Ashley Morgan vs. "The Raid" Lisa Vazquez - ...And The Law Won

[Afterhoursclub]

"Grahhh... Motherf..." Ashley lightly tapped her nose and an instant shock of pain shot across her entire head, she was not doing too well. The damage suffered through the match was starting to take its toll on the redhead. Still, Ashley had managed to pull out of tight spots before, she had managed to push herself through much worse... And she was sure as hell not gonna give up now!

She had just heard Lisa crashing through the table, so she knew her opponent could not be doing much better than her. She only needed one or perhaps two more moves to connect and then she would be home free to cuff that bitch up. A challenge for sure, knowing how crafty Lisa could be, but it was nothing that a swift punch to the jaw could not fix... It had already worked wonderfully tonight, and it would certainly work again.

Baring her teeth, Ashley grabbed the ring apron and pulled herself up, battling through pain and fatigue until she was on a semi standing position again, still relying on the apron for support.

"Where the fuck is she..." Ashley began to scan around, starting with the table wreckage, but Lisa was nowhere to be seen, until she felt the ring trembling right beside her. She quickly turn and her eyes met with a shocking image:

Two big boots coming at full speed in her direction.

Ashley had no chance to react, as the heels of Lisa's boots slammed squarely into her face with a loud and hollow -THUD- her head snapped back in a cloud of spit, sweat and a few traces of blood. Her entire body was pushed back until finally she dropped to the floor in a heap, landing back first on the hard floor, arms at her sides, legs extended in their full length. Without moving...

The Red Menace was seemingly out...

[BlackAkuma]

On second thought, jumping onto the apron after her back had just been through a table was not the best of ideas.

Needless to say, but her back was still very much hurting from that earlier impact, and her stunt did nothing more than exacerbate that pain. She cried out as she went sliding, and the moment she made impact, she went flopping back to the floor and nearly landed on her head.

”Why…” She grumbled as she rolled over to her side. ”Why did I do that?”

The answer to her question was given the moment she looked over and saw Ashley on the floor, laid out and motionless. Unconscious? That, she couldn't say. Seemed way too easy, but then again, it wasn’t as if she’d never seen more minor things knock anyone out. It happened.

Whatever the case, she had to take advantage of the situation. Crawling on her knees, she made her way over to Ashley, grabbed her by the shoulder, and rolled the big woman over to her back, using far more effort in the process than she would’ve liked. From there, it was a simple matter of securing the woman’s wrists with the cuffs, something she had a good amount of practice doing. Just one wrist, then the other…

[Afterhoursclub]

Everything was a complete blur for the redhead...

The noise from the crowd, a myriad of indistinguishable voices in the back of her head, all talking in unison; the arena lights, hundreds of light bulbs hovering high up in the ceiling, in the walls, everywhere around, blinding her. The cold, creeping on her skin from the hard floor where she was laying. The fatigue and the pain, running through her whole exhausted body.

Slowly, everything came back to Ashley, things came little by little into focus again. The redhead didn't know how long she had been out, and she wasn't sure if the last few moments of the match had been real or not...

However, the burning pain on her cheek quickly confirmed things...

"F...fuck..." Ashley was awake again, but something felt off, she was suddenly face down. "The .. the hell?!" She turned her head to the side and caught a glimpse of Lisa on top of her. She peeled her eyes and bared her teeth with a wild snarl.

"Get the fuck off me!" Ashley wiggled with violence, trying to shake the girl off. The Red Menace was hurt and tired, but still had strength left... Enough to roll and push Lisa away with an elbow.

After jumping forward and getting some distance from her opponent, the redhead would quickly jump up to one knee. Fixing her gaze on The Raid. Her right hand pressed against the floor for support while balling the left one into a fist. However, Ashley felt something hanging from her hand...

Something cold and a bit heavy... Her eyes darted toward the cause of this weird weird sensation and suddenly her pulse quickened, she began drawing short breaths and her blood started to boil...

"You....

You BITCH!"

Staring at the handcuffs hanging from her left wrist...

"How fucking dare you?!!" Casting a murderous look at Lisa.

[BlackAkuma]

One little click. One little click and it was done. Lisa was sure that Ashley would still put up a fight, even after the locks clicked on, but it would be impotent from this point. All she would need to do is drag the bitch to the car, put down whatever futile resistance she had, and then claim the win. It seemed easy enough.

Which, of course, meant it would be.

