Blitzkrieg! Sheila Morgan vs. Elinor Klügmann

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, missing moves sucked. Sheila had been there so, so many times, so she could say, better than almost anyone, how bad it felt to come crashing down on a flat canvas when you were expecting a soft body. It wasn’t just the impact itself that knocked the wind out of you, it was the whole experience of expecting one thing, preparing your body for it, then having an entirely different experience crash into it. That sudden shock would always turn your bones to jelly.

Sheila almost - almost - felt sorry for Elinor. But, since her opponent was a massive, stuck-up bitch who’d yanked her hair twice and stuck her finger where they didn’t belong, her reaction was more along the lines of… ”Ha! Mat tastes good, huh, drongo?”

Watching Elinor splat was a treat, and she even had the pleasure of seeing it again on the titantron with a replay. Funny as it was, though, she knew she couldn't sit around all day and laugh at it - she’d have to wait until she got home for that. Elinor was in pain, fumbling about, the kind of opening that wouldn’t be coming her way too often in this fighti. It was time to go to work.

Sheila pushed to her feet and slipped to the side as her opponent made her way up, making it to one knee. The bitch was tough, no getting around that, but she wasn’t invincible, and the Wild One saw a good way to start hammering her as she came in from behind.

With her opponent still dazed, Sheila reached out at her head from behind and grabbed hold of her hair with both hands, pulling it back tight on her scalp and giving her a receipt for the earlier treatment. She stepped away, pulled hard, and yanked Elinor’s head down hard, smacking it into the canvas and putting her flat on her back.

That wasn’t the only thing Sheila had in mind for her, though - as soon as she was down, the Aussie would leap up, tuck her legs in and bring both of her heels shooting down into Elinor’s chest for a double stomp, one heel for each tit.

[Baddie]

Drongo?

Elinor's head was still ringing far too loud for her to even begin contemplating what that meant. Besides, she had much more pressing problems to worry about, namely the tightly curled fingers that had just managed to find purchase on her scalp. Elinor grit her teeth as Sheila's tugged on the fibers of her silver strands, the irony of the hair grab not going unnoticed by the German.

The progress she had made rising to her feet was instantly reversed as Sheila slammed her back onto the mat, a small yelp slipping through Elinor's mouth upon impact. Undeterred, Elinor immediately tried to pick herself back up again, despite the unwelcome dizziness that had just been reintroduced into her head. She had barely made it an inch off the ground when she noticed that Sheila was suddenly leaping overtop of her.

"Huh - Fuck, FUUUCK!" Elinor gasped as the Aussie's heels collided with her unprotected orbs. Her tits caved in under the weight of each foot, the enormous pressure leaving her chest feeling like it was on the point of rupture. The stomp could only last until Sheila's feet would inevitably seek steadier ground elsewhere, but for Elinor that felt like an eternity.

As soon as the Aussie's heels left their titillating targets, Elinor's hands would immediately clasp each one of her sunken tits under her tender palms, nursing the precious girls back into their original mound. Her body instantly curled up into the fetal position to protect her mammaries from further harm, but Elinor knew that such a display would only spell weakness.

"You stupid... Bitch!" Elinor wheezed, making yet another halfhearted attempt to get back on her feet just moments after the viscous stomp.

[BlackAkuma]

Stomping on Elinor’s tits was the most fun Sheila had in LAW. Period.

Granted, it was up against no competition whatsoever, but even still, it was hard to imagine anything topping this. The look on the uppity cunt ‘s face as she jumped high, the sensation of her - again, awesome - breasts collapsing under her heel like pancakes, and the inhuman squawk that Elinor made, like an emu with its feathers plucked. Add all that together? Perfect. A moment Sheila would treasure till the grave.

Elinor’s ineffective cursing was a nice touch, too, though she wasn’t in the best position to throw shade back after she landed the stomp. The moment she flew off from touchdown, she fell to her knees - she was feeling the effect of her face being crushed from earlier, and it all hadn't worn off. She got the feeling that was going to be the general theme of this match, that it was going to come down to her outlasting Elinor, taking those hard hits and surging them. She was going to be feeling this fight for weeks.

Which was a good thing. So long as she won, anyway.

