Avril Lavigne vs Ariana

not much to say on this one. returning customer for a celeb fight

The club was electric that night; full of flashing lights and energy from everyone, between the mood, the music and the alcohol. People were even a bit more excited due to the attendants, the club famous for being one of the hottest LA party spots, and so a frequent hangout for various celebrities in the area. Avril Lavigne was one such big name that came to the club often, often addressed by fans and admirers of her music and looks alike. She wore a stylish pink dress that showed off her body without coming off too trashy (if you asked her, of course). She was at least able to minimize the flirts, since she was there with her husband Chad Kroeger at her side.

Of course, they weren't the only big names under the same roof that night. Also at the bar was Ariana, out partying with some of her girlfriends. Ariana went more casual than Avril had, wearing tight jeans and a black t-shirt, matching the look of most of her girls.

The trigger for the whole event finally came when Avril went to the bathroom, leaving her husband to fend for himself at the bar. Seeing the available piece of manmeat (whether or not she knew who he was wish would remain unclear), Ariana excused herself from her friends and made her way down to get friendly with Chad for a while. Naturally, Avril came back before long, and the scene had her seeing red.

"What the hell, bitch!?" Avril exploded at the intruding Ariana as she stormed up to the bar. "The fuck you think you're doing, you little punkass wannabe!? Coming in here like a man-stealing slut!? The fuck you get off?!" She approached the bar and kept walking, giving a light, daring shove into Ariana's chest as she turned to face her. Ariana looked more surprised than afraid, and Avril leaned in to get into her face.

"Alright, back the fuck up and quit your squawking, chicken bitch!" Ariana cut her off sharply, getting right back into Avril's face in return. "Believe me, if I knew the guy had been inside your washed up, unwashed cunt, I wouldn't have gone near him for all the diseases he must be swimming in. Might want to get checked out there, Chad, because when she's out on tour, she sure doesn't get all those crowds of boys with her singing, if you get me."

That seemed to be the tipping point for Avril Lavigne, snapping into a wordless growl and sent a bitchslap flying at Ariana's face. With the huge windup, though, Ariana saw it coming and took a step back, letting Avril's swing go wildly past her face, doing nothing but putting herself off balance. Ariana didn't wait for her to get upright and try again, shooting a fist straight into Avril's belly button.

The self-proclaimed punk queen spat out a squeaking wheeze as the strong suckerpunch perfectly knocked the air from her lungs. Her vision blurred a moment before she fell to her hands and knes, hurt and letting out weak coughing and choking noises as she tried to get her breathing straight again.

People around them backed off and gasped, raising a general ruckus as Ariana went for some payback from the attempted smack. "You wanna go, little dyke?!" she snapped, throwing a sharp kick into Avril's ribs. It got a pained grunt out of her as what little air she'd regained left her again. "That all you got, badass bitch!?" She drew back her leg for another shoe into the ribs when Chad stepped in between the women, getting his bigger body in the way of the swing.

Ariana stopped herself from hitting the man she'd been flirting with moments ago. She tried to feint a way around him, but Chad put out his arms protectively, catching her eye seriously to try and get her to stop. "Fine!" Arianna shouted. "Hide behind your man, you no talent twat! Can't take a punch and can't sing for shit, is that it!? I will fuck you up, Lavigne! You hear me?! FUCK you UP!" She kept shouting trash talk and pelting Avril with insults rather the kicks and punches until her girlfriends finally started to pull her back. She was finally dragged kicking and screaming far enough that Chad was able to turn back to his wife. She was still on the floor near the bar, holding her chest and getting her air back, but dizzy and lightheaded enough that she was having trouble standing.

"It's alright, I've got you," he assured, taking her arm and helping her finally get back on her feet after the single-handed humiliation. People bustled around to make sure that the young star was alright alongside him.

The internet was buzzing with the "news" of their throwdown. Countless blogs, tweets, and online news headlines showed reports along the lines of "Ariana Attacks Avril!" and "Avril Beaten In Celeb Bar Brawl" and "Ariana Found Flirting With Married Man! Read About the Explosive Results!"

It was impossible to disprove the event either. As if all the word of mouth wasn't enough, numerous people got shots of the incident on their smartphones, getting all manner of pics of as many angles. They flooded the net, either getting sold to news sites or posted proudly on social media about their celebrity encounter. Many of them featured Avril down on all fours, some of them with the thrashing or threatening Ariana being dragged or held back.

Avril was asked about the incident on several fronts, and when she was finally asked in a public interview, she couldn't bear to let out that she'd been taken out in one punch and saved by her husband to anyone.

"Like she could ever beat me!? Please! That no-talent loser got me from behind! She gets in a lucky shot when I'm not looking and runs away before I can get my hands on her, and everyone's acting like she's hot shit! If it were a straight-up fight, I'd have kicked that bitch's ass!"

Ariana was fuming at her entire reply. All those lies and insults and challenges wound her up into a swearing fit when she first caught wind of it. She got her agent on the line and with enough shouting, had her own forum for her public reply.

"I can't believe how pathetic you are! All shit  talk when you're miles away from me, but can't do nothing but fall on your ass and hide behind your man! You're lucky they got me off you, or I'd have beat you all over that club. In fact, I'm calling you out! I'll fight you anywhere, any time you want, and I'll still break your fat ass in front of all the witnesses you want!"

Only then did Avril really recognize what she was getting into. Ariana was out for blood and wanted to demolish her reputation as badly as she did her face. Avril just wanted to weasel out of the whole event so that people would forget about it, and she'd just been stoking the flames of Ariana's rage. She needed a way to back out of this.

"Much as I'd love to kick your scrawny bitch ass, some of us still have a career. I've got so much work and appearances, I'm booked for months, so no way I could fit that little pillow fight of yours in to my busy schedule."

And that would be that. Avril had her excuse, and she did have a number of tours, signings and appearances to make her appear as busy as she claimed, and still leave some room for her usual partying on the side. All she had to do was avoid Ariana until she had cooled off.

So long as Ariana let it go, anyway, which was the last thing on her mind. She wasn't about to be brushed off that easily, let alone in such an insulting manner. Ariana stopped by the bar they'd briefly clashed in before, but no one had seen her since the incident. She was intentionally avoiding her, and knowing that Ariana went there as much as she did, Avril was partying somewhere else instead.

Not ready to let her get off that easily, she continued to ask around. Before long, she found one of the high end party clubs in LA where they'd seen Avril the last few nights with her husband. Ariana just grinned and asked to speak with the manager about an unbeatable idea she was about to offer him.

Late in the same week as the initial conflict, Avril was looking to let out some of the pressure she'd been going through. There'd been no sign oof Ariana so far, and no backlash on any media she could find. Chad assured her that she was taking it too seriously, and that it would blow over soon enough.

As they entered the club, a few things were very apparent. There was no one dancing on the floor, most of the people lingering around the bar or various tables. Even then, those people seemed plenty excited to be there, and the place was crowded, even for a Friday night. It would seem that word had gotten out about the reason for the lack of dancing space: a full blown boxing ring set up in the middle of the floor. They gave it some odd looks, but chose to ignore it for now as they headed for the bar itself.

They'd ordered and started on their drinks when they heard a spotlight snap on and shine down on the ring. Avril nearly choked on her drink when she heard Ariana's voice come over a mic as the music died down.

