Re: A Red Storm in Southern Lands - Ashley VS Tasha.
Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2026 4:23 am
This freaking, obnoxious... insufferable damn woman!
Even while being down on the mat, completely defenseless, Tasha was finding ways to piss the redhead off. Not only that, but she outright ridiculed her in front of the crowd... something that Ashley didn't take kindly to. Not that she ever took anything kindly anyway...
"Get the FUCK up!" Ashley leaned down, grabbing Tasha by the head and pulling her up against her will; there was no way in hell that the Brit would patiently wait until the Alabaman felt like standing on her own. Let alone drag this match any longer with her stubbornness.
However... just as she crouched and yanked the Southern gal up, a sudden fist sank into her gut... catching Ashley by surprise, although it lacked the strength that Tasha's previous strikes had, evidencing how exhausted the girl was... but, regardless of that, this abrupt attack was enough to halt Ashley... perhaps, not in the way Tasha was expecting, though...
Instead of folding the redhead, she froze in place while still holding the girl in her hands, an unreadable expression adorning the Brit's features, until suddenly... her face shifted into an angry, menacing glare. Her eyes burned like brimstone as she stared straight at Tasha's own eyes.
"YOU..." Ashley voice was loud like thunder. "ARE FUCKING DEAD!"
In a monstrous display of strength, completely fueled by her rage, the Red Menace pulled Tasha up, maneuvering the woman with unnatural ease until she was holding her in an upside-down position. Making sure her head was pointing straight down...
"FUCK OFF!" Ashley jumped as high as she could before gravity did its thing, bringing both of them down in a vicious piledriver... The HellSpike! Ashley's alternate finisher... slamming Tasha headfirst into the unforgiving canvas.
Even while being down on the mat, completely defenseless, Tasha was finding ways to piss the redhead off. Not only that, but she outright ridiculed her in front of the crowd... something that Ashley didn't take kindly to. Not that she ever took anything kindly anyway...
"Get the FUCK up!" Ashley leaned down, grabbing Tasha by the head and pulling her up against her will; there was no way in hell that the Brit would patiently wait until the Alabaman felt like standing on her own. Let alone drag this match any longer with her stubbornness.
However... just as she crouched and yanked the Southern gal up, a sudden fist sank into her gut... catching Ashley by surprise, although it lacked the strength that Tasha's previous strikes had, evidencing how exhausted the girl was... but, regardless of that, this abrupt attack was enough to halt Ashley... perhaps, not in the way Tasha was expecting, though...
Instead of folding the redhead, she froze in place while still holding the girl in her hands, an unreadable expression adorning the Brit's features, until suddenly... her face shifted into an angry, menacing glare. Her eyes burned like brimstone as she stared straight at Tasha's own eyes.
"YOU..." Ashley voice was loud like thunder. "ARE FUCKING DEAD!"
In a monstrous display of strength, completely fueled by her rage, the Red Menace pulled Tasha up, maneuvering the woman with unnatural ease until she was holding her in an upside-down position. Making sure her head was pointing straight down...
"FUCK OFF!" Ashley jumped as high as she could before gravity did its thing, bringing both of them down in a vicious piledriver... The HellSpike! Ashley's alternate finisher... slamming Tasha headfirst into the unforgiving canvas.
The HellSpike