Blitzkrieg! Sheila Morgan vs. Elinor Klügmann

[BlackAkuma]

Just a little longer. A few more seconds, tops, and Elinor would be out like a light. Sheila was far from a submission wrestler, but even she could make this work - you just put your arms around your opponents neck and give them a big squeeze, like a reverse bear hug on the neck. Even an iron wall like this German would go down if she couldn't breathe, and then…

…then what?

Sheila wasn’t thinking that far ahead, but the question was coming to her now, as Elinor started to fade. Something had to make this woman give up. Humiliating was the first idea that came to mind, but she’d already stripped and she’d spent about half the match with her tits in the wind. She wasn’t the type to embarrass easy. Hell, if you didn’t count those weird looking leggings, she had on way less clothing than Sheila, which didn’t happen every day.

Was this woman really going to make Sheila snap her like a goddamn twig? She didn’t want it to go that far, but that was seeming to be the case as this went on, more and more.

Troubling, yeah, but she had to knock her out to even get to that point. ”That’s it, let it happen.” She nuzzled her head against Elinor’s settling in. ”Slip out, and then-“

Sheila was leaving the canvas. Why was Sheila leaving the canvas?

Oh. Because Elinor was standing up, despite the lack of oxygen and having a 120 pound Australian on her back. Well. Shite.

Sheila clamped down harder than ever before, betting that she could knock this woman out before the worst happened, but it was a bet she was destined to lose. Elinor charged back, rammed her spine into the ringside, and she let out a hoarse shriek as the pain flew from her body. That spot was still aching from the backbreaker she took earlier, and getting rammed against steel didn’t make it feel any better.

She didn’t let go of the hold, but all the power flew from her arms at once, leaving her to hang onto Elinor’s neck, no more of a threat to her breathing than a loose necktie. Limp, lifeless, she hissed through her teeth and pressed her face on her opponent’s back, refilling her lungs with deep breaths.

[Baddie]

Elinor had performed quite a few feats of strength throughout this match. The same could be said about her opponent for that matter. But given how deafening the audience's reaction was, something told them that nothing was quite as impressive as this. Stripped, bent, and choked, Elinor was all but finished mere moments ago. Now she was up on her feet, with her opponent reduced to nothing more than a groggy ragdoll on her back.

It felt glorious. So glorious in fact, that Elinor felt color return to her face as air entered her lungs, each breath slowly but surely pumping newfound energy into her raging veins. Throughout this match, the Business Berserker was never afforded either the reason nor the opportunity to truly live up to that name. Now, she was handed both, and she was going to make Sheila regret stepping into the ring with her.

The Australian was left to hang limp on Elinor's back, pressed tightly against the ringside while the German took a few second to breath. Reenergized, Elinor reached back and placed both of her hands on Sheila's hair, a spot that had proven to be effective albeit redundant throughout this match. Nevertheless, Elinor bent down and jerked her grip forward, aiming to drag and slam Sheila off her back and onto the cold concrete in front of her.

If she had successfully dislodged her opponent, then the moment would surely call for triumph. Stomping one foot on Sheila's chest and leaving it there, Elinor would raise both fists in the air and bask in the audience's mixed reactions. Some were ecstatic over her miraculous recovery. Others were not so enthused at having the heel's punishment end so prematurely.

Elinor lowered her head back down to face her opponent, lifting her foot off of her chest and placing it high above Sheila's face. "You should have finished me off when you had the chance" Elinor spat, her disgust at her opponent's failure evident through her crass tone. It was as if the German would have respected the blonde more if she had pushed her body to breakage.

A bleak thought, but one that Elinore would afford Sheila little time to ponder on as she immediately sent her foot crashing down into the head of her opponent, heel-first in a vicious stomp into her opponent's cheekbone.

[BlackAkuma]

”Shite.” Sheila muttered under her breath as she winced, eyes shut tight from the pain. ”Something’s broke. Shite.”

This wasn’t idle rambling, either. Sheila knew, perhaps better than anyone in LAW, when one of her bones had broken, and she could feel all the telltale signs right now. That dull, electric, pulsing pain, coming at you in waves whenever you moved, the feeling of something loose. A rib or two? Maybe. It was always tricky to tell under the swelling went down, but she was sure it happened and the doctors would give her an earful about it.

