L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

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!"

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.

Slamming into The Raid and sending the damn woman flying was almost cathartic for Ashley... but then again, anything she could do to possibly harm Lisa would pretty much qualify in that category. "Hmph..." The Red Menace smirked, seeing her struggling on the ground, an image that she definitely enjoyed. But just as she attempted to capitalize... Lisa fired back- too fast for Ashley to react

"Oughh!"

A hard kick to her knee forced Ashley to stop and take a step back, momentarily losing her balance as she felt the stinging pain taking over her entire limb... "God... dammit..." Maybe it was pure luck, or maybe Lisa knew exactly which point to strike... but it hurt her more than she expected.

Momentarily losing her balance, but those few instants of vulnerability were all The Raid needed to mount a counterattack, shoving her shoulder deep into Ashley's stomach, forcing the air out of her lungs abruptly in the form of a loud wheeze and carrying her directly toward the wall behind.

"Oughhh!" The Brit would have attempted to stop the woman, to halt her right on the spot... but that hurting leg had left her without the support she would need to push the police woman back; she was easily carried along by the spear's momentum without being able to do anything.

Ashley raised both arms instead and began pummeling Lisa's back furiously... trying to make every single moment she spent close to her as miserable as possible.

Lisa’s back still ached from the slam, the pain of hitting the concrete, but she pushed past it for the moment and focused on the one thing that mattered: attacking.

That was the thought she carried as she threw herself at Ashley, full throttle, trying to drive her back. In most instances, this would’ve been a futile attack. While Lisa was no small woman herself, Ashley was a heavyweight and firmly in that class. Gravity wasn't on her side.

But this wasn’t just normal Ashley, it was Ashley with a hurting leg, and that? She could deal with that a little better.

So back, back, back, Lisa drove her until she’d slammed the redhead against the wall. It was a decent step in evening up the score between them, sure, but it came with the price of exposing her back, which Ashley began hammering with reckless abandon, landing crushing blow after crushing blow on her aching spine. A little more of this, and she would be on her knees.

She had no intention of going there alone, though. As she took each shot, her hands came up, scrambling and scrabbling until they grasped Ashley’s hair and gripped tight. She pulled the woman’s head down until her chin was against the top of her skull, then leaped up and dropped to her knees, driving Ashley's jaw into the top of her skull as she executed a crushing jawbreaker.

"Guhh!"

Ashley huffed once the police woman crashed into her with that spear, pushing the Red Menace all the way back onto the wall... if only she had had better footing at that moment, if only she hadn't lost her balance right when she struck... she could have sent this damn annoying woman crashing back onto the concrete floor without any trouble... kneed her in the face, or anything else, just to protect herself and counterattack...

"Dammit!" Instead, she looked like a fool... unable to stop Lisa, almost hopping on one foot as she was eventually slammed against the alley wall behind her, another hard hit... further pushing the air out of her lungs... Ashley held onto Lisa to avoid falling... The Brit was hurt, but she was far from done...

"Damn you!"

She fired a series of hammering blows to the police's back, a vicious attempt to push her away, to free herself from being pinned against the brick wall. If the Raid wanted to get close and personal, Ashley would make her regret it! She was determined to force Lisa down on her knees, but just before she could make it... the Raid's hands came up, grabbing her mane at the sides of her head...

"The fuck... are you d-..." Ashley would never finish the phrase, for she was about to be dragged back to the floor, with her head hitting the top of Lisa's skull with a vicious jawbreaker...

"Pfff!" A burst of spit and some traces of blood flew out of Ashley's mouth as her head snapped back with an abrupt movement... she hit the wall again, this time leaning against it with both hands holding onto her aching jaw.

Fucking hell, fighting this woman was like fighting a damn freight train. It was easy to forget they were in different weight classes sometimes, Lisa was tall, and neither of them cared to wear tight clothes that would make their physiques stand out, at least not when they were casual. But god, she was one of her, pounding her, pushing her, Lisa could feel every ounce of power from this woman. It was ridiculous.

Even against the wall, she felt like she had a disadvantage against this woman, as she hammered away at her back and battered her spine. The jawbreaker had been a move of desperation. No guarantee it would work.

It did. Thank god.

At the least, it stopped Ashley’s assault long enough for Lisa to roll away, and with a garbage can for support, pull her way back up to her feet. She leaned on it for a moment, breathing heavy, sweaty already dripping down her brow.

