Blitzkrieg! Sheila Morgan vs. Elinor Klügmann

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type
Hardcore Accepted Submission
Victory Conditions
Victory is only attained when a) the losing wrestler submits and b) the winning wrestler accepts the submission. No Count-Outs, No Disqualification.

***

”’Accepted Submission’.” Sheila took one look at the match card, then shot her eyes back to the stagehand who’d given it to her, before switching back to the card again. Her brow was raised so high up, it looked like there was a serious danger of it coming off her face. “...the fuck’s that? You having a laugh on me, that what’s going on here?”[/color]

The stagehand was a girl that barely came up to Sheila’s chin, short by any standard, and she was clearly getting a wee bit intimidated, probably thinking Sheila could pounce on her at any second. On one hand, she kind of liked the idea of people being afraid of her. It was a good sign that the look she was going for was worth a damn. On the other, she didn’t want to pick up a bad reputation in this place before she even did anything to earn it. She was bound to piss off management sooner or later, but she wasn’t trying to jumpstart the process.

“Uh, no. No, I’m not having a laugh. Or whatever.” She took a moment to fix her glasses, using it as an excuse to break eye contact. “You said you wanted a hardcore match.”

“Yeah, a hardcore match and just a hardcore match.” Sheila wagged the card around. ”What’s all this added shite? Not the kind of spice I asked for.”

The stagehand shrugged and looked off to the side, the embarrassment clear on her face. “Sometimes management feels these matches need a little…oomph. Especially when they’ve got two unknowns-”[/color] She winced at the poor choice of words, then went on when she realized that Sheila didn’t care. “It’s just a way to draw more eyes.”

Sheila ground her teeth at the suggestion, but she couldn't help but see the sense in it. She’d had her own little promotion after all, and while it wasn’t even a fraction of what this place was, it had been enough for her to get a feeling for how booking worked. Sometimes you needed a big draw, something to get the fans chattering and the dirt sheets writing. All they knew was that she was some crazy Aussie with a penchant for throwing herself off tall objects. They needed to give her first match some gravy.

Made sense. She didn’t like it, but it made sense.

Sheila gave the card one more glance, then tossed it over her shoulder and marched forward as she tugged her jacket tight over her shoulders. ”Right, then.” She strode towards the curtain with her head held high. ”Let’s do it. Start the music!”

96 Quite Bitter Beings by CKY

Main Outfit

Sheila took one step outside of the curtain and froze like a deer in the headlights. It wasn’t her first time being in front of a crowd, no, but that wasn’t saying all that much before. Back home, she’d preformed in front of friends, neighbors, family members, out-of-towners looking for some wild fun. Back home, the biggest crowd of her life had only numbered sixty. Maybe. And that was including ankle biters and dogs.

But here, in LAW? 20,000, easy. Orders of magnitude higher. It was the difference between getting hit with a bullet and a bowling ball, and even for Sheila, the wave of cheers and boos that came her way was overwhelming.

”Crikey. Fuck.” She whistled. ”Long, long way from home.”

Fuck it. Yeah, the crowd was bigger, but so what. She was the same woman she’d always been. Didn’t matter where, didn’t matter how, she was still going to do her thing. She arched her back, spread her arms wide, and howled towards the heavens like a mad dog, making her voice bellow out over the crowd, dragging all the energy out from deep inside.

Sheila bounced on one foot, hopped forward, then tore off towards the ring at full tilt, hauling ass down the ramp. She slid in under the bottom rope and popped up a single knee in one swift motion, coming to a sliding stop at the center of the ring. Her hungry eyes darted around, a wild animal searching for its prey, before she popped up to her feet and stomped off to the corner. ”What’s this weak shite, Japan? I can’t hear ya!”

Sheila hopped up on the middle turnbuckle, placed a hand to her ear and leaned forward. ”Louder!” They roared. ”Louder!”” They roared, again.

Yeah, this crowd would do. Not quite home, but close enough.

[Baddie]

I must admit, you were right about this match Heidi - it does seem like the perfect little warmup to jumpstart my career" Elinor said approvingly to her assistant nearby, her fingers pressed tightly against each other as she glanced over the card outlaying the match conditions in front of her.