She was sure of one other thing, too: She was absolutely fucked.

This whole match, she’d been able to stay one step ahead of Elinor and survive because of two things: Being faster than the German and being more resourceful. She couldn't outpower this woman, but she could outfox, always finding a way to switch things back into her favor. Always a trick, always a way out.

Now, she had nothing. Elinor was up, Sheila was pinned, and she couldn't think of a single thing to change that. That meant things were about to go downhill, but even she was surprised by how fast that happened.

Sheila was whipped, high and hard, coming down right onto her tortured back, making whatever was broke back there even worse. She was never the type to hold back her screams, and this was no exception - it came out, a loud, shrill sound, that only ended when Elinor’s foot hammered her chest and robbed her of the energy for it. She laid there, writhing, as her opponent raised her hands in victory, as if this match was hers to win, now.

And maybe it was. But fuck it all if Sheila would make it easy.

She made an attempt to push her way up, struggling against the foot, only for it to raise up a second later. Sheila jerked up, only to find herself looking right at Elinor’s foot, with the German giving her just enough time to realize what was about to happen and get her arms up in a weak defense.

”Go fuck-”

Sheila’s retort was cut off by a heel slamming into her mouth, hammering her into the unforgiving floor with all the grace of a stubborn nail. Her body jerked at the impact, went into a spastic fit, then lied still. Deathly still. Whenever the foot moved away, the crowd would see the Aussie lying there with a glassy look in her eyes and a mix of spittle and blood coming from her mouth. Not out of it all the way, but not far off.

[Baddie]

Was Elinor going to far? Were her plans for vengeance well past any notion of retributive justice? Was she pushing her opponent's pain and suffering far beyond what was necessary? If the audible creaking of her opponent's ribs beneath her foot told her anything, it was that she sure as hell was taking things to the limit. The stomp to the face was just the cherry on top, a kick to maximize pain without going so far as to send Sheila into the depths of unconsciousness. After all, Elinor wanted her to feel every last bit of what was coming next.

Lifting her foot up, Elinor took satisfaction in the practical corpse she had left in her wake. The sight of the broken woman was an instant inflation of her prowess, a tell-tale sign of the strength and acumen she had brought to the wild world of LAW. And to think, she still had so much more skill to show and havoc to wreak... Elinor couldn't help but laugh to herself as the thought made her surprisingly aroused.

Bending down, Elinor grabbed the familiar soft tuft on her opponent's head, using the grip to drag the woman up to her feet. Face to face, Elinor's hungry eyes would bore deep into the defeated gaze of her opponent, searching for what remained of her pride that Elinor could devour and claim as her own. When Elinor found the answer, she smiled: Her dignity. Ahhh yes. Sheila's strength, body, and soul had been all but shattered throughout this match, but her dignity? That remained very much intact, and that simply would not do.

"Now that you're mine, I may just take you up on that offer" Elinor snickered, referencing the last words Sheila had managed to utter before the decisive stomp. Coiling her arms around her opponent's broken form, Elinor attempted a move not yet seen or expected throughout their long grueling affair.

The German pulled her limp opponent forwards with a sudden jerk, tilted her head, and forced their lips to mash together in an brazen display of dominance. The crowd was amuck at the shocking development, but Elinor paid them no heed. Her hand traversed up the length of Sheila's back before gripping tightly onto the back of her head, forcing her deeper into the kiss against her will. Elinor's tongue slashed through the weak border of their lips, clashing with the limp tongue of her opponent as she sought to claim every square inch of the intimate vestibule.

It was not enough that Elinor feel her victory, she had to taste it too. And oh did it taste sweet. Elinor would use her grip on her opponent to ram her against the apron once again, leaving her with no other options other than to endure the degrading display as the kiss raged on. Elinor's bare chest raked across Sheila's clothed one, a prelude to a whole new world of pleasure and pain making itself abundantly clear in the shocking display.

