Hostile Work Environment: Ashley Morgan and Alice Evans

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley was at her limit, on the verge of fainting from the strain in her back. The pressure on her spine increased with each passing second, and then... Alice simply let go. Ashley took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the oxygen she so desperately needed as the pressure in her abdomen finally ceased. Falling back to the floor in a heap.

Alice stood back up.

The Brit's vision was blurry; the camel had done more damage than she thought. But she was still conscious, and as long as she was breathing, she would never let this woman get the better of her... especially not after the snarky attitude she had shown toward her. She had to teach Alice a lesson she would not forget.

The redhead felt the woman's arms clutching her waist with crushing force. Slowly lifting her back up to her feet.

"Bitch..." Ashley thought to herself. "My...

...My turn now..."

Before she was completely lifted, Ashley ran her hands across the rubble on the floor, looking for anything to defend herself. She got hold of a lonely stapler, lying among the broken pieces of wood scattered all over the floor. And just before Alice could set her up for another German Suplex, Ashley unfolded the stapler and swung it in a vicious arc toward her back, naturally, it wasn't her back the one she would hit, but Alice's instead.

-CLICK-

She heard the unmistakable sound of the stapler activating, driving a metal staple through a surface. Ashley made sure to swing it with enough force to make the staple dig deep into Alice's clothing and hopefully beyond.

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice was already ready to send the legendary crimson viper to pick up the papers she’d scattered on the floor with her mouth. But what intrigued her most wasn’t the fact that she was giving her a good telling-off, but that, despite everything, she wasn’t sure how she’d explain this to The Board.

She picked her up and hugged her from behind, ready to settle this dispute with a suplex. Perhaps that way, Ashley would learn not to hit managers.

"Fine. Let’s have done with this."

Miss Alice knows full well that she was merely responding to the suplex Ashley had thrown at her; therefore, they would only blame the redhead for the mess in the offices. And that, in fact, Ashley had no reason to hit her. She had merely suggested ideas to the planners; it wasn’t her fault that they decided to sideline Morgan and put a young girl with no real experience in her place to be the contender’s jobber. That was just how this industry worked. So she had no reason to feel responsible for this powerful wrestler’s grievances either.

If only Ashley had understood that instead of pointing her fist at her.

The brunette stopped hesitating and drove Morgan's stomach into itself with her embrace, lifting her off the floor before spinning round and slamming her onto the hard office floor. But before she arched back, before she reached the point of no return, a sharp sting was felt in her back.

"GAH!" And with that scream, Alice Evans let go of the redhead, and she turned her back, looking for whatever the hell had done that to her!

And there was a page. A damn page etched in her back.

"Wha-what on earth?!"

And she couldn’t reach it.

[Afterhoursclub]

More than a professional office within the confines of a well-respected wrestling promotion, the panorama around both girls was starting to look like the aftermath of a raging storm: broken furniture, papers, and office supplies scattered all over the floor, and the looming menace of things getting much worse.

Ashley was feeling exhausted, with bruises all over after being slammed violently against one of the desks that now lay in ruins. She was barely given a second to rest before Alice pulled her back up again, holding her tightly with the mission of repeating the same operation all over again, using her as a wrecking ball to continue demolishing whatever wooden equipment remained standing.

In this moment, Ashley barely remembered why they were fighting to begin with... still feeling dazed from the previous impact, but there was one thing she was very sure about:

She was pissed as hell!

When she grabbed that stapler and swung her arm around as hard as she could to try to hit Alice's back, she was very aware of what she was doing and what she was about to do next.

That -CLICK- noise, and the sudden release by the secretary girl, told Ashley everything she needed to know; her plan had worked, and now, it was time to capitalize.

The moment she was free from Alice's clutches, Ashley threw the stapler away and turned around swiftly until she was facing her foe completely. There, she shifted her body, pulled her arm back, and in a mere fraction of a second fired a thunderous strike, her fist traveling through the air at high speed, describing a vicious arc, and looking to smack Alice right on the side of her jaw with a shattering right hook.

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice tried to reach that page and pull it away from her back. But the staple had sunk deep into her skin, and she’d never been hit with a trick like that before!

She had turned her back on Ashley, and it cost her dearly. The Crimson Devil grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her round to face her, and before the secretary could even gather her thoughts, Ashley’s fist collided with her jaw.

"Guugh!"

The blow spun her around! Her face went blank, spit flying from her parted lips. Alice wasn’t prepared for any of that!

The impact shook more than just her glass jaw. It had shaken her brain. Her posture collapsed, on the verge of falling to her knees, with her head slumped onto the desk.

[Afterhoursclub]

"Goddamn nerd!" Ashley yelled as soon as her fist connected squarely with the secretary's jaw, causing her to crumble headfirst onto one of the few desks that remained in one piece. Ashley had to admit... it was a miracle that nobody, not even one security guard, had entered the office with all the noise and the chaos that their sudden war was causing.

