Do Not Disturb: Elinor Klügmann vs. Sheila Morgan II

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type:
Hardcore Hentai Bedroom Exhaustion

Stipulations:
Two combatants enter the hotel room. The door is locked behind them. At this point, no one can come in or leave until one of the combatants is incapitated and unable to move of their own accord, primarily due to multiple orgasms. Once this criteria is met, the door unlocks and the other combatant can leave, which will make them the winner.

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Sheila didn’t know who picked this hotel and decided on this room for the fight, but she did know one thing: they thought they were being cute.

When she pictured the room for her showdown with Elinor, she figured it would be something appropriate to the situation. Something grimey, dirty, dank. Maybe it was just the way she did things back home, but when you had a match like this, a straight-up fight, you want your wrestlers to be in some place disposable and destructible, that you could tear down without worrying about property damage.

This place was nice. Too nice. In fact, it might just have been the nicest room Sheila had ever legally entered.

At the end of the day, it was a niggling thought, not the most important thing. This could’ve been a Motel 6 or the Four Seasons - it didn’t matter. All she had to focus on was the next woman who’d be coming through those doors - Elinor Klugmann.

Just thinking that name was enough to bring Sheila’s name to a boil, though she wasn’t so bad about it as she’d been a couple of weeks ago. Showing up Ellie’s workplace and working her over there had been the right call - yeah, calling her out to the ring for the match would’ve been smarter thing to do with much less chance of her ending up with a pair of silver bracelets, but it wouldn’t have been anywhere near as cathartic as seeing that look of surprise on the Queen Bitch’s face. It sucked for Heidi that she had to get caught up in the crossfire, but that was the price of war. Sheila’d swore to get even, and she kept her word.

It all brought her here, to this room in the luxurious Ritz-Carlton, sitting on a bed, wearing one of the skimpiest outfits she’d ever put on.

Hentai Ready

She took a moment to look herself over in the bathroom mirror, giving herself the once over with it for the first time since it had come in through the mail. She would’ve been perfectly fine just coming in nude - hell, given the way their last match had gone, that might’ve been the smart play. But after a lot of talks with her friends back home, they’d combined her to dress the part, and this was the result.

It was pretty sexy. Maybe a little too artsy for her tastes, but she rocked it good, she thought. The furs were a good touch, kind of fit the whole ‘jungle girl/cavewoman’ theme she liked to work. Not that impressing Elinor was anywhere on her list of priorities, but hey, she guessed she might as well look sexy doing it.

She tossed off her signature jacket and let it flop on the bed while she broke into her stretching routine, rubbing her neck to get out any of the kinks. She was still aching a bit from her last match with Elinor - nothing major, she’d fought through worse, but the occasional nagging twinge would be bothering her the whole time. Maybe that was a good thing, though - it would give her constant reminders on who she was dealing with and how dangerous she could be.

Sheila put a pause on it all when she fell the faint footsteps of someone coming down the hall and nearing the doorway - had to be Elinor, and she wanted her wild, smiling face to be the first thing she saw when she came in. With a roll of her neck, she stepped in front of the entryway with her arms folded, ready and willing to face off with the German wreckig machine one more time.

[Baddie]

The bright neon lights gleamed through limo's windows as Elinor stared into the Tokyo skyline. For the entire drive over here, Heidi had rambled on with varying statistics and probabilities she had compiled concerning their mutual enemy for tonight. After all that Sheila had put her through, Elinor didn't even have the heart to tell her to shut up. All she could do was muster the occasional glance into her assistant's blue eyes. She didn't need numbers to tell her how and why she was fighting tonight. The reason for all of that was sitting right beside her.

Elinor left Heidi inside the limo as she went to enter the hotel lobby, the usual good luck Boss and other flatteries going completely unanswered by the German. If this match had taken place a few years ago when Elinor was just barely scraping by, she might've actually been impressed with the place. A life of luxury didn't seem close to plausible in her youth, but now, this place wasn't anywhere near the fanciest hotel she'd been to, or the fanciest in Japan for that matter. Elinor's company ventures and lavish vacations had taken her around the world where she had resided in truly exquisite lodgings.

But despite the nefarious match conditions, she wasn't here for pleasure. Tonight was all business. And for that, a rundown motel on the side of highway would have served just as well. Paparazzies and sports journalists littered the lobby floor, eager for some pre-match press considering that the highly anticipated fight was barred from the public eye. She pushed them all aside without a word as she stepped into the elevator and punched in the pre-determined floor number.