"About time you showed up," Ariana purred into the mic with wicked glee. She paced slowly in one corner, wearing a silver bikini on her slim but shapely body. "I knew you'd try to hide from me. That you'd be too scared to show up anywhere I'd call you out. But now you're here, I'm here, and there's a break in your precious schedule!" She jerked a thumb over her shoulder at the ring. "Let's dance, you little punk bitch! I'm ready for you."

The crowd cheered and whistled encouragement for the celeb showdown, Avril going a bit pale as she realized what was happening. She was cornered, and would have to bluff her way out of this fight in person.

"I can't!" Lavigne insisted, waving her hands defensively to the urging crowd and her glaring rival. "I'm dressed for the club, not a fight. I don't have a slutty outfit like you to wrestle in, so you can't expect me to compete like this!"

There were some consenting murmurs from the crowd before Ariana replied. "Guess you're right. You sucked so bad last time in that outfit." This got some laughs from the crowd while Ariana snapped her fingers just over the ring ropes. A girl dressed as a referee handed off something to her, which she threw at Ariana. She caught it and found it to be a gold, glittery bikini in just her size. "So you can wear that. No excuses, right? Oh, and at least use the changing room out back. No matter how much you want it, nobody wants to see your fat ass naked."

Ariana blushed and frowned at her angrily, but made her way backstage. This many witnesses and a fair and open challenge, she couldn't let herself be seen backing down.

Soon enough, both women were in the ring and in their bikinis, getting all manner of catcalls and cheers for their looks. Avril decided that her only chance was to act on Ariana's strategy from last time; hit her dirty and early, slow her down so she can capitalize for the rest of the match. One of the club's staff rang a bell to cue them to start. There was no real ending point determined before the match, but Ariana was sure it would be obvious when she was finished with her.

Avril came out quickly, light on her feet rather than blindly charging in like last time. She was playing it more tactically, or cowardly by some points of view. She made sure to move in quicker than Ariana, then throw in a punch as fast as she saw an opening. Ariana blocked the paler girl's punch and leaned back from it expertly, then dodged her upper body back as a second wild swing missed her. Avril felt like she had Ariana on the run, smiling a bit more confidently when she was on the offensive end of things.

"Can't run forever, Ari," she teased. "You made your bed, now you sleep in it."

"I heard you do ANYTHING but sleep in bed," Ariana shot back, and right when Avril's lips twisted in a sneer at the comment, Arian threw a slap that cracked across the distracted, twisting face. It shocked Avril a moment as Arian gave a boastful "HA!" at her expense, just succeeding in getting her angrier and more aggressive. Avril's punches kept coming up short, pursuing Ariana as she practically danced around the ring, eluding her.

She finally worked Ariana into a corner, the tanner of the songstresses seeming to realize she was trapped. Avril saw her opening and lunged in with a hard straight, but Ariana still saw it a mile away and ducked down and to one side, letting her fist thump right into the pads of the ringpost behind her. “AH!” Avril gave a sharp cry, clutching her hand and leaving herself wide open for Ariana to step in behind her, grabbing her hair and throwing several sharp blows under her ribs and into her sides. Avril grunted loudly from the blows, grabbing at the ropes as she leaned forward and kicking back, trying to drive off Ariana but just getting tangled in her legs. She was only now starting to realize just how tired out she was getting, all those missed blows and chasing the fleet-footed Ariana starting to weigh down her limbs ever so slightly. She had to fight back harder and faster, and it was all going to be uphill at this rate.

Avril gave a sharp shove in Ariana's chest, launching herself away from her opponent while Ariana hardly budged, both girls jiggling a bit from the push.

"What's the matter? Too soft around the middle to take a punch?" Ariana mocked, working up the crowd to her side as she grinned impishly at Avril. The words stung Avril along with her throbbing ribs, trying to move in and fake out Ariana with her left before throwing a big uppercut at her jaw. Ariana was still quick enough to shove the left away before dodging around the right, leaving Avril wide open for a one-two set of fists across the face. Her eyes rolled briefly as she was dumbstruck, falling dizzily flat on the mat.

"Wow, out with what, five punches? REAL badass, Lavigne!" Ariana boasted to the crowd. Avril rubbing her jaw and moaned as she started to push herself up to her elbows, but Ariana wasn't about to let her lounge around, and there was no Chad to stop her now. She stepped on top of her back, getting a quick cry from Avril as she used her as a doormat. Ariana dug her bare heels into her spine a bit before she started stomping up and down, getting a long pained scream from Avril. It got some cheers from the crowd, and some laughs as Avril's drawn out screaming vibrated from the rapid trampling Ariana gave her.

"It's like you’ve got built in auto tune! Still sounds better than your actual singing!" Ariana mocked, finally stepping off to leave Avril moaning and holding her largely bared back. Avril staggered up slowly, her curvy young body apparently not built to take a lot of damage and keep on ticking. She pushed herself back to all fours, and by the looks of it only achieved this by Ariana posing and parading around the ring. She forced herself back to her feet, Ariana’s backers shouting warnings for her but she didn’t need them, since Avril

"It's like built in autotune! Still sounds better than your actual singing!" Ariana mocked, finally stepping off to leave Avril moaning and holding her largely bared back. Avril staggered up slowly, her curvy young body apparently not built to take a lot of damage and keep on ticking. She pushed herself back to all fours, and by the looks of it only achieved this by Ariana posing and parading around the ring. She forced herself back to her feet, Ariana’s backers shouting warnings for her but she didn’t need them, since Avril looked a bit punch drunk and unsteady on her feet as exhaustion was taking its toll.

Ariana still turned back with a wiggle of her hips for the crowd (which hooted in approval back) on her way back towards Avril. She stretched her fingers lazily, giving Avril time to bring her arms up in a clumsy defense... only for Ariana to proceed as if she didn't even notice and shoot her fist right through her guard. Avril got clocked in the nose and staggered, letting Ariana march after her, winding up and swinging a hammer blow into her gut and knocking the wind right out of her, just like at the club scene that started it all.

"Jeez, fatass! Winded again? You're really getting out of shape, you lazy little cunt!" Ariana taunted fearlessly as Avril hugged her stomach and bent over, coughing pathetically. "Well at least we figured out a way to shut you up!"

Avril backed away, waving a hand as she wheezed for air. "Wait... no, please! Time out! Can't breathe!" Ariana stopped following her, holding up her hands in a sign of stopping, smiling derisively before she swung the open hand to smack Avril across the face with a loud, crowd-stunning slap. Avril spun all entirely backward from the slap, dizzy and light on her feet as she turned around again, punching wildly at Ariana's chest. Ariana held up her hands again, this time show the crowd that Avril was so punch drunk and desperate, that she didn't even have to dodge to avoid her blow, letting her miss and hit nothing but air.

"That your plan, you teenage has-been?" Arian mocked, grabbing her by the hair firmly and getting a pained whine out of Avril. "Knock me out with your stink alone?!" Avril pulled at Ariana's hands and tried retreating, but the grip along was stronger than she was, and she was dragged around the ring by her hair, forced to bend double to minimize the agony in her scalp. When she felt like she had enough space, Ariana yanked harder and spun around, whipping Avril after her with a pained scream, bare feet scrambling just to remain standing. Ariana got a few full rotations before she swung extra hard and then let go, actually getting Avril airborne as she tripped over her feet at the sudden stop. She stopped even more suddenly as she crashed down tits first into the mat, bouncing once completely off the mat before landing in a heap in her corner.

"10 point landing!" Ariana cheered loudly. The crowd was eating it up, apart from a few diehard fans of Avril's and of course, Chad, fretting at ringside. "Baby, stay down," Chad urged at ringside, banging a palm on the mat to try and get her attention over the booming crowd.

