With Friends Like These: Ashley Morgan & Bengal VS. Naomi Van Makros (2v1 Handicap Match)

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Naomi rolled out of the impact zone at the last possible instant, leaving Bengal to rack her groin with a split landing on the bare canvas. At times like these, the Tiger was thankful for her natural flexibility; a less limber wrestler might have been left with a pulled muscle after a blunder like that. On the other hand, she felt furious at herself for giving the Queen of Sting enough time to dodge in the first place. She should have followed up with the leg drop immediately, instead of running her mouth to Ashley.

If she wanted to fix her mistake, she had to be more aggressive. She couldn't afford to give Naomi any more breathing room. Trying to ignore the twinge of pain between her thighs, she pushed herself up with her palms, then spun around like a breakdancer, swinging her legs in wide arcs. Bengal wasn't just putting on a show with this Capoeira-style maneuver, though - she was building up momentum for a heel kick to the side of her opponent's head, striking Naomi while she lay prone on the mat! If that blow landed, she'd follow up with a crossbody pin attempt, trying to put the Queen away before she could regain any more of her strength.

Capoeira Spin

[AshAllen]

Naomi panted heavily, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins and air returning to her lungs. Wincing as she watched Bengal land crotch first, it even made her wince internally. But then she shook her head. That one was pretty well deserved on Bengal’s part. And now it seemed Bengal was taking a page out of her book, as far as Naomi knew. Building up momentum and then using it to deliver one POWERFUL blow!

But Naomi also saw something else. No one should be able to walk off what Bengal went through. Not unless they had a body made of metal. That got her thinking… the rapid movements, the supoort needed… Naomi had an idea, but she had to do it fast or else this was gonna hurt!

So with adrenaline and determination, along with more recovered air in her lungs, Naomi spring into action. She had gone up to her at least her hands and knees after witnessing Bengal’s missed crash. And then with a twist of her body, she swung her own legs right into Bengal’s. If she managed to hit Beganl’s leg before the capoeira-styled power move landed… she hoped Bengal would fall.

Hopefully…

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Before Bengal could land her capoeira kick, Naomi parried the Tiger’s blow with a deft movement of her own legs. Perhaps the hard landing had slowed the Indian fighter down more than she first realized - or maybe her opponent was just that fast. Thrown off-balance, she collapsed to the canvas in a tangle of limbs. A few fans in the front row laughed loudly as she stumbled, making Bengal flush hot with embarrassment. They wouldn’t be laughing so hard if they had to face off against the Queen of Sting…

Focus, she chided herself, shaking her head as if to clear away flies. She couldn’t afford to squander her animosity on the fans right now. She had to concentrate that rage on her real enemy. She rolled onto her back, drawing up her arms and knees in a guard, trying to prepare for what Naomi would do next. If the larger woman stomped on her, she'd attempt to take her down by twisting her ankle with a Dragon Screw!

[Afterhoursclub]

A few fans in the front laughed after seeing Bengal fall so -unceremoniously- including Ashley.

"What's the matter, Tiger?" the redhead teased. "Not looking so hot right now!" Grabbing the ropes, Ashley leaned back, covering her mouth with one hand, genuinely amused by what she had just seen. Ashley had not yet participated in the match, but she still seemed to be enjoying herself. However, between laughs and teasing, the Brit was carefully watching the other girl as well. Naomi was a quick thinker, which could become a problem; she took a few moments to watch her before returning to her tag partner right away, another smirk on her lips.

"Oh, wait!" Ashley continued with a sarcastic tone, "I'm supposed to be cheering for you, right?"

"Silly, me!"

[AshAllen]

Naomi stood tall after the takedown. Smirking to herself as she stood up and watched as Bengal woild bring up her limbs in defense. Knowing what could possibly happen given everything prior, and with her recently obtained advantage, the obvious approach wasn’t the best. And then she reached forward and grabbed Bengal by her ankles and pulled them up to keep them restrained for a moment.

“Let’s see how you like this!”

