With Friends Like These: Ashley Morgan & Bengal VS. Naomi Van Makros (2v1 Handicap Match)

[AshAllen]

Naomi landed back on her feet after her spectacle of an axe kick looking more like a sledgehammer slamming down the nail that was Ashley’s head into the canvas. She smirked while looking down at the downed Red Menance.

“Guess you like to kiss the floor, bitch.” Naomi quipped before circling around Ashley’s downed body. Swaying her hips and putting on a little show for the crowd. The applause was loud and the cheers were twice the volume at Naomi’s little impromptu show.

“How about we end this on a HIGH NOTE?!” She roared to the crowd which was met with with more cheers.

Naomi then walked over to the nearby corner post. Climbing to the top and standing on the two ropes that made up the top barrier. The audiences eyes all on her as she was hyping everything up for a high flying finish!

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley fell to the mat, her head throbbing after the hard impact- A thunderous clap that echoed within the squared circle and that would most likely have put anyone out right on the spot...

But Ashley wasn't just "anyone."

It was true that the attack had connected fully with her head. Naomi was fast indeed- But The Red Menace was not done yet; she was getting angrier by the second. And whenever she got angry -People got hurt.

"Miserable bug!" Ashley thought, holding her head while rolling onto her back, just in time to catch Naomi climbing the turnbuckle, not paying attention to her and thinking Ashley was out for the count already. The Brit could use this...

A definite end for such an annoying opponent! As soon as Naomi was airborne, she would rise and swiftly catch her by the throat with her clawing hand; The perfect setup for a surprise finisher: The Crimson Fall. Then, she would finally be free of this ordeal. Coming up as the last one standing in the end.

Ashley only needed to wait and be patient. Lying prone on the canvas with one eye open, observing the yellow-clad girl's last moments in the conscious world.

"You... are mine!"

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

From her vantage point outside of the ring, Bengal noticed Ashley crack her eyelids open a fraction of an inch. The Red Menace was tracking Naomi’s every movement as their opponent climbed to the top turnbuckle, unaware that she was being watched in turn. At that moment, Bengal understood what Naomi and the rest of the crowd had failed to realize: her “partner” was playing possum! While that last axe kick had clearly rung her bell, the British brawler was still conscious, and still dangerous. The Blaze Tiger knew from past experience how quickly a fighter like Ashley could turn the tables, if given half a chance.

Bengal could see the next few seconds of the match playing out in her mind’s eye, like a movie set on fast-forward. Ashley would wait until Naomi was in midair, already committed to her attack. Then she’d surge to her feet, catch the Queen of Sting before she could hit the ground, and squash the wasp flat with her signature Crimson Fall. All Bengal had to do to assure their team’s victory was stay where she was, and do absolutely nothing. Maybe the redhead would even let her get a revenge stinkface in, after the pin was secured.

But the Indian fighter was still sore over the way Ashley had deliberately botched her tag-in. The thought of her rival getting all the credit for this victory left a sour taste in Bengal’s mouth, one that was entirely separate from the humiliation she’d experienced earlier. She was confident that she could take Naomi on her own, without any help. Little Miss Sting had to be exhausted after her furious exchange with Ashley, and this reckless dive would take its toll as well. Besides, she was bound to be demotivated, after seeing how her “Stingface” had failed to put the Tiger down.

That was what Bengal told herself as she leaped onto the apron, finally emerging from her hiding spot. She gripped onto the middle rope with both hands, then pitched her own body backward, like a climber rappelling down a high cliff. The elastic stretched taut, then snapped back into a position, forcefully propelling the Tiger into the ring! As she rocketed forward, she thrust out both feet, aiming a flying dropkick at the side of her own partner’s head! If the blow connected, it would leave Ashley dazed, unable to execute her counterattack.

[Afterhoursclub]

It was time...

Ashley was so close that she could savor it: Her hand shooting up and catching Naomi's throat mid-flight, the girl's terrified face when she saw her rising up from the canvas... And the exquisite sound of her figure crashing thunderously against the mat. Music for the Brit's ears.

