Bengal Bites Back: Gym Brawl vs Ashley Morgan

[Afterhoursclub]

The redhead didn't wake up the entire time she was being dragged back to the sauna. A few glimpses through half-open eyes, but her mind wasn't processing anything at all, just a faint, uncomfortable sensation as the skin on her back slid across the floor, leaving a wet trail. The fact that Bengal could move someone as large as Ashley was an impressive feat in itself, but it was overshadowed by the mischievous plan the Tiger had devised.

Dropping Ashley in the middle of the sauna, Bengal then proceeded to crank the temperature all the way up to the maximum, breaking the control switch in the room, making it effectively impossible to regulate from the inside. A hissing noise was heard as the thick vapor began to envelop the entire area rather quickly, and the air turned heavy. It was becoming difficult to breathe. Bengal left, locking the door and jamming it shut with a mop, leaving the British gal trapped inside.

Slowly, the intense heat levels inside the sauna caused the redhead to begin to wake up, more as an instinctive reaction to extreme conditions than because she was recovering. Ashley opened her eyes and met a thick steam cloud; she could barely see the ceiling. The air was dry, and a burning sensation hit her whole body right away. She brought one hand up to her head, and a pained expression appeared on her face as she felt a pulsating headache, a product of the hard hits with the locker door.

She rolled onto her side and crawled, confused. She recognized the sauna, but didn't remember going back in. Suddenly, a strong wave of heat hit her.

"FUCK!" she yelled, feeling the extreme temperature instantly. She staggered to her feet, slipping halfway and falling on her butt, causing the floor to shake. She was sweating profusely, making the whole floor slippery around her.

"The hell is going on?" Ashley struggled to get back up, almost as if her feet were covered with soap. She walked to where she remembered the temperature switch being, but only found a few loose cables. "What?!" finally desperation got to her, she needed to get the fuck out, the redhead hurried to the door between all the steam and vapor clouds only to find it shut tight.

The Brit started to bang on the door, hitting it hard both with her fists and her shoulder. The door was shaking uncontrollably, but remained in place as the temperature kept rising

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal laughed as she watched Ashley slide off her feet, falling right onto her toned rear. The Tiger picked up a nearby floor sign, with a message reading "Caution! Slippery When Wet!" - likely another item left in the locker room by the janitor. She held it up to the glass, waggling it back and forth. "Careful, Red! Watch your step!" she chirped, as the Englishwoman fumbled desperately with the broken temperature control. Seeming to realize how futile that was, she began pounding on the door instead, trying to batter it down.

Under normal circumstances, a powerhouse like Ashley would have had little trouble breaking through the flimsy door. But her long workout, followed by the unexpected struggle with Bengal, had left the Red Menace exhausted, and the slick tile floor made it hard for her to get any traction. Still, she fought on bravely, rattling the door in its frame like a booming bass speaker. Her fists slammed against the glass panel, each blow wiping away some of the steam that had condensed there. Yet the heat in the room was so intense that the surface immediately fogged up again.

Bengal couldn't see Ashley's expression anymore through the thickening steam, but she could hear the desperation in her voice. "Hey, I think it's a pull door!" she called to the other woman, as if she'd just thought of the idea. "Try pulling instead, honey. I'll push from this side!" She braced her arms against the handle and leaned forward. But of course, it wasn't a pull door, and the Tiger wasn't trying to be helpful.

[Afterhoursclub]

The air was getting heavier with every passing second, and the heat was becoming unbearable. Ashley smashed the door, trying to pry it open, but it just didn't budge. She pressed her shoulder against it and pushed. Ashley caught a glimpse of someone just outside the door through the small glass window; it was Bengal, smiling and laughing uncontrollably.

"YOU!..."

She pressed her face closer to the glass.

"When I get out of here!..." her rabid breath fogging up the window.

