Of Like Minds

This was new.

Anesthesia had fought and wrestled for over a decade, taken on more opponents than she could count or even cared to, had been in just about every stipulation and every variant of wrestling known to mankind. Opponents of all sizes, moves of all sizes, all over the world.

But this, this was new.

She couldn't remember being so exhausted after a match, and it was a good thing that they were currently at a medical facility, because she was in dire need of one. Multiple lacerations, bruises, battered bones, and if the mounting headache she had was any indication, she might’ve had a concussion.

Oh, and to top it off, the bitch was scratching her tit, now. Jesus.

”Stop.” Anesthesia swatted her hand away and rolled out of reach, a monumental effort at the moment. Her minions waited around them, looking unsure, not quite knowing what protocol to follow. She’d plainly instruct them - in harsh terms - soon enough, but there was some business to be done, first. ”Still have some fight in your system, hm?” Anesthesia managed half a laugh before it turned into a groan. ”Did it feel good? Satisfying?”

Where Anesthesia had played slap-and-giggle games with prissy little schoolgirls, Nadya had grown up in a dangerous and broken home. Anesthesia's in-ring experience could never compare to what Nadya had learned in the streets, in attics and sub-levels, in hospital closets, and all the many other places where the light of normalcy refused to shine. Nadya was fully prepared to let her life end here if it meant taking Anesthesia down with her, so intense was the hate that she felt towards this woman who had dared to style herself as some sort of savior, for setting up this meeting upon Nadya's release from prison.

That hate didn't lessen one minuscule gram when Anesthesia called for a stoppage, then, having weakly swatted Nadya's hand away, began to laugh pathetically, as if this had all been some sort of joke, some game. Fury continued to boil in the Russian's heart, but confusion clouded her mind and delayed any further action. How else could she react to such a bizarre display from her foe, than with complete bewilderment?

Anesthesia rolled out of reach, and, with a loud hissing noise that betrayed just how much effort even simple motions took right now, Nadya rolled from her back to her side to face Anesthesia. The two women mirrored each other, both remaining on the floor, naked and covered in scratches, bruises, and blood. Nadya cursed how unblemished Anesthesia's neck was, swearing to herself that her next move, once she got within range, would be to strangle her. "Vhat..." she began, then let out a cough, and sucked in air. "Vhat...ze fuck are you talking about, whore? Let us finish zis."