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

[BlackAkuma]

God, did this bitch like to talk. Lisa indulged in a little banter from time to time, too, against her better judgment, but she was never one of those wrestlers who liked to chatter after each and every move. She never much saw the sense. It wasn’t as if the camera or the audience could make out what she was saying, and her words wouldn’t rattle Lisa. She might as well have been talking to herself.

Fuck it. Let her. It wasn’t going to make a day’s difference, in the end.

The brutish Brit was starting off strong, but a little improvisation and quick thinking did wonders for evening the playing field. She didn’t see the mirror coming - most wouldn’t, to be fair - and was sent staggering away, giving Lisa the space she craved.

Seeing her chance, Lisa didn’t go forward, but instead went back, scrambling up onto the hood of the police car. She made her way up, planted her feet, then leaped towards her opponent, soaring through the air as she rose her leg, looking to strike Ashley in the face with a falling knee from on high.

[Afterhoursclub]

The big dent in the police car's door was enough evidence of the enormous force Ashley put into slamming The Raid against it. A deed that brought the redhead great satisfaction. However, she would not be able to celebrate it for long.

A quick response by Lisa came in the form of the side view mirror of the patrol car being rammed into her face, prompting a cloud of spit to come out flying right out of Ashley's mouth.
Ashley took a series of steps back, until her back hit the apron. She was holding her face with both hands while cursing at the brunette:

"Grahh... You... Fucking, bitch!"

After a short beat, the Brit brushed the pain away, still feeling the sting of the strike. She tried to focus her attention back on her opponent, and... She would absolutely find her.
Ashley's eyes opened wide the moment she saw Lisa's figure coursing through the air in her direction. Too fast to counter, too close to react...

Lisa's knee found its target squarely into Ashley's face. A hollow impact that left the Brit seeing stars. Her head snapped back, and her whole body followed right after.
Dazed, Ashley almost falls to the ground right on the spot, but she manages to grab the middle rope of the ring with one hand to keep herself up right,

If barely...

[BlackAkuma]

In hindsight, Lisa’s move was a bad one.

On one hand, it did hit. She soared through the air, and her knee found its mark, burying deep into her opponent’s skull—a solid hit, with all of her body weight behind it. She could tell from the impact that her opponent would be feeling it from her head down to her knees.

The problem was that they were outside of the ring, where there wasn’t a canvas for her to land on. Instead, there was just the floor, with only minimal padding. Gravity had its way with her, and she came down on back, hard, sending a jolt through her system. Far from a pristine landing, and made all the worse by the hit she’d taken just a moment ago.

But she was far from done, and at the moment, she was looking better than Ashley. She could live with that.

Grunting, Lisa pushed past the pain and rose up, using the car itself for support as she straightened. Lisa was still awake, but clearly dazed, with a chest that was just begging to be taken advantage of. She rose up the rest of the way in a quick burst, brought her leg up, and swung it hard, trying to smash Ashley in the ribs with a roundhouse kick before she could fully muster a defense.

[Afterhoursclub]

"Oughh...!"

A thudding impact reverberated in the arena when Lisa's foot kicked Ashley right on her side, with The Raid's boot smashing hard against the Brit's slick, reddened skin; causing her whole body to turn and twist around the brunette's foot.

Still feeling stunned by the hard knee to her face, Ashley was now faced with the burning sensation on her ribs. She kept her hand clenched to the rope; perhaps the only thing that saved her from collapsing to the floor.

With wobbly legs, The Red Menace staggered away from Lisa, looking to put some distance between them to try and recover a bit, she stumbled her way to the back of the car, placing both hands on the trunk to catch her breath.

"Crap..." Drawing short breaths, Ashley had to mount either a good defense, or a precise offense to even the ground a little, she looked up and saw her reflexion on the glass window in the back seat, while holding her pained side. "Bloody hell... Did this bitch always hit this hard?"

[BlackAkuma]

Lisa had kicked more than her fair share of women in her life, even more than you would expect from her profession, and she could say with some certainty that Ashley was one of the more solidly built women she’d ever struck. The blow hit with a hard, dull thud, like slamming a fleshy tree trunk. Precious little give. Sold. Unyielding. If she didn’t absolutely hate this woman, she would ask her for some workout tips.

That being said, she was still human - an unusually hardy one, but human all the same. The blow sent her reeling, and Lisa took a moment to catch her breath as she made her way to the opposite side. This match had already started, and they were both already feeling the effects - this was going to be a more intense experience than last time. The crowd seemed pleased, at least.

Instead of coming around and following behind Ashley, Lisa decided to take the more direct route. She scrambled up on top of the police, pushing her way up and bounding over the top. At the apex, she jumped off and tried to drive both of her feet into Ashley’s chest, once more using the car as an aide for her wrestling moves - this time, for a missile dropkick.

