Agonizing Ambush (Remastered)

Alyssa gets jumped backstage by The Hellcats before a big match against Jessica. This was the first story about the Angelfire-Hellcats feud. 

Sneak Preview of "Birthday Bash"

Note that the sneak preview below will contain some spoilers if you haven't read "War Games 7" yet.

Birthday Bash

by DG 

            It’s Ashley Starr’s 20th birthday, and she’s out celebrating with her Angelfire 2.0 teammates: Thunder, Lightning, Becky, Jackie, Heidi, and Alyssa – seven of the most beautiful women alive, who look amazing in their lovely dresses as they leave a fancy restaurant and clack in their high heels laughing and joking with each other toward the stretch limousine they hired to take them around the city on this big night. Fans and announcers can no longer call Ashley the teenage dream or the teenage sensation, and she’s fine with that. She’s ready to take her career to the next level, and tonight marks that transition.

 Things are good for the new Angelfire stable, and for Ashley in particular. They recently became only the second good girl team to ever win a UWWL war games cage match (see “War Games 7”), with Ashley scoring the decisive tap out. The Hellcats will be on the shelf for a while after having their pussies and tits tortured on wooden horses for 36 hours, which is very satisfying for Becky and the others who’ve been on the wrong side of their sadism for years. The four Angelfire girls who fought in the cage have all been bumped up in the rankings as a reward for winning, and Ashley and Thunder (The Perfect Storm) are now the #2 contenders for the tag team titles held by Dheera and The Naughty Nurse, right after the #1 ranked Silver Bullets (Rebecca and Susan). The newly reunited Beach Babes (Heidi and Alyssa) are also now in the mix for the U.S. tag belts, and Becky would love to put together one last singles run in her illustrious career to challenge for Amy’s world title. And less than a year ago Monica signed tonight’s birthday girl to the most lucrative contract in women’s wrestling history, as a way of wresting away her hated rival Marcie Jade’s marquee superstar – the boldest move yet in their endless war, but a move that’s made Monica financially vulnerable.

So the good girls have lots to celebrate tonight, as they get into the stretch limousine where chilled champagne and luxurious comfort await them. Ashley slides into the limousine in a white dress and strappy, open-toed high heels, with her slightly wavy light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and her trademark bang hanging just over her left eye. As all seven Angelfire ladies settle into the limo Ashley’s teammates turn to the birthday girl and ask where she wants to go next – and notice that the UWWL’s newest 20 year old looks a little down. 

 Thunder, Ashley’s tag team partner who’s become like a sister, turns to her (looking amazing in a purple dress) with a hand on Ashley’s leg and says, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

 Ashley says, “All of you could order drinks in there except me, and it’s my birthday. I just bought a million dollar house… but I can’t even order a cocktail on my birthday because I’m not 21. It’s ridiculous.”

Becky (in a blue dress) grabs a champagne bottle out of an ice bucket and says, “I know it sucks, Ash, but we can drink in here.”

“I know, but it’s not the same. I want to drink in public and party.

Dirty blonde Alyssa in a green dress, a legit supermodel considered by many to be the most beautiful woman in pro wrestling, says, “You’re right, it is ridiculous. But you’re famous now so you couldn’t use a fake ID or anything. I’m not sure what we can do.”

Ashley leans forward with her legs crossed and tips a glass forward so Becky can pour some bubbly for the birthday girl, and then sits back, drinks some champagne – thinking – and says, “Okay, if I can’t go out and drink at a bar…” her gorgeous face gets a sardonic grin “…then I want to go beat up some bad girls.”

 Her teammates are all taken aback by this. 

 The limo driver puts down the partition with a whirring sound and says, “Where to, ladies?”

 Alyssa turns to him and says, “Hold on…” and he rolls the divider back up.

 Ashley continues, “So where do the bad girls hang out?”

 Ashley’s stablemates have a lot more experience than her when it comes to dealing with UWWL heels, and to a person they all feel uncomfortable with this idea.

 Nobody answers and there’s a sudden awkwardness in the limo, until Ashley says, “Well, where do the bad girls hang out? That club Primal that Monica owns where we do autograph signings?”

 Becky, the most experienced veteran in the limo, finally answers, “Yes… BUT, it’s not a good idea Ash. Primal is heel territory. Everyone knows that. There’s kind of an unspoken rule that good girls don’t go there after hours.”

