Beyonce Vs. Helvetica Lee

"You could not cripple me."

Beyonce replied tersely as Helvetica rolled to break the pin before the referee even slapped the one count down. Beyonce lifted her foot up but instead of stomping it back down, she slid it upward and forced the heel of her bare foot into Helvetica's throat and pressed with all of her weight. Maybe that would shut her up for a second or two. It was all she had anyway as the referee was immediately on her for the blatant illegal choke.

"ONE! TWO!"

Beyonce pulled away and raised her hands in the air as the referee chastised her. The crowd booed, even Helvetica, in all her obnoxiousness didn't deserve what Beyonce was doing to her.

"Well, maybe that's because I'm not a clumsy-" Helvetica's latest, obnoxious rejoinder was cut short by Beyonce's boot to her throat, however, her words coming out a garbled, choking mess.  The American's soft body began thrashing and flopping around on the mat like a fish, as her air was cut off.

"Hrrkkahhk, yhhuhh hakk-" Helvetica said, her voice coming out in a hearse squawk, still trying to critique Beyonce even without the benefit of air.  This marked what could have been the first time that the audience had ever expressed sympathy for the "student of the game," and Helvetica was still being as obnoxious as ever.

When Beyonce let up and backed off, Helvetica was still in no position to do anything to better her situation.  She could only flop over, arms nursing her aching throat, tips of her shoes pounding the mat. Really, Helvetica seemed more invested in trying to berate her opponent, despite the lack of the air she needed to do so.  Despite this, however, there was fury in Helvetica's gaze. There was a mad look in the American's eyes, possibly the most motivated Helvetica had ever looked during her in-ring career.

Once the referee had scolded her and turned her back to check on Helvetica, Beyonce brushed past her, shoving her aside as she lifted up her boot. She had no opinion of the obnoxious "student of the game" aside from her fighting abilities. Even her obnoxiousness was fairly tolerable as long as Beyonce could keep shutting her up. She didn't care about how things looked after all. She was in a fight and wanted to win.

Beyonce aimed her heel at the back of Helvetica's skull, trying to keep her mashed into the canvas and make sure this girl understood the difference between them with multiple stomps.

"G'hhauughh," Helvetica moaned, trying to roll onto her side. When Beyonce rolled her over dismissively, the American actually paid it no mind. Instead, Helvetica was struggling to keep her head in the match. To keep in the match at all, really. Helvetica reached for the ropes, trying to regroup. Then, maybe she could show this coldly intimidating woman a thing or two about working the crowd.

Or, at least she thought she could, before Beyonce started putting the boots to her again. "Buh!" Helvetica grunted, as Beyonce's stomp made impact with her skull. Helvetica's body flattened against the mat as the force of the stomp made her still-aching face bounce off the mat. Then, the repeated stomps started coming.

"Ghah!" Helvetica grunted, her body flopping uselessly on the mat as Beyonce pummeled away at her with her heel. "That's!" she grunted, trying to force out a word and not be cut off with each kick, "Bull! Shit! You! Boring! Bitch!" Physically, however, the floppy wrestler couldn't muster an actual counter. Beyonce kept coming down hard, and Helvetica kept flopping around, limbs limp and akimbo, as if she weren't even trying to get out of harm's way.

Once Beyonce had thought Helvetica had been tenderized enough, she knelt down and forced her knee into the "Student of the Game's" back. with her other foot firmly planted, she slid her hands along Helvetica's face and then painfully fish hooked her with her fingers.

As she stretched out the girl's face at the lips, she yanked back as hard as she could, using her own knee as a fulcrum to painfully arch Helvetica backwards and bend her into an L shape.

"Ngh, huh-huwhut?" Helvetica stammered, as Beyonce's fingers started snaking around the soft flesh of her face. The "student of the game" had her chubby cheeks pulled away from her jaw, had her eyelids and lips pushed and contorted into a mask of pain by Beyonce's fingers. "Hhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaoooww!" she shrieked, her head shaking violently as Beyonce peeled and tugged at her soft, delicate features.

