Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting - Ashley and Lisa

[Afterhoursclub]

For Ashley, fighting was nothing new, whether inside or outside the ring, as she had taken part in several such encounters throughout her time as an active member of LAW. And yet, she was by no means what one might call a "street fighter," or an "underground brawler," or anything of the sort. Regardless of that, "The Red Menace" had a clear preference for official and regulated matches; after all, that was her profession, the discipline to which she had dedicated her life, her true calling.

But... that simple fact, as real as it was, didn't mean the Redhead would not be willing to throw hands when the time came, regardless of who was on the receiving end, or whatever the setting might be... For Ashley, there was enjoyment in crushing someone else, putting an opponent down by sheer will and brute force... and when said opponent happened to be a certain bitch of a police officer, it only became sweeter, like a drug... something that the redhead simply needed... no... Something that she craved! And now, having the opportunity to not only beat her hated rival down, but to do so in a context like this: An obscure alley with nothing to stop her... no referee, no annoying rules, nothing!

Oh, it was like a dream come true for the Brit, a vicious... violent dream...

Ramming Lisa and sending her flying brought a vile smirk to Ashley's face... the fight was just as ugly and messy as she expected; there had been just a few exchanges... but their intentions were already clear... and their need to tear each other apart.

The Red Menace walked closer to the downed Lisa... in an attempt to stomp the woman, crushing her under the weight of her boot... but just before Ashley could even raise her leg, The Raid fired back, a fast kick directed at her knee... and this time, she had no chance to react.

"Arck!" Ashley was pushed back when that sole slammed against her knee, limping a few steps as Lisa's boot connected cleanly with her kneecap, sending a jolt of pain through the entirety of her limb.

"Fucking... Hell!"

[BlackAkuma]

It was probably a good thing she was wearing full clothing and not her usual fighting outfit, at least. Yes, her wrestling suit would’ve given her the most freedom of movement, but it would’ve also left her bare, and the last thing she wanted was to hit a street like this with so much bare skin.

As it was, it sucked plenty. Her bones were already getting numbed up from that impact, and she could what it would feel like once the adrenaline turned off and she had to deal with the full sensation of it. Her back was probably just one big bruise.

It was good, then, that she managed to stop Ashley’s forward momentum, making her retreat, albeit temporarily, with that kick. But she knew it was temporary, damn temporary. Had to get up. Had to push. Ashley Morgan was the type of person who didn’t back up often and didn’t give you much chance to recoup.

Gritting her teeth, Lisa sat up, threw herself forward, and went after Ashley with a quick rush, ducking low and throwing her shoulder into the woman’s stomach to try and ram her up against the nearest wall.