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

[BlackAkuma]

Lisa gripped the ring apron tightly, but it offered her little support, and she was forced to one knee. Already hurting this bad, and the match had only just started? That was not a good sign. They hadn't even attempted to handcuff each other yet, and it was becoming a more dismal prospect with every passing moment. Pinning your opponent’s shoulder to the canvas was a comparatively simple thing, but holding them down, getting the cuffs around their wrists…

It would be hard with anyone. With Ashley, it was going to be a near Herculean task.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to get it done, mind you. Just needed to be creative, pick her spots, and as she dropped to a knee and Ashley came rushing at her, she saw a good one.

Lisa’s wandering hand scrambled under the ring, and luck was kind, just this one - she found precisely what she was looking for. Her hand gripped the steel tight, pulled from under the apron, and swung the chair at Ashley’s as she came running towards her, looking to divert the blow and give her opponent no small amount of pain along with it.

[Afterhoursclub]

It was a golden chance: Lisa was wide open and barely able to manage on her own. Feeling the effects of Ashley's punishment early in the match. And The redhead had no plans of stopping any time soon.

Although, Ashley was by no means unscathed herself, she was in a far better position. Running at full speed in The Raid's direction, looking to score a field goal with the girl's torso. The Red Menace smiled: "You are going to FEEL this one for a long time!" Her threatening words and sadistic intentions were enough to startle a few people in the front row seats. Ashley imagined the feeling of her shin ramming hard into Lisa's ribs, and the sweet symphony that would come right after!

However, and much to Ashley's dismay, she got too lost in her own thoughts. Missing the moment Lisa pulled something from under the ring...

Something heavy... And hard...

-CLANK-

"Aaarrgh!.... Mother f-...!" Instead of Lisa's soft side, Ashley's leg had a harsh encounter with the hard, cold metal edge of a steel chair. The redhead saw everything white for a moment, as an electric feeling creeped right through her limb.

Her face was contorting painfully while she was left limping on one feet, struggling to remain vertical. "Fuck...

...FUCK!"

She cursed all the way to the barricade, to which she held onto for support after telling off a few fans that were standing too close. "Get the hell away!"

Ashley leaned on the barricade, waiting for the pain to wear off...

[BlackAkuma]

Lisa wasn’t a sadist. She didn’t take pleasure in hurting others, even if it was her job to do so. She had met people like that, even in her time on the force, and she always hated them. Every once in a while, you’d come across someone who got off on the authority of the badge, who liked to see criminals squirm just for the sake of it. Bullies in disguise, who had no business wielding absolute authority. She had no patience for it.

But she would be lying if she said she didn’t get a little thrill from whacking Ashley in the leg with that chair.

The revenge was just a bonus. It was effective above all, knocking the woman off her trajectory and giving Lisa the space she craved. She looked on as the woman went staggering away, howling as she went, making no shortage of noise. Good. Let her suffer.

She wasn’t done, either. With the chair gripped tight in her hand, she put it to good use. First as a crutch, using it for support as she rose back to her feet and stabilized. Then...

Lisa gritted her teeth, fought past the pain, and came charging towards her opponent with the chair raised high. As soon as she was close, she swung it around at full speed, trying to smash Ashley’s back with a brutal chair shot, putting all the force she could muster behind the blow.

[Afterhoursclub]

For Ashley, the entire world around her disappeared abruptly...

The crowd, the lights, even the ring... Everything became an afterthought. Only the stinging, pulsating pain in her shin prevailed, paralyzing her right on the spot. At one point, she began to wonder if her tibia bone was effectively broken. Caressing her leg, the redhead momentarily forgot about the match. A decision that would soon prove to be ruinous.

-SMACK-

"GRAHH!" The hollow noise of metal impacting hard with her defenseless back filled the arena, quickly followed by Ashley's pained cries. Her body arched in response to the burning sensation running through her entire being. Her fingers curved like claws at her side while contorting, and writhing painfully.

Lisa's chair shot came completely unexpected for the redhead. But it was her own fault after leaving herself open for so long. Ashley staggered trying to "walk the pain away", still limping after the first clash with the chair. She took a couple of steps looking to put some distance between her and Lisa, if only to gain a few instants to try to recover.

