A Raid into hell! Ashley Morgan VS "The Raid" Lisa Vazquez

[Afterhoursclub]

Charging in like a bull, Ashley felt her shoulder slamming with force onto Lisa's gut, then she carried her foe all the way toward the corner-

SLAM!

Another good impact. Ashley kept pushing, looking to drive all the air right out of the brunette's lungs. Her strategy was working; She had The Raid trapped, but this one had a counter right up her sleeve against everything she had tried so far. And this time was no exception:

"Gugh!" The British woman suddenly felt a thick arm wrap around her neck. The Raid had locked her in a guillotine chokehold, too fast for Ashley to escape. On top of that, Lisa's legs wrapped around her waist, holding her in place.

Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth in a silent scream as Lisa tightened the hold. She felt desperate for a second, hitting the sides of Lisa's torso to try and break free, but it proved pointless. Her face turned red as she felt her eyelids heavier by the second.

Right before she lost consciousness, Ashley decided to gamble everything in one last risky maneuver.

"Screw this bitch! It was time to fight fire with fire," she thought. Lisa was locked in tight, but at the same time, she had left herself open...

Open for Ashley to try a hold of her own!

The fuming redhead took advantage of Lisa's proximity and wrapped her arms around her torso, safely securing a bearhug, and using all the strength she had left, she squeezed as hard as she could, her back muscles and biceps bulging against the brunette's core.

"Graah!"

She snarled, making sure to apply as much force as possible directly into Lisa's midsection, not caring if her arms fell off in the process.

[BlackAkuma]

Got her.

To Ashley’s credit, she was taking this move much, much better than anyone else Lisa had ever locked it on. Typically, a well-applied Guillotine Choke was enough to put an opponent down in seconds, or at least take the fight out of them. The Red Menace, however, was holding and fighting through it, showing off endless supply of grit.

One. Two. Three stiff strikes, ramming into Lisa’s sides. She winced at each one and bit back her cries, not wanting to give her opponent the satisfaction of knowing how much they hurt. It wouldn’t matter in a few seconds, anyway. Ashley was fading, going limp, and the lights would turn off at any moment.

When the redhead’s bulky arms wrapped around her waist, Lisa didn’t think much of them. Not at first. A little pressure, nothing she couldn't handle. But then those arms bulged, that pressure grew, and her waist shrunk. Crushing, squeezing, pressing at her waist, cutting deeper and deeper without an ounce of relief. It wasn’t just getting hard to hold the choke anymore, it was getting hard to breathe at all, and her body cried out for relief with each passing seconds.

Instinct won out after a few moments and she dropped the choke so her arms could occupy themselves with more important things, like fumbling at Ashley’s arms, desperately prying at them for even an inch of relief. All the while, she glared into her foe’s eyes and hissed through her teeth. ”Get. Off.”

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley's whole back tensed, applying as much force as possible into her hold while trying to survive Lisa's. It was an all-out and desperate gamble. If Ashley failed, she would end up passing out from the guillotine choke, spelling pretty much the end of the encounter for her. It was not an option.

Gritting her teeth and wincing, Ashley continued to struggle. She brought her arms closer together, squeezing the Raid's midsection between them, almost as if trying to split Lisa in two. "Come on!" she yelled through gritted teeth. Feeling mere seconds away from unconsciousness herself.

Luckily for the Brit, it seemed that Lisa was the one to give first, suddenly releasing her choke to try to break free from Ashley's tight hug. The redhead felt life coming back to her as she was able to breathe again. A sight of relief drew on her face as she immediately turned to Lisa. Adjusting her grip.

The Raid was trying to escape, but there was no way Ashley was gonna let her go now. She let out a savage roar. "Raahh!" The redhead doubled down on the bear hug. Now, out of the choke, she applied her full strength to the maneuver, making sure that Lisa would feel each and every agonizing second she spent trapped in it.

[BlackAkuma]

Power. Raw, relentless, undiluted power.

Lisa clamped her teeth down hard, refusing to cry out as Ashley bore into her sides with a merciless pressure. The gulf of strength between them was never more apparent than it was in this move, as her opponent’s arms swelled and dug deep into her body. While she was no weakling herself, she could never have hoped to crush a body like Ashley was doing. Couldn't come close.

Bones were cracking, muscles were being mashed to mush, and she got the distinct impression that Ashley wasn’t even at her full strength. She wasn’t about to tap - she was never going to tap - but the choice might not have been in her hands. She needed to breathe, and her flattened lungs were doing a poor job of it. She couldn't move much like this at all, though. Couldn't kick, couldn't punch anything worthwhile.

So she was left with one option. A painful option, but better than being defeated by a bear hug, of all things.

As Ashley exerted more pressure, Lisa threw her head back and cried out - partly in pain, but also a war cry. Psyching herself up for what came next.

She clenched her teeth tight, closed her eyes, and threw her head forward with a violent jerk, smashing their skulls together at full force for a brutal headbutt.

[Afterhoursclub]

"Grrh!"

Ashley snarled, finally regaining control of the fight. The Raid had been a real thorn in her side, counterattacking and seemingly finding a way out of every move Ashley tried. If Ashley were anyone else, she would have been praising the brunette throughout the fight.

Sadly, Ashley only had one answer for Lisa: violence!

Thick biceps crushing the body caught between them, Ashley applied as much force as she could into the cruel bearhug in which she had her opponent trapped. Every muscle in her upper body tensing, squeezing the life out of The Raid.

And Ashley? She was enjoying every second of it, a vile smirk on her face while watching her foe struggling uselessly. She tightened the hold. Ignoring the fatigue of holding someone as big as The Raid in place and for so long, the redhead was not going to let go no matter what!

