Kaelara Tripathi Vs. Nadia Carter - Unforseen Education

[Lycanstar]

Nadia's heel tapped impatiently on the cold concrete floor. She was hunched over and staring with a sharp gaze ahead, hands pressed together as she considered all possible outcomes. She barely even blinked as she studied her possible victim- sitting alone on a bench with production crew and other wrestlers walking by like she wasn't even there. Why did this sorry excuse for a wrestler even bother showing up week after week? Nadia had seen her before- a weak willed loser that walked around like she was on a fucking ghost tour, she could not remember a single instance where this rookie didn't look absolutely terrified. Her record matched the attitude as well- nothing but absolute losses and a single fluke that was won by the worst means possible- seduction.

*SLAM!*

Nadia's fist slammed hard on the bench she sat on, springing to a full on power walk not a moment later. She honed in on her target and glared daggers right through her, ignoring every other bit of movement around her like a lioness about to strike.

"Oh, sorry."

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A producer accidentally stumbled against Sandra's boot- tripping slightly but going on with their walk without even a passing apology. It was almost customary that she make herself at least slightly available for whatever a ring producer may ask of her on any given night; usually that meant nothing, a nights pay to sit around in her uncomfortable attire and watch some wrestling on a monitor- although it was easy for her mind to drift off. Being benched was quite literal in this case, it wasn't a secret that she was around to lose in unfair situations but granted; it wasn't like she was doing much to dispute that fact.

Sandra sighed and looked up at the lights, daydreaming about any time she had a match where it was her... and her opponent... tightly feeling each other as they shared their bodies warmth. God it was such a unique feeling- the cold of the arena dissipating as the two bodies became entangled... Would she ever feel something like that aga-

"Ahem."

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Sandra's eyes peeled open and her head snapped forward. Before her stood a ferocious looking fighter with a intense look in her eyes- her hands were rested on her hips and she stared down at the seated brunette with a unflinching focus.
"Um.. s-sorry?"

Sandra immediately felt concern rack her body- this woman looks like she eats cinder blocks and nails for breakfast, what the hell was she doing staring at her so intensely?! The brunette began to awkwardly try and seat herself in a more proper manner- not slouching and keeping her legs together as she almost hunched forward in subservient respect... "You're that fuckass jobber everyone picks on, right? I've seen you more times loopy than I have with your eyes set straight. What the hell do you even think you're doing here?" W-what?! Who talks to somebody like that?! Sandra was at a loss for words, she just continued to stare blankly at the masked fighter with a slightly agape mouth as if she was trying to puppeteer an answer out of herself.

"I'm.. waiting here... if they need me.." This ditzy brunette looked like a deer caught in the headlights. No fucking wonder she was a punching bag whenever somebody needed some meat in the ring. Nadia crossed her arms at the meagre response she was given- one eyebrow raised high as the fighters body language changed entirely. "Well good news- you're done waiting. I know your record 'Sandra'. Only thing you got to your name is a win by smooshing someone smaller than you between those fucking milkers you got hanging off your chest." Nadia pointed pretty directly at Sandra's breasts- causing the brunette to blush and try to break eye contact...

"How about instead of making this place an even more degenerate shithole you do something productive and get in that fucking ring so I can blow off some steam." Nadia knew her own hypocrisy as it left her mouth. Sandra Thomas; jobber extraordinaire had a better record than Nadia. You take all the stupid shit the uncontrolled horny wrestlers of LAW get up to and nothing will still be worse than SANDRA FUCKING THOMAS having a better record than a experienced, confident, fucking kick-ass fighter like Nadia. No. This is fucking bullshit and even thinking about it was making Nadia's blood boil. Watching this stupid jobber stumble over her words and blush like this was going to break Nadia inside if she couldn't get a single lick in.

Nadia grabbed Sandra's top "Attire" and pulled her in close, the jobber squeaking out a meagre yelp as she was now forced to lock eyes with the intense Nadia. "I'm gonna fucking stick my foot so far up that fat fucking ass of yours I'll make you sing- you stupid, JOBBER; FUCK!"

[NotoriousGoddess]

Kaelara had been loosening up nearby, her earbuds in as she hummed to herself. She was dressed in her signature ring gear, ready to start up her tantalizing workout, probably inadvertently delivering quite the sexy spectacle to the gym goers by working out! However, the loud thud of a fist hitting a bench and the sound of pretty aggressive shouting cut through her train of thought.