[Afterhoursclub]

A sharp pain in the face, a burning sensation in the torso, and an incredibly bad temper. The perfect ingredients to piss Ashley off almost instantly. Even more so when all of them were being delivered by perhaps one of the redhead's most hated rivals. Ashley saw her reflection in the rear window of the police car: the strands of crimson hair falling in front of her eyes, a red mark on her cheek right where the knee had landed, her grim expression.

All of this made the Brit go off on an angry outburst. She slammed her fist down on the hood of the car, causing a metallic -CLANK- to echo at ringside and leaving yet another dent on the patrol vehicle.

"I am DONE being your punching bag, Bitch!" Ashley yelled, wiping her brow and casting an angered look at the pair of boots climbing on top of the police car. Ashley had no idea of what Lisa was gonna try to do next, but she was sure as hell not gonna allow it. Like a wild beast, the redhead swung with her arm straight at Lisa's legs in a sweeping motion, looking to drop the girl down and over the vehicle before she could attempt to do anything.

[BlackAkuma]

Done? No. As far as Lisa was concerned, Ashley had only just begun being her punching bag.

Or kicking bag, to be more specific, since she tended to favor those over strikes with her fist. Speed was her advantage and kicks were her most devastating way to employ it, a fact she was showing off well enough so far and would continue to do. She bounced up the car with all the speed she could muster, taking aim, preparing for the leap…

No such luck. Before she could take flight, Ashley swung that meat cleaver she called an arm out in a wide arc, cracking her clean on the ankles. Lisa’s body went sideway and gravity did the rest, bringing her down hard enough on the top of the cop car to leave a sizeable dent, before she tumbled off to the side and came down for a crash landing.

This time she wasn’t quick to get up, as she wound up taking more than her share of impact on her back. Groaning, she tried to sit up, but it was a slow, painful effort all the way.

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley watched Lisa's body crash down on top of the police car, and fall abruptly to the hard floor right after she took a swing to her legs. The Red Menace would normally have celebrated this, she could have teased Lisa with more mocking words. But the matter of the fact was: Ashley was already pissed off, and Lisa's strikes did hurt a lot.

The redhead did not waste a single second this time, she looked down at the writhing brunette's body and immediately swooped down to grab The Raid's head. Pulling her up without bringing her back to her feet entirely.

Filled with rage, Ashley slammed Lisa's head against the side of the car once, twice... Her bulging biceps and the loud metallic CLANK evidenced how much force Ashley was putting into ramming her. The match had just begun and by the looks of it, there was not gonna be much of the police car left by the time it concluded.

"Fuck!...

...You!""

Each slam was accompanied by Ashley yelling at the top of her lungs. And she wasn't done yet. If Lisa happened to be stunned enough after the violent strikes, Ashley would then drag her by the hair, next to the ring steel steps, where she would seize both of her ankles and trap them tight with her arms, using all of her core strength, Ashley would swing The Raid around and slam her against the metal of the steps.

[BlackAkuma]

It was probably a good thing that Lisa hadn't required the winner to drive this car out of the arena. Aside from the danger that would pose to the audience, there was the real chance that the damned thing wouldn’t be drivable, at the rate they kept hammering into it.

”God damn it…ugh…” Lisa muttered to herself after the nasty fall, wincing as the pain coursed through her system. She was already making an effort to stand back up after taking such a brutal hit, and she might have made it up on her…but she would never know for sure, as Ashley came along and made it a moot point.

”You-” Lisa didn’t have time to finish her insult before the woman reached down, gripped her skull and proceed to ram her face into the car, not once, but twice, leaving her dazed with each impact. In this, she was a little lucky - the woman grabbed her by the hair as she dragged her along, which did wonders for waking her up. But she was still reeling and in no shape to counterattack when Ashley gripped her by the ankle and swung her hard into the steel steps, hammering her shoulders into the unforgiving metal.

Lisa howled and rolled away from the impact, clutching her arm as she kicked her legs about. Nothing had been broken, but fuck, did it hurt. A fracture, no doubt, and she would be feeling it for days, to say nothing of this match. For now, she did her best to push through it and gripped the ring apron, trying to use it for support so she could rise to her feet.

[Afterhoursclub]

There was something about seeing Lisa, painfully dragging herself on the ground, that brought Ashley so much joy. In such a short time, the brunette had become one of her most hated rivals, all this happening after just one match.

She had heard about people having "chemistry" together, but in this case, Ashley and Raid were the complete opposite: they were like a box of matches and gunpowder. Ready to explode at any second. And, The Red Menace was happy to continue beating down her currently defenseless opponent.

After slamming Lisa hard against the steel steps, the girl was left struggling to get back up, grabbing the apron for support. The redhead saw this and wasted no time to capitalize.

"Where the hell do you think you are going?"

Ashley ran at full speed, raising one leg aiming to deliver a hefty kick right into Lisa's ribs.