Beyonce Vs. Helvetica Lee

Beyonce continued to press against Helvetica's arm, even as the teary eyed neophyte tried desperately to crawl to the ropes. Beyonce had no problems mangling Helvetica's arm to the point where it broke but Helvetica didn't quite seem to understand the situation she was in.

"Submission is not born from weakness, it is born from survival. You may think pride is important, but you are trading your career for it. It matters not to me whether you ever wrestle again." Beyince paused for a moment.

"Though, I would certainly be doing you a favor if tonight's display is what you call wrestling."

Helvetica was shaking her head wildly, still trying to squirm toward the ropes. This, despite being firmly planted against the mat by Beyonce's weight. The wrestler had the American held firm, but she seemed to think escape was a possibility, yet. The annoying-ass ref was in her ear, still, harping on about wanting to give up, or something. Helvetica didn't even dignify that with a response.

"Hgnn!" Helvetica grunted, trying to catch her breath. "Y-you're doing great," she said, her throat tightening as she gave a rare compliment. "St-still ... still limited ... you cou- aooww!- could do so much better, tho~" Tears and sweat were coating Helvetica's face, even as she tried desperately to shake them off.

"Wrr—rrgh! Wrestling- has more ... than one ... move!" she grunted. In truth, Helvetica's arm was nearing the breaking point. The joint was making a grinding sound, sending blinding pain through the body of "the student of the game." Helvetica was still pushing against it, trying to struggle toward a rope that she couldn't even tell was desperately, hopelessly far away. All the while, the angle of her arm bent more and more agonizingly, drawing murmers of discomfort from the crowd.

Beyonce might have admired Helvetica's perseverance but, in truth, She loathed that a match against this pathetic waste of space had gone on longer than a handful of seconds.

Narrowing her eyes, Beyonce pulled her hand back, as if she might be giving up on the hold but quickly and ruthlessly jammed it forward back into Helvetica's arm. If the girl could still talk, Beyonce must have been doing something wrong.

Everything was becoming a blur, now. Helvetica's arm was screaming at her, causing everything else in the arena to blur and mesh into a cacophony of sound and light and pain. The American could hear Beyonce talking to her from above, could hear the referee encouraging her to do ... something, through it all. Waves of discouragement emanated from the crowd and reverberated through the ring, sending a chill through Helvetica's body as it was pushed flush against the ring. And still, all the "student of the game" could think of, was to try and figure out what exactly Beyonce was missing.

There was something. The woman was surprisingly dominant. Physically powerful, technically sound. There was just something missing, that kept Helvetica, as a self-proclaimed expert in all things wrestling, from getting completely behind her. "Hhggnn!" Helvetica grunted, as she tried to squirm out a little bit. Beyonce's full weight was on her now, pinching her soft skin against the mat. Helvetica's arm was at a seemingly impossible angle, trembling in its precarious hold. And still, despite all logic, Helvetica tried to right herself, to get more air to talk.

"Th-this," she panted, sweat running down her face in a heavy wave, "is good! So good! But y-you're missing suh-some ..." the words were coming out with incredible strain now, as Helvetica was forcing each of them out from gritted teeth. She shifted again, thinking she could put herself at a better angle to breathe. However, her idea of that "better breathing angle" came at an incredible cost ...

"SometheeeeeeeyyYYYEEEAAHHHHHH!" Helvetica's usual demands started off snarky, then erupted into a wild scream of agony. As loud as it was, however, it wasn't loud enough to drown out the rapport of bone pressing to its limit, then snapping under the pressure. The crowd fell silent, as Helvetica's arm gave. "Hhhhheeeuuughhh!" Helvetica groaned, completely losing control of herself as her arm gave way, snapping in half in Beyonce's powerful grip. Spittle and tears flew from the American's face, while she shook her head wildly, in pain.

Beyonce didn't need the scream to know what happened as Helvetica's arm seemed to go limp in her grip from the sickening punishment. Beyonce tossed it aside like a banana peel and then stood up.

The fact that Helvetica had not gone unconscious from that pain was an incredible bit of bad luck on her part and Beyonce walked to the center of the ring, basking in the boos that rained down upon her. Even if Helvetica was obnoxious, Beyonce had gone too far. Worse yet, she seemed to have no remorse for her actions as she crossed her arms under her chest and stared emotionless at the downed, writhing girl.

The referee was quick to intervene and was already rushing to call for the paramedics to assist the wailing "student of the game." She was also quick to call off the match and soon the bell was ringing furiously to put a stop to what was happening even if Beyonce wasn't budging one inch and seemed to have no interest in continuing her destruction of the poor Helvetica.

While Beyonce seemed to have no interest in the official finish of the match, the ring crew was scrambling to put an official end to things. The crowd screamed madly, not accustomed to that level of brutality in the ring. The ring announcer was already calling the match for Beyonce, shouting to be heard above the din of the crowd.

Meanwhile, Helvetica had fallen completely limp. The sheer shock of the break was enough to make the American pass out, only able to offer brief, twitching convulsions as her sole sign of life. A faint trail of drool ran down Helvetica's chubby cheek, as the eyelids of "the student of the game" fluttered shut. She'd never looked too competitive in the ring, but it was safe to say that no one had ever left her as thoroughly beaten, as completely devastated as Beyonce just had.

As Helvetica's limp body was being carted to the physicians in the back, the announcer took to the mic. The crowd would still have their part to say about it, jeering Beyonce even as she'd proved her dominance, tonight, but it wouldn't change the outcome. Realistically, there could be no doubt as to who had come out on top of that fight.

WINNER: BEYONCE