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With one foot on a bench in a locker room, Sally tightened the laces on her knee-high wrestling boots. She felt ready. She had been preparing for so long, readying her mind and body for the real thing, for professional wrestling. Her debut match was very important, as it would no doubt be a highly publicized event. She IS the princess of the kingdom, after all.
"Well what do we have here." a sly female voice caused Sally to turn towards the locker room door, seeing a red fox mobian standing with her arms folded, a tight black latex leotard hugging her body and a sly grin smeared across her lips.
"Fiona." Sally spoke lowly, being aware of the woman's criminal history. So this was where Fiona went for rehab? A full-contact sport meant to inflict pain on other people? The acorn princess should have guessed.
"Looks like you and I have a match coming up. And look at you, all dolled up for the beating of your life."
"Listen, I don't want anything disgraceful to happen during my debut, understand?" Sally replied as she extended her hand to her opponent, "So let's just have a fair match. We may even grow to enjoy the sport together."
Fiona looked at the princess' hand with a curious expression before approaching her. With a smirk, she slapped her palm against Sally's and gave her hand a firm grip. Sally finally returned Fiona's smile, seeing some good in the woman after all. Perhaps this rehab was just what she needed, a chance to vent her anger and make an honest job out of her desire to fight.
Sally's train of thought was immediately broken as Fiona pulled her close and rammed her knee between Sally's legs, the force lifting her feet from the floor for a moment. With a shriek, Sally fell to the floor and tightly held her crotch, looking up at Fiona with a betrayed expression.
"I don't play nice, and I don't play fair," Fiona stated as she grabbed a shoulder strap of Sally's leotard, pulling her up a bit as she bent down to look Sally in the eyes, "I'm a heel in this business, do you understand? I don't care if this is your debut, or if you're the princess of the kingdom. My job is to hurt any chick who dares to set foot on that mat. And I am damn good my job."
Pushing Sally back to the floor, Fiona turned and walked out of the locker room, calling out to Sally over her shoulder as she left with a careless wave.
"So give yourself a good rub, tighten your thong, and meet me in the ring so I can earn my paycheck and show your precious people just how much of a weak little bitch you really are."
Fiona slammed the door shut behind her as she left, leaving the princess to grit her teeth in frustration. She should have known not to trust a person like Fiona, but it was alright. Sally slowly made her way back to her feet, adjusting her outfit and ignoring the lingering pain between her legs.
Fiona would pay for it in the ring.
Upon her announcement, Sally made her way to the arena with tens of thousands of cheering mobians whistling and shouting their excitement, which immediately lifted Sally's spirits. The repeated phrase of 'break her' was a little much, but considering what Fiona had done earlier, Sally felt that she would have to do just that in order to exact her revenge.
Sally entered the ring between the middle and bottom ropes, standing in her corner and staring at Fiona. A few lingering chants remained before the sound of the bell quieted the audience and signaled the start of the match. Sally and Fiona approached each other, Sally taking far more care in her advance than Fiona. Seeing her chance, Sally darted forth.
Before the red fox could react, Sally was behind her back, twisting her arm into a hammerlock. The audience began to cheer at the princess' aggression, but Sally noticed something was missing. Fiona looked over her shoulder at Sally, seemingly unbothered by the situation she was in. Annoyed, Sally tried to twist Fiona's arm up further, but it wouldn't budge. It wasn't until now that Sally noticed Fiona's arm had been flexed this entire time, preventing Sally from inflicting any kind of damage with the hold. Sally was aware she wasn't the strongest woman out there, but Fiona was resisting both of her arms with one?
Fiona fired an elbow into Sally's head with her free arm, catching the princess entirely by surprise. As she loosened her grip, Fiona struck her once more to make her stagger backwards. Seeing a gap between the two, the red fox kicked backwards, landing her boot into her opponent's stomach and making her fold with a resounding 'oogh'.
"Come on, what else you got?" Fiona taunted as she rested her hands on her hips, smiling at Sally with thinly-veiled amusement. Sally still wasn't certain what had happened. She watched pro wrestling plenty while she was preparing. She never did see anyone use their other arm to break free. Was it just another rule that heel wrestlers could ignore?
