Blitzkrieg! Sheila Morgan vs. Elinor Klügmann

[BlackAkuma]

Getting knocked out could be a terrifying thing for most, and it had been for Sheila the first time it happened. Somebody - couldn't remember who, didn’t matter - used a garden hose to choke her out, and she distinctly recalled the fear of it, the sudden way her world faded, and then just…out. Time seemed to fade into nothing, and when she woke up, there were two or three seconds were she didn’t know where she was, her name or anything. It was like her brain did a hard restart.

Of course, that was just in the early days of her promotion. Since then, she’d been choked out more times than she cared to count, put to sleep on a bi-weekly basis. She thought she was used to it, that it couldn't bother her anymore. It was just like going to sleep, right?

And here came Elinor to show her just how wrong she could be.

There was no peaceful slip off with her. Maybe it was just because of the way she was doing it, but Sheila kept teetering close to the verge, coming near the point of blanking out only to be cruelly dragged away at the last second. She would come back each time, sputtering, only to be dragged further in, falling further down the hole with every tug. Close, so close to fading, like a yo-yo. All she wanted was for it to stop, and just when it seemed like that was the case…

Sheila let out a long, tortured gasp as her lungs refilled. Taking back in lungfuls of precious oxygen. Spots dotted her vision, dispersing as she blinked, and her world came back with a slow focus. She could hear Elinor talking, but she couldn't make out the words.

Not that she needed to, really. The tone said it all.

Her suspicions were confirmed a moment later, when she felt a pair of rough, groping hands at her breast.

Sheila had the sudden preference to be bent into a pretzel. Pain was an old friend, she knew how to deal with that. Pleasure, too. But both at the same time, and turned against her? That was a new, raw feeling, and her body wasn’t sure how to handle it, let alone her mind. She bit her lips hard, fighting back the instinct to moan, knowing that it would give Elinor what she was craving, but there was no way to hide the other telltale signs - the quickening breath, the stiffening nipples, the racing heart.

”Get. Off.” She opened her mouth just long enough to spin out a few words, lacing her voice with venom to hide the lust. ”Now.”

[Baddie]

Defeat really did make for the most intoxicating of elixirs.

Not your own of course, but an opponent's? Nothing was quite as sweet. Elinor had already gotten her first taste with that ravaging kiss deep inside of Sheila. But rather than quench her thirst, it only left her hungry for true dominion over her opponent, of which her body would serve as an appropriate appetizer. Her tongue relished every lick, spoiling itself on the wasted sweat spent seething down the side of Sheila's neck. her fingers aided the senses with a tactile confirmation of Sheila's arousal, as they confidently coaxed the woman's nipples to the desired firmness.

Elinor wouldn't even try to hid her lust. Every time she picked up her lips to move onto the next spot on Sheila's neck, she moaned. An unfiltered auditory response to the German's satisfaction not with taste of her opponent's skin, as sweet as that was, but rather the taste of her impending defeat. The fact that Sheila had been brought to such lows by the German's own hands, and the fact that Elinor was capable of bringing her much lower still. Elinor couldn't help but be aroused by her own dominance, so much so, a small wet spot began to form on her panties, sticking to the point of contact on Sheila's back as her mouth continued the rewarding work of feasting on her rival's anguish.

For her part, the Australian was trying desperately to hid her distress, but there was no fooling Elinor. When it came to ruthlessness, she had practiced it in spades far before her entry into LAW, but she was still a debutant, and relatively new to conquering a woman in such a manner. luckily pure instinct was enough to fill in the gaps left by her lack of experience, allowing her fingers and mouth to function as if they had conquered a thousand women before her. The way Sheila's nipples reacted to her touch, how her breasts conformed willingly to her grip, how her chest heaved with heightened anticipation - Sheila's body was enjoying this, even if her mind denied the notion.

And Sheila's words weren't even close to convincing Elinor otherwise. "Is that really what you want Sheila? Do you want me to stop?" Elinor lifted her lips from Sheila's neck in order to whisper the words into her ears, her fingers simultaneously pinching and pulling Sheila's nipples with punishing pressure. "Because you're going to have to try alot harder than that. In fact... you're going to have to beg!"