"Really? I tried to get them to book you into something a little more violent you know. I told them, this is Elinor Klügmann you're dealing with, and I'm not leaving until my boss gets a ma-"

"Hush now! This will do just fine" Elinor hissed as she steadily rose to her feet. The small secretary made a steady retreat a few steps backwards, clutching her clipboard close to her chest as she watched her boss prep herself in the locker room mirror. Heidi's servility often came at the cost of incessant reports, which were handy when it came to briefings on the day-to-day operations of Elinor's multiple business ventures, but redundant when it came to the rather simplistic nature of the ring.

There were only two things Elinor needed to know: Who was her opponent, and how much would she be able to hurt them. Both answers were laid out clear and concise on the card in front of her, with nothing left to be interpreted or misconstrued. Accepted submission implied she would be able to toy with tonight's prey until she was satisfied, while no count-outs or disqualifications meant she would be free to do so anyway she pleased and without interference. Hardcore meant - well that was just obvious. If her deductions were correct, than this was very much a match to her liking, and any minute now, she would be able to test out each stipulation to it's fullest extent on a very unlucky opponent.

"How do I look?"

"Sexy as fu - I mean dashing Ms. Klügmann" The slipup forced a small smile on Elinor's face, but she made sure to dismantle it before Heidi noticed. The faint sound of what could only be her opponent's theme music alerted them both to the fact that match was only moments away. They both made their way to the gorilla position, Elinor's fingers clenched tightly together as predictions of a glorious and grueling fight flooded her subconscious. Only the high-pitched ramblings of her loyal assistant were capable of interrupting her violent thoughts.

"I know this is your debut and all, but you don't you worry about a thing Ms. Klügmann. I'll be ringside taking notes the whole time, in fact, I'll have a play-by-play report ready for you as soon as you're finished! That way you'll know what to improve on next time - not that you need any improvements of course, I'm just saying - "

"Listen Heidi, don't bother with a post-match report tonight. Just make yourself comfortable and enjoy the show, m'kay?" Elinor said with a sigh, her back turned to her assistant as she stared eagerly at the packed arena glimmering through the cracks of the entrance curtain.

"Ye-yes ma'am" The small secretary whispered, increasingly getting the hint that her presence was not needed at the moment. It wasn't until she finally slipped out of view that Elinor found some semblance of calm before the storm. Her own rock theme slowly began to replace that of her opponent's, prompting Elinor to close her eyes and steady her breath. Her arm whipped the curtain off to the side, making way for her grand debut, perfectly timed with the crash of drums and heavy metal.


"Ladies and Gentlemen, it's the business Magnate turned Mauler, making her debut all the way from Germany, introducing Elinor Klüuuugmann!"

Entrance Theme

Match Attire

(Without the glasses)

The spotlights and cameras swiveled to her location, the lighting do well to accentuate her chiseled form and enticing features. Each stride of her toned legs signaled a practiced elegance - a stark contrast to the closed fists that she repeatedly pounded into her chest as she descended down the ramp. The crowd, already high off of her opponent's entrance, greeted Elinor with a similar round of enthusiasm. Roars and chants accompanied her decent towards the ring as the two fresh faces sent the crowd into a mild frenzy.

Her attention shifted to the woman already occupying the ring, but it wasn't until Elinor ducked between the middle ropes to meet her in the center did her view of Sheila fully come into focus. Elinor's carefully examined the fighter, making it clear that she was studying her opponent from head to toe, although it was obvious right away that she had the height and weight advantage. She offering only a smug snicker as she move in to closer to emphasize this fact, leaving only a few inches to separate their faces.

"Wild one eh? You don't strike me as too out of the ordinary." Elinor said with a silk-smooth tone. She angled her head ever so slightly downwards to meet Sheila's eyes, her bloodthirsty gaze doing it's best to bore through her opponent's confident composure. "Who knows, maybe you'll surprise me. Action sell louder than words after all - believe me I know." Her eyes darted off to the side for a few seconds, feigning disinterest before slowly retuning back to examine the woman once more, her voice giving way to sultry undertones. "Or maybe I'll be the one getting wild tonight, hmm?"