Naomi flashed the tiger a dangerous smirk. Practically jumping through Bengal’s legs and dropping herself right onto the tiger’s chest! Looking to do some damage on impact. She’d hoped that be enough to stun Bengal on impact. If it was, Naomi would get off the tiger’s chest and let go of her legs before standing up. Time for some fun, hehe~. Now up on her feet, Naomi grabbed Bengal’s hair and practically was yanking her all the way.

But Naomi’s mind grew mischievous as she dragged Bengal over to the corner where Ashley was again. Setting up in a seated position and taking a few steps back to the middle of the ring. Grinning all the way.

“Hope your kitty is ready Red, because she’s gonna be in for a world of pain and humiliation with this next one. I call this one, “the stingface.” Naomi’s grin turned into a full blown smirk once she started swaying her hips. The crowd eating it up and turning the volume up once the Queen of Sting pulled her panties up between her cheeks for more exposure. Strutting back, Naomi thrust her hips backward, grinding into Bengal, crushing her against the turnbuckle.  She stood back up and swayed her hips for the crowd, looking over her shoulder as she did so to admire her handiwork for the moment.  “Buzz buzz, bitch,” Naomi taunted when she was done, before thrusting her hips back again - and again, and again.

Normally, a stinkface was used solely to embarrass one’s opponent.  But Naomi’s powerful legs made the move a legitimate threat. Eventually she stopped the pounding and instead started the smothering. Rubbing her soft but firm rear end all over Bengal’s face. Giggling and making buzzing noises the entire time.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As Bengal attempted to grab onto Naomi’s leg, her opponent suddenly sprang out of her reach. Splitting her legs apart in midair, she cast a looming shadow as she plummeted downward, pulverizing the Tiger’s chest with a split-leg drop! Bengal’s legs jerked up from the force of the impact, and the Queen wasted no time latching onto them, folding her body at a right angle. She was in perfect position for a pin, and her rival was helpless to resist. Yet before the referee could even begin the count, the auburn-haired fighter had already released her foe, quickly rising to her feet. Clearly, she had a different kind of finish in mind.

Naomi seized a fistful of Bengal’s snowy hair, tugging the Tiger’s limp body toward the corner. With her sleek, yellow-and-black outfit, she resembled a giant wasp, dragging its paralyzed prey back to its nest - and her intentions were just as dangerous. Propping Bengal against the turnbuckle, she danced suggestively to hype up the crowd - probably unnecessary at this point, since most of them were already cheering loud enough to blow the roof off. Then she thrust her hips backward, burying her target’s face deep between her muscular buttocks, suffocating Bengal with her trademark “Stingface”!

Blinded and trapped, the Tiger continued to struggle feebly against the immense force pressing down on her. The smothering pressure on her jaw and nostrils had cut off her air supply, and she was fading fast. She inhaled desperately, fighting for breath, but all she ended up with was a mouthful of her rival’s sweaty thong. The wear and tear from Naomi’s previous barrage of strikes had caught up with her, and she found she could barely lift her arms to try and shove her opponent away. When she did, her push was so weak, she wondered if the Queen could even feel it.

On the verge of passing out entirely, the last thing she heard was Naomi “buzzing” triumphantly. Bengal knew that was supposed to be a taunt, but in her oxygen-deprived state, the steady drone was strangely soothing…almost like a lullaby…

Her body shuddered, and she fell back against the turnbuckle, arms dropping to her sides with a dull slap. Naomi’s venomous Stingface had rendered the Tiger unconscious! The referee knelt down in the corner and prepared to lift the fallen fighter’s wrist, checking for a reaction - though not expecting to find one.

[Afterhoursclub]

It had been quite a spectacle, with the redhead enjoying the best seat: Bengal was knocked unconscious right in front of her eyes, a shame it wasn't her hand that did it, but even so, the whole scene brought a wide smile to Ashley's face. However, The Brit still had a job to do...

The referee lifted Bengal's hand twice, with no reaction from the indian girl, before she could grab her hand a third time. Ashley slapped Bengal's face, effectively tagging herself in as the valid member of her team to continue the match. And for the first time since the starting bell, Ashley set foot inside the ring. Standing tall between Naomi and her downed tag partner, who lay slumped unconscious next to the ring post.