Elinor's assault would transform into the much more familiar and aggressive form as soon as the words left her mouth. The German was making her way up to her feet, and dragging Sheila up along with her by her breasts. She didn't have any intention of staying up for long though, because as soon as Sheila was up on wobbly knees, Elinor threw her leg high above her head and hooked the limb around her neck. Her other leg would pop off the mat and wrap itself around Sheila's calf, forcing the Australian to bear Elinor's weight on her back while the cruel magnate set about attempting to wrench control of her arm, pulling it gruesomely against it's natural position in her socket.

What little energy the blonde may have managed to regain on the mat would be immediately put to the test, as it was now only a question of how long Sheila could last on her feet. Not that it mattered, since Elinor's grueling Kimura Lock finisher would follow Sheila's to the canvas as soon as the load became too much to bear!

The Executive Treatment

[BlackAkuma]

Seething. Yes, seething was about the right word for the way Sheila felt right now. The only one that came to mind.

This was far from the first time she’d been laid out in a fight. She got her ass kicked all the time, really, by all sorts of people from all over Oceania. She was good, sure, one of the best in her promotions, but it was just the hard fact of what she did. Arse-whippings came with the territory, and this wasn’t even the most brutal affair of her life. She’d been broken and bloodied before. She’d been nearly snapped in half. She’d been run over, mauled, battered and shattered. Sheila had endured it all, taken as much punishment as a human could and still come out walking.

But this was new. This was worse. This was a fucking prick using her body like a sex toy, playing with her like a spider on the web. She could feel the wetness between Elinor’s thighs, a clear sign that this wasn’t just for - the bitch was really and truly getting off on this. Twisting the knife for her own pleasure. She was so practiced at it, so clinical and calm, that Sheila couldn't shake the distinct impression that she’d done this to someone else. Someone had shared in this fate. She wasn’t sure if that made what happened to her better or worse.

And there wasn’t a damn thing Sheila could do about it. ”Fucking…” She hissed through her clenched teeth as Elinor tweaked her nipple, sending another blast of pleasurable pain through her body. ”Fucking…hate you…fucker…”

But the worst thing was knowing that it would be over soon, that Elinor would grow tired of the game, and whatever came next would be so much more painful. It was the guillotine hanging over Sheila’s head, and when the German brought her close and spat that venom in her ear, she knew it was about to drop.

Sheila put up a weak struggle as the woman hoisted her up, writhed around, but it was an inconvenience for Elinor at best. She couldn't stop her from forcing her up, couldn't stop her from seizing the arm, couldn't stop her from wrapping her head up with devastating legs. She was able to stand at first, taking a couple of wobbling steps towards the ropes, while the crowd cheered her on. No, that wouldn’t cause a break, but she could use them for leverage to stay standing, maybe even whip Elinor off. It was worth a shot, the only one she had.

One step. Two. Three. Wobbling legs, wobbling legs, but she was so close. She reached out with withering, wiggling fingers, as if her arms might grow twice as long and grasp the ropes.

It didn’t happen. It all proved too much for her body to handle - she went down, and her chances of winning this match plummeted with her.

Sheila hit the mat and thrashed about like she was caught in a bear trap. She might as well have been, she couldn't imagine that hurting all that much worse. Kicking, shrieking, whipping her head around, she tried to deny the pain, but there was no ignoring the tearing sensations coming from her arm. She’d been here before, she knew what was on the verge of happening and how bad it could be. Elinor could rip her arm clear out of the socket, the sort of injury that would put her on the shelf for who knew how long. It would kill her LAW career in the crib.

Was it worth it? She’d submitted before. Not often, but even she wasn’t crazy enough to sacrifice her livelihood. You had to know when to fold.

But to her? To Elinor?

The debate raged in Sheila’s head for several agonizing second, before it all grew too much to bear. She could feel things tearing. This was it. This was the edge.

”I give!” She broke into a tapping fury, slapping the mat, Elinor’s leg, anything she could reach. ”I give, I submit, fucking hell, let go-”

[Baddie]

Having managed to wrap herself around her ailing opponent, all Elinor had to do was tighten her limbs and squeeze. Like a snake coiled around it's prey, the pressure would come in rounds, witch each successive wave clinging her even tighter onto her opponent. The guillotine choke encompassed Sheila's head completely, her leg warped around the woman's calf as she stumbled aimlessly around the ring.