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila had the name of her opponent, but not much else, so she was going into this blind. Even the name itself meant nothing to her, since she couldn't even pronounce it right, much less guess which spot on the globe it came from. Elinor Klügmann? What was the weird U about? Some freaky European thing she didn't have the patience for. And who named their kid Elinor, anyway? Did you want them to get picked on in school, because that name was asking for it.

With all that to go off of, though, she couldn't hazard a guess on who she was up against. That changed, however, when her entrance started, and Sheila learned an important, crucial detail: She had good taste in music.

“What happened to the world? This conversation's over…” Sheila thrashed her head back and forth as she slipped her jacket off and laid it on the turnbuckle. Her own theme music had already gotten her hyped up, and she hadn't expected the next theme to keep her that way - so many people like to use these annoying, synth-heavy, autotuned-as-fuck songs for their entrance theme, and it was nice to hear something with some heart to it. She couldn't remember what band this way, but she’d heard the song before, enough to catch most of the lyrics and keep going.

She got caught up in the moment, so much so that she didn’t even notice her opponent had entered the ring until she spoke up. Sheila looked her way, got a good look at Elinor for the first time, and… ”Fuck me, you’re stacked.”

Yeah, that summed it up well. Elinor didn’t just have height on Sheila, but she had muscle. A fuckload of muscle. The woman was built like a brick wall with tits. Not super big, but the muscles she had were solid, and there wasn’t much fat to be seen on that body. You could be sure of that, too, since all the clothes on her entire body would’ve fit neatly in one hand. This one was putting everything she had on display, and Sheila wouldn’t lie, it made for a hell of a show. All that skin, and what she did wear had this ornate look to it, giving her a regal kind of vibe. And that top, it was one of those weird bra types she’d seen models where sometimes. They called it a bandeau bra, or something like…

…oh, Elinor was talking.

Sheila snapped back to reality and stopped eyefucking her opponent, just in time to hear the last few words she threw out. Kind of a shame, the trashtalk was one of the best parts. Not only that, but Elinor was in close. Damn close. Really close. Too close. Sheila would demonstrate why in a few moments. ”Sorry, missed most of that yabber. Got busy looking at your tits. Great rack. B+.”

Sheila rolled her neck back and forth, then got up on her tiptoes to even the field a bit. ”But okay. You want action, huh?” A wolfish grin crossed her lips and a fiery glint lit up her gaze. She brought their faces closer and closer, looking like she might even dare to come in for a kiss. ”Fine. Here it comes.”

And that was all the warning Sheila would give before she pulled back, jerked forward, and rammed her skull into the center of Elinor’s face with a headbutt. Was there a better way to kick off a hardcore match? She didn’t know of one.

[Baddie]

In alot of ways, the pre-match banter was just as exciting as the match itself to Elinor. A duel of diatribes that lay the mental foundations for the fight to come, as each girl tested their opponent's wit against their own. She hadn't gotten much of that during her very brief tenure in the indie promotions, or mma circuit for that matter. Now that she was in a league as renowned as this one, she was hoping that the class of opponents she would face would improve.

Oh how Sheila disappointed.

The smug look on Elinor's face immediately turned into one of disgusted frustration as Sheila's shrill accent rattled through her ear canals. The observation of Elinor's teaming muscles or decent breasts went completely unnoticed by the toned woman, as she instead fixated herself on the word that followed. "Yabber?" Elinor repeated, the uncouth word managing to pierce through her finer sensibilities.

She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, flexing her chest out in preparation for the match. No use talking with this oaf. Lets get on with this. Her eyelids opened just in time to see that Sheila had inched even closer, the distance between their lips barely discernable. Unyielding, she retorted with only a snicker as Sheila concluded their introductions. Elinor's fists tightened by her side, her muscles rippling in anticipation for the opening bell.

