Jeanne de Latimer Hastings Vs. Ashley Morgan - Valour and Menace

[Devastated]

Submission Match

Attire: Standard
Rules: Standard rules apply
Victory Condition: Can only be obtained by Tap out or Verbal Submission


The Red Menace. That was what her opponent for tonight was known as. Jeanne was decently aware of Ashley Morgan. She truly did seem like a menace at least when it came to her prowess in the ring. In the mind of Crusader, Jeanne de Latimer Hastings. She had been tasked with putting a stop to this menace tonight. It certainly wouldn't be easy...the match type that had been chosen was certainly one that was meant to test the two of them. As far as she had gathered, Ashley Morgan was a tough, strong and seemed to not be one who would cave easily. Though that suited Jeanne perfectly fine, she didn't want anything else than a challenge worthy of such a grand stage like this. Ashley seemed more than capable of providing her with that challenge, and if it meant she could strike down a villainous heel in the process, then that would simply be grand.

The Crusader stepped out onto the ramp to the cheers of the fans, she had been slowly building up her fan base here in LAW. One of the knights that had graced the ring in Japan which had become a symbol of hope against the villainous forces that permeated the industry. That was the role Jeanne had taken here...she would champion the righteous cause as was the duty of any knight.

Her entrance theme hit the speakers as she marched down the ramp with a brisk pace. Her hands reached out to the fans as they proceeded to give high-fives and reach out for the knight. Her long braid trailed behind her as she made her way to the squared circle.

Upon entering the ring, the purple haired heavyweight took to her corner and climb the turnbuckle to raise her hands to the crowd and signal their cheers which came in like a crashing wave over the ring. Once her music began to die down, Jeanne jumped down and proceeded to settle into the corner. A smile on her face as she looked out at the crowd, before her eyes settled on the top of the ramp, her focus shifting to her opponent for the evening and her imminent arrival.

Spoiler

[Afterhoursclub]

Another day, another match… and another chance to beat someone down to submission. Ashley didn’t really hate anyone in particular, but for the redhead, there was always a sheer animosity present around her. It might be other cocky heels, overly-happy baby-faces with extremely long entrances, or just obnoxious people that made her day longer; she didn’t care… each and every one of them would meet the heel of her boot accordingly if they dared to cross paths with her.

Tonight was no exception; she had been paired against an opponent she was not familiar with. No surprise there- Ashley rarely ever followed other wrestlers unless she had a really specific reason to do so. Jeanne seemed like the typical honorable hero case… and that was enough to grant her a trip straight to the canvas in the most painful way possible. The Red Menace smirked, a wicked smile adorning her face as she coursed through the hallway in the direction of the entrance ramp. 

The lights dimmed in the arena, and soon- the symphonic dark-metal intro of Enemies by Eleine was blasting through the speakers at full volume. The screen across the entrance burst in a crimson hue of digital flames, giving a villainous look to the ramp, just as a dark figure stormed through the curtain.

Ashley Morgan

There she was, Ashley Morgan. Walking in a death march toward the ring, the heels of her boots clashing heavily with the metal as she approached, no smiles, nor any gestures for the ecstatic crowd, just her unreadable scowl, staring straight at the ring and the one waiting for her inside.

As soon as she reached the front of the ring, she grabbed the middle rope and pulled herself up, jumping onto the apron and causing the entire structure to shake once her weight came crashing down onto the mat. With practiced ease, like someone who had done this plenty, she leaned and passed right under the top rope, finally standing back to her full height inside the squared circle. Her sharp eyes scanned the entire crowd… until her devilish gaze fixed on the girl standing across from her.

“Hmph…” she smiled; no words came out of her lips… just a confident smirk. Pacing from side to side.