Bengal felt a shiver travel through her taut leg as her kick connected. Ashley's head jerked back as if caught on a lasso, and she collapsed to the floor. Her eyes were still open, but unfocused and glassy. Looking at the blood staining her opponent's slack-jawed mouth, Bengal knew that she'd done some real damage. But she wasn't finished yet. She didn't just want to win now - she wanted her comeuppance.
How best to achieve that? Ashley had put her through a table, but she couldn't exactly recreate that spot, when the table in question had been reduced to a pile of splintered wood. She did have another idea, though. She seized onto the fallen fighter, one hand grasping her brawny bicep, the other gripping a fistful of her crimson hair, and roughly yanked the taller woman into a crouching position. Wrapping her arms around Ashley's head, she began dragging her opponent forward, rapidly accelerating. As she approached the remains of the table, she leaped high, using the full weight of her body to bring Ashley down onto the jagged wreckage with a Running Bulldog! Running Bulldog
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Ashley's world was spinning out of control, and she felt a ringing in her ears. A sudden metallic taste in her mouth and a pulsating pain took over all of her senses. Bengal's kick had taken the heelish redhead out of commission, at least momentarily. If the Tiger had attempted a pinfall at that point, Ashley wasn't sure she could have escaped. Luckily for her, it seemed that Bengal's need for retribution was greater than any logical choice she could have made.
But, was it really luck for Ashley?
The British gal felt her opponent's hands reaching for her head and forcing her to stand up, Ashley had no energy to resist her, she could only watch as she was being dragged like a ragdoll by the Indian girl, her arms hanging at her sides. Ashley tried her best to recover her senses in time before receiving any more damage.
Suddenly, Bengal's arms wrapped tight around the Englishwoman's head. Her face contorted as it was pressed tightly between her opponent's bicep and torso. Ashley was yanked forward when Bengal started running toward the remains of the commentator's table. And then, out of nowhere, they were both suspended in the air. For a split second, Ashley felt time going slower, both her feet leaving the ground, the arena lights shining brighter than ever. The cheering crowd was nothing but a muffled noise in the back of Ashley's mind-
"The hell is going on?" the redhead thought to herself. She was abruptly brought back to reality when her body came crashing down into the debris, her head and chest hitting the floor and the wood remains scattered around.
"Gahhh!"
Ashley took Bengal's Running Bulldog head-on, still too stunned to defend herself. The heelish gal had to find a way to fight back, as the match was slipping out of her grasp.
Ashley took a devastating fall onto the ruins of the table, but Bengal had more vengeance planned. She yanked the larger woman back onto her knees, posing in front of her with a theatrical flourish of her clawed hands. Then she launched into her Blaze Barrage finisher, swiping at her opponent again and again, like a combine harvester scything through a field of wheat. Her sharpened nails tore deep gashes in the Englishwoman's black vinyl top, and left a patchwork of angry red scratches across her muscular chest. One strike caught Ashley in the face, marring her pale cheek with four jagged crimson lines.
As the redhead began to slump backward, Bengal helped her on her way, stomping her in the chest and knocking her onto her back. She finished off her combo with a jumping Banzai Drop, pancaking her opponent with her own rear end - and putting her in position for a pin. The Tiger smirked down at Ashley's crumpled form, raising one hand to her mouth in a distinctly feline gesture. "Mmmmm. Just like I thought," she purred, as she licked the red stains off her fingernails with her long, pink tongue. "Not much of a menace at all. You just got your ass kicked by a middleweight. Good luck scaring anybody now!"
The referee dropped down and began to count. Bengal pumped her fist in the air, already celebrating her victory. "One! Two..."
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After the hard landing over the commentator's table broken remains, Ashley's world was a complete blur. For a brief moment, she laid on the ground, her face in direct contact with the cold floor. Almost contemplating the idea of just staying there longer until her head stopped spinning, however, she was yanked up again and brought up to her knees. She was able to distinguish Bengal's form, dancing mockingly in front of her-
"You..." Ashley tried to say something just before a sharp, burning pain made her suddenly stop. She looked down at her chest and a fine red line was running across her skin, and just like that, many others began to show up out of nowhere before the British gal could process what was going on. She was being mercilessly pummeled by Bengal's claw attacks, a barrage of slashes wreaking havoc across her body, twitching and reacting to every cut. Little by little the Englishwoman's body began to fall backward, a sudden claw on her face woke the redhead from her dazed state. Only to feel a hard kick to her chest that knocked her down-
"Duhh!..." Ashley fell on her back, and mere moments after, Bengal's whole figure appeared in the air above her and crashed violently on the redhead's chest, remaining in place as the referee dropped to the floor and began her count-
"One!"
