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

[Afterhoursclub]

The bloodied redhead made her way towards a dazed Lisa. Ashley was furious. Still feeling the effects of repeated headbutts. Not to mention the red trail coursing across her face. Cursing her opponent, the Brit was set on making Lisa regret every single life decision she had made up to this point.

Ashley grabbed her opponent's hair and pulled her up without any care, then she wrapped both arms tightly around her waist. She was setting Lisa up for a German suplex. Ashley squeezed hard, one last act of disdain before the big move.

And then, the redhead pulled with all her might, looking to lift her opponent high into the air and slam her right back down with a devastating maneuver. If only any of that had actually come to happen.

Ashley pulled but Lisa didn't buckle, The Raid grabbed the ropes tight and held onto then for dear life. Ashley was carried by her own momentum, her grip slipping from Lisa's torso as she stumbled back one step before realizing that Lisa was already on the move with her next strike.

Ashley didn't believe in luck, she thought that everything in life was a consequence of our own actions. But, if there was one time the redhead was going to allow herself to feel lucky, it was gonna be now!

The Raid's wild guess together with that one accidental step that Ashley took while attempting the German suplex, had left her just out of range from Lisa's explosive elbow strike, which passed a few centimeters short of the redheads' nose. Ashley would have never managed to react on time.

Her eyes filled with anger, she took advantage of the short opening to fire her hand forward and grab Lisa by the neck, squeezing as hard as she could in the process. If she managed that, Ashley would grip tight and attempt to lift Lisa up once again, however this time it was with "The Crimson Fall" her finishing move.

Ashley would slam Lisa down onto the canvas with a violent chokeslam-like maneuver.

[BlackAkuma]

Though the two had only been fighting for a relatively short amount of time, every second of it had been intense, dangerous, and most of all, informative. Lisa could say with certainty what this woman was and was not capable of, enough to know that, if she had managed to land the German Suplex, it would have very well spelled the end for her. She was still reeling from the headbutts, the last thing she needed right now was another severe shock.

That being said, Ashley had to be in a bad way, too. If she just connected with this elbow, then maybe…

No.

Lisa hissed when the blow sliced through the air, moving so swiftly that she could hear it whistle, even over the roaring crowd. She’d dodged it? How? Ashley wasn’t that fast. Were her instincts that good? It couldn't have been stupid luck.

It didn’t matter, either way. She would just have to try again, swing around, and-

Hand at the neck. Squeezing, crushing, holding her with an implacable grip. Lisa reached up to pull it away, but it was too late. She was up, she was flailing, she was falling, and she was falling hard.

She wasn’t a heavy woman, but she hit like a meteor, rattling the ring and a few seats beyond. She bounced up, then came down with hers arms stretched out, laying there as an unmoving mess.

[Afterhoursclub]

The Raid was a tough opponent, possibly one of the fiercest Ashley had faced during her time as an active member of the LAW roster. The brunette managed to dodge, counterattack, and quickly respond to Ashley's offense throughout the whole match. Both wrestlers faced each other on equal terms, not out of respect for a challenging opponent, but out of a desire to overcome what each saw as an obstacle in their path. Perhaps, there might have been an ounce of admiration, but it was well hidden behind the sheer animosity displayed in the ring.

For that reason, whenever one managed to get the upper hand over the other, it was sure as hell that whoever it was would take full advantage. And that's exactly what Ashley was planning to do! Lisa, barely missing her elbow, was left wide open for a brief moment, and the redhead didn't let it go to waste. Clenching her hand tightly to the Raid's neck, Ashley didn't attempt just another move; She went for her finisher: The Crimson Fall.

The Brit lifted Lisa in the air with one arm while she used the other to adjust her position better, and with a firm gesture, she violently slammed her back-first onto the canvas; The whole structure shook at once. The force of the maneuver almost brought Ashley down to her feet due to the momentum it carried, but she remained up, gazing at her writhing opponent on the ground.

Ashley dropped down over Lisa and hooked one of her legs with an arm in a pinfall attempt.