"Come on, get up! I know I kick ass, but gotta give em a show! Oh wait, I forgot you're a fucking awful entertainer!"

Avril crawled on her hands and knees for the ropes, trying to drag herself up as one hand held onto her aching breasts.

"Quit feeling yourself up and fight, fatass!" Ariana snapped, sending a barefooted kick into Avril's ass to send her stumbling back off balance, arms and head resting on the middle rope in a dazed mess, her clearly battered and dazed face painfully close to her fans and husband. "See what you get when you mess with perfection, bitch!?" Ariana laughed as the crowd got a good look at her handiwork. "This how you do when you can't run or lie your way out of trouble, you stupid litte shitrag! Surprised you didn't have a heart attack with all that clumsy elephant stomping around on stage you call dancing!"

Ariana send a kick to Avril's lower back, getting her to scream in front of the crowd and grab onto the ropes, desperately trying to get back up but her feet slipping out from under her. Ariana gave her a few more stomps before grabbing her by the bare feet, trying to drag her away from the ropes but Avril wrapping her arms around the chords to try and hug onto them for dear life.

"No! Don't! Let go! STOOOOOP!" Avril wailed as she was stretched out by the pull on her legs, putting more pressure on her aching arms and her ass starting to show to the laughing crowd as her legs were stretched and spread by the pull and her pathetic position.

"So you got the energy to bitch, but not fight back, huh? Guess you're as much a fraidy cat as you are a big-mouthed weakling!" Ariana leaned back sharply enough to make herself stumble a few steps, but finally pulling so hard that Avril snapped off the ropes. Gravity took over from there and made her crash on her face with a husky grunt, whimpering and holding her aching face. Chad seemed unable to take it anymore, leaving ringside to head for the bar.

Ariana laughed at her foe's pitiful state, crouching down by her head and yanking up on her hair to make her face her. "God, you have no idea how pathetic you look right now," she growled with her wicked grin right in Avril's face. She motioned with a wave of her fingers at her dizzied foe. "Come on. I'll prove it. Free shot, right here."

Avril took a moment to register this, then another just to muster her strength. Her few remaining backers cheered her on to take it, and crush her with a comeback, Avril finally clenching a fist and swinging it to smack across Ariana's face. It bounced back a bit, but she stayed standing (or squatting, as it were) and her head snapped back. The anger on her face made Avril's soft stomach sink and her swelling face wince in immediate fear of the pain to come.

"Had to go for the face, huh you little piggy!?" Ariana growled, winding up a fist when she heard something beside her. She looked down to see a towel at her side, then up to see Chad leaning under the ropes. He'd run off, but only to grab a spare rag from the bartender and throw the towel in for his girl. "There. Let her go. She's done! Stop the fight." he insisted firmly, almost a threatening tone to it.

Ariana looked between him, the towel, and his powerless lover, then smiled wide once again, laughing at his stern face. "Thanks for that, asshole! Now I've got a new toy for my toy!" She unwrapped the towel, wrapping it around Avril's neck and tying a crude knot. Avril clawed at it weakly, but the towel her husband had picked out too thick and firm to undo quickly. Ariana pulled on it hard, making Avril gag and her tongue roll out, eyes bugging and coughing and drooling over the rag. "You can thank your boy for this part!" Ariana laughed at the choking girl. "You picked a real keeper, smart guy like that! See how GOOD a job he did!?" She yanked on the towel harder, Avril's face turning a nasty shade of red as Ariana started walking away from her, letting the knot grow tighter with their distance. Avril had to let go of the towel just to crawl on all fours closer to her, giving Ariana just what she'd wanted; a crowd of flashing camera phones watching her strut around the ring in her shiny bikini, Avril Lavigne forced to crawl behind her like a dog on a leash or suffer further pain and loss of air.

"Come on, get up! I know I kick ass, but you gotta give em a show! Oh wait, I forgot you're a fucking awful entertainer!" Ariana spit derisively on the downed entertainer, but Avril was so sore and humiliated, curled up holding her chest, that she couldn't even tell.

"Look who's the new slutty bitch around town, everybody!" Arian laughed as she showed off her freshest victim, too weak and slow and beaten silly to stop her. "Thought she could beat the hottest piece of ass in town, and this is where you end up! A broken, pathetic little slut!" She ranted as she made a full lap around the ring, Avril finally getting a moment to loosen her "collar" and plead out, tears in her eyes and saliva backed up in her throat.

"Please... stop it! I can't take it... god, stop, I hurt so baaad!" She didn't care that she sounded like a distressed child, she couldn't stand another second of the beatdown.

"For a chick with no stamina, you really never shut up!" Ariana yanked up on the towel, forcing Avril to stumble to her feet. Ariana removed it roughly and shoved Avril into a corner, shuddering as her back hit the ringpost with a thump. Her body instinctively settled back against the ropes and turnbuckles for a moment's rest, only to be interrupted by a huge, echoing smack as Ariana wound up and buried a fist in her belly. Her fat rippled over her skin as her mouth and eyes fell wide open, her body rocking against the corner and going utterly limp, her propped up arms all that kept her standing. It was enough to seal that she wanted to quit instantly, gagging for air as it felt like Ariana had punched clean through her stomach and hit the ringpost instead. Her entire stomach and even her back exploded in agony and felt like it wouldn't stop throbbing all night.

"Damn, that felt good! For me, of course. All that soft flab around that gut makes it great for punching!"

And then she hit her again. And again, and again, each punch drawing out a huge scream from Avril, Arian grinding her fist into her each time to ruin the performer's bruised flesh even further.

"You make me feel like such an artist, painting you black and blue! Gorgeous and talented! You're lucky you've got such a queen diva to beat the shit out of you rather than some random gutter trash like you usually hang out with, or some tasteless fan of your music! Not like all those smart cuties who listen to EM."

Avril's pale skin was a big purple-red stain where Ariana kept winding up and delivering her full force fists like a speeding truck into her gut. Avril was so paralyzed with overloading pain she never managed to move from that spot.

As Ariana rubbed her knuckles and smirked at her work, reading a fifth belly buster, Avril managed to get her sobs and wheezing breaths under control enough to cry out.

"Chaaaad! Please! He- help me!" she pleaded, eyes tearing and sputtering as the beating to her abs made even breathing hurt. Her stomach felt like it was in so much pain that it had popped inside her. "My sto- my stomach, Chad! She's killing me! I can't breathe! Hurts so fucking bad! I... I can't... can't walk..."

Her legs fumbled awkwardly underneath her, exagerating her condition, perhaps, but still looking an awful mess. Chad couldn't risk her life over her stupid bet. At her pleading, he climbed up onto the ring apron and started to pull apart the ropes.

Ariana whipped around to face him, staring daggers at the interfering husband before he could step foot into the ring. "Watch it, bitchboy!" she shouted, aiming a warning finger at him. "You step one foot in this ring and I'll tear this bitch wide open. I'll let everyone here see her slutty body, from her sagging tits to her fat ass to her diseased sluthole! Everyone will see the ugly little shit you call a wife that you fuck every night like a whore!"

Chad hesitated on the apron, getting some boos and "do it!" shouts, but relented as he dropped back to the floor of the club, getting cheers as it signaled the beating to continue without Chad to interfere. Avril was still a rag doll in her corner, glassy-eyed and drooling as she touched her swelling lip and rubbed her sensitive stomach.

