Green with a Vengance! - Ashley Morgan VS Green Machine

[Afterhoursclub]

The crowd was witnessing a complete massacre, but the deliverer was constantly changing...

Ashley had dished out some hard hits onto both of her foes, only to fall prey to their numerical advantage right at the next moment. The chaotic nature of the encounter had spilled outside the ring, where the three wrestlers lay in the middle of the table's broken debris.

Ashley rolled on her side, pushing herself up to a kneeling position. Her face was red, with a bleeding cut on her forehead. But right next to her was the writhing figure of Neo, still trying to pull the pen out of his back. She had stabbed him hard, with as much strength as she could muster in her compromised position moments ago. She looked to the other side and saw Ripley still out of it.

"Good..." Ashley stood back up, covered in sweat, bruises, and with a crimson trail running down her face. Her red mane covered half her features. She slowly walked to where the blonde fighter was... as she approached, her foot suddenly kicked a hard object: A folded steel chair, probably belonging to one of the commentators who was smart enough to run away as soon as the pandemonium reached their area.

Her face lit up with a sadistic smile. She picked the chair up on her way to Neo, and the next moment, she swung it as hard as she could. Making sure to hit the man's ankle with the edge of the chair's backrest. But Ashley wouldn't stop there; her bloodlust only growing with each swing, she lifted the chair again and brought it down with another savage strike, this time hitting Neo's knee. Systematically destroying the man's lower limbs, one punishing hit at a time.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Ripley lied in pile of chaos of carnage. The whole world drowned out. She did not see Neo save her. She did not see him now with a pen sticking out of his back, with Ashley on the prowl against him. She didn't she the redhead grab the steel chair. She didn't see Neo try to crawl away. She didn't hear Neo's screams as the chair was brought down hard on his ankle, or the bone crunch as it broke from the slam. She also missed the second slam as it was brought down now on Neo's knee, bending it the wrong way, tearing ligaments and meniscus. She started to slowly come to though now seeing the bad state Neo was in as he tried to crawl to freedom with one good leg as the redhead stood over him menacingly with a steel chair ready to slam it down again.

"Hey Fire Crotch!!! You're pretty ugly!!!. Ripley's head was still dizzy so she couldn't think of a better insult, but she hoped that would distract the redhead enough from continuing her attack on Neo. Ripley then began to try and get to her knees, extremely slowly and very wobbly the whole way.

Neo laid under the redhead, thankful Ripley was okay,she was worried when she hadn't stirred for awhile. But now he had his own problems. She had broken left leg in two spots. He cried and groaned in pain, trying to alleviate the pain in his leg, hoping that the redhead would leave him alone for a second.

[Afterhoursclub]

It had taken more effort than she anticipated, the numbers game almost got her several times during the match up, she had taken some heavy hits during the fight. But, finally.... Things were back under control, at least, it seemed that way.

Ashley had completely destroyed Neo's leg, she normally didn't went that far... But these people deserved no mercy from her.... Not after everything that had transpired. She kept pressing the edge of the chair against the blonde's shattered knee for a beat, taking great joy in the pain she was inflicting. Making sure he wouldn't move unless she wanted to.
Until she heard another voice.

Ripley was starting to get up, and as much as she hated Neo. The green haired gal was her main objective. She was done playing games with these two. She tossed the chair to the side, the Brit wanted to get her own hands onto this girl.

The heel of her boots slammed against the hard concrete at ringside as she made her way toward Ripley.

"I'm going to fucking murder you, bitch!"

Ashley grabbed two handfuls of her green mane, and yanked her up violently, throwing her against the steel steps next.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Neo cried in pain as the redhead pressed the steel chair against his now injured knee. His leg was busted now and he still had a pen sticking out of his back. Their opponent had done a number on him and taken him well out of the match, but Neo wasn't going to make this harder for Ripley. He may be screaming in pain, but he wasn't going to give up and submit. He was sure he could still find a way to fight, once the redhead left him alone for awhile. Relief soon came when Ashley turned her ire towards her other target as Ripley slowly came to.

