Frau Doktor Eirina Makishima vs. Anesthesia - The Healing Touch

Anesthesia hardly saw the problem for Eirina, here. She asked to be let go, and to be fair, she was let go - after her head had been slammed into the canvas with all of her weight driven behind it, in a move that was designed to crack skulls and necks alike. She really should’ve been more specific, the poor thing.

With her foe reeling on her back, Anesthesia took a moment to appreciate her work, running her hands over the now-exposed chest. A fine form, good structure, supple to the touch - whatever her misgivings about this woman, she couldn’t deny that she was quite the catch. A shame that fate had pitted them on opposite sides - in another life, she could’ve worked real plans with a woman like this.

Thoughts for another time. Business called, now.

While the match called for her to make Eirinia orgasm, Anesthesia was in no rush to get there - the situation was well in hand, so why not enjoy her time? With a handful of the doktor’s hair, she began to stand up, hauling her new rival to her feet in the roughest way imaginable, forcing her to rise if she didn’t want to lose clumps of that cute, purple hair.

Rattled from the inverted DDT, Eirina had to suffer the indignation of having her opponent having her way with her now-exposed breasts. Before she could recover and try to stop Anesthesia, she felt the other doctor's hand grabbing her by her hair again, causing her to cry out in pain as she was forced to get up again. "Aaahh!!" Having no choice, Eirina rose up when she was roughly yanked up like that.

Still disoriented thanks to the impact from Anesthesia's attack earlier, Eirina was still feeling groggy, but she could not afford to do nothing now that she was still in a very disadvantageous position. She needed to do something, or else she might end up taking more damage.

So, despite her disorientation, she still could see her foe before her, and she didn't need clear mind to mount her counterattack. After she was yanked up, Eirina would try to swing her forearm at Anesthesia's chest, attempting to deliver forearm strikes at those breasts of her, and for extra measure, she would try to give her repeated hits, hoping that they could stop Anesthesia from carrying out her next plan.

And now came Anesthesia’s favorite part of any match: the gloating.

As she lifted Eirina, she made sure the woman could see the smile on her face, domineering and in control. All part of the mystique. ”Now, now,” She spoke in a low, husky tone, her voice just managing to carry over the braying crowd. ”I know you’re not quite feeling up to it at the moment, but try not to disappoint me, dear. I’m looking forward to-”

Eirina proved to be a hardier opponent than Anesthesia had originally surmised, as she managed to lash and strike her with not one, not two, but three insolent strikes to the chest before she had a chance to react, hitting home with desperate. It wasn’t enough to beat her back, but it was more than enough to tick her off, making her drop the veneer of cordiality in an instant.

”Insufferable brat!” With her hold on the hair still held tight, Anesthesia reared her leg back, then shot it forward at full force, going for a knee strike aimed at the middle of Eirina’s forehead.

Not only that her effort to break herself free from Anesthesia's grip failed, her situation also had become much worse when she received the knee strike right onto her forehead. "HRKHH!!" It felt like everything around Eirina was shaking violently when Anesthesia's knee found its way on her forehead. Provided that if the other doctor let go of her hair upon delivering her attack, she would repel backwards and then land on her back, and would be laid on the mat, spread eagle.

At this point, Eirina had no capacity to defend herself from Anesthesia's further assault, and besides the throbbing pain inside her skull thanks to her foe's vicious strike, she felt like everything around her had quieted down, even the hollering noises from the crowd. At the moment, she could only numbly stare at the lights above her, completely helpless against Anesthesia's machination.

Anesthesia hated being so rough - at least, when she was trying to play up her sweeter side - but she had to admit, it was warranted here. Frankly, she didn’t like what she was seeing so far from her opponent, as the picture of a competent wrestler was painted. This was supposed to be a showcase of her abilities, and she wasn’t about to be upstaged. Not by some strange, purple-haired uber-frau.

”Oh, dear.” Anesthesia, her voice filled with faked sympathy as she strutted around her fallen foe, hands on hips and a cruel grin on her lips. ”Did I overdo it a bit?” She stopped when she came around to Eirina’s head and looked down on her, casting her shadow over the doktor’s body. ”Apologies. Here, let me help you up.”

Anesthesia stood on Eirina’s long, purple hair as it splayed out over the mat, then bent over to grab her by the wrists. With only a low chuckle for a warning, she pulled Eirina’s body upwards, while her feet kept her hair planted to the mat, tugging hard on her scalp in the process.

Screams. Anesthesia wanted to hear her scream with that lovely accent.

Still lying on the mat, Eirina was trying to shake off the pain from the vicious knee strike to her forehead from earlier, but Anesthesia didn't have any intention to give her time to recover, from the look of it. She walked around her downed form before she realized that the other doctor had stepped on her splayed out hair. And then, Anesthesia, with her cruel smile and mocking words, bent down and yanked her up by her wrists, pulling her up. Not with the intention to bring her back to her feet, but to torture her some more as Anesthesia had Eirina's hair planted under her feet.

