Anja "The Raven" vs Felicia "Silver" Fletcher

Felicia was done for, unable to muster her strength to try and take some control. That match had been a complete disaster from the very beginning and the white haired just wanted it to finish so she was done and could forget about it. That was why in a bold move she was taunting Anja to go and do her worst against her even if it was clear she didn’t pose any threat for the Raven. In enticing Anja’s rage Felicia hoped for a quick finish that would put an end to her shame.

Unluckily for Silver, that wasn’t what Anja had in mind. Instead, the blonde was more than eager to use her already ascertained dominance to enjoy herself a little by further teasing the white haired. The Raven would first lie on top of her rival until she was comfy, making any space between them non existant and rubbing their bodies against each other before starting kissing all around Felicia’s neck and face.

Felicia tried her best s quirming to try and get out, but that was futile and what was worse: with each writhing movement came more rubbing between their bodies, and the white haired’s sensual defenses were starting to get worn down. She had taken a lot of physical punishment, but now Felicia was realizing how Anja had also made quite a good job with her sexual defenses. The mix of pain and pleasure Felicia was being submitted to went to her head as her breathing became raspier with excitement and arousal to the point it would be hard to conceal how horny she was getting from that. “Damn it… aaahn fucking damn it.” said Felicia in a frustrated tone when a moan escaped her mouth, denying with her head as it was the only means of resistance she had at that point.

Slowly, Felicia was getting slower and more receptive of her kissing advances, at least that was the impression that Anja had gained from the last few exchanges of movements.

Finally, when she thought that the time was ripe, she would press hard against Felicia to pin her totally against the mat then look to bite her lower lip to keep her head in place so that she could finally invade that inviting mouth of the beauty with her own tongue as a parting gift before she would take a last look at the both enraged and bewitched eyes of the other girl before she would slide a little bit forward so that her breast would engulf the face of her opponent for a breast smother.

Felicia was trying to bite her lips to block any kind of gasp or moan of excitement. After all, all of Anja’s teasing was bearing fruit in the end. A woman could only take some amount of sensual stimulus before starting to lose control, and Felicia was just at that point in which she was starting to enjoy herself even if she would never admit it or didn’t like the circumstances around it. Every small friction between the Raven’s and the white haired’s body elicited some pleasure out of her and only biting her lips prevented moans from freely flying from her mouth.

Still, it looked like Anja had something more for her as Felicia gasped in surprise when their lips sealed together in a french kiss. But instead of fighting it, for the first time in the match Felicia kissed back, wrestling against that tongue while moaning inside the Raven’s mouth. A part of Felicia wanted to just surrender, submit to Anja and ask for more pleasure, but she was still too stubborn to admit it, so even if she was visibly enjoying the kiss, she would make it look like a fighting movement.

When Anja broke the kiss, Felicia gasped for air as she was openly moaning now. Then she realized that was the Raven’s parting gift as she leaned in to smother the white haired with her chest. At that point desperation sank in as Felicia was in need of oxygen and she got caught off guard. She tried thrashing her body to get free and licking her rival’s breasts to make her move, but Anja’s grip was firm and having her breasts covered made any licking attempt useless. Felicia’s movements became more violent as she was feeling anxious, her chest burning from the lack of air and her heart beating fast. Seconds passed and her jerking became weaker as her muffled protests faded, her head drifting away as she slowly fell into unconsciousness, marking her loss but at least finishing that one sided humiliation. With a final weak pant, Felicia’s body went limp and the referee signalled the bell to ring, but Felicia wasn’t there to hear that.

Anja would enjoy her ride on the face and body of her opponent, savoring the moments when her dominance got stronger and stronger while the struggles of the other girl got weaker and weaker until they finally subsided and the pretest were silenced by two of her best weapons.

Funny enough, he referee did not dare to raise her hand initially but let the bell signal that zhe match was over. After some time in which Anja did not let go, the referee came closer to signal her that she had won, but still there was hesitation in her body to let go of her spoils of war until the reprimanding voice of the referee girl snapped her back into rreality.

Rolling over, she would sit on her butt and let her hands rest on her raised knees after her hand had been raised shortly, watching as if she was about to made a decision before finally rolling out of the ring to walk backstage, waving to her fan section once before disappearing behind the curtain.

The deed was done and the match was over. Felicia had soundly lost that night’s match and even if it was now over she had to endure the embarrassment of being one sided, taunted and pummeled as Anja wanted until the very end. There was a rough lesson for the white haired to learn there, and surely her manager would want a word with her, but for the moment Felicia was just having the blissful rest of unconsciousness.

