Jeanne de Latimer Hastings Vs. Ashley Morgan - Valour and Menace

[Devastated]

There was little room for mercy in a wrestling match, and that was becoming rather evident between these two fellow country-women! Going at it with heavy moves and painful submissions right out of the gate! With the intensity only ramping up, it was Jeanne who took the chance here to perform a truly devastating submission hold on the powerful Ashley!

She walked around the ring, almost parading the Red Menace in front of the crowd, who loved the sight of it. Cheers echoed around the arena as the actions between these heavyweight powerhouses continued to not disappoint. Jeanne felt how Ashley continued to struggle, and how they were only growing more fierce...she could feel her grip on Ashley's chin being pried off. Not to mention lugging around with someone of Ashley's weight on her shoulder was no easy task, especially if she was going to frantically flail with her legs!

The brute force method was proving to work, as Jeanne clicked her tongue... "Fine! Have it your way..." she couldn't hold onto the hold for long and chose to abandon it as her grip was slipping. She attempted to dump Ashley behind her, huffing out for a second after....

Then the Crusader would make a run for the ropes, trying to rebound off them and come charging back towards Ashley. Her hope was the catch the red menace as she was rising to her feet and nail her across that sizeable chest with a running lariat!

[Afterhoursclub]

Just the image of someone of Ashley's size being held up and paraded across the ring by the crusader woman was enough to send the crowd into a wild frenzy, making sure that everyone in the arena knew how much they were enjoying the show... with everybody loving what was happening in the ring... everyone but the Red Menace herself...

"Grack...Fuck!"

Ashley gritted her teeth, fighting against gravity and her foe's constant pressure simply to stay awake and not faint right over Jeanne's shoulders. Something that was easier said than done, for the Torture Rack was doing quite a number on the Brit's back... she had to escape, and she needed to do it soon, before suffering any more damage.

"Let...m- me go!" Ashley began wiggling and struggling with the sole purpose of making it as miserable as she could for Jeanne to maintain the difficult hold for much longer... and sooner than she expected, her efforts proved fruitful; Jeanne released her... dropping Ashley to the mat suddenly... with the redhead falling face first onto the canvas, the landing wasn't at all pretty, but at least she was free...

However, before the Brit could celebrate or even stand properly, just as she was barely getting back to a sitting position, her eyes met a frightening image: Jeanne charging toward her at full speed!

"What?.... GAHHH!"

A massive clothesline hit her chest, prompting a burst of sweat to fly into the air with a hollow THUDDING noise that echoed within the ring, sending the redhead back down to the mat abruptly.

[Devastated]

Jeanne watched as Ashley was pushing herself up to seated position and chose to follow through with her plan. She dove right down at Ashley with her arm out-stretched and smashed it square into that sizeable chest of the redhead! Knocking the Red Menace down onto her back! Jeanne was on her front after the blow, for a second...she let out a huff. She'd been going pretty strong against Ashley, nailing the powerful Brit with slams and power submission moves! A breather might be needed...

The Crusader pushed up to her hands and knees, her gaze shifting to Ashley's downed frame as she cracked a smile on her face. The crowd cheered wildly as the knight seemed to firmly be holding the reins of this match. She'd look over at the crowd and then bring her right arm up, as if gesturing to them that their support was appreciated.

The purple Brit would move up and move to Ashley's legs. Attempting to collect one each of those thick muscular limbs under her armpits.

"Shall we see how much punishment that back of yours can take, ruffian?" Jeanne teased with a friendly expression on her face, as she would try to roll Ashley over onto her front and move to bend those legs backwards, attempting to lock in a Boston Crab submission hold as she sought to take a seat as far up on Ashley's back as the redhead's flexibility allowed, seeking to bend that lower back.

[Afterhoursclub]

Things were rapidly going from bad to worse for the redhead, already feeling the effects of the continuous holds on her body while attempting to push herself up after that hard clothesline she had just received. Panting heavily, hoping to have enough energy and strength to put some distance between herself and the purple-haired gal.

The Red Brit wasn't the kind to run from a fight, but even she had to admit that having a chance to catch her breath was much needed in her current condition... unfortunately, Jeanne would not be so kind as to concede such an opportunity...

"Ughh... Fuck..." Before she could make any significant progress, Ashley felt how she was pulled up by the legs and swiftly turned around onto her belly by her righteous foe.

"Fucking -Go... away!" The heelish redhead demanded, but it was of no use; she was trapped tightly in a Boston Crab once again, having her back's resilience tested to the utmost limit... bent and twisted without any mercy...

"Arghh... Dammit..." Ashley clawed rabidly at the canvas like a trapped beast, attempting to drag both herself and her opponent to the nearest rope for a chance to escape... all the while having her entire frame turned into a punishing "C" shape behind her.

[Devastated]

The crowd had started to rally behind Jeanne quite a bit as the Crusader continued to lay into the Red Menace! She almost seemed merciless in her effort to payback and one up the heel. Though she had a fairly cheerful smile on her face, which had just a hint of cocky confidence to it as she subjected Ashley to some pretty painful submission holds and big moves.

