Priscilla Haynes vs. Linda Lashley - Running Roughshod

Priscilla gritted her teeth, feeling angry at herself. Hearing the taunt from Linda didn't help her case either as she continued nursing her aching head after taking the chair shot to the top of her skull. As she remained on the mat, Priscilla sensed that her opponent was going to take something, presumably her whip from earlier, and she knew things would get worse after this.

Struggling to get back up, Priscilla would try to regain her bearing, but before she could actually get herself back up, Linda let loose a whip attack, the weapon cracking against her body, eliciting a pained scream from the noble fighter. "GAAHH!!!" She shut her eyes tightly in order to fight the pain. She remained on the mat, seemingly in pain. Things didn't look too good for Priscilla at the moment, and Linda would be able to continue with her attacks without Priscilla being able to stop her.

It felt so fucking good to finally be able to use her whip on Priscilla!

As the leather struck against the noblewoman's body, Linda began to laugh, a mad cackle of glee erupting from her lips. She lashed out a second time, and then a third, feeling elated and ecstatic as she beat Priscilla with her favorite weapon of choice.

"Like, does that feel good?!" She asked, towering over Priscilla as she lashed out at her. "Do you like the way that feels?! Because, like, I'm loving every second of this, bitch!"

After the third strike, she took a step back, admiring her handiwork for a moment. Only a brief one though, because in the next instant she would step back towards Priscilla, lifting her whip high over her head once more before bringing it straight down again, going for one more big lash across her opponent's body.

Priscilla was unable to protect herself against Linda's whip attacks, and she cried out in pain each time her body was struck. Her brow scrunched up as she tried to think straight despite the pain, and the mad cackle from her opponent didn't help her case either. She gave Linda a disgusted look after hearing her laughs.

"Y-you're insane..." Priscilla let out before she took another crack of Linda's whip, and she slumped against the canvas, moaning out in pain. Her body trembled, and the parts where she was struck seemed to have the marks. Her outfit seemed to be torn from the hit, and there were red nasty gashes on the parts where she was hit. "Guuhhhh..."

"Insane...?"

Linda paused for a moment, chuckling under her breath. She shook her head, smiling down at Priscilla, before going to step over her body. With one foot on either side of the woman, she began lowering herself down, taking a seat on Priscilla's back, a nasty glint in her eyes all the while.

"Like, I'm not insane. I just like seeing women like you squirm and suffer. That's all."

And with those words said, she would grab her whip with both hands, attempting to pull it in front of Priscilla's neck, so that she could lean back and try choking her own with the nasty, cruel weapon!

Priscilla was on the mat, feeling pain all over her body after taking all those whip attacks from Linda. She listened to Linda's words rebuffing her about being insane, telling her that she just loved seeing other women like her suffer. She grimaced as she couldn't believed that someone like Linda could exist. But she couldn't dwell on such a thing for long as her opponent decided to take a seat on her body, sitting on her back.

Feeling the weight of her opponent on her back, there wasn't much Priscilla could do before she felt her opponent wrapping her whip around her neck. Realizing what Linda was planning, Priscilla tried to bring her hands onto her neck in order to stop her opponent from doing whatever she had planned for her, but it was too late as the dominatrix started choking her with the whip. "HARKKHHHH!!! GRGKHHHHH!!!" Priscilla's mouth was o-shape as she gasped in pain as she was choked by Linda using the whip.

It was all too easy, wasn't it? Linda had Priscilla right where she wanted her, trapped within her grasp, and as far as she could see, there wasn't really anywhere for the Wild Rose to go. All she had to do was wait it out, waiting for Priscilla to give in.

Tightening her grip on her weapon, she leaned back, tugging and yanking harder on the thin strap of leather that was her whip. "Come on!" She yelled, laughing as she watched Priscilla gagging and gasping before her. "Like, give it up, or it's going to get a lot worse for you, okay? And I mean, a hell of a lot worse!"

With her being choked by her opponent using the whip, there was nothing else Priscilla could do at this rate. She gagged and gasped, and the choke was starting to take its toll on her. She couldn't breathe, and soon, she might asphyxiate from this. It could cost her her own life, and she was left with no other choice but to tap out.

So, she desperately tapped her hand onto the mat, signalling her submission to Linda. There was no way she could stop her opponent from choking her through other means, and she had to accept her own loss here and her own humiliation for being beaten so easily by this insane woman.

Linda was a little bit surprised. Part of her had expected a little bit more of a struggle from Priscilla, a little bit more resistance, but she wasn't going to complain, not when the other woman was doing exactly what the blonde had demanded of her and submitting to the harsh choke.

She gave her whip one more jerk, and then eased up on the choke, smirking at the sound of the bell declaring her win. With slow movements, the dominatrix obviously a lil' tired from the match, Linda rose up to her feet, turning away from Priscilla to face the crowd...who, naturally, immediately began to shower her with boos and jeers, hissing at the blonde's cruel actions against her opponent. They didn't bother Linda, though. Quite the contrary, in fact. She simply smirked more, standing victoriously over the other woman, raising her whip high above her head with both hands. The crowd couldn't do much more in response other than boo Linda louder and harder, and this of course led to the blonde just smiling wider back at them.

After nearly a minute of her posing and basking in the audience's hatred, however, Linda finally turned back towards Priscilla, looking down at her with a nasty smile. She leaned down, running a hand slowly through her own hair, as she called out towards her fallen opponent.

"Hey. Like, see how easy that was? If you had just, like, realized how outmatched you were sooner, I wouldn't have had to embarrass you so fucking hard. Like, maybe next time you'll learn, yeah?"

Priscilla was forced to tap out from being choked by her opponent, and soon, Linda released her from the choke, unwrapping the whip from around her neck as the bell was sounded to signal the end of the match. She remained on the mat, feeling miserable over her devastating loss. While the crowd detested the way Linda won the match, it still didn't change the fact that Priscilla lost in the end. There was no way she could live this down at this rate.

Then, Linda decided to taunt her, and she wordlessly listened to what the dominatrix was saying, feeling drained physically and mentally due to her loss. She would remain on the mat, despondent. While she would not cry, the result of this match was just too much for her that she almost broke into tears.

"Aww. Did I hurt you too badly? I'm sorry...not..." Linda teased as she watched the expression on Priscilla's face. It had been a while since she had driven someone almost to the point of tears, and she couldn't help but be amused by the sight.

She lowered herself down further though, wanting to end things on a 'good' note. She came down to her knees, and then the blonde leaned down, placing her lips right beside of Priscilla's ear. She lowered her voice into a sultry whisper, saying one more single thing to the woman before she left.

"Don't worry. Like, next time we fight? I'll make you feel good instead..." she said softly, lifting a hand to slowly rub it down the side of Priscilla's body, letting the woman know just what exactly she meant by that.

Then, with a final smirk towards her opponent, the blonde rose back back up to her feet. She flashed the audience another grin, and then turned to make her exit, Lina stepping towards the ropes and sliding out of the ring. heading towards the ramp to leave.