She couldn't tell how long the deep ravaging went on for.... seconds, minutes maybe? She only knew she that she dover deeper and tighter into her opponent until her body begged for breath. Only then would Elinor finally remove her lips, and with it, use her grip on the back of Sheila's head to shove her face downwards right into Elinor's upraised and incoming knee!

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was only barely aware of the world around her, having the dimmest, weakest sensations reaching her brain. She could hear the crowd as a distant roar, like ocean waves a mile away. The announcers were closer, but their screams were muffled, as if they were trying to talk underwater. The only thing that truly registered was the beat of her heart.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

So she wasn’t dead, that was good to know. But she couldn't move, she couldn't struggle, she couldn't even see much through her glassy eyes. Everything was just a blur, and she didn’t even see Elinor’s hands until they were right before her face, gripping her favorite handhold and lifting her up. Sheila twitched in the hold, but that was all she had as far as resistance went. Her body was closing up for the night. Lifeless and quiet.

That was, until she found she couldn't breathe out of her mouth. Until she realized something was blocking it. Until she realized what that something was.

Then she screamed.

Her muffled shriek reverberated through their heads, as she tried and failed to twist her head out of Elinor’s grasp. Tears began to well up as her body responded to it in the natural way, making her arousal clear, and there was no way around it - this was the sort of contact she enjoyed the most, after all. Rough, passionate, intense, the kind of lovemaking that leaves a bruise even at it’s gentlest. Anywhere else, anyone else, it would be welcome.

But not here, not with her. Elinor was just doing this to fuck with her head, and Sheila gave her best to deny her the pleasure, but it would’ve hard to manage if she was at 100%, and she was so far from that. There was nothing to stop her from taking what she pleased, roaming around her mouth a will, as if she owned it. Probably thought she did.

Their saliva mixed with the blood, and the faint taste of her own pussy was still on the woman’s tongue, creating a toxic, nauseating mix. When Sheila was on the edge, when it felt like her body was close to giving out, that was when Elinor put a stop to it, but she didn’t even give her the luxury of spitting out. ”You even taste like-”

She didn’t even have the chance to throw a half-hearted version of Elinor’s own insult back at her. The knee crashed into her face, dead center, and drove the life out of her once again, making her go limp in the German’s grasp. But, still, she was conscious, hanging on like a sailor on a sinking ship.

[Baddie]

The stiff resistance Elinor felt as she plunged deeper into Sheila's mouth only made her want it that much more. The pain the Australian endured was palatable all throughout their kiss, the resonance of her scream, the salty tang of blood, all concocting with their shared saliva. Elinor was glad she hadn't spoiled herself earlier on in the match. It tasted so much much better knowing her foe was on the verge of vanquish.

The knee was a harsh ending to what was already a cruel affair. She caught a glimpse of her mumbling opponent as she tried to regurgitate her own line right back at her. Elinor could only shake her head and smile as Sheila hung limp in her grasp. The woman's quips had been annoying ever since the start of the match, but now, it was kind of funny.

Pathetic.

She flicked a solitary finger into Sheila's face to make sure the woman was still conscious after the knee, a slight flinch confirming that she in fact was. Elinor grabbed her by the sides of her torso, lifting her up with a grunt before slinging her overtop her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The other hand gripped the edge of the ring as she leaped up onto the apron and threw her opponent haphazardly over the ropes. She slipped through the ropes herself soon after, marking their grand return back into the ring.

Grabbing Sheila by the ankle, Elinore dragged her back to the center of the ring before dropping her leg unceremoniously on the mat. "Where did I hear something break? Was it here?" Elinore piqued, delivering a cruel stomp into the blonde's tailbone. "Or was it here?" Another heel crashed into the center of the blonde's spine.

"C'mon bitch, the doc's waiting for an answer!" This time her foot land square on the side of Sheila's ribcage. Through her past screaming and groaning, Sheila's had made the unintentional error of revealing where she was most injured, and now that Elinor had deduced it for sure, she didn't plan on giving the Aussie's back any respite.

[BlackAkuma]

As Sheila reeled from the knee, blinking to clear the stars out of her vision, she came to a stark realization: Elinor was one of those wrestlers.

