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The beautiful Annabelle Wayne entered her home in a WWCL-owned condo in the League Compound with a mile-wide smile on her face and a championship belt around her shoulder. Annabelle was a fighter with the World Women?s Championship League, a franchise that moves women away from the simple roles they have in competing leagues and elevates them to a status beyond any male wrestler. Tonight, Annabelle had decisively ended her rivalry with the redheaded beauty Miranda and not only won the League Championship belt, the Queen of the League belt, but also ended her rival?s career in a spectacular fashion. As stipulated by their One-Hour Ironwoman Match, the two faced off in a fight that would force one of the competitors to leave the League. For the first part of the match it seemed that Miranda could achieve a victory against her platinum-haired and busty rival, but after a vicious counterattack that included a powerbomb nearly ten feet off the stage onto a table, Annabelle took complete control of the match and would extract pin after pin and submission and submission from the beaten former Queen. The beating would be so brutal that even if there had been no retirement stipulation, it would have been unlikely that Miranda would have fought again anyway with the tremendous punishment and utter destruction that she endured that evening.

Annabelle walked towards her fireplace, wincing from the abuse that Miranda had inflected on her earlier, and placed her hard-won belt on top of her mantelpiece, the light reflecting off the polished silver and leather of the Queen of the League belt. Though several of the League?s championships, the Hardcore Title in particular, are supposed to be defended 24/7, Annabelle had been given a twenty-four reprieve from this policy in recognition of the tremendous effort and length of her championship match.

Her body aching and screaming for rest, Annabelle simply collapsed onto her couch, still gazing in adoration at her new belt. Though exhausted and battered, Annabelle had never felt such pride in herself before: she had finally accomplished a dream she?d had since leaving Texas as a teenager, in being a champion of champions. Even before being invited to join the WWCL, Annabelle knew that she would one day rise to the ranks of greatness in the League. After completing her training in the various fighting disciplines that are offered in the WCCL, the middle-twenties Annabelle rocketed up through the ranks of the League, brutally cutting a swath through her opponents. Finally she had finally risen high enough in the ranks to be eligible to face the Queen of the League, the top title in the WWCL where only the two top ranked fighters in the league are eligible to compete.

Eyes dropping, and the effects of League Doctor prescribed pain-killers taking hold, Annabelle gradually laid down on the couch and fell into a deep and partially drug-induced sleep, forgoing even the changing from her street clothes into something more comfortable. Hours would pass by until a soft click could be heard at the door and a shadowy figure would slip into the new Queen?s home, closing and locking the door behind her. Moving softly across the apartment, the figure would find Anna laying on the couch and bore a hole through her with her dark brown eyes. The figure was Lucia Luciano, a vicious, dirty fighter and specialist in causing pain in the WWCL.

The scion of Italian and Spanish immigrants, the twenty-something woman was the very picture of a Mediterranean beauty; long jet-black hair framing a beautiful face, near permanent golden tan skin on a body fit for a model, and a bust that rivalled the sleeping blonde?s own. When invited to join the League, Lucia began her WWCL career by earning herself a name as a vicious and hardcore fighter, taking matches to extremes and crushing her opponents? wills to fight. Lucia found herself a rival by the name of Miranda, the former Queen of the League, and clashed with her continuously in a rivalry that had become legend. Lucia was eventually suspended from the league for 18 months after nearly putting Miranda in a coma after a particularly hard-fought match. After completing her suspension and once again climbing up the rankings, Lucia was all set to take on Miranda for the Queen of the League, until a last-second rankings jump by Annabelle stymied her chances. Witnessing the Championship match tonight and realizing that she would never humble Miranda in the ring again threw Lucia into a rage that led her to the platinum-haired woman?s home tonight.

Staring down at the newly-christened Queen of the League, Lucia slowly knelt next to the couch and quietly pulled out a set of handcuffs from her pocket. Taking the nearly-drugged woman?s hands, Lucia gently pulled them behind Annabelle?s back and cuffed them together. Making sure the cuffs were fully secure, Lucia now walked over to the kitchen and got a glass of water from the sink. Walking back to the couch, Lucia poured the water onto the golden-tanned blonde?s sleeping face.

Sputtering wide awake and shooting to a standing position, Annabelle searched for the source of the water only to find her hands cuffed behind her back and a dark-haired intruder standing just a few feet away.

