Bengal Bites Back: Gym Brawl vs Ashley Morgan

[Afterhoursclub]

Aman Tokyo Spa
6:25 PM

Wrestling was Ashley's passion; There was no doubt about that. The feeling of completely overpowering an opponent... Slamming someone against the canvas as hard as she could, being free to cause as much chaos and havoc as she pleased while being paid for it-

It was too good to be true.

Since her arrival in LAW, Ashley had already made a name for herself, participating in numerous matches with mixed results, but quickly gaining popularity among fans. The redhead never cared much about the reactions and opinions of the crowd, as long as she had the opportunity to continue beating up the unfortunate souls who had the bad luck of crossing her path.

However, as much as the heelish redhead enjoyed playing her role in the food chain, even she had to admit she needed a little time to relax every now and then; a chance to get away from the wrestling rings, fancy entrances, and gym dumbbells. Luckily, she'd found the perfect place to do it.

As night fell over the bustling city of Tokyo, Ashley found herself in a modest spa near her apartment, a place where she could get away from the unwanted crowd and enjoy some time alone. The place never had too many customers when she went, which was one more reason why she liked it. The timer was about to hit 40 minutes since Ashley had entered the sauna. Covered only by a thick robe, the redhead was getting ready to leave.

A thick cloud of steam escaped through the door as Ashley opened it, suddenly appearing in the whiteness like a ghost. The lockers were located right outside, and Ashley went to retrieve her belongings. After a few minutes, she was wearing a white bra and a pair of black shorts. She grabbed her towel and proceeded to dry her hair, covering her entire head with it. Momentarily losing sight of anything...

or anyone around-

Ashley Morgan

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Suddenly, a weight dropped onto Ashley's broad shoulders from above. The Englishwoman's powerful legs were the only thing that kept her from collapsing to the tile floor of the locker room. She gasped in surprise, only to find herself unable to draw in any air, as her towel was wrapped tightly around her face like a mummy's bindings. She tried to pry her assailant off, but whoever it was had secured herself too firmly.

Just then, she heard a familiar voice: "Heya, Red! Miss me?" An expression of shock spread across Ashley's face, though it was hidden beneath the towel. She recognized the other woman immediately. It was Bengal, the Blaze Tiger, the wrestler she'd defeated in one of her first matches. The Red Menace hadn't seen her rival since that fateful night. Bengal, however, had been seeing plenty of her, in the Tiger's long quest for revenge. She'd been stalking Ashley for weeks now, carefully keeping track of her quarry's habits, before finally deciding on the place where she'd strike. If she timed it right, she could do it after her rival emerged from the sauna, when no one else was around.

Bengal's plan had gone off without a hitch, and she'd hidden on top of the high lockers, waiting to pounce until her target was most vulnerable. Although Ashley couldn't see it at the moment, her former opponent had donned a new outfit, different from the one she'd worn at their last match. Her current clothes looked more suited to the connected gym-spa setting, which might have been the point. Perhaps this was the Tiger's attempt to blend in with anyone else she might encounter. If that was the case, she'd done a pretty poor job of it, since she was still wearing her fake cat ears and slit-pupil contact lenses.

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Luckily, the locker room had been empty, so that hadn't been a problem. Now, Bengal twisted vengefully on the towel gripped in her hands, determined to get some retribution for the humiliating loss she'd suffered. The fact that this rematch wasn't anything close to a "fair fight" didn't weigh very heavily on the Tiger's mind. The only "fair" thing to her mind would be seeing Ashley choked out and at her mercy. Then, with the building deserted, she could start to have some real fun...

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley held her arms up, brushing her entire face with the towel, not paying attention to her surroundings. She was alone in the locker room; All the other clients present when she arrived had already left. Either after finishing their respective spa session, or just plain leaving after crossing gazes with the heelish redhead.

She rarely ever encountered anyone else from "work" outside LAW facilities, so running into any unwanted company was very unlikely.

At least, that´s what she thought...