But the only ringing that ensued was that of the tremendous gong that had just been smashed in her brain and was now reverberating through her skull. "GAAGH!" Elinor gasped as the headbutt connected with her nose, sending the woman reeling backwards in pain. Her fingers instinctively shot up to press against the bridge of her nose, as if the added pressure would somehow alleviate the pain. After confirming that it wasn't broken and no blood had been spilt, she swiveled her head towards the ref, her eyes seething with anger and her mouth open ready to chastise them.

Oh. That's right. Hardcore. She'd read the card already. She knew the rules, or rather the lack of them. Elinor growled as she muttered a string of curse words to herself, straightening herself out into a defensive stance before Sheila would have a chance to capitalize on her momentary distraction. "Impulsive... short attention span... unrefined... consider that a lucky shot" Elinor analyzed between breaths, hoping to buy herself just enough time to recover and spring into action.

Not wanting to let Sheila get the upper hand this early into the match, Elinor launched into an immediate counter attack. She closed the gap that had been created by her stumble with a single stride, using it to pivot the rest of her body sharply in a near full circle as she launched her leg into the air. Her foot whipped through the open space in an arc, hoping to smash right into the side of Sheila's face with an impressive spinning high kick!

[BlackAkuma]

You might not guess it, what with the way Sheila just rammed her skull into Elinor’s face, but she was actually glad that she got this sort of person as an opponent. She couldn't have asked for better.

Most of the people she wrestled back home were cut from the same dirty cloth that she came from. Sons and daughters of the bush, raised in the streets, guys and gals that would be doing good to make it to Sydney, much less travel to fucking Japan and wrestle peope from all over God’s green earth. Not that she minded, of course - they were good stock, the kind of people you could bash in the skull with a chair for thirty minutes, then be hanging with at the pub a couple of hours later.

But she came to Japan to fight different people, to get a taste of what the world had to offer. And some stuck up musclebound German with cupcake hair? Oh, that was perfect. When Sheila rammed her skull into the bitch’s face, it was like music.

Not that she could’ve heard that music, what with the way her ears were ringing. Even though she was no stranger to headbutting her opponents, there was just no safe way to smack your skull against someone else’s at the end of the day, and the impact left her reeling. She stumbled back one step, then two, before she shook it off and cleared her head.

”Luck my arse, Barbie.” She spat off to the side as the referee hopped between them, waving his arms to call for the bell and start the match proper. Not that it mattered at this point, but screw it, they had to follow the protocols.

Sheila, on the other hand, didn’t have that kind of consideration. She’d gotten the first shot, and she was all about getting the second and the third and the fourth and as many as she could get away with. Eager to press her advantage, she bounced up once then took off in a shot, drew her fist back for a haymaker, and-

Got kicked in the face.

Elinor’s bared foot collided with Sheila’s face and filled the ring with the dull thwack of flesh slapping against flesh, as the Aussie Assassin learned an important fact about this match: Her opponent could hit really goddamn hard. The blow spun her around in a half circle, and she would’ve dropped straight to her knees if her errant hands hadn't found the ropes. She grabbed hold of them and used them to support her shaky knees, but that was the best she could ask for at the moment, with her bell thoroughly rang.

”Nnh.” She spat on the apron. ”That was a lucky shot.”

[Baddie]

A resounding SMACK was amplified by the arena's speakers as Elinor's foot made impact with Sheila's face. Her weight made the whole ring shake as she came to a heavy landing after the kick, leaving Sheila to deal with unsteady ground on top of searing disorientation as she tried to steady herself on the ropes. The sight was enough to bring a small smile to Elinor's lips.

She raised her fist in triumph as she walked towards her opponent, the roar of the crowd signaling their approval for Elinor's quick recovery. The sheer force of weight and moment behind the kick meant that Sheila probably wasn't getting up anytime soon, a fact that Elinor knew full well as she made a show of stalking her prey by the ropes.

She lowered her hands and curled her fingers between the blonde curls of her opponent's hair, yanking her away from the ropes by the scalp. "Maybe it was..." Elinor said as she tugged Sheila's head up to look her in the eyes. "But this...this is all skill!" Elinor hissed as she jerked the women forwards and rammed a bent leg towards Sheila's midsection, hoping that a well placed knee to the gut would sap whatever amount of balance the blonde brawler had managed to regain after the kick.

