Of Like Minds

For Anesthesia, it was good to have the canvas under her feet again. These ropes, the turnbuckle, the mat...while she no longer had a weapon to work with in her hands, it hardly mattered in a way. The ring itself was a weapon to a properly experienced wrestler, and few had experience that could match her own.

She doubted Nadya would think in such terms, however. The woman was more of a blunt instrument, and she seemed to revel in it.

There was a savagery to her movements, a fire when she came for Anesthesia and yanked her head down into a waiting knee. She doubted Nadya had learned Muy Thai behind bars, but her strike could’ve passed for one of those signature strikes. It sent Anesthesia’s head rocking back in an arc.

It was enough to bring her down to her knees, and that was where she stayed for a moment - not that being on her knees was the worst place to be. It was a good height for her to swing her arm out like a bat, looking to club Nadya in the legs and bring her to the canvas.

Nadya had been in plenty of fights in her life. With her parents, with her schoolmates, and, more recently, with some of the whore wrestlers who she had gladly taken advantage of until a couple of them managed to fuck up her plans and land her in prison for those nearly five years—where her fighting style only got more brutal. Anesthesia backed her up into the corner, but that knee crushed any hopes the fake doctor had of doing further damage, flooring the woman, Nadya glaring down at her as she began lifting up her knee into that face again, trying to crush her jaw—

—which just didn't happen, because Anesthesia managed to swing her arm like a club, nailing Nadya in her standing leg as she raised that knee again, the former nurse letting out a bark of pain as her thigh was hit, her balance being taken out as she collapsed, too, down onto her side on the canvas! The two of them were on an even playing field now, as Nadya would try to lift fully up onto her knees and then swing one hand forward, trying to obliterate one of Anesthesia's big, ugly tits with her next punch, smashing the nipple back into its orb!

And down she went, crashing down to the floor after Anesthesia’s tripping attempt wound up bearing fruit. A good thing, too, because she didn’t want to contemplate what Nadya would do with an opponent she had the high ground on. She was a handful when they were on equal ground, but if she were in a position to exploit her height…

But no. Face to face, fist to fist. This, Anesthesia could do.

Anesthesia rose to her feet in tandem with Nadya, so in sync that one would’ve been forgiven for thinking they’d planned it that way. She was already drawing back for a punch when her foe interrupted it with a blow of her, striking hard and deep into her breasts, her fist sinking into the flesh and drawing a piercing shriek out of her.

But if Nadya thought she could deal that sort of pain out without taking it in return, she would find herself sorely mistaken, and Anesthesia would show her why with return fire. She retaliated with a right hook, one that was aimed at the side of Nadya’s breast, going for the tender spot where it connected with the rest of her body.

Face to face, fist to fist.

It wasn't Nadya's preference, not something she had ever developed any particular fondness for while she was assaulting injured women in hospital beds or beating rival bitches with pipes out in the prison yard. No, she didn't love this sort of fight, the way all the professional wrestlers claimed to, but she could beat up anyone, anywhere, whether they were fighting back or not.

And on some level, it did seem like this Anesthesia, foolish, brain-dead cunt though she may be, deserved a fair fight. So Nadya rose up together with her foe, the two of them nude, covered in bruises and a little bit of blood, standing in the center of the ring. They both pulled their fists back, but Nadya took the first shot, her punch drilling into Anesthesia's tit, the nurse feeling flesh collapsing and condensing underneath her knuckles, that erect nipple flattened, nearly inverted!

Anesthesia would retaliate just a second later with a tit punch of her own, targeting the side of Nadya's chest, where her breast connected with her torso, hitting soft flesh and compacting it against bone and getting a shriek from Nadya, the Russian grimacing, momentarily wobbling back—and then swinging forward again, her eyes like lasers staring into Anesthesia's as she would keep the tit-punching theme going with a combination: one left jab right to Anesthesia's nipple, and then a right hook to the underside of Anesthesia's left breast.

And, at the last possible moment, Nadya would open her hand, letting her nails dig deep into the underside of her foe's mammary, turning a normal uppercut into a brutal claw as she twisted her talons into that flesh.

The next shot was going to hurt. There wasn’t a single doubt in Anesthesia’s mind, and it wasn’t just because all of Nadya’s strikes were painful - no, she could see the intensity in the woman’s eyes, feel the heat on her breath, sense the tension in the air. It was like she grew stronger as she took more and more damage, as if the pain merely egged her on.

A true savage. Maybe even more than Evil Rose - a realization that only made Anesthesia want to tame her all the more.

That pleasant thought was temporarily erased from Anesthesia’s mind as the return fire found its home, a vicious slash into her breast. This one had all the malice she predicted, as Nadya’s used those nails of hers to cut away at the skin. It was cruel, dirty business that had her screaming at the top of her lungs, her howls filling the room and making her subordinates cringe.

The temptation to return fire in kind was strong, but Anesthesia resisted it - partly because she wasn’t keen on her chances, and partly because she was growing a tad tired of all these marks on her skin. Instead, she reached up, grabbed Nadya’s hair, and pulled the wild woman over her shoulder as she twisted around, attempting to drop her flat on the mat with a vicious variation on the snapmare: the hairmare.

