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

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Hard Time (Non-Hentai)
Victory Stipulations: To win, a wrestler must first incapitate their opponent with handcuffs, then take them down to the police car at ringside, throw them in the backseat, and shut the door.

***

This was silly. Lisa knew it was silly. But that wasn’t going to stop her from doing it, anyway.

In the time since she challenged Ashley Morgan to a rematch and now, when she found herself in the gorilla position waiting for said match to start, she’d had time to cool down and acknowledge that she was being a bit pigheaded about this whole affair. The Briton had beaten her fairly and squarely, hadn't cheated, hadn't exploited some unfair advantage. It was a rough, dirty fight, but it was a clean victory, and a part of her wanted just to admit that, accept it, and move on with her life.

There was only one problem, however: Lisa was a stubborn woman. Something about this match was sticking in her craw, and she could not, would not, let it go. She could beat Ashley, that lightning wouldn’t strike, and tonight she proved it. To the world? Possibly. To herself? Definitely.

So, when her

hit and it was time for her to come out, she did so with a proud stride, emerging from the curtains and make her way down the ramp with bold steps. The crowd wasn’t too thrilled to see her, but that was to be expected - she represented authority, respect, justice, not exactly virtues in LAW. She ignored it all and instead focused on her path - more precisely, on the police car that was parked at the bottom of the ramp.

She took a moment to step around it, looking it over and taking note of the design. It was a Japanese model, slicker than the ones she’d driven back in the States, but it was familiar all the same, enough to give her the briefest flashes of nostalgia. A bit of a tighter fit in the backseats than what she was used to, so getting Ashley stuffed back there would not be an easy task. She would manage.

Lisa rubbed her shoulder, gave it a final look, and made her way into the ring. Sure enough, each corner had handcuffs hanging on them, ready for use by the combatants, and she promptly made her way over to her own corner, picked up a pair, and leaned against the ropes as she waited for her foe to come out…

[Afterhoursclub]

A few days had passed since the match between Ashley and Lisa Vazquez. The fight wasn't pretty... It had been one of the toughest encounters the redhead had faced in her career, something anyone else would have acknowledged and even praised their opponent for. But not Ashley.

For The Red Menace, it was just another victory under her belt, she had left the arena bruised and limping, but at the end of the night, she had been the one left standing... And that was the only thing that mattered to her.

Ashley had realized something else too: Lisa was probably among the sorest losers she had ever beaten. Following Ashley backstage right after their match, just to wine and cry about having lost... Pestering the redhead for a rematch as soon as possible...

A rematch that Ashley ended up accepting pretty much just to be rid of the crying cop girl.

"A police car... Seriously?"

Ashley was at a loss, arriving at the arena on the night of the encounter and reading the stipulations chosen for her rematch with The Raid. "You gotta be joking..." Ashley smirked ironically.

The Red Menace stood in the backstage area, already wearing her wrestling outfit. One hand massaging her brow, not out of nervousness but out of pure anger. This was dumb.... The whole idea surrounding this new encounter with The Raid, and she was gonna make sure Lisa regretted every second.

As soon as Ashley's theme song blasted throughout the speakers, the redhead appeared through the curtain. Her gaze fixed on Lisa the whole time she walked down the ramp, until she reached ringside. Standing right next to the police car. She looked at the vehicle for a few moments before shaking her head, still having a tough time believing that this was a real thing.

Ashley slid under the bottom rope and in an instant, the redhead was face to face with Lisa.
"You could not pick a dumber idea for this match, could you?" She was quick to tease.

[BlackAkuma]

And there she was.

Lisa breathed deep as Ashley came marching out, the two of them locking eyes in an instant and holding them all the way down the ramp. She could only speak for herself, but her body remembered this woman well, and all the pain she’d incurred was coming back to her with phantom sensations. The Red Menace was a wrecking ball of a woman, and while she was confident she could pull off the win this time, she had no delusions that it would be a tall order. This was going to be a long, painful affair.

As it should be. Nothing less would satisfy her.

Hands on hips, she made her way towards the center of the ring as Ashley took a moment to gaze at the police car. The look on her face told Lisa everything she needed to know about her opinion on the matter, and even it didn’t, she made her feelings known a moment later.

