Do Not Disturb: Elinor Klügmann vs. Sheila Morgan II

[Baddie]

A howling, shrieking cry of pain overshadowed Sheila's incessant taunting, one spurred on by the sudden shift of pressure on her neck. Sheila's muscled arm coiled around Elinor's throat before tucking against her chin, pushing her neck back until the top of her head met the tip of her spine. While she wasn't entirely cut off from her oxygen supply, only small gusts of air were able to make their way through her constricted throat, enough to keep her conscious and aware of her humiliation.

Elinor's survival instincts flared up again. The asphyxiation sent her senses ablaze, making each pump of Sheila's heel into her womanhood even more unbearable. That was until she felt her opponent's fingers slip between her cleavage, and grip her vulnerable breast.

The magnate thought Sheila's voice was the worst part about all of this. She was wrong. It was her touch. Soft, gentle, warm. It had all the traits one would expected from a practiced lover, yet it came from someone she loathed beyond comprehension. It had never dawned on her before, but to be loved by someone you hate was far more cruel a fate than to be ravaged. It took several seconds of her breasts being gently sculpted between Sheila's fingertips for Elinor to finally become cognizant of this fact, and when she did, she actually began to fear Sheila for the very first time.

Hyperventilation was the next stage in her body's fight for survival, though her constricted throat would make the process a grueling one. She strained her head against the bludgeoning pressure of the dragon sleeper, sucking in gulps of air between the moans of pleasure and despair. Sheila's hands and feet worked in tandem to override her senses. Fingers plucking her erect nipple, toes probing her sopping sex, heel caressing her exposed clit. More moans, more gulps of air to calm the senses. But nothing could calm the raging wave swelling up inside of her.

"Grrgghaagh.... mmhph-huh....GGGGGraaaaaaaaagh!" choked as her body was forced to relinquish it's dignity. Elinor's back arched against the sleeper hold before buckling beneath the pressured of an explosive orgasm. A fountain of juices gushed from her womanhood, her wet panties too drenched to absorb the streams of nectar that driveled down between her thighs. Asphyxiated by the unrelenting hold, Elinor's body was unable to take in the air it desperately needed to contain such an orgasm, leaving her body to flop into a fit of spasms. The warm nectar seeped through her dark panties, lathering Sheila's foot in cream colored cum that drooled between her toes and all the way down into the carpet below.

Elinor's eyes swelled up as she tried to deny the undeniable, to focus on winning back her freedom and punishing Sheila for what she had just done to her. Her hands clawed at Sheila's arms, trying to loosen their vice-like grip, but the pleasure was simply insurmountable. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head while her arms hung limp, loud huffs and puffs of air continuing to fuel her consciousness all throughout the rise and fall of the mind-numbing orgasm.

[BlackAkuma]

”That’s it…” Sheila hissed through her teeth and seethed as she continued to work Elinor’s body like a fine instrument. ”Just let it go. Ride the lightning.”

It was hard to believe that Sheila could be in this position with Elinor, that she could get her down and subdue her and get this kind of reaction. She’d gone back and watched their last match a couple of times - something she’d never bothered to do before - and each time, she was always amazed by the power this woman could pack into her body, the raw damage she was capable of, the way she’d flung her around the ring and slammed her and, above all else, kept coming and coming and coming, no matter the damage she dealt. The German was a freak of nature.

But she had her. She had her.

Sheila clamped down even harder as this hulkette of a woman thrashed in her grasp, twisting this way and that, defiant to the end, but it was all just reflex and they both knew it. She was getting out of this and they both knew it - there was no escaping this grip, and it was only a matter of time before the dam broke. She could feel the signs, see the sweat, hear the way she moaned and groaned, and sure enough, the wetness came soon after.

And when Elinor came, she came. Even with her grip, Sheila nearly lost control of the woman as she went into a spastic fit, thrashing about as a fountain came spewing forth between her legs. The hot liquid ran down her legs and the heady scent of sex filled the room, mixing with her own aroma from minutes before.

