Triple Trouble! Cobra vs Ashley vs Karla

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Triple Threat Match
Victory is determined via pinfall, submission or DQ

Ashley stood in the gorilla position, getting ready for her upcoming Triple Threat Match. She was feeling pretty nervous about the whole thing, she was going to be up against two other wrestlers at the same time, and from the sounds of things she was up against some pretty nasty customers; Karla Reinhardt and Trent Sanders. Karla was a lightweight heel with a mean streak that was more than long enough to make up for her lack of height, not to mention her brutal strikes stemming from her boxing background. Trent meanwhile was a fleet-footed up-and-coming member of the mixed division who had made left quite a strong first impression on the LAW roster, owning a decisive victory over Dana Ashford of all people! Having to fight either one of them would have made for an intimidating prospect, but Ashley was about to enter the ring and face both of them. If they decided that Ashley was the weak link and ganged up on her she wouldn't stand a chance.

That being said Ashley had never run from the ring before, except for that one time, and she didn't intend to start now! So when her entrance theme started playing Ashley would cast her nerves aside and run out, met with cheers from her adoring fans. As the only face in this match-up it was not an exaggeration to say that she was the crowd-favourite, something she probably should have been happy about, but instead it just made her afraid of letting them down. Ashley would stand at the top of the ramp for a few seconds, giving the fans time get a good look at her new outfit.

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Once she was satisfied she would strike her signature pose where she pointed to the sky before making her way down the ramp. After climbing into the ring Ashley would jog a lap around the ring, waving to fans and pounding her fist in the air before she settled in a corner. Once the lights dimmed and her entrance theme faded Ashley would allow herself to relax now that the focus was on the entrance of her next opponent rather than her, slumping against the corner post as she waited for Karla and Trent to show their faces.

[SubtleRoar]

*Never the type to rest on his laurels, Cobra Bolt was all too eager to accept the invitation to participate in a triple threat match. After popping his phone open to do a little research about his competition, he couldn't help but ogle at the other two combatants- Ashley appeared to be hand carved out of stone, and Karla's crimson hair and voluptuous body were more than enough to satisfy his basic, primal instincts.* "Ssssseems I'll be entertained tonight after all~" *Once he had tossed on his signature jacket and polished his fangs, he slithered past the door and began his trot towards the opaque curtain. Much to his shock, he had somehow managed to generate enough interest to get a little backstage interest, miscellaneous rookies waving in his direction. Cobra gave them a gentle nod before proceeding through towards the audience, his music blasting across the stadium as he was greeted to a blend of cheers and jeers!*

"That'ssssss right! Cobra Bolt is back to strike again!" *Arching himself forward on the balls of his feet, Cobra thrusted himself forward while posturing towards Ashley, his razor-sharp teeth on full display!*

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After striking his signature pose, which immediately triggered an eruption from the crowd, Cobra ambled towards the ring, ascending up the steps while sidewinding through the center opening between the top and middle rope. While his body seemed slightly warmed up from all the energy he had expended from his entrance, Cobra's eyes were frigid and empty, glaring directly at Ashley as he made his presence known!*

"Sssssso, you'll be one of the lucky ladiessssss that I get to dominate tonight~" *He flickered his forked tongue towards her while rattling off the condescending remark, climbing to the top turnbuckle of his corner while stretching himself across it.* "I'll let you enjoy the view for a little bit while I'm at it~" *Cobra snickered, allowing his ripped body to be glisten in the overhead lighting.*

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[Monsy]

This would be her first Triple Threat Match in L.A.W. It fuelled her with joy when she first heard the booking, as the prospect of beating not only one but two foes at once inflamed her fever to fight. Although both of them eclipsed her in size and weight, she knew victory was assured if she can just remain out of their clutches and keep them pitted against each other. Even so, she made sure she trained with the heavy bag to fire herself up for tonight; so perhaps when the smoke cleared, she’ll make them footrests for the K.R.R mean streak. 