The pained grunts escaping The Raid's lips told her that the move was proving effective, now it was only a matter of bringing her to the breaking point. A challenge that Ashley was happy to take on, however, this would prove to be more difficult than expected when suddenly Lisa pulled her head far back...

"What is she doing?" Ashley wondered when abruptly, The Raid shot her head forward in a violent headbutt, crashing square into The Brit's forehead.

The strike was hard enough to make Ashley stagger a little, leaving her dazed, but still she refused to release the hold, she kept her arms tight around Lisa's core, pressing harder. A pulsating pain in her head, but she chose to ignore it, at least for the moment.

[BlackAkuma]

That was a bad idea. It was the only idea Lisa could think of at the moment, but that didn’t change the fact that it was a bad idea.

As it turned out, Ashley’s head wasn’t just hard literally, but also figuratively, and smacking her skull against it was about as pleasant as ramming a cinderblock. Her entire world went snow white at the impact and it left her ears ringing, as a fierce pain shot through her brain. It brought her back to a car chase she’d had a couple of years ago - drunk driver on the freeway, had to take him out with a PIT maneuver. It worked, but the road was slick from an earlier rainstorm, and she’d wound up crashing into a ditch and smashing her head on the steering wheel.

This was slightly less pleasant than that, but at least it had worked. Ashley was staggering, and any second she would let her go and give her the relief she needed.

Any second now.

Any second…

…

Fuck.

She wasn’t letting go, the crazy bitch wasn’t letting go. Whatever insane power source fueled this woman, she had more than enough of it to keep her standing up and keep applying the pressure. Bad for Lisa, but she knew what she had to do - something insane. What was the definition of insanity, again?

”Let!” She swung her head forward for another headbutt. Shorter windup, just as vicious.

”Me!” Another one.

”Go!” And another.

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley was tough, like no other. She was a tank by definition. The British woman may not have been the most agile fighter in the ring that night, but she could definitely take a beating, and more importantly, she could deliver one.

The moment she wrapped her arms around the brunette's torso, she didn't let up at all. Making sure to put the squeeze on The Raid like an hydraulic press. Decided to put an end to the match right there and then.

However, there was another undeniable truth that soon came into play right at that moment: the redhead was not unbreakable either.

Even the sturdiest trees fell to the force of nature's strong, constant winds. And Lisa was nothing short of a hurricane.

The Brit was able to absorb that first headbutt, feeling a bit dazed but still remaining. But then came another...

And another...

The Englishwoman was forced to release the hold after one last thunderous strike, stumbling back and making the entire ring shake with each step she took. A ringing noise in her ears with the pulsating pain of an imminent headache. She brought one hand up to her forehead and felt a warm liquid bathing her features and dripping down her face, her head was busted open.

"Fucking hell!" the Brit walked to the ropes, trying to stop both the constant pain and the bleeding, hoping that Lisa was in a situation as precarious as her.

[BlackAkuma]

Lisa woke up on the floor.

She frankly wasn’t sure how she got there in the first place. She remembered ramming her head into Ashley’s face, time and time again. She remembered the deafening crack of skulls colliding, the searing pain going through her head, white hot bursts of light. BAM BAM BAM, and then-

Then she was here, on her back, looking up at the lights. A flash knockout? Either that or short term memory loss. She jerked up with a stark and instantly regretting it, as it made her headache so much worse. She flopped back down and winced, then tried to sit up again, this time at a slower pace. Where was Ashley, where was Ashley…

There.

She was reeling from the blows, too. Good. Lisa wasn’t in a position to capitalize, but at least that nonsense earned her a few moments of respite, as much as she could enjoy it with her skull split and a crimson stream working its way down her forehead. She rolled over, grabbed the ropes, and began the arduous process of pulling up to her feet, step by step.

The crowd was cheering hard, though. At least someone was happy.

[Afterhoursclub]

She gripped the ropes tightly, one hand over her aching head. Baring her teeth with a mix of both pain and anger, drawing in her face.

"Damn you!" She glared at her opponent, furious. That reckless maneuver had left them both in a sorry state; however, the Brit had decided to make Lisa's situation worse. Fighting through the pulsating headache, Ashley made her way toward The Raid, who was still trying to get back to her feet. When close enough, Ashley would attempt to grab a handful of the Brunette's hair to help her up.

Very far from being an act out of pure generosity, Ashley would stand behind Lisa, wrapping her arms around her waist and lifting her in an instant. If successful, she would slam The Raid right back onto the canvas with a hefty German Suplex, dropping the brunette onto the back of her head and neck. Looking to plant her into the mat.

[BlackAkuma]

Lisa couldn't see much at the moment - or rather, she could see, but everything was a hazard mess, giving her double-vision. It would correct itself in a moment, but for the time being she wasn’t in a good enough state of mind to even walk, let alone take the fight to Ashley.

So it was good, then, that Ashley was coming to her, and even announcing herself on the way. Lisa was still in the process of rising when the woman grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up, and she could feel those strong arms reach around her waist, the prelude to a German Suplex. Not something she wanted to take.

Luckily, she was still near the ropes, and she had options. When Ashley pulled her up, she gripped the ropes tight with both hands and held on for deal life, keeping herself ground with a white-knuckled grip. It would only buy her a few seconds before Ashley either tried the suplex again with more force to pull her off or switched to something else, but that was fine. All Lisa needed was a second.

She used that time to twist around, swing her arm wide, and attempt to clock Ashley in the face with a wild elbow. At least, where she assumed Ashley’s face would be. Her aiming skills weren’t the best at the moment, so she was winging it.