A Red Storm in Southern Lands - Ashley VS Tasha.

[Afterhoursclub]

The entire ring shook as both bodies slammed hard against the canvas, however it would be Tasha who would receive the worst part, being dropped directly onto the back of her neck with a hefty Backdrop Suplex by the Red Menace. A loud impact reverberated through the squared circle while Ashley rolled on her side, getting on one knee as she watched Tasha's crumbling form drop on the white canvas.

The redhead smiled. "Well, then..." she dusted herself off and got up, walking slowly toward the downed girl. "What happened to all that bravado from earlier, darling?" The Red Menace loomed over Tasha like a hawk waiting for the perfect moment to swoop down. She lifted one leg and dropped her foot right on top of Tasha's chest. Keeping it in place while pinning the girl to the ground.

"I'm not gonna lie, hon'..." Ashley pressed her foot down even harder, squishing the girl underneath. "I'm enjoying this!"

[Jaystar]

Had there been any sideways momentum in the Backdrop Suplex, Tasha's body would have surely been left rolling over further away from Ashley... But the Southern Twister's back and neck hit so squarely the mat that it had to absorb all of the impact, leaving her reeling in place right next to the Red Menace! Agony was evident on the Alabaman's face, and exhaustion from the impact in the way her limbs were spread across the mat... Leaving the supnky wrestler downed for now.

Unfortunately, Ashley was having no such problems. The Brit was back up to her two feet in no time, and her steps were effortless as they closed in on Tasha once again... And began circling her like she was the predator's catch of the day. It certainly looked ominous, and further pain was in order for the sweeter girl when the redhead's foot planted itself on the downed girl's chest! "GAHHH!!!"

But probably even comparable to the physical pain was the mental pain in form of the humiliation that Tasha was on the receiving end of now. Not only was Ashley already squishing her body against the mat beneath her foot, but her words were rather degrading too... And unfortunately for Tasha, also admittedly spot on. They sparked another surge of frustration and anger inside the Southern Twister... Who proceeded to try surprising the towering redhead by suddenly delivering her fist to the back of Ashley's knee that was being busy squishing her chest! Hopefully it could get the Red Menace to lose her balance... And allow the Alabaman to then roll on the mat away from her tormentor, hoping to get some much needed distance to her opponent for a better opportunity to try getting back up herself too as well.

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley didn't consider herself a sadist in the least. She did, however, enjoy inflicting pain on her opponents and proving herself superior to anyone foolish enough to step inside the ring with her. And that was exactly what she was doing right now, against the southern gal.

Pressing even harder, she squeezed the woman's chest against the white canvas and under the heel of her black leather boot. Taking great joy from Tasha's pained groans.

"Everything alright down there, love?" She smirked, "Can't hear you under all that yelling..."

As much as she loved seeing this cocky girl writhing at her feet, The Red Menace knew that with a simple stomp alone, she couldn't put an end to the match. Not that she wanted to... Ashley was going to enjoy breaking this annoying bug apart limb by limb.

"Alright... Let's try something different... how about- Ugh!"

Just when Ashley was about to lean down and grab Tasha's head, the Alabama girl landed a swift punch to the back of her leg. The blow itself wouldn't cause any real damage to her, but it carried enough strength to break Ashley's balance and send her staggering to the side, lifting her foot off of Tasha's chest.

"Argh- You fuck!"

[Jaystar]

Tasha was getting ground mercilessly to the mat, and made to look like a weak ragdoll against the redheaded Brit, who had adopted a rather dominant pose in a humilating scene for the Southern Twister. Ashley had managed to stay convincingly in command for now, while Tasha's body had been forced to take in hit after hit after hit... Something that had inevitably weakened the Alabaman somewhat already.

Ashley was perfectly aware of Tasha's predicament too, based on the words she was letting out. Not failing to make a point of it, the redhead's words only served as further encouragement for the Alabaman to try something different... And soon enough, hopefully to take control of this matchup! What she had to start with though wasn't anything spectacular... But hopefully effective enough to erase the window of opportunity for Ashley to keep on humilating her beneath her boot.

"Take that!"

And luckily, it worked! The Southern Twister's fist hitting the back of Ashley's knee served its purpose of destabilizing the redhead, and forcing her to stagger towards the side. Accompanied by some voiced out displeasure too, which was always satisfying to hear... But most importantly, it allowed Tasha the opportunity to start rolling away sideways, creating some much needed distance between herself and the aggressive redhead. Eventually, the Alabaman got up to her all fours, and proceeded towards a corner only a short distance away... And began taking support from the ropes to get herself back upright again.

Finally, once upright, Tasha would turn around and set her sights back towards the Red Menace again, while leaning her back against the cornerpost... Gathering strength, and being ready to provide resistance should the Brit decide to attack her, potentially thinking that she must had been all too vulnerable in the corner... Which Tasha was determined to make sure wouldn't turn out to be the case.

