A Raid into hell! Ashley Morgan VS "The Raid" Lisa Vazquez

[Afterhoursclub]

Slamming The Raid into the canvas felt good... really good, the impact still echoing in her ears like the chorus of a carefully crafted musical piece. Reminding Ashley once again why she loved doing this, and why she would be happy to repeat it a hundred times more if she could. The match had to go on, however, and The Red Menace already had in mind her next maneuver: throwing her opponent over the top rope, crashing down onto the hard floor at ringside.

Lisa did not offer too much resistance as she was being lifted, Ashley smirking the whole time, she carried her with ease to the ropes and launched her right outside the ring with a swift motion, waiting anxiously to hear the moment she crashed and burned. Sadly for her, that moment never came. She was a witness to The Raid's rapid reflexes instead.

"What the...!"

She landed on her feet, hurt- yeah, but not as much as Ashley had hoped for. "Hmph, no matter..." she thought to herself. Ashley would make sure to change that shortly. Hurrying out of the ring, she rolled herself below the bottom rope, and both of her boots landed square on the ringside floor. Standing just a few meters behind her stunned opponent.

A malicious grin appeared on the Brit's face as she noticed the ring's steel steps just a bit further ahead in front of Lisa. In a sudden burst of energy, speed, and rage, Ashley charged against The Raid, building as much momentum as she could in such a short distance, only to deliver a brutal shoulder tackle the moment she got close enough.

If she were successful, the attack would not only be enough to rattle Lisa even more in her already vulnerable state, but Ashley aimed to apply enough force on the move to shoot her straight into the steel steps for an extra layer of punishment.

[BlackAkuma]

Ashley was strong.

Really strong.

That might have been obvious to anyone with fully functioning eyes, but in Lisa’s experience, you had to experience someone’s power to truly know it. She had faced more than her fair share of buff babes who were all sizzle, no steak, with bodies that were made for style over substance. After being planted by this woman’s spinebuster, she could confidently say the Brit wasn’t in that number.

But that was fine. Lisa was no weakling herself, she could hang. Ashley’s blows might hurt more, but she could always fight quality with quantity. Speed was her friend, here.

And now, she had a good chance to show it. While she wasn’t looking her way at the moment, she felt the heavy footfall behind her, the unmistakable tremor of a brutal Briton coming up behind. She looked over her shoulder, quick glance, and saw the woman coming her way at alarming speed, no doubt looking to sandwich her into the ring steps. Not going to happen.

She waited until the woman was close enough, right before impact, and threw her body to the side, avoiding Ashley like she was an oncoming train. Lisa shot out her legs as she fell, wrapped them around the woman’s calves, twisted hard to the side, and attempted to make her faceplant into the steel steps with a drop toehold, turning her plans against her.

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley sprinted. It was a short distance, but it was enough to give her the momentum she wanted. She was going to show this girl what it meant to step into the ring with The Red Menace. Already feeling victorious, she pictured The Raid writhing on the floor. A big malicious grin spread across her face. Surely, Lisa would not be able to react on time, with them being so close to each other...

Ashley would painfully discover how wrong she was,

Just before her shoulder made contact with her opponent, Lisa's figure suddenly became a blur in front of her eyes:

"What...?!"

It was too fast, too late for her. Ashley's accumulated momentum propelled her forward, unable to stop in time, but that wasn't all. The Raid was already counterattacking, trapping the redhead's legs in a Drop Toe Hold. Ashley lost her balance and fell quickly. Crashing sideways with the steel steps, it was a thunderous impact that brought with it a collective reaction from the audience, carrying enough force to send them flying away from the ring, the sound of heavy metal hitting the ground echoed among the crowd.

Ashley landed harshly on the floor at the ringside, her body curled up after the violent collision.

"Fucking hell...!" she cursed, gritting her teeth while trying to fight through the pulsating pain.

[BlackAkuma]

While Lisa would still claim to be the quicker woman in this fight, she would have to admit that Ashley was no slouch in that department, judging from how she came charging in like that. It was a stern reminder that this woman could catch her if the die were cast in the wrong way. She needed to stay on her toes, always on point.

