Between Snakes and Devils! - Ashley Morgan VS Chalia

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One VS One
Submission Match
Victory is obtained by making your opponent tap out with a submission maneuver.

By now, this had become almost a routine for Ashley. A new night in the LAW Universe, and a new opportunity to prove to the crowd and to any funny wrestler around who was feeling lucky, why it was a bad idea to stand on the opposite corner of the ring with her. The Red Menace had taken part in a wide variety of encounters already, each one against strong opponents who had tested her mettle and her resiliency to the utmost limit... and each one more annoying than the last.

"A bunch of insurmountable and obnoxious losers!" The words Ashley would often use to describe any of her past adversaries. For Hell would freeze over before The Red Menace praised anyone who wasn't herself. And tonight, things seemed to be heading in the same direction- A submission match against another girl whom she had never met before. "You are just waiting to piss me off, don't you?" Ashley would think, seeing a picture of Chalia for the first time. Already feeling annoyed just by the looks of her soon-to-be opponent.

Lacing her boots, putting on her gloves, and making sure her hair looked as good as ever, the Englishwoman prepared to step into the entrance ramp as soon as her theme song: Enemies by Eleine blasted through the speakers. She stormed through the curtains, appearing before the crowd once again, a familiar face among LAW spectators.

"The following encounter is a submission match!" The announcer's voice filled the arena. "Entering first, from Cambridge, England - Weighing 175 pounds - She is The Red Menace, Ashley Morgan!"

Ashley began her march down the ramp, the clanking noise of her boots hitting metal accompanied her along the way, a stern look on her face. Her eyes were fixed on the squared circle, without losing time with silly gestures for the fans or dumb smiles for the cameras. Whenever Ashley stepped into the ring, the Red Menace meant business, and she would steamroll anyone who didn't take things seriously when facing her.

Grabbing the second rope, Ashley would pull herself up and into the ring, pacing across the canvas like a wild lioness entering her den, glaring at the crowd, inspecting the faces for a few instants before walking to her corner and leaning her back against the turnbuckle, patiently waiting for her opponent to come.

Ashley Morgan

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Chalia was about to hit a new milestone - fighting a heavyweight. That's right, she's never faced off against a heavyweight before. Although 140 pounds might not have been THAT extreme difference, with the two women being simillar height as well, Ashley was was visibly more muscular than her. Despite that Chalia wasn't much concerned about facing off against her - if she fought men larger than her, and won, she can win again.

Chalia entered without music or introduction, as she didn't particularly like this part of wrestling - and looked down upon people that did use that, viewing them as clowns putting on a show for other people's enjoyment. That she'd never do!

The Snake Assassin entered the ring seamlessly, eyeing up Ashley now that she was face to face with her, briefly and rather carelessly. She sighed, and turned to the red haired woman.

"Yeah, whatever" she sighed with a condescending smile "Nice to meet you, kiss my ass, etc. I really don't have much time for this" Chalia put arms above head, stretching her shoulders before the fight

"Unless you got something "smart" to say," she rolled her eyes, clearly hoping that's not the case "I suggest we just get into our corners, and get it over with. Please don't make me pretend like this is a close match up."

Chalia

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Ashley was waiting in her corner, this was usually the part where her opponent's theme blasted through the arena speakers and they began their ridiculous routine descending down the entrance ramp. However, nothing of the sort ever happened... Instead, a slim gal dressed in green garments appeared through the curtains. There was no introduction for her either. The redhead frowned as a confused look found its way to her face.

The girl wore a seemingly disinterested attitude, with a sassy tone coating her words. Downplaying Ashley like if she was nothing the moment both stood face to face, a gesture that would not go unnoticed by the redhead. Feeling the sting of the insult still lingering, Ashley looked to return some of the snark.

"No... Why waste my breath with a walking corpse..." Ashley shot back, heading to her respective corner for the starting bell. "Let's see how long it takes for that cockiness to turn into begging..." Was the last thing she said before turning her back on Chalia. The Red Menace was eager to begin.

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Chalia sighed at Ashley's word, equally eaget to prove her wrong. She turned her back, took off her heels and tossed them outside of the ring, so she can be fully ready to fight. With both of them in their corners, showing readiness to start the match, the ball rang signaling they can start.