”No, no-” Lisa hissed as the woman began to stir beneath her, making the simple task far more complicated. For all her boarishness, the Briton was built like a good damn tank, and while she had even a sliver of consciousness, it would be next to impossible to get the cuffs on.

Lisa was sent flying off a moment later, and she wound up nearly rolled her head right into the barricades. She almost wished she had taken a hard bump, though, because the momentary unconsciousness would’ve spared her from having to listen to Ashley’s bullshit.

”How dare I? How dare I what?” She spat off to the side as she pushed her way back up to her feet. ”How dare I try to win the match?”

Lisa brought her attention to the handcuffs, centering on them - halfway there. She’d gotten them on, she just needed to finish the job, and she would do that by pouring on the pressure. She took a moment to compose herself, then moved in again, closing the distance while she raised her right leg. At the last second, however, she switched up, dipped down and brought her other leg sweeping out low, trying to trip Ashley and bring her down once more.

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley was absolutely livid, seeing those cuffs in her left wrist felt like an aggravating insult, a complete offense against her very being. Even though she was fully aware of the stipulations for the match... It was inconceivable!

Her anger grew by the second, it didn't let her think straight, the only thing on her mind was tearing Lisa apart. "I'm gonna shove your ass through the windshield of that car!" She yelled, charging towards The Raid without delay. Lisa had the same idea, and in a matter of seconds, both girls were on a collision course against each other. The entirety of the ringside seemed to shake as the two fighters ran in opposite directions toward their opponent.

Ashley was about to hit Lisa with a powerful punch, she saw the brunette going for a kick, but she didn't care... As long as she was able to deck her with a similar strike like the one from before, she was happy to absorb the blow.

However, at the very last second, Lisa feinted, going low and switching for a sweep instead. Ashley was too compromised with her attack to be able to react, she was tripped by Lisa and her own momentum carried her forwards, causing her to fall face first to the floor again. The Brit put her arms up front to avoid serious damage, but the fall still hurt.

"Dammit...!" She landed on her belly, pressing her hands against the ground in an attempt to stand back up before Lisa could capitalize.

[BlackAkuma]

Not that she cared too much, but Lisa couldn't help but note that Ashley’s reaction to the handcuffs was, in a word, visceral, and a good deal more extreme than she would’ve expected. No one liked to be handcuffed, of course - at least, not against their will - but the utter blinding rage that the Briton entered into felt like something else. Maybe a bad experience coming to the surface, or some sort of phobia being trigged.

Whatever the case, it was making the woman mad, more so than she was by default, and Lisa could absolutely use that. ”You’re gonna fucking try!”

Ashley came out swinging hard, with a punch that might very well have put Lisa down for the count if it connected. A good thing, then, that it didn't - instead, Lisa sailed safely below and cut her foe’s legs out from under her and brought her crashing to the ground.

She came out on the other side, and was gifted with a golden opportunity - her opponent, on the floor, while she was in her blindside. Such a moment couldn't be passed up, and she rushed in to close the gap. As soon as she was close, she leaped up, raised her boot high, and tried to bring it down hard on her foe’s back, looking to drive her upper body into the floor with all of her weight and momentum behind it.

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley fell abruptly to the floor after being tripped by her opponent. Her anger, the very thing that gave her an edge during tight spots in her matches, was now blinding her, making her rush carelessly toward her foe, giving no chance for planning or for careful consideration of her actions. But then again, Ashley wasn't famous for her strategic mind either way...

The Brit landed on all fours, her bare teeth were evidence enough of the rage coursing through her body, her nails scratched the floor surface like claws trying to stop the momentum of her fall, leaving notorious marks behind.

Lisa had managed to lock the cuffs on her left wrist. Perhaps Ashley was overreacting, but the mere thought of the brunette being closer to victory than her was enough to drive her nuts. She couldn't afford to let her close the other. Being trapped in the handcuffs meant virtually losing the match. She needed to get up and get back into the fight.

However, that would end up being easier said than done:

"Ooughhh!..." As Ashley tried to push herself up, something pressed hard against her back, sending her crashing down to the floor again with her chest slamming with the cold ground, crushed under Lisa's weight who had just driven her foot like a stake right on top of the redhead, pinning her on the spot...

All her limbs shot to the sides, her mouth opened wide with a hollow scream as the air was violently forced out of her lungs. After the impact, Ashley landed faced down, sprawled and dazed, trying to catch her breath back after the sudden stomp.