Oh. She wasn't staggering aimlessly, she was actually trying to make it towards the ropes! As if there was relief to be found there. Elinor laughed, an exaggerated raspy howl and she pulled the arm tighter to her chest, enjoying every twitch of Sheila' spasming muscles as they reverberated against the German's bare features. "Good! Hate me! I wouldn't want it any other way!" Elinor chided with each painful step Sheila took towards the ropes.

Finally, the inevitable happened. Sheila collapsed to the canvas, allowing Elinor to morph her finisher into it's grounded form. Her legs were interwoven tight around Sheila's neck and abdomen, looping between her legs for an all encompassing torque of her opponent's body. With Sheila's arm tight against her chest, Elinor slammed her back into the canvas, continuously applying pressure easily capable of permanent damage.

Then it came, the trifecta she'd been waiting for all along. The writhing sight of her defeated prey, her muscles going flaccid after each one seized up in surrender, and yes-the final cry of submission that sent waves of bliss reverberating through her core and between her legs.

"No..."

The word slid effortlessly through Elinor's mouth as if they had been her intention all along. Muffled between grit teeth, the simple word would be audible only for Sheila to hear. Unware of the submissions denial, the ref rushed in soon after, the look of relief on their face immediately wiped clean by Elinor's murderous stare.

"I SAID... NO!" Elinor yelled, this time loud enough to be echoed by every microphone in the speaker. The crowd gasped with equal layers of shock and disapproval, the clamor in the arena at it's largest extent yet as Elinor refused to relinquish the hold. The referee stopped dead in their tracks, left with no choice but to let Elinor proceed. She felt her victim's tendons unraveling, could hear the tearing of the very fibers that held them together. Elinor was unsure herself as to why she was willing to go to such lengths to dismantle her opponent when all the conditions for Sheila's demise had been met.

Then it hit her. She wasn't satisfied. While her ambition may been appeased, Her body hungered for more. She knew that even after reaching the pinnacle of her business ventures, it was never truly enough. The was always more wealth to be gained, and more to take from others. And now that she was in the ring, there was nothing stopping her from getting it.

Elinor loosened the pressure on Sheila's arm, not out mercy, but simply to ease her transition into the move that would finally help her achieve this apex. She bucked Sheila forwards onto her stomach, the silver-haired woman's legs unraveling in the process only to find a new home wrapped around the blonde's torso. Reaching down with her free hand, Elinor began fumbling with her own panties, hyperventilating as her uncontrollable lust began to take it's toll. Eventually she tore the garment free from her hips all together, throwing the tattered shreds into the shocked hands of the nearby ref. She had stripped herself completely nude except for her leggings and arm bands, and without a shred of humility to show for it.

With one of Sheila's wrists already in Elinor's grasp, and her legs wrapped tight around her body, the Aussie would be left trapped throughout the whole ordeal. Eventually Elinore would seize control of her opponent's other wrist, forcing her arm to stretch near perpendicular against the rest of her body. The German than locked her legs together by the ankles, sliding forwards until Sheila's face was rammed deep into her bare crotch. The collision sent waves of ecstasy down her spine.

"Do it...DO IT! eat me out bitch! Eat me out out like your life depends on it!" Elinor wrenched the double wristlock tight against Sheila's shoulders to emphasize her demands. "If that mouth of yours does anything except suck me dry, I'll be ending more than just your career tonight!" Elinor simply frothed at the mouth with lust, her pussy pulsating wildly against Sheila's face as her primal instincts demanded satisfaction in the cruelest way she knew how!

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

They were done. Finally, they were done. Sheila’s brain was running wild with so many things at the moment. There was shame, yes, at how her debut had gone. She’d given it all, she could be proud of that, but losing and losing like this was something she couldn't have imagined. All her friends were watching this back home, expecting her to kick it off in the big time. She’d made it, this was her time in the spotlight, and it had devolved into this. Screaming and tapping under some crazy German bitch.

She was already thinking about all the ways she was going to get this woman back, trying to figure out how she could even the scales, but for now, she didn’t even care. She was tapping, she was done. She just wanted to go home, crawl into her bed, and spend the next week remembering how to walk.