With her grip still tight on Sheila's scalp, Elinor would then force the woman's head underneath her arm, clamping the toned limb around her opponent's neck. If her opponent was made limp enough by the brutal knee, Elinor would then have an easy time dragging Sheila's arm overtop her own shoulders so that it hung suspended around her neck. By this point, everyone in the crowd knew what was coming, and Elinor made sure to hype them up even further with a loud war cry towards the stands before applying the finishing touches.

One hand gripped tightly onto the waist of Sheila's attire, while the other sought out a much more intimate region. Shaping her hand into a claw, Elinor clasped onto her opponent's crotch, squeezing her fingers around the sensitive organ as she used it to lift the rest of Sheila effortlessly into the air. Her opponent was left to dangle upside for a few seconds before Elinor herself jumped and landed with her legs spread out, leaving her opponent to crash between them and into the mat with a ring-shattering sitout facebuster!

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was used to getting rocked by all sorts of moves, getting hit with just about everything you could fit in two hands. Chairs, baseball bats, kendo sticks, bricks, bowling balls, thumbtacks, brass knucks, even an actual kitchen sink, a Barbie Doll set, pipes, keyboards, fluorescent tubes, tire irons, tires, beer cans, a glass pitcher…

Yeah. She could make a top ten list.

You would think that, with a history like that, she would be accustomed to taking just about everything you could imagine, but getting kicked in the face was one of the rarer things she’d taken, especially in the manner that Elinor delivered. That sort of kick had more finesse and raw power than she was used to, and her jaw could feel the difference.

Sheila was on her way to getting taste back in her mouth when Elinor came over and seized her mane, getting a tight fistful of hair and dragging her away from the ropes. Her hands went up in reflex, trying to pull the grip away, which meant her arms were in no place to protect her stomach - a problem, since that meant her midsection when a knee came flying towards it.

The blow was enough to lift Sheila off her feet and leave her gasping, crashing into her steely abs and digging deep. It felt her with her mouth agape, stunned, easy prey for what was coming next.

The arm over her shoulder was troubling enough, telling her what was coming next, but nowhere close to being as bad as the followup. Sheila wasn’t a technician and she wasn’t big on suplexes, but even she knew how this move was supposed to work, and she was 100% sure it didn’t involve any pussy grabbing.

And yet… ”What the fuck?” Sheila squawked as Elinor gave her the presidential treatment. ”Bloody cunt, get the hell out of my-”

Her protests were cut short as Elinor hoisted her up, lifted her into the air and sent her crashing back down on her face, making sure the move earned its name. She rolled away from the impact sight right after touchdown, grabbing her face with one hand and her pussy with the other. ”Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She smacked her fist against the canvas. ”Fuck.”

[Baddie]

A collective wince echoed among the crowd, but almost instantly turned into eruptive cheers as the stadium roared over the brutal slam. The reaction brought a sly grin on Elinor's face, but she wouldn't let it distract her from continuing to take advantage of her newfound momentum. She executed a smooth side roll over to where her opponent lay still reeling in pain, landing smoothly in a crouched position right in front off Sheila.

She latched her fingers onto her downed opponent's scalp once again. While lifting her head up, Elinor used her other hand to slowly peel Sheila's hand from her face so that she would have no choice but to stare at the amused expression on Elinor's face. "Tsk tsk, looks like I haven't broken that pretty face of yours quite yet." She said with disappointment, her gaze shifting across the woman's features as she pretended to inspect for damage. "Don't worry, we'll get to that soon enough" Elinor cackled, tightening her grip on Sheila's hair as she lifted her head up even higher, only to slam her face-first back into the mat!

Lifting herself back onto her feet, Elinor raised both arms to her side to bask in the audience's mixed hoots and cheers over the cruel display. Another kick into Sheila's side was all that was needed to turn the woman onto her back so that her pain-racked face was on full display for the cameras above.

Satisfied that her opponent would be out of commission for a little while, Elinor turned her back to Sheila and began making her way to the nearest turnbuckle, intent on showing both her foe and the audience another taste of what she was capable of. Her short, slow steps provided ample time for the tension to rise as the audience was left to wonder what she had planned next.