"Let's see you get out of this one, love!" Ashley said sarcastically while keeping the leg up. The referee dropped right next to them to initiate the count:

ONE!

[BlackAkuma]

That was Ashley’s finisher.

Granted, Lisa didn’t kno Dw that for a fact, she wasn’t 100% familiar with the woman’s arsenal of moves, and it wasn’t as if she hadn't been delivering heavy hits all throughout this match. But the woman had put no small amount of force into this impact, as if she’d dedicated a significant portion of her power for the effort more than with any other move. As if that wasn’t proof enough, the way she’d moved in for the pin with confidence and the words she spoke told the story. She thought this was the end.

Was it?

The referee’s hand came down a second, and Lisa blinked, fighting through the fog. She was aching all over, her back was a wreck, but she wasn’t done. As the hand fell for a final count, she put her all into the effort and jerked up, rising with a sudden burst.

”Thr-”

Escaped, just in the nick of time. As much as she liked to play her matches seriously, even she couldn't resist a little smirk as she flopped back down. ”How was that?”

[Afterhoursclub]

That was it! The Crimson Fall dropped Lisa clean on her back, slamming her with force onto the canvas, it was as good as Ashley had ever delivered the move. The redhead smirked the whole time. -It was over.

Ashley dropped herself on top of Lisa and hooked her leg up. Waiting for the pin to reach the count of 3 without any interruption. Ashley had managed to land the move on a few of her previous encounters, and every time it granted her the victory. Every time she stood back up with her fist raised in the air. She saw the referee dropping to their side and the hand coming down once, twice... and finally...

"She's up!"

"WHAT?!"

Ashley felt herself being pushed up by none other than The Raid. The Brunette raised her arm just in time before the referee's palm hit the mat for the third and final count. The pin was broken, and with it, Ashley's hopes for finally putting an end to the match right there. She heard Lisa's mocking response to her rhetorical question while sitting in disbelief.

The disrespect, the sheer annoyance, the wrath she was feeling at that moment, the Brit turned around and stared at Lisa with anger. Ashley didn't say a single word; Her face did all the talking for her.

The furious redhead leaped at Lisa, who was still lying on the mat, dropping down right behind her. She wrapped her arm around her neck like a chokehold and squeezed her tight:

"You want to keep going?" She squeezed even harder. "Fine! Let's keep going, then!". She was raging, but deep inside, she knew this was an issue: her go-to finisher had failed, and knowing her opponent, it might be nearly impossible to get Lisa again with another Crimson Fall.

[BlackAkuma]

Yes, no question about it now - that had been Ashley’s finisher. If it wasn’t, there was no reason the woman would be this incensed about her kicking out of it. From the look on the Brit’s face, she would’ve thought she’d done something to insult her religion, maybe said some cross words about her familiar. Certainly not something as innocuous as kicking out of a pinfall.

And yet, Ashley looked like she might very well have wanted to rip her head clean off. This didn’t happen often, it seemed. Lisa took some small amount of pride from that.

She wouldn’t be able to enjoy it long, however, as Ashley’s warpath brought her back on the attack, quickly swooping her way after a quick temper tantrum. Lisa was just sitting up when the woman came up behind her, wrapped those thick arms around her neck, and gripped her tight, looking to put her down the old-fashioned way.

Lisa wouldn’t be cowed so easily. Gritting her teeth, she pulled at the grip with both hands as she planted her feet on the canvas and rose, trying to stand while the Brit continued her squeeze. She waited until they were almost up, then reached behind her head, gripped Ashley’s hair tightly, kicked out her legs, and fell into a hard sit, attempting to smack her foe’s face against her skull as she descended.

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley squeezed hard, firmly coiling her thick arm around The Raid's neck, cutting off her air and blood supply. "I'm gonna make you regret kicking out!" she whispered into her opponent's ear. Her bicep tensing against Lisa's skin. It didn't matter; Ashley had decided on taking her down one way or another. It wasn't pretty, nor a very showy maneuver, but it was effective, and that's all she ever cared about. Putting The Raid to sleep and then pinning her, it sounded like a good plan. Ashley might even give her a second Crimson Fall, just for good measure.