All that was going to be left was to step over her broken victim and wait for the referee to do her job. Coming out on top all by herself...

It was the perfect plan and the perfect outcome. This would teach the absurd people at management to do better than including her into nonsensical handicap matches.

For a moment, Ashley got lost in her own thoughts, almost spacing out... revealing her trap too soon. Luckily, she refocused on Naomi, who was still climbing to the top rope.

"Good... very good... Not much longer now"

Then, she felt a strange vibration, she had not moved at all, and Naomi was too far away. Ashley turned her head to the side just in time to see two boots flying directly at her face.

"What?!"

-SMACK!-

Bengal's heels slammed squarely against her features. Ashley rolled once, actually getting closer to the ringpost Naomi was climbing. "Ughh.. Fucking Hell!" She cried out, holding her pained face with both hands, momentarily losing complete sight of everything happening around her.

[AshAllen]

Naomi had been too busy soaking up the cheers of the crowd. Majority was chanting her name while the rest was calling out to Ashley; begging the Red Menance to get back up. She had been too distracted by the audience cheering her on to notice Bengal’s interference. All she knew, that it was time to end the Red Menace’s reign tonight.

“Let’s finish this!” She roared like a war cry and the audience cheered louder for the Queen of Sting before she took off. Leaping back and upwards high into the air, the overhead lights casting a gliding shadow over the ring as she soared through the air with a moonsault!

With a graceful flight propelled by her strong legs, Naomi crashed into Ashley and took her down onto the ring floor!

Naomi shot rught back up and mounted Ashley for the pin. Mounting atop Ashley’s head with a schoolgirl pin and pulling on the red head’s legs and pinning them down next to her head, it also served a little humiliation since Ashley’s ass was stuck up in the air!


ONE…


TWO…


THREE!!!

[Afterhoursclub]

The stinging pain was still very much present on the redhead's face, a product of Bengal's sudden dropkick. That cursed pussycat had caught her completely by surprise, with Ashley's attention entirely on Naomi. She held her face with both hands, losing sight of everything around her for a couple of seconds.

And that brief lapse would spell her demise.

"What's going on?" Ashley thought, hearing the crowd's reaction... a loud cheer. By the time The Red Menace was able to see again, her eyes met with a shocking image: Naomi's figure falling at full speed over her.

She had no chance to react... nor time to move out of the way.

"Guhhh!" A painful grunt left the redhead's lips. Naomi fell flat on her chest with crushing force, immediately flattening her against the canvas, her legs and arms flailing in the air after the hard impact before falling flat on the canvas again. Ashley's eyes rolled to the back of her head.

She was out.

Naomi sat on top of her, hoisting her legs up for a schoolgirl pin that was a mere formality at this point. There was no chance Ashley would break free.

By the time the referee's hand slammed against the ring mat for the third time, Ashley was already in a deep slumber. Unaware of anything happening around her anymore.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

The drop kick hit its mark, sending a jolt through Bengal’s heel despite the thick padding in her boot. She slid to the edge of the ring, carried by her own momentum, then jumped back to her feet. Spinning around, she saw that Naomi had already covered Ashley for the pin, straddling the redhead’s midsection while folding her muscular legs over her head.

The Blaze Tiger pumped her fist in the air along with the referee’s count, while the official shot her disbelieving, sidelong glances, unsure why the Indian fighter was celebrating her partner being eliminated. Still, he continued to drum his palm down. “ONE! TWO! THREE!”

The ref straightened, waving his arms toward the announcer’s table to signal that the Red Menace had been eliminated. Even as he did so, Bengal was already dashing forward, targeting Naomi before the Queen of Sting could rise from her kneeling position. She grabbed two fistfuls of her opponent’s auburn hair, then pitched herself backward. Kicking up both her legs, she attempted a Sit-Out Facebuster, hoping to spike Naomi’s forehead against Ashley’s, and take out two rivals with one devastating move!

Sit-Out Facebuster