The whole match played on Ashley's head again in mere seconds, everything up to this very moment. She felt all the accumulated anger rising.
"Two!"
And then, she heard her- Bengal's taunting words: "You just got your ass kicked by a middleweight. Good luck scaring anybody now!" echoing in her mind, her blood started to boil as a guttural scream left the redhead's lips. Ashley's right leg shot up abruptly, fiercely kneeing the Tiger in the back with enough force to push her off of her.
Ashley struggled to get back on her knees, a series of red bloody lines adorning all the exposed areas of her upper body, her top torn in some places, a burning sensation on her chest, but the Heelish redhead didn't care about any of this- With bloodshot eyes she looked around for her opponent. If Bengal was within range, Ashley would go for a heavy right hook aimed directly at the Indian girl's jaw-
Bengal watched the referee intently, waiting for her to bring her hand down for a third and final time. She was so focused on the official that she didn't notice Ashley's leg shoot up behind her - not until the other woman's kneecap smashed her in the small of the back, knocking her away and breaking the pin! There was a collective gasp of surprise from the crowd; much like Bengal, they had assumed that the redhead was already done for. But Ashley had managed to prove them all wrong.
The Tiger let out a scream of frustration as she turned back to her opponent, only to be interrupted by a right hook drilling into her jaw. Her head snapped to the side as her eyes rolled back. The force of the blow was incredible, especially given the awkward angle Ashley had thrown it from.
Bengal's teeth seemed to rattle inside her skull, like dice tumbling inside a cup. She flew backward, trying to raise her arms into a guard once more. She hadn't expected to find herself on the defensive again, after everything she'd put the Englishwoman through.
Peering between her elbows, she could see the damage she'd inflicted on her opponent: the torn fabric of her top, the cruel red lines crisscrossing her chest. But when she looked into Ashley's cold blue eyes, she couldn't see any pain in her expression - just hatred and rage. Despite what she'd said earlier, Bengal was starting to feel scared of the Red Menace after all. She could only hope that this fear wasn't showing on her own face.
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As Ashley's thunderous strike connected with the Indian girl's features, a slight feeling of satisfaction came to the heelish redhead, however, it wasn't nearly enough. Ashley would not be truly satisfied until she had made Bengal regret everything she had done. Not until the Tiger begged her to end the match- Few people had pushed the British gal as far as this girl, but hell would freeze over before any words of admiration escaped Ashley's mouth.
The Englishwoman stood up, her hair a mess with a few strands falling in front of her face, covering one of her eyes, and claw marks etched on one cheek. She was drenched in sweat, her body revealing the aftermath of a brutal confrontation. Bloody cuts and bruises marred her skin, with torn pieces of fabric hanging from her top. With a devilish gaze, she stared directly at the small girl lying on the floor as she moved closer to her opponent.
Breathing heavily, Ashley raised one foot and began to brutally stomp the Tiger repeatedly. Bengal trying her best to cover from the violent assault as much as possible. Ashley letting out savage grunts with each stomp. The heelish redhead wanted to stun Bengal enough before attempting her next maneuver.
Bengal tried to catch Ashley's foot and take her larger opponent down with a screw, just like she'd done before. But this time, the redhead's stomp had even more force behind it. Her boot broke straight through Bengal's guard, twisting the Tiger's wrists and chipping two of her long nails.
Bengal's eyes went wide as Ashley's foot drove into her chest, right between her breasts. Pain radiated outward from her solar plexus as she exhaled sharply. The second stomp hit her in the face, re-opening the cut on her forehead. Her vision grew red and blurry as blood trickled into her eyes. After the third stomp, she was so blinded and dazed that she lost track of where the blows were landing.