A simple chime indicated that she had reached her destination. She stepped out of the elevator, the slap of her bare feet echoing down the hallway. Luckily very little alterations were done to her outfit for tonight. Aside from the lack of leggings, Sheila would see her as she always had, dressed in her already skimpy wrestling attire, strength and beauty on full display.

Elinor

A man stood just outside the designated room, key in hand ready to lock the combatants in their cage as soon as Elinor stepped inside. She stood just outside the door, her loud, heavy breaths audible even through the thick mahogany entrance. Her hands gripped the doorknob with enough strength to dent the malleable metal, before she finally flung the door wide open. And there she stood, in all her shit-faced grandeur.

Sheila. The bitch was smiling, wisecracking even. Her words were lost in the manic mind of the vengeance obsessed German.

As soon as she saw that woman's slutty grin, Elinor charged. Her footfalls could be heard three floors down as she let loose like a feral animal released from it's cage, it's eyes set on the nearest prey. Her aim was simple: A steadfast spear that would see all 150 pounds of muscle impaled shoulder-first into Sheila's core, driving them both to floor with groundbreaking force!

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

”All right, Ellie.” Sheila cracked her knuckles as the door swung open. ”Ready to show me oh, fuck!”

As Elinor came charging at her like a woman possessed, it occurred to Sheila that, maybe, she didn’t fully appreciate just how much she’d pissed this woman off.

Granted, she was still ticked off, too, but after she’d got the one-up on Elinor in her own workplace, she’d dropped from an 11 to a 9 on the scale. It had done wonders to take some of the edge off. Sure, she still wanted this bitch on a platter, but she could wait five seconds.

Elinor? Nope. She already had it dialed way the fuck up.

Sheila wasn’t wearing shoes, she had on this black wrap which covered her instep, calves, and part of her inste. But if she had been, she was confident that spear would’ve knocked her clear out of them. The insane thing wasn’t even the force she generated with it - though, fuck, did she put some doorbusting power into it. But the craziest part was how she managed to generate so much momentum over a short distance. Sheila hadn't even been that far away from her, maybe five or so at the most, and it felt like Elinor hit her at a full speed.

Add on to that how Elinor’s rock hard body hadn't gotten one bit softer in the last month. Add on to that the hardwood floor of the entryway, which was far less forgiven than a wrestling mat. Put that all together and you were left with Sheila on the floor, with one hand on her stomach and the other at her back, gasping and wheezing and writhing about like she’d just been hit with a wrecking ball, which wouldn’t be too far from the truth.

She rolled over to her chest and pressed her face against the hardwood floor while she kicked her legs. The simple act of breathing was a chore, as if Elinor had rearrange all her innards. ”God! Fucking, bloody, fuck, fuck-“

[Baddie]

Pissed off was an understatement. Livid maybe. Incensed was more like it, but one could hardly expect the bogan brawler to even spell that word much less know what it meant. In truth, there wasn't a word in the english language that could describe just how furious Elinor was. That's why she chose to let her actions do the speaking for her.

And oh boy did she act. The burst of pure power was enough to surprise Elinor herself, even as she launched at Sheila. Adrenaline alone wasn't enough to account for the near superhuman spear. No, she was powered by pure vitriol, a fuel capable of ascending any human being past their physical confines if it was strong enough. Considering that Elinor's was already built like a tank, the last thing an opponent of hers wanted was to rile her up beyond that. Oh well, too late for Sheila.

The spear wasn't necessarily pleasant for Elinor either given the hardwood flooring, but she was more than able to handle the impact. Sheila on the other hand hadn't braced herself at all. Hell, she seemed surprised even. Was she really this stupid? After all, Elinor had warned her already. She told her how bad she had fucked up.

Elinor rolled off to the side and quickly swiveled to her feet as the door quickly closed behind them, the quiet click of a lock twisting into place drowned out by Sheila's groans. If Elinor was feeling even the slightest bit dramatic, now might've been a good time to get the first word in on her rival. But she wasn't. The only thing she felt was the need to destroy. To obliterate. To ravage.

