Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting - Ashley and Lisa

[Afterhoursclub]

By now, at this point in their impromptu encounter, any far-fetched possibility of things ending without confrontation had long since vanished... Although to think that a possibility like that even existed in the first place was a notorious fantasy on its own. As soon as Ashley and Raid laid eyes on each other... primal instincts kicked in, blood boiled, and all the latent grudges resurfaced without delay... It was an unapologetic rivalry that simply could not be resolved with anything but sheer brute force... and extreme violence...

Ashley was an expert at holding grudges... And Lisa was right at the top of her list; part of her even smiled when they bumped into each other again, simply thinking of the possibility of getting another go at the brunette... made her break a devilish smile, of course... it was overshadowed by the immense rage she also carried with her...

And now, she was in her "happy place," wailing down on her hated rival, making her sorry for ever stepping into her sights, smashing her into the wall repeatedly as she let all of that steam out...

"Hmph... HMPH!" Two loud grunts, each following the sound of Lisa's form slamming against the brick wall in that lonely dark alley... and eventually, dropping to the floor in a heap.

"I'll fucking show you!" Sometimes, Ashley's grudge reached levels that many would consider "petty," but she didn't care... as long as she managed to get even with her foe, she would continue to do so... Instead of capitalizing on her downed opponent, the Red Menace opted to go pick up the trash can that had been thrown at her previously... let's see how much Lisa likes getting covered with disgusting trash as well...

But... before she even made it halfway through, two muscular arms wrapped around her waist, and in just a matter of seconds... the entire alley went upside down right in front of her eyes...

"WHAT?!"


"UGHHH!"

The slam echoed within the narrow space; all of Ashley's weight had been suddenly dropped to the floor and onto her own neck with a vicious German Suplex that left her dazed... holding the back of her head with both hands in a frail attempt to alleviate the pulsating pain...

"Arghhh! You FUCK..."

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, god, Lisa shouldn’t have done that.

She didn’t regret the suplex itself, mind you. That, she was very much happy with, spiking the loudmouthed bitch into the canvas. The annoying thing about Ashley was that, despite the woman being nowhere near a sterling conversationalist, she loved to run her mouth during a match, and Lisa had become an expert at taking advantage.

But god, the toll it took on her body. The difference between a street fight and a match in the ring was stark - her body was aching all over, hurting in so many ways, and all she wanted to do was lie down and rest. It all came crashing down when she executed that suplex - she’d almost forgotten how heavy this bitch was.

After the impact, Lisa rolled over onto her back and stared at the sky, just taking a moment to suck in lungfuls and recuperate. She just needed a few seconds…

Screw it.

She saw Ashley writhing beside her, and she knew this was a chance she couldn't pass up. She rolled over, crawled to the woman, swung her leg over her massive waist to straddle it, and just started raining down punches - nothing fancy, nothing complicated, just brutal grounding and pounding.