There was just one problem with that: The bell wasn’t ringing. Why wasn’t the bell ringing?

It took a moment for reality to set in, and when it did, it came down hard. She had submitted, yes, but that didn’t mean anything by itself. She needed Elinor’s permission. Elinor, the woman who’d spent the past ten minutes dismantling her. Elinor, the woman who was making her into a living dildo. Elinor, the woman who clearly got her rocks off breaking her in half.

She was fucked. She was utterly fucked. She didn’t need verbal confirmation of that fact, but she got it, anyway, as the bitch denied her request and kept pouring her pressure on, taking her to the very edge. ”Goddamn it, you skeezy fuck!” Sheila hammered her fist against the floor. ”I give! I give! Fucking cunt, what do you-”

The answer to the unfinished question would be coming soon enough, as Elinor switched up holds and laid her up on her stomach. Sheila looked up, confused, as she moved onto a different move, one that she didn’t recognize - a reverse straightjacket? A reverse full nelson? It hurt, sure, but there were worse things that she could put her in. It wasn’t even worse than the last hold. So why bother?

And then the panties came off and the light clicked on. ”You’ve got to be kidding-”

Elinor’s fanny came forward and put an end to her protests, filling her mouth with flesh. She could still breathe through her nose, but that was a mixed blessing, with every breath she took bringing in more of the German’s dominating musk. Given what she’d taken on her own pussy a few minutes ago, it was a ballsy move, but the threat spoke for itself. Her arm was already on the verge, indescribable pain, and even this hold was more than she could take.

There was nothing she could do. Nothing, save for one thing.

A moment of hesitation passed, the longest two seconds of Sheila’s life. Then, with a glare that could melt glaciers, Sheila went to work on Elinor’s pussy, lapping away with a wild tongue and growling her hatred out the whole time.

[Baddie]

For a second there, Elinor didn't know if her opponent was going to comply. Sheila simply stared up at her, with her nose buried between her folds, and her eyes tunneling into her with a hatred no words could describe. Elinor was perfectly aware how precarious a position she had placed her pussy in, especially after the treatment she had given Sheila's snatch not too long ago. But the German meant every word of her threat. If Sheila attempted anything of the sort, this ring was going to turn into a crime scene. The audience knew it too, and an eerie stillness paralyzed the arena as the crowd held their breath.

"Mmmh - ahhh!" Elinor's moans finally broke the silence. Sheila had given in completely, thrashing her tongue wildly between the crevices of her captor's pussy and probing the flesh within. It was every bit as euphoric as Elinor had imagined. Sheila's tongue dug deep within her, slashing wildly as if to maim her, but only managing to please her to unimaginable lengths. Elinor slumped forward, moans continued to dribble out from between her lips.

Only in the ring could Elinor find rapture as sweet at this. Each stab of Sheila's tongue brought Elinor closer to her defeated opponent. She could feel the despisement with every twirl, the disgust with ever twist, the desperation with every lick. Elinor loved Sheila's hate. She lived for it, rode it to the very limits of the extreme. "Mmmmhhhhh...aaah,aaaaah!" Elinor shuddered, unable to maintain her cold, cruel disposition any longer.

Nectar would dribble out freely from between her folds, it's bitterness left with no place to seep into other than Sheila's unwilling mouth. "Yes...yes - C'mon bitch! Take it - Take it all!" Elinor moaned, her body rocking forward in order to force Sheila to take in as much of her juices as possible. Her knuckles would whiten as her grip on Sheila's wrist tightened, unintentionally bending the poor girl's arms even closer together as the silver-haired victor tried to hold herself steady.

"GAAGH-mmmmGHAA!...ahhh" Elinor roared, her back arching sharply backwards as her pelvis thrust even deeper into Sheila's face. A cascade of juices gushed from Elinor's womanhood, squirting it's contents onto Sheila's unwilling face. Elinor's body would continuously seize and spasm as more cum basked the blonde's features. Without a doubt, Elinor could confidently declare that it was the most powerful climax she had ever experienced.

