Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting - Ashley and Lisa

[Afterhoursclub]

By now, at this point in their impromptu encounter, any far-fetched possibility of things ending without confrontation had long since vanished... Although to think that a possibility like that even existed in the first place was a notorious fantasy on its own. As soon as Ashley and Raid laid eyes on each other... primal instincts kicked in, blood boiled, and all the latent grudges resurfaced without delay... It was an unapologetic rivalry that simply could not be resolved with anything but sheer brute force... and extreme violence...

Ashley was an expert at holding grudges... And Lisa was right at the top of her list; part of her even smiled when they bumped into each other again, simply thinking of the possibility of getting another go at the brunette... made her break a devilish smile, of course... it was overshadowed by the immense rage she also carried with her...

And now, she was in her "happy place," wailing down on her hated rival, making her sorry for ever stepping into her sights, smashing her into the wall repeatedly as she let all of that steam out...

"Hmph... HMPH!" Two loud grunts, each following the sound of Lisa's form slamming against the brick wall in that lonely dark alley... and eventually, dropping to the floor in a heap.

"I'll fucking show you!" Sometimes, Ashley's grudge reached levels that many would consider "petty," but she didn't care... as long as she managed to get even with her foe, she would continue to do so... Instead of capitalizing on her downed opponent, the Red Menace opted to go pick up the trash can that had been thrown at her previously... let's see how much Lisa likes getting covered with disgusting trash as well...

But... before she even made it halfway through, two muscular arms wrapped around her waist, and in just a matter of seconds... the entire alley went upside down right in front of her eyes...

"WHAT?!"


"UGHHH!"

The slam echoed within the narrow space; all of Ashley's weight had been suddenly dropped to the floor and onto her own neck with a vicious German Suplex that left her dazed... holding the back of her head with both hands in a frail attempt to alleviate the pulsating pain...

"Arghhh! You FUCK..."

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, god, Lisa shouldn’t have done that.

She didn’t regret the suplex itself, mind you. That, she was very much happy with, spiking the loudmouthed bitch into the canvas. The annoying thing about Ashley was that, despite the woman being nowhere near a sterling conversationalist, she loved to run her mouth during a match, and Lisa had become an expert at taking advantage.

But god, the toll it took on her body. The difference between a street fight and a match in the ring was stark - her body was aching all over, hurting in so many ways, and all she wanted to do was lie down and rest. It all came crashing down when she executed that suplex - she’d almost forgotten how heavy this bitch was.

After the impact, Lisa rolled over onto her back and stared at the sky, just taking a moment to suck in lungfuls and recuperate. She just needed a few seconds…

Screw it.

She saw Ashley writhing beside her, and she knew this was a chance she couldn't pass up. She rolled over, crawled to the woman, swung her leg over her massive waist to straddle it, and just started raining down punches - nothing fancy, nothing complicated, just brutal grounding and pounding.

[Afterhoursclub]

Smacked hard against the unforgiving concrete, Ashley was down, stunned, and left seeing stars after that thunderous German Suplex. This was her fault, a product of her own doing... For as many excuses as Ashley tried to find, this had been entirely brought upon by her petty need to get even and fulfill all the silly grudges she held toward her hated rival...

She had Lisa under her control, wailing on her like there was no tomorrow... she only needed to keep going, but no- she simply had to turn around and give her back to an opponent that had proved to be fast as fuck in this very same encounter already...

The Brit didn't make it halfway to the trash can before she was grabbed and raised in the air, only to be brought down again. The only saving grace was that Lisa seemed to also get hurt from such a bold move... so far, it seemed that Lisa was attempting to tank and brute-force her way through most of the damage she was receiving to get back at Ashley as quickly as she could...

This was something that the Red Menace could exploit in the long run, perhaps, but that was assuming she could survive the onslaught that followed right after...

"UGHH!"
"HMPH!"
"GUHH!"

A brutal ground-and-pound with a very pissed-off cop mounting her and pinning her to the floor. Ashley raised both arms, trying to cover herself as much as she could, but for every attack she managed to stop, two more went right past her defense... she even attempted a small roll on her side to help deflect attacks a bit better; that's when she caught a glimpse of something throught the corner of her eye... it appeared to be a white box, about the only thing within Ashley's reach... she picked it up rapidly and realized it was an old carton of rancid milk that had fallen out of the trash...

It was a cheap shot, also petty... but what the hell, she had been hit with an entire trash bin mere moments ago. The Brit held the thing up and squeezed right in front of the Raid's face, hoping to spread any remaining contents over the policewoman's features.

[BlackAkuma]

Blow after blow after blow after blow.

Lisa brought her fists down like rain, hammering away at Ashley in a wild, crazy bid to deal as much damage as humanly possible. There wasn’t much technique to it, she just needed to rack up the hits, batter the woman until her arms stopped working. If she was lucky, she might even knock her out. That would be fun.

Unfortunately, Lisa was many things, but rarely ever lucky.

She was reeling back for another hammer blow, when something wet splashed across her face. It took her a millisecond to register what it was, but the taste - bitter and acrid though it was - told the tale quickly enough.

Milk. Rotten milk. The bitch had thrown rotten milk in her face.

Aside from the gross factor, some of it had gotten in her eyes, and it burned. Lisa threw out a couple of wild, sloppy punches, before she shrieked and threw herself to the side to furiously rub her eyes clean, hurling a mix with Spanish, English, and even Japanese curses as she did.