Sally shook her head to clear it as she rushed at Fiona, pressing her shoulder into Fiona's stomach as she wrapped her arms around the woman's waist. Fiona staggered back in mild shock, but planted her feet firmly to the mat. Sally couldn't budge her, despite all of her effort. It wouldn't matter soon. All Sally had to do was get her on her back, then the foxy criminal would be helpless to her submissions!
Suddenly a leg kicked upwards, the searing pain from between Sally's legs causing her grip to weaken greatly. Another low blow, and now Fiona was on the offensive. Holding the princess in her bent-over position, Fiona made Sally's body bounce with knee after knee to her torso.
"Oof... Uugh... Uuf..."
Fiona scooped up her weakened prey, gripping Sally's sore crotch tightly as she slammed Sally onto the mat on her back, bouncing her body slightly off the mat. A stomp to the chest made Sally's limp form jerk slightly, only to be dragged to her feet by a tight grip on her leotard. Another scooping slam put Sally on her back once more, now arching her back while putting a hand on her lower spine.
Fiona posed for the crowd, placing a foot on Sally's throat to hold her down as she did so. The audience cheered, once more chanting the phrase 'break her'. A thought occurred to Sally, making her now quite fearful. The cheering crowd wasn't telling Sally to defeat Fiona... They were cheering for Fiona to break her!
The fox soon went to work, laying her body on top of Sally's and digging her forearm into the princess' throat. Fiona held her face mere inches from her victim's, grinning with evil intent and an overall feeling of superiority.
"Hear that, babe? They want me to hurt you. They don't care what happens to their own royalty once she steps foot in this ring," Fiona dug her arm into Sally's throat, forcing choked gasps from her opponent, "so let's have some fun."
Sally was released from the hold, coughing harshly as she tenderly held her neck. However, the fox grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet before twisting it, causing Sally to grip her shoulder tightly. With an elbow strike to that same shoulder, Fiona forced Sally to her knees. Using this as a good chance, Fiona grabbed Sally's other wrist and pulled the princess' arms back, keeping her torso in place with a boot between her shoulder blades.
The cheering crowd almost completely drowned out Sally's cries of agony. It felt as though her arms were going to be ripped from her body, and Fiona only pressured her more as Sally gave voice to her suffering. Releasing her, Fiona pulled Sally to her feet and shoved her into a corner. Before the princess had a chance to even catch her breath, a knee slammed deep into her stomach, leaving her gasping and hanging limply by her arms draped over the top rope.
Sally's vision was blurring as she felt body blows rocking her battered form, fists and elbows and knees and feet working her over, gradually reducing her middle to paste as she had nothing left to muster for a defense. As her body was endlessly ravaged by Fiona, all Sally could hope for would be a swift end to her merciless torture.
Fiona grabbed a handful of hair, yanking Sally from the corner and throwing her to the mat face first. As the squirrel princess laid motionless on the mat, Fiona grabbed her arms and dragged her to the ropes. Fiona slid Sally's upper body between the top and middle ropes, letting her hang from the middle rope with her butt sticking into the air.
The red fox pulled her favorite ribbon from her hair, using it to tie Sally's wrists and ankles together to the bottom rope. Sally began to recover from her daze, but she was already trapped. Fiona left the ring, swiping an empty folding chair and closing it as she approached her victim. Sally shook her head weakly, expecting a crushing blow to her skull... But it never came. Fiona slid into the ring, brandishing her weapon for the audience to see.
A blush crossed Sally's cheeks as she realized her predicament. Cameramen swarmed her as the audience roared with excitement. Before the princess could beg her attacker for mercy, the metal chair slammed against her butt with full force. Tears now flowed freely from Sally's eyes as she screamed in pain and humiliation. The royal heiress of the entire kingdom was being paddled by a lowly criminal, televised for the entire kingdom to see.
WHAM! "KYAAAAGH!"
WHAM! "AAAAAHHHH!"
WHAM! "AAAAAAGGHH!"
Sally's quickly lost count of her punishing spanks, her mind trying to sort out how she could even react to this nightmare. Does she beg for mercy? Should she just curl into a ball and hope no one would notice her? No, she was of the noble Acorn family. Only one reaction would have been appropriate.
Fiona grabbed a microphone as she stepped onto the side of the ring, pulling Sally's head up by her hair.
"So, time to admit it, little girl. Beg for mercy, and admit defeat!"