[BlackAkuma]

She broke the chair.

Ashley broke the damned chair.

Or, to be more precise, Lisa broke the chair on Ashley’s back. She wasn’t quite sure how that happened, exactly. Maybe she swung a little too hard, or maybe the Briton just had an unusually hard spine or maybe LAW didn't spend good money on folding chairs, which would make sense.

Whatever the case, Lisa’s impact broke the chair at the hinges, leaving it a jangled mess of metal, too unwieldy to use for a weapon. Not a big deal, she preferred using her fists and feet, anyway. She only needed the chair to swing the moment back in her favor, and it had certainly accomplished that.

With Ashley stumbling away, Lisa stalked after, but didn’t stay too close. Once the gap was wide enough, she came rushing towards her opponent, leaped up, and shot her legs straight out all at once, attempting to slam her heels into the woman’s chest with a shotgun dropkick and knock her into the barricade.

[Afterhoursclub]

The match was quickly spiraling out of control for Ashley, the hit to her leg had been enough to momentarily put her out of commission; and now, the chair shot to her back had been almost enough to drop her entirely. Still, the redhead didn't fall, no matter how much every cell in her body was screaming.

She stumbled her way out of that tight spot, but inadvertently, Ashley had put herself in a worse position. Giving Lisa just the right distance for her next move.

"Gah!....

No..."


The Brit murmured, practically to herself as she caught a glimpse of the police gal quickly approaching at full speed, and with no way to defend in her current state. She was an easy target.

Lisa's feet found home straight into Ashley's chest, a hard strike that shook the Red Menace's whole body and sent her flying abruptly toward the barricade.

190. Lbs of pure muscle hit the corner of the barricade surrounding the ring in a thunderous clash, breaking it instantly and causing debris to fly all across the place. The spectators on the other side saw the incoming behemoth on time and managed to get out of the way before disaster happened.

The Brit lay motionless on the ground, a few faint groans evidenced her still conscious state, while surrounded by excited fans who were witnessing the match of their life from up close. With a couple being daring enough to take a chance to pat the hurt Menace on her back.

[BlackAkuma]

Lisa could say many things about Ashley - almost all of them negative. Just from their limited experiences with each other, she’d developed a laundry list of negative traits that would piss her off to no end. This wasn’t one of those cases where they might’ve been friends if things had shaken out in a different way - no, she was fairly certain she would’ve despised this woman, regardless of the circumstances in which they met.

But she was tough. Lisa would concede that much. The woman had the stamina of an ox, and that she was still standing after taking the heinous shot to the back spoke to her staying power. Just about anyone else would be down by now.

But Lisa knew how to fix that.

Her dropkick hit its target and, true to its name, Ashley was sent flying as if she’d taken a slug to the chest, even crashing through the barricade and into the crowd. That was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, and it left her foe reeling. Her natural inclination was to follow up and continue the beating, but Lisa recalled the rules of her own match - she could continue to fight Ashley out here, she was more than happy to brawl, but she needed to do so with a purpose.

Lisa hopped up on the ring apron, grabbed a pair of handcuffs off the corner, and promptly made her way back towards Ashley, only taking a moment to rub her aching back along the way. Once she was back to her opponent and looming over her, she reached down, grabbed her by the hair, and began pulling her up, trying to get her standing once more. ”No, no, you’re staying conscious. On your feet. I want you aware for all of this.”

[Afterhoursclub]

If there was one thing that drove Ashley more than anything else in life, it was her anger...

More than any goal, championship, or promotion in any other job she might have if she weren't a professional wrestler. It was believed that if a mountain managed to anger Ashley for any reason, the redhead would find a way to move it. Ashley's rage had helped her push through adversity many times in the past; she didn't know if it would have any large consequences in the long run, but in the present, it was entirely her adversaries, the ones who suffered the effects of angering the Red Menace.

All it took was one bad move, one badly timed hit... or simply Ashley disliking the person. And so far, Lisa has ticked all the boxes without failing, and in record time. The Raid was willing to stand where not many would dare... facing Ashley head-on, and at her worst- Perhaps, the Brit would one day show any sign of admiration, maybe even respect for her... However, that would be waaay long after she had broken every bone in the woman's body first...