?What the fuck!?? the blonde yelled. Lucia simply smiled in her cruel way and viciously punched Anna in the face, the force of the punch knocking Annabelle flat on her back by the side of the couch. Quickly straddling the busty blonde?s stomach and pinning her shoulders down with her arms so that Annabelle couldn?t buck her off, Lucia kept on Annabelle on the ground. Leaning forward so that they were nearly nose to nose, Lucia stared daggers down into the new Queen?s blazing blue eyes.

?It?s Lucia, whore. Miranda was mine to destroy, I worked hard for months to climb the ladder so that I could ruin the bitch only for some stupid blonde whore to come in and fuck! Everything! Up!? Lucia punctuated each word with a punch across the kisser of the Southern girl.

?I?have a?day reprieve?you?re going to?be fucking fired?for this!? Annabelle managed to gasp out as pain shot through her jaw. Annabelle?s insides twisted at the identity of the woman in her home, the raven-haired vixen?s exploits well known throughout the League. Not having met Lucia personally, the vicious woman had been suspended at the time when Anna joined the league, Annabelle had none the less studied her matches against Miranda extensively to explore the former Queen?s weaknesses and tactics in the ring. Anna knew in her current predicament she couldn?t face Lucia and her mind raced to find a way to escape.

?You only have a day reprieve from losing your belt, not from getting your ass kicked! Besides, I want to take your title away from you where everyone can see it, here and now I just want to hurt you!? Lucia said as she once again punched the downed Annabelle. Leaning back and ripping open the blonde?s t-shirt, Lucia revealed the tremendously large and tanned breasts that Annabelle had become so famous for, held back only by a pink lace bra. Having comparable assets, Lucia knew just how much breasts can be targets, and she fully intended to enlighten Annabelle to that fact!

Ripping off the pink bra and tearing off the tatters of Anna?s shirt, Lucia almost playfully traced the half-naked blonde?s right nipple with her sharp red nail, gazing coyly into blonde?s furious eyes. Believing she built up Annabelle up enough, Lucia suddenly applied a double breast claw to Annabelle?s assets, her nails stabbing Anna?s rack and flesh oozing from out between her fingers as she squeezed with all the considerable strength in her hands. The Queen screamed and tried to buck Lucia off of her, only to receive a backhand for her trouble. Releasing her hold on Annabelle?s left tit, Lucia focused all her strength on the blonde?s right breast, squeezing it so tight that it began to turn purple from lack of circulation and the abuse it was receiving.

?Why are you doing this!?? Annabelle screamed out as the pain in her chest grew worse with every second.

Lucia looked down on Annabelle and spoke slowly and through clenched teeth as though talking to a particularly dim child, ?Because you took Miranda away from me, slut, she was going to be my toy and you went and broke her before I got a chance to play again. I told you this already, cunt.? Switching from right tit to left tit, Lucia continued, ?However, now that Miranda?s gone, that means I?m now up into the top two and you know what that means, don?t you, blondie?? Lucia smiled viciously as now the left tit turned purple. ?It means I?m stuck with you now, so I suppose I might as well make the most of it!?

Releasing her grip on Annabelle?s left tit, Lucia lowered her head towards Anna?s prized assets. Giving the tip of Anna?s battered right breast a playful little lick, Lucia proceeded to bite down and chew as much as the tit as possible, centering on Annabelle?s nipple. Screaming bloody murder and tears flowing down her cheeks, Annabelle desperately tried to roll onto her back to assuage the fire that consumed her breast, but the weight on her chest kept the Queen on her back. Switching from right to left, the Italian-Spanish beauty chewed on Anna?s other tit as well, the taste of sweat and flesh filling Lucia with a powerful lust that needed to be sated, a lust to destroy Annabelle.

For nearly ten minutes, Lucia chewed on Annabelle?s tits, the blonde struggling the entire time. After a final nibble to both of Anna?s nipples, Lucia final released her Doberman-like hold on Anna?s assets. Leaning back and examining her handiwork, Lucia licked her lips as she felt another surge of pleasure flow through her at the sight of Annabelle?s battered but otherwise beautiful rack covered in bite marks. Though none of her bites had broken skin, Lucia knew from past experience the excruciating pain that breast attacks can have. Playing with her own tits through her shirt and bra a little bit, Lucia felt her blood race and shuddered with pleasure with the thoughts of what she was going to do to this bitch tonight and in the future.

