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

[BlackAkuma]

Lisa’s world was spinning, utterly rocked by Ashley’s hellish hit. It actually took her a few moments to properly register what had just occurred. She’d taken a solid hit, hard enough that it felt like some of her teeth were loosened, and her vision was a kaleidoscope, a hectic haze of flashing lights.

But even through that fog, she could feel the incoming tremors, hear the clop clop clop of approaching boots and see the hulking silhouette approaching her flank. Ashley was coming, and Ashley was pissed.
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Up. She needed to get up. She pushed at the mat, tried to rise, sluggishly working her way to standing, but it wasn’t nearly fast enough to get here before Ashley came in and launched a field goal into her ribs. The first knocked the wind out of her lung, and the followup knocked out what little air she was able to suck in after that, leaving her gasping and wheezing and coughing on the canvas.

That would’ve been good enough for most, but it seemed like Ashley was going for extra credit. The next thing she knew, Ashley was gripping her by the legs, crossing her ankles, bending her back into a…

…Lisa had no idea what this move was. A modified version of a Boston Crab, more or less. Whatever the case, it was painful damed painful, and it left her howling in pain. Desperate, aching, she dug her claws into the mat and crawled forward, even though there were no ropes to save her, as if she was acting on pure reflex.

[Afterhoursclub]

The match had been pure chaos right from the start, with almost none of it occurring inside the ring itself. They had beaten each other up from one side of the ring, starting at the police car, which had notoriously suffered the consequences of being trapped in the middle of a fight between Ashley and Lisa.

All the way up to the other side, reaching the announcers table, having destroyed part of the barricade in the process. The crowd was loving every second of the evenly matched beat down. However, things seemed to be going in the redheads favor at the moment. With Ashley successfully locking Lisa into one of her signature submission holds.

"I'm gonna break you in half!" The Brit yelled out loud, tugging Lisa's legs even more, feeling The Raid's body tremble under her weight. She wanted to make her opponent regret ever asking for this rematch by delivering an even greater punishment than in their first encounter. The Red Menace let out a blood curling scream as she gave one last hard pull to Lisa's legs, almost making the heel of her boots touch the back of her own head. Ashley finally released her foe's legs, letting them flop to the hard floor abruptly. The redhead stood up.

Perhaps, with a cold head, Ashley would have thought this as the perfect chance to go for the handcuffs. However, and much to her dismay, her extreme rage, undoubtedly a powerful tool at her disposal, often ended up blinding her from the most logical choices. With Ashley preferring to dish out even more punishment instead.

She walked up to the announcers table again, and cleared it up of anything that was on top of it: papers, pens, water bottles and small monitors. Yelling to the commentators to back off.
With a vile smirk on her face, Ashley went back to Lisa. If this one was still on the floor, she would yank her up by the hair yet again and drag her to the table.

"You are going to love this, Darling!"

[BlackAkuma]

God, Lisa was glad she took those yoga classes. She’d never wanted to, but an ex-girlfriend had poked and prodded her until she finally gave in and went for them, and it had been a surprising boon. She’d still been a police officer at the time, and it was a great way of dealing with the inherent stress of the job, and all the aches and pains that came with long calls.

Granted, when she took those classes, she’d never anticipated that, someday, a massive, pissed off Briton would be trying to fold her in half the wrong way, but that was life, she supposed. Sometimes, it threw curveballs.

Right now, those yoga classes were helping to make her current positions less excruciating, but it by no means meant she wasn’t feeling the pain. Far from it - it felt as if Ashley had somehow lit a fire in her spine, this aching, spreading agony that was working its way through her body. But she held on, persisted, endured. She had to let go sometime, right?

And she did, after nearly turning Lisa into a human pretzel. To Lisa’s surprise, the woman’s next move was to actually move away from her and give her a second of respite, but that surprise faded once she realized what Ashley was doing - clearing off the table. Setting up.

For what, Lisa didn’t know nor did she want to. Groaning, she started to push her way up despite the protest of her back, and had planted one boot on the floor when Ashley came over gripped her by the hair and forced her to rise the rest of the way. Lisa hissed through the pain, and tried to throw a couple of punches into Ashley’s side, but they didn’t have much force behind them, not nearly enough to do more than annoy a tank like this.

[Afterhoursclub]

"Guh..."

"Grahh..." Although lacking in power, Lisa's punches carried enough strength to become rather annoying pretty quickly, constantly hammering on her side. Ashley couldn't help but wince every time a punch landed on her ribs. Still, the Brit didn't release her hold on The Raid, she was set on continuing with her punishment.

"Graah... stop that!" angrily, Ashley delivered a hard knee to Lisa's gut, before yanking her hair again, continuing on her way toward the table. Ashley was set on destroying the announcer's table with Lisa's back, and she already knew the way to do it. "End of the road, hon'," a manic smile on the Brit's face, she fixed her gaze on Lisa's dazed look. The cop girl was still reeling from the hard kicks on her gut, and she was apparently too fatigued to resist.

The moment they were next to the table, Ashley grabbed Lisa's head and placed it under her arm, in a side headlock. Then, the Brit pulled one of Lisa's arms and wrapped it behind her head.

Letting out a Savage scream, the Red Menace lifted Lisa in the air, keeping her suspended in an upside down position over her shoulder, with her legs pointing upwards to the ceiling. Ashley held Lisa there while she adjusted the distance, making sure her opponent would fall right in the middle of the table.

If the redhead managed this without interruption, she would promptly let herself fall back, dropping The Raid with a devastating suplex right on top of the table, breaking it right on the spot.

