when they have them hurt, and Miranda was hurt. Kelly was more than happy to tell Ashley she was winning, and to take her time, but Ash couldn’t hear her. She just pounded her gloves together eager to finish this fight.
Another cheer went up from the crowd at the sound of the bell as the sweat drench damsels got up to duke it out once more. Miranda stormed out of her corner like Krogan, hell bent on demolishing her opponent. A big overhand right landed for Miranda and shook up Ashley. The girls traded leather in the center of the ring as Grunt roared with approval. Time and again Miranda had the quicker hands, she landed her shots and was able to bounce out. It is hard to say what excited the crowd more, the sight of Miranda’s prefect breasts bouncing as she danced on her toes, or the seemingly invincible marine Williams stumble and bleed in the face of Miranda’s assault. They clinched again, and Miranda is able to muscle Ashley back into a corner. A quick shove by Lawson created separation but also boxed Ashley into the corner. Now there was no escape for Miranda’s hooks and crosses that battered Ashley’s tits which had swollen nearly two cup sizes during the course of the fight. Against her best efforts Williams found herself moaning in the face of the white gloves of Miranda Lawson. Then came the overhand punches that Miranda pushed through Ashley’s turtle defense with equal measure of strength and pure rage. She was the top bitch in Cerberus, and she was proving it right now. Ashley might be tough, but Miranda was made of tougher stuff. Ashley dropped to her knees but Miranda kept on hitting, until Shepherd ripped her off and forced her to a neutral corner.
“I warned you both this was boxing not MMA, no hitting a downed opponent,” scolded the Commander.
Miranda put her gloves on the top rope and stuck her ass out, “Hurry up and do it so you can count that bitch out and put her out of her misery.”
“I’ll get you between rounds.” Shepherd said, not knowing if Ashley could still fight. At twenty she was on her feet, but she couldn’t hold back her tears.
“Don’t you dare stop this, Commander,” growled Ashley, “I owe this bitch.”
The fight continued against Shepherd’s judgment. Ashley ate the first hook from Miranda, but blocked the second and delivered two good shots to the belly stopped Miranda. The bell rang out and Ashley slumped back to her corner as a overwhelmed Kelly did her best to comfort her fighter.
Miranda strutted to a neutral corner and stuck her ass out again coyly looking over her shoulder for Shepherd to spank her. More whistling came as she shook her ass getting ready for her punishment. After spank three Miranda peeked over to see Ashley still fighting back tears as Kelly wiped the blood from her face.
“You hear that, Williams? You see that, Miranda is mocking you.” Kelly chastised, “She thinks she’s better than you. She thinks she’s got you beat. You going to give in like your grandfather or are you going woman up.”
“If I go down, I’m going down swinging.”
“That’s my girl.” Kelly smiled.
Miranda hardly had to time to rinse off before the next round started. Miranda had a positive glow about her, like the cat that ate the canary, and now Ashley was the one who was furious.
Ashley ate a double jab to land her cross but it was worth it. Miranda could feel the cut that was opened up with that last punch as warm blood trickled down her face now Ashley was going to pay. The two women tore into each other with raw primal fury. Their hair now free of the restraints they had been tied back with whipped about with each punch spray each other and indeed the first two rows with sweat and blood. Hook after hook landed and yet both fighter’s held their ground. Stepping back might have been the smarter choice but to fall back was to admit defeat. This was a contest of between Ashley’s will and Miranda’s genes.
Ashley dropped first, a series of piston shots to the chest caused Williams to fall clutching her chest. Some were yelling stay down, but the vast majority urged Ashley to get up and fight while Miranda stood over her mocking her. “Little girl had enough? Just say I am better than you and save yourself a beating.”
Ashley spat out more blood than spit, but she wasn’t about to quit. She crawled to the ropes and pulled herself up. By 25 she was stable enough to fight. Miranda moved in look for the kill, but Ashley was ready for her. A jab to the tits stopped Miranda, then Ashley circled out and landed two more big shots. They traded jabs, then it was Miranda’s turn to hit the canvas as she took a hard shot to the liver. It took till the count of 27 but Miranda fought through the pain and urged Ashley forward. The bell rang before any more damage could be done.
In the corner Kelly look worried, “Maybe I should throw in the towel.”
“Don’t you dare, I win with my shield, or I go out on it.”
“Oh, you have a shield now? Because the woman I saw fighting seemed not to know anything about defense,” snapped Kelly
And with that Ashley got off her stool and headed to the center of the ring. Miranda spit out her water and got up to fight when she saw that, the only thing that kept them apart was Shepherd. With 15 seconds left in the break the Commander decided to let them go at it once again. By this time Miranda’s gloves had been stained pink with Ashley’s blood; the Chief’s face as a crimson mask at this point. Miranda didn’t look much better, and yet, and yet still most would say neither woman had ever looked sexier than when they took to the center of the ring to pound their rival into submission.
Each woman was grunting freely with each shot they took. Ashley managed to work her way in with some shoulder rolls and land a couple hard shots to Miranda’s ribs, making each breath she took and ordeal. Ashley was rocked with another hook to her bad eye, but stood tall. Now the fighters regretted ending their rest so soon and clinched.
“Damn it, why won’t you just go down already,” cried Miranda
“I am wearing you out,” spurted Williams.
“Is that your plan, because unless you’re a Krogan that isn’t going to happen,” Miranda lectured “My father engineered me to outlast anyone.”
“Then he got ripped off,”
The crowd roared as Ashley pushed Miranda back and cocked her fist. Miranda saw what was happening and let go with a violent haymaker of her own, but it was Ashley’s cross that would land before Lawson’s hook. An M-490 Blackstorm had less kick than that punch. Miranda’s face was smashed as Ashley’s pink glove busted Miranda’s nose again. She was out before she even hit the canvas. Shepherd made a show of counting but, Dr. Chakwas was already trying to force her was into the ring by the count of ten to check on Miranda. Ashley for her part knew she had won and was bouncing around the ring with her gloves in the air no longer caring how sore her tits wore.
“29, 30! You’re out. The winner and new CHAMPON- ASHLEY WILLIAMS!!!”
The crowd was still roaring as Miranda came too. Williams stood over her, wrapped in the silver robe Miranda had worn to the ring, blood slick gloves still on her hand. It was a new feeling for Miranda Lawson, for the first time in her life, she had lost. Lost at something she desperately wanted to win. Ashley tried to help her rival to her feet, she had a gracious smile that said she was sorry one of them had to lose, but not as sorry as she’d be if it had been her that lost. Before the fight, they agreed that the loser would kiss the gloves and pussy of the winner. Ashley seemed to think that was not need now, but Miranda was a woman of her word. The proud Miranda Lawson kissed each gloved fist of her conquer on her knees, and tasted her own blood, then kissed her bare pussy to acknowledge her as the better woman to the roar of the crowd. Then Ashley raised Miranda up to her feet and raised her hand in victory. Miranda and Ashley had been through a war, a war with only two survivors, and in some strange way they were close as sisters.
Miranda was helped from the ring, defeated, yet still proud. She was glad Shepherd had gotten the upgrade to the med bay, she would need extra help to heal her face after this fight. Ashley was still in the ring, the crowd had taken up Thane’s chant “Siha! Siha!” In the coming days Chief Williams learned what that work meant in the Drell toungue. According to Thane Siha were “One of the warrior-angels of the goddess Arashu. Fierce in wrath. A tenacious protector.” Truly that day in the ring, Ashley was more goddess than woman.
