Her music blasted through the arena speakers, while she walked down the ramp- her gaze fixed on the empty ring ahead. However, this wasn't a booked match; this was Ashley's own choice: Hijack part of the law program to speak her mind.
Something unusual for the heelish redhead, who usually preferred actions over words and violence over reasoning.
One week ago, Ashley had been beaten down without mercy and stuffed inside a locker, only for the clean-up staff to find her by mere chance several hours later. She had one entire week to try and control her anger, and now, the very next night at LAW, she was barely holding herself together. Actively trying to stop herself from murdering the first person that crossed her path on several occasions.
Why waste energy... and rage on mere innocents when the ones responsible for her misfortune had to be somewhere, playing around like the fools that they were.
Clad in her full wrestling gear, Ashley stepped into the ring, holding the microphone in her hand so tightly that the handle was starting to visibly crack.
"I don't care what any of you think about me..." the Brit began addressing the crowd. "Nor do I care about any title shots on fancy PPVs," thus shattering the expectations of any typical promotion.
"I'm here to call out a pair of cowards and demand that they show they damn faces here tonight!..." She turned toward the entrance ramp, "Unless they prefer to keep hiding, relying on ambushes to compensate for their lack of any real talent!"
Ashley raised her voice: "Ripley!... Neo!... you both better come out right now, or I'll go back there and drag your sorry asses to the ring myself!"
Ashley Morgan
