Chelsea Loski vs Courage Takemi - Making or Breaking Courage

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Chelsea just got knocked flat on her back by some girl's small ass, she wasn't living that one down without some serious changes to how she was doing things. Courage wasn't focused on her at first but soon the ref was and Chelsea shook the cobwebs off to end up staring at a mic with the referee asking her if she said she quit. Chelsea felt mortified, after one big hit she was being asked if she was crying uncle. After the moment of shock passed it gave way to anger and Chelsea kicked at the referees mic to knock it away.

"No!!" Chelsea screamed before she would get up and run towards Courage, whether or not she was paying attention Chelsea would run right at Courage ready to kick her ass. Jumping in the air and basically cross boding Courage provided she didn't move out of the way and trapping her under a very angry redhead.

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Chelsea's denial boomed throughout the arena and prompted Courage to turn around and face her. Her eyes went wide, Chelsea had already left the ground and was hurtling at her, much the same as she had just done! "Uh oh..."

"OOF!" Chelsea's body crashed into Courage's and the two women flattened against each other in mid-air! And then, Courage hit the canvas back first with Chelsea atop her! She was left groaning and wincing in pain as her poor belly was caved in by Chelsea's furious aerial attack! Her feet kicked weakly, bouncing her heels off the canvas as her mind struggled to put itself back together.

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Chelsea had knocked Courage down quickly and the idol went from pandering to the fans like she was the real deal in this ring to being under Chelsea like a mat for Chelsea to rest on. The kick to her body winded her and Chelsea had time to get back up and take the top spot looking down at the hurting idol while planning something bad for her, she was getting real sick of this never ending spirit that the fans seemed to be loving. Chelsea would grab her head up and pull her into a guillotine choke.

"You must think it's real cute that you get a cheap pop anytime you open your mouth. You actually think that is going to get you anywhere? All that ass kissing does for you is keep you in the running to come out here and get beat over and over and over again. Because that's the real reason they love you, people love a good comedy act." Chelsea said shifting so that she could drive a knee into Courage's side from her seated position. "But I don't so I'm going to make sure that the only thing these people see is you in peril. You won't get the best of me but you will break, and by the time I'm done you're going to break every little promise you made them...and the worst part is, they're going to love every second of it." Chelsea hissed squeezing on Courage's head.

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Courage was easily wrangled by her opponent. She was easily maneuvered into a deadly submission maneuver. She had the fan's support and a cute look, but she didn't have the technical know-how needed to fight back against the technique. Nor did she have the sense and focus!

"Urk!" Her eyes shot open as she was pulled down to the canvas atop Chelsea!

"T-that's *coff* not true!!!" She protested as she grasped futilely at the woman who was strangling her.

She fruitlessly attempted to pull herself free by jerking on Chelsea's grasp. Her hands were locked tight. A day-one grappler knew that the way out involved pressing down on the outer elbow to buy yourself space... But Courage wasn't even that. She started to gag. And Chelsea could feel her wet, hot breath against her skin.

"GNF!" She couldn't even scream as Chelsea's knee bounced off of her ribs with a stomach-turning crack!

It hurt so much... It felt like she was dying... And the choke had nothing to do with it. Her face was hidden from the world, buried in Chelsea's grasp and facing the canvas. A mercy, as her tears started to pitter-patter onto the canvas. It was her words that were damaging her most. That wasn't to detract from the effectiveness of her technique... But perhaps Courage had gotten used to being battered...

She was lying! ...W-wasn't she?

Courage's feet kicked helplessly at the canvas! With every passing second, her kicks grew slower and slower. The pulling on Chelsea's grip got meeker. The tears were replaced with saliva as her tongue fell out of her mouth in secret. She was trapped! Helplessly trapped!

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Chelsea had Courage locked in tight and felt the girls struggles, she couldn't believe just how off Courage's game was when she scrambled and tried to break out without any of the usual methods. That made Chelsea's anger even worse, they put her in this ring with this girl so Courage can get her exposure and she didn't seem to have any passion or knowledge of it. She squeezed harder feeling her anger get worse with each passing second, ignoring her slow crying fit and noticing that her struggling was getting weaker.

"Oh you don't think so? We have all day to prove it, until you say I quit this match doesn't end so let's do this. I'm going to beat the hell out of you for as long as I like, not like you can stop me from doing whatever I want. But while I do that I want you to listen to them, and only once we hear them start to cheer for the beating I give you will I give you the time you need to quit." Chelsea said squeezing on her neck one last time. When it felt like Courage may actually pass out if she trapped her any longer Chelsea let go and grabbed Courage to pull up to her feet forcing her to stand up near the ropes so she couldn't fall down and Chelsea would step back gesture for everyone to be silent...before giving the idol's ass a loud chop to send a message, from this point forward in the match Chelsea owned Courage.

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The light in her eyes fizzled out entirely. Her pupils narrowed and her head lulled. Chelsea could feel it. The moment she went out... This was it. It was over... At least it was over...

And a second later her feet were kicking and she was coughing again! Her head felt like it was filled with red-hot needles, pushed through her eyes as they were penetrated by the bright arena lights! *Coff* *Coff*

She choked on the sudden influx of air and clutched at her throat. She didn't even notice that she was standing before she was falling! The ropes dug into her soft breasts, catching her! Her eyes went wide and wild as she searched for reality!

