Hostile Work Environment: Ashley Morgan and Alice Evans

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley had to admit, that last crash had hurt... A lot. It seemed this foolish secretary girl knew how to throw hands, at least that was her first impression. Of course, such praise would never leave the redhead's lips.

Raising up from the rubble like a corpse coming back to life, Ashley's anger was more notorious than ever, her eyes were burning like brimstone as she cast a murderous look in Alice's direction, not caring about words anymore, for they were past solving this in any civilized manner... If there ever was any chance for that.

There, Ashley leaned to the side to dodge the pot thrown at her. With a smirk on her face, she teased the brunette: "You call that a throw?"

"What, pushing so many pencils turned you into a loser like that?" She wanted to provoke this girl, bring her to her level and then teach her a lesson she would not soon forget.

Ashley would not have to wait long, Alice suddenly charged at her.

-THUD- The secretary's shoulder rammed straight into the defense gut:

"Ough!" A pained gasp escaped Ashley as she was pushed back into the office's furniture. More books and other papers flew through the air while Alice continued to slam hard against the redhead.

"Uff..."

"Ooff..."

Each shoulder strike dug deep into her being, pushing the air right out of her lungs. However, deep inside The red Menace smiled, for Alice had willingly put herself within Ashley's reach.

"Fool!" Uttered the angry redhead before opening her arms wide and catching Alice just as she delivered another shoulder. Ashley's powerful and coiled around the secretary's body like two anacondas, trapping her figure and her arms and pressing her tightly against her body with crushing force.

"Thanks for getting closer, bitch!"

Ashley uttered right into Alice's ear before squeezing as hard as she could, looking to completely turn the brunette into mush with a devastating bearhug!

[Hagen-Autem]

The office was beginning to suffer seriously...

Her flying flower pot was a great distraction, and her tackle was a good way to silence this angry woman.

Each of Alice's lunges drove into the dangerous redhead's abdomen, and each of her impacts reverberated against the furniture behind her. The filing cabinet, although expensive, was not made of particularly sturdy material, buckling under Morgan’s back as the secretary continued to ram her shoulder into her as if she wanted to steal her right to breathe.

On the fifth thrust, the brunette recoiled, shaking her head to clean her hair away and examine her attacker, but that hesitation was enough. She barely had time to notice the viper's wicked grin before it opened her arms like jaws to wrap them around the Brit’s toned torso, trapping her in a strong bearhug.

"Gack!"

A gasp escaped her. The bear hug squeezed until she felt herself creak; her body shuddered, her chest rose in response to the punishment as her back bent backwards from the gesture, her legs kicked and her head fell back, looking up at the ceiling, struggling to breathe as the constricting hug tightened, tightening around her like an over-tightened belt every time Alice's breath gave way, making it difficult for her to catch her breath. Shaking, she tried to free even one arm from this grip to try something different.

"Pugh!"

But escaping the crimson viper was not so easy... typical.

A strained gasp escaped when the hold tightened even further, her legs bent backwards from the tension, and a panting sound slipped out of her mouth, splattering a few drops of saliva into the air as she tried to endure it, clenching her teeth in resistance.

It simply wasn’t her day...

"Will... you ever.... hold your y-your tongue?" She snapped, her voice high-pitched and cracking. "This won’t get you anything back... you know..." she said, as if that would make her unbridled rival reconsider. "You’ve no claim to it in the end, all the same."

The match at the PPV would still not be for Ashley after this.

That last sentence, accompanied by a triumphant smile, albeit somewhat twisted by the punishment, made it clear she had no intention of appealing to reason, only to remind her that even with everything she did to her, she had lost before she even started. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, but she didn't want Ashley to feel comfortable with what she was doing either. Alice just wanted to dissuade her from indulging in this in the only way a snake like Morgan would understand.

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley gripped Alice tightly. Her biceps bulged around the secretary's body, coiled like two anacondas around a defenseless prey, robbing the poor woman of every last bit of oxygen she could muster in such a precarious position. Ashley was impressed...