Elinor could barely control her senses, but once she summoned the wherewithal to speak, she finally glared downwards to view her opponent's cum-coated face. "Say it... I need to hear you say it again. Say you submit!" Elinor croaked, out of breath from her orgasm. She cranked the double Fujiwara armbar back to it's fullest extent, not content with letting her opponent go until she had cemented her shame with yet another verbal submission.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila had a feeling that her talented tongue would come into use sooner or later in LAW, and she’d been prepared for the inevitability. Hell, she was looking forward to it. Her girlfriends all raved about how good she was when the occasion called for it, and she knew that her experience would come in hand when she was dumped into a hentai match. Hell, she was looking forward to it having her hentai cherry popped. It wasn’t the main reason she’d crossed the ocean, but it was a factor.

Just not like this. Fuck.

The pain drove her enthusiasm, along with the dire, burning need to just have this over and done with as soon as possible. She did it and did it well, and if the response she received was anything to go by, Elinor was getting the result she wanted - but then, the German was so amped up that a wet feather probably couldn't set her on fire.

If Sheila’s mouth hadn't been full of her pussy, if her arms weren’t being torn clean off her shoulders, if she wasn’t being forced to serve the most loathsome woman she’d ever met, then she might’ve been able to laugh at the display. Elinor was consumed by lust, devoured by it, driven into a wild frenzy. If it wasn’t for the occasional blubbering word that came out of her mouth, she wouldn't have even sounded human. She was possessed, driven beyond all reason, and all Sheila could do was ride out the madness and hope that the climax cooled her back down to sanity.

After a minute that felt like a day, Elinor finally, finally came, rammed a fresh batch down Sheila’s throat and giving her a wretched taste that would be lingering for weeks, if not the rest of the year. It wasn’t anything she was unused to, though, not her first time - but that sound. That triumphant voice, that pleasure coming through with that accent. That was going to haunt her for years, and she wasn’t looking forward to the nightmares she’d get from it.

It was hurried, it was vile, but it was over - or, at least, it was supposed to be. That was the worst thing about this waking nightmare, the way it kept going, stretching on into something worse every time she thought it reached the peak.

Sheila panted hard as her arms were brought to the edge again, with Elinor trying to squeeze one more bit of shame out of her, as if everything else wasn’t enough. She just had to put the cherry on top, and she wasn’t in a position to stop the crazy bitch. ”Fuck, fine, I submit!” She’d already crossed the line as far as humiliation wth, her face was caked with Elinor’s juices. What was one more indignity, at this point? ”I give, you win, just let me go!”

Coughing and sputtering, she spat out to the side, trying to get as much of Elinor out of her mouth as she could.

[Baddie]

Was it crazy to think that Elinor found the second submission almost as pleasurable as the fuckfest itself? The words of defeat forced a hushed sigh through her lips, and a warm tingling sensation through her skin. She shivered, overcome by the sheer prowess she had displayed tonight, and even more so by her opponent's admission of it.

Finally, Elinor would release the arms in her grasp, letting the limbs flop uselessly to the mat. She unraveled her legs from Sheila's back and gripped onto her blonde hair, using the woman's face to wipe the excess cum from her still dripping pussy in yet another show of dominance. "Damn right I win. Always have, always will." Elinor attested before finally releasing Sheila altogether.

Elinor placed her hand on Sheila's back and pushed down to elevate herself onto her feet. Only then would the bell be rung, followed soon after by a mixed cascade of cheers and boos. The crowd didn't know what to make of the victor. The degenerates among them relished in Elinor's win, while those hoping for the Australian to make a miraculous comeback were sadly disappointed.

A harsh stomp would land in the center of Sheila's spine, before grinding itself downwards until Elinor's foot had been firmly anchored into her opponent's back. Though the move was expressly illegal given the match was now definitively over, the ref was powerless to stop her, and besides, Elinor had given Sheila the courtesy of not stomping into her ribcage, so at least she had that to thank her for. Everything else however, not so much.

With her foot planted on Sheila back, Elinor raised both her fists in triumph and basked in the crowds roars. Though their reaction was mixed, all the attention was on the German Magnate, and that's what mattered most. All publicity was good publicity after all. She motioned for the microphone, intent on riding out this moment for all it was worth.

"Was this not the greatest debut you've ever seen!?" Elinor's voice boomed over the speakers, her nude form swiveling in place as she addressed the entire arena. The crowd's reaction seemed to be in overwhelming agreement. "Let this be a lesson to all future challengers. You step in the ring with me, you get FUCKED!" The literal connotations of her threat weren't lost on the audience as they cheered on the assertion.