The redhead took a moment to stare at the yellow-clad girl before turning her attention toward The Tiger, and then Ashley reached down, grabbing Bengal by the throat with a tight clinch. The redhead proceeded to lift the unconscious girl high in the air, the muscles in her arm tensing, evidencing the effort of keeping Bengal's whole figure suspended with her arms and legs dangling almost a whole foot above the canvas. A villainous smile appeared on Ashley's face as she walked next to the ropes at ringside. The crowd had already seen the redhead do this move before; it looked like "The Crimson Fall." Ashley's finisher. Yet the one on the receiving end was her own tag partner.

Ashley adjusted her position and, with a swift motion, launched the unconscious girl outside the ring with force. Bengal's back hit the floor hard at ringside.

The Crimson Fall

Ashley grabbed the ropes with both hands and took a moment to contemplate Bengal's battered figure lying on the outside.

"Now we are even!" Ashley shouted at her supposed partner, reminiscing about their past encounter at Aman Spa.

After a few seconds, The Red Menace finally turned, shifting her attention back to the remaining wrestler standing in front of her.

"So, Naomi- wasn't it?" Ashley rolled her shoulders, warming up for the match she was just about to enter. "Listen... It's been amusing to watch you work...

...And, I don't hate you... I really don't..." she chuckled. "Which is more than I can say about most people in this sorry promotion."

Ashley leaned forward, adopting her wrestling stance with both arms at her sides, her hands open like claws, almost like a panther preparing to pounce on her prey.

"But you're still my opponent! And there's nothing I want more than to grind you little, puny head on the ground beneath the heel of my boot!"

A malicious look by The Red Menace:

"The true question is: How much of a fight will you put?"

[AshAllen]

Naomi had seen plenty of fighters who had beef with each other. She’s even watched matches where tag team members have beef with each other. And it seemed Ashley and Bengal hit the nail on the head, or rather Ashley slammed the nail that was Bengal into the floor outside of the ring. Having been done with her “stingface” moments ago and Bengal being declared disqualified, Naomi winced as she watched Ashley brutally throw Bengal out of the ring and into the cold hard floor.

Ooh… that’s gonna leave a mark.

And then Ashley turned her attention on the queen of sting. Naomi took a breath. She started to bounce on her heels, fists rasied up like an MMA fighter. A smirk and a gleam in her eyes as she readied herself to brawl with Ashley. Her fists poised up like stingers, ready to drive them in and deliver a sting the red menace won’t soon forget.

“Bring it on hot stuff.”

[Afterhoursclub]

The Red Menace smirked, seeing Naomi so eager to begin. Ashley always loved watching little fleas jump in excitement just moments before getting squished.

"As you wish!"

Having said those worlds, Ashley's figure turned into a crimson streak, contrasting with the white ring canvas. Darting directly toward the Queen of Sting with unnatural speed. The Brit lifted one arm, looking to deck Naomi with a devastating Clothesline right on the spot. I'm an attempt to seemigly behead the yellow gal.

Ashley hoped Naomi would underestimate her speed, causing her to be unprepared for such a fast maneuver to start the match.

[AshAllen]

Ok she had to admit. Ashley was a little scary. Not only because of looks but also that speed. It took a moment for Naomi to snap out of it but she readied herself as a crimson comet was rocketing towards her like a bat out of hell. Naomi had to think fast. She got an idea and proceeded to make her body move into position, albeit a little rushed, but she was ready. One foot back, one foot front, her body ready to spring into action

Once Ashley came close enough…. She let loose.

A blur of yellow and black, not to the extent of Ashley, sprung forward a short distance just as Ashley closed in. In what would have been Naomi’s beheadment turned into a swift and sharp retaliation from the queen of sting. The MMA fighter’s instincts kicking in as her body was coiled up like a spring that just shot forward. Naomi’s glove fist, her “stinger”, being sent towards Ashley’s solar plexus in an an attempt to cancel out the clothesline and push Ashley back.