The Last Set: Ashley and Naomi

[Afterhoursclub]

"Yeah... yeah... whatever you say, fucker!"

Ashley was getting angrier by the second. Despite her being the one pulling the other across the gym floor, Naomi just refused to stay silent, insulting, mocking, and overall just pissing the redhead off every time she opened her mouth.

"You are better than me? Fuck off!" The Red Menace continued pulling her opponent until they were near the benches. There, Ashley made sure to drop the silver-haired woman's head hard onto the padded ground to stun her further, giving her a chance to breathe and prepare her next move.

"Keep believing that lie, bitch!"

After a few brief moments, Ashley leaned down and grabbed one of Naomi's arms, intending to pull her back to her feet.

"Don't worry! I'm gonna make you see the truth one way or the other!"

If The Red Menace managed to get Naomi into position, she would hoist the girl up and over her shoulder before dropping her once again on top of one of the benches.

[Over mainyu]

What was going through Naomi’s mind that made her keep harassing her opponent when she was clearly at a disadvantage and getting beaten up? Well, that’s something only she knew, and she wasn’t going to tell Ashley because she wanted it to be a surprise.

Well, that was taking a serious toll on the Japanese Empress because of the beating she was taking from the Menace, who dragged her over to the benches, slammed her head onto the padded floor, stunning her a little more but giving her a few seconds to catch her breath, and she took the opportunity to flip off the redhead.

Well, that was a bad move, because Naomi lifted her by the arms over Ash’s shoulder, and she fell onto the benches. Her fall shattered them, causing the Empress of Conquest to scream in pain from the piercing agony she felt in her back.

Now, even in that disastrous state, the silver warrior gave her a teasing smile, since it was time to finally reveal the secret she’d been keeping: “You know… y-you’re not better than m-me for one simple reason… no, didn’t you notice that my friend was behind you?”

And she wasn’t lying. Behind Ashley, as if she were a ghost, stood Ash with a metal chair. She had arrived for the training session she’d planned with her teammates, and upon seeing Naomi’s situation, she slowly approached the British woman from behind, chair in hand, aiming it at Ashley’s head to strike her.

[Afterhoursclub]

What was this woman's problem? Ashley began to wonder, by now... she had been controlling the fight, slamming Naomi up and down, crushing her limbs, and still... the woman just smirked and kept insulting her. Teasing as if she wasn't being carried away like nothing...

"Hmph..." Ashley only scoffed at Naomi's comments; she could keep talking if she wanted to... it would change nothing. The redhead was about to bring her into a whole world of pain as soon as she slammed her on top of one of the benches.

That got the reaction she wanted, that scream... that sweet, painful, and agonizing scream- finally, she was realizing the direness of her situation. But... only a moment later, that cursed smile came back.

"You think this is a fucking game?!" Ashley asked, angry, while holding Naomi's neck with one hand, preparing the other to deliver a powerful strike. That's when the veteran wrestler spoke again... some words that seemed like nonsense at first, but that soon took on an entirely different meaning when Ashley turned her head, only to see a steel chair coming directly at her.

-THUMP!-

A fulminating strike that instantly sent Ashley to the floor, holding the back of her head with both hands in pain. She was rocked, with a ringing noise inside her head the whole time. With her eyes, she could see a blurry white figure standing next to them, but she was too dazed to fully understand what was going on...