Of Like Minds

Time’s like this, Anesthesia found herself wishing she’d acquired some genuine knowledge in psychology, instead of specializing in more chemical, tangible pursuits. She was reasonably certain that any psychologist worth their salt could’ve written a rather thick book about Nadya.

She was tempted to compare this woman to Evil Rose, thinking of the animalistic nature of her favored creation, but in truth, she was something so different, so much more vicious. Evil Rose was a beast, yes, but she was driven by primal emotions, responding to her whims of lust and fury. Nadya seemed to operate on sheer, unadulterated hate. Anesthesia could feel it in those cuts, those bites, that searing look in her eyes. She had no knowledge of this woman killing anyone, but she didn’t doubt that she was capable of the act for a moment.

It made her dangerous. And with that in mind, she should’ve been a touch more careful, should’ve kept her own distance, but her own rage blinded her to such things.

She’d been charging in, eager to continue slapping this woman around the ring, when Nadya’s kick lashing out like a piston, hitting her straight in the crotch. Even after the mauling she’d taken in that particular area all through this match, it was still pain that caught her totally off guard, and she dropped to her knees immediately, hissing and cursing from the pain, her face buried into the canvas, her eyes screwed shut tight from the pain.

Nadya was bloodied as Anesthesia looked to deal as much damage as she could to the Russian at once, but Nadya was not going to stop fighting until her body literally shut down on her. Nose and mouth dripping blood, Nadya looked back over her shoulder and still managed a vicious, snarling smile as her foot smashed into the fake doctor's cunt, stopping her dead in her tracks. Anesthesia went down, gurgling and cursing, flat on her front on the canvas, her ass sticking up in the air as Nadya turned over onto her hands and knees. The black-haired woman spat out a wad of blood and spit, shook her head to try to get it to stop ringing, and, when it at least died down somewhat, she would crawl over to her enemy and get on top of her, one arm wrapped around Anesthesia's shoulders, the other reaching up to entangle nimble fingers in the bitch's brown hair.

Once she had a firm grip, Nadya would exact revenge for her own face being slammed into the canvas just now. She would lift up, shake the woman's noggin around a bit, then slam it down, trying to let it land on the nose or mouth, where the impacts could do the most damage. Then she would repeat the process. After a few gos, when she hoped Anesthesia was stunned enough to be incapable of lashing out at her with a counter, Nadya would slowly get to her feet, ignoring the aches and pains throughout her body...

...and, lifting a leg up, would try to bring her foot down on the back of her foe's head, to smash that face even harder into the ring.

This was not going to end well, and Anesthesia knew it. She couldn’t look up and see Nadya approaching, but she could feel the vibrations through the canvas, hear her growling breaths, smell the heady musk of bloody sweat growing stronger, taking over her nostrils. Her instincts told her to flea, to make distance, and that would be a good course of action. Her body was less than compliant at the moment, however. Whatever came her way, she’d have to suffer through it.

The fingers in her hair were good evidence of that. Hateful, spiteful, a grinding grip that could’ve pulled her strands free from the scalp. But Nadya wasn’t so petty as all that. No, she had much more practical, brutal things in mind.

Anesthesia’s face was rammed into the canvas, again and again and again, each impact hitting harder than the last one, each leaving her too stunned to put up any resistance for the followup, each one wrecking her vision and making her shake about on the canvas. It all would’ve been bad enough by itself, a hellacious hammering, but Nadya just had to cap it all off with a resonating coda.

Nadya’s foot - or what Anesthesia assumed was her foot, in the little time she had to process such things - came crashing down on the back of her head, smashing her face into the floor with devastating force. For a moment, a blissful moment, her entire world went white, as if her brain needed to do a hard restart to deal with the trauma. When it came back, however, the pain was there in full force, along with the scent of blood filling her nostrils and the taste of it dripping along her tongue.

”You bitch!” She shrieked as she flopped away, covering her face, as if the entire thing was threatening to fall off. ”You disgusting, fucking bitch!”

Nadya wanted that stomp to end things. She was tired of this bitch, this fake doctor, lauding fake praise on her and expecting her to do her bidding, then turning into a pissy little cunt when Nadya turned out not to be the sort of yes girl who would play along with some bizarre scheme to...do what, exactly?

Hurt people, obviously, but Nadya wasn't sure what the endgame was here. Even if she was, she didn't like the look of this woman's face. The "doctor" got her out of prison early, but Nadya would have been just fine staying inside. She had bitches there who she had a good time with. And real challengers who could test her fighting skills.

The stomp didn't end things, but it did shatter that nose and bloody that ugly flapping mouth, and Nadya barked laughter as the woman flopped away from her like the pathetic little worm she was. With how vain she was about her appearance, Nadya had to imagine having her face smashed in like this in front of her own employees was just eating Anesthesia up. Nadya planned to do a lot worse before she was done. "Fuck you, dripping fucking cunt!" Nadya yelled, as she got behind Anesthesia and lined up another kick, this time aiming to punt the bitch right in her pussy!

"Vhat ze fuck you think I'm going to do to you, huh!? Play it fucking easy? Trashy little fake doctor BITCH!"

Hard breathing. Pain. Adrenaline, coursing through her veins.

Anesthesia ate all of this up, using the energy of the moment to bolster her resolve. Later on, she would likely be throwing up, and covering the scars from this fight would be an arduous affair. But worth it, well worth it, if - no, when she showed Nadya what the pecking order was, here. This was her fight to win.