For now, her main priority was keeping the ball rolling and making the most of the good opportunity she created. She dropped to her back, rolled under the ropes, and made her way out onto the apron, where she grabbed the rope and pulled her way up to her feet.

”Ready.” She spoke under her breath as she watched Elinor rise. As soon as she was up enough, Sheila pulled back on the middle rope...

”Aim.” …bent her knees and leaned back…

”Fire!” …and pulled hard as she leaped in through the middle and top rope, coming at Elinor with a slingspot spear to her opponent’s chest, looking to take her right back down.

[Baddie]

Even in her dizzy, aching state, Elinor was able to discern just how much fun her opponent was having at her expense.

And she hated her for it.

While Elinor could take a hit better than most girls in the league could, she wasn't immune to the particular nasty effect of missed moves and dirt blows. Sheila was fighting with her gloves off right from the get go. One half of Elinor admired her for it. The stronger half wanted to do the same back to her.

Reinvigorated with thoughts of payback, Elinor made an ascent to her feet faster than most in the crowd thought possible. It was just in time too, as Sheila was already leaping through the ropes and in her direction. Elinor's eyes widened with realization as her mind immediately began processing the incoming attack in the few seconds she had to spare.

Anchoring both her feet deep into the canvas, Elinor braced herself for the upcoming blow. Sheila's shoulder drove into Elinor's midsection hard, forcing a loud grunt to exhale from her battered lungs. The crowd gasped in astonishment as she quickly steadied herself, wrapping her arms around Sheila's body and halting her momentum all together, leaving her suspended mid-air with her ankles on the ropes!

If Elinor hadn't grounded herself just moment before, the blow would have easily knocked her back into the mat. Instead, all it had managed to do was slide the German a few feet backwards, and place her firmly in control. After getting over the initial shock, Elinor began wrapping her arms around Sheila's arm and neck, trapping her upper torso in a lock with the Aussie's ankles still suspended on the ropes.

An ear splitting roar from the German signaled Elinor's return, and with that, she hammered Sheila face first into the mat with a rope hung DDT!

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[BlackAkuma]

‘Brick wall’. Those were the two words that Sheila kept coming to when she thought of Elinor. Well, those two, and ‘snotty’, ‘bitch’, and ‘sugar tits’.

She could say it was well deserved, too, as she’d already had ample chances to smack up against that body and feel how formidable it was, getting a good taste of all that unyielding muscle. Whatever this bitch was doing in the gym, it was paying off.

The Slingshot Spear was one of her best moves. Not a signature, but close. She’d done it enough times to know the way it was supposed to go by heart. She’d crash into her enemy, drop her like a sack of cement, and maybe do a pose after she straddled her. Really milk it for the fans, make it look good.

She got about as far as step one, and then…nothing. Not only did Elinor manage to tank her attack outright, but she snagged Sheila’s head in the process, holding her up with ease. What the hell did they feed this woman?

But that was a distant concern. The more pressing matter was where her feet were, being held up by the ropes, almost as if Elinor was getting ready to…

Aw, crap.

When Sheila figured out what her opponent’s next move was likely to be, she went into panic mode and squirmed about in a desperate bid to get free. It wasn’t happening, though, and there was nothing to stop Elinor from dropping back and drilling her skull into the mat, driving it in deep with the vicious DDT. Sheila bounced off the canvas from the attack, straightened out on her head, then toppled over with an ungraceful flop, coming down hard on her spine. The blow left her brain rattled, and she rolled around on the mat while she caressed her skull and dealt with the pain.

[Baddie]

Elinor could sense Sheila's surprise as her body immediately seized up upon the spear's impact, shocked into stiffness by the honed rigidity of the brute business woman. Her futile squirming only made the moment even sweeter, but it was the monstrous crash into the mat that brought a smile on Elinor's face.

She rolled herself onto her knees and back on her feet in no time. "Tsk, tsk tsk. Now do you know who you're dealing with? Or do you need another reminder?" Elinor gloated over her still writhing opponent. Without waiting for a response, Elinor would aim her bare foot into Sheila's side, smashing her heel repeatedly into the woman's exposed ribcage to punish her for her past indiscretions.