The match was still somewhat in the early days, but the two women had truly gone at each other without a shred of mercy. Jeanne certainly showed none now that she had Ashley down on the canvas and had rolled her over, locking in that firm Boston crab as she began to bend and torture that back further. She heard her foe complain and cry out.

Jeanne would shift up a little, sliding her rear up that back a little further to put even more of a crank on that spine of Ashley's! Her long braid hanging down her back and down onto Ashley's shoulders as she continued to bend back. She felt how Ashley was struggling and clawing their way towards the ropes! Steadily she was reaching them...

"You're a resilient one, haha! How about this then!" She chose to abandon one leg, releasing it and shifting her position slightly in order to try to focus on a single leg Boston Crab instead, bending her at a more painful angle, but of course giving Ashley a whole other limb to help her reach the ropes which were not far away now.

[Afterhoursclub]

"Ughh... Bloody... Hell!"

Every agonizing second Ashley spent trapped in the Boston Crab felt like an eternity, her back bent past its limits, twisted in a torturous fashion, unable to do anything to defend herself except struggle and crawl toward the ropes...

"I-I'm gonna fucking... kill this woman..." Ashley snarled; she hated being put in this position, having to resort to a rope break to save herself... it was infuriating. It was damn humiliating... angering The Red Menace even more the longer she remained trapped... The Brit continued to pull herself as much as she could, as much as Jeanne allowed her to... clawing at the mat while attempting to ignore the burning pain taking over the lower half of her body...

Momentary relief washed over the redhead when one of her legs was released, but far from being an act of mercy, Jeanne decided to focus completely on the other limb, twisting her trapped leg with double the strength in a single Boston Crab now...

"Arghhh... Grahh!" A painful scream escaped Ashley's lips, now feeling as if her leg was about to be completely torn off her body; desperately, she continued to struggle- at least, she now had an extra limb to try to push herself to safety... pushing through the pain, one of her hands managed to barely grab hold of the bottom rope on one of the sides of the ring... clenching it tightly... prompting the referee to do his job and call for a break!

[Devastated]

The complaints of Ashley did not fall on deaf ears. Jeanne listened in with her full attention to how much of a tight spot the Red Menace found herself in. The crowd cheered louder and louder as it seemed the fan favorite Crusader was really on a hot streak in this match, she had been able to mount a comeback and for the past few minutes had now been in decisive control over Ashley!

"Oh really? I'd very much like to see you try!" Jeanne fired back at Ashley's grumbling snarl, as she would up the pressure on the Boston Crab. So far the banter between her and Ashley had been quite enjoyable to the purple haired woman. The action had also been very much to Jeanne's liking, as Ashley had proven in the early goings of the match to be able to match her in terms of power. These were the types of opponents Jeanne desired to face off against, it also helped that Ashley was rough around the edges, making it all the sweeter to put her into this kind of position.

After switching to the single leg crab in order to deliver twice the pain with only half the security of the hold, Ashley screamed out in pain and the struggles for the ropes became wilder. Jeanne had a firm grip around the shin, as her arm flexed around it, while the other had taken a commanding grip of Ashley's thigh, fingers digging into the muscles as she intended to make it as painful of a final journey as possible for Ashley.

Then...the second the referee called for a rope break. Jeanne didn't even look over her shoulder, she instantly release Ashley's leg. Even the referee was taken aback that they had not been able to start the count. The crusader let out a huff, gave Ashley a gentle pat on the back as she pushed herself up off of the redhead. She gave her a few steps of space, placing her hands on her hips as she wore that cheerful smile of hers.

"You really are a stubborn one aren't you? Though if you plan on killing me, you're gonna have to give it your all. How about you show me some of that menace. Red?"

[Afterhoursclub]

It was the worst... Ashley hated to admit it, but she had been on the receiving end for the past few minutes of the match. The Crowd was loving it... and to make things even worse, Jeanne was having a blast at the Redheads' expense... dictating the pace of the match with one punishing maneuver after the other...

"Guhh... Dammit..." For now, Ashley had to be thankful for having reached the ropes, surviving the submission hold... but the damage to her leg had been done, something that might come back to haunt her later on... as long as she remained conscious, she would try to beat this woman senseless and make her pay for everything she had done. The Brit was about to start pulling herself up using the ropes when suddenly, she felt that condescending pat on her back...

"You!..." It was as if something broke inside of her, even more so when she heard Jeanne talking, lecturing her as if she were some sort of obnoxious teacher. "How... dare you..." With a visible limp, Ashley stood back up... still holding the ropes for support, but her eyes were burning like brimstone... fixed straight onto the Crusader a few steps in front... gritting her teeth, trying to contain the rage building inside of her...

"Oh, I'm gonna fucking show you!"

In moments like these, there was something that always played in Ashley's favor... for better or for worse... it was her anger, that same rage that she was always trying to contain, for it was capable of pushing her past her limits, ignoring pain and fatigue whenever the objective was pummeling someone else... it was a 50/50 weapon, for just as it could be incredibly successful in helping Ashley win matches and pulling her out of tight spots... it could also leave her wide open, bringing her full speed toward certain collision... and now, it was one of those moments...

The Knight's words ignited her fury, and the Red Menace charged like a wild beast... a sudden burst of speed that was impressive for someone of her size; it was a vicious spear headed in Jeanne's direction...