Fiona pressed the microphone into Sally's face, intending to let the princess place the final nail in the coffin of her dignity.
"More."
Fiona blinked, the solitary word of defiance causing the crowd to also quiet somewhat. With a shrug, Fiona decided to grant her wish, entering the ring and resuming the spanking.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Sally screamed in pain from every strike as Fiona returned to her side, sweaty and panting.
"Done now, little girl?!"
"M-More..."
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
"M... Mor...ore!"
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
"..."
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Fiona hurled the dented chair to the side, noticing Sally had finally passed out from the pain. Untying the princess, she let her fall to the mat like a rag doll. Stomping her foot down against Sally's crotch, Fiona stood triumphant over the princess. The bell sounded, and Fiona was declared the victor.
A splash of cold water awoke Sally, who opened her eyes drearily to see Fiona sitting over her, her ribbon now returned to her hair.
"You took it all, huh?"
"Wh...What...?"
"I just wanted to humiliate you, but you just kept on going. You're a wimp, but you've got spirit. I hope you decide to stick around." Fiona ended her critique of Sally's skill with a kiss on her lips, her hands exploring Sally's breasts briefly before she broke away and stood up, leaving the ring with Sally still laying in it with no strength to even stand up.
Despite her embarrassment, Sally decided to begin her training all over again. She wouldn't leave pro wrestling until Fiona had been ground under her heel.
Sally entered the ring between the middle and bottom ropes, standing in her corner and staring at Fiona. A few lingering chants remained before the sound of the bell quieted the audience and signaled the start of the match. Sally and Fiona approached each other, Sally taking far more care in her advance than Fiona. Seeing her chance, Sally darted forth.
Before the red fox could react, Sally was behind her back, twisting her arm into a hammerlock. The audience began to cheer at the princess' aggression, but Sally noticed something was missing. Fiona looked over her shoulder at Sally, seemingly unbothered by the situation she was in. Annoyed, Sally tried to twist Fiona's arm up further, but it wouldn't budge. It wasn't until now that Sally noticed Fiona's arm had been flexed this entire time, preventing Sally from inflicting any kind of damage with the hold. Sally was aware she wasn't the strongest woman out there, but Fiona was resisting both of her arms with one?
Fiona fired an elbow into Sally's head with her free arm, catching the princess entirely by surprise. As she loosened her grip, Fiona struck her once more to make her stagger backwards. Seeing a gap between the two, the red fox kicked backwards, landing her boot into her opponent's stomach and making her fold with a resounding 'oogh'.
"Come on, what else you got?" Fiona taunted as she rested her hands on her hips, smiling at Sally with thinly-veiled amusement. Sally still wasn't certain what had happened. She watched pro wrestling plenty while she was preparing. She never did see anyone use their other arm to break free. Was it just another rule that heel wrestlers could ignore?
Sally shook her head to clear it as she rushed at Fiona, pressing her shoulder into Fiona's stomach as she wrapped her arms around the woman's waist. Fiona staggered back in mild shock, but planted her feet firmly to the mat. Sally couldn't budge her, despite all of her effort. It wouldn't matter soon. All Sally had to do was get her on her back, then the foxy criminal would be helpless to her submissions!
Suddenly a leg kicked upwards, the searing pain from between Sally's legs causing her grip to weaken greatly. Another low blow, and now Fiona was on the offensive. Holding the princess in her bent-over position, Fiona made Sally's body bounce with knee after knee to her torso.
"Oof... Uugh... Uuf..."
Fiona scooped up her weakened prey, gripping Sally's sore crotch tightly as she slammed Sally onto the mat on her back, bouncing her body slightly off the mat. A stomp to the chest made Sally's limp form jerk slightly, only to be dragged to her feet by a tight grip on her leotard. Another scooping slam put Sally on her back once more, now arching her back while putting a hand on her lower spine.
Fiona posed for the crowd, placing a foot on Sally's throat to hold her down as she did so. The audience cheered, once more chanting the phrase 'break her'. A thought occurred to Sally, making her now quite fearful. The cheering crowd wasn't telling Sally to defeat Fiona... They were cheering for Fiona to break her!
The fox soon went to work, laying her body on top of Sally's and digging her forearm into the princess' throat. Fiona held her face mere inches from her victim's, grinning with evil intent and an overall feeling of superiority.