Her last kick would be be a viscous stomp to the side of Sheila's head, satisfying Elinor's desire to keep the girl down for the foreseeable future. Elinor would dig her foot into the Aussies side to make sure she was on the mat face down, already preparing her for her next move.

Elinor placed one leg beneath her opponent's armpit, and bent down to pick up Sheila's arm. She used the anchoring to pivot 360 degrees, wrapping the arm tight around her calf muscle. She bent down once more to grab Sheila's other arm, yanking it upwards to show the crowd the impending results of her handiwork.

With Sheila's shoulder acting as a pivot and with her wrist trapped in Elinor's clutches for leverage, all the Powerhouse Magnate had to do was drop all her weight back at once, pulling Sheila's arm far beyond it's natural extent in her signature stump puller!

Stump Puller

[BlackAkuma]

Okay. This was bad. Sheila’s head felt like it had just taken a sledgehammer shot, and it spoke volumes to her lifestyle choices that she wasn’t speculating on what that would feel like.

But she was okay. She was conscious, more or less. It was just a DDT. She could take a DDT. Took DDTs all the time. Just like falling off a log. All she needed to do was grit her teeth, push her way back up, and…

Elinor was talking again, that was bad. Sheila was having a hard time making sense of what she was saying, what with her brain cells being arranged, but she didn’t like the tone of whatever it was. There was this arrogant, cocky quality to everything she said, and while she was the last person in this arena who could crap to someone for being overconfident, there was something about that accent that made it so much worse.

All she knew was that she needed to get up and she needed to do it now. Determined, driven, she started to push her way up, only for a sharp kick to slice into her sides and drive her back down. Another kick followed, and one after that, and one after that, and Sheila couldn't decide if they were made better or worse by Elinor’s lack of footwear. Whatever the case, they left her gasping and coughing and clutching her sides.

It made her easy prey for what came next, as her arm was seizing and pulled upwards. She tried to yank her arm away, but even if her ribcage hadn’t just been used for a kicking bag, she doubted there was much chance she could have wrenched it free of all that power. There was little she could do as Elinor pulled it around, yanked it back, twisted it between her legs, seized the other arm, and then-

”FUCK!” Sheila’s cries filled the arena as she went rolling away, cradling her arm every inch of the way. That had come close pulling her arm clean out of the socket, way too fucking close, and it left her tendons and muscles with a deep, fiery pain that wouldn’t be going away anytime soon. For now, though, all she could was roll over to her back while she rubbed her aching arm, trying her best to cope with the pain, in too much agony to even think about where her opponent was right now. "Fuckfuck, son of a fucking cunt, cunting fucking shite fuck fuck-"

[Baddie]

If only Elinor had a few extra pounds of muscle to her, or if she had dropped herself backwards with a just a tad more force, she might have broken Sheila's arm right at the joint! And in a match like this, she might've gotten away with it too. With a sigh, Elinor picked herself back upright, content with the sound of her opponent's screams as opposed to that of shattered bone.

"Oh quit you're whining! I didn't even break anything... yet" Elinor scoffed, her every footfall causing a slight tremble in the ring as she made her way to her downed opponent. "About time we get working on that though, don't you think?" Elinor was being sardonic now, an obvious side effect of her growing confidence as the match began panning in her favor.

Bending down, Elinor grabbed onto the same arm she had just nearly ripped clean from the rest of Sheila's body. She yanked it upwards, hoping to drag Sheila up onto her knees while reinvigorating the pain in the joint at the same time. If she was successful, Elinor would then attempt to pick Sheila up with one fell swoop of her arm between the Aussie's legs, using her grip on both of Sheila's limbs to hoist her up onto her shoulders.

To the crowd the motion would have been seamless, as if Sheila weighed nothing in the meaty hands of the German. Opting to give them all a better look, Elinor began a slow promenade around the perimeter of the ring, swiveling her body to better face the crowd and show off the limp opponent draped across her shoulders. The crowd in in all directions went into an immediate uproar, simultaneously booing and cheering on the dominant display.