Suddenly, the towel Ashley was using tightened around her face, pulling her back abruptly. She felt a strange weight on her shoulders out of nowhere, but she didn't have the time to ponder what it was; She was being suffocated.

"The... fuck!" Ashley yelled, mumbling her words into the fabric, trying her best to pry her face free. She struggled and heaved, but the mysterious weight refused to get off of her. Clinging even tighter to her body instead. Her shoulder hit the lockers at the side, causing the entire line to shake, and sending a loud metallic noise echoing through the room.

The lack of oxygen was becoming more evident by the second. She tried to claw the towel off to no avail.

That's when she heard a familiar voice greeting her,

"You!" Her blood started to boil instantly. She knew it was Bengal right away, that annoying screeching voice could not be forgotten so easily.

She put more effort into trying to get the girl off of her back, shaking and heaving violently. Of course, this only caused her to burn oxygen faster, but she had to take action; The redhead couldn't just sit down and wait to get choked out either.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal wrapped the ends of the towel around her wrists, straining her joints, but also making it harder for Ashley to pull away. She heard her victim gasp a few muffled words, but she couldn't make them out through the thick fabric. That's the way she wanted it, though. She didn't come here tonight to listen to any speeches.

She snapped her legs together in a triangle choke, increasing the pressure on the Englishwoman's neck even further. Bengal swayed back and forth on Ashley's shoulders, bobbing and weaving like a cobra rising from a jar. She made sure to keep her own head and back well away from the metal lockers, as the redhead blundered into them blindly. The resulting metallic clang seemed to rattle the entire room.

Unfortunately for Ashley, no one from the spa staff came running to help. A few people had heard the noise, but assumed that it was the Red Menace herself, doing one of her exercise routines. That particular client was notorious for her overly enthusiastic workouts, and she didn't appreciate being interrupted during them. The manager at the front desk shrugged and put his headphones back on, deciding it was better not to get involved. If Ashley wanted to stop Bengal, she would have to do it herself.

Bengal wasn't about to let that happen. She cranked back again on the towel, feeling the cotton fibers creak as they were stretched to their breaking point. She craned her neck down, making sure to speak loudly enough so that Ashley would be able to hear her through the binding. "I noticed you were getting a little flabby," the Tiger taunted, her voice dripping with fake concern. She pushed the toe of her black-and-white boot into the Englishwoman's middle as she spoke. "So I'm giving you an extra workout!"

That was all bullshit, naturally. Ashley's muscle tone was just as impressive as it had been the night she beat the Tiger. Her abdominals were rock-solid, to the point where it was difficult for her rival's boot to even make a dent in them. But Bengal wasn't just lying to be catty. She knew that the Red Menace took tremendous pride in her physique. She hoped that getting her angry would cause her to lose control of her motions, squandering more precious oxygen.

As cocky as the Tiger was acting right now, she knew that she only had one shot at this. She had to overwhelm the Englishwoman with her opening ambush. If Ashley broke free, and things devolved into an open fight on the locker room floor...she didn't even want to think about what the larger woman would do to her then.

[Afterhoursclub]

Aman Tokyo Spa was usually a quiet place, especially when Ashley was around, none dared to utter a word or make unwanted or unnecessary noise around the Brit. Only Ashley and her impromptu training sessions occasionally broke the peaceful quietness ever present inside the modest establishment.

However, tonight. That seemed to play against the redhead! Struggling to stay upright as the last remnants of oxygen in her lungs slowly burned out. Ashley's was left all by herself to deal with her sneaky attacker.

The wet towel was coiled tightly around her skin, her mouth wide open, covered by the fabric, unable to draw any air in. On top of that, she was being subjected to cruel headscissors, with both of Bengal's legs wrapped around her neck, squeezing hard. Things rapidly went from bad to worse for the English woman.

Ashley tried to yank the towel off of her face, but the Tiger kept it tight in place. Hearing her opponent's taunting, she felt Bengal's boot poking her gut, angering her even more.

"Graahh!" Ashley's muffled grunts echoed in the room, together with the metallic clatter of her body crashing into the lockers.

"I'm gonna...