Anesthesia got what she wanted. Eirina felt like her scalp was burning when her opponent yanked her up while having her hair pinned down by her feet. She tried her best to deny her the satisfaction of hearing her scream, but in the end, the pain was so great that despite her best effort, she couldn't stop herself from screaming out in agony. "HRRRGHHHHAAHHHHH!!"

Eirina shut her eyes, not wanting to look at the face of her opponent while she was subjected to such torture. There was not much she could do in this situation, and her mind was frazzled due to the pain she experienced. The only thing she could do at the moment was to desperately move her hands and wrists, hoping that by doing that, she could free her hands from Anesthesia's hold. She didn't know whether it could work or not, but she needed to try regardless of that.

There it was. The doktor’s scream was everything that Anesthesia hoped it would be: long, loud, blood-curdling. As counterintuitive as it was in this sort of match, she cooed along with it, let the vibrations flow through her body, and did nothing to fight the tingle between her legs. At this rate, she might orgasm without Eirina’s help at all. Would that still count?

Regardless, it was a wonderful, amazing sound. But, like so many good things, it wasn’t meant to last.

”Anesthesia! Drop the hold!” The referee’s demands earned a sneer from the Dark Nightingale, but she persisted with her torture. ”1! 2! 3! 4!”

The referee had just start get out the last the count when Anesthesia let go of the hold, giving her foe the release she surely craved. Disappointing, but the damage had been done. Eirina was reeling, and there were so many vulnerable parts on her now, parts that Anesthesia could stretch and bend and break to her heart’s content. ”Come on, dear, no laying around.” She circled back to her foe and gave her a swift kick in the side, urging her to stand. ”No rest for the weary. Or the wicked.”

Eirina had to endure the pain, doing her best to prevent herself from screaming some more, with little success. Thankfully, the referee intervened and stopped Anesthesia from continuing such a cruel move. Eirina thought that she could at least take some time to recover and think of a way to fight back, though her head was still wracked with pain, which made it hard for her to think properly.

"Urnghh..." Eirina groaned as she fell back onto the mat. With difficulty, she tried to turn over to her side before attempting to push herself back in order to get back on her feet. And due to her condition, Anesthesia took her chance to deliver another attack, a parting gift of sort with a kick to her side. "HRGHH!!" She let out a pained grunt after taking the kick, her side throbbing painfully.

With great difficulty, Eirina struggled to get up, almost buckling under her weight at least twice before she finally got back on her feet, panting and grimacing in pain. She clutched on her hurt side, trying to soothe the pain from the kick earlier. She tried to ignore the pain from having her hair pulled a while ago, brushing aside some stray locks off her forehead as she locked her gaze on Anesthesia. From her expression alone, one could tell that she was unhappy with what Anesthesia had done to her earlier, and from the scowl on her face, she wanted to make it clear that she wanted her opponent to pay for what she had done.

But, her body was still wracked with pain, thus making it hard for Eirina to keep standing. So, she stepped back, trying to formulate a plan as she moved closer towards the ropes while her eyes were still focused on Anesthesia.

The crowd was never shy when it came to voicing their disapproval of Anesthesia’s tactics, and today was no exception. They booed and jeered when she kicked Eirina in her side, vocal in their displeasure, even though she’d technically done nothing wrong. It was only a kick. If her opponent couldn’t get up in a timely fashion, that was her own fault.

”Having a little trouble there, dear?” She folded her arms and watched as Eirina struggled to stand, making her way up like a newborn fawn. An amusing sight. It was clear that her sides were hurting, which meant that Anesthesia had a viable target to focus on - all she ever needed, really.

The referee moved away soon enough, giving her space to move in, and she was quick to press her advantage. With a bold step forward, she tried to grab Eirina, pull her in, and then throw her hard into into the nearest corner, putting her deceptive power into the motion.

Pressure. She had to keep up the pressure. Once she’d ground Eirina down to a nub, she could start having some real fun.

With her still recovering and her body still aching, Eirina was unable to react in time to Anesthesia's move, and she ended up being grabbed by the other woman and then thrown towards the nearest corner, in which her front collided into the turnbuckle. "Hurgkhh!" Not only that the collision managed to knock the wind out of her sails, having her breasts crashing onto the turnbuckle also hurt quite a lot, and she ended up slumped against the corner, moaning in pain and her tits throbbing in pain.

"Guh... d-dammit..." Eirina muttered while she was at the corner, her back facing her opponent.

At this rate, Anesthesia would be able to have her way with her, and Eirina needed to regain her composure and recover. But at the moment, with her being slumped against the turnbuckle and her arms draped on the middle ropes connected to the turnbuckle, she had become quite an easy picking for Anesthesia. She could only hope that she could endure whatever Anesthesia would throw at her way.