"Unless you want to end up like this bitch here-" Elinor dug her heel deeper into Sheila's back for emphasis, "-Broken and used, then think twice about facing me. Because I am the best, and I contend only with the best." Her thumb jabbed into her chest as she spoke, her accent providing for a stereotypically villainous tone. "And Ms. Morgan here, doesn't...even...come....CLOSE!" The naysayers in the crowd quickly overwhelmed the fans Elinor had managed to acquire, clearly incensed that the German didn't honor the brave fight Sheila's had put up.

She offered only a snicker as she ended her speech with a round of hollers and chants. Maybe now they'd let her skip a few rungs of the ladder, let her face some more established names instead of another fresh face like Sheila.

A familiar sight stood waiting for her by one of the ring corners: Heidi, with a visibly flustered expression her face, and a silk robe in hand ready to cover up her indecent boss. A relieved smile formed on Elinor's face, but she was quick to dismiss it. Best not to let the underlings think you're too fond of them.

Her foot lifted off of Sheila's back as she made her to the corner, a pained expression on her face with every step. The mix of lust and adrenaline had been enough to drown out most of the injuries she had incurred throughout this match, but now that both were wearing off, Elinor was quickly beginning to experience the effects of the worthy fight Sheila had given her. Not that she would ever admit it of course.

"Oh Ms. Klügmann - that was...that was... soo hot - I mean, uh - outstanding, absolutely peak performance!" Heidi mumbled, her eyes averted so as not to witness her nude boss, even though thousands of others were currently enjoying that pleasure. "Already subscriptions to Amazoness Fitness have been climbing up through the roof! I figure with a few matches like these, we can - "

"Shut up Heidi!... I mean, later. Just... put that on me, and call ahead to get the sauna warmed up. Lord knows I need it" Elinor said tiredly. Her secretary nodded, still averting her gaze as she opened up the middle ropes for her grand exit while Elinor slipped into the robe. The crew of emergency and medical personnel that rushed in soon after were but an afterthought to the German as she prepared to leave the arena not as a rookie, but as a conqueror.

[BlackAkuma]

Once again, the worst part was the suspense, not knowing what was coming next, the inkling that Elinor might find some other way to drag this hell out. It seemed inconceivable - she was beaten, broken, and covered in this woman’s juices. The only way she could imagine it getting was if the German took this to certain places that even LAW didn’t allow in their matches, unspeakable things that would never grace a television screen.

But no, this time it was the real thing, the actual release. Elinor let her go and Sheila curled up on instinct, her body wanting nothing more than to go into the fetal position. Her arms were the worst, but everything hurt. She was a ball of pain, so consumed with it all over that she couldn't tell where it began and where it ended, with each section having its own, unique agony. Her back was a hobble mess, her legs were aching and cramping, her arms felt like they were one good tug away from coming off her body, her crotch still stung from the mauling, her jaw was off thanks to getting rammed into Elinor’s pussy, and her head had the worst migraine she’d ever experienced. Probably a concussion, with her luck.

But that was all surface stuff. That, she could bounce back from. Underneath, things were worse, and they weren’t about to improve.

It wasn’t that Elinor chose to put a bow on it that pissed Sheila off. That, she could get behind. Hell, if she’d won, she would’ve been making a similar speech. It was a debut, you wanted to let the whole world know who you were and what you were about. In a place like LAW, with so many big names all coming and going, you either stuck out or you faded into the background. Wrestling was 50% perception. She got it.

What really, really stuck in her craw was the way Elinor dismissed her. Win or lose, she’d just dragged this bitch through hell. She’d given as good as she got. Elinor was bigger and stronger, but she’d still managed to drop her half the time, and she came close to sealing the deal. Sheila could’ve broken this bitch, and her she was, acting like this was the easiest win she could’ve asked for, like it had been a one-sided squash against some no-name loser.

Fuck that. Fuck her.

Elinor finished putting herself over and made her way out of the ring, as a slew of medics came running down the ramp. Sheila had been in this situation enough times to know the proper procedure - lie still, go limp, let them do their thing. The important thing was not making any of the damage worse by accident. Just rest and relax.

