The War: Bianca "Bubbles" Burste vs. Femke "Golden" Brouwer

Darya knew that they were fine. She could sense it, sense it in the air, that even after all of this damage, all the pain and the pleasure, every single move that almost broke the ring, that their wives were still alright and they would not have to worry about any serious injuries. She knew it. She could tell that was the case. It was just...very difficult to keep that in mind in the heat of the moment. This match had been brutal on a level Darya had never witnessed from a spectator's standpoint, and she was glad to have her new friend Mariah there with her, to cling to, to reassure her, and to be an object of reassurance herself. Darya had had so few friends over the course of her lifetime that she appreciated just being able to express what she was thinking and feeling...

"Zey are. Yes, zey are okay," she concurred, clinging tightly to Mariah, their nearly-nude bodies pressing together, though Darya was not exactly about to start another lovemaking session. As hot as the combat in the ring had been, her worry had overcome her arousal for the time being.

"Now it is just time to see...who vill stand..."

Femke's muscles were not obeying her brain. They were firing at seemingly random times, too late or too early to work in coordination. She would get one arm up, and then feel it slip in the oil, bringing her face smacking down into the oil again. She rolled, wiggled, only gently, barely making ripples in that warm liquid medium now. She groaned. Her eyes fluttered, as she turned her head to look at Bubbles, that beautiful, perfect opponent who even now was mirroring her. Then she looked over to the sidelines, to Darya, to Mariah, the two gorgeous managers clinging tightly to each other. That brought a smile to Femke's face, too. This match...had changed her life in ways she couldn't have predicted going in. And she knew it was going to be absolutely gigantic going in.

No reason to try to do any more. It was already perfect. She couldn't wait to see Bubbles when she woke up, to tell her just what an honor, what a thrill it was to fight her. She wanted to be showered with kisses from her worried wife and properly thank Mariah for the swimsuit...

All of that would come so much sooner once she slept.

"Nine! Ten!"

The bell rang, and the crowd roared.