I Fought The Law...

[BlackAkuma]

Lisa Vasquez had one question on her mind. One burning thought, and she wouldn’t rest until she had her answer.

”Where the fuck is Ashley Morgan?”

This simple question was directed at a stagehand, and judging by the look in said stagehand’s eyes, she thought that Lisa would’ve decked her if she gave her an answer she didn’t like. Understandable, really, since she wasn’t exactly in the best of shape at the moment. With her hair disheveled and her body a battered mess, she looked like she had just been through a war, and that wouldn’t be too far from the truth. Taking on Ashley Morgan had been one of the most intense, demanding experiences in her life.

And she’d lost.

It wasn’t the first time she’d lost. It wasn’t even the worst time that she’d lost. But something about being bested, in her LAW debut, by that woman, was sticking in her craw. It was a mistake, and one she intended to rectify as soon as possible.

She just needed to find the woman. ”Um, well…”[/color] The mousey woman pushed the glasses up her face and thumbed behind her. ”I think she went that way a while ago, but I wouldn’t-”[/color]

”Thank you.” Lisa slipped past her and continued to stomp down the hall, hurriedly rushing in the direction she went, hoping she could catch Ashley before she left. They needed to have a few words…

[Afterhoursclub]

Blodied, battered... but victorious... Ashley had entered the backstage area just mere moments ago. She was limping, but considering how grueling her encounter had been, people would say that she was lucky to be walking at all. The redhead didn't stop to talk with anyone; she didn't care about others congratulating her, nor the recognition of the staff. For Ashley, what had happened in the ring just a few moments before was the natural order of things—nothing more, and nothing less.

She made her way through the service tunnels, one hand on the wall for support. She needed to get to the locker room fast. Ashley wasn't about to let everyone see her in such a state for too long... "Why don't you stare harder, freaks?!" she yelled.

Pushing the locker room door hard, the Red Menace made her way toward one of the benches, and she sat down, with her head up, and pressing her back against the wall behind her. Her chest was going up and down rapidly, still exhausted from the previous encounter.

"Fuck... me..." she huffed. Closing her eyes for a second, hoping to finally get some peace to rest.

Suddenly, she felt a familiar presence barging into the locker room. Her eyes shot wide open again:

"What's the fucking matter now?!"

[BlackAkuma]

There she was.

Lisa breathed a sigh of relief when she found Ashley Morgan, something she was willing to bet that precious few people did when they caught sight of her, especially after having a match. She looked about as worn out as Lisa did despite coming out on top of their match, which brought the smallest of smiles to her face. It was good to know she wasn’t the only one who felt like trampled shit.

She was probably thinking about going home, taking a long bath, getting all the grime off. Perfectly understandable, but she wouldn’t be able to do so just yet. Not until Lisa spoke her piece.

She stepped forward with folded arms, glaring down at her rival, looking her over with the same kind of authority she’d used to back down a thousand perps. ”Stand up.” A simple command. A dare.

[Afterhoursclub]

"What the fuck?" Ashley was raging again, her resting time being cut short after just a few seconds of peace.

The redhead opened her eyes. "Can't I get just a damn moment for my..." her eyes met with the familiar figure of Lisa "...self..."

The redhead groaned, closing her eyes in discomfort and annoyance. "Oh, what the hell do you want?!" She rested her head against the wall again, not paying attention to The Raid's demands. "Didn't you have enough of me kicking your ass already?!"

[BlackAkuma]

Ashley was annoyed? Good. That meant the two of them had something in common, she could work with that. Lisa intended to make her a good deal more annoyed before this encounter was through, too.

”No. You didn’t beat me.” She stepped forward with a hand on her hips, restraining her more vulgar impulses, the ones that made her want to punch Ashley square in the mouth. ”You escaped me. I fucking had you, I-”

Lisa slammed her lips shut before she got too out of line and restored some composure. She knew what she was here for, what she had to say, no sense in grandstanding before she got to the point. Keep It Simple, Stupid.

”I want a rematch. No Disqualification this time, under my own specialty rules. No bullshit, no holding back. A real fight.”

[Afterhoursclub]

The redhead could not believe what was happening: She was bruised, exhausted, and in pain.

In dire need to be left the fuck alone, yet she was being bothered still by some annoying prick, too salty to accept that she had lost against the better woman.

She could barely contain her rage, she opened her eyes, her gaze burning like fire as she stared at Lisa.

"I planted your ass on that ring!"
"I pinned you down for the three count!"
"And I left you laying like the loser that you are!"

Ashley, still sitting on the bench, shifted her body to face The Raid better.

"Why the fuck... Should I give you another chance?!"

[BlackAkuma]

Ashley raised salient, coherent points. Unfortunately, Lisa had her own answers already prepared.

”Fluke. Fluke. Fluke. I fucking had you and you know it.”

She wasn’t going to back down on this, and from the look on this woman’s face, she could tell she felt mostly the same way. Fine by her - she wanted that same fire they had when they were in the ring. Nothing less.

”And I’m not asking, I’m telling - we either settle this in the ring or we settle it elsewhere. Your choice.” She shoved a finger Ashley’s way. ”I’m better than you, Morgan. I know it. I know it, and I’m going to prove it.”

[Afterhoursclub]

At this point, Ashley would be feeling amused if only she weren't so damn enraged already. For all the serious appearance that The Raid wanted to project by acting so tough and controlled, her current outburst at the outcome of their match was almost... childish... like a kid complaining about things not going her way in a game.

The Brit could very well have told her off; Ashley had nothing else to prove... however, the redhead had one radiant flaw- One flaw that had brought her many problems in the past, and which would make itself present once again tonight: She lacked patience... And Lisa was undoubtedly getting on her nerves.

"The hell you said?!" she yelled, "You are better than me?!" Ashley stood up to face Lisa, forgetting for a second about the fatigue from the match.

"You can't possibly be stupid enough to believe that!" her face mere inches away from The Raid's.

[BlackAkuma]

There was the button.

Lisa had been wondering what she would have to do to this woman to get the result she wanted, how she was going to rile her up in precisely the right way. Well, after enough poking and prodding, she finally found the right spot to strike - Ashley had a pride issue. Granted, Lisa was in no position to decry that right now, but being a hypocrite didn’t make her wrong.

She stood up, got in Lisa’s face, and she closed the distance in an instant. The two of them butted heads, literally, and pressed their foreheads together like rams vying for dominance. Not too far from the truth, really.

”That’s not what I believe, Morgan. That’s what I know.” She poked the woman’s chest. ”Prove me wrong. Take the match.”

[Afterhoursclub]

"Who the hell did this loser think that she was?" Ashley thought to herself, eyes fixed on Lisa and burning like brimstone, "Demanding a rematch right after getting her ass beat!". However, the redhead's patience had long run out. If beating the crap out of this girl again is what it took to make her shut up, she would be more than happy to grant her death wish.

"Not only will I prove you wrong, but I'll hammer it down into your damn head!" She yelled, her breath hot against Lisa's features. "You are so eager to get smacked again? Fine! You'll have your fucking rematch!" poking her index finger's sharp nail against The Raid's chest.

"But I'm not stopping even if the bell rings!" Her words turned into threats, "You'll regret every single one of your words!"