Nikolette Tessla Vs. Angel

Nikolette had a thousand different responses to Angel as the girl began to berate her in the ring. Even though her mind suddenly raced with a prescience she hadn't had the whole fight, her body was almost in a state of shock, unable to move itself or do anything to respond to Angel's grizzly assessment of their differences.

When she heard Angel's final words, all she could do was gasp as her eye4s widened in fear. She was already beaten, bloody and humiliated. What more could she expect from the demented Latina?!

Unfortunately shew as about to find out as Angel yanked her up by the hair, her body only cooperating enough so that she wouldn't be dead eight in the painful grip. She was chuckled like a sack out of the ring and hit the ground with a sickening thud. She barely even bounced as she lay barely conscious and groaning only having enough presence of mind to let her hand trail between her legs and cover her bare chest.

Angel slipped out of the ring after Nikolette. She wasn't going to give the poor girl a single moment's rest, not until she was done with her at least. She moved towards the mechanic, dropping down to her hands and knees, getting right into Nikolette's face. Her voice took on a whispered tone, still sounding harsh, but just quiet enough for only Nikolette to hear.

"You want to know what someone like Sarah Gatt would do to a worthless little toilet scrubber like you, chica?" She began, her face close enough to almost be touching Nikolette's. "She would pull out a chair right now. She would beat the shit out of your naked body with it, then she would smash your head wide open with it. Then she'd let the stupid twins of her's have some fun with you...and that would just be the beginning. By the time she was done with you, you'd never want to set foot in this arena again." A sneer came over her face, as she took a moment to catch her breath. "But you know what? I'm nicer than that. I'm not going to go that far, but I am going to make sure you understand just what some of the women in this company...myself included...are capable of, since you seem to be so clueless."

With that, Angel began to rise up again, taking hold of Nikolette's hair one more time, pulling her up to her feet alongside the Latina. With no more words, she started to yank and pull her around the ring, towards the sturdy steel steps leading up onto the apron. The crowd went quiet, a hush falling over them, as she began to realize what Angel was planning. Some of them...most of them...couldn't believe it. Was Angel really going to go this far and hurt Nikolette like this?

The answer was yes. With a grim smile on her face, Angel suddenly took off towards the steps with Nikolette in tow, trying to ram the poor girl's skull straight into the side of them, as hard as she could.

Nikolette only opened her eyes to slits to try and get the focus on Angel and off the blinding arena lights. When Angel came close, she leaned forward, pushing her head against the Latina just to give herself some more support. To take even a minimal amount of pressure off her body.

Angel's words tickled at her ears but she barely registered them. She really had no clue about what She acted like Nikolette had never lost before. That she had no clue about what girls in AFW could do. Rumi, at least, had been proof enough of what girls int he AFW could do.

But Angel was having none of it and once more she was hauled up by her hair. Her knees pressed hard into the thin mats outside as she tried to crab walk behind Angel, forgetting about her shame for the moment as she pressed one hand against Angel's ass and futilely dug her nails into the cheek.

"Stop! Angel! Don't! Don'tdon'tdon't!" She pleaded before her head was whipped down painfully and slammed with a loud thwack that echoed through the silent arena. Nikolette fell limp against the chrome steps as a new wound opened up on her already lacerated head.

When Nikolette smashed into the metal steps, the ringing sound echoing throughout the arena, she let the girl go, letting her drop to the floor. She stared towards her for a moment, half in dislike and half in pity. It was finally over; she knew there was no way that Nikolette would be getting back up from that.

Silently, with a bit of exhaustion and tiredness in her steps, Angel turned from Nikolette, heading towards the ramp that would let her exit the arena. Already medics was rushing to the ring, hurrying to Nikolette's side to check on her, but Angel paid them no mind. She didn't care anymore. Nikolette was already out of her mind. Instead, her thoughts were on the long, hot shower she was going to get once she got back to the locker room. For the Latina, it was time to relax and enjoy her easy win.