Concealed amongst the audience, she clapped from the third row as the two made their way to the ring. She disguised her top-half in a dark hoodie with its hood pulled up, sitting cross-legged in a metal fold-up chair. Only when the lights dimmed for her entrance music did she stand, weaving through the crowd with her head dipped to not be recognized. After vaulting the barricade, she whipped around ringside and climbed up to the ring apron, stopping on Ashley’s left-shoulder side. The overhead lights returned once her music hit its drop, with added spotlights on the ramp-way where Karla was supposed to be. A no-show. Suspicion now fell on this mystery individual, whose tight black leather leggings and calf-high boots shined in the stadium light.

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Any lingering suspicions dissipated once she pulled back the hood, allowing her red hair to spill down her back, then peeling off the rest of the hoodie and discarding it. Calls for Ashley to turn around roared for the crowd as she tapped on Ashley’s shoulder three times. Dressed in a grin, she hoped to grab the so-called match favourite’s attention with her fist reeled back; so when their gazes met for a second, she threw a revved-up sucker punch across Ashley's jaw.

"Guten Tag."

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Ashley would watch closely as Cobra Bolt made his entrance, bending towards Ashley and baring his fangs at her. Then he would climb into the ring and glare at Ashley as he called her lucky because he was going to dominate her, before settling in the corner so she could 'enjoy the view'. Ashley rolled her eyes at the man's condescending attitude, it seemed like she was in for a long night "God, this Karla girl cannot get here fast enough." she said, not wanting to dignify anything Trent said with a response.

Soon after it would be time for Karla to make her entrance, except when the time came for her to appear there was no one to be found "Huh? What's the big idea!?!" Ashley yelled, looking around in confusion. After a few seconds she huffed in annoyance and turned to face Cobra "I guess it's just you and me." Ashley was pretty annoyed by this development, but at least they still had enough people for a match. All of a sudden the blonde would feel some tapping on her shoulder, who on earth could that be?

Ashley turned around, only to suddenly lock eyes with the so-called no-show Karla Reinhardt "Huh!?!" Before Ashley could even really register what was happening she would suddenly be clocked right in the jaw, sending her flying back and hitting the mat on her front "Ungh!!!" Dazed and confused after being forced to kiss Karla's fist and the mat in short succession Ashley would lie on her front for a moment, easy pickings for a follow-up attack.

[SubtleRoar]

*As the breathtaking Karla began to sashay her way across the arena, Cobra couldn't help but gawk at her breathtaking appearance- Crimson hair that cascaded down the length of her back, her voluptuous form that she seemed to carry with relative ease, all wrapped up in a tight, latex outfit that would bring any playboy to his knees. So, it came to just as much of a surprise to him as it did for everyone else spectating when she matched right up to Ashley and cracked her with a massive sucker punch!*

"Well now, that ssssseems a little unfair~" *Despite his appearance, Cobra was a man of fairness and equality in regards to wrestling, so having witnessed such a flagrant disregard to the rules was enough justification to spring into action, scaling the top turnbuckle while formulating the perfect way to make the best first impression with this tempestuous ginger.*

"Hey, red!" *Cobra called out, trying to coax her into turning around and facing him, vaulting from the highest point on the metallic pillar before jutting his feet outward, looking to smash the platforms of his feet into her chest for a missile drop kick!*

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[Monsy]

She believed no rules mattered in a fight, simple as mere obstacles to stop losers from being trampled on by those with the guile to outwit them. Such was on display when her ploy ended with her fist pounding flesh, sending a flood of pleasurable pain waves through her knuckles and up her forearm. A second rush came when Ashley struck the mat, the most satisfying sight when she was up and coming in the boxing scene. And with how much she invested in that throw, her arm slumped over the top, causing her chin to rest on the rope with a laugh.

“Hahaha! Hoh! You look so small from here, like a pathetic hundchen.”
Too busy mocking her fallen opponent to notice Cobra’s gambit, she found herself straying a little too far from the fact that this was a Triple Threat Match. Dub it inexperience, or the fact she expected Cobra to share her views as a bonafide rule breaker, nothing prepared her for what came next. So when she replied to Cobra’s cue, her face suddenly drained of colour the moment before being struck in the chest.

