Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Wonder Woman waits in her corner for the sound of the bell signalling the 2nd fall. Humiliated and afraid she does not want to do this
(The crowd is on the edge of their seats as Wonder Woman waits in her corner, still reeling from the humiliation of the first fall. Tiny Terror taunts her, waving and holding up the pink ruffled panties that WW had been forced into at their last fight.)
Tiny Terror's voice drips with malice as she teases Wonder Woman: "Hay, Wonderbaby! Maybe if you're going to keep crying, you should wear this again! You know, to really get into character!"
The crowd is in a frenzy, chanting "Crybaby! Crybaby! Crybaby!" as Wonder Woman refuses to come out of her corner. She's humiliated and defeated, and doesn't want to face another round of torture.
But the bell rings, and she knows she can't escape. She has to face this little monster again. With a deep breath, she steps into the ring, her eyes meeting Tiny Terror's.
"C'mon, Wonderbaby," TT taunts, waggling her tongue. "Let's see what you've got."
WW's hands are shaking as she raises them, trying to hide her nervousness. "I'm not a baby," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
TT laughs, a harsh, grating sound. "Prove it, then.
Show me you're not a crybaby." Tiny Terror's eyes gleam with challenge, her voice dripping with disdain. Wonder Woman's breath hitches as she realizes what she's gotten herself into. She's never been one to back down from a challenge, but this is different. This is personal.
WW's heart pounds in her chest as she takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come. She can't show weakness, not now. Not ever. She's Wonder Woman, damn it, and she won't be bested by this tiny terror.Tiny Terror decides to take matters into her own hands. She drags Wonder Woman out of her corner by the ear, loops her arms over the ropes, and twists the ropes to hold her in place. The crowd is in shock as Tiny Terror gives Wonder Woman a final beating, delivering blow after blow to the helpless warrior.Wonder Woman's body is battered and