Lisa waved off the criticism with a dismissive shrug. ”It’s an ambulance match with an extra step. This is far from the silliest thing you’ll have to do in this company.”

She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against the woman’s, pushing against her and daring her to press back, jostling her like they were two rams locking horns. ”Do you have more jokes to make? Get them out of your system.”

[Afterhoursclub]

"Nahh, the biggest joke is standing in front of me right now!" Ashley replied; for a change, her words were filled with more mockery than anger. Still, this didn't deter Ashley from pressing her head hard against Lisa's and pushing back with equal strength. Like two unstoppable forces, they were already locked in battle in the middle of the squared circle, even before the bell rang.

The air inside the ring was thick; there was genuine animosity between the Red Menace and The Raid. Ashley still remembered their last encounter; she remembered what it took to put Lisa down and the painful aftermath of that match. "To hell with it!" she thought, brushing all doubts aside. She had beaten this woman before, and she would do it again... and again... and again-

As many times as it took to leave things clear and prove who the superior fighter was.

"When I'm done with you, you'll wish you had picked an ambulance instead..." Ashley abruptly pushed forward with her head with slightly more strength, a gesture looking to get Lisa off of her face rather than overpowering her. The redhead turned around and walked in the direction of her corner. There was no point in teasing anymore; this was going to be a battle, and she needed to get her head in the game.

Cracking her knuckles, Ashley began rolling her shoulders, leaning against the turnbuckle while getting ready for the starting bell.

[BlackAkuma]

They were on the same page, it seemed. When Lisa looked into Ashley’s eyes, she saw a glare that couldn't be too different from the one she wore. It told her everything she needed to know - that the woman she was facing had the same mindset, that she was every bit as aggressive as she was, and that she wouldn’t stop until one of them was a battered, bloody mess in the back of that police car. Perhaps not even then.

All well and good. No more need for preamble, then.

She let Ashley have the final word, then backed off and slid her way back towards the corner, leaning up against it for a few quick stretches. Her mind focused, bringing up some of the strategies she’d devised for this match, the different ways she would go by things. She was a woman who learned from her mistakes.

The bell rang, and as tempted as it was to come rushing out and take the offensive, Lisa made her way out with careful cautious steps and circled the ring, staying well outside of her foe’s range. She would dash in every now and then, tempt Ashley into action, but she would never commit. She was testing. Assessing. Waiting. Banking on her foe making the first move and trying to goad her into it.

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley couldn't help but feel a slight sense of satisfaction. The Raid was a smart woman, perhaps almost as vocal as herself when pushed too much... And leaving her effectively speechless was like a small victory in Ashley's book. "The first one of the night" she thought.

Walking back to her corner, getting ready for the starting bell. The redhead knew this would be a tough encounter, perhaps more so than their first match. But Ashley knew she had an advantage: Lisa needed this fight, she desperately craved the chance to prove herself...

Losing that first encounter left such a mark on her that she had to chase Ashley until she agreed to have a rematch, and as long as she held that card in her hand, she could control the match.

After the starting bell, Ashley didn't wait long to go and start to fuck around with Lisa. She remained in the middle of the ring, watching The Raid circling around her, taking her time to attack. Normally, this would piss Ashley right off, but tonight the Brit had other plans.

"Huh!" Ashley reeled one arm back, as if trying to throw a heavy punch in an attempt to make Lisa retreat..

A fake-out, just after her ruse Ashley would drop down and roll right out of the ring, standing at ringside with a smug grin on her face, her eyes fixed onto Lisa's, waiting for her reaction.

[BlackAkuma]

In Lisa’s mind, the gameplan was a foolproof one. Simple, but effective.

Ashley’s advantage was, of course, brute force. While Lisa was strong enough to slug it out with her for a time, a head-on confrontation would only ever end with the Briton on top. As such, she needed to take a more indirect route this time around and better use her speed and striking ability to make this a game of attrition. In that arena, she was sure to win.

As she came out and put that plan into action, she moved with a confident air, knowing she could bait Ashley in and work her over. She kept her feet moving, stayed on the ball of her toe, always read to move, always ready to-

…wait, where was she going?