Ever so often in her backyard league, she’d come across these wrestlers who weren’t just wild animals, but feral mad dogs. The sort of wrestler who didn’t just like to fight, but liked to hurt. Psychos who got their kicks out of making things a torture fest. It was never enough to just win and be done with it, they had to take it to extra steps and try to turn things into a bloody SAW film.

Sheila didn’t mind blood and violence, she loved it, but freaks like that were a danger to everyone, and she never had any patience for them in her ring. And now here she was, far away from her friends, in a match with the strongest version of that wrestler she’d ever met, and in a situation where it wouldn’t be over until she allowed it to be.

Yeah. Yeah, this was not a good situation.

She was limp as Sheila carried her up on the apron like a huntress with her prized kill and tossed her into the ring, making her come down for a hard crash on her side. The sudden slap of the mat woke her up a bit, but she wasn’t sure whether being more conscious was a good thing or a bad thing. Yeah, going to sleep would stop the pain, but it wouldn’t end the match, and she didn’t like the idea of going to sleep in Elinor’s grasp one damn bit.

Sheila planted one palm on the mat and tried to crawl forward, dragging herself to the ropes, more on reflex than anything. It was a futile gesture, and it meant even less when Elinor came in with her probing kicks. Drilling her. Testing her body. Looking for the weakness.

For the first time in the match, Sheila clamped her mouth tight, doing her best to resist the impulse that was coming. She couldn't scream. She wouldn’t scream.

Elinor kicked her ribs, and she screamed.

The shriek came out and she smacked her fist against the mat to deal with the pain. Red flashed in her eyes, and she lashed out, just wanting to cause Elinor some pain for that, give her anything back to make her scream, too. She twisted to the side, reached out to grab hold of her leg with both arms, and pulled herself in with an open mouth, trying to bite at the German’s leg. She just hoped these weird leg things she wore weren’t all that thick.

[Baddie]

Oh yeah, Sheila was hurting alright. Even now, Elinor could hear cries from the more sympathetic members of the crowd to just finish her already. To just lock her in a submission hold and be done with it. But doing that would hardly send the message Elinor was hoping for. She wasn't one to be fucked with, and only the broken body of her inaugural opponent would be fit to serve as a reminder to all future challengers.

Sheila's sickening cry as the German's foot crashed into her ribcage confirmed Elinor's suspicions. Something was definitely broken alright. Already her mind began searching for ways to enhance the pain. The ref stood idle with a worried gaze, the safety of the two fighters having been removed from his job description ever since the women agreed to this match.

"AAAAARRRGH!" Before Elinor had any chance to enact one of her cruel plans, a sharp stabbing pain had injected itself into her leg. She stumbled backwards only to see Sheila's teeth digging into her skin, easily piercing through the thin fabric of her legging. With Sheila clinging onto her like a leach, Elinor ended up tripping backwards onto the mat, her legs kicking wildly in an effort to free herself from her desperate opponent.

Her free leg would swoop forwards, aiming to plant a rough kick right in the blonde's face with enough force to hopefully pry her off for good. If she was successful, Elinor would immediately begin tending to her leg, wincing at the blood that now oozed from the bright red bite mark on her skin. She scooched backwards away from her feral opponent, creating enough room for her to get back on her feet and stare down at the blonde with renewed rage.

"You just never learn, do you!" Elinor spit as she inched her way back towards her opponent, a limp now noticeable in her left leg. "I guess that my fault... I haven't taught you enough it seems" The German loomed overtop Sheila now, planting her good foot on the back of her neck to prevent any further movement. Bending down, Elinor used one hand to begin undoing the clasp on Sheila's bra before slipping it out carefully from underneath her opponent. She stretched the material in her hand, testing it's dexterity as the crowd went wild over the now two bare-chested warriors.

"Lets start with lesson number one - how to do a proper camel clutch." Ahhh revenge. This was the moment Elinor was waiting for. She plopped herself harshly over Sheila's back and began pulling her arms over her legs, repeating the exact same procedure that had been done to her only moments ago. Similar to her opponent, Elinor would opt for a crueler variation of the hold. With Sheila's bra still in hand, Elinore wedged the fabric underneath her head and around her neck, gripping onto it by it's ends. She then began leaning backwards, forcing the bra to cradle underneath Sheila's neck and begin lifting up her her torso and arching her spine in tandem, revealing her bare chest to the whole stadium while choking her in the process!