Ariana smirked at the retreating Chad proudly, then turned to take hold of Avril again. She wrapped a hand around her throat, pushing her back against the corner once again as she raised a clenched fist. "Time to finish you, wannabe. You AND your career. Where to start... black eye, split lip... maybe put some teeth out..." She touched her fist lightly against the locations as she suggested them, as if sizing up where to put her fist exactly. "Or just work on your head til I start busting your skull in..."

Avril just shook her head, sobbing and crying openly in the face of her stronger adversary. "Please... no..." she choked out. "I'm sorry I said all that shit. I'll never bother you again. Don't kill me, please! Don't hurt me anymore! I'm hurt so bad... I need a doctor!"

"You need to shut the fuck up, you ugly little cunt!" Ariana shouted at her, shaking her by the neck forcefully. "I'm tired of your shit, and you're not getting away with this one! You act like such a spoiled little princess, when you're just a fucking useless whore!" Ariana wound up her fist, her arm visibly tensing as she clenched her muscles into her heaviest swing he had aimed for her face. "Say good night, fugly!!"

Ariana suddenly froze, confused as she felt something against her feet. She almost expected to see Chad, or maybe him throwing something else into the ring, but she shifted her feet and felt something fluid. She looked down and saw a growing puddle, scanning its source before seeing that it was coming from Avril. She was frozen in fear against the ringpost, eyes wide and looking paralyzed as her instincts kicked in and focused on pissing herself in fright.

Ariana couldn't help but smile, and that smile grew into a hysterical laugh, stepping back and pointing out the pissy mess on the ring mat, letting the rest of the world see what was happening.

"OMG! You're actually pissing your panties!!" Ariana cackled loudly, the rest of the crowd laughing and jeering as more cameras caught the event on film and started uploading it instantly to the web. Chad could only blush and try to look away, no chance of stopping all the cameras in this big of a crowd.

"Fuck, I knew your singing was shit, but I guess it was PISS all along!" Ariana cackled louder, holding her stomach with laughter rather than pain, like Avril. "Is that how you get your man off, skank?! Wet yourself like a baby and pretend you're squirting!?" She stepped closer to Avril to give her a derisive shove, Avril stumbling but cowering in the corner fearfully, still unwilling to fight back after this new level of humiliation killing her pride and any will she had left to resist.

"Well!" Ariana bumped her fist lazily against Avril's chin, as if a friendly welcome rather than the power blows she'd been hitting her with. Avril still winced away, from how sensitive the blows had made her face. "Looks like you didn't NEED my help to ruin your career after that one! You did a real bang-up job all by your bedwetting self!" She gave her a firm pat on the cheek before suddenly smashing her foot up, tagging Avril right in her bruised lump of a gut.

"UGHHK!" Avril gave one more sickly gag, Ariana stepping back to let her collapse into the ring, landing in a shivering mess in the middle of her own pool of urine, sobbing and twitching as it smeared over her skin. Ariana ignored her all the same, going to the ropes nearby. She smirked briefly over at Chad before motioning to her friends, one of them passing her cell phone off to her. She aimed it at her, walking around Avril to catch her destruction and humiliation from every angle. She knelt down in front of her, outside the reach of the urine, posing in her bikini and arching her back to thrust out her hips and chest proudly. She pouted up her lips and made sure the camera could still see who it was and her weeping face stained with her own juices. Then she snapped a selfie.

She flicked at her phone to load it to Twitter in front of the cheering crowd, all of whom would see the picture uploaded later under the title "When you mess with Ariana Grande..." (#pissbitch). Content with that, she tucked the phone into her cleavage and stood with a foot mounted on Avril's chest, flattening her soft and jiggling boobs while waving for the crowd to join in counting her out with a 1-2-3 for the pin.

"1! 2! ...3!!!" The bell rang again over the speakers, blasting some of Ariana's music overhead as she took her time striking sexy and cocky poses over her enemy for the hundreds of flashing cameras. She finally gives the motionless, miserable Avril the finger with both hands before turning sharply and marching outside the ring. "Go ahead," she said without even looking up at Chad as she addressed him. "You can go be a man for once and save your wimpy wife." She didn't even look back at his shocked reaction as she left to get changed, making her way through the throng of adoring fans that had seen her pay back Avril Lavigne by ruining her life.

Trish Stratus vs Victoria, Hardcore Match

another fresh commission, as the work piles in. all the better, since I just bought my girlfriend her wedding ring, partly in thanks to these fans and customers. This time is one actually based on actual wrestlers! Fun new change of pace, to get back to the classics. honest confession, I really didn't watch much wrestling at all. I caught bits and pieces across the room when my dad or brother watched it, then caught my interest when I learned there were women wrestling. i still really just keep it down to youtube clips and the like, but love the atmosphere of it all. even had a recent talk with a friend about how I can't stand to watch wrestling, but I love a wandering luchador as a trope character. some day I hope to find an rpg (getting into those a lot lately) run by a friend where I can play El Grande.

The crowd was faintly booming out in the stadium, the fans a distant vibration through Trish Stratus' walls. Her match was a several more into the card, so she was just out of her shower and starting to get dressed and warmed up. Her tight black shorts and bra were on, but her matching leathery top and boots discarded neatly nearby. They were laid out by her attendants, because she knew she was a star of the women's division. It why she had her own private dressing room and bathroom, while most of the ladies were stuck using their own locker room. She was adjusting her blond locks in the mirror when she saw the door slam open behind her.

Her rival stood in the doorway, the dark-haired Victoria. She was already in her red two-piece wrestling gear, Trish feeling shocked and vulnerable for a moment before snapping "The fuck are you doing in here!?"

"Came for a little friendly warning," Vicky grinned at her, storming into the dressing room and getting into Trish's face. The blond stood her ground, glaring daggers back at the interrupting opponent. "If you want to stay in this league with a shred of dignity left, you'll bow out of next week’s match. You think you're hardcore? You think you're badass, little Barbie? You ain't got the guts for MY kind of match!"

That’s right. She’d hardly thought about it yet. After this week, there WAS to a hardcore match next week, with almost anything legal once that bell rang. No DQ. It would go on until one woman was out cold, pinned, or screaming their surrender. It wasn't Trish's usual, but she was champ material and a star of the league. She wasn't about to be scared off by just another league brawler.

"I'm every bit as badass, fatass!" Trish shot back. "I can take whatever you can dish out."

"Please!" Vicky cackled. "You've barely chipped a nail, let alone cracked a rib." She stepped closer to the blond wrestler, who still didn't back down, letting her bump her breast into hers. She lowered her voice to an almost sensual level. "You have no idea how much I'm going to love tearing you to pieces in the middle of my ring on Raw. There's no refs for you fuck and hide behind this time." She grinned wickedly as she locked eyes with Trish.

"Is that all?" Trish replied fearlessly, the wrestlers' chests nearly touching at their intimately tense moment. "You came here to run your big mouth and hope you'd scare me?"

"Yea, that's about it," Victoria smirked back at her. "Looks like I did my job just fine."

Trish rolled her eyes, largely unphased by the intruder as she started to return to getting dressed.

"Oh yea, almost forgot one thing." Trish looked back up at her, turning to face her again just as Victoria leaned on one knee suddenly, slamming a fist into Trish's crotch. The blond's lovely face erupted in shocked pain, her eyes and mouth popping wide open as she fell over to the floor of her dressing room.

Victoria leaned down to grab her by the hair, bending down to her level and hissing in her ear. "I'll see you in the ring, bitch!" she insisted before letting Trish drop back into her near fetal position, slowly crawling to her feet as Victoria stomped out of her room.