K-... kill...

Y... You...

Suddenly, Ashley felt her eyelids heavier, her movements became slower and clumsier. She went down to one knee, still trying to fight against Bengal's ambush, but it was clearly a losing battle for her.

"D... damn-... You... -"

Ashley tried to claw at Bengal's legs in one last attempt to break free, as her world began to fade into darkness.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

"Are you using claws?" Bengal asked incredulously, as Ashley scraped her nails against the Tiger's legs in desperation. "No fair! Quit stealing my gimmick!" Her target's ceaseless thrashing was making the inside of Bengal's thighs hot with friction. She bit her upper lip, and squeezed tighter. A steady stream of water dripped from the cloth as it was wrung out from the pressure, trickling down Ashley's carved body.

The Englishwoman was getting pretty well wrung out as well. She was on her knees now, the towel still draped over her face like a funeral shroud. Her jaw was open wide, trapped in a silent scream, and her struggles were swiftly growing weaker. Bengal couldn't afford to wait, however - or maybe she just didn't want to. She grabbed the door of a nearby locker, and began slamming it repeatedly against Ashley's head, hoping to knock her out even quicker. BANG-BANG-BANG! The rhythmic noise was like the report of a machine gun in the confines of the cramped room. As for the Aman staff, they just figured that the Red Menace was doing some extra sets.

[Afterhoursclub]

Fatigue and exertion were beginning to take their toll on the redhead, as all attempts to get Bengal off of her had been unsuccessful so far. It looked as if The Tiger had tightened her hold on her instead. Her movements became slower, she was drawing short breaths, and keeping up with the struggle was becoming too difficult.

Ashley fell to her knees, one hand pressing against the locker door beside her to help her balance, the other still trying to grasp Bengal's thigh, but with noticeably less energy.

"Fucking...

...b-...

bitch...!"

She cursed Bengal, cursed being caught by surprise. She hated her helplessness. Had she been prepared, she would have taught this brat another painful lesson. Now she was on her knees and in a compromising position against an undeserving foe.

"I...

I.. gonna..-"

And then: SLAM! Ashley's last attempts at uttering complete sentences were interrupted by a harsh hit to her head. She never saw it coming through the towel that covered her face, but the sound it made and knowing where they were, Ashley could deduce it was the door of one of the lockers.

She then felt another strike, and another... a series of rapid blows shook her body, her head snapping back after each hit, but kept in place by Bengal's thighs. Finally, Ashley's arms went limp to her sides, and after one last hard hit, she fell backward, carrying her opponent down with her.

Ashley landed on her back, her arms spread to the sides, and with Bengal's thighs still coiled around her neck and her face trapped by that damn towel.

The strong girl lay motionless on the floor, her skin covered in a thick layer of sweat and glistening under the bright lights of the locker room.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

After the third blow from the locker door, Ashley's arms dropped to her sides. But it wasn't until the Englishwoman pitched over backward, landing spread-eagled on the floor with a wet thud, that Bengal knew she was truly unconscious. She kept the choke locked in for a few more seconds anyway, squeezing even harder now that her target had stopped resisting - just to check that Ashley wasn't faking, of course. She didn't believe that a meathead like the Red Menace actually had the cunning to try something like that, but it never hurt to be sure.

Once she was confident that Ashley was truly out of it, Bengal unclamped her thighs from the larger woman's neck. Removing the towel from her rival's head, she paused for a moment to admire the way her mouth gaped in surprise, like a fish dying on a dock. "Awww, poor Red," she crooned, running her fingers through the other woman's crimson hair. "Never saw it coming, did you?" The way Ashley's eyes were still half-open was a little unnerving, however. Bengal made sure to close them with the palm of her hand, before dropping her head to the floor with a dismissive gesture.

The long struggle under the hot fluorescent lights had left both of their bodies dripping with perspiration, and the sharp scent of sweat filled Bengal's nostrils. It was an irresistible sensation. Bending over, she began to lick the moisture that had pooled in the channels between Ashley's abs, like a cat lapping at a saucer of milk. It tasted like salt - and sweet revenge. A combination worth savoring, Bengal thought to herself as she smirked.

