Red in Tooth and Claw: Ashley Morgan VS. Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal flew like a missile toward the steel steps, still dazed after the violent fall she'd taken. The inevitable collision that followed knocked her back awake, but also left her even more damaged. Her forehead bounced off the top step's textured steel surface, leaving a nasty scrape, while the cruel edges dug deep into her chest. The impact was so severe that the steps went tumbling across the concrete floor, making a deafening clang as they went. The Tiger was left sprawled near the corner of the ring. She rolled over onto her back with a grunt of effort, rubbing her temples with her fingers in a futile attempt to stop the ringing in her ears.

Ashley's slow, deliberate approach afforded Bengal some time to recover, though not nearly as much as she needed. As the redhead drew close, the Indian woman threw a kick at her knee, hoping to injure the critical joint. But the cut on her forehead was already starting to bleed into her eyes, blinding her, and the kick was wild - a shot in the dark, practically. Would the Tiger score a lucky blow, despite her handicap? Or would her errant attack just provide Ashley with another opportunity to punish her?

[Afterhoursclub]

The sound of her opponent's body crashing violently with the steel steps, the deafening metallic noise of said steps bouncing uncontrollably on the concrete floor, Bengal's pained grunts, as she laid motionless on the floor-It all came as an exquisite symphony to Ashley's ears. The heelish redhead could almost dance as she approached her defenseless victim. Still she kept her one true objective in mind and she was far from accomplishing it. She would not rest until she had completely obliterated the poor indian girl.

As the Englishwoman drew closer to the downed Tiger, this one began to kick wildly in a futile attempt to keep the redhead at bay.

"Hmph! Stop struggling, we are almost done!" uttered Ashley in a cold tone while smiling from ear to ear, she slapped Bengal's leg away.

Ashley raised her foot as high as she could and with a swift motion she quickly brought it down, once again trying to bury her heel deep onto Bengal's gut. She was planning to dismantle her opponent slowly, and she was gonna enjoy every second.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal felt a stinging slap upon her leg as Ashley easily brushed her kick aside, casually swatting it away like a bothersome fly. She was beginning to understand the sheer difference in strength between herself and her opponent, and it terrified her. Before she could think of a follow-up, the redhead stomped her in the gut, making her abdominals spasm uncontrollably. A spray of spittle erupted from Bengal's mouth as the air was driven from her body, settling on her face in a fine mist. Pain was radiating through her intestines; it felt as if she'd swallowed a hive of bees. Ashley's sneering face swam in front of her, distorting and blurring into a double image as she told the Tiger to "stop struggling".

Bengal was sorely tempted to take that advice. Then again, the Red Menace didn't seem like the type to show mercy on a surrendering enemy. It was more likely that the reason Ashley wanted the Tiger to "stop struggling" was just so she could destroy her more efficiently. She had to resist, no matter how painful. The Indian woman gritted her teeth, her legs shaking like saplings in a storm as she tried to stand.

"I'm...not...done," she panted, one hand holding onto her stomach, as she raised the other in a defiant fist. "And I'll...NEVER...stop!" Brave words, but unless Bengal was able to back them up with actions, they would mean nothing. The Tiger stared her larger opponent down, her vision starting to clear. She tensed her muscles like springs, trying to anticipate the Englishwoman's next move - and hopefully, use it to make a reversal.

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley's menacing figure loomed over Bengal, casting a dark shadow that enveloped the Indian girl's entire body. As she looked down to her injuried opponent, the arena's bright lights behind Ashley obscured her features, giving her an even more sinister appearance. A faint gleam on the red head's face as she smiled.

Suddenly, the shadow over Bengal vanished, the Tiger's eyes narrowed with the new influx of light. Like a raging storm, Ashley continued on her way, walking past Bengal and reaching the announcers table.

"Get out!" "All of you!"

The British redhead commanded everyone to step away, no one daring to protest; With a violent swipe of her muscular arm, she cleared the table of any paper, document, and pen that where left behind. Throwing the transmission monitors to the sides in anger. Finally, leaving the table bare, she looked back at her victim, still on the floor.