The week went on with both women readying and training at the gym. Finally, Victoria's name was boomed over the roaring crowd, strutting down the runway towards the ring with with a bold, toothy grin. She was back in her wrestling gear from last week, and confident in her inevitable victory. She'd readied and trained herself to destroy the blond in front of all her fans and show them and the league who was truly the most dangerous diva on Raw. She scaled the steps into the ring, ducking between the ropes and holding her hands up, waving on the crowd to encourage their continued cheers and whistles.

The entrance music changed as Trish came out, a wiggle in her hips and a glare in her eyes centered right at Vicky. The darker-haired wrestler paced in her side of the ring with her hands on her hips, smirking right back at the irate Trish. Trish had plenty of claps and cheers, sparing the crowd a few waves and smiles in return but keeping her red-got glare centered on Victoria. She slid in under the ropes, leaning her palms on her knees eagerly and rewarding the fans with a tasteful peek at her cleavage.

The ladies didn't have long to wait. As Trish's music died down, the bell rang and both women circled the ring rapidly, trying to subtly outmaneuver the other enough to catch them off guard. When neither succeeded for several seconds, they both rushed for eachother. Their hands went in for a lock up, braced against eachothers' shoulders and shoving and jockeying for position.

Victoria took the initiative first by grabbing a handful of blond, yanking back on Trish' head and getting a quick shout of pain from her, arching her head back to try and ease the pressure. It was all Vic needed to take a pace back and ram her knee into Trish's stomach, forcing her to bend back over with a loud "UFF!" Vic wrapped an arm around her neck, the other staying securely latched onto her hair like a crude leash to keep Trish stuck in the headlock.

"I'm just getting warmed up, Barbie!" Victoria crowed at her, cranking at her neck a bit more. Trish grabbed at her midsection blindly, but managed to find her way around her lean figure enough to wrap her arms around her waist, charging forward and plowing into Vicky's stomach. It didn't have much of an impact, but it did power into Victoria like a football player, hurling them both into the corner with Vic sandwiched between Trish's shoulder.

"AUGGH!" The dirtier diva blurted out as her back was slammed into the turnbuckle, immediately losing her grip on Trish to grab the ropes with one hand, the other tenderly cradling her stomach. Trish also grabbed onto the ropes, cornering the stunned Victoria and allowing herself to yank on the rubbery ropes, spiking her shoulder into her upper abdomen with far more momentum than before. "OUFFF!" Vic gave another big grunt, a bit of saliva flying from her lips as her body bent from the blow.

Trish stepped further back this time, letting go of her grip on the ropes, crouching down a bit to size up the rising Victoria. Just as the woman started to stand fully upright, Trish charged and swung her boot up high, the sole bashing her in the face and dropping Victoria down to the mat holding her face and slowly rolling in a daze.

"That'll teach you!" Trish shouted down at the stunned opponent for the crowd to hear, thrusting a finger accusingly at her. "Don't mess with me, you dirty bitch!" The commentators mused over how she may have still been a bit steamed from the low blow from last week.

Still a bit hazy, Victoria didn't seem to rise fast enough for the blond's liking. She grabbed Vic by the arm, yanking hard to force her up and fling her into the farthest set of ropes. Vicky's toned body bounced off the taut chords, breasts jiggling coming and going as she rocketed back towards Trish. She had enough wits about her to throw an arm out for a clothesline into Trish's neck.

The blond still saw it coming, ducking quickly under it and letting Vic hit the opposite ropes, waiting for her when she rebounded again... right into Trish' waiting arms. She seized Victoria and hefted her up by her neck and waistline of her bottoms, suplexing the darker fighter into the mat so hard she bounced a solid inch off the ring. Vic arched her back, lovely face wincing and her mouth hanging open in shocked, numbing agony.

"Get up!" Trish insisted aggressively, waving her hands at Victoria daringly. Vic waved a hand at her pleadingly, unable to get her breath back to actually reply verbally. Trish threw a stomp into her ribs for good measure, making the sluggishly rising Vic flop back to the mat. "I said up, bitch! Thought you were 'hardcore!"

Trish paced around the dizzied Victoria, legitimately letting her rise this time. Vicky seemed to milk it for all it was worth, trying to get her wits and footing back under control. She got her boots back under her as she rubbed her back once more, starting to take up a wrestling stance when Trish zipped in, capitalizing on her opening by grabbing her by the wrist and twisting, trying to press her into an armbar.

Victoria's face twisted in pain, bending down and trying to contort her body to minimize the pain. She grit her teeth to keep from screaming as her joints were worked over, bracing her legs and reaching up to pull and press at Trish's offending fingers. It was really just a halfway point for Vicky, though, and as soon as Trish leaned into the hold for more pressure, her painted nails reached up to rake across Trish's lovely face.

Trish's head whipped back instinctively, too late to keep the claws from raking her eyes. She rubbed her watering eyes as she staggered back, Victoria running at her blinded blond body and leaping up to grab her head and spike her face into the mats below. Vic let her bounce her face and tits off the mat before settling back down, the dark wrestler climbing onto her back and pressing her knee into her spine, grabbing Trish by the arm and pulling it into a chicken wing behind her back. Trish gave out a high pitched cry, beating her palm on the mat furiously to try and vent some of the pain.

"Come on!" Vicky barked loudly in her ear. "Give up!" She cranked the elbow joint out of shape some more. "Give up before I rip it off, blondy!"

Trish shook her head, bravely enduring the pain and starting to dig her boots and hips into the mat, pushing herself towards the ropes. Seeing her resistance, Victoria stepped up her cruelty a bit by raising the arm, reducing the pressure on the hold but allowing her to bite into Trish's fingers, getting a shrill scream out of the heroine of the league, her boots smashing into the mat as well like a pained tantrum.

Victoria grinned wickedly with her teeth bared (and wrapped around Trish's fingertips) before finally releasing the hold, throwing the arm down roughly. Trish curled up a bit to cradle the limb protectively under her body, rubbing the pain from her hand.

As she laid there distracted by her pain, Victoria gave her a quick stomp to the back of her head, making sure she was good and down before she slid out of the ring.

Victoria left her opponent reeling in pain as she flipped up the ring apron, digging around underneath. The announcers took the time to confirm that it was a hardcore match, and so "perfectly legal" in this situation. Vic came out after a few seconds with a steel folding chair, tossing the apron shut behind her and sliding the classic wrestler's weapon into the ring.

Trish had managed to get into a sitting position, still groggy and holding her sore back when Victoria appeared in front of her. The darker fighter lined up and slammed the bottom of the chair forward, using the center bar to slam into Trish' throat. The lovely blond let out a sharp gag and fell backward, the chair still pressing down in her like a dull guillotine on her windpipe. Trish's eyes bugged out, kicking and thrashing wildly as she pushed up on the chair's end, trying to afford herself what breathing space she could under the relentless steel and Vicky's pressing muscles. But gravity and the element of surprise was on Vic's side, so Trish's struggles proved all but fruitless.

Vic finally relented and pulled back up on the chair, letting Trish grab at her throat and roll over, coughing and gasping for air as her pretty face went through a few of the uglier colors it had in its palette. She rolled over to face upward again, just for Victoria to toss the chair down at her. It hit with a quick and startling (but harmless) clatter over her head, just for Vicky to jump up deliver a leg drop on top of it, smashing the metal into her face. Trish flopped underneath it, laying motionless under the chair.