Ripley still on her hands and knees saw the redhead stalk towards her tossing the chair aside. She sighed in relief. Neo was safe for now. Though that meant she was in danger. She felt a couple hard tugs on her hair as the Ashley grabbed handfuls of it before whipping her hard into the steel steps by the ring.

*CRASH*

Ripley had stumbled towards the steps and slammed into them hard, back first. She fell to her ass, gasping and groaning in pain. Her back arching trying to relieve it. "Fucking Bitch, Fire Crotch!!!" Ripley was in a bad spot with a very angry redhead heading right towards her.

[Afterhoursclub]

There wasn't a single ounce of mercy in Ashley's mind, just sheer anger and hatred. As moody as the redhead was, there were very few moments when she felt genuine disdain for something or someone- Ashley generally just told people off, or avoided anything that she didn't like for the most part.

But this couple, these... individuals.

Green Machine, as they called themselves. They had managed to drag the worst out of her. Ever since that fateful first encounter. It was true that the Brit had come out victorious, but that had been only the beginning of what would soon become a heated rivalry...

And now, she was making them pay for every single insult and every offense.

The fuming redhead walked to where Ripley had landed after the hard collision, and she clenched her face, covering Ripley's mouth entirely with claw-like hands.

"I'll fucking rip your throat out!" She yelled into the girl's face. "That would shut you up for sure!"

She pulled the girl's face and immediately slammed the back of her head against the steel steps.

"That would fucking shut you up!"

Ashley slammed Ripley again... and again... all while she continued yelling:

"Fucking... SHUT UP!"

The steel steps were pushed out of place with the force of the strikes.

[RipleyBelieveItOrNot]

Neo could only sit and watch at the moment as the redhead began her attack on Ripley. He watched as she roughly threw Ripley into the steel steps. "RIP!!! You gotta get out of there!!! Leave her alone, Fire Crotch!!! I can still kick your sorry ass with a broken leg!!" Neo attempted to try and get to his feet, but his broken leg instantly crumpled and he fell back down to the floor. He began to slowly army crawl in his belly towards the women.

Ripley was groaning in pain after hitting the steps. The redhead wasn't close to done with her though. She grabbed Ripley's head and slammed it against the steps. Ripley saw stars as her vision blurred.

*SLAM*

Another bash against the steps, had Ripley see back for a second.

*SLAM*

And another slam. Then another and another. Ashley kept bashing Ripley's head against the steps, till they had broken free from the ring and started to slide against the floor. Ripley's body had gone limp with her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her vision had gone black. She was truly out of it.

[Afterhoursclub]

Soon, Ashley's arm got tired... tired of slamming the green-headed gal against the steel steps. With a dismissive gesture, the Brit dropped Ripley to the side, taking a moment to catch her breath and regain some of her composure. She was letting out long gasps, her shoulders rising and falling, with strands of her crimson hair draped against the slick skin of her face.

She had lost control... these people had managed to make the Red Menace prey of her emotions, and Ripley had seemingly paid the price for it. Ashley looked around and saw a myriad of horrified looks, staring at her with fear- others were yelling, and a few were celebrating the carnage they had just witnessed.

Ashley turned back to the unconscious Ripley, and right at that moment- She made up her mind:

"I'm done with you..."

"I'm done with this farce of a match..."

The heelish redhead sought to end the encounter right then and there. She walked to the side of the ring, lowering herself to grab the bottom of the apron to reach under it, looking for something. This was a no-disqualification match after all, and she would have been a fool not to take any more advantage of it.

When Ashley rose again, she was carrying a bag. Filled with something heavy.

A sadistic smirk drew on her lips, gazing at the sleeping green-head on one side, then returning to Neo. Ashley turned the bag upside down and released its contents right on the floor: dozens of thumbtacks covered the ground, shining with the arena lights. Triggering a loud reaction from the crowd.