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; it felt like one. A bloody page was now etched onto her back.

"Wha-what on earth?!"

And she couldn’t reach it.