Vicky laughed loud and proud at her limp body, getting back up and giving a thumbs down at Trish's body, as if declaring her death in a coliseum battle. "Real fucking badass, huh?!" she crowed to the crowd, many cheering her but Trish's loyalest fans and the face-loving crowd booing her. "One good chair shot all it takes to put down the princess?!" Vicky leaned down and took hold of Trish's listless arm, lifting it up and letting it drop to indicate she was out cold. The crowd boos and can't believe it, Vic laughing again and lifting her arm. Officially 3 drops meant she was truly KOed, not that it mattered. Vicky was planning to have a lot of fun with her after she was out.

When Victoria let go of Trish's arm the second time, it sprang to life halfway to the mat. In fact, it clenched into a fist and shot up as Trish rose from playing possum under the chair. Her face and nose were a bit red from the chair's impact, but it was also looking plenty pissed as she uppercutted Victoria in the jaw. The hardcore hottie was knocked flat on her ass, Trish rising up and shoving the chair aside. She had whited out from the big impact move, but she knew she was far from out of the fight.

Victoria fell back, rubbing at her chest before she massaged her aching jaw. The blow had cracked her teeth together and still stung as she crawled on her hands and knees for a corner. Trish got back up with a head full of steam, going in behind Vic and stomping on her lower back, knocking her onto her belly.

"This hardcore enough for you, skank!?" Trish spat down on her, grabbing Vic by the hair and lifting Victoria to her feet. She pressed her back into the ropes, raising a fist as Victoria threw up her hands, waving them wordlessly in a desperate plea for mercy, then motioning for a timeout. Trish sneered at her cowardly approach, raising her fist and leaving herself completely off guard for when Victoria spit the mouthful of wet powder she'd snuck into her lips while she was rubbing her jaw.

The splash of green mist hit the blond's eyes, screaming as the stinging mess blinded her and left her staggering around the ring, tears and green gunk in her eyes. Victoria grinned and wiped her mouth, letting her walk drunkenly around until she was facing her again, sheerly by coincidence. Vic took off at a full sprint for the defenseless diva, jumping up and straddling her waist to crash her into the mats, panicked and stunned on her back as Vic grabbed her hair and rained her fist down into her head as fast as she could deliver them. Trish seemed struck dumb by the blows, unable to think straight or mount any defense as her blind vision was rattled by the barrage of Vic's knuckles to her forehead. Vic finally stood back up, leaving her hurting and leaking painful tears as she went to fetch her chair again.

This time she threw the chair down near Trish's legs, grabbing the blond by her wrestling boots and lifting them off the mat. Trish winced and tried to pull back as a weak reflex, but a stomp to the knee cut off her resistance. Rather than pull her into a submission hold as she feared, she yanked Trish's leg in between the partly unfolded chair. Trish felt the metal on her skin, her fuzzy eyes going wide and waving her hands in a genuine plea for mercy rather than a trick to buy time for another dirty trick. Vic ignored it anyway and jumped to stomp both boots down on the leg of the chair, crushing it like a metal vice around Trish's knee.

Trish writhed and howled in agony, unable to break her leg free as Victoria pressed her boot down, persistently mashing it down on her vulnerable joint. "NO! NOOOO STOP! AUGHHH!" Trish screamed and begged as her knee exploded in pain and didn't seem to stop.

"In your dreams, cunt!" Victoria snapped back as she kept pouring on the pressure. "I told you I'd tear your pathetic ass apart tonight, and I'm a girl who keeps her promises!"

Vic finally stepped off the chair, letting Trish hold her knee and pull it out, rocking in mind-numbing agony. Victoria noticed that with all the torment she'd dished out, Trish's leg was looking swollen and bruised where she'd been crushing it. She wouldn't be running anywhere for the rest of the match, she was certain.

Trish grit her teeth as she winced in pain, the tears washing away most of the "mist" that Victoria had spit in her eyes. She dragged herself away towards the ropes, pulling on the middle rope to at least lift her upper body off the mats. Victoria watched her work up a sweat just reaching the ropes, then barged in behind her to press her knee into the back of Trish's head, forcing her neck forward and her throat across the ropes. Her mouth popped open to let out a strangled scream, arms flailing and trying to shove her way free. Victoria just reached around her head to pull up on the ropes, forcing an even tighter seal on her breath. She'd only just regained her breath from the steel chair attack, and couldn't afford to go through the same thing again. Spots started to flicker before her eyes when she swung her head back, slamming it into Victoria's chest as she leaned down to grip the ropes. Vic backed off, hand over her cleavage, to rub the sore spot. Trish kept her grip on the ropes and threw back a mule kick that connected with Vicky's stomach, making the air whoosh out of her lung as she doubled up and hugged her guts with both arms.

Trish's leg ached and head pounded, but she knew it was do or die at this rate. She winced as she quickly rose to her feet, rushing after Victoria as she stumbled backward. Just as she reached the ropes, Trish swung an arm into a diving clothesline. Victoria reached up to try and grab and stop her, but took the hit as she reached too late. The divas both went flying back over the top rope, crashing to the hard floors around the ring. Both women laid still, slowly writhing as Victoria rubbed the small of her back, arching so that her chest thrust out even bigger than it normally appeared. Trish laid face down on the ground, clutching her head as she'd landed roughly on her face at the point of impact.

The crowd went wild, shouting and cheering for the women to get back up. Both rose slowly, but Victoria a few seconds ahead of her opponent, grabbing the guard rails and pulling herself to her feet. She used it for balance as she tromped away from Trish, bending down holding her back with one hand as the other grabbed a random length of cable attached to one of the cameras. As Trish was pushing herself up to her knees, Victoria wrapped it around her neck as a makeshift leash, twisting and pulling on the chord.

Trish was instantly gagging and clawing at the chord, Victoria trudging backward and dragging her with her. Vic grinned maniacally, apparently too sadistic to look away from the thrashing and squirming victim. The darker diva used one hand to grab her by the hair, used in combination with the camera cable to lift her up to her unsteady feet. Trish waved a hand in a quick plea for air, choking and drooling over herself as she struggled to get whatever air she could. Vic yanked on the chord like a brutal tug of war, swinging it to one side and forcing Trish to stumble along with it. It hurled her like a hammer throw into the guardrail, wincing and shuddering as the metal punched into her side and ribs.

Victoria relentlessly pulled in the other direction, spinning and whipping Trish around in a small circle to build up momentum before finally letting go of the cable. She timed it to send Trish flying like a runaway train straight into the announcer's booth, face and chest crashing into it with a loud CRACK before falling onto her back like a rag doll.

Victoria regained her balance a bit as she smiled at the downed Trish, who stared blankly into the spotlights overhead. "What's up, bitch?!" she cackled. "Sleepin' on the job? Or you actually got a brain in there to damage!?" She squatted down over Trish, propping her into a limp sitting position against the announcer's booth. She swiped one of the microphones as she started to slap Trish across the face (not the gentle reviving kind, but full, cracking backhands). Trish finally seemed to writhe and her eyes flutter open with a semblance of consciousness.

"Morning there, Sleeping Ugly," Victoria cooed to her. "Thought you'd get off that easy?" Trish mumbled incoherently, head feeling worse from the throbbing of a nasty lump growing just above her hairline.

"I just wanted you awake for this," Victoria purred to her, taking a handful of blond to hold her head against the booth. The diva starred dimly back at her, unsure what she meant until Vic leaned into her, looking for a moment as if she were making out with Trish right there on the floor. A closer look and the echo of Trish's screams in the microphone corrected any such thoughts as Vicky dug her teeth into her forehead, biting the already tenderized flesh around her skull with the ferocity of cannibal.