Annabelle through all this was desperately trying to find a way to find a way to escape, even though her mind was clouded with the immense pain that Lucia inflected upon her. Given the exhausting Ironwoman match that she went through earlier and now the beatdown that Lucia was giving her, not to mention the fact that her hands were cuffed behind her, Annabelle just didn?t have it in her at the moment to put up any kind of fight. Anna knew in her heart that any other time she could have taken the black-haired bitch on and beat the shit out of her, but here and now she just couldn?t do it.

Resting her hands upon her opponent?s breasts, Lucia leaned forwards, and looked Annabelle in the eyes again, noting the lack of tears and the look that promised Lucia that when Anna gets free of her cuffs, she would come after Lucia with everything she has and make her pay. Nodding in acknowledgement of the threat, Lucia got off her enemy?s chest and took a firm grasp of Anna?s long hair. Dragging Anna to her feet, Lucia shot a knee into the Queen?s stomach, doubling her over and knocking the wind out of her. Taking advantage of Anna?s position, Lucia grabbed Anna by the back of her jeans and her hair and began racing them both into the far wall, building up a full head of steam before ramming Anna?s head into the wall, denting the drywall with her skull.

Collapsed up against the wall and seeing stars, Annabelle stared straight ahead in a dazed manner. Seeing that her opponent was almost out of it, Miss Luciano decided that she needed to help Annabelle wake up a little. Taking a grip of the platinum blonde hair of the Queen, Lucia forced Anna to crawl on her knees across the condo and into the bathroom, flicking on the light as they entered. Almost dragging the Queen towards the toilet, Lucia flipped up the seat and shoved with both hands Annabelle?s head into the thankfully clean water. Waking up instantly, Anna frantically tried to get her head out of the bowl, kicking her legs out as Lucia did her best to try and drown the other busty woman in four inch water.

Anna had never been so humiliated in her life! On what should be the proudest day of her life, she was fighting to keep from drowning in her own toilet bowl! Spots forming around her eyes, Anna felt her lungs burn from lack of oxygen and desperately wondered how far Lucia was going to take this.

Noticing Anna?s movements began to slacken slightly, Lucia pulled Anna?s head out of the bowl and allowed the Queen to take a few gasps of air. Turning her head to face Lucia, Anna bared her teeth and made a heroic effort to try and lunge at Lucia, fully intent of tearing the bitch?s throat out with her teeth. Laughing at the attempt, Lucia easily halted the attack of the now weak-as-a-kitten Anna with a backhanded slap and forced the Queen?s head back into the bowl, closing her eyes and listening to the churning of the water as though it were beautiful music, losing her focus on Anna.

Feeling her new rival?s arm slacken ever so slightly, Annabelle, quick as a rattler, pulled her head out from the toilet and scampered away as best she could, coughing violently as she tried to clear the water from her lungs. Collapsing up against tub a few feet away, Annabelle looked up at the smiling Lucia through her wet hair. Seeing her enemy get such pleasure from her pain, Annabelle made a solemn vow to herself to hurt this bitch as SEVERELY as possible and humiliate her as PUBLICLY as possible! Annabelle vowed to make what she did to Miranda tonight pale in comparison to what she will do to Lucia!

Looking down at the platinum blonde as she did her best nearly unconscious wet animal impersonation, Lucia smiled widely at the furious look of pure hatred that the new Queen gave her. Lucia was a woman who thrived on hardcore competition and bloody rivalry and she knew that with her opening salvo tonight, the rivalry between Annabelle Wayne and Lucia Luciano would be one that would put all others to shame!

Feeling her now-wet shirt cling to her skin and feeling a bit overdressed even for this auspicious occasion, Lucia simply tore her black shirt off and revealed her purple lace bra. Now on nearly equal terms, clothing-wise, Lucia simply walked over to the downed Anna with the intent of continuing, not expecting the kick to the breast that Anna would suddenly lash out with. Fortuitously for Lucia, Annabelle?s battered body simply didn?t have the strength to do any kind of damage to the Mediterranean beauty and would actually wind up hurting Anna more then her.