The ropes acted like the rungs of a ladder as Elinor made a slow ascent up to the top of the turnbuckle. Facing the audience, she began pounding her chest and waving her hands, encouraging the audience to make some noise for her next display of raw power and skill.

She offered nothing more than a quick glance back towards her opponent to confirm her spot in the ring before finally kicking things off with a masterful launch. Her powerful legs sprung her off the turnbuckle, transitioning Elinor into a single backflip mid-air that placed her perfectly perpendicular with her supine opponent. With all 154 pounds of muscle on the descent, Elinor closed her eyes and tightened her abs, bracing herself for the moment her moonsault would hammer into Sheila core!

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila ran her tongue over her teeth, doing a quick check to make sure they were all present and accounted for. As hard as she tended to go in her matches, it was a small miracle she hadn't lost any teeth, or even chipped anything, but if Elinor was a good indication of what she would be facing from here on out, she had little faith in that lasting.

Everything good. Everything safe. For now.

She planted her hands on the canvas and was in the process of an attempt to rise, when Elinor’s fingers sunk into her hair again - a sensation she’d experienced twice in this match, and was already growing tired of. Gritting her teeth, she looked out of one eye at the bitch’s beaming face, seeing all too clear how much fun she was having with this. She was the type that liked being on top, no question there, but that was fine - it’d make it all the sweeter when she knocked her off the pedestal.

”Pretty, huh?” She snickered through her wincing and managed a pained smirk. ”You think I’m-”

Her quip was cut short as her opponent slammed her face into the mat, ramming it in with thunderous authority that left the Wild One in a daze. Aching, blinking, she was easy prey for the German, not even putting up resistance as she was kicked in the side and flopped over.

Staring at the light, blinking, hurting like hell. The match was, what? Less than two minutes old. Not a good start.

But if the bitch thought she was done, she was about to learn how wrong she was. Sheila took in deep breaths, summoning all the oxygen she could find to fuel her body. She was hurting, sure, but dazed more than anything. She just needed to clear her head, focus, and most important of all, figure out why the audience was booing so damn hard all of the sudden.

The answer to that came when she looked over, saw Elinor on the turnbuckle, and watched her take flight, launching out of the corner with a picture perfect moonsault. Not a good move to take from anyone, but someone with a body like a brick wall? Fuck that.

Sheila threw her arms to the side and rolled towards the rope, getting clear and giving Elinor nothing but canvas to come crashing down on.

[Baddie]

As the air whooshed past her large bust graceful form, it was impossible for Elinor to not close her eyes and enjoy the brief moment of aerial bliss. But eventually she would have to open them again, and what better time than just milliseconds before impact? When the uncertainty in your opponent's eyes was most palatable, when every inch of their body was too paralyzed by fear too evade?

Except, when Elinor opened her eyes, there was no fear-stricken face to relish in, or opposing body to devastate beneath her own. Only the cold, hard canvas was there to greet her.

Elinor was the one with the scared look plastered on her face.

WHAM! The loud thud of her body ricocheting off the canvas only somewhat conveyed the torrents of pain now rippling through her every nerve ending. Her mouth opened to scream, but only shrill croaks managed to come out. Her whole spine had been sent ablaze, prompting her to reach back and sooth her tailbone where the pain had mysteriously concentrated itself.

"Damn...DAMN'T" Elinor released her frustration as soon as her breath returned to her. She slowly tried to prop herself onto her elbows, swinging her head wildly around her in search of the slippery Aussie. Sheila had only rolled a few feet away, coaxing Elinor into aggressively clawing out to her, only to find herself grasping onto nothing but thin air. It seemed the crash had rattled more than just her spine, her whole vision was out of whack!

A few concentrated breaths and a corrective shake of her head finally stopped Elinor from seeing doubles, but by then she had already wasted valuable seconds better spent getting back on her feet. Growling with audible rage, Elinor tried not let her frustrations get the better of her as she instead dragged herself up to one knee.

Going back on the offensive was out of the question for now. All Elinor could do was desperately try to assume a defensive stance before it was too late.