Trish's earsplitting shrieks echoed in the mic as Vic bit down viciously, and finally pulled away with a deep red scratch across Trish's forehead. Trish panted and sobbed beneath her as Victoria straddled her legs, reaching into her outfit's cleavage. She pulled out a set of brass knuckles, flashing them overhead for the crowd as she slowly slid them onto her fingers like a strange, brutal striptease. Trish barely had the wits about her to shake her head pleadingly, which didn't stop Victoria from planting the jagged, arcing metal to her forehead, grinding it back and forth like a hand-powered belt sander. Trish gave long, pleading sobs as she felt like her skull was being crushed, and felt blood running down her face and over her nose and screaming lips.

Victoria worked her forehead for a few agonizingly long seconds before slamming her fist into it with a quick punch, leaving Trish clutching her face as she laid back against the announcers booth in agony.

Victoria kissed her metal-lined knuckles before slipping them back off, approaching the guard rail and seen talking with a fan in the front row. She handed him the bloodied brass knuckles and seemed to trade it off for his bottle of beer, turning back to the helpless Trish.

Victoria emptied the beer over her head, shaking and pouring it out all over her hair, skin and clothes with the scummy booze. Trish could only recoil as it stung her wounds and foamed over her skin. Victoria threw the bottle aside, letting it shatter and splash its sticky shards over the arena floor. Trish was still spitting out some blood and beer that leaked into her mouth when Victoria came over and grabbed her in a headlock, lifting her into a bent position with her head under her armpit. The crowd went nuts, screaming and the announcers protesting desperately, Victoria just drinking up the attention before she lifted Trish by her head and the hem of her spandex shorts, suplexing the blonde right on top of the glass.

Trish bolted into sitting upright, seemingly too shocked to move or scream as the bottle's shards scratched or dug into the bare skin of her back. She reached gingerly back to feel a few smaller pieces stuck in her skin, delicately pulling them out as her eyes teared up again, dirtying herself with yet another fluid.

Victoria remained heartless and sadistic as she rose and charged for her, throwing a boot into Trish's face that floored back into the mess of glass motionless again. "This' why you don't fuck with the best!" Vic shouted at her, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her like a caveman's bride, forcing her body to slide through the glass as she pulled her roughly backstage without any resistance from the dazed and dirtied diva.

The staff made way as the Victoria burst back through the runway to enter the vast and gray backstage area. The cameras tracked their activity closely, always ready for such brawls, promos and hardcore matches as this one.

Trish was only just starting to wriggle and claw at Victoria's wrists as she felt herself dragged over the hard floor behind the curtains. She managed to stagger to her feet and succeed in shoving Victoria away, but still trying to regain her balance when Vicky raised a boot and kicked her in the chest, knocking her back into a supply closet. Trish was a clambering heap among dirty mops and rags and buckets, and allowing Vic to reach for a number of props for specialty matches stored in there.

She settled on a singapore cane, similar to a rougher Japanese boken. Trish was still trying to untangle herself from the clutter of cleaning supplies when the dark-haired brawler smashed the cane over her head, getting a loud and painful crack and Trish flopped back to the ground, curling up in pain. Vic gave a few more sharp smacks about her body, getting her to recoil in pain each time before Victoria grabbed one of her ankles. She held the leg steady, Trish too exhausted and hurt to fight back yet as she pulled it away from her body.

Vicky reached down to grab her spandex shorts, yanking them down her legs (technically up given her position) and leaving Trish in just her top and pink panties. The blond gasped and weakly tried to cover herself up, but Vicky threw the beer-soaked bottoms away and kicked Trish's hands from her groin. "Don't act like you don't love it, you slut," she growled before ramming the cane forward, stabbing its hard, blunt tip into Trish's barely covered pussy.

"AOHHHHH!" Trish howled like a wounded animal and shook like she had a seizure as  the hard, smooth wood gouged into her crotch. "Noooo! No no NNOOO!" she shrieked, as if in denial rather than trying to get Vicky to stop. Vicky rammed and twisted it around some more before finally throwing the weapon aside when Trish's agony seemed to fade a bit.

"That get you wet, you little princess?" Vic hissed venomously in her ear, grabbing her hair and twisting a handful as she forced her out of the closet. "Your skanky cunt ever get fucked like that when you're on your little throne?"

Victoria shoved Trish forward, letting her crash into a push cart full of steel chairs. She crashed through them to land in a pathetic heap, half buried and half on top of the collapsed mess of metal. She weakly pushed a few off, practically swimming in the improvised weapons. Victoria looked for something more unique to entertain her violent urge to make the blond beauty regret ever thinking the word hardcore, let alone going up against her.

She spotted a door left open to a changing room, and just what she needed inside. While Trish struggled to pull herself out of the noisy tangle of chairs, Vicky kicked the door open, returning a few seconds later with a large vase full of flowers from an admirer. Trish could hardly keep track of herself let alone her opponent, so she gave no resistance when Victoria smashed the vase to pieces over her head.

Water sprayed everywhere as the flowers fell apart around her body, Trish going crosseyed a moment before she collapsed back onto the chairs. Victoria sneered down at her corpse-like form before going to work behind her back, adjusting the clasps on her top and loosening it enough to pull it up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties, various parts of her exposed skin caked in sweat and blood and beer.

With Trish reduced to her own personal Barbie doll again, Victoria smirked and decided to bring her match to an end just how she wanted; never slowly, but painful and obvious who had won tonight. She propped up one of the folding chairs, hefting the dizzy blond onto it in a loose sitting position. She grabbed a length of chain from a nearby supply pallet, wrapping Trish's arms in it behind her back before snapping them in place with a spare padlock she found among them.

With her opponent securely strapped to the chair, she grabbed the top of it and dragged Trish and the chair to the back to the top of the ramp to the ring. The crowd's cheers and occasional boos rose up again as Victoria showed them her bloodied, stripped and bound diva, the former champ now a ruined mess before them.

"I do love my fans," Victoria called out. "And I'm sure she does too, in her own skanky way. God knows how many dicks she sucked to get to where she is today!" she laughed, grabbing her hair and yanking sharply. Trish's head wobbled, but she visible winced a bit when Victoria tore a few blond strands out, showing she wasn't totally out cold. "So I thought you'd all like to see this cumdumpster's new look!"

Victoria reached down her skirt with a saucy wink, but came out with a few small metal objects from a hidden pocket. She revealed to the finer eyes (or the jumbotron closeups) that she had a piercing gun and a pair of black spikes, slightly thinner than a carpenter's nail and with small spider-like shapes instead of the usual flat heads. She took one and stood in front of Trish, using it to slice down the front of her body. It tore through her bra, splitting it in half to pop her breasts out. She kept on dragging it, scraping up her belly with a sharp, shallow cut that traced over her skin before slicing the front of her panties open as well, leaving her front fully exposed as her underwear barely clung to her sides. Her trim blond bush marked the top of her pussy lips, the bottom hidden just behind the loose mess of her panties. Her breasts wobbled in place with her heavy breathing, hurt and afraid as her pearl-like nipples stuck out prominently at the tip of her plump but perky tits. Her body jiggled as it was jostled a bit more when Victoria pulled down her boots, leaving her totally nude before the fans as her underwear fell aside flimsily.

Trish seemed awake enough now to writhe in her seat, but not much else. Her bleeding had slowed, but she was still sore, dizzy and bruised all over, her lovely face and body beaten all around the arena. Victoria brandished the piercing gun over her head before roughly grasping one of Trish's tits, squeezing it tight and slipping her nipple in front of the tip of her weapon.