"You here that bitch? I think they want me to start with your back" Elinor whispered into Sheila's ear. After completing a full rotation around the ring, Elinor made her way back to the center, her opponent still limp across her back. In yet another effortless display of strength, Elinor would forgo her tight grip around Sheila's limbs, instead placing her hands directly underneath Sheila's back and raising her body far above the business babe's head!

Another deafening rounds of hollers would shake the arena to it's core, but she would only suspend Sheila in the air for a few seconds, for unless she found some way to resist, Elinor would soon be sending her plummeting down with frightening speed in yet another signature move: Her tremendous Bleeding Edge Backbreaker!

Bleeding Edge Backbreaker

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila had made a career of tossing her body off of extreme heights and falling onto dangerous surfaces, often taking hits that bordered on fatal and living to fight another day. Backyard wrestling had given her a legendary pain tolerance, and it was absolutely true that she could fight through a good deal more than the average wrestler. It was a big point of pride for her.

But invincible? Not even close. She took pain, just like everyone else, with the only real difference being that she was more capable of pushing through it to get the job done. There was only so much she could do of that with a move like the stump puller, though - and, of course, Elinor had to go after the arm that Sheila had dislocated a year or so ago after a nasty table crash. She’d never recovered from that one 100%, and her vicious move definitely drove that down even further.

She was down, she was aching, but she was in the process of pulling her way up when Elinor came in. All Sheila could do was throw a weak, ineffective punch in the bitch’s cheese-grating abs, before she was hoisted up on her shoulders with disturbing ease. Sure, she wasn’t in Elinor’s weight class to start with, but the strength gap was becoming more and more apparent with every move they performed. Not the best start to things.

Limp, aching, in a wreck, Sheila just hung on for dear life as Elinor made a display out of her, parading her around the ring like a prized trophy. ”And I think they want you to kiss my ass, you fucking cow.” Her response came back through gritted teeth, and it was the best she could think up at the moment, not exactly being in the best position to assert dominance. Still, she hung on as best as she could, until…

Up she went, held high, kept aloft with Elinor’s tremendous strength.

Down she came, coming down on Elinor’s outstretched knee, nearly folding in half on the impact.

Sheila cried out, bounced off, and rolled over to her chest as she kicked legs and rubbed her back, trying hard to alleviate the pain. Her pained wails changed to a croaking, hoarse laugh, though, as she turned her head to the side and looked up at the tormentress. ”That-” She spat off to the side, clearing her mouth out. ”That’s it? All that song-and-dance for a crappy backbreaker? Come on, harder!”

It was probably a weak attempt at getting under Elinor’s skin, since her backbreaker had been pretty damn top notch, but Sheila figured it was worth a shot.

[Baddie]

Elinor only caught a quick glimpse of Sheila's face as she was bent nearly in half over her outstretched knee, but that was all she needed to notice that look of defiance unfettered by pain. Elinor knelt back up and peeked over her opponent, staring emotionlessly as the Aussie groaned and writhed on the mat below, only to descend into a pit of pained laughter.

The reaction caused Elinor's brow to perk up in curiosity, but it didn't surprise her completely. She had pegged the hard-headed oaf as a brawler from the very moment she stepped foot into the ring, and brawlers like her usually didn't last this long unless they had acquired some tolerance... no, taste for pain. Elinor herself took pride in her remarkable endurance, but hers was derived through practice and peak physical conditioning. Sheila was all experience.

Staring down at her still able opponent, Elinor stroked her chin with renewed interest in the match. Breaking Sheila was going to be even more fun than she thought, especially if she managed to last long enough for Elinor to show off all kinds of new tricks in her debut, and the blonde's defiant cry for more only encouraged Elinor to oblige.

After all, if there was anything she had learned in business, it was that if at first you don't succeed, try, try again.

Without another word, Elinor swooped in to pick up Sheila once again, this time placing her into the torture rack position above her shoulders. Cranking downwards against Sheila's chin and legs, Elinor repeatedly strained the Aussie's spine against the back of her neck.

"You want harder, I'll give you harder!" The German woman roared, pumping the torture rack one last time before throwing her opponent straight up into the air. At the same time, she would drop down to the mat herself, landing with both knees tucked and pointed straight above. If Elinor's torture rack backstabber went well, then Sheila would have no other place to land than Elinor's jarring knees!

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