L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Every kick.

"Ughhh..."

Each sudden jolt of pain.

"Arghh...!"

Every punishing strike, all of it taught Ashley a valuable lesson. Now standing on the brink of defeat, like a mighty castle whose walls crumbled under the enemy's relentless pressure, the redhead knew that the only person responsible... Was herself...

For a moment, time seemed to slow down for Ashley. Lisa's kicks, battering her body blow after blow; the ecstatic crowd, cheering the violence nonstop; the arena lights, blooming in the background; her own crimson locks, heaving in front of her face each time her body reacted to the thunderous strikes. Everything appeared in slow motion in this brief instant of introspection. "N- never...

...again..." Short sentences, even in her mind... She couldn't put together anything else in her current state.

"Oouuff...!" A particularly hard kick brought the Brit out of her trance, and back to her ruinous reality: Covered by a thick layer of sweat, reddish marks and bruises all over her skin, fatigue and burning pain running all across her figure. Breathing through her mouth, her eyelids feeling heavy...

Slowly, she began to fall forward. Her tired arms hung limp at her sides, offering no protection whatsoever... And yet, she didn't fall. She was caught by Lisa half way through.

The Raid pressed one elbow against Ashley's throat, keeping her upright while pinning her at ring side. A chocked gurgling escaped her lips... And there, with her eyes half open, she crossed stares with the brunette.

Lisa's challenging words reached Ashley despite her precarious state, and at that moment... Between ragged breaths, the redhead could muster a few sentences...

"I-...

I'll get you... back for this..."

Ashley winced at the pressure on her throat, but she had one last dart.

"Stupid... crybaby..." Shooting back at their backstage encounter, and how much Lisa had to beg for this rematch.

A pained smirk drew on Ashley's face.

Lisa was sweaty. She was aching. Her body was a mess, hurting all over, full of the damage she’d accrued during this hellish match. She had bruises, she had fractures, she likely had broken bones, and she would be feeling the damage from this fight for weeks to come. Maybe months.

And yet, somehow, she swore she had never felt better in her entire life.

Every kick she landed on Ashley’s body sent an electric thrill through her system, a feedback loop that she fully indulged in. This was the sort of punishment she had wanted to give to this woman since they met, since she first saw that irritating smile on the bitch’s face. This was the way things were meant to be, and it finally felt as if the universe were correcting itself.

She had everything she wanted, now - almost. Here, with Ashley pinned against the ring and at her mercy, so close to defeat, she wanted one last thing from the Briton: Submission.

That might’ve been too tall of an order, though, as all she got back from the woman was that same defiant smirk, holding onto the last vestiges of her dignity. She couldn't have possibly thought she still had a chance to win - no, this was designed to taunt Lisa, to piss her off more than she was by default.

It was working.

In a cold fury, Lisa jerked forward and brought her knee into Ashley’s stomach, driving it home with all the force her powerful legs could muster to bend the woman in half. With her back open, she reached back, snagged her wrist, and attempted to put the cuffs on properly this time.

And she would make sure they were tight, too. Just out of spite.

There was not much left... Ashley knew her situation was grim, to say the least... her chances of winning, if there were still any, were too slim... And still, she was not gonna give Lisa the pleasure of hearing her beg, asking for mercy, or even accepting defeat... as long as she still had a voice, she would continue to fire back at the brunette with whatever she could... For the redhead knew that if the roles were reversed, nothing would save Lisa from her rage. She would pummel this woman until her arms fell off... and she would do so with a grin the whole time...

There was no point in thinking about any of that now... Ashley stared back into Lisa's eyes. keeping the same smirk drawn on her features.

"Fucking...

Petty..."

She continued to diminish the woman holding her by the neck. That was until a hard knee strike slammed against her abs, lodging deep into her core, causing her entire body to buckle over Lisa's leg, while forcing the air right out of her lungs.