For this time, at least, it all worked in her favor. Better than she could’ve hoped, really. Her initial goal had been simple: to trip Ashley up and make her faceplant on the steps, but what wound up happening was significantly more substantial, as her added moment made her crash with enough force to send them flying. Lisa was the type to keep her emotions in check during a fight, but even she couldn't resist the smallest of smiles over her success. She had done well. Now she had to keep doing well.

Knowing better than to waste time, Lisa rolled over, pushed to her feet, and moved in as Ashley wallowed. She could hear the referee start up a count nearby, but that was a distant worry, low on her priorities for now. Ten seconds was more than enough time for her to start chopping down this tree.

She reached down, grabbed Morgan’s head, and pulled her up, forcing the big woman up to her knees. As soon as she was erect, Lisa stepped back, swung her leg low, and lashed into her chest with a punishing soccer kick, lashing out as if her leg were a whip. She pulled that same leg back and fired again a half-moment later, targeting the same spot with even more intensity.

[Afterhoursclub]

The heelish redhead struggled to get up; she was in a lot of pain after the hard fall. She clutched her shoulder tightly after the violent impact with the steel steps. Ashley had tried to hit Lisa like a truck, but instead, she crashed and burned like a derailed train. The steps flew to the side as Ashley lay on the ground writhing.

"Grahh!" she screamed and cursed, like a wounded beast. The redhead tried to regain her bearings: "How the hell was Lisa able to react so fast?" That was Ashley's inner monologue. It was the second time The Raid had avoided an attack that Ashley was sure would connect. By now, the Brit was starting to realize just how quick her opponent's reflexes were, something the redhead would keep in mind for the rest of the bout.

Suddenly, her thought process was interrupted when a pair of hands yanked her up, Lisa grabbed her head and pulled until she was left in a kneeling position, still groggy by the collision. And then,

SMACK!

A shotgun blast hit her right in the chest as Lisa threw a brutal kick. Her entire body shuddered as she felt an instant burning sensation on her bare skin, which quickly turned a tone of red that matched her hair.

Wincing in pain, her eyes caught a glimpse of a second kick heading her way. Ashley raised her arms, more out of pure instinct than a plan to counter her attacker. It was pure self-preservation reflex. Her arms wrapped tightly around The Raid's leg, The British gal then proceeded to stand up quickly and twist her body in mid air, attempting to take her opponent down to the hard floor with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip.

With one hand on her aching chest, Ashley heard the referee shout: "5!" She stood up; the redhead needed to act quickly. Limping slightly, still feeling the effects of the hard impact with the steps, she walked toward The Raid. Ashley would try to grab her by the hair and lift her up, if successful then she would place Lisa's back against the edge of the ring apron.

[BlackAkuma]

The first kick landed well, crashing into Ashley’s chest with a solid, damning impact. Lisa had kicked plenty of people, enough to know when she did them real damage, and that one not only connected, but cut her foe down to the core. More importantly, it looked like it left her foe stunned, which meant the follow up was just as sure to land.

Only…no, not exactly. Call it speed, call it reflexes, call it plain stupid luck. Whatever the case, Ashley was able to call upon it in the nick of time and grab hold Lisa’s leg, snatching it out of the air and pulling it in tight. Not too much of a problem, she had another leg, as it so happened, and she could use it to kick her foe in the face with an enziguiri.

She wouldn’t have the time. Ashley spun about, catching Lisa with a snapping Dragon Leg Whip, one that hyperextended her limb and sent her careering off to the side. She came down hard on her back and flopped over to her side, where she laid and caressed her thighs, doing her best to soothe the blazing aches.

Ashley, wisely, wasn’t going to give her much time for that. She felt fingers gripping her hair, and the next thing she knew she was being dragged up and pushed against the apron, set up for who-knew-what. Whatever it was, it was a safe bet it would be extremely painful, and she braced herself in preparation.

[Afterhoursclub]

"How about I return the favor, bitch!"

