The Bottom of the Barrel

Lukretia smiled and put her hand up to Cheryl's cheek. "Das is gut, meine frau." She whispered. She lifted up her wine glass. "Here's to vinning ze title!" She said and toasted.

Isabella lifted her glass giggling. Cheryl, still not able to believe that, and without turning her head to see what her hand was doing, nervously tried to grab her glass of wine, which she hadnt even tasted yet. The smaller girl took the glass and lifted it up slowly. "For the title!" Isabella announced.

Lukretia touched the Cheryl's glass and then stood up and touched Isabella's glass. She sipped her wine and set the glass down. She then muscled her way inbetween the two and put her arm around both girls. "Now girls." She began. "I think maybe ve should do a little bit of training, just to get you in shape, vat do you think?"

Isabella laughed happily. She was really, really excited. She and her sister were going to get a shot at the title! What could be more exciting than that?! Cheryl wasnt as happy as Isabella though. She wasnt one to express her happiness too much. She liked more to save her feelings to herself. "Let's train then!" The blue haired sister screamed, already wanting to be in the ring.

Lukretia smiled at the girls eagerness as she ran her hands down both their backs, rubbing them gently. "It's good zat you are so enthused. I guess my eye vas right on ven I spotted ze two of you."

Lukretia stood up. "Vhy don't ve head to ze ring und spar for a little bit zen?" She asked. "If you vill give me a moment to change into something more practical I vill meet you down in ze gym?"

"Alright! We'll be waiting in the ring!" Isabella cheerfully announced and grabbed her sister by the wrist, leading her forcefully towards the door. The blue haired sister walked like a soldier, dragging Cheryl along until she interrupted her. "Wait, Isabella! Do you even know where the ring is?" The girl stopped for a moment, and turned back to look at the girl with the german accent. "Errmm... Where exactly is the ring?" Isabella asked, rubbing the back of her head and closing her eyes. She felt quite stupid; she was a wrestler! How couldnt she know where the ring was?

Lukretia brought her hand up to her temples when she was asked where the ring was. Secretly she smiled even wider though. I think I would struggle to find wrestlers that were even more incompetent than these to. How perfect! She then sighed. "Vait here one moment und I vill be right vith you." She escprted the two out of the room and shut the door. A few minutes later, she was in her wreslting attire and took them both by the wrists and guided them to the gym ring like they were puppy dogs.

"Hopefully you vill remember ze vay for next time." She said simply, fairly sure they would not. She let the two go and hoped into the ring waiting for them both to enter. "Vhy don't ze both of you try taking me on at ze same time." She said with a sinister smile on her face.

The sisters had nothing else to do but to wait for Lukretia to change her clothes. A few minutes later, when she came out of the other room, the sister's eyes widened. 'Is that... her wrestling attire?!' Cheryl thought, her jaw dropped. Isabella was thinking something of the matter. 'Wow... She looks cool!'. The little girls were lead to the gym ring by the bigger girl with the german accent. As she released their wrists and challenged them to fight her, they stood still, doubting they could even last 5 minutes with the girl. Finally, after a few seconds, Isabella had the guts to climb into the ring, not before gulping heavily. Her sister Cheryl followed her, really nervous.

Lukretia waited patiently, seeing hesitation in the girls. She wasn't really looking to train them. She knew no amount of training would really prepare them for what she had in store. "Vell ladies." She said. "I am going to get right too it, so do your best." her tone was cheerful, but she then narrowed her eyes and charged at the two of them, trying to double clothesline the sisters.

The girls looked at each other before staring at Lukretia. "Alright. We're ready." Cheryl said, lifting her arms. Isabella did the same, and both of them awaited for the german girl to make the first move, which resulted to be a double clothesline. The sisters held her arms in front of their chest, trying to stop Lukretia's arms from hitting them, or at least to try and weaken the move.