But as they pulled the stretcher in and began tending to her, she saw Elinor making her way up the ramp. Saw the way she was moving, limping her way to the back. Saw the discarded microphone nearby.

She didn’t even have to think about what came next. She reached out and grabbed it as she laid on her stomach, peering across the arena with one eye, the other too caked with blood and juices to open. ”Elinor!” Her voice echoed throughout the arena, as she worked her way up on one elbow. ”Elinor, look at me! Look at me, bitch!” She spat to the side, then brought her focus. ”I am going to pay you back for this. You hear me? I don’t know how, I don’t know when, but dead cert, there’s a day coming when you’ll wish you’d never fucking met me, and it’s coming soon. Just wait. Just fucking wait!”

She would’ve said a lot more, too, but the officials wrestled the microphone away from her and forced her to go back down, needing her to settle. Sheila went along with them as best as she could, but her gaze stayed locked on the ramp until Elinor was out of sight. It wasn’t just for intimidation, either - she wanted that image burned into her brain, a vision that would last even when they finally sedated her.

[Baddie]

Elinor felt complete. A shattered opponent, a 'W' now on her record, a freshly licked pussy - she had achieved everything she had set out to accomplish for her debut, and then some. Nothing could ruin this moment, nothing could deprive her of her glory, nothing except the raspy voice of her still breathing opponent.

The German had just slipped out from between the ropes and was hobbling her way down the metal steps when she heard the voice. It was her name being called out, with venom dripping from every syllable. She paused, her back turned to the ring, muscles tightened in preparation for the very unlikely scenario that this fight wasn't over yet.

A few moments of silence transpired. Elinor dismissed Sheila's outcry as the shambles of an utterly broken woman. She continued her way up the ramp, leaning on Heidi's shoulders to alleviate the limp in her leg when once again, a shrill voice demanded she look at her. With a burst of rage, Elinor pushed Heidi to the side, spinning on her heels as she turned to face the ring. "I swear, if this cunt has any more wisecracks...." Elinor mumbled to herself. What did this bitch want?

Sheila was visible through the swarm of medics that surrounded her, the damage that had been inflicted on her visible even from this distance. Elinor listened to the woman's challenge with uncontainable rage, her fingers curling into fists by her side. "Why don't I do you one better, and finish you off right FUCKING NOW!" The German bellowed. She was making her back to the ring now, spawning a rush of security guards to block her path. She tried muscling her way through them, only managing to shove an accursed finger in Sheila's direction.

"If I ever see your face again, it's over bitch - I'll break every bone in your body, I'll fuck you until you can't walk again, I'll...I'll - Get your fucking hands off of me!" The commotion on the ramps began to take a dangerous turn as Elinor began brawling with the security guards! Even with all her aches and pains, it required half a dozen guards to subdue her.

"Ms. Klügmann please-"

"You want more? Fine! I'll be waiting bitch! It's your fucking funeral anyways, you stupid, fucking, slutty piece of - URRGH I SAID GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" Another two guards grabbed onto Elinor's arms dragging the feral woman away from the ring.

The fact that Sheila thought she had a chance at getting back at Elinor, despite the vicious beating she had just endured, was in alot of ways far worse than any bruise or insult that had been hurled her way. It showed that Sheila wasn't scared, that Elinor had succeeded only in submitting her body, but failed in subduing her willpower. It was more than enough to make Elinor want to renter the ring, to do whatever it took to instill that fear, even if it meant taking this match to levels neither seen or allowed in LAW.

Luckily for all involved, Elinor wouldn't be given the chance. She kicked and screamed as she was dragged up the ramp, foam forming at the mouth as she became physically unable to contain her rage. Sheila had spoiled what was otherwise a perfect victory. Rather than bow down and accept that Elinor was her superior, Sheila had the gall to seek revenge. How could the German possible hope to excel to the top when even the supposed "stepping stones" of her career had the guts to fight back?

That was the question Elinor was left to fume on as she was dragged out of sight of the frantic crowd and probing cameras and into the backstage confines of the arena. Heidi shuffled frantically behind, unsure if now would be the best time to remind her boss that she was still the greatest.

Surely that would calm her down, right?



Winner via Accepted Verbal Submission: Elinor Klügmann