There was no reason to waste time or give Ashley the first move, Chalia ran up to her opponent, and raised her leg, aiming to kick the redhead in her jaw. It's a simple, and straightforward move that makes sense. If Chalia manages to hit her head with her shin, it should be enough to give her space for a good follow up, unless her enemy turns out to be either quick enough to dodge, or counter her attack, or durable enough to not be shaken by a strike to the head.

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Ashley was not the quickest fighter in the promotion. The redhead knew how to run and close the gap quickly if she needed to take advantage of an opening or punish a failed maneuver against her. Still, speed wasn't her best attribute... However, when the redhead had you in her sights, rarely anything ever escaped her; she could think fast and devise ways to counter anything thrown at her.

And now, right at the starting bell, The Red Menace's eyes were fixed on Chalia, and when this one decided to charge against her as the opening move, she was ready. "Hmph..." A gesture of disgust with her lips. Keeping her attention focused on the approaching threat. Ashley let Chalia run the entire ring in her direction, and when this one jumped in the air, aiming a heavy kick towards her face, the heelish redhead didn't take long to bend back enough to move her head out of the impact zone.

Ashley waited for Chalia to fall to the ground again before attempting her own attack. "Fool!" Then she lifted one leg, pointed the heel of her boot directly at her opponent's face, and launched herself forward with a powerful Big Boot.

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The thud of the Big Boot reverberated through Chalia’s skull, sending a fresh wave of stinging pain down her neck. It wasn't just the physical blow; it was the humiliation of it all. Her meticulously planned opening, meant to establish dominance, had been swatted aside like an insect.

She tasted blood - a metallic tang mixing with the gritty dust of the ring floor. A hot flush crept up her cheeks, burning with shame. To be taken down so quickly, so utterly… it felt like a public dressing-down.

Idiot, she berated herself internally. You rushed. You left yourself wide open. Now, it's not JUST about winning anymore; it was about reclaiming her dignity! About erasing the image of herself sprawled beneath Ashley’s boot.
Chalia wanted to scream, to lash out, to prove she wasn’t a fool, wasn’t some clumsy amateur. She settled for just growling, trying to shift her face so she can death stare Ashley

"Gh! You-!"

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Feeling the heel of her boot smashing squarely against Chalia's cheek was incredibly satisfying for the redhead, like kicking a ball in just the right angle and with just enough force to score a long range field goal. Ashley smiled, with her eyes fixed in her opponent's crumbling figure.

"Where's all that smack talking now, love?" She teased, with the sole purpose of infuriating her foe, and judging by Chalia's reaction, she was successful.

"Oh! Careful, darling..." The Brit continued, watching the downed girl looking a thousand daggers in her direction. "You could pop a vein..." Her words filled with fake concern. Ashley didn't ever try to capitalize the opening her big boot had granted her, she was enjoying too much just making Chalia mad at the moment.

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Chalia’s face is pressed hard against the mat, Ashley’s boot digging into her cheek. The crowd boos loudly, sensing the cruelty, but honestly Chalia didn't care much about getting the audience's sympathy. And most likely neither did Ashley about losing it. She writhed in anger, feeling like a defeated animal being put on display. But she's not defeated yet! She might be trapped, but the kick to her face wasn't something so painful she wouldn't be able to fight back anymore.

Gritting her teeth, she plants her feet firmly on the canvas, digging into the mat. She HAS to get out of this stomp! With a sudden surge of power, Chalia arches her back in a fierce bridge, lifting her hips off the ground, hoping thatpressure will force Ashley’s weight forward, throwing her offbalance

"HAAA!"

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Ashley continued to squish Chalia's head like a grape. Putting her entire weight into the heel that was now leaving its mark on the girl's cheek, feeling her struggling in a vain attempt to break free. The redhead continued to smile, even resting her elbow on the knee of the leg currently crushing Chalia.

"Watch out, Hon..." she teased, "don't want anything happening to you... yet". She proceeded to grind her boot as if she was putting out a cigarette right on her foe's face.

However, she heard a sudden scream from the trapped girl, something that caught her by surprise due to how loud it was. A testimony to Chalia's anger. Then, the green-clad girl turned her body, lifting her waist and pushing Ashley's leg.

"What...?" Ashley momentarily lost her balance after her boot slid across the girl's face and fell abruptly back on the canvas with a resounding thudding noise. The redhead staggered a few steps, trying to keep herself from falling on her side.