[BlackAkuma]

Lisa might not have known exactly what Ashley’s Oman was from here, but it didn't take a fortune teller to guess that it was likely to involve a good deal of property destruction and be bad for her general health.

She made an effort at keeping that from happening with the punches she threw in her opponent’s side, but with her back feeling it had just been folded in half, that was a tall order, one she couldn't hope to meet. What she needed was a weapon, an equalizer, something to take Ashley odd guard with, like…

…oh.

Lisa had honestly forgotten she still had the handcuffs, but she had brought them over with her earlier, and yes, they were still in her possession. While she obviously wanted to use them for what they were made for, they had other uses in a pinch, and this situation definitely qualified as a ‘pinch’.

Time was not on her side, as Ashley was already lifting her up and preparing for the plunge. Lisa waited until they were at the halfway point, then gripped the cuffs tight around her fist, took aim, and drove the metal right into the Briton’s face, bashing her on the nose. It was too late to stop her from crashing through the table, but she hoped she could at least screw up Ashley’s trajectory with the surprise attack, make it suck for both of them.

[Afterhoursclub]

The Red Menace dragged her opponent across the floor, each step she took felt like a new nail for Lisa's coffin. Her eyes were fixed on the announcers table, her mind was set on the task what, and her patience... There was no trace of it anywhere...

Ashley couldn't wait a second longer, she needed to see this woman crashing through that table, she needed to see The Raid put down once again, she had to bring this match to a clear and decisive end, but not before tearing Lisa apart piece by piece, of course.

"You'll need a new profession after this" the Red Menace thought to herself, already savoring the sweet impact, and the cracking sound of the table's wooden cover. Once in the desired position, she gave Lisa one last look. Ashley's face was filled with anger, wearing a stern scowl. Not a single ounce of mercy in her mind; she adjusted her stance in preparation for the suplex, and hooked Lisa's head. Finally, lifting The Raid high up in the air, a showcase of strength and stamina. A display that the redhead had done many times before, and each time it ended with her foe's demise.

However, halfway through the motion, in the highest point of the maneuver, Ashley saw a little shiny object through the corner of her eyes, and coming straight at her. Then, she felt the coldness of metal colliding hard against her face... A -crack- sound, and the redhead let escape a bloodcurdling scream.

"Uurck!..." She immediately released the hold, letting gravity do the rest, and fell on her knees, holding her face with both hands.

[BlackAkuma]

In the good news, Lisa’s plan worked.

In the bad news, that plan still involved her crashing down into the canvas at an insane velocity. Her blow landed flush on Ashley’s face, and judging from the sound she made, it was every bit as destructive as she’d hoped, if not more. But she had only a second to enjoy it before gravity did its thing, she crashed into the announcer's desk, and…

It was not pretty. The desk practically exploded on impact, sending papers flying in every direction, scattering the miniature televisions, and leaving nothing but a wreckage of wires. In the midst of it, Lisa laid on her side, hissing and groaning as the pain worked its way through her system.

It was a small victory, the pyrrhic kind. As painful as it was, she had managed to keep Ashley at bay for a few precious moments with that blow, time she could use to make space between them. After a deep, guttural groan, she rolled over to her chest and began to crawl towards the ring, moving as if she’d just been in a car wreck.

[BlackAkuma]

In the good news, Lisa’s plan worked.

In the bad news, that plan still involved her crashing down into the canvas at an insane velocity. Her blow landed flush on Ashley’s face, and judging from the sound she made, it was every bit as destructive as she’d hoped, if not more. But she had only a second to enjoy it before gravity did its thing, she crashed into the announcer's desk, and…

It was not pretty. The desk practically exploded on impact, sending papers flying in every direction, scattering the miniature televisions, and leaving nothing but a wreckage of wires. In the midst of it, Lisa laid on her side, hissing and groaning as the pain worked its way through her system.

It was a small victory, the pyrrhic kind. As painful as it was, she had managed to keep Ashley at bay for a few precious moments with that blow, time she could use to make space between them. After a deep, guttural groan, she rolled over to her chest and began to crawl towards the ring, moving as if she’d just been in a car wreck.

[Afterhoursclub]

All Ashley heard was the thunderous noise of the table being destroyed behind her, she knew Lisa had gone through, it was too late too prevent it. However, regardless of the fact that her idea worked, she could not enjoy it, nor celebrate...

"Arghh...!" She was down, contorting on the floor with her face covered by both of her hands, screaming in agony. "What the FUCK was that?" She had no idea what Lisa had hit her with, it was too fast, and she had her mind focused on not messing up the suplex maneuver. But whatever it was, it had done a number on her, definitely breaking something.

The stinging pain on her nose rose all the way up to her entire head, the Brit crawled away from the wreckage until she found the side of the ring, she rested her back on the apron and continued to soothe her hurting face, it was all she could do in her present state. Hoping that Lisa found herself in a much worse position, but truth be told, the fight had taken a back seat for her.

[BlackAkuma]

Lisa was not in good shape, but she supposed it could be worse - at least Ashley was looking comparatively wrecked.

As she crawled, she looked over to her opponent, seeing her near the ring apron, reeling from the shot to her face. It was about the closest thing to an opening she could ask for, but the trick was that she had to be in a condition to take advantage of it. Since she’d just one through a table, that was debatable.

Fuck it. Fighting past the pain as best as she could, Lisa grabbed the apron tight and used it for support as she rose to face her foe. With her target locked, she took a moment to catch her breath, summon her strength, and then she was off.

It started as a hobbling run, but she picked up speed with every step, until she was going as close to her top speed as she could hope at this distance. She waited until the last second, then leaped up on the apron, slid along with her feet sticking out, and tried to hit Ashley with a Drive-By Dropkick.