The German fought, she writhed, she struggled, but she was a slave to her own body - her arms went limp and the river flowed, pooling between her legs and stained the carpet. Done.

Sheila gave her opponent a few rough squeezes, just to make sure, before she let go of the hold and let her flop to the floor, leaving her to lay there in a lifeless heap. Much as she knew the smart thing was to keep up the onslaught, the Aussie Ace couldn't resist the urge to bask in her glory, if only for a moment - she reached down between Elinor’s legs, swiped some nectar on her fingers, ran them across her lips, the rammed her mouth into the German’s, gripping her hair tight as she forced a kiss and shared the taste. She held it for a few moments, making sure Elinor got all of it on her taste buds, before she pulled away and gazed down at her with a manic glare.

”What’s wrong, Ellie?” She pressed their foreheads together. ”Not as good as the last orgasm I gave you, eh? Doesn’t stack up?”

[Baddie]

When the conditions of this match had first been relayed in their fateful encounter in the office, Elinor remember being a little disappointed that there wouldn't be anyone to witness the systemic dismantling of her rival once and for all. Now, as she lay in a puddle of her own cum and shame, Elinor was acutely grateful for that stipulation. It wasn't so much the scores of hollering and jeering the German was thankful wasn't here tonight. The crowds deserved a show, and horny fans she could deal with in spades. It was Heidi that was first and foremost on her mind. If that girl ever saw her like this, saw how weak she had become, it would break her. It would break them both.

Elinor's nails dug into the cum stained carpet, gripping onto the patterned strands with rage and fury. They agreed they were going to ride this out until the very end, a promise that Elinor was dead serious about. Only one of them was going to walk out of this room in tact. A mental scene flashed in the back of Elinor's mind, one where Heidi wept over her broken body on this very carpet. She dismissed the intrusive thought with a distressed gasp. No matter what, the German would never let such a possibility unfold.

And yet the only woman capable of turning such a nightmare into reality leaned right above her. Elinor's tits felt numb as Sheila groped them past their due, but it was her pussy that offered the most noticeable response to her opponent's touch. Her pink, swollen clit twitched as it was aroused by Sheila's fleeting fingertips, one that extracted an ample sample of her nectar before disappearing into the Aussie's mouth.

A taste originating from inside her yet still entirely unwelcome soon seeped into her own mouth as Sheila forced another kiss. Elinor could only gasp as her senses were overcome by her own taste, a sorrow sweetness tainted with the bitterness of their battle. But it was Sheila's glare that felt the most violating. Looming eyes mocked the once proud and powerful body of the German. An urge to fight still burned within the Elinor, but that look from Sheila was almost enough to stamp it out. Almost...

Elinor held in a wince as Sheila came into unwanted proximity. She tried to summon enough spit to hurl into that woman's face, but the rough kissing had deprived her of the necessary moisture. Hate would have to take on the form of words instead. "I nearly ripped your arms off during the last orgasm you gave me" Elinor hissed between breaths. The thought of Elinor taking advantage of Sheila in the double Fujiwara Armbar from their first encounter was a reinvigorating memory in light of all her recent pain. "Don't worry bitch... tonight I'll be finishing the job"

With a sudden jerk, Elinor heaved her head back as far as Sheila's grip would allow. A whole new realm of opportunities suddenly presented themselves, but if successful, Elinor would take advantage of the most immediate one by ramming forward in the opposite direction, attempting to hurl forwards with a headbutt right into her opponent's exposed nose!

[BlackAkuma]

There it was. There was the look. The look.

She’d seen flashes of it when she’d dropped Heidi, and while she was sure that Elinor had been wearing it since this fight started, it had been such a whirlwind that she couldn't get a good look at it. Everything was too fast, too insane to get a solid view of it.

