Clara Gaster vs. Kayla Mizrahi - Maid To Own

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Kayla hit hard, fast, and decisively, crashing into her opponent with explosive force and dropping her in an instant. To say that it was satisfying would be an accurate statement - needless to say, she was looking forward to landing many such hits on this obstinate woman before the day was out. Clara would be hurting for months, if she had her way.

She smacked her so hard that she staggered forward afterwards, and she did an about-face to see the woman on her back, reeling, as the other maids began to swarm her area. They were chomping at the bit for a piece of her, ready for their time.

”Not yet.” She stomped forward, reached down, and gripped Clara’s hair tight with her fist, using it for a handhold as she lifted the woman up. As soon as she was standing, Kayla struck on and swung her arm, coming at her opponent with a stiff shot to the chest, looking to knock her into the corner in the most brutal way possible.

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Kayla would want to play with Clara herself for now, as she grabbed her by the hair and instead of dumping her underlings to tear apart, she instead roughly dragged her by her hair to her feet!

"GNNNNNGH!!! GYAAAAGH!"

Right as she was back up to her feet, Kayla drove her arm straight into the Brit's chest for a vicious punch, knocking her towards a corner, and the maids grabbing her feet, leaving her with nowhere to go.

Trying to fight off at least one of her attackers, Clara would wind her arm up, trying to ram it into Kayla's chest for a Knife Edge Chop to try and drive the Head Maid away!

[BlackAkuma]

The nature of this match wasn’t simply to ensure that the advantage would be firmly in Kayla’s favor - it was also to serve as another way to please their mistress. The Baroness loved to crush her foes, yes, but she also seemed to take some pleasure in watching it happen. Kayla had spent no small amount of time instructing the other maids in proper fighting technique, and while only a scant few of them were even close to being ready for the ring, they were strong enough to make a cohesive fighting unit. Once Clara was on the outside, she would be mauled.

And Kayla would get to it. But, perhaps, greedily, she yearned to show the Baroness what she could do, as well. The woman had placed faith in her, made her an active competitor, and she could think of no better way to prove the sagacity of that choice than besting one of her foes in combat, even if it was only for a while.

Those were the thoughts that drove her as she stepped back and plowed forward after Clara reeled from her punch. She held her arm and came rushing forward, looking to clobber her with a clothesline in the corner - a strong move, yes, but one that left her chest wide open to assault.

The blow sliced against her flesh, made even worse by the momentum from her charge, and she staggered back after the hit to clutch her blazing body. The shock was the worst of it, and she shook it off in short order. With a grunt, Kayla whirled about and swung her arm around in a wide arc, trying to hit her foe with a spinning backfist before she could capitalize.

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The Chop would find it’s mark…but be unsuccessful from deterring her rival away. Kayla would be quickly onto her, spinning…and ramming the back of her fist into the Brit’s jaw for a Spinning Backfist!

”AAGH!!!”

The shot was hard enough to make light flicker in the Brit’s eyes, immediately falling down from the hard blow from the Head Maid. She landed close to the ropes, with Baroness’s other maids looking up at Kayla, awaiting for instructions from her on what to do right now, drag Clara outside the ring to beat her up…or let Kayla toy with her some more…

[BlackAkuma]

Another hit, and down went Clara again, landing near the ropes. Kayla paused for a moment to give her chest a quick rub, then looked down at her foe without bothering to hide an ounce of disdain. ”Pathetic.”

This was the woman that the Baroness had deemed worthy of her time? This was someone who’d managed to be a fly in her ointment. It was hard to fathom that such an insignificant speck could ever post a problem, like a fly buzzing around the maw of a lioness.

Clara didn’t deserve the Baroness’ attention. She didn’t deserve her attention, for that matter. But the woman waiting around ringside, hungry and eager to pick her apart…

”Very well.” She stepped forward and gave her opponent a stiff kick in the side, punting her under the ropes and out of the ring. ”Do as you will.”

The moment Clara hit the floor, the maids were all over her, swarming her, pulling at her, gripping her. Some hands yanked at her hair, others wrestled with her arms, a few even gripped her legs and weight her down. They moved as trained, a pack of focused animals hounding their prey, and Kayla merely looked on from above as they brought the unruly woman to heel.

[BlackAkuma]

Another hit, and down went Clara again, landing near the ropes. Kayla paused for a moment to give her chest a quick rub, then looked down at her foe without bothering to hide an ounce of disdain. ”Pathetic.”

This was the woman that the Baroness had deemed worthy of her time? This was someone who’d managed to be a fly in her ointment. It was hard to fathom that such an insignificant speck could ever post a problem, like a fly buzzing around the maw of a lioness.