"Oughhhh!" Ashley's eyes went wide, her cheeks puffed, and her mouth widened with a burst of saliva. She hunched over, with her head pointing down, staring directly at the floor, with strands of her hair falling in front of her face. She was drawing long breaths, trying to get air back into her system almost involuntarily. During all this, she felt The Raid pulling her arms behind her back, and then: -click-

"I'm... so...

She continued between heavy breaths.

"Gonna... fucking... get you back..." Ashley repeated.

That click might have been the most satisfying thing that Lisa had heard in her entire life.

It was Pavlovian. As a cop, she knew she wasn’t supposed to enjoy arresting people. That wasn’t a sign of solid mental health, and she could almost hear her supervisor giving her shit about it…but there was something primal about doing it. The finality. The certainty. Knowing that you just sealed someone’s fate. It was especially good when said person deserved it, and Ashley? She had it coming.

The woman’s words were music to her ears, but if she thought that threat was going to have an effect on Lisa, she was sorely mistaken. Just to make that absolutely clear, she grabbed Ashley by the shoulder, wheeled her about, and gave her a quick slap across the cheeks. She wanted petty, she would get petty.

”Keep talking. It makes this so much more satisfying.”

Lisa grabbed a handful of Ashley’s fiery hair, tugged it tight, and proceeded to pull her around the ring, making the long perp walk towards the police car. It wasn’t just about winning the match, it was also a humiliation ritual - one last way for her to twist the knife, before she put this whole thing to rest.

The redhead was still winded, the knee to her stomach had done a number on her, she was drawing short breaths while trying to remain standing up.

That clicking sound she heard, Ashley knew instantly what it meant, and a quick tug with her arms confirmed her suspicions, she had been trapped. Locked tight with her wrists hooked on the handcuffs behind her back. Her blood was boiling, she was seeing red but even herself knew the limits... And the laws of physics... She was not brute forcing her way out...

Ashley sighed, tired and beat up... There was not much left to do for her... She had thrown everything she had at this woman, and still she remained standing tall before her. As much as Ashley could keep talking, she knew that it wouldn't help her in her current predicament, but at least it would feel good... She was definitely not going to give Lisa the satisfaction of hearing her submitting...

But the moment that slap landed, right after Lisa lifted her up and they came face to face again, the moment her cheek was struck by Lisa's hand... All the anger Ashley had been suppressing exploded in an instant. The insult... The mockery and the humiliation she felt were enough to once again make her lose her mind...

"You.." she bared her teeth, staring daggers back at Lisa, and as soon as The Raid attempted to drag her towards the police car, Ashley shot her head forward to Lisa's face, a Savage headbutt born out of the sheer hatred that was waking up again...

Ashley couldn't use her hands, but she remained dangerous enough to hurt Lisa.

"Fuck you!" The fuming redhead yelled.

The match was over. At least, as far as Lisa was concerned, it was.

She had gotten the better of Ashley, come out on top of their hellish match. Her opponent was in handcuffs, so all that was left for her to do was to drag the woman back to the police car. Even if she put up a fight, so what? She had no arms. The two of them were evenly matched in normal circumstances, so there was no way the helllion stood a chance when she was like this.

Or so Lisa thought. Reality, however, had other plans.

Lisa should’ve known that something wasn’t right the moment she saw that fire in Ashley’s eyes again, not something she wanted to see from a woman in handcuffs who was about to lose a match. She paid it little mind, not seeing the Briton as a threat, and that was her mistake - she very much was, as she proved when she rose, lashed out, and rammed their skulls together at deadly speeds, filling the air with the sound of crashing coconuts.

Lisa was left starry-eyed and stumbled as she reeled from the blow, trying in vain to make sense of her rocked world. She took a few steps back before gravity got the better of her, and she fell to a single knee while she cradled her aching skull. ”You…” She blinked a few times, trying to see through the reddened haze. ”You have got to be shitting me.”

Much like a wounded beast, Ashley stood before Lisa- enraged and with nothing to lose. She couldn't use her arms...