But as she mounted Elinor and gazed into that hardened face of hers, she could see it clear - the revulsion, the disgust, the complete and seething hate. Sheila was on top, she was dominating, and it was driving the German batshit insane. That was what she’d come for, what she’d wanted out of this woman when she made this match happen, and she was only getting started.

Sheila licked her lips, taking in the last taste of Elinor, as she prepared to dish out even more punishment on the iron woman. Her first thought was getting her to the bathroom, seeing if there was some stuff in there she could get crazy with, but the first step would be getting her there at all. Dragging someone as solid as Elinor around wouldn’t be easy…

It turned out to be a moot point, anyway, as Elinor turned out to have just a bit more energy than Sheila had bargained for. She had just opened her mouth to throw a quick retort back at her opponent when the woman reared up and smacked their skulls together at high speed, taking out a page from her own book. The German had a good aim with it, too, landing flush on the nose and catapulting Sheila off.

The Wild One flopped away and wound up back in the wreckage of the decimated table, rolling around, wincing, eyes shut tight as she cradled her aching nose. It was either busted or broken - too early to tell for sure, but she could already smell the blood and feel the wetness, sure signs that it would be gushing soon enough.

It hurt. Felt like a bomb had gone off in her face. But she knew that there wouldn’t be any time to gathe her bearings - Elinor was already recovering, and she would have seconds, precious seconds, before the bulldozer was back on her path of destruction. She reached out and grabbed hold of a table, holding it for a weapon as she rolled over and began the increasingly arduous task of standing on two feet.

[Baddie]

Headbutts weren't exactly optimal on either end, but as Elinor rammed her head forward into the bridge of her opponent's nose, there was no dobuting which of the two ended up getting it worse. Elinor recoiled backward as she clutched her forehead, addressing the painful sting with a dismissive wince. Sheila on the other had been practically launched backwards into the pile of rubble, the damage on her face proving that Elinor had more than gotten her money's worth with the risky attack.

With a low murmur, Elinor quickly got up to her feet, wiping away the lingering taste of their kiss with the back of her hand before steadying herself on shaky legs. "Heh, what the fuck are you going to do with that?" the German growled, nodding her chin toward the tight grip Sheila had on the table. Her leg jutted forward with startling speed, heel smashing into Sheila's wrist in order to disarm her of any attempt to get back on her feet.

Her body begged her to stop moving, to take a moment to just breath. She had nearly been choked half to death, not to mention after suffering an exaughsting orgasm. But pushing back her sweat slicken hair revealed the fire in Elinor's eyes. It seemed her will to beat this bitch while she was still down was just that much stronger.

After Sheila flopped back down prone on the carpet, Elinor would immediately move in to loom overtop of her. Luckily her nose-shattering headbutt would afford her a few seconds to set up some payback. She reached down to grab control of both of Sheila's leg, crossing them over one another before placing her foot in-between them to trap them in place with a standing inverted Indian deathlock. Pivoting once more to face her opponent, Elinor would then grab onto both of Sheila's wrist, yanking her arms up and sharp against her back into a full modified surfboard stretch!


Her other foot would rest neatly on the center of Sheila's back, accentuating the steadily building pressure between Sheila's shoulder blades. " Who's gotchya now Sheila, huh? I DO! What, did you think I was joking when I said I'll rip your arms off? Are you calling me a LIER BITCH!?" A flurry of spittle short forth from Elinor's raging, unhinged, accented mouth. She dug her bare foot deeper inter Sheila's back, pulling the woman's arms further and further until her whole chest peeled off the carpet, spine arched to a painful degree.

Elinor had no idea how long she'd keep the hold for. A few seconds, minutes, all night long? Maybe until Sheila screamed, or begged, or passed out from the pain. As satisfying as that would be, none of it would get her closer to her goal of fucking this bitch beyond repair. After a few agonizing moments, Elinor finally lifted her foot away from her opponent's back, only to launch it forwards with devastating force into the back of Sheila's head for a monstrous curbstomp!