Genuinely impressed by the brunette's strength and her willingness to throw hands if necessary. If it were anyone else, Ashley might have had a few words of admiration for her impromptu opponent. But being the Red Menace she was, she'd rather die than let any of those thoughts escape her mind. Especially when she wanted to teach this woman a lesson for disregarding her issues as if they were nothing. She increased the strength of her hug, squeezing Alice's frame even harder.

"Not so cocky now, Miss. four-eyes?!" the redhead teased. Watching Alice squirm in her embrace. Yet, this didn't stop her from firing back some... rather hurtful words...

Words that, despite everything, carried some truth with them: Punishing Alice would do absolutely nothing to fix her current booking problem. And knowing that... stung, feeling the weight of Alice's argument on her shoulders. Ashley peeled her eyes and gritted her teeth. This woman was mocking her; she was laughing right in front of her face... The redhead thought, and this aggravated her even more.

"Shut the hell up!" Ashley yelled into Alice's face, right before clenching her tighter and heaving her upward using all of her core muscles, throwing Alice over her head and right onto the broken cabinet behind, in a thunderous clash of broken wood and office papers.

She watched the secretary drop to the ground in a tangled heap, with a smirk on her face, yet still feeling frustrated. This might not solve anything for her, but at least it would feel good...

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice ended up spinning in the air and falling onto her back over the piece of furniture that caught her. A groan escaped her lips after her back arched, her limbs stretched out on either side of the filing cabinet, pacified. Then she collapsed onto the floor.

The secretary was not out after that, but she did end up rubbing her back as she struggled to get on her knees and elbow, moved more by the need to defend herself than by walking.

Needless to say, Ashley was as strong as they said. Alice knew it right away with that throw.

Now she was lost in this fight, battling gravity and back pain, panting, even though she tried to hide it and pretend it wasn't that serious. She didn't know that Morgan was giving her time to roll around in pain. But that information didn't change what was coming next.

She took a deep breath before speaking.

"Did… you get that… place?" Alice said, nodding her head and looking at the floor. Then she dared to glance up sideways.

It was her death sentence anywhere. Nevertheless, she wanted to see Ashley Morgan's fury. Only to extinguish it with an uppercut between her legs! If it worked, at least she could say she was setting her values straight with a few punches.

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[Afterhoursclub]

Throwing Alice over her shoulder and against the broken cabinet felt incredibly rewarding. "Who the hell does this Secretary think that she is?!", still infuriated by Alice's words, as true as they were. At this point, whatever it was that Ashley hoped to obtain by ambushing the girl was long forgotten; this impromptu meeting had turned into a plain grudge match, and the redhead was certainly not going to be left out as the one pleading for mercy.

"Had enough yet?" said the Brit, her words wrapped with mockery. "There's plenty of furniture around still..."

Ashley walked closer to the downed Alice; she wanted to keep beating the poor woman down. The office was already a mess, so a few more broken tables and cracked windows wouldn't make any real difference. Convinced that most of the damage was going to be deducted from her check at the end of the month, but she knew that they were gonna blame Alice for some of the destruction caused by their little tussle, so that felt like a consolation prize...

Ashley leaned down, grabbing a hold of Alice's hair. She heard the woman saying a few words, but the redhead disregarded them as just nonsensical talk after the hard clash, momentarily lowering her guard, something that would prove to be a ruinous decision very soon.

"Oohmph!" A shock of pain shot through her entire body as Alice's arm came slamming hard against her groin with a heavy uppercut. Bending the redhead woman instantly. Ashley fell to the floor, landing on her side with both hands instinctively rushing between her legs toward the impacted area.

"Grack..you,

-fucking... bitch...!"

Gritting her teeth while trying to soothe the pain.

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice wasn't proud of herself; knocking Ashley down and then leaving her collapsed amid the chaos of the office, curled up in a ball beside her, was entertaining and very, very gratifying. Still, these childish blows to the groin were something she would expect from some pub girls, not from a woman as sophisticated as herself.

The brunette wiped the drool from her mouth with her fist and began to get to her feet. Morgan's curses were not so scathing now that she was no longer standing.