The thick steam cut off any remaining visibility between them. Ashley brought one hand up to her brow; She was starting to feel the fatigue and the exhaustion accumulating. The effort of trying to break the door down, mixed with the tiredness of her previous training routine, was taking its toll on the redhead. And now trapped in the sauna at an excessively hot temperature. Ashley stopped for a moment, feeling a sudden headache breaking out...

"I... need... to take a quick..."

She leaned on the wall, pressing her back against it as she looked up, trying to stop the feeling of dizziness. It was getting hard to breathe; Her mouth remained wide open the whole time, she was sweating buckets -literally. Slowly, as her eyelids felt heavier and heavier, her back began to slide down the wall until she fell into a sitting position with her head low. Her arms hung limp at her sides. She stared at the floor, with a lost look on her reddened face.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal cocked her head to the side expectantly, as if was waiting for Ashley to finish her remark. "When you get out of here...what?" she teased, holding a hand to her ear. "C'mon, don't leave me hanging! Tell me!"

But the end of that sentence never came. The Englishwoman was too worn out to finish her thought. Her blows against the door grew weaker and more sporadic, then finally stopped altogether. Bengal watched as her former opponent slumped against the sauna wall, leaving a moist trail behind her as she slid snail-like to the floor. Her eyelids drooped closed, while her mouth stretched wide open, as if she was begging for water on a desert island. Bengal pressed her nose to the glass, making sure to memorize every detail of Ashley's anguished expression, before the coiling steam hid her from sight completely.

Bengal waited until she was absolutely sure that Ashley had passed out from the heat. Then she waited a while longer, just for good measure. The Tiger hadn't forgotten the torment that the Red Menace had put her through during their last fight. That Inverted Cloverleaf had been particularly nasty, leaving her with a limp that persisted for days after the match. "You know, people say that revenge is a dish best served cold," she mused, placing one hand flat against the window to feel the warmth radiating from inside. "They don't know what they're talking about, though. I like mine hot!"

There was no reply. Except for the drip of water, and the steady tick of the radiator, the locker room was as quiet as the grave. Bengal pulled the mop out of the door handle, tossing it to the floor with a clatter. Then she threw the door open wide, releasing a billowing cloud of vapor. Once it had cleared, she strode inside to get a closer look at her fallen rival. Apart from the steady rise and fall of her rugged chest, Ashley wasn't moving. Her long stint in the sauna had left her skin flushed and damp; she looked like a steamed lobster about to pop out of its shell.

"Guess you're really the 'Red Menace' now, huh?" Bengal quipped, nudging the other woman with the toe of her boot. Then she bent down, running her fingers through Ashley's sopping hair. The fabric of the Englishwoman's white bra was almost soaked through, she noticed. She pulled back on the elastic, then released, letting it snap against her shoulder. After the way Ashley had humiliated her, it felt extremely satisfying to treat the larger woman like a helpless doll. But she wouldn't be helpless for much longer - and besides, Bengal had just gotten another idea.

Keeping a close eye out for the spa staff, she crept back into the changing area. She quickly scanned the sinks and countertops, looking through the discarded items that other women had accidentally left behind. She soon found what she was searching for: a tube of lipstick. She snapped off the cap, to check the color. Red. It was just too perfect.

Chuckling at her own wit, Bengal entered the sauna once more, twisting the lipstick up as far as it would extend. Then she pulled Ashley away from the wall and dropped the Englishwoman into a prone position, leaving her back exposed. Bengal pressed the tip of the lipstick down between Ashley's shoulder blades, and began to write. The scarlet letters she left behind were smeared and runny, but there was no mistaking what they spelled: COOKED.

Still giggling like a schoolgirl, Bengal straightened up. In a perfect world, she would have liked to keep playing with her prey all night long. But she could already hear the janitors outside, returning from their break. Her time was up. With one last mocking wave, she left the redhead lying on the tile floor, tossing the used-up lipstick over her shoulder as she went. Then she ducked out a fire exit and vanished into the night. As she left, her one regret was that she wouldn't get to see the looks on the staff's faces, when they discovered what she'd done to Ashley...