Anesthesia was looking over her shoulder, peering through her fingers as Nadya moved in for another kick - not that it was hard to guess what her next target would. The woman loved to kick below the belt, and she wouldn’t blame her for that. But she was going to pay for it.

Anesthesia spun about as the kick came in and raised her leg, letting it collide with her shin instead. Hardly pleasant, as bone cracked against bone, but far better than the alternative, and it left her in a good spot to counterattack. With a feral shriek, she threw her body forward and rammed her shoulder into Nadya’s chest, looking to knock her flat on the mat.

Nadya was not going to lose this fight.

For one, she was stronger than this ugly bitch. She had been through more shit in her life than this precious princess could even imagine, and had come out of it with muscles and tactics that Anesthesia would never be able to understand.

And Nadya had absolutely nothing left to lose.

Anesthesia fought like a wildcat, far below her supposedly cultured standing as a "doctor," and if Nadya were in a generous mood she would maybe be able to respect that. Right now, she just wanted to hurt Anesthesia, and so it only made her angry when the woman suddenly spun around, blocking her kick to the cunt with her own leg—running the risk of shattering bones in both women's limbs in the process—before slamming her shoulder into Nadya's tits. The Russian nurse growled angrily as she felt her breasts compact, another bruise forming as she was knocked backwards. Reaching out, she would try to grab onto Anesthesia—her tits, her hair, anything—intending to bring her down, as well. On top if she must. But Nadya did not intend to let her opponent stand while she was on the floor.

Nadya did not fall.

It was a stunning sight to see, really, and if Anesthesia were not so blinded by hatred, she could have appreciated the tenacity in her foe. By all rights, this woman should have been on the floor by now, should have been spent. She had expected her to be tough from what she’d read, but this went far beyond her dossier. It was a level of fortitude that any hardcore wrestler would’ve been envious of. A ferocious dedicated fury that few could match.

It was that sort of determination that allowed her to not immediately topple, and gave her the depth of mind to reach out, grab Anesthesia by the hair, and pull her along, dragging them both to the floor in a messy, sweaty heap. The saving grace was that Anesthesia wound up being on top, but she could take small comfort in that - in a fight like this, such things changed quickly.

Knowing her time could be short, Anesthesia reached out and wrapped her hands around Nadya’s skull, gripping the hair for a tight grip. With it secure, she lifted it up and brought it down hard, ramming the back of her head into the floor again and again and again, driving with more force each time, screaming like a wailing monster with each impact, throwing more of her weight into it.

Nadya dragged Anesthesia down with her, stretching out that scalp as they went to the floor again. The hated doctor was on top, but that position was less dominant when restricted by a firm hold on the roots of her mahogany mane.

But Anesthesia made the most out of her position on top, first by copying Nadya's hold on her, bringing her hands up and burying them in Nadya's dark locks on either side of her head. Staring daggers up into her opponent's eyes, Nadya was ready to let out another cutting taunt when the second part of Anesthesia's move came into play, as she lifted the Russian nurse's head up...then slammed it down onto the floor.

Then back up...and back down.

Nadya's skull was thick, luckily for her, but it didn't prevent this kind of vicious assault from shocking her, and hurting like a motherfucker. She screeched and yelped with each impact, agony shooting down her spine and through her whole body, suddenly making her feel like she had ten years' exhaustion weighing down upon her. Her own hold on Anesthesia's hair weakened...then strengthened again, as her arms, moving almost on their own, desperately dragged left, then right, trying to toss the woman off as Nadya's vision blurred and her body spasmed violently with every white-hot impact...

Anesthesia was laughing. She wasn’t even sure when she started laughing, but she was now, and she didn’t even have control over the response. It was just a weird reaction that wouldn’t stop, as she could feel her deeper demons starting to rise to the surface with every crack of Nadya’s head against the floor. The adrenaline was taking hold, making her pound the woman’s skull even harder. Around them, the other nurses took hesitant steps forward, as if they might intervene to keep their leader from crossing a line she couldn't come back from.

It was a moot point, as it turned out, because she would never get the chance. She had just pulled Nadya’s skull up for another slam when the woman threw her arms out in a desperate bid for escape, toppling the Naughty Nurse to the side and dropping her flat on her back.

If that happened earlier, it wouldn’t have been such a problem. But now, on the brink of exhaustion, her body was sluggish and defiant, resisting all her attempts to control it. Anesthesia fell to her back, tried to lift herself back up, and fell down again like a turtle on its shell. Another attempt proved equally futile, and the one after that.

”You fucking...fuck…” She growled and his through her teeth, struggling to stay awake as she writhed, a pool of sweat already forming beneath her.

Nadya somehow managed to throw Anesthesia off of her, and before the thumping of her head against the floor had done any damage greater than a mild concussion—unless the concussion was so severe that Nadya's natural instincts for her own body had been thrown completely out of sync.

She tried to rise, but could only manage to turn slightly to face her opponent. Her body was tired, even if her mind was still as active as ever, throwing out a thousand different courses of action and eliminating them before generating a thousand more. With Anesthesia staying down, as well, the brutal battle finally catching up to her, Nadya wanted so very desperately to get on top of her and pummel her into a faceless mass of bloody meat.

But Nadya had no more strength than her foe did.

"Fucking...bitch..." Nadya groaned. She reached a hand out, grabbing onto the nearest breast of her opponent. She dug her nails in and twisted and raked as much as she could. She would take all of her anger out on that one tit if she couldn't reach any other part of the phony doctor's body. "I vill...finish you."