“AM BUS-”
It worked like a dream, with two feet launching her like a softball. Due to the sharper angle, she ended up slamming the ring apron with shoulders, leaving no air to muse a cry as her hips rolled over her head, causing her front to slap the mat after. For a moment it seemed like she’d slip off the apron with one leg already lurching off, both hands clawing the back of her head to cure the dizziness. But then she hooked the bottom rope with her arm, stifling that chance. However, Karla was undoubtedly stunned, leaving both women downed in just mere moments of this chaotic bout.

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After getting clocked by Karla's blow Ashley would be sprawled out on the mat, a red mark visible on the side of her jaw. With a groan she would fight her way up to her hands and knees, teeth grit in anger from Karla's cowardly act. Ashley intended to get Karla back for that, but as she climbed back to her feet she would see that her other opponent would do that for her. Like a knight in shining armour Trent would leap from the top turnbuckle and smash Karla in the chest with a dropkick, toppling the woman and almost sending her off the side of the ring.

While Ashley appreciated Trent sticking up for her this situation still didn't sit right with her. That's why she would quickly walk into the fray, getting between Trent and Karla "Come on guys, enough of this! I know you're eager to fight, but the bell hasn't rung yet!" she would insist, stubbornly.

DING DING DING

Uh oh.

[SubtleRoar]

*Once his dropkick had successfully debilitated the unsuspecting ginger, Cobra dropped onto the balls of his feet with the intent of maintaining his momentum however he could.* "Don't think I'm playing favoritessss~" *Cobra craned his neck sideways in a quizzical fashion, unaware of what Ashley could have been referring to.* "I'm jusssst not an avid fan of cheating, that's all~" *Rapidly sidewinding towards the talkative blonde, Cobra didn't hesitate to execute a mesmerizing gaze in Ashley's direction!*

"Now, jussssst hold still and let me work my magic~" *Crossing his arms over the curvaceous bombshell's backside, the vicious viper ensnared Ashley within a brutal bearhug, attempting to squeeze every drop of energy out of her with his strangulating submission hold!* "Don't take it persssssonally- I'm just evening up the playing field."

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[Monsy]

She wavered her head from one side to the other, blinking slowly, in long intervals. Both her ears rang like static in a hollow barrel, cursed by the whiplash, but more so from the lack of wind that festered a dash of nausea. So when Ashley’s good sportsmanship saved her, she was surprised, allowing her to use the ropes as her crutch, coming to a knee right before the bell rang.

“Please, could you two jobbers just kiss already?” Her eyes rolled, unamused by their short banter. However, she was amused seeing Cobra go for Ashley under the silly trope of fairness. She thought him the fool, but it gave her the necessary time to recover and to plot out her next move. An idea struck not long after, started by her arm coiling around the top rope, forcing a stance and retreating two steps. Then she dashed; a one, and a two, and a dropkick! The bottom of her boots shot for Ashley’s back like a cannon, hoping to send them crashing onto each other, perhaps as a humorous gambit, or the fact she didn’t like either of them...

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After Ashley's goodie-two shoes nature had gotten her stuck between a rock and a hard place once the bell rang Trent would waste no time in proving that he wasn't a white knight by turning on her, wrapping his strong arms around her and lifting her up off the canvas for a bearhug "Ahh!!! Let me go!" She tried her hardest not to seem too flustered as their strong frames were pressed together by Trent's arms, grunting in pain as she tried to pry his arms away from her core. Her efforts were useless though, his arms were like pythons as they squeezed her waist in like a corset "Agh!"

As if that wasn't bad enough Karla seemed to get jealous of Trent hogging Ashley all to himself and decided to get in on the action herself, running up and dropkicking the blonde in the back "Aaagh!!!" The impact of the blow would likely send Trent and Ashley falling to the mat, leaving Ashley landing on top of the man in such a way where her breasts would be resting on his face "Wah!?! I... uh..."