"Please... no..." Trish sputtered in a weak plea for mercy. "I'm sorry! I won't challenge you again. I'm hurt so bad..."

"Good," Victoria mused as she seemed to ignore her. "You can talk, you can still scream." There was a CHUNK like a stapler went off, and Trish's highest screams of the night told the tale. Victoria pulled the gun back, showing the bloodied nipple to the crowd that jiggled and leaked as Trish's thrashing made it bounce. Vic let her tire herself out before going to the other, repeating the process so her other teat seemed to lactate blood.

"HAHA! We got a bleeder, folks!" Victoria gloated ruthlessly, throwing the gun aside. "But I've got just the thing to stick in there!" She knelt down and applied the needles through each of the holes, Trish shaking her head and crying wordlessly. "Don't act like you haven't had filthier things inside you, you blonde cow," Vicky snapped as she spit on her face.

Trish openly sobbed, seemingly all her strength and dignity gone. Vicky smiled proudly, but was still not done. She dragged the chair with her down the runway, scraping over it loudly until she got to ringside. She dug out a table from under the ring, propping it up as the crowd went wild. Victoria leaned down, throwing the still securely chained up Trish over her shoulders, chain chair and all. Trish could only scream in her ear and kick frantically, trying to break free but still chained in place.

"Time to put you down for good, little girl!" Vicky snarled, setting Trish up to smash her through the table.

Vic suddenly gagged as Trish finally slid her arms loose of the chair. It fell to the ground with a clatter as she'd realized she didn't have to escape the chains, but the chair that bound them in place. The bindings still wrapped around her wrists, she pulled back to start choking Victoria from behind in her awkward position. The crowd screamed at the sudden comeback, Trish hurt and exhausted but pissed as hell. She hurled herself forward, performing a modified bulldog that planted Victoria's face into the table instead of hers, bouncing both women off of it and back to the cold arena floor.

Vicky was nowhere near as bad off as Trish from the one hard hit, but she was still certainly stunned to see any fight left in Trish at all. The blond hurried to grab her by her dark hair and throw her back into the ring, sliding after her with her pretty face twisted into one like a bloodied, naked blonde Valkyrie.

Trish quickly swung a knife edge chop across Victoria’s breast, making the dominant fighter stagger back as the metal-lined wrists smacked against her. The blond wrestler wound up again and smacked her with another, and another and another until Victoria winced and held her chest, trying to rub the soreness from her cleavage. Trish didn't have much strength left in her, but the metal reinforcing her swings was having their effect. With Victoria finally hitting the ropes from the beating, Trish sprinted back to get some real momentum behind her, charging and throwing a high kick for Vicky's face.

Vic saw the kick coming and ducked under the launching leg, catching her by the ankle. Trish looked down in shock, trying to keep her balance. Victoria didn't give her much chance before she plunged a fist into her pussy, rapidly punching her twat with sharp uppercuts. Trish screamed in agony with each one busting her crotch, Vicky finally pulling on the leg and letting Trish's foot fly over the top rope, heel catching on it. Trish gave a quick shriek, grabbing the ropes for balance as her leg was stretched awkwardly, but not quite painfully high. She tried to pull herself back and get loose, but Vic reached under the middle rope to grab her ankle again. She pulled hard enough to make Trish straddle the top rope, her naked pussy invaded by the hard elastic cord.

Her eyes and mouth wide with shock and pain at the humiliating cunt bust, she froze in place.

"AGHHH! LET GO! STOP!" Trish howled, shoving and tugging at the rope to try and release herself. Victoria not only ignored her pleas, but reached up to grab the top rope with a free hand, tugging it down and snapping it upward. Trish gave a huge, girlish scream as the tight elastic smacked into her pussy, making her want to jump off the ropes completely but forced to stay and endure its rubbery bouncing against her tender twat. She was left to ride it like a bouncing broco as it rubbed and juggled her pussy, humiliated as it pumped into her hardening clit. Her nips thrust out more proudly, even with their gently slowing bleeding piercings.

Victoria rubbed her chest a bit more and leered at her. "You were about to get off easy," she growled as she leaned under the bottom ropes, reaching under the ring for one last hidden weapon she'd stashed away. "Now... you just get to get off hard."

She came back up, letting Trish see the big black dildo she had planted earlier that night.

"Wha... what... no!" Trish gasped, eyes wide and batting, distracted by the still bouncing elastic ropes. "Please! No! Don't! Please don't touch my pussy!!" she begged miserably.

Victoria grabbed her by the hair, throwing her back to the mats with a hard thud and a sharp, pained scream. "Who said it was going in your pussy, whore?" Victoria grinned down at her. She kicked Trish in the side to roll her onto her stomach, positioning her with her ass up and face in the mats. She spread her legs and cheeks a bit to expose her asshole to the crowd. Trish was left at an angle where she could see the jumbotron, one of many screens zoomed in on her rear and the imposing sex toy behind it.

"That's it, squirm," Victoria snickered before shoving it roughly into her. "Makes it tighter!"

Trish gave a huge, humiliated screech, clawing as she chipped her nails and shredded the mat trying to escape or endure Victoria's anal invasion. Her face was a mask of pain and disbelief, having fallen so far from a multi-time champion to a now beaten fucktoy in the ring, chained up and anally violated by her hated opponent. She shouted and moaned loudly as Vicky pumped it in and out of her, reaching deep into her ass as her body shook like a seizure victim, every muscle tensing and making the dildo that much more painful to endure. She had no idea why some women would subject themselves to this willingly, as this experience was scaring her off of anal for life already.

Trish was clumsily trying to crawl away, her body hardly obeying her as she panicked from the horrible invasion behind her. Victoria reached between her legs, yanking the chains to hold her in place before using her fingers to jam into Trish's pussy. It wasn't so much fingering her as she was clamping down on her snatch with her nails, clawing it as she held her in place.

"You're not going anywhere, you ugly little shit!" Victoria screamed at her. "You're gonna take it, and I'm gonna make you love it!" She emphasized her point by pumping the dildo and her fingers faster, Trish's own body out of control as her hips started humping back at the dildo, forced to bounce along with its momentum in her weakness, and her pussy leaking juices from the attention of Vicky's fingers, even if they were invasive and painful.

Trish sobbed as she was ruined before the crowd and live TV, finally stuffed so full of plastic and raking nails that she came over the mats, squirting roughly as she screamed, the cum stinging the many scratches and bruises Victoria's beating and clawing had left on her crotch. When she was emptied, Vicky finally pulled the dildo out of her ass with a sick, wet pop, making Trish jump and shudder as she collapsed to the mat. She started to look up pitifully when Victoria swung the sex toy like a bat, smacking Trish across the face and knocking her flat on her back, eyes blurry as she started to lose consciousness.

"One last hole to ruin," Vicky chimed in a singsong voice, sitting on Trish's stomach and taking hold of her chin. She forced her lips open, and the last thing Trish remembered was a foul taste in her mouth, Vicky pinching her nose shut, and something big and rubbery blocking her throat.

The bell rang when Victoria finally motioned for the match to be over, the decisively victory obvious as Trish laid splayed out on the mats, eyes rolled back and drooling around a massive black dildo in her mouth, bloody nipples freshly pierced with spider-marked studs.

"Now who the fuck is HARDCORE!?" Victoria screamed to the crowd, fist raised proudly as the audience chanted her name, grinning with a dark mix of sadistic pride and childish glee.