Ashley snatched a handful of Lisa's hair and yanked her up; She had successfully countered The Raid's kick by sending her crashing to the floor with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip, and now she was ready to continue with her punishment of the bold Brunette.

Ashley pushed Lisa harshly against the ring apron, her lower back clashing with its edge. A sharp look on her face as she stared The Raid straight into her eyes. Ashley did not take any chances; She used a hand to push on Lisa's shoulder, keeping her in place, while she raised the other high in the air. A smirk suddenly appeared on the redhead's face-

SPLAT! With a swift motion, Ashley's hand slammed into The Raid's chest, slashing violently and sending an echo throughout the arena.

Then, came another chop! Even louder than the last.

If she had the chance, Ashley would chop Lisa a few times before rolling her back into the ring, before the referee's count reached the 10 mark.

[BlackAkuma]

Lisa’s leg was in a bad way. No seriously hurt, no, nothing that she would feel after the day was through, but she was sure it would be aching all through this match. A problem for any wrestler, but especially for one who specialized in kicking, a fact that Ashley was likely aware of.

A setback. A big one. But not beyond her ability to adapt. She had three other perfectly good limbs.

Her main concern right now was surviving, as Ashley pushed her up against the apron. She was prepared for almost anything - a punch, a kick, a choke, something along those lines. When her opponent raised up her arm in the telltale position, however, she knew what was coming. ”Don’t you dare-”

Ashley dared, repeatedly. One chop, then two, then three, with even more following after it, slicing against her barely-covered chest. By the time the ten-count neared and Lisa was rolled into the ring, it felt like someone had tried to cook hamburger on her tits.

But she was awake. Wide awake. Awake enough that, after getting rolled inside, she could push up to her feet as Ashley followed her inside, and she lashed out with a chop of her own - only, unlike Ashley, she went for a higher target: the face.

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley's smiled the whole time she was battering her opponent's chest, each blow drawing a loud reaction from the crowd.

"Slap, clap, slap..." a vicious grin on her face, she had The Raid right were she wanted her. Unfortunately, her fun couldn't last forever, she had to roll Lisa back into the ring before the referee's count reached its end.

"Get back in, princess!" Ashley threw her opponent back inside the squared circle without any care. She was quick to follow. Already thinking a miriad of ways to continue with Lisa's torture. However, Ashley would once again fall victim to The Raid's speed and agility, watching the brunette standing back up rather quickly after being thrown in and catching her open as she entered the ring herself.

-SMACK- a violent chop to Ashley's face that left her dazed. The attack was hard, redening the Brit's cheek almost right away, but it wasn't enough to stop her.

"Fuck you!" she yelled, charging at Lisa like a wild beast with a spear attack, looking to hit with her shoulder right onto Lisa's gut. If she was successful, Ashley would use her momentum to carry The Raid all the way to the corner, slamming her back first into the turnbuckle.

[BlackAkuma]

It had been a while since Lisa had suffered a good chopping. She’d almost forgotten how much she hated it.

Ashley’s chops only really did damage on the surface, so it wasn’t anything that risked real damage, but the pain she’d endured was going to last for a good while. The woman swung her arms like a whip, making them land with hellacious force, and every breath she took seemed to make the pain worse, as her skin expanded and retracted.

More than anything, though, it was pissing her off. The smack to Ashley’s face wasn’t just an attack, but an act of defiance. She wanted this bitch to know exactly how pisssed off she was.

The message must’ve gotten through, too, because her foe was quick to retaliate in kind, coming in hard with shoulder tackle to the stomach, moving with all the subtlety of a charging rhino. The impact knocked the wind clean out of her once, then twice when she was slammed into the turnbuckle and kept there, pinned by her foe’s power.

She couldn't push her way out, but that didn’t mean she was out of options. Before Ashley could pull away, she tried to wrap her around the woman’s neck, capture her waist with her legs, and apply a tight guillotine choke - she wouldn’t be able to hold it for long with them being in the corner, but even a few seconds in a well-applied move like this could work wonders.