"C'mon babe, I dare ya to submit!"

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, good, it wasn’t too thick. Kind of like a fancy, footless legging. For a moment, Sheila was worried that she might look dumb gnawing on this bitch’s leg with no response. Because appearances are her top priority.

She dug in and dug deep, knowing full well that Elinor would shut this shit down in short order. She also knew that no one in the history of wrestling, ever, had won a match via biting, and that this wouldn’t do a damn thing but leave the German with another scar, and that all hell would rain down on her in retaliation.

She didn’t care. It was just spite, and she was okay with that.

Of course, it had to come to an end, and a painful one at that. Sheila made a go for it when Elinor went down, trying to scramble up her body, but it would’ve been a big ask if she’d been at her best. Now, she was too slow, too slow, too groggy to capitalize, and she wound up eating a bare foot instead, ramming home square on her nose. The blow sent her flopping off, and she wound up on her side with nothing more to show for it than some broken skin on the German and a broken nose on her part.

She had only just put a hand on the ground, struggling to push up, when Elinor nixed the idea with a foot on her neck, grinding her into the mat. That was bad enough, cutting off circulation, but she knew it was about to get worse, much worse, when she felt her top coming off.

She wasn’t naive. She knew that, after what she did to Elinor earlier, there’d be a receipt coming at the first opportunity her opponent got. But not now, not like this, not at the worst conceivable time and not combined with a fucking camel clutch.

Her choked cries came out as her back was strained to the limit and her top dug into her throat, cutting into her neck. It didn’t cost all that much, fairly cheap material, but it held up well despite that, defying all of her attempts to rip it off with her feeble, fumbling fingers. When that failed, she went into spastic fit, her arms flaiing about in a wild attempt to throw Elinor off balance.

She was fading, fast. Her world was growing quiet. But she wouldn’t tap. Not to her, not to her...

[Baddie]

Elinor's knuckles gleamed white with exertion as they held onto the garment with a death grip, pulling with as much force as the strands of the fabric would allow. The spastic vibrations of her opponent felt good, the sight of her writhing body was an encouraging one, and the sound of her screams... well that was just it. The camel clutch choke didn't really allow for much screaming.

If it wasn't for that annoying little fact, the moment would have been perfect. And Elinor wanted Sheila's submission to be perfect. For that reason she almost felt inclined to thank the Aussie. If it wasn't for her defiance and stubborn pride, she might have actually passed out by now and deprived Elinor of her perfect submission.

"Thatta girl!" Elinor encouraged her opponent's defiance as she leaned even further back into the hold, going so far back that her head hovered above the mat between Sheila's legs. She wanted Sheila to endure every waking moment her stubbornness afforded her, right up until the very last second. Elinor knew that if it was her, she'd wear whatever damage incurred like a badge of honor if it meant she resisted yielding. It was only fair that her opponent be given the same opportunity.

But as the German leaned forwards and over Sheila's face, and notice the hazy-eyed stare indicative of a woman on the verge of unconsciousness, she knew that Sheila was much closer to passing out than breaking. Of course, that wouldn't necessarily stop her from continuing on, but snapping an unconscious body in two wasn't nearly as picturesque by her standards.

god, she was so hot right now.

Elinor dropped the camel clutch soon after, letting Sheila plop to the mat below as she threw the garment off to the side. Her hand then curled underneath Sheila's torso, cupping around her breasts. The grip would allow her to lean back again and peel Sheila off the mat with a weaker breast-hold variation of a camel clutch, one meant to degrade as opposed to destroy what was left of the woman.

"I knew you could hold on a little longer" Elinor groped the orbs between her harsh fingers, her thumb tracing circles around the woman's dark areolas while occasionally flicking the protruding nubs that marked their center. "And I'm soo glad you did, because we're not even at the best part yet." Salacious undertones marked her voice as her lips moved in for the kill, planting themselves right on the back of Sheila's neck before greedily working their way down her jawline with hungry kisses. Her tongue trailed behind with every kiss, marking her territory with a wet delineation.

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