The redhead went on with her thoughts and didn't realize the moment Lisa began to power her way through the move, pushing both of them up to a standing position. "You still have some fight left in you, seems like..." She adjusted her grip, holding her opponent even tighter. "I'll just have to-" Ashley didn't get to finish her sentence, she got abruptly cut off when she felt Lisa's hands gripping her hair, and suddenly her head pulled down to the canvas.

A hard thudding noise was heard when Lisa dropped down to a sitting position, bringing Ashley with her. The redhead's jaw smashing against The Raid's skull in a brutal Sitdown Jawbreaker. Ashley's head jerked violently back after the blow, and she staggered in a daze. Gripping her aching jaw with one hand. She went down on one knee. "Hmph!" uttering muffled curses through her fingers.

[BlackAkuma]

That chokeslam should’ve finished her off.

Lisa knew her own limits and was perfectly aware of how much she could and couldn't take, enough to know what would finish her off and what she could survive. She could say with no small amount of certainty that Ashley had more than enough power to end her already, and her ability to endure was surprising even herself.

Stubbornness? Perhaps. But she liked to think it was something more than that, something more visceral and simple. The Brit had lit a rare fire in her, and she refused - simply refused - to let her win, not as long as she had any fight left to give.

So, she fought, and once again managed to turn the tables on her foe, dropping her with the jawbreaker and leaving her stunned. A quick look over her shoulder told her all she needed to know for her next move.

Lisa pushed up to her feet and went into a staggering run, moving behind Ashley’s kneeling form. She was slow at first, but she picked up speed with every step, moving faster and faster, until she reached full speed, she just as she hit the ropes.

Lisa bounced off, came rushing back towards her opponent from behind, and lunged towards with her leg rising, looking to hit her in the back of her head with a running knee, looking to land her own finishing move: 240.

[Afterhoursclub]

The Brit was feeling a ringing in her ears and a sharp pain throughout her jaw. The sudden jawbreaker had left Ashley momentarily stunned. She cursed at Lisa; every time the girl seemed open and helpless, she managed to turn things around somehow. The Brit made a mental note of this; this might be one of the craftiest opponents she had faced so far. And these repeated counters and sudden attacks were taking their toll on her; Ashley's bloodied face was proof of that.

Clenching her jaw with one hand, checking if it was still in one piece, Ashley found herself down to one knee until she regained her focus. The redhead felt something heavy rushing by her side. The Englishwoman raised her head in alarm and realized there was no sign of Lisa.

"Where the hell did she go?!" Ashley peeled her eyes, but the moment she was about to turn, she felt a hard smack in the back of her head. Her whole body was thrown forward by the force of the strike. The hit alone almost knocked Ashley out right on the spot; the fact that the redhead landed face-first on the canvas didn't make matters any better. She ended up facedown, sprawled on the mat with a lost look on her face. Her eyes were open, but any sign of conscious thought had completely disappeared.

[BlackAkuma]

240 = Assault and Battery. She’d actually wanted to call it the Driveby, but there was already a regular wrestling move that went by a similar name, and Lisa didn’t see the point in getting them confused. Either way, the term definitely applied, and it was an effective move to use as her finisher. Few things could rock you more than a knee to the back of your skull, a move that you couldn't see coming, couldn't hope to prepare for.

Ashley was tough, almost supernaturally so. But she was still human - a messy, grungy, rude human, but human all the same. This had to take her out.

Lisa would’ve preferred to stay standing after the attack, but she was still aching from Ashley’s last blitz, and executing that attack took too much out of her. She fell to her back , collapsing next to her fallen foe, and scrambled over her a moment later, pushing her over to her back, grabbing her leg, laying across her chest and going for the pinfall. The referee slid over to start the count, and Lisa allowed herself a long breathe of relief, glad she could put this one to bed.

”1…!”