As soon as she was standing, Elinor kicked her foot into Sheila's exposed side in order to roll her opponent onto her back. From there Elinor would place herself at Sheila's feet, bending down to scoop both of the woman's legs and drape them over each shoulder. Her eyes would stare unyielding into Sheila's, the rage that burned within them eliminating the need for words. She clamped onto Sheila's thighs with both hands, using the grip to lift the entirety of her opponent's weight up onto her shoulders.

Sheila would only be suspended for a second, because Elinor would then attempt to send her opponent pummeling down into one of the room's coffee tables with a massive powerbomb!

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

So it would be fair to say that Sheila was off to a bad start, yeah? Yeah. On the floor, coughing her lungs out, possible internal bleeding - none of these were a good sign. Unlike usual, Sheila had actually come into this match with something reminiscent of a plan, but none of that plan involved Elinor nearly spearing her upper torso clean off her body.

”Guh, fuck…fuck!” Sheila sputtered and pressed her palm against the floor in a feeble attempt to get up, but she wasn’t even capable of that much yet. The shot must’ve drilled deep, so hard it went into the kidneys, because it felt like all of Sheila’s motor functions were out to lunch. She couldn't stand, couldn't push up, couldn't do anything but writhe around and cough, leaving her to just wallow about on the floor in a useless heap.

Elinor, of course, had none of those problems. She was just fine after their crash, coming off it much better, and she was already making her way up. A stiff kick crashed in her side a moment later, flipping Sheila over and making her so, so glad that the German wrestled barefoot.

Okay, she’d started up strong, but this would be Sheila’s chance to get into things. She knew Elinor, the woman couldn't resist a good opportunity to rub her superiority into your face once she was on top of things. She would start yapping, and there’d be an opening. Just had to wait.

Sheila waited all of two seconds for a speech that never came. Instead, Elinor shoved her head in between her legs, which would’ve been distressing enough on its lonesome. What happened next wasn’t quite as bad as what happened the last time she had this woman’s mouth near that region, but it was close.

Sheila had all of two seconds to process what was happening before Elinor lifted her up with ease, moved forward and sent her crashing into a coffee table. This wasn’t one of the cheap, dime-a-dozen tables that she’d gone through hundreds of times, either. No, this one was built to last. The finest wood. Hand-crafted, lovingly made. Built to take a fair degree of weight. Probably important from some country in Europe.

It fell apart when Sheila crashed into it, and it was every bit as bad as it looked. It felt as if her back exploded, and she wound up laying in the wreckage afterwards, hissing and twitching all about, complete mess among the shattered fragments.

[Baddie]

Elinor was positive she had never delivered a more devastating powerbomb in her life. Combined with the solid material of the coffee table and the hardwood flooring on which it stood on, she was also sure Sheila had just experienced the most devastating powerbomb of her life. Something told Elinor that it would only be one of many record breaking moves she planned on executing tonight.

The German came off the powerbomb with a a monstrous roar, her back arched and her arms spread out wide as she let out all her anguish and anger at once. The coffee table was just one of many well-built but breakable amenities in the room. The large queen sized bed served at it's centerpiece, and the place most likely to receive a sizeable chunk of tonight's action. If Sheila wanted to be fucked so badly, Elinor had no qualms about going over there and proving that a powerbomb wasn't the only thing she could make really hurt. This room was going to turn into a warzone by the time she was done with the blonde.

She turned her attention back to Sheila, the woman still writhing at her feet. "Get up" Elinor ordered. Her voice was hoarse from the exerted efforts of the spear and powerbomb, not to mention that these were the first words she had spoken in several hours. For some reason, she felt the need to devote her breath entirely to the woman she would be destroying to tonight. "I said GET UP!" she shouted, launching another bare foot into the woman's side.

Hmph - she wasn't listening. As usual, Elinor would have to take matters into her own hands then.

Her hands grabbed onto the thick blonde mane of her rival, roughly thrashing and yanking Sheila's hair until the woman had been dragged to her feet and positioned only a few meters from the foot of the bed. The match was only getting started, but Elinor could tell like she had already done quite a number on her opponent. As if she gave a shit.

"Look at me...LOOK...AT...ME!" Elinor commanded once more, using her grip on the Australian's hair to force her gaze into the German's. She stared at her for quite some time. She didn't know if she was looking for something in Sheila's pathetic blue eyes, less vibrant and more pale than Heidi's. Or if she was trying to send a message through her own amber orbs. Either way she, she just stared, letting the seconds tick by while she seethed.

