Kaelara Tripathi Vs. Nadia Carter - Unforseen Education
Posted: Wed May 06, 2026 2:57 am
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."
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."
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!"
*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."
Spoiler

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."
Spoiler

"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!"