Returning to Bengal's side, Ashley grabbed the Indian girl's head and pulled her up and back to her feet, coiling her arm around the tiger neck in a side headlock, she dragged the still dizzy victim closer to the table.

"Let's see if you can still stand after this!" uttered Ashley into Bengal's ear just before she attempted to set up one of her most damaging moves: The Standing Suplex!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As Ashley trapped Bengal in a tight side headlock, the Tiger tried to escape with another leg screw. In her weakened state, however, it felt like trying to tackle a tank. The redhead didn't even wobble. Instead, she dragged Bengal roughly for a few yards, then abruptly lifted her up in the air. The Tiger's head spun as the world around her suddenly inverted, like a reflection in the surface of a still pond. It was hard for the Indian woman to keep track of her surroundings - but she did recall that the announcer's table was directly behind her, though she couldn't see it with her head cradled against Ashley's shoulder. Bengal's heart leaped up into her throat as she realized what her opponent was about to do.

The announcers obviously realized too. They had already gotten up from the table, indignant at Ashley sweeping their papers away. Now, they were scattering with shouts of alarm as the Red Menace stomped toward them, an unstoppable juggernaut hell-bent on destruction. Bengal kicked her legs in the air over her head, mewling with panic, but she couldn't break free. A second later, Ashley was dropping backward like a felled tree, and Bengal dropped right along with her.

The Tiger's spine smashed into the bare wooden surface of the table, breaking the flimsy furniture apart in a cloud of paint chips and splinters. There was an earsplitting crack, as if a gun had gone off. When the dust cleared, Bengal was lying on her back in the middle of the wreckage. With her torn clothes and limbs twisted at odd angles, she resembled an unwanted doll, thrown in the trash and forgotten. The only sign of life was the steady rise and fall of her chest.

[Afterhoursclub]

-CRASH!-

There was a deafening noise as both wrestlers went down, with Bengal taking the worst part by crashing right onto the table, wooden splinters flying everywhere as the crowd roared in unison.

Ashley rolled to the side, she received some damage by letting her back hit the concrete floor, but as long as it was to continue with her opponent's punishment, it was all worth it.

And worthy is was...

Once the heelish redhead managed to get up again, her eyes met with a delightful scene:

Bengal's battered body lying over a pile of rubble, pieces of the announcers table scattered all around her, the girl barely moving, with the referee and the closest staff members checking up on her.

Ashley's features filled with sadistic joy as she walked closer to the poor Indian girl. Pushing people to the side as she approached, she took a few moments to appreciate her work before raising one foot and stepping over Bengal's chest, both as a sing of dominance and also in a pinfall attempt.

The referee dropped down to initiate the count:

"ONE"
...

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

As Bengal's spirit gradually returned to her shattered body, the first thing the Tiger became aware of was pain - intense, all-encompassing pain, pain so total that she couldn't recognize where one injury ended and the next began. As the moments passed, she was able to separate each one in turn. The splinters and scrapes lining her back, the pounding ache in her head, the spreading bruises on her hips and shoulders; all of them melded together in an endless sea of agony. Then, without warning, another sensation intruded. A firm weight pressed down on her chest, squashing her breasts against her ribcage. What was it?

The Tiger peeped open a single eye, unable to resist her own curiosity. Her vision was blurry, but she could still make out Ashley's dark leather boot planted on top of her. The Red Menace wasn't even bothering to dirty her hands with a traditional pin. Maybe she didn't believe that her opponent was worth the effort. The referee slapped her hand down next to the Indian woman's head, immediately demanding her attention. "TWO!"