*CRACK*

Chelsea's chop sank into Courage's plump backside and forced a shuddering whimper from her lips! "Aaaahn~~" She twitched against the ropes! But otherwise hung there! Her head turned to catch sight of Chelsea. And it was then that she comprehended the words that Chelsea said to her just before she'd put her to sleep.

It wasn't over... It wouldn't end until Courage quit.

The fans cheered. Her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't disappoint them! "N-noo..." she whispered.

Her fists balled, but her legs stayed jelly. And worse... The spank that Chelsea had given her triggered a dark heat in the center of her belly...

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Chelsea had made a point to put Courage in a place where she could keep messing with her and she had every plan set to make sure that no matter how long the idol resisted Chelsea could drag things out and keep it fresh. She doubted someone like her had any real willpower so it was just hypothetical stuff but Chelsea did love her plans.

"Oh look at them cheering. I bet you think they're cheering you, how much are you willing to bet that they're not actually cheering for what I'm about to do to you?" Chelsea taunted having figured out that she had bothered Courage with her words from earlier and would pull Courage around so that she was now facing the inside of the ring, exposing her to kicks. Chelsea would send several kicks alternating between Courage's belly and her chest to wear her down while she was still on the ropes and unable to drop or defend herself much.

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"Buegh!! Ahn~!" Chelsea's kicks alternated between the two soft sections of Courage's torso. Her belly gave in to the toe of Chelsea's boot, causing the idol to bend at the waist and threaten to fall over! But she was immediately snapped back against the turnbuckle as her abundant tits swallowed up Chelsea's calf with a satisfying jiggle!

The second set saw Courage's eyes bulging as she spat out a spray of saliva, her insides turning to mush! Her knees gave out, but that only had her body falling into the next kick! This time the toe of Chelsea's boot bit into the center of her right breast and cracked against her rib cage! "AAHHHH~!!" Ushering a shriek of anguish from the battered idol's lips!

The third set saw Courage's cheeks swelling as her belly was violated again. Her face turned red as her abdominal muscles were separated and her breath denied! This time she didn't fall forward, and was instead pinned to the second turnbuckle! She didn't make a sound as her insides were churned. Because she couldn't. The third kick to her tits was vicious and tore away a part of her top. Her breasts nearly bounced out of the attire, but when they settled, the soft pink ring of her areola was just -barely- visible. Her head snapped back as a spray of saliva was shot into the sky.

She was dangling and panting and drooling. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her eyes were vacant. She would have face-planted if the ropes weren't holding her in place like a tee-ball. Her body was red and bruised from the repeated and savage kicking assault! And yet-

"DON'T GIVE UP COURAGE!" "YEAH! THIS IS OUR GENERATION!" "SHE'S JUST A HACK BULLY!"

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Chelsea didn't consider herself a cruel person, what was happening happened to several wrestlers and it was never considered evil or bad. Chelsea just didn't play differently no matter who she was facing, a veteran or a rookie would get the same treatment between the ropes and if they couldn't keep up that was their fault for being in the ring with someone much better than them. Sure Courage pissed her off just for being such a weak wrestler and being popular despite that but Chelsea didn't ramp up her aggression just for her, she did enjoy it more but really who couldn't enjoy the sound of a weak girl being crushed by your kicks? She was almost going to ask her if she was ready to quit when the fans started speaking, not just cheering on Courage. She felt a blood vessel pop when she was called a 'hack' as if she was the one who didn't know what they were doing in this ring.

"At least I know how to run the ropes, can the girl of this generation say that?" Chelsea would ask but not caring about a response as she grabbed the battered idol and would whip her to the other side of the ring. Waiting for her return Chelsea would stand in the center and jump for a dropkick once Courage came back her way and felt the might of Chelsea's boots pressing into her boobs.

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Courage was dizzy and panting... But the voices of her fans still reached her. Their cheers, their support... It was what had always gotten her through. Not just in wrestling, but when she was on the road. When she had to go on stage and sing and dance with aching, ailing muscles and a sore throat. When she didn't feel cute and agile. They had always supported her...

Courage didn't have a reprisal to Chelsea's question. She barely had the energy for anything at all. She stumbled out of the corner, nearly planting on her face before turning to hit the ropes.

"DON'T GIVE UP!!!" The fans cried out. It provoked a wincing, one-eyed smile.

Chelsea leaped. Her body compressed, building tension, and sprung out with both feet blazing! Courage didn't have the strength to catch her... Or even bat her aside. She... Didn't have the strength for anything... And so she leaned into that.

Courage's head ducked and her body collapsed. She tumbled, top over teakettle. Chelsea's boots brushed her hair, a near miss. The idol utilized her exhaustion and muscle memory to dynamically roll under Chelsea's attack! Forcing her to miss and fall to the canvas. Far from devastating. But the fans cheered as if Courage had put Chelsea through a table!

When the roll was complete, she would wind up on her hands and knees, turning to look at Chelsea with a grin. A grin that told her she wasn't ready to give up yet. But then... She still wasn't back on her feet...

"Hah... Hah... I'm n-not done yet!"