Kelly Conway Vs. Nikolette Tessla

The battered and dazed Conway was tired and worn out, but nothing was stopping the rage from within her, consuming her drive and nature.

She shoved the girl down and crawled atop of Nikolette, wrapping her hands around the woman's throat, squeezing tightly as she lifted up the mechanic's head and mercilessly slammed it back down on the mat, before lifting up and slamming once more, doing this over and over as she stared down into Nikolette's eyes with a lost, deranged stare.

Nikolette only grunted as Kelly shoved her onto her back. When she was mounted, she huffed, but she could not stop Kelly from squeezing her throat. "Hrk!?" Only a small gurgle of protest and Nikolette's hands weakly pawing at Kelly's arms was the defense the Serb managed.

Her hips bucked but the slamming of her head against the mats slowed her until eventually the only movement coming from her was the jostling from Kelly's shaking.

The furious Conway looked down at her hated rival with cold, vicious eyes, pushing down on the throat as she throttled Nik's skull.

"Kill you... Kill you...."  she muttered over and over  as she choked Nikolette before releasing the poor girl and rolling out of the ring.

"Gahh!!" she hollered in frustration, her body sore as her head remained dizzy. But she fought on, teaching under the apron to retrive a steel chair. Raising it above her head to show the crowd before rolling back inside, using the chair to aid her in standing as she limped over towards Nik before raising the chair high above her head to bring it down hard across Nikolettes body!

Nikolette could only paw helplessly at the blonde continued choking her furiously. She only gurgled and sputtered as her eyes slowly began to droop along with her fading breath. When she was released, Nikolette rolled to the side and coughed, heaving and gulping big breaths of air.

She could feel her lungs slowly refilling and didn't pay attention to Kelly one bit as she fetched the chair. It wasn't until the chair smashed against her toned form that it finally registered. "Yaaaaahhh!"

Nikolette screamed and writhed underneath Kelly, flopping around as her eyes shut tight in pain.

Blasting Nikolette with the chair shot, the hard metallic 'clang' was heard all over the arena as the battered and exausted Kelly, used all the will and power she had left to punish her.

"Y-You....Fucking... Worm!!" She spat as the crowd booed her to no end. Raising her steel chair high above her head to clobber the mechanic, wanting to hear more of her screams and to keep bashing the bitch until she broke.

Once more with the chair raised above her head, she slammed it down hard across Nik's writhing body.

In what was becoming a disturbing recurrence in Nikolette's matches, an unsettling display of violence was once again being perpetrated against the Dojo engineer at the tail-end of her match. Jeering audience members heckled and outright despised Kelly for her deplorable actions, the masses cringing sympathetically from the chair shot echoing throughout the arena and ringing in their ears. The referee having vacated the ring herself in fear of her own safety. Another begrudging bystander to the carnage unfolding, one of many who found themselves incapable of turning their attention away from the ring...

...and due to that fact, they wouldn't notice the fleet-footed heiress sliding under the bottom ropes after having sprinted down the ramp from out of their purview!! Adorned in her sleeveless cobalt blue and white dress suit ensemble with pearl white boots, Gwen would dash up behind Kelly and fiercely clench her fingers into her blonde locks. Fiercely yanking her head back before dropping backwards to drive her knees into Kelly's spine in a double knee backstabber!!

Kelly sneered hatefully down at Nikolette as she prepared to slam her steel chair down once more on the mechanic's body. She was filled with so much hate that the only thing she could practically see was Nikolette herself, she paid almost no mind to anything else, only Nik and her cries of pain. Never once did she notice a certain golden haired, storming down the ramp and sliding into the ring before it was too late.

The former champion's eyes widened as she felt the fingers clinch her blonde hair before yanking the woman down into a pair of knees that wrecked her spine, spit flying from Kelly's opened mouth as she felt all the air being sapped from her lungs.

"UUUUUGHHHH!!" Kelly howled, her body arching and bouncing before she flopped off of Gwen and frantically rolled under the ropes, dropping to the floor below as she wheezed and groaned, stumbling to the barricade before turning around to see who had attacked her... Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt. Finally they had met, and Kelly greeted her with a pained, wounded scorn as she hacked and coughed violently.

Witnessing Kelly's thrashing of her beloved in an eerily similar re-enactment of their SummerSplash encounter compelled the heiress to abandon the luxurious confines of her backstage accommodations and formally introduce herself to the so called American Hero...all to the stunned silence of a gobsmacked audience. Her initial presence in the ring hinting at a possible collusion between herself and Kelly before impaling her knees into Kelly's spine put that theory to rest rather quickly.

Gwen relinquished her hold on Kelly's locks to allow her the freedom to convulse and flounder around the ring until she collapsed outside. The heiress gracefully righting herself back up and nonchalantly strolling over towards where Kelly landed while primping up her disheveled outfit from any unsightly wrinkles. Attending to her dear engineer's needs for now came second place to making sure Kelly was no longer a threat.

"Hmm~...not quite how you imagined this entire interplay would unfold, is it? Madam Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt, a pleasure I'm sure~...I hope it doesn't need to be said that torturing Nikolette is a pastime that has grown quite old, right along with your presence in this league." Gwen elegantly enunciated while propping her cheek against the palm of her gloved hand as she leaned against the ropes. She stared down at the scowling hero with a smug smirk and an aura of supreme sophistication. "It seems that gratuitous violence, perpetual defeat, and dreadfully inept leadership appear to be the only lasting hallmarks of the once revered Conway legacy. Now inexorably tainted by the sheer ineptitude of an uncouth simpleton in a ridiculous outfit who couldn't retain a championship even with the most dastardly of brutes at her beck and call...*sigh*...such a tragedy~..."

Standing up with the aid of the barricade, Kelly looked up at the ring and scowled at the British heiress who stood above her, gritting her teeth tightly, rigging them back and forth as her eyes welled up with water. First she had been knocked out now she had to deal with rich trash!?

All these big words and this smug attitude, Kelly was backing up as she heard the whole thing. Her jaw hurt so bad she didn't want to bother yelling back, she barely had any air in her lungs to do it anyway as she was wheezing so hard on her way up the ramp while being reminded of her 'failures'.

"Ohhh my gawwwd...." Kelly groaned raspily as she raked her fingers down the sides of her face before giving Nikolette and Gwen the bird.

"This isn't over... I'll be seeing both of you, real soon." Kelly muttered, not caring if she was heard before she slinked up the ramp to disappear backstage and lick her wounds.

"I'll most definitely be looking forward to it~..." Gwen responded perkily with a twiddling of her fingers towards the retreating and wheezing hero. Maintaining her cheerful and sunny disposition while she fancifully waved goodbye towards Kelly until she had disappeared up the ramp and behind the backstage curtain. Despite her own chilling commentary and spiteful snips, Gwen absolutely appreciated all the stress Kelly had caused the Dojo throughout the years. But targeting her beloved was where all of her gratitude came to a crashing halt. Speaking of which...

With Kelly soundly dispatched and the threat of danger dissipating along with her presence, Gwen turned back to address her beloved while kicking the dented folding chair out of the ring. She knelt beside her huddled up engineer and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, hoping to coax her out of her shell with her gentle touch and soothing voice.

"It appears I've finally made up for neglecting to come to your aid during SummerSplash, Ms. Engineer~..." Gwen primly stated with a concerned smile. Resisting the urge to embrace Nikolette was rather difficult, but she knew Nik was capable of rebounding quickly from such a thrashing. But just in case, several of Gwen's entourage were now steadily approaching the ring from the ramp equipped with first aid gear.