That said, she couldn't remain in this position forever. Ashley was tough, and she was bound to wake up sooner or later. Even now, as Bengal's tongue played across her exposed stomach, she was stirring faintly, making soft moans. Bengal had to bring this tale of vengeance to its conclusion, before the Red Menace turned the tables on her.

Originally, her plan had been simple. Like a schoolyard bully, she was going to shove Ashley into one of the empty lockers, and leave her there overnight. Maybe the Aman staff would find her the next morning - and maybe they wouldn't. But she soon realized that this wasn't going to work. As she gripped the redhead under the arms and hoisted her up, she could already see that Ashley's broad shoulders were wider than the locker door. There was no way she could possibly fit.

Bengal tried anyway, shoving the Englishwoman roughly into the metal container, like she was trying to pack too much luggage into a too-small suitcase. None of it was working, and Ashley's groans were growing louder. Stymied, the Tiger stopped pushing, looking around for ideas. That's when she saw the cloud of steam, billowing from the sauna door that the Red Menace had neglected to shut behind her. Perfect, Bengal thought. She tore Ashley out of the locker, and began dragging her by the ankles across the slick tiles, hoping that she wouldn't recover before she reached her final destination.

[Afterhoursclub]

By the time Ashley's back hit the floor, the redhead was already gone, her world shrouded into complete darkness after the thunderous strikes to her head with the locker door, together with the suffocating choke that Bengal had trapped her with.

A loud -thud- echoed in the spa's room the moment she collapsed motionless on the hard wood. Bengal's extra hard squeeze on the Brits head being nothing more than overkill at that point. Ashley's powerful figure laid bare and defenseless at the Tigers complete mercy, whom didn't waste any time before enjoying the spoils of her mischievous actions, running a playful tongue over the crevices of the red head's toned abdomen, getting nothing more than a few soft moans as response.

To Ashley, everything that happened after she felt the wet towel coiling tightly around her face will forever remain a mystery, except for a few brief moments of consciousness; She felt her body being lifted and pushed into a narrow space, grunting a few times while being placed in uncomfortable positions. Her vision would remain an unfocused mess.

The next thing Ashley would have faint memories of, is feeling her body being dragged by her feet, her arms limp and spread over her heard while being pulled across the room towards an unknown destination.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Ashley didn't move a muscle as Bengal dragged her over the threshold into the sauna. She let go of the Englishwoman's legs, depositing her in the center of the cramped room. The heater was off now, but the sauna was still sweltering from its recent use. Ribbons of steam rose from the damp floor and coiled around the walls. Despite the warmth, Bengal pretended to shiver, crossing her hands over her chest and running them up and down her arms. "Brrrrr...little chilly in here, don't you think?" she declared, placing one hand on the temperature control built into the wall. "Let's fix that." She cranked the device up to its maximum setting, then broke the plastic dial off in her hand. The radiator began to hiss and tick, and the steam thickened. Now, the only way to shut off the heat would be from the outside.

That was where Bengal was headed. Striding out of the room, she closed the glass-paneled door behind her, then picked up a mop that one of the spa janitors had left leaning against the wall. She thrust the mop through the handle of the door, jamming it shut, then stepped back to appreciate her own handiwork. By this point, the steam within the sauna had grown so thick that she couldn't even see Ashley through the glass.

Bengal stared hungrily into the sauna, like a housecat watching a bird feeder through a window. She knew that it was risky to remain here; the longer she stayed, the greater the chance she'd be seen by someone on the staff. But she just couldn't tear herself away. She wondered if Ashley would awaken soon, and what her reaction would be if she did. Would she start panicking, banging on the door, pleading to be let out? Seeing the vaunted "Red Menace" in a state like that would be a real treat, especially after what she'd put Bengal through. That said, the Tiger would be just as satisfied if Ashley remained unconscious on the floor, broken and done. Well-done, she thought to herself, smirking at her own joke, as the temperature in the sauna climbed ever higher.