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

That was a good question, actually - what was Sheila going to do with that table leg? She didn’t have any solid plans, but now that the question was out there, she could come up with a few ideas, anything from smashing Elinor in the face to ramming it up certain orifices. The first step was getting a bead on the German, though, and she was having a hard time doing that with the whole world spinning and her balance off, and-

Oh. There she was.

”Fuck!” Sheila hissed out the words as Elinor came in and kicked it out of her hands, sending it skittering across the room. Knowing she needed a weapon, something to defend herself with, she reached out with scrambling hands, trying to find purchase on anything solid, but the search came to an end when she felt her legs being crossed and manipulated - Elinor was setting her up for something.

”Get off me, get the fuck off-“ Sheila’s ramblings devolved into shrieks as Elinor locked in the…what was this move’s name, again? Something fancy, something weird. She was having the hardest time recalling it at the moment, with all the blistering pain going through her legs. It was damn effective, keeping her trapped, and making it all too easy for the German bruiser to reach down and seize her arms.

The move would’ve been bad enough all by itself, but when Elinor’s bare foot planted in her spine, the pain grew to an exponential degree, worsening with each passing second as the heel dug into her back like a dagger. The pressure ramped up, worse and worse, with her limbs being taken to their absolute limit and beyond . Ligaments were straining, bones were cracking, and it felt as if the hellish heel could go straight through her body.

But worst of all? The talking. Elinor’s trash talk, raining down spit all over the back of her head. ”Eh, what’s wrong, Ellie? You’re mad?“ She inhaled, deep and quick, saving up enough air for another sentence. ”What, I’m not as good a kisser as Heid-“

Sheila’s lips were just making the moves for her last syllable when Elinor brought it all crashing down, ramming her upper body into the floor with full force, driving all of her weight behind it for a sickening crash. The impact would’ve been bad in a regular ring, but it was about as bad as taking a steel chair to the face on this unforgiving floor. The move laid her out, and left her lifeless for a few seconds, before a groan came out and her arms made slow, quivering movements.

[Baddie]

Scream, shout, silence - anything would have been better than listening to Sheila talk. Elinor had decided to pull out something a little more sophisticated for her next round of punishment, tugging on Sheila's limbs and stretching the girl's arms out to their limits, but even in the midst of all that, the blonde still found the energy to open her mouth and say the worst shit possible.

The curb stomp couldn't have come at a better time.

The whole floor rocked from the powerful impact. Elinor didn't even bother to survey the damage - Sheila's pathetic groans would suffice as evidence of her handiwork. Instead the German hobbled over to the nearby vanity table, slumping forwards as she looked herself up and down in the mirror with tired eyes. Her throat still had a red ring from where Sheila had just garroted her, not to mention the dark wet stain still evident on her crotch. The myriad of other bruises and scrapes spread evenly throughout the rest of her body help to complete the battered look.

"If you ever say her name again... I'll kill you" Elinor mumbled into the mirror, her amber eyes squinting into a much more beady form as they stared back at Sheila's body through the reflection. Her hoarse voice did little to mask the serious undertones of her threat.

She spun back around, marching right back to her opponent's slow, crawling form. Elinor tried to stamp out the remainder of her opponent's resistance with a viscous stomp to the back. A few seconds transpired before she launched another one into the base of her spine. The next one came much sooner, this time into her ribcage. "You hear that bitch! I'll FUCKING KILL YOU!" Elinor roared with renewed rage, increased the ferocity of her attack with a never ending sequence of kicks. The assault morphed into an unhinged frenzy as Elinor smashed her foot again and again into her opponent's back, hammering her heel with pin-point precision into her opponent's most vulnerable organs.