"Hear that, babe? They want me to hurt you. They don't care what happens to their own royalty once she steps foot in this ring," Fiona dug her arm into Sally's throat, forcing choked gasps from her opponent, "so let's have some fun."
Sally was released from the hold, coughing harshly as she tenderly held her neck. However, the fox grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet before twisting it, causing Sally to grip her shoulder tightly. With an elbow strike to that same shoulder, Fiona forced Sally to her knees. Using this as a good chance, Fiona grabbed Sally's other wrist and pulled the princess' arms back, keeping her torso in place with a boot between her shoulder blades.
The cheering crowd almost completely drowned out Sally's cries of agony. It felt as though her arms were going to be ripped from her body, and Fiona only pressured her more as Sally gave voice to her suffering. Releasing her, Fiona pulled Sally to her feet and shoved her into a corner. Before the princess had a chance to even catch her breath, a knee slammed deep into her stomach, leaving her gasping and hanging limply by her arms draped over the top rope.
Sally's vision was blurring as she felt body blows rocking her battered form, fists and elbows and knees and feet working her over, gradually reducing her middle to paste as she had nothing left to muster for a defense. As her body was endlessly ravaged by Fiona, all Sally could hope for would be a swift end to her merciless torture.
Fiona grabbed a handful of hair, yanking Sally from the corner and throwing her to the mat face first. As the squirrel princess laid motionless on the mat, Fiona grabbed her arms and dragged her to the ropes. Fiona slid Sally's upper body between the top and middle ropes, letting her hang from the middle rope with her butt sticking into the air.
The red fox pulled her favorite ribbon from her hair, using it to tie Sally's wrists and ankles together to the bottom rope. Sally began to recover from her daze, but she was already trapped. Fiona left the ring, swiping an empty folding chair and closing it as she approached her victim. Sally shook her head weakly, expecting a crushing blow to her skull... But it never came. Fiona slid into the ring, brandishing her weapon for the audience to see.
A blush crossed Sally's cheeks as she realized her predicament. Cameramen swarmed her as the audience roared with excitement. Before the princess could beg her attacker for mercy, the metal chair slammed against her butt with full force. Tears now flowed freely from Sally's eyes as she screamed in pain and humiliation. The royal heiress of the entire kingdom was being paddled by a lowly criminal, televised for the entire kingdom to see.
WHAM! "KYAAAAGH!"
WHAM! "AAAAAHHHH!"
WHAM! "AAAAAAGGHH!"
Sally's quickly lost count of her punishing spanks, her mind trying to sort out how she could even react to this nightmare. Does she beg for mercy? Should she just curl into a ball and hope no one would notice her? No, she was of the noble Acorn family. Only one reaction would have been appropriate.
Fiona grabbed a microphone as she stepped onto the side of the ring, pulling Sally's head up by her hair.
"So, time to admit it, little girl. Beg for mercy, and admit defeat!"
Fiona pressed the microphone into Sally's face, intending to let the princess place the final nail in the coffin of her dignity.
"More."
Fiona blinked, the solitary word of defiance causing the crowd to also quiet somewhat. With a shrug, Fiona decided to grant her wish, entering the ring and resuming the spanking.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Sally screamed in pain from every strike as Fiona returned to her side, sweaty and panting.
"Done now, little girl?!"
"M-More..."
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
"M... Mor...ore!"
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
"..."
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Fiona hurled the dented chair to the side, noticing Sally had finally passed out from the pain. Untying the princess, she let her fall to the mat like a rag doll. Stomping her foot down against Sally's crotch, Fiona stood triumphant over the princess. The bell sounded, and Fiona was declared the victor.
A splash of cold water awoke Sally, who opened her eyes drearily to see Fiona sitting over her, her ribbon now returned to her hair.
"You took it all, huh?"
"Wh...What...?"
"I just wanted to humiliate you, but you just kept on going. You're a wimp, but you've got spirit. I hope you decide to stick around." Fiona ended her critique of Sally's skill with a kiss on her lips, her hands exploring Sally's breasts briefly before she broke away and stood up, leaving the ring with Sally still laying in it with no strength to even stand up.
Despite her embarrassment, Sally decided to begin her training all over again. She wouldn't leave pro wrestling until Fiona had been ground under her heel.
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