Ellie-Mae V.S Louise

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Spoiler

Ellie-Mae's theme music blares through the arena, oozing attitude with every beat. She struts onto the stage, hips swaying, a smug smirk plastered across her face. The crowd erupts—boos, whistles, catcalls—she gets it all. But does she care? Not a damn bit. With a playful wink and a few exaggerated air kisses, she soaks it all in, reveling in their love-hate energy as she saunters toward the ring.

Sliding inside, she stretches with deliberate slowness, flaunting every curve just to make them squirm. Then, with a cocky flick of her hair, she snatches up the mic.

"What is UP, LAW nation?! Your favorite bitch, Ellie-Mae Fletcher, has arrived!" she purrs, leaning against the ropes with an infuriatingly smug expression. "Now, APPARENTLY, there's some broad out here who actually thinks she can kick my ass. Can you believe that?! I mean, how dumb do you have to be?! Everybody—and I mean EVERYBODY—knows that I’m the best of the best, the top-tier, the queen bee of this whole damn company!"

She rolls her eyes before grinning wickedly.

"So, let's do her a favor and call her out, shall we? Come on, everybody—on three! ONE… TWO… THREE!"

The entire arena erupts, chanting, taunting, demanding Louis show herself. Ellie-Mae throws her head back, laughing into the mic, knowing damn well she’s already gotten under her opponent’s skin.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Tonight, Louise was in the mood for a fight. Most of her matches had gone well, but some had left her deeply bored and angry. She needed to let off steam on something... Or rather, someone who would be her new punching bag! It was lucky she had a match scheduled tonight, otherwise she would have amused herself by hitting random wrestlers she encountered in the locker room.

In fact, the Frenchwoman had been in her locker room for several minutes, not allowed to move... Was her opponent taking her time making her entrance or chatting with the crowd? Either way, it was an affront to the grandiose goddess that she was, and she fully intended to get revenge by humiliating this wrestler... Then the long-awaited moment arrived, and it was the Frenchwoman's turn to take the stage.

Theme

Louise

Accompanied by her theme and the boos from the spectators, Louise still noticed a very different atmosphere than before. The crowd seemed rather excited... Did her opponent say something funny and exciting? She'd find out soon enough anyway and preferred to ignore this little detail... For now.

The Wildcat quickly climbed into the ring without greeting the few fans she had, and as her theme ended, her gaze fell on her opponent in front of her... A pinkette almost as tall as her but much lighter... A perfect punching bag. The Goddess remained silent for several seconds and approached her opponent, placing her finger on the pinkette's chest to press it while looking into her eyes with a powerful glare.

"On your knees, bitch."

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Ellie-Mae blinked, then let out a slow, exaggerated laugh, the microphone still in her hand as she took a step back, looking Louise up and down like she was sizing up a cheap knockoff purse.

"Ohhh honey," she cooed, flipping her hair back with a smirk. "You must be real confused if you think I'm the type to kneel for anyone, let alone some French import with an attitude problem."

She leaned in, her smirk widening as she tapped Louise’s forehead with a single manicured finger.

"But since you're so obsessed with people kneeling, why don’t we fast forward to the part where I put you flat on your ass instead? ‘Cause let’s be real, babe—you're not a goddess. You’re just another chick who’s about to be humbled in front of the whole damn world."

Ellie-Mae strutted back, twirling the mic between her fingers before raising it one last time.

"So, how we doin’ this, sweetheart? You wanna bow out now and save yourself the embarrassment, or do I gotta make you eat that little ‘goddess’ act of yours the hard way?"

She tossed the mic aside with a wicked grin, standing tall and waiting for Louise to make the next move.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Louise was bored listening to her opponent; talking and listening weren't her strong points, especially when the Frenchwoman was known for insulting her opponents with every sentence. While Ellie-Mae was speaking, the Frenchwoman yawned deeply and even wiped away a tear of annoyance, then looked at her pink-haired opponent, who threw the microphone down.

"Yaaaawnn... Mhhh ?"

She turned her head to glare at the referee, making her understand that this match must start within the next few seconds or risk being attacked... And her intimidation worked, as the referee rushed to ring the bell.

DING

And the bell barely rang when the Wildcat lunged at her opponent, violently pinning her to the ground with a Spear. Louise knew all too well that talking to this kind of person would be exhausting and pointless, she had to let her fists do the talking instead and if she managed to get on top of the pinkette, Louise would follow up with a punch to Ellie-Mae's stomach!

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Ellie-Mae barely had time to react before the air was forced from her lungs.

BAM!

The spear hit like a damn freight train, and in an instant, she was flattened against the mat.

"GUHHH—!" The impact sent a shockwave through her body, her limbs momentarily limp from the sheer force.

And before she could even suck in a proper breath—WHAM!

A hard punch sank deep into her stomach, making her body jolt as she gasped, eyes wide. The crowd roared, half in shock, half in amusement, as Ellie-Mae wheezed, clutching at her midsection.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She had strutted in with all the confidence in the world, but now? Now she was just trying to suck in air while Louise towered over her like a predator ready to rip her apart.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Louise wasn't called "The Wildcat" by the crowd for nothing. She literally fought like a wildcat, and it was understandable given her fighting style. She was a brawler; tackles, punches, and ground fighting were her specialty, but she also had a second weapon thanks to her body: smothers.

Although Louise was a poor wrestler who barely knew how to perform suplexes or multiple holds, she knew that emptying the air in her opponent's lungs and then taking their breath away was effective for a quick and effective victory or domination. She had already emptied the air in her opponent's lungs, and now she dropped forward to crush her enormous breasts into her opponent's face, trying to smother her with a Breast Smother right from the start of the match!

"You're quiet now, huh?"