Penelope vs Ashley-mansion match

[Blade ocs]

*THIS MATCH I SET FOR 1 FALL VIA PINFALL OR SUBMISSION! THERE IS NO DQ AND FALL COUNT ANYWHERE! IF PENELOPE IS DEAGTED HER OPPONENT KEEPS HER FOR A WEEKEND IN TYE MANSION AND GETS 10K USD!* IF SHE WISN HER OPPONENT BECOME HER SERVANT FOR A WEEKEND

Well, Penelope didn't expect a hard-rocking girl to face her in her mansion, but hey, she did. Normally, the matches would start in the ring at her gym, but she decided to hold this one in the living room instead. It's different at the very least. It amazes her how they got a literal ring in the living room. They legit had no idea it was this big. Like how and why. Like holly molly.



Everything is green lit to record everything for L.A.W. and stream it. Penelope is awaiting Ashley to come over. She had a glass of her protein drink and put it away before she came over. Is that cheating? No, it shouldn't be. She goes and hopes up onto the ring



She hears a door open up, and eventually she does see her...her opponent. Oh wait is the ring on of those smaller ones? Must be. Wait or did the family always.... oh okay never mind.

[Afterhoursclub]

Even though Ashley was no stranger to the fancy, big houses those in the "High-class" had, the redhead didn't want anything to do with that frivolous and empty lifestyle, filled with arrogant suckers who could barely wipe their own arse without pulling a muscle or breaking a nail. So, when she accepted the offer to participate in what they were calling a "Mansion Match," she didn't hesitate for a single second. This would be the perfect chance to kill two birds with one stone...

Completely crushing some pompous and spoiled brat, while having full permission to destroy some rich asshole's house.

It was a win-win situation for her, especially given the strange stipulation attached to the match: the chance to stay at the mansion for the entire weekend? That prospect almost made Ashley wonder if she should be careful when it came to trashing her opponent, not to mention the added bonus of having that very opponent serve as her personal maid throughout the stay.

Enemies by Eleine

She kicked the living room's doors open and, in an instant, the Brit was walking inside... each step firm as she made her way to the ring set up in the middle of the mansion, an unusual setting, but not the weirdest thing she had seen in this sport.

"I hope you are ready, brat; I will mop the floor of the entire mansion with your face!" She threatened Penelope while crouching under the bottom ropes, setting foot inside the squared circle.

Ashley Morgan

[Blade ocs]

"I am very tempted to ask what's wrong with you, but I knew what I was getting myself into when I made these matches. Didn't expect so much hatred out of the gate though." Penople replied.

She knows or has an idea of why she so pisses off. She probably thinks he has an uppy, fragile laugh at the middle class and is such a type of girl. She can't blame her for that. She does know how people suffer that kind of way, which is why she wanted to do this in the first place.

Besides, from the tickets online getting sold and such, she will probably make a profit or something. She takes a deep breath. She is going to start swinging and staking as soon as that bell goes off.

[Afterhoursclub]

Yeah, this was exactly what the Red Menace was expecting, as soon as the girl opened her mouth... that tone, that voice... thinking she's tougher than she really is... just as Ashley imagined, and of course, the Brit would be more than happy to put this pansy woman back in her place...

To show her the difference between someone playing to be a wrestler, and a real one. It was a nice house indeed, fully adorned, with several pieces of furniture around... too bad all of this was about to be obliterated as soon as Ashley had her hands on the woman across the ring.

And, when the starting bell finally rang, Ashley charged forward right away... fixed on fulfilling everything she had promised. The Red Menace raised her leg, pointed her boot forward and aimed her thick heels directly at Penelope's face... A hefty Big Boot to start the match.

[Blade ocs]

Penelope expects an assault. She manages to evade Ash's big boot attack. She would go for her own attack, going in for a pop-up punch to Ashley's face, and then jumping clothlines to try and get her down.

She would use her other arms for that to try to be less predictable. Not much of a counterattack, but maybe she can use Ashley's anger to her advantage.

However, this strategy can also backfire horribly against her. She needs to be cautious when dealing with Ashley. For now she is going to expect another aggressive attack from Ash. That is if her attacks work out.

[Theblade]

(Hello it me balde I got lock out of my.old account)

[Afterhoursclub]

(Ah, that's unfortunate- Do you want to continue the RP with this one, or are you going to try to recover the old one?)

[Theblade]

//keep going

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley charged like a raging bull, aiming her foot straight at the girl's head... it was a vicious Big Boot, one of the Red Menace's favorite attacks and one maneuver that had sent many of her foes straight to dreamland... but, unfortunately for the Brit... her attack would miss completely. Penelope had managed to effectively duck under her leg, causing Ashley's own momentum to carry her forward and leave her exposed to a counterstrike.

"Ughh!" Ashley was stunned by a sudden fist smashing into her face. "You.. fucker!" The redhead was pissed, still... it would take much more than just a strike like that one to stun her for long. She immediately fixed her gaze back on Penelope, and as the girl attempted to land a clothesline on her, Ashley brought her arms forward with the intent of snatching her foe, coiling both limbs around the girl's waist.

[Theblade]

"I can fight! I'm more than enough of a weak-ass princess." She yelled back.

She went for a cloth line. However, much to her dismay. Ashley was able to catch her. She feels herself trapped between her arms. She closed her eyes for the impending damage that Ashley is going to inflict on her body