 Ashley says, “If it’s an ‘unspoken’ rule then it’s not really a rule. If I can’t drink and party then I want to go beat up bad girls. We can take them by surprise – it’ll be fun! The Hellcats might be there and we know they’re still sore.”

 Becky tries to drive her point home, “Ashley… never, ever underestimate the bad girls in this league and what they’re capable of. They’re dangerous, sadistic, evil bitches and most of them should be in jail. They have absolutely no mercy. We don’t know how many of them are there tonight, and they could outnumber us. It’s just not worth the risk. I know it’s your big night, and I’d be fine with anything else, but I don’t think going to Primal is a good idea.”

Lightning, the part time wrestler due to her injury history and de facto manager of Angelfire 2.0, looking sexy as ever in a lavender dress, says, “Becky’s right, Ashley. I hate the heels just as much as you do, but we should save it for the ring. We get them in the ring. Those evil bitches broke my arm and broke my leg in Japan and I’ve never been the same since.” 

Ashley replies, “I know how dangerous those bitches are, but don’t you think we’re too passive? They attack us outside the ring all the time. Maybe it’s time we start beating them at their own game.”

Heidi and Jackie don’t say anything, tacitly agreeing with the others. Ambushing bad girls at Monica’s wild Primal night club is just too risky. Monica’s wealth and her mafia connections give her power that many other night club owners don’t have, so Primal is a lawless place where anything can happen.  

But Ashley’s a little tipsy from drinking champagne all night, and becoming a millionaire as a teenager got into her head a little bit. How could it not? She’s arguably the most gifted female pro wrestler in the world – she’s good, and she knows she’s good. Young people sometimes feel invincible… and do things they regret. 

“We just rag dolled four of the league’s top heels in a cage; I know we can take whoever’s there tonight. It’s my birthday, and I want to beat up some bad girls.”

Becky sits back and takes a deep breath, knowing that this is a huge mistake, but says (against her better judgment), “Alright, you’re Ashley Starr, it’s your birthday, and if you want to beat up some bad girls then let’s beat up some bad girls.”

Ashley swigs the rest of her glass and then says, “This is going to be FUN. I hope that little Danielle bitch is there so I can re-break her nose.”

Alyssa knocks on the partition, the limo driver whirs it down, and one half of The Beach Babes says, “Driver… the birthday girl wants to go to the Primal night club.”

The limo driver is taken aback by this. That place is in a ROUGH neighborhood.

Alyssa continues though, “Driver… my house is on the way, would you mind dropping me off?” Alyssa gives him her address, then turns to Ashley and says, “I’m really sorry Ash, but I’ve been through too much in my career and just couldn’t deal with another reconstructive surgery.”   

Ashley nods in understanding. Nobody in this limo has been through more than Alyssa, who gets targeted by the bad girls because of her supermodel good looks. The dirty blonde beauty doesn’t want her comeback to end before it begins.

 

The limo driver drops Alyssa off, everyone hugs her, and she clacks into her house in high heels with her expensive, designer purse slung over her arm – feeling somewhat guilty, but knowing she made the right decision because she can’t risk having a chair broken over her surgically reconstructed face.

And then there are six.

The limousine makes its way to the bad neighborhood around the UWWL combat club, with the sound of sirens going by and prostitutes and drug dealers patrolling street corners. Primal is right around the corner from the UWWL combat club, and Erica once walked a defeated and demoralized Rebecca there like a dog after beating her for the world title (see “The War to End All Wars”).

The limousine finally pulls up outside Primal, and the Angelfire ladies – who by now are mentally in fight mode – get out and get ready to go inside. Before they do Becky goes around to the driver, who rolls down the window, gives him Monica’s cell phone number, and says, “If anything crazy happens or if we’re not back in an hour or so then call this number and tell our boss that Ashley might be in trouble.” 

He takes the phone number and nods. Ashley is Monica’s million dollar baby and the UWWL owner would never want anything too bad happening to her biggest investment, and Becky knows it.

 

The good girls walk into the Primal night club in their dresses and heels, and as soon as they enter it’s like the needle getting pulled up on a record. Everyone in the bar, mostly male UWWL fans, turn to them in shock. Primal is a haven for the sickest, most extreme heel fans – the ones who trade and sell videos of UWWL good girls getting tortured. The ones who love nothing more than to see naked babyfaces writhing in agony as they’re tortured and humiliated by bad girls, and six objects of their sadistic fantasies just happened to walk into their hangout – violating that unspoken UWWL rule. It’s their lucky night...