The two of them, staring into each other's eyes, were linked on some raw, primal level. Nadya had felt it before, as predator and prey, though as much as she hated Anesthesia she had to admit that this bitch had put up a good enough fight that she couldn't truly be called prey—not yet. Strangely, it made it all the more satisfying to stare into her eyes, to see the realization of what was about to happen, and that small instant of helplessness right before Nadya's nails cut into the underside of her breast and she howled like a dying animal.

The nurse grinned. That was one of the most beautiful noises she had ever heard. And she intended to hear it again.

She twisted her claw in deep, not letting go right away, trying to maul that flesh as much as possible and make the "doctor" bleed. But, finally, Nadya would pull her hand away, with a parting ripping motion designed to do even more damage even as she was disengaging. She brought her hands back up into a loose guard, pausing a beat as she waited to see what her foe would try. She was expecting more of an exchange of blows. She didn't expect this to suddenly turn into a pro-style match, as Anesthesia grabbed her hair with both hands, twisted around, and threw her down hard onto the canvas, the brawling nurse unable to stop her as she found herself flipped over and landing hard on her back, letting out a bark of pain and annoyance!

Perhaps Anesthesia was thinking about this all wrong. As fun as it was to get back to her roots and engage Nadya on such a primal level, it was an arena that the former nurse seemed to hold real sway in, that played to all of her strengths. Sooner or later, the fight would move fully in her favor, and if Anesthesia wanted to keep that from happening, she needed to stay in her wrestling.

Experience counted, after all.

Her first instinct was to drop her ass on Nadya’s face, but given the tone of this fight, it was probably not a good idea to have her most private of parts anywhere near this woman’s teeth. There was a less humiliating, but more effective option, however, and that was what Anesthesia went for.

Lifting Nadya’s head up, she dropped down behind her, reached out, and tried to pull the woman in close, wrapping one arm around her neck while pushing her head forward with the spare hand - a classic rear naked choke. Not a typical move she employed, but this was clearly a special occasion, and as such...

Nadya, just like Anesthesia, was making an assessment of how this duel would be fought. And she didn't like the idea of it turning into a wrestling match. For one, it meant she wouldn't be getting her hands on Anesthesia, feeling the crunch of bone beneath her knuckles, feeling warm flesh yielding to her claws and teeth. And second, as Anesthesia clearly understood, Nadya's wrestling knowledge was somewhat lacking. Sure, she could put a woman in a choke hold, or bend her in half, but she was more experienced as a pugilist than as a submissionist and had not done the research necessary to elegantly turn a foe's moves back around on her.

That was going to be a problem as the faux-doctor grabbed her, slid onto her back like a monkey, and wrapped those arms around Nadya's throat, tightening them around it to cut off the nurse's oxygen, Nadya letting out a croaking noise as she all of a sudden was put in a particularly dire situation! With Anesthesia's warm tits and crotch glued to her back, Nadya fully able to feel her foe's sweaty, naked form grinding on her own, the Russian woman would bring both hands up and claw at Anesthesia's arms, trying desperately to force her to let go of the choke!

Got her.

There were really no words to describe how immensely satisfying it was to wrap her arms around Nadya's throat and pull her in tight, completing the hold and cutting off her circulation in one fell swoop, establishing true dominance. For one thing, it meant that she finally had a way to shut the bitch up, something that was more precious than gold, and it put her on the path to establishing the pecking order. At this point, she hardly care whether Nadya joined her cause. Oh, she wanted that to happen, but her primary concern at this point was coming out on top and making this woman eat every little insult she'd spat through that vile mouth of hers.

The clawing was a bit of a problem, though. Nadya fingers came up and scratched against Anesthesia's forearm, leaving reddening welts across her skin, threatening to break and bleed. It presented Anesthesia with the precarious position of choosing whether she wanted to deal with the scars or just knock this woman out, here and now. Not the easiest choice, but...

Anesthesia let go of Nadya's throat, only to grab her hair and yank it down hard, slamming her skull into the canvas along with it. She brought her down for another hard bounce right after, and another one to go along with it, before she finally released the witch and stood up, taking a moment to catch her breath and lick her wounds. Oh, and enjoy the scenery. Of course.

Nadya had felt like a caged animal before. Most of her childhood. The many years she just spent in prison. When shoved into a situation like that, she felt fear, like any normal woman would.

And then, she felt shame at the fear she felt. She felt the burning need to make up for that shame, to prove herself to anyone and everyone involved in trying to keep her down. She lashed out wildly, violently, in every direction she could.

And in that came a strange sort of peace. If she could exact as brutal a price as possible, she didn't care what happened to her. If she were to die, she would die satisfied so long as the corpse of her killer was slumped down beside her own.

She clawed at Anesthesia's arms, trying to score those arms as deeply as she could, gnashing her teeth, blood and drool spraying the bitch's wrists as Nadya tried to turn her head down far enough to sink those teeth into the woman's arms and rip at her flesh. She couldn't quite manage it before the "doctor" released her from that chokehold and, instead, smashed her face down into the canvas. And then did it again. Nadya hissed and yelped as her face smacked into the mat, blood dripping from her nose as she got back up onto her hands and knees, casting a vile look back over her shoulder at Anesthesia. "Ugly fucking cunt..." she growled, before trying to swing a leg back to land a donkey-style kick right in Anesthesia's crotch!