"So what?!" She still had plenty of tools to grind her opponent into the ground. The Brit shook her head to clear her vision from the damp strands of hair clinging to her sweaty skin. She staggered a little, for the damage and the exhaustion remained, but now she had Lisa in her sights.

Her eyes were brimming with rage. She was drawing heavy breaths, going well past the limits of her stamina, but she didn't care. The redhead took a few steps toward her foe, trying to adjust her position. The cuffs were particularly tight, yet another source of pain for Ashley.

"Let's see you win after I bash your fucking head in!" Ashley yelled, lifting one foot and firing a boot directly at Lisa's face. The move itself was sloppy and lacked the speed and power that Ashley's Big boots usually carried with them, for the match had taken its toll on the Red Menace. But this didn't keep Ashley from fighting back; as long as she was breathing and conscious, she was going to make sure Lisa didn't feel safe, not even for a single second.

It wasn’t so much the headbutt that was leaving Lisa stunned, but the sheer audacity of it all. She had absolutely not expected this level of aggression to come from Ashley, hadn't even contemplated that she - a woman in fucking handcuffs - could actually get the better of her and put her on her ass, but nonetheless, that was precisely what happened.

This woman. God, this woman. ”You are fucking cockroach!”

She was just starting to recover when Ashley came in again, raising up her foot for the obvious stomp. It wasn’t as if it was hard to guess where the attack was coming from, but that didn’t mean Lisa was in any position to stop it - her arms came up, blocked the blow, she was nearly knocked on her ass again, sent staggering back.

Enough of this. Enough, enough, enough.

Lisa let out an Amazonian war cry and charged forward, looking to tackle Ashley and ram her into the police car. Come hell or high water, the bitch was getting in that damned thing, even if she had to drag the woman every inch of the way.

Ashley anger manifested into a violent headbutt that rammed straight against Lisa's head, sending the policewoman down to one knee. However, the Red Menace wasn't satisfied with this alone. Lisa had angered her beyond belief, and she would spend any energy she had left attempting to turn the woman into a bruised mess, even if she could only use one leg to do so!

"I am going to murder you!" she yelled, just before lifting her foot again for a second stomp. There was no way she would just let The Raid drag her around freely, at least not without putting up a fight, or as much as she could without being able to use her arms entirely.

However, just before she could make contact, Lisa let out a bloodcurdling scream... startling even the redhead halfway through her attack. It was the loudest she had ever heard Lisa be, which was quite something to say, considering how much they had screamed at each other in both of their encounters.

Suddenly, Lisa charged at her like a bullet, interrupting her attack and ramming her shoulder into her exposed gut.

"Ughh!" A hollow THUD was heard, and then Ashley was lifted off the ground. Being carried all the way toward the side of the police car.

-CRASH- There was another thunderous slam as Ashley's back collided violently against the car, shaking the vehicle entirely, prompting the alarm to go off for the second time in the match.

Needless to say, but having that alarm blaring in her ears - again - was not doing wonders for Lisa’s temperament. She was already annoyed by Ashley’s stubborn refusal just to roll over and die, but now she had that headache on top of it, pounding into her skull even as she pounded Ashley against the car.

She staggered back after the impact and clutched her head, then shook it as she tried to recover from all the mounting damage. As her vision cleared, she once again glared Ashley’s way, staring at her with a look not unlike one reserved for a toilet that refused to flush properly.

Lisa came in again, reached up, and grabbed hold of Ashley’s head, gripping tight and digging her claws in. ”You dumb bitch. You fucking stupid bitch.” She pushed forward, pressing against Ashley and pinning her to the care. ”I want to end this quick, but you just had to make it difficult, huh? Fine.”

With her grip still on Ashley’s head, Lisa spun about, reered back, and lunged forward, attempting to ram Ashley’s face on the hood of the car, driving her down with all of her force behind the hellish, heelish blow.