Helvetica put up no resistance as the wrestler rocked her back. In seconds, her ample frame was pulled upwards. Helvetica's spine arched, her chest thrust forward, arms waving in every direction as she got contorted into an agonizing position by her dominant foe.

Helvetica's eyes narrowed. Frustratingly, the obnoxious ref girl was right in her face, asking if Helvetica wanted to submit. Feeding off that anger, the American's already aching face just combined with Beyonce's fishhook to frustrate her further. Slowly, Helvetica twisted her head, and began clamping her jaw down. Each bite was seeking, searching for the finger that was hooking her cheek, until she could finally clamp down on Beyonce's finger and then go for blood.

Beyonce could feel Helvetica suddenly start to try and catch her finger. The Egyptian-Japanese girl lowered her head and her face remained stoic. she slipped one hand out between bites which had two effects. Helvetica's neck was suddenly pulled in the direction of the single fish hook and she finally got her teeth on Beyonce's finger.

Beyonce hissed when she felt the touch bite. Her features winced but she bit her own lip in response and reached up with her free hand and pinched Helvetica's nose closed tightly.

She then tried to inset a second finger into Helvetica's mouth to give more area to bite down on. That wasn't her only plan though. If Helvetica wanted a taste, she'd give her more than a nibble and grunted as she tried to drive two fingers into Helvetica's throat.The "Student of the Game" could choke on Beyonce's fingers... quite literally.

As Helvetica felt her teeth actually make contact with something solid, she locked on like a honey badger in heat. Helvetica locked on, and started grinding the finger as hard as her snarky little teeth would allow.

The "student of the game" wasn't paying enough attention, however, to really register Beyonce's reaction. That was completely value-netural, to her. The crowd was jeering her underhanded tactics, and at least that was some sort of reaction. She wondered if Beyonce even cared enough to go for that kind of cheap heat ...

In seconds, however, Beyonce's fingers clamped down on Helvetica's nose, forcing her to give up her grip. "Dow!" Helvetica whined, pulling her head back."Wadge id!"

Then, however, she caught two fingers of Beyonce's, jabbed with unerring precision into the "student of the game's" throat. "Kakk! Hakk!" Helvetica gasped, her eyes widening. She looked upwards, wide, wet eyes looking up to Beyonce. She was breathless, staggered, but there was a new expression on the American's face as she regarded her foe. The blow was cheap, but stiff. Viscious. And Helvetica found herself respecting the hell out of Beyonce, for it.

Beyonce was pretty sure that Helvetica was tasting blood as her teeth slashed at Beyonce's skin. The Egyptian-Japanese girl lifted herself off of Helvetica's back and stood up. She turned and stared coldly at the "Student of the game" trying to mask the obvious pain. Knowing what Helvetica was going through made it much easier to deal with.

"If you bite off my fingers and choke yourself out, you still lose." She said harshly, the only indication that she wanted Helvetica to unclench her teeth. She pinched Helvetica's nose even harder and twisted. "Two fingers for a nose... is a fair trade?" She asked. She could probably break Helvetica's nose much easier than Helvetica could saw through Beyonce's fingers though.

Helvetica opened her mouth wide, trying to pull her mouth away from Beyonce's fingers. She also tried to twist her face out of the pinch, but wasn't quite tough enough to push through the pain. Instead, she opted to go for her default backup plan: whining.

"Nnnneeoow!" she wailed, feeling tears begin to form in her eyes. Her face was in agony, nearly blinding the "student of the game" as the highly-focused beating Beyonce had been giving her took its toll. Really, Helvetica couldn't fault the strategy: while pretty much only Helvetica considered herself a tactical mastermind, the constant throbbing in her face and skull kept her from stringing together enough thoughts to form a strategy. So, instead, Helvetica went for an offense that would let her support herself. Wrapping her arms around Beyonce's leg, Helvetica pushed her soft body up flush against Beyonce's muscular leg. She pushed weakly against it, trying to weaken Beyonce's base, convinced that any moment now, her opponent would go down. "Lemme go!" she wailed.