That dismissive posture infuriated Bengal, and her newfound rage gave her one last, desperate burst of energy. She sat up as if she'd been electrocuted, nostrils flaring, both eyes springing open. Her midsection throbbed from the sudden movement, but her surging adrenaline helped to ease the discomfort somewhat. She seized onto Ashley's ankle, digging her nails into the thick leather of the Englishwoman's boot as she twisted the joint like a steering wheel. Arms burning from the strain, she lifted the larger fighter's leg off her, leaving Ashley balancing awkwardly on one foot.

"Should have gone for a real pin," the Tiger growled through clenched teeth. "You won't get a second chance!" She gave Ashley's ankle one last twist, then shoved it away from her, threatening to send the redhead toppling backward. The referee looked on with concern. The ring apron was only a few yards behind the crimson-clad fighter. If Ashley fell from her current position, she might end up cracking the back of her skull against the corner of the ring apron!

[Afterhoursclub]

The heelish redhead already saw herself as the rightful victor once the referee's hand slapped the floor a second time. Not even bothering to look at her defeated opponent anymore, instead she turned her attention toward the crowd, this was only but a taste of what the British gal would do to anyone standing in her way; To anyone who dared to cross her path and step into the ring with her...

If only she had bothered to apply a proper pin...

Out of nowhere, Ashley felt pain creeping up her leg, a burning sensation coming from her ankle up. She looked down only to make a shocking discovery:

Bengal was still in the game and suddenly came back to life, clawing her boot and twisting her foot. For a brief moment, the redhead's eyes met the Tiger's, a shiver ran down her spine as she saw burning rage behind the Indian's pupils. That was until she kept twisting her foot even more.

"Argh!" a cry of pain left the redhead's lips as she suddenly found herself losing balance and being pushed backwards toward the ring. Bengal shoved her away with renewed strength, the British Gal now losing her footing completely, falling back.

Ashley was aware of her surroundings and how close they were to the ring, she tried to twist her body in a futile attempt to minimize any damage from the fall, but she didn't had enough time to react. The Englishwoman's back ended up violently hitting the edge of the ring's apron, the whole structure trembling with the force of the impact.

Ashley fell on her side, her entire body writhing and her back arching as intense pain washed over her.

"Gaaargh..!" a deafening cry.

The heelish redhead rolled on the ground, both hands coming to her back, uselessly trying to soothe the pain... Her full attention in trying to stop the pulsating sensation...

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

With Ashley's weight no longer pinning her down, Bengal was finally able to rise, although it took a while given her condition. Fortunately for the Tiger, her opponent had taken a hard fall into the ring apron, racking her spine. The redhead writhed on the floor like a wounded serpent, giving Bengal the opportunity to find her feet. Her adrenaline rush was starting to fade, and the ache in her stomach was coming back with a vengeance - but the pain helped her focus on her next goal.

As the Englishwoman started to sit up, still clutching her back, Bengal charged forward. The Tiger narrowed her eyes hatefully, remembering all the indignities she'd suffered that night: Ashley's taunts, the fall through the table, the way her opponent hadn't even bothered to look at her during her attempted pin. She channeled all her spite and pain into a single, lightning-fast kick, though her leg muscles screamed with pain from the effort. Her foot thrust forward like a piston, aimed straight for Ashley's exposed head!

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley was badly hurt, her back aching like hell. She rolled on the ground after the hard impact with the ring apron. A pained expression on her face the whole time.

Amidst the plethora of things going through the redhead's mind during those agonizing moments was the question: What the hell had just happened?

Ashley was mere seconds away from victory, suddenly she was painfully contorting on the floor. Then she remembered: "That cursed girl!"

As the intense pain began to fade away, Ashley struggled to get herself into a sitting position, she turned around looking for Bengal, if the girl was still on the floor, Ashley was gonna make her regret everything dearly up to now.

And then,

"SMACK!"

The moment Ashley looked behind her, the Tiger's foot came crashing right onto her cheek causing her whole head to snap back, spit and traces of blood flew out of the heelish redhead's mouth. Ashley lost consciousness momentarily as she fell on her back once again, her arms spread to the sides. Mouth open. And Looking at the ceiling lights with a thousand yard stare...