The ruthless assault ended almost as suddenly as it had begun, but Sheila's respite was far from near. Elinor took a step back, breathing with heavy, labored breaths as she stared at the splayed out body of her opponent. She stepped forward once more, bending down to grab Sheila by the collar of her bra and waistband of her panties. "AAAARGH!" Elinor screamed as she slowly lifted her opponent off the ground before flipping Sheila onto her shoulders and into a fireman carry. One...two...no, three rotations was what she used to build up enough momentum, before finally letting Sheila soar loose with a powerful toss straight into the vanity mirror!

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah. Yeah, the nose was definitely broken, not busted, no question about it. Sheila could feel where the cartilage was disconnected, the blood was coming from her nostrils in such a steady stream that she couldn't even take full breaths, absolutely wrecked. It was a small miracle that she hadn't lost any teeth with that stomp, either.

Her ears were ringing, too - as near as she could guess, the impact was so loud that it did some damage to her eardrums. It meant that she couldn't quite make out what Elinor was saying behind her, though she didn’t really need to in order to get the gist of it. The tone alone carried so much malice, so much hate, so much loathing, that the blanks were all too easy to fill in.

It was enough to make her chuckle, even through the pain. Though, now that she was on the floor with a battered face, she was having trouble remembering what the end goal to all this was.

”Did she-“

Even Sheila couldn't say what her addled mind was about to spit out, but it hardly mattered, as the stomp to her back meant she was too busy crying out to finish it. Another came down a second later, then another, and another, and another, until they were coming down like hail on her back, coming down with such an insane, painful frequency that Sheila would’ve sworn there was more than one woman doing the damage if she hadn't known better. She jolted with each one, flopping about, utterly unable to defend herself in any way, and the result let her covered in bruises, inside and out, with bone aching and likely broken.

Coughing, retching, Sheila could only flail about as Elinor lifted her up onto her iron shoulders with frightening ease and spun her around several times, before she sent her careering off into the vanity mirror with a mighty heave. Sheila hit head on, obliterating it on contact, and fell to the floor with its shards raining down alongside her. Her fumbling hands grabbed the lamp on the table as she tumbled, as if holding onto it might break her fall.

It didn't.

She landed on her side, facing Elinor, with the mess they’d made surrounding. Hurting, yeah, looking like a total wreck. But still alive. And laughing.

”Something…something wrong, Ellie? Huh?” She spat some blood out of her mouth and rolled over to her chest. ”Almost like you’re-“ She groaned as she breathed too deep. Broken ribs sucked. ”Almost like you’re mad about something.”

Sheila was trying to piss Elinor off, she was always trying to piss her off, but she was also trying to bait her. The moment her opponent came over, she’d take the lamp in her hand - the one with a broken bulb and still attached to the wall - and stab it into the bitch’s bare foot, looking to give her a nasty jab and even nastier shock at the same time.

[Baddie]

Was this bitch trying to get herself killed? Every time Sheila opened her mouth, she was slowly leaving Elinor with fewer and fewer options. The powerful throw had felt like a weight off her back in more ways then one. Surely, being showered in a cacophony of glass as you slowly coughed up your own blood while reeling from broken bones and ribs would be enough to shut the Aussie up. But of course, Sheila was laughing.

"Yeah, yeah something's wrong." Elinor hissed, pacing around the room with staggered steps. Her breaths resumed it's familiar harsh intake of air, the rage swelling up inside of the German now becoming audibly obvious. "You're still talking, you're still laughing... you're still breathing. That's what's wrong!" Elinor growled, swinging her arms behind her like a gorilla gearing up for a pounding.

Sure enough, Elinor swung around to deliver on her words. Her opponent had a penchant for taking a beating, but only now did Elinor feel determined enough to test that notion to it's very limits. With her mind so consumed by hate, she didn't even have the mental space to be cautious of where she stepped. She winced as tiny shards of broken glass dug into her soles, but the pain was negligible compared to the inconceivable havoc she planned to rain down on her rival. But then...