The moment would be broken by Elinor's fist, once balled up by her side but now sent hurdling up and in between them. Her other hand on Sheila's hair was meant to keep her steady, and if she succeeded in this regard, then Elinor's fist would hopefully find it's target as she attempted to deliver a jaw-rattling uppercut straight into her opponent's chin!

[BlackAkuma]

Two moves. Sheila had only taken two moves.

How the hell was Elinor not in the heavyweight class?

It was crazy to think the two women weren’t all that far apart in terms of height and weight. She’d fought grown men, full blown heavyweights with boulders for shoulders, and she swore, none of them had the kind of power this seemingly skinny woman could bring to bear. It was freakish, an inhuman level of strength, and she was crazy enough to lock herself in a hotel room with the woman. A weird thing to be proud of, but she could admit.

It was something to hold onto, a small bit of pride as she writhed around in the table’s wreckage. It was the first piece of furniture to suffer in this match, but she knew it wouldn’t be the last. She could tell that just from the look in Elinor’s eyes.

Sheila had only begun a weak attempt at rising when her opponent gave her another kick in the side, making her ball up on reflex. As much as she was hurting, she wasn’t done just yet - it would take way more than that to put her down for good. But all the same, even she needed some recovery time after taking two match-ending moves back to back, and Sheila didn’t seem keen on giving her an inch.

She hissed as her hair was gripped tight and pulled upwards, with the rest of her body following close behind. Sheila strugged and pawed at Elinor’s iron grip, growling through her gritted teeth like an ensnared animal. She looked her opponent in the eyes, matching fire for fire, feeling the heat rise within her own body as she rose up to the German’s level.

”Go to-”

The final part of her defiant curse was cut off by an uppercut to Sheila’s face, rocking her right on the jaw. It hit so hard that she spun around after the impact, her hair twisting around in Elinor’s grip as she sagged on weakening knees. Her hands fell away and her eyes went glassy, and for an instant, a hot second, she was out of it.

When she came back, the first thing she saw was her and Elinor, reflecting in a minor on a nearby vanity table. More importantly, though, she could see Elinor’s exact position - standing behind her, just above her shoulder.

Perfect.

”I see ya!”” Sheila popped up with a sudden burst, reached up to grab Elinor’s head in a three-quarter facelock, kick her legs out and dropped down to a sit, ramming her opponent’s face into her shoulder with the same move she’d used to take out her secretary - her finishing move, the Kitchen Sink.

[Baddie]

The uppercut had served it's purpose, her brandished knuckles cutting off the Australian mid sentence and digging deep into the jaw of her opponent. Sheila was sent into a tailspin, her body prevented from flying off as she hung limp in Elinor's grasp. The silver-haired German was enjoying this. Alot.

If Elinor could thank her opponent for anything, it would be for choosing this venue and match type. She'd been slightly skeptical at first, but now it was plainly obvious just how many opportunities there were for her to utterly destroy her rival. And to think they hadn't even gotten to the best part yet. It only seemed fitting then, that her arch enemy would find a way to ruin the moment, as she seemed to have a knack for doing.

For a brief second there, Sheila seemed completely out of it. That was until they shared a moment's glance in the nearby mirror, a fleeting second that revealed Sheila's eyes popping back open with realization. The bitch muttered the first complete sentence she'd been able to muster all match long. Then came the arms wrapping around he neck, the sudden downwards momentum, concluding in a crescendo of bone upon bone as her jaw smashed into Sheila's shoulder.

Ah yes, Heidi had described it perfectly. The small assistant wasn't exactly a wrestling aficionado, but Elinor had been able to piece together what Sheila had done to her based on what the poor girl could remember. The irony of that be the first successful move performed by Sheila would eventually dawn on the business woman, but first came the pain.

Her head had rebounded off of Sheila's shoulder, her body sent into a similar hurdle across the room and onto the floor. "AAGH! GAH...Fuck!" Elinor groaned as she lay on the ground, clutching her chin with both hands. She slowly shifted her lower jaw around her mouth, checking to see nothing had become misaligned or broken. It didn't help that each twitch brough along with it sharp tinges of pain.

It was no wonder the move had knocked Heidi out completely. Elinor herself was properly stunned. The two were already wielding finishers and match-enders like they were nothing, a testament to just how intense this match was bound to become. But if Sheila thought that'd be enough to take Elinor out of the game for quite some time, she was wrong. In a matter of seconds, Elinor was already staggering her way back onto her feet, clutching the nearby wall for support.