She pulled her earbuds out just in time to see a woman clad in all black, heavily contrasting Kaelara's vibrant colors of her attire. She saw the fiercer woman grab the terrified Sandra by her attire, screaming in her face. Kae's own dark brown eyes narrowed. She wasn't one to let a bully ruin her stage, especially when the victim looked like she was about to pass out from fright.

So, she didn't hesitate. With the confidence of a woman who had wrestled bigger people in mud wrestling back at home, Kaelara strode right into the standoff. She reached out, firmly grabbing Nadia's wrist to pry her grip off of the brunette's top, stepping her body between the aggressor and the victim.

"This is bad sportsmanship, babe, are you actually lashing out on this poor thing?" She crossed her arms, looking face to face at Nadia with a mix of disappointment and unbothered confidence, a small smirk playing on her lips. "If you have steam to blow off, why not pick on someone who actually wants to dance with you?"

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[Lycanstar]

A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. Nadia froze in place with her eyes fixated on the frightened jobber before slowly peeling her head back to face the mysterious owner of the hand holding her back. Behind her stood a woman adorned in a flamboyant attire- adorned with intricate detailing and a confident smirk etched across her face. Nadia glared her up and down briefly before pushing the hand off and squaring up with a firm stance.

"Who the fuck are you calling babe?" Nadia's sharp gaze glared a hole directly through the woman as she clenched her fists and huffed out a frustrated exhale. "Listen here toots- I'm not here to dance with anybody. I'm here to put dumbass tits-for-brains over here through a lesson about what combat sports are supposed to be about. So how about you keep your nose out of my affairs or you can be next when I'm done with her."

Nadia's finger aggressively poked at the woman's chest as she glared with as much vitriol as she possibly could. As goading as this all must have been- she really did want this woman to back the hell off. Sandra was prime example #1 of why a fighter like Nadia got the worst brunt of shit at this fuckass wrestling company- there could be no better way to make things clear to the audience and management that this horny bullshit needed to be quelled.

"Back. Off."

[NotoriousGoddess]

"Jeez, and I thought something was stuck up KAVI'S ass last night..." Kae thought, recalling how pissed her big sis was when she ate the last box of takeout they had. She didn't flinch as Nadia's finger poked against her bountiful chest. That smirk of hers held steady.

"Uh huh, and you're picking on the rookies who can't fight back? That's kinda sad, don'tchya think?" She didn't step back, as now, Kae was going to capitalize on this boring day by having some fun with a gal who was seemingly becoming too big for her britches. "Tell ya what... If you're interested, how about you take a piece of me? You look like you could be fun to dance with~!" She said, tilting her head slightly, studying the masked fighter with renewed interest.

"And to make things interesting, lets make a friendly little wager... If I win, you become my personal practice dummy! Quite an honor, not gonna lie~ The same will apply to you if you win!" Kaelara beamed, lifting Nadia's chin up with her finger.

[Lycanstar]

That fucking smirk. If Nadia wasn't boiling over with seething hatred, it would almost make her chuckle. But the woman didn't step back- she stood firmly and with a unwelcomingly playful tone challenged Nadia's position. Nadia lowered her finger and stared half in disbelief that she was being challenged like this. There was that word again- dance. It's not a fucking dance... it's a fight. These people around here didn't have a fucking clue what a proper fight is supposed to look like- the careless and playful attitude of the woman was almost exemplary of LAW in general.

"Practice dummy? You never heard of a sparring partner? Guess you wouldn't know the first thing about throwing a proper kick anyways- too much pageantry in the way." Nadia placed her hand on her hip- no way this overzealous peacock was going to chastise her and make her a "dummy" to train on. "You talk a big fucking game for somebody who looks like they never even seen the inside of a steel cage. Are you seriously dumb enough to think playing cute with me is a good idea? If you are then I pity you more than that sorry fucking excuse for a "wResTLer" over there."

Sandra didn't know what to say. The fighter argued with the woman that stepped in and Sandra felt... helpless. Just sitting frozen in place, avoiding any direct eye contact as she pressed her legs together and kept her mouth shut. It's not like she was asking to be put in the situations she was in- she just tried make the best of a bad situation and if that involved... well... lewder activities then... w-well...

Oh god... don't cry Sandra. Do not cry. She felt it coming but couldn't stop her own thoughts from betraying her. She didn't mind getting tossed around a ring like a doll but to hear this woman coming at her with such vitriol and needing somebody else to step in for her it just...

Sandra let out a weepy moan and a single teardrop fell down her cheek.