Ashley continued her onslaught, reducing the once-proud Tiger to a twitching, bloody mess beneath her feet. The Indian woman's arms dropped limply to her sides, her guard completely broken now, as even more stomps rained down. Her head lolled limply, shaking slightly from the force of each impact, like a bobblehead on the dashboard of a truck. Her jaw was slack, her eyes half-open, her cheeks stained with crimson streaks. She couldn't see, couldn't move, couldn't even breathe - and she definitely couldn't stop whatever Ashley was planning next.
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The British gal was possessed, she had completely lost count of how many times she had stomped onto the poor Indian girl, -Still, the heelish redhead wasn't satisfied yet. Once her leg became too fatigued to continue with the onslaught, Ashley finally stopped, she stood in place panting heavily, her shoulders raising and falling rapidly. She took a brief moment to look at the crowd, her face covered with sweat and traces of blood, Some audience members flinched when Ashley turned her maniacal gaze on them. But Ashley didn't care about anything else that wasn't the girl lying at her feet.
The Englishwoman bent down to grab Bengal by the throat, she squeezed the Indian girl's neck tight and lifted her up. She pulled her close, Their faces a few centimeters from each other. Staring deep into the barely conscious girl's eyes, Ashley let out a savage roar and rapidly hoisted Bengal high up in the air before slamming her right back onto the hard floor with a second "Crimson Fall". Ashley almost fell together with her opponent with how much effort she put into carrying out her finisher a second time.
The end was near, Ashley could feel it; she was exhausted. This match had taken its toll on the Englishwoman. Still, there was one last thing for Ashley to do before she could fully cement her victory- The heelish redhead reached down once again, this time grabbing Bengal by her feet...
After countless stomps, Ashley finally lowered her bloodstained boot to stand on two legs again. Then she bent down, seizing Bengal's neck with one viselike hand. Placing her other hand against the Tiger's back for balance, she hoisted up her opponent in one smooth motion, as easily as if she was plucking a flower. Her fingers and thumb left five red pinpricks encircling Bengal's throat. The Tiger tried to brace herself up on Ashley's arm, to lessen the force of the choke - but she found that she no longer had the strength to raise her hands.
Ashley drew her close, until the two fighters were practically kissing. This wasn't a gesture of affection, though; that much was obvious from the look on the Englishwoman's face. Her teeth were bared in a silent snarl, her eyes wide and manic. With all the damage to her outfit, and the scarlet droplets splattered across her front, she looked like the sole survivor of some terrible apocalypse. Her nostrils flared with fury, blowing hot air into Bengal's face, tickling her eyelashes. A bestial roar followed a second later, making Bengal's ears ring, and sending another wave of primal terror flooding through her.
"N-no," she started to sputter, though the hand constricting her throat made speaking nearly impossible. "Don't..." But it was far too late to beg for mercy now, not that Ashley would have shown her any if she'd asked earlier. The Red Menace pitched her body forward, driving Bengal into the floor like she was hammering a railroad spike. The Tiger's head bounced off the concrete with a sickening crack, while the wooden shards of the splintered table needled into her unprotected back. She had screamed briefly on the way down, a high, keening wail - but upon impact, everything fell silent.
Bengal's pale blue eyes gazed blankly at the ceiling, reflecting the glow of the overhead lights. The second Crimson Fall had managed to accomplish what the first hadn't, knocking the Tiger out cold. She didn't even feel it as Ashley grabbed onto her feet, setting her up for one final humiliation.
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Shrouded in an aura of deep animosity, it had been a while since someone had aroused such burning hatred in the heelish redhead. Ashley had lost any sense of technical or strategic thinking, the only thing pushing her forward now was her rage and desire to hurt her opponent. Driving Bengal back-first into the hard concrete floor, surrounded by debris, filled Ashley with profound joy, and a sadistic smile appeared on the redhead's face.
The Indian girl was battered, bloodied, and exhausted. She posed no more of a threat to Ashley than a wingless fly waiting helplessly to be squashed. This only caused Ashley's thirst for vengeance to grow even more. With an evil grin, she reached down and picked the defenseless wrestler by her feet, crossing her legs and lifting her up in a savage Inveted Cloverleaf. Inverted Cloverleaf
Ashley violently wrenched her opponent's legs as she let out a diabolical laugh, she was enjoying every second of it.
"For as long as this match continues, you won't even touch the floor again!" she yelled, continuing with the torture, adding more pressure to the hold.