[BlackAkuma]

That one took the wind out of her. Lisa had to say, she was pleased with the results.

As much as she hated to admit, Ashley Morgan was one of the toughest women she’d ever faced - maybe even the toughest. She would have to sit down and give it real thought to be sure, but the Briton was certainly a top contender. Powerful, dominating, overbearing, lethal, yet surprisingly skilled.

But human. Very human. There was only so much she could take, like anyone, and it seemed she was reaching her limits. After Lisa hammered her body into the floor and drove her in like a rusty nail, the woman deflated, looking utterly crushed, but she knew better than to let her guard down at the sight. After all, she had looked broken a moment ago, decimated, and she had still sprung back to life like the phoenix the moment the handcuffs came into play.

No, she needed more tenderizing first. Lisa reached down, grabbed two handfuls of the woman’s fiery hair, and began to pull. ”Stand up.”

Lisa forced Ashley to rise, hauling her up until she was on two feet. The moment she was upright, she stepped back and swung her leg out with a fierce roundhouse, one that would knock her up against the ringside. Another would follow, and another after that, as she launched the heavy blows in quick succession - she didn’t want to give the woman a chance to fall back down again. She wanted her standing, making her the perfect target. The chest, the ribs, the torso - she laid into her with a fierce blows that battered bones.

[Afterhoursclub]

The redhead was running on fumes at this point, as much as Ashley didn't want to admit, she was burning the last of her stamina just trying to remain upright. Let alone try to stand up again after the abrupt fall. Perhaps it was her rage that was keeping her conscious, but even that had its limits.

But then, the moment Lisa came crashing down on top of her, Ashley's dire situation turned even worse. Feeling like she had just been drilled right through her torso, the Brit was now left laying face down on the floor and gasping for air. She tried to stand back up, but her body was not cooperating anymore. She balled one hand into a fist and hit the ground in frustration, breathing through her mount, her face pressed against the floor.

Suddenly, Ashley felt two hands pulling her up by the hair, she knew it was The Raid, she knew it was that cursed rival... How the fuck had Lisa managed to survive all this time?

Why was she the one still standing?

What the FUCK had been the turning factor?

Why, why, why?

A myriad of questions flooded Ashley's mind as she was being picked up. She tried to move on her own, to resist and fight back... Even if a little, but her arms hung limp at her sides. Up to the point where she was standing on her feet again, hunched over in exhaustion but standing nonetheless. There, the redhead fixed her eyes on Lisa, still a defiant look behind her blue orbs, but the fire was quickly running out. She let out a long breath, slowly the raised one hand up, a tired attempt to throw a punch... But a heavy roundhouse kick to her torso almost sent her to the floor again.

"Arghh!" A pained gasp escaped Ashley, she was thrown to the side of the ring, her back hitting the apron. She took one step forward, but another heavy kick, this time to her chest, pushed her back into place.

Ashley gritted her teeth, her legs almost gave out, but she didn't fall. Not yet. A third kick slammed against her ribs. "Uughh!" And with it, another painful cry...

A series of crushing blows rained all over the Brits torso and upper body, eventually keeping her vertical against her will, and against gravity itself... For Ashley was mere moments away from crumbling to the ground in a bruised heap. And through all of this, every hit kept her awake , the anger still remained, the hatred toward Lisa more livid than ever, but no longer with the strength to fight back.

Ashley's body spasmed against ringside as the hits continued to come...

[BlackAkuma]

Lisa was running on adrenaline at this point, almost purely. She swore she could feel it coursing through her veins, this raging fire threatening to overwhelm her. It came out with every kick, every blow she landed on Ashley’s bulky body. It was as if she were sapping energy from her opponent and drawing it directly into herself, as if she were feeding off the raw emotions.

Kick.

After kick.

After kick.

And did it feel so good. Lisa was letting out war cries now, reveling in the pain, the destruction she was inflicting on the Briton. She had to imagine this was what it felt like to be a gladiator, when you slew some mighty beast for the raging crowd. It sucked to be the beast in that scenario, but that was life.

She put the finishing touch on it with a final, thunderous kick, but she wasn’t about to let the woman fall just yet, either. Lisa rushed in before she could topple and pressed her body against Ashley’s. Her forearm came up to her opponent’s throw, choking her, as she braced against the floor and kept her in place.

”Look at me, Ashley.” She stared deep into Ashley’s blue eyes. ”Anything else to say? Any more taunts? Because I’m about to end you, bitch. This is the time.”