In fact, two miracles had happened- The other one being Alice's head remaining attached to her body after the tremendous strike that Ashley had delivered. Let alone the girl still being conscious, if barely. However, that redhead was more than happy to fix that...

"Come here, bitch!" The redhead, with a visible limp, slowly approached Alice's dazed form and grabbed a handful of her hair. "I'm still not done with you!"

With one swift motion, Ashley lifted Alice's head, taking a moment to look upon her stunned face, and then she violently slammed her against the desk's wooden cover, causing the whole piece of furniture to shake upon impact. The Red Menace would yank Alice up again and repeat the brutal punishment once more, twice... several times until her arms were tired.

[Hagen-Autem]

Alice was going to need a moment to recover from that devastating blow. Her thoughts were all over the place. She hadn’t even realized she’d collapsed onto a folding desk. Or rather, She hadn’t even realized she was kneeling with her chest pressed against the desk. Drooling over it.

The world seemed to be spinning; her body felt so numb as her back rose and fell with gentle breaths.

There was nothing she could do, except moan when someone grabbed her ponytail and lifted her. Her legs barely cooperated, and her body offered no resistance to that grip. Ashley could see her dazed expression, mouth agape and eyes unfocused... before she grabbed her by the nape of the neck and pushed her face against the desk!

The brunette saw Stars burst behind her eyelids. There was barely a "Gugh!" as the impact echoed. Her forehead went first. Then she was lifted again, only to be slammed into the desk once more.

Her arms only moved from the force of the impacts before falling and fluttering again with the next.

After the third one, she was left kneeling, only to be pulled to her feet and made to continue. Over and over.

Her body would straighten only to bend back against the desk, each time with less resistance to offer. Some impacts caught her forehead; others were softened by her cheekbone, leaving her with a humiliating expression; and sometimes the impacts landed on her lips, forcing her to kiss the desk. Her mind couldn’t return after that. Her eyes rolled back in her head, unconscious. But Ashley continued.

After the fifth slam, the secretary had become little more than a ragdoll covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her arms sway behind her with each impact.

Alice would have a vague memory of seeing the desk move away and come back to kiss her repeatedly after this. It was the only description that fit.

By the time Ashley was satisfied, Alice’s body would be numb, her mouth agape, drooling, and her eyes rolled back, unable to resist whatever Ashley wanted to do to her. A faint line of blood would run across her forehead after this onslaught. A rather superficial wound, given all the attention she’d just received.

"Ah-gah-ha-ah..."

A small spasm ran through her body. Her knees seemed ready to give out, the only thing keeping her standing being Morgan’s grip on her head.

[Afterhoursclub]

There was an undeniable truth that followed the redhead everywhere, no matter what she was doing, and this sole truth had basically defined her wrestling career since the very first day that she stepped inside a ring:

The moment Ashley got angry, all reason ceased to exist for her... any strategy and any form of restraint vanished right in front of her eyes, focusing only on one thing: Utterly dismantling anyone or anything that caused said anger in the first place.

And right now... she wasn't just angry... she was absolutely livid:

Because of the unfair situation that had brought her to the offices that night.
Because of all the pain and the punishment she had been put through during the altercation
Because Alice's lack of interest in solving her problem...
Because of Alice acting like a real bitch...
Because of ALICE! Because of Alice!

Because of Alice!

The same phrase repeated over and over in her mind, every time she slammed the secretary's face against the desk's wooden cover to a loud, sickening thud. The redhead was not thinking of anything else; she couldn't- for she was lost in a violent trance, clouding any sign of self-control and restraint that might have remained in her consciousness. Not that it would have done much to stop the Brits' rampage.

It wasn't until the growing fatigue that took over her entire arm forced her to stop, finally allowing her to contemplate the result of her lack of control: Alice's figure crumbled over the desk, barely moving... I took Ashley a whole 5 seconds to register what she was seeing- And yet, she still didn't feel satisfied.

Being tossed around the office, disregarded as if nothing, and treated like a second-rate wrestler were all serious offenses she could not just let pass.

Ashley jumped onto the desk, carefully positioning herself right in the center until she found enough balance to lift the sleeping secretary. Alice didn't even react at that moment, much less offer any resistance to the redhead's antics. She grabbed the woman and brought her right in front.

"You should have fucking listened!" Ashley declared before hoisting Alice over her shoulder with surprising ease, manhandling the office worker until she was hanging upside down from the Red Menace's arms. Ashley adjusted her grip so she kept Alice tightly in place, and without wasting a single second more, she jumped... getting a few short instants of air time before spiking the secretary head-first into the desk... with the piece of furniture exploding under the weight of both wrestlers.

A cloud of dust, splinters, and papers burst into the air as soon as Alice's skull tore through the wood, causing both women to plummet to the ground in a messy heap.