Lisa quirked an eyebrow as Ashley dashed out of the ring and took up position on the outside, confused for a moment, until she caught that shit-eating grin on the woman’s face. ”Fucking cunt..” She muttered under her breath and sneered her way as her fists clenched tight. So that was the game they were playing?

Fine.

Lisa started to step bac and turn away from Ashley, only to suddenly rush forward, dip down, and slide out of the ring in a single, fluid motion. The moment her foot touched the floor, she planned to lash out with a swift side kick, hoping to catch Ashley before she could launch her own attack or make an escape.

[Afterhoursclub]

The look on Lisa's face was everything Ashley needed to see to know that her little trick had worked to a tee, aggravating the woman right on the spot. That was exactly what Ashley needed. She had to get in her head before unleashing her conventional offense. If she managed to push The Raid to act carelessly, she could turn things in her favor rather quickly. For Ashley had fallen prey to this tactic many times herself.

"Aw, what's the matter with that face?" Ashley continued to tease "You are looking bitchier than usual, darling". Staring at the woman inside the squared circle. Suddenly, Lisa turned.

"Is she...?" Ashley frowned, only for a split second before Lisa began to run at full speed in her direction.

"Was she gonna jump?, was she about to slide?" A multitude of questions invaded Ashley, seeing the raging gal getting closer to the ropes. "Should I dodge?" the redhead pondered for a moment, not sure if she even had enough time to step aside. Then, she made her choice.

"Fuck that!" Ashley remained in place, waiting for Lisa to reach her. The Brit had decided to tank the attack. A bold strategy, and usually what she chose to do at the beginning of every match: Push right through her foe's attacks and dish some punishment of her own.

-SMACK!- Lisa's kick caught her right on her side, a pained grunt escaped her lips as the impact shook her entire body. But she endured, gritting her teeth and wrapping her arms tight around the brunette's leg. She let out a wild, guttural scream while turning her body around, holding Lisa firmly in her grasp.

"Grahhh!" With a determined twist, Ashley swung Lisa around, slamming her hard against the side of the police car stationed at ringside. The car's alarm was activated right away, its sound only rivaled by the ecstatic cheering of the crowd.

"This is what you wanted, no?" Ashley shouted "You fucking chose this!"

[BlackAkuma]

This was going to end poorly, and Lisa knew it was going to end poorly, and she did it, anyway. In her defense, there wasn’t much she could do about it. She had to get outside, she had to bring the fight to Ashley. The only other option was to wait inside the ring and let the smug little bitch get her rocks off while she waited, and that was simply not an option.

So, she came, and she struck out immediately, hoping to catch Ashley before she could do whatever it was she was planning to do. In this effort, she had success. Her kick found its target, landed cleanly, and her opponent suffered.

The only problem was that it didn’t stop her.

Lisa tried to pull away as the arms came around her taut body, but Ashley was deceptively fast for her size, and there was no escaping her at this range. She was lifted up, swung about with frightening ease, and slammed against the side of the police car, which filled the arena with its blaring klaxon in response. It was so loud that Lisa could barely hear what Ashley was saying, but even if she couldn't, she would’ve gotten the gist.

”You’re goddamn right I did.” As she sagged against the police car, Lisa reached over, grabbed the sideview mirror, yanked it clean off the car, and attempted to smack Ashley in the face with it, looking to create some space and stun the brutish brawler.

[Afterhoursclub]

The car's alarm system filled the arena with its symphony, accompanied by the loud cheering of the crowd. The Red Menace took a moment to look around... "You see that?" Ashley was genuinely surprised by the reaction the spot got. Her attention drifted back to Lisa on the floor next to a big dent in the police car's door. "They love to see me kicking your ass!" The redhead continued. "Why don't we give them some more of that?"

Ashley lunged down, looking to grab a hold of Lisa's head and pull her back up again; However, as soon as she got close enough, The Raid turned around quickly with a heavy object in her hand. Ashley peeled her eyes: "What?!" In just a mere second, she was smacked in the face with one of the car's sideview mirrors, her head snapped to the side, and she staggered back, holding her pained cheek with both hands.

"Arghh...FUCK!" she cried out loud in anger, but the pulsating pain was too much to ignore; she needed to soothe it down before attempting any offense. The Brit backed up until her back pressed against the ring apron, focused on checking if there was any bleeding.