Multiple times...

Rising from the rubble like a dormant beast waking up from a long slumber, Ashley felt different... her hands were trembling, but not from the pain; any discomfort she was feeling was currently being suppressed by the unyielding anger she was trying to contain. She gritted her teeth with such force that her mandible started to fatigue, and she quickly turned her attention to the side, glaring at a poor boy whose dream of being front row on a LAW show rapidly turned into an encounter with the devil itself.

The furious redhead's eyes fixed on what the boy was carrying in his hand: a cup filled with liquid, some sort of gaseous drink... Ashley snatched the cup right out of the boy's hand with such force that half its contents spilled on the floor... still, enough remained for what she intended to do next.

The moment she felt Lisa's hands reaching down for her hair, a wild snarl escaped her lips... she hated this woman, she hated everything she stood for... and she hated her dumb, overly-serious, boring... BITCH FACE!-

Ashley turned quickly and splashed the cup's liquid straight into the Raid's face as soon as this one was close enough. If this managed to blind her, even for a single second, Ashley would unleash her fury without delay: The Red Menace would ball her right hand into a fist with such strength that a few of her long nails would break, and she would fire the heaviest, most violent right hook she had ever delivered- an attack filled with genuine hatred toward her opponent, aimed to Lisa's cheek.

It was not gonna be pretty, it wasn't going to be showy... but it would be hard and decisive... making sure Lisa would feel it.

[BlackAkuma]

The mission was a simple one: Handcuff Ashley, then drag her back to the police car and throw her in the backseat.

It wouldn’t be as easy as that, she expected the woman to fight her every step of the way, and she was perfectly prepared to beat her into submission along the way. But once she got these cuffs on her and had her trussed up, she expected her situation to rapidly improve. The hard part would be over, essentially.

With one hand gripping the cuffs, she reached down and dragged her opponent back up to her feet, intending to smash her in the face with them once she had a good shot. That would knock out whatever fight she had left, for certain. And it would be fun.

But that wasn’t to be. She was just reeling back for the punch when something - soda, she guessed - splashed her in the face. It took her a second to register what had just happened, and that second was more than enough time for Ashley to come in with a heavy strike across the former policewoman’s face.

She couldn't be sure what, exactly, she was hit with, but she could attest to the effects. A solid, damning blow that spun Lisa all the way around, making her drop the cuffs as she turned. Dazed, she threw out a sloppy, haphazard kick, before she fell against the announcer’s desk, then tumbled to the floor, flopping on her hands and knees.

[Afterhoursclub]

It was a massive hit. Ashley's fist sank deep into Lisa's cheek, knuckle meeting bone and shaking the living lights out of The Raid.

The crowd felt it... Ashley felt it... and without a damn doubt, Lisa had felt it too. The sheer force of the strike spun the brunette around and almost sent her flying. She was pushed back toward the announce table before falling in a heap at ringside on her hands and knees. On the other hand, Ashley was standing on her two feet again, smoke coming out of her ears as her rage consumed her inside. She kicked the barricade pieces away and marched in the direction of her fallen foe. Her fingers curved like claws, looming over Lisa like a hawk.

The moment she was close enough, the Red Menace finally spoke:

"Now... where the FUCK-..."

Using a different leg this time, Ashley fires a hard kick to Lisa's side before she can recover from the punch.

"...were we?- Oh, yeah! I was about to FUCKING hit you like this!" A second thunderous kick slams right onto Lisa's ribs again, almost lifting Lisa off the ground. That's when people realized, this was no longer a simple "grudge" match; these girls wanted to hurt each other badly. And professional wrestling was just being used as a tool to facilitate the beating.

Then, Ashley reaches down and attempts to seize both of Lisa's ankles. If she were successful, the Red Menace would cross Lisa's feet and trap The Raid into her submission hold, the "Hellbent." She didn't care if the move would not do anything to get her closer to victory; In the present moment, the only thing on Ashley's mind was making Lisa suffer...

HellBent