Felicia awakened, her eyes fluttering open as she was being attended by the referee and a medical officer who was checking on her. With a formal “Are you okay to move?” they wanted to know if she would be able to walk out of the arena by herself. “Yeah, I just need some seconds before… uuugh” When she tried to sit, realization came for Felicia of in what shape she was. She wasn't ok at all. All of her body was aching and what it was worst: all the bliss she had experienced while unconscious was swapped with a terrible feeling of dizziness and nausea. Not without the help of the medic, Felicia made it on her feet once more and with stumbling and limping pace she walked out of the arena towards backstage.

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It took Felicia some time to feel enough confident to dismiss the medic who still ran some checks on her to see if she would be able to get by herself. Feeling a little better at least physically, the white haired slipped out of her bodysuit and walked inside the shower area. It was a cathartic experience for her: Silver needed cleansing both her body and mind. Her thoughts raced about how she had been handled just how Anja wanted. Biting her lips in disappointment at herself, Felicia noticed a knot forming in her stomach and nausea and headache returning to her to the point she needed to support herself against the shower wall. She dismissed all those thoughts and let her head back, allowing the water to course all of her naked body from her face to the ground. The warm water helped easing her mind out of that discomfort, and the woman thought that maybe some more time under the shower wouldn’t be that bad.

At the beginning of the sowering range, someone was hesitating for a moment. Then turning around until she had reached the door where she would keep staying, one hand balled into a fist. Sighing and tapping with one foot, she would tturn around and walk back into the showering area, grabbing a towel from a bag she knew pretty good where it was standing, then grabbing a big edding pen and scribble something on it.

Moving straight forward after a fnal moment of hesitation, she would step right in front of the cabin where Felicia was standing, obviously still reeling from getting koed in the maybe best way possible. Felicia would probably get a hearth attack all the way if she just stood there, so she would silently put a small Asian washing stool and sit down on it, enjoying the sight of the other girl as long as it was possible.

Felicia was one to thoroughly enjoy her showers. For all her life the white haired had felt comfortable in that element, and having water falling and coursing through her body helped her washing away her worries and all her bad feelings. And at that moment she had a lot to wash away. It was working though. All of Felicia’s bad thoughts about how she made a mistake in overestimating her own skills and got squashed in a one sided match that both people and herself would take a long time to forget were slowly fading. The water was a powerful symbol and a literal way of cleansing, and in Felicia’s case it worked wonders. That’s why she stood there for some more minutes, her eyes closed and her face looking upwards to welcome that gentle warm stream. Her body and her pride were still hurt and Felicia was still feelinz dizzy for her unwanted nap, but the water never judged her and came with a promise of moving forwards.

Feeling much better with herself and with a sigh of satisfaction, Felicia closed the tap and turned over to exit the shower cabin and get her towel. That was the moment she noticed Anja sitting in a washing stool, oogling at her for who knows for how long. She didn’t feel insulted by that, but less comfortable now that she was aware of how defenseless the white haired was against that blonde. She didn’t cover her body though, since it was pointless now that Anja had seen all of her body. “What? You came here to enjoy the view?”, Felicia broke the silence while she kept getting her body dry.

"And what if I did so?"
Anja already knew the answer to that question, the body of Felicia had already given it when she just shrugged it off without actually shrugging. But it was still something the Blonde had wanted to know first hand while her hands were basically moving under the cover of the towel as if ghey were looking for something to do instead of touching Felicia and peddling back on the plan she kind of had in mind.

"I heard you were advised to fight against me."
She mused, looking right at the girl while talking.
"Not everyone who shows up again is a has been. But you´re lucky, numerous peple would have fucked you up. Literally."

Felicia was just perplexed. She was approached in the middle of a very personal moment in which she felt safe and got all unsettled by her rival oogling at her while she was in the shower. It wasn’t as if Anja wanted to shower as well and they happened to share the room, the blonde was just sitting there having her fun and also took her time to lecture Felicia. The audacity!

“Oh well then, fucking thank you for only humiliating me and not fucking me. Do you like me so little you didn’t want to have your price?” Felicia exploded in an outburst while standing in there, her arms open while completely naked, and only instants after that she realized the absurd of her behavior. It may be true that Anja had some fun tease with her, but she was part of a hentai wrestling division, that came with the job. Felicia was just being a sore loser, and if she had to be mad at someone it was only to herself, and she realized that.

After some seconds of uncomfortable silence she spoke in a much calmer and polite tone. “I-I’m sorry. I just had a rough night, I shouldn’t have vented out with you like that.”

"Oh wow, beautiful and bitter. This will look good on your resume."
Anja had watched and listened carefully what Felicia had to say, although her face had stayed stoic as if she was not listning at all.
"Contrary to many other girls here, I most often play by the rules. So there was no need to take advantage of you after your ego had already gotten the better of you when you charged in just so."

Then she sighed. She had a pretty godo idea of how confusing that probably was for the other girl.
"No need to apologize. You screwed up and that hurts. But tell you what, I think you could easily do better."