Clara didn’t deserve the Baroness’ attention. She didn’t deserve her attention, for that matter. But the woman waiting around ringside, hungry and eager to pick her apart…

”Very well.” She stepped forward and gave her opponent a stiff kick in the side, punting her under the ropes and out of the ring. ”Do as you will.”

The moment Clara hit the floor, the maids were all over her, swarming her, pulling at her, gripping her. Some hands yanked at her hair, others wrestled with her arms, a few even gripped her legs and weight her down. They moved as trained, a pack of focused animals hounding their prey, and Kayla merely looked on from above as they brought the unruly woman to heel.

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Clara came to after her brief daze, as she realized the situation she was in. She was completely at Kayla's mercy, and there was a pack of vicious, violent maids behind her, ready to destroy her once their leader allowed them to.

And with a kick to force Clara to the outside, she did just that.

Clara fell to the floor with a thud and a grunt, and the maids would be onto her the next second:

"AH! GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU VULTURES!!!"

Some would pull at Clara's hair just to force the Brit to feel pain as soon as they could inflict it. Smarter maids would pin her legs to the ground, trying to make sure she wouldn't have a hope to escape, while more sadistic ones grabbed at her arms, trying to pull and twist and extend them in the ways they weren't meant to bend!

"LET ME GO!!! AAAAAAAGH!!!""

No matter how much Clara resisted, the maids would not let on, as their leader looked on at the Brit's mauling...

[BlackAkuma]

As chaotic as it looked, there was an order to the way the maids moved, as this was the sort of mauling that they had clearly been trained in. They were never in each other’s way, never obstructed the progress of another, working in tandem to wear away at the hapless Gaster. While she could’ve taken any one of them in combat, perhaps even two at the same time, the twelve overwhelmed her, working her over like an animal, as if they were some kind of moment with twenty four arms.

It was all wonderful to see. But it could be better. Kayla was certain of that.

She paced around the ring for a few moments as the mauling went on, arms folded and brow furrowed, before she called out. ”Ingrid!” She snapped her fingers. ”תורך! Go!”

Ingrid, the biggest of the maids in attendance, reached around Clara’s waist from behind and hoisted her up, grabbing her under the shoulders. While she wasn’t quite as big as Kayla herself, she was still a comparatively large woman with more than a fair bit of muscle to work with. She used that muscle to wrap her arms around the woman and lock on a tight, crushing bearhug, leaning back to lift her off the ground and increase the pressure.

It would leave her Clara open, as well, and the maids would take advantage of that as they moved in and took turns slapping her around the face, battering her left and right to whittle away at her defenses.

And for fun. Levity was important for unit cohesion.

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The referee looked at the situation with utter disgust. Even when she checked backstage with the crew, she only received a: "Orders are orders" back. It was painful for her to hear Clara's screams. At least other Lumberjack matches had a mix of good and bad people in them, and not everyone would jump down the throat of the wrestler who exit...

The maids' mauling of Clara would be over after a good minute of torturing her arms and legs, as Kayla ordered a different sort of torture for the Brit. The largest of the lumbermaids was ordered in Hebrew to pick Clara up, and crush her with a Reverse Bearhug! Meanwhile, other maids would begin slapping at Clara's face!

"AAAAAAGH! AGH! S-stop it you witches!!!"

Clara tried to kick at the maids slapping at her, trying to get rid off at least one problem she was facing...but the maids jumped off quite swiftly, while Ingrid effortlessly turned Clara away to make sure she missed her kicks. The maids were too coherent a unit for Clara to try and fight back in such a disadvantageous state...

[BlackAkuma]

Kayla could see the referee’s disgust, as well, and she couldn't have cared less. Her job wasn’t to care, after all. It was to officiate the match and enforce the rules, whatever they might be.

If she had any problem with that, she could take it up with the other maids. All twelve of them. At once.

For now, she seemed to know her role, as Kayla’s compatriots went to work on the unruly Clara, working her over with a bevy of slaps. They’d been instructed not to go too far - after all, there was nothing to stop them from working this woman to a nub, but then she wouldn’t have anything to work with in the ring. She wanted the woman conscious. Struggling, hurting, suffering, but awake.

After it looked like everyone had their turn for now, Kayla snapped her fingers, and Ingrid took the message straightaway, spinning about and rolling Clara back in under the ropes. She came to a stop at the Iron Maid’s feet, as she looked down on her battered prey with folded arms and furrowed brows.

”Do you give up?” She prodded Clara in the side with the tip of her boot, already knowing what the answer would be. She just wanted to hear it.