She felt lightheaded and dizzy, perhaps from getting up too fast and underestimating just how much of a ringer that move had been. But she didn't care. She charged anyways, roaring with rage as she pushed off the wall for an added boost and bulldozed straight ahead of her. Her arm was pointed straight out to her side, a lariat armed and ready to let loose into her opponent's chest and undo progress she may have made.

[BlackAkuma]

God. That. Felt. So. Goddamn. Good.

Sheila couldn't describe how long she’d been wanting to do that. She’d dreamed of hitting the woman with that move. Fantasized about it. Went to sleep thinking about it and woke up the same. Ever since their match, she’d replayed the scene over and over and over, working out every little detail. She’d spent the past few weeks training it to perfection, focusing on ways she could hit it from every angle, taking the Bruce Lee approach and honing it 10,000 times, to the point where she could literally do the damn thing blindfolded.

All so she could use the move on one woman, at one moment, when she needed it most. And fuck, did it feel so good. Orgasmis almost. Thanks to the mirror, she got to see the look in Elinor’s eyes right before it hit, that precious look, where she clearly knew what was about to happen but wasn’t in a position to do a damn thing about it. She wanted to bottle that look, savor it forever, just live in it.

The mirror also meant that she could see why that was a luxury she couldn't afford. ”Ah, crikey.”’

Sheila had stumbled forward to the vanity table and flopped on it, using it to support her wobbling knees, still reeling from the match’s opening barrage, when Elinor began pushing her way back up behind her. She looked over her shoulder, as if checking to see if the mirror was wrong, but no - she was getting up. Slow, sure, but she was rising. ”Crazy bitch, crazy fucking…”

With a hard, haggard groan Sheila pushed off the table and staggered forward to meet her foe. Her steps grew more controlled as she broke into a short run, but she was still nowhere near up to her opponent’s speed, and even this short burst was taking it out of her. She fell forward as the two came hurtling at each other, and for a second it looked like she was going to collapse before they even came close.

Appearances were deceiving. Sheila was falling forward, but it was intentional, as she threw her body into a forward roll, bringing her legs whipping forward in an arc, coming at her foe with a Rolling Koppu Kick, one that would whip her hard in her outstretched arm.

[Baddie]

With her jaw still rattled and her vision still dazed, Elinor wasn't in the best of conditions to spearhead yet another charge at her opponent to begin with. But time spent recovering wasn't a luxury this match would allow for. Never-ending destruction and limitless carnage, until one of them had laid waste to the other: That's what they signed up for, and that's what Elinor would deliver.

The push against the wall meant her steps started out staggered and uncoordinated, but Elinor quickly found her footing. For her part, Sheila seemed to be attempting a counter charge of her own, starting of with a similar degree of instability, but failing to find the level of balance Elinor had. As far as Elinor was concerned, she had the clear advantage in momentum.

Her assessment was only reinforced as Sheila began to slump over mid charge. Seeing her opponent on the verge of keeling over, Elinor adjusted her lariat, bringing her arm down to ram into Sheila's chest before she collapsed. But the blonde wasn't falling, she was rolling, a maneuver Elinor hadn't foreseen or considered. The roll changed Sheila's trajectory completely, rendering Elinor's lariat useless as her now vulnerable arm found itself whipped to the side by her opponent's leg hammering down.

The German hissed as the collision snapped her arm harsh against it's socket, the opposing force sending the rest of her body into an unplanned spin. Elinor's momentum had been completely hijacked as she stumbled over her own feet, her body crash landing haphazardly into an upholstered armchair, luckily cushioning her blow. She grit her teeth as her hand shot to her shoulder, the region feeling strained from the snapping force of Sheila's rolling kick.

Sheila had managed to evade a potentially devastating blow, but her counter only left Elinor slightly stinged and much more annoyed. She rolled the injured shoulder a few times, winding it back into action as she picked herself back up, the seated position now giving her a new idea. The German grabbed onto the chair by both of it's arm rests, not so much as a grunt being heard as she effortlessly picked up the chair and wielded it high above her head. Her eyes darted to Sheila's location, her body swiveling in unison to align herself with her opponent. "AAARGH!" Elinor roared as she wound her arms behind her, attempting to throw the luxurious furniture at Sheila from across the room!