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" A bloodcurdling scream wailed from Elinor's soar throat, her vocal chords probably tearing in the process. it was scream that the whole hotel undoubtably had to endure, but it was one that had every right to be as hoarse and harsh as it was. Elinor's reaction was immediately as she instantly tripped backwards, her back landing roughly against the foot of the bed.

She clutched her foot tenderly between her hands, gritting her teeth as she plucked the shards of glass that had wedged themselves deep within the skin. "You bitch... you fucking bitch" Elinor wheezed. A steady stream of blood began to poor from the wound and onto the ground below. leaning on the edge of the bed, Elinor tried to stand back up again, only to immediate collapse with a pained howl. Sheila had practically stabbed her, no doubt as retaliation for her shattered face, as well as a whole litany of other transgressions.

Her eyes darted towards the bathroom door, her only thought now being to bandage up the wound before the whole leg became limp and useless for the remainder of the match. If she was lucky she would be able to make it to the bathroom before her opponent caught up to her, and if she was even luckier there would some bandages stowed somewhere in the washroom's cabinets. Her finders dug into carpet, then into hardwood as she inched closer and closer towards the tiled room. Her eyes glanced behind her, anticipating her opponent to soon be right on her heels. Elinor's finger's grabbed onto whatever they could find, another table, a bookstand, a chair: She toppled them all over as she made her retreat, doing whatever she could to slow Sheila's progress and advance her own.

[BlackAkuma]

Holy fuck, Elinor could scream. And this was coming from a woman who had a sore throat. Damn.

It was so loud that Sheila’s ear was left ringing in the aftermath, as her shrill, banshee wail tickled eardrums in all the worse ways, but as much as it hurt, it was still enough to bring a smile the Aussie’s face, even though it was one mixed with a grimace. That one had almost been worth the stomping she’d taken. ”Take’s one to know one, Ellie.”

Not her most original comeback ever, but she was doing the best one could expect with what she had to work with, which wasn’t much at the moment. Her brain was still swimming from the river-dancing her spine had taken, and while she was used to eating pain and moving on, this was pushing her to the limits. To make matters worse, Elinor would almost certainly be following up, and…

…wait. Where was she going?

Sheila looked on as her opponent made a retreat, heading for the bathroom and leaving a bloody trail in her wake. It took a moment of real thought before reality clicked in - she was going to take care of the wound. Kind of made sense. She’d fought with people who weren’t used to matches like this, and they had a tendency to freak out when the blow got flowing. Most just weren’t used to seeing this much of the red stuff flowing out of them.

Elinor’s loss, Sheila’s gain, but only if she was able to make something of it.

Sheila planted one palm on the floor, then another, ignoring the shattered shards sliding into her hands as she did, ignoring the trail of blood flowing down her face, ignoring the cracked bones protesting from every inch of her back. She needed to move and she needed to move now, so she did, pushing her way up higher and higher until she was in a crouch on all fours, looking for all the world like the animal she claimed to be.. Elinor was throwing everything she could in her way, but if she thought any of that stuff was going to stop her, she was about to learn just how wrong she could be.

”Get your skinny arse back here, bitch!” Sheila pulled her way across the carpet in hot pursuit, shoving the chair away and crawling over the book stand and table before she closed in all the way. There was a hardcover book that fell with it, one of those Gideon’s Bibles that you found in hotel rooms all over the world, but Sheila was about to use it in a way that the people who put it there never intended.

She grabbed hold of Elinor’s injured foot and used it for leverage as she pulled her way up, crawling on top of the German, attempting to mount her waist. Once she was nice and comfy there, she went to work , raising the good book up high and bringing it crashing down on her foe’s battering her with it once, twice, thrice, before she tossed it away and started raining down wild, heavy, hammer blows onto her opponent. They might not have been as hard as anything Elinor could do, but they made up for power with speed and drive, as she brought each blow down with her weight behind them, as if she was trying to smash the floor and her opponent was simply in the way.