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

[Afterhoursclub]

"Guhh...!"

The slam against the car was hard, and loud. It left Ashley gasping for air. She leaned against the vehicle for support. Breathing through her mouth, while keeping one eye on Lisa. At this point, Ashley could barely stand on her own... Her rage could only carry her so much through the pain and exhaustion. She was at her limit...

When Lisa's hands cinched on her head, all Ashley could do was wince and return a furious look at the brunette, had she been in better condition, she would have gone for another headbutt right there and then...

"Screw you..." Were Ashley's words, locking eyes with The Raid. She knew Lisa was angry, and of course, Ashley knew that she was the sole responsible of said anger... This gave her a slight sense of satisfaction among the chaos, drawing a sudden smirk on her tired face- yet another thing Lisa was not going to appreciate.

Then, Ashley's world turned into a blur abruptly as her head was dragged down and violently slammed against the hood of the car, denting the metal cover and leaving her stunned with her cheek pressed against the hard surface. She remained in that position, leaning down on top of the hood while the entire arena spun in front of her eyes.

[BlackAkuma]

”Screw me?”

Somehow, Ashley’s simple words ticked Lisa off more than if she’d gone into a rant. It wasn’t just what she said, but how she said it: that defiant energy, that hateful stare. Even now, beaten to shit, she still acted like she was in charge of every goddamn thing, as if she had any say in how this was going to go from here on.

It was still egging Lisa on, even after she slammed this woman’s face into the car. Throwing her into the backseat just would not be enough. She needed to make a statement. ”Come here.”

With her hand tight on Ashley’s hair, she dragged the Briton over ot the side of the car, opened the door, and shoved her inside on her back, but she didn’t shut the door. Instead, she came inside along with her, crawling over the woman’s body and taking up positon on top of her - a scene that, for a moment, made the audience go wild with lewd ideas.

They needed to get their mind out of the gutter. Nothing intimate was about to happen, but it would be quite personal.

Lisa reached over, grabbed the seltbelt, and tried to wrap it around Ashley’s neck, turning it into a makeshift noose. She squeezed tight on, trying to create the maximum pressure, so not a single whiff of air could slip.

She wanted Ashley hurting. Afraid. Asleep.

[Afterhoursclub]

She was dazed, feeling like her head was about to explode as the crowd, the lights, everything around her seemed to be spinning uncontrollably like a carousel. Ashley had a lost look on her face, her mind still trying to process the impact.

"Ugh..." A faint groan escaped her mouth while she was being pulled from the hood of the car, Ashley's legs where wobbly, barely keeping her up. Although Lisa's grip was the only thing preventing her from just falling to the floor. The redhead felt burning pain on her scalp, being tugged aggressively by The Raid, and toward the side of the vehicle. The clicking noise of the car's door gave her and idea of what was going to happen next. And suddenly, she was shoved right inside the police car.

Ashley back was pressed against the seat, starting directly at the interior of the car's ceiling. "Oomph" another grunt by the redhead as she felt Lisa's weight falling on top of her, forcing the air out of her lungs. Ashley tried to wiggle, but there was not enough room to shake Lisa off, nor she had the strength to do so.

She was trapped under The Raid, and only able to watch as this one grabbed the seatbelt and tied it up around her neck. "Ack..." Ashley shook her head, trying to make things as difficult for Lisa was she could, but it was pointless. Soon, she started to feel the asphyxiating pressure of the belt tightening around her throat, quickly draining her of what little consciousness she had left. Her face started turning red, as her legs kicked uncontrollably the interior of the patrol car, until suddenly her energy began to fade... Little by little...

Ashley opened her mouth in a silent scream while her eyes slowly started to roll to the back of her head...

[BlackAkuma]

”Go to sleep. Just go to sleep. Go to fucking sleep, you stupid, stupid-”

While it was a far cry from the spectacular, heavy finish that she’d pictured, Lisa was well past the point of giving a shit on the specifics of how she put this bitch down. Right now, what she wanted, what she craved with a burning passion, was to see the light go out of Ashley’s eyes. To see her broken and demolished. More than anything she wanted that smart mouth of her closed, and this was the best way to do it.

Ashley was tough, maybe the toughest woman Lisa had ever fought. But while she was a beast of a human, she was still human, and brought all the limits you would expect with that. She didn’t go gently into the good night - she fought, struggled, shook her head in defiance. It made no difference, though. She was fighting the inevitable. Lisa simply closed in tighter, more resolute than ever.

It happened. It took longer than it had any right to because Ashley was a freak, but it happened.

Lisa waited a moment after the woman faded, making sure she was really out and not just pretending, before she finally eased up on the hold. Breathing heavy, drenched with sweat, she slowly pulled away from her rival and for a moment, she simply stared at her. As if she couldn't process what she was seeing.

Almost over, almost done. One more thing left.

Lisa shoved Ashley’s leg into the car, stepped back, and slammed the door with all the power she could muster, making the noise echo through the arena. The crowd cheered, the bell rang, and her theme music played - she’d won. Finally.

Lisa barely reacted to any of it. A fog was coming over her, as the adrenaline dumped and the damage of the match caught up to her. Dozens of aches and pains, countless injuries. All of it, crashing down at her.

She made it exactly three steps before she passed out and fell flat on her face.

[Afterhoursclub]

Match Winner:
Lisa Vazquez