Alaina Sanders vs. Beatrice Dreyse - The Things We Do For Love

[CyanDimitrik]

Going into this match, there were certain expectations. Certain dynamics.

See, Nefretiri is a veritable goddess. A sorceress at the very least. She commands power, even fear, admiration both grudging and freely given. When she 'dominated' Beatrice in the ring before, the pecking order was set. The spunky blonde simply is not on her level. No competitor is. No competitor is worth her consideration beyond determining how best to dismantle them in front of an audience, how best to break their spirit, how best to conquer them.

But that's not really the story there.

Their secret arrangement was borne of humility with hardly any provocation. Beatrice willingly trusted her body to the Egyptian; to conquer her in front of a LAW audience without genuinely hurting her. It was so selflessly humble and genuine, with no expectation of anything in return beyond being unharmed that the spritely girl wriggled her way into perhaps the only soft spot Nefretiri has.

After their match, they'd talked. Even connected a little. There are deep chasms and ravines yet to be explored in both of them, but it ended with a mandate: for Beatrice to win her next match. She hadn't even really meant it to be an order. But she seemed motivated by it. And in truth, she wants to see her wrestle from an outside perspective. To appreciate what she has in the ring. And somewhere in the process, that went from an amusement she wasn't taking too seriously to...

...this.

The audience around her is roaring in support of the former champion to break the newbie, to punish her, to make her suffer for their entertainment. It's why they paid the ticket, and this would be two for two in Beatrix getting dominated by a physically superior woman. But somewhere in the midst of that cheer is a pair of widened purple eyes, a brow pinched with worry.

Watching Beatrice get beaten up and pummeled, even arched and twisted, was supposed to be fun. Yes, even to Nefretiri! She happens to enjoy the spectacle, it's a thrill! Beatrice is a painfully cute girl, pristine, wide-eyed and surprisingly sweet! Her suffering at the hands of a monster is kind of titilating!

...but not like this. Not when it's such a mis-match. Not when it's this brutal, not when it's this risky. Why did management put her against her? She's barely a middleweight, isn't she!? Are they trying to hurt her!? Seeing her in a match getting roughed up is meant to be fun, but she's finding her heart wrenching.

She's self-aware enough to realize it might feel like this because there's something riding on this match. That the outcome mean something to Beatrice, even Nefretiri, too. More than it should. More than it possibly would for any other wrestler.

The sight of her getting absolutely steamrolled and suffering has her heart starting to cave in on itself, and with the stomp, she quickly averts her gaze. When she pulls her focus back to the ring, Beatrice is in an abdominal stretch - and a wince follows. But- she's immediately struggling! She's not giving in!

"Come on..!," she quietly urges under her breath. "That's right...! Keep fighting...!"

[Highfly]

Alaina knew that Beatrice was inching to the ropes and pulled back harder. She was going for maximum pain and pressure even if it meant doing less to impede her opponents progress.

"Nghhhhh... come on..." Alaina groaned as she kept applying pressure. She was determined to win and do so in dominant fashion against Beatrice. She was going to end this losing streak not add to it.

[BlackAkuma]

Was it just Beatrice’s imagination, or did it feel like Alaina was mad at her for some reason? It was hard to put a finger on, since this was the first time she’d met this woman, but she’d always been under the impression that the former champion was a warm presence, generally accepting, nice to be around. This Alaina wasn’t outright mean or anything, but there was a coldness to her move, a spite under it all, like Beatrice's being here was an insult to her.

Granted, she had bigger things to worry about at the moment, like being twisted like Laffy Taffy. But the thought was taking up more space in her head.

Beatrice did her best to focus as she was pulled back into an increasingly awkward angle. Her upper body was locked down, but her lower? That was a different story. Gradually, slowly, she stretched her leg back, trying to work it free, bit by bit, until…

There!

Beatrice slipped her leg free, ending the torque. She still had one hand trapped in Alaina’s vice, but she could use that for advantage, turning it into an anchor as she swung her free arm around and tried to connect a punch to her opponent’s face, throwing everything she had into the surprise blow.