They weren't in a ring; Alice didn't have to keep up appearances. She grabbed Ashley by the feet, putting each one under her arms. She didn't have to worry about paying expenses either. In her head, Morgan struck first. Morgan would pay for the mess.

She pulled each leg until Ashley was standing on her shoulders.

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"Now call me a bitch one more time."

Alice declared before biting her lip by the effort she was about to make: threw herself backwards onto the floor, yanking Ashley’s legs and turning them into an improvised catapult.

Alice hoped to launch her into the air and have Ashley land chest-first against a desk behind themself, to see if smashing her chest into a desk would finally calm that fierce attitude.

[Afterhoursclub]

"Dammit!"

Ashley was still weak, lying sideways on the floor and holding her pained groin with both hands. She didn't think Alice would resort to this kind of tactics, but then again... She never took a moment to think about anything when he was pissed. Right now, all the Red Menace needed was a brief moment to catch her breath.

Unfortunately for her, Alice was already on the move again. The Brit felt both of her legs being yanked up, and as her body turned, she crossed stares with the secretary. Her notorious scowl fell heavily on Alice. She gritted her teeth while looking daggers at the brunette.

"You... cheap fuck..." still flinched by the low-blow. However, she was unable to do anything else besides cursing her aggressor in her current position. The moment Alice pulled her up with all her might, the pivoting motion launched Ashley straight into another empty desk right behind them, snapping the wood instantly as the massive Brit fell face-first into it. With even more splinters and papers flying through the air.

Soon, the office looked like nothing more than a battlefield, with Ashley lying amidst the rubble. Clawing her way out of the mess.

[Hagen-Autem]

The secretary's somersault sent the other woman flying through the air. Morgan looked like a glider, and it was, and it was a spectacular sight as she crashed onto the wooden desk.

For Alice, every moment of that destruction was in slow motion. Seeing the papers and splinters fluttering in the air around a dazed and sprawled Ashley was as satisfying as dealing with an amateur who already started thinking they own the ring after a couple of lucky wins and now wants to take on one of the House girls at the venue. Demanding it as if they had earned it. Only for her to be the one to come down and give them the pleasure, like the boss's right-hand woman who steps in, and thus turn their luck into her delight. And toss them out of the ring after a good fight, one of those that start evenly matched, turn into a squash.

The brunette got up on one knee, then the other.

Of course, Ashley Morgan was no amateur.

She approached the body of her no client.

And of course, she wasn’t the kind of snake you could strike without getting bitten back.

She kicked some office supplies away from the intimidating body of the redhead and swept some pieces of the desk with her foot before dropping down onto her back.

The secretary twisted her hips over Ashley's lower back, looking to get comfortable for what was next: pinning Morgan’s arms above her thighs, then locking her hands under the redhead’s chin for a Camel Clutch!

"Any other remark you want to say to me about the choice of wrestler?"

Alice didn't expect an answer, and she whispered this in a very condescending tone, then pulled Ashley's neck to bend her back and cranked back hard on the hold!

"Just give up and avoid a war you won't win."

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[Afterhoursclub]

Once the dust finally cleared, Ashley was lying on top of a pile of rubble and broken wood. Her skin was covered by a strange mix of dirt, sweat, and splinters, among other chips and bits from the desk she had just fallen on top of. With a low groan, she began to crawl away from the mess. Her vision was blurry, but she could see the distant heels of Alice quickly approaching.

"I'll... fucking..." she coughed a few times, having inhaled some of the floating dust particles. "I'll... fucking kill you..." She verbally attacked the secretary, but it did nothing to stop her from what came next.

"Argh.." The full weight of Alice's body fell onto her lower back, with the Secretary suddenly dropping herself on top of Ashley's figure. Pressing her against the hard, cold ground. She could feel her arms pulled back and wrapped on top of Alice's thighs; it was an excruciating Camel Clutch hold.

"Gah...Fuck!" she cursed, unable to stop the brunette's fingers from sneaking under her chin and yanking her head back. Putting her spine and flexibility to the test.

"Go... to hell..." the redhead replied with great effort, left without too many options besides trying to endure the punishment.