Okay. Enough of a break.

Lisa reached down, gripped the garbage can with both hands, picked it up over her head, and hurled it at Ashley with all the power she could muster.

"Arghh... This... bitch..." Ashley held her pained jaw with both hands, her back pressed against the brick wall.

"This... goddam... BITCH!"

She couldn't talk, but she had already thought out a hundred curses for the cop; This incredibly insufferable woman simply couldn't stay the fuck down... even after being thrown around and pummeled... she always had to fire back... Ashley was quickly reminded of all the reasons why she hated the Raid... and the more she interacted with her, the more time she spent in her presence... that feeling only grew, adding more wood to the fire...

Last time they met, Lisa had come out on top... something that Ashley had not forgotten at all, despite it being months ago; and now, finding herself once again standing before that same woman, the feeling was more vivid than ever. And the promise to pay her back...

But the fact that Lisa just kept pushing back only enraged Ashley even more...

"Grahhh!" Ashley raised her arms, forced to block that garbage can thrown at her, but this one basically burst open upon impacting her forearms, covering the Brit with grime, trash, and liquids of dubious origin...the worst part was having food leftovers sprinkled around her entire body... thankfully, the thing wasn't too heavy, so she barely got any damage... but the consequences had been arguably worse...

Shaken by this, Ashley stared at her stained arms and clothes for a couple of seconds... a shocked expression taking over her features before casting a murderous look back at Lisa...

"I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

Almost as if she were possessed, the fuming Brit ran toward The Raid, firing a series of crushing punches: a hook to her head, an uppercut to her body... and if she managed to dodge or block these two, Ashley would throw a furious boot straight at her gut...

Ashley was stronger than the last time they fought.

It was hard to say for sure; Lisa couldn't be 100% about it, but she typically had a good memory for this sort of thing. Having fought the Red Menace twice, she probably had a better idea for what she was capable of than most, having tasted it all firsthand. She could’ve just caught her on a good day, but the woman seemed more focused, more driven, more powerful, more everything than usual.

She’d been hoping the garbage can could level things, which was a weird thing to say, but it was true. As it turned out, though, the thing wasn’t quite as sturdy as it had appeared. Instead, it just spilled out all over Ashley, covering her, staining her. Which, of course, made her mad.

Madder.

She came in wild and swinging, and all Lisa could do was raise her guard and weather the storm, or at least try to. The punches rained down on her guard and left her arms numb wherever they hit, battering her from side to side, but the real danger came from below, as Ashley’s boot flew up and found a new home in her stomach.

Lisa folded over, gagging and grasping her stomach, before she dropped down to one knee. As much as she wanted to get up and return fire, her body simply wasn’t giving her the option at the moment.

Ashley's night had gone from bad to worse pretty much as soon as she left her apartment...

Everywhere she looked, there was an absurdly long line of people waiting to enter... crowded streets all around, and annoyingly packed avenues, filled with cars and... even more people! It was the absolute worst... and to top it all off- she was now covered in trash while fighting undoubtedly the one individual she hated the most!

"Graahhh!" She yelled, letting out all that accumulated steam as she cut the air with her arm, driving a fist straight onto Lisa's guard... it didn't matter if the cop had managed to block the attacks or not... the sheer force they carried was enough to make her flinch... There was zero technique, nor any kind of actual planning... just pure violence, and the need to hurt this woman... which was usually the case whenever Ashley's emotions took over like that...

The front kick struck The Raid squarely in the stomach, forcing her to drop to one knee while clutching her aching abdomen. In the end, there was no response, no quick-fire counterattack; that was how Ashley knew she had landed a solid blow...

The Red Menace smirked; a villainous smile slithered on her lips... walking closer to the downed woman, the redhead was not done yet... Ashley would attempt to wrap one arm around the back of Lisa's neck, trapping her in a front headlock, while grabbing the back of her jeans with the other hand, keeping her tightly in place... if she managed this, the Brit would swing her opponent around, slamming Lisa violently against one of the alley walls, putting as much effort into this as she could; Without letting go of her grip on The Raid, Ashley yanked her back, swinging her in the opposite direction to crash her against the same wall once more. Only then did she release Lisa, letting her collapse to the ground.

"How's that, you fucking prick?!" Ashley yelled, raging... Turning her back for a brief moment to grab the same trash can that had been thrown at her.