[Afterhoursclub]

Things quickly took a turn for the worse, and right in front of Ashley's eyes. The redhead was scolding herself. She had gotten careless, gloating over a seemingly defenseless opponent, only for this one to escape rather easily, merely by punching the back of her knee. It had been a mere annoyance, nothing that would cause any significant damage, but the fact that it was her own fault angered her the most.

"You little..." She casted a raging gaze toward the southern gal in the corner. Her fingers curved like claws while she greeted her teeth. Hopefully, Tasha would still be too worn down after the hard punishment she had just endured mere moments ago.

"You are dead!" Ashley yelled before starting to run toward her opponent, lifting one arm in the air and looking to slam Tasha against the turnbuckle with a hefty clothesline.

[Jaystar]

Tasha certainly didn't look like one in the strongest of positions as she had pushed herself back up against the cornerpost, and it wasn't any wonder after the initial beating she had already taken in the hands of the Red Menace. And once the Brit clenched her first and turned her raging sights back to her foe again, Tasha probably looked to many like a deer caught in the headlights... Or rather, in a firestorm then suddenly raging towards her, when Ashley lifted her arm to the side, and was seemingly ready to deliver a killer Clothesline!

But even if the Southern Twister may had appeared vulnerable, inside, she was full of anger and grit! And while Ashley was preparing for her attack, Tasha was preparing herself by placing her arms onto the top ropes... Ready to take full support of them. And with their aid, once the redhead was just close enough, the Alabaman would try to jump her legs suddenly up, and shoot them towards the approaching Brit, hoping to deliver both of her boots hard into Ashley's midsection! Hopefully, in the chest to pay back from some of the prior humiliation... But her belly would do just as well.

[Afterhoursclub]

"This woman... this damn woman..." Ashley was angry, "No... this damn pest." Perhaps a bit more than she would have liked to admit; She was in a match after all, and she had to assume that her opponent was keen to respond sooner or later... but for some reason she couldn't help but feel insulted with Tasha being able to escape so... easily-

"You are dead!" The Red Menace was set on making her regret it regardless. Promising an even worse beating than she was originally thinking. She raised one arm and charged like a raging bull right away. Rushing to her seemingly defenseless opponent without wasting a single second thinking if it had been a good idea or not.

It wasn't...

For the moment Ashley got close, convinced that she was about to take Tasha's head clean off. The Alamaban gal raised her legs; fortunately, Ashley was quick enough to prevent herself from being kicked in the face or chest. Perhaps she had done enough damage to make Tasha slower than she would normally be. But Ashley couldn't avoid the woman's heels sinking into her gut. Ashley's own momentum made matters worse, as her boots dug deep into her abdominal wall, forcing the air rapidly out of her lungs.

"Ugh... Fuck." Ashley staggered back, bending over and holding her pained gut with both hands.

[Jaystar]

Success!

Although Tasha had felt fairly confident about her plan, she had also already learnt that the Red Menace was not someone any opponent should underestimate... And she couldn't be quite so sure of the execution of her plan. But straining her body so quickly after the initial beating turned out to pay huge dividends, as she could soon feel her boots digging deep into Ashley's gut! The sight of the redhead staggering back was a very satisfying one to say the least... And for almost the first time in this match, Tasha could feel satisfied with her progress!

Of course, The Southern Twister knew that she should not let now that progress to stall in any way... Despite her body still yearning for some more chance to recover. But matches against someone like the Red Menace were always going to be tough... And she knew she needed to just battle it out! Thus, the Alabaman was soon quick on her feet, taking steps towards the bent over Brit, before sending her knee rather carelessly towards the redhead's face - of course, hoping to hit her too, but if not, it wasn't a disaster, as her actual goal was to at least scare the Brit a bit more upright again! Then, the Southern Twister's plan was to step towards Ashley's side, wrap her arm locked around the Brit's head, and then charge again towards the corner with the aim of getting Ashley's head to smack against the cornerpost!

"You sure I'm dead?"

[Afterhoursclub]

"This cursed girl..."

Ashley held her pained gut with both hands, perhaps regretting her decision a bit. But she was angry, and she had long accepted that when she was angered, logic and planning took a seat back.

Still reeling from the hit on her gut, the redhead managed to open one eye just in time to see Tasha running toward her. Looking to deliver a crushing knee to her face while she was vulnerable. Something that the Brit was not going to allow.

Moments before impact, Ashley raised her head, moving it away from the knee's trajectory... Only then, she realized that it was a trick.

"What?!" The southern gal grabbed the back of her head and quickly slammed her against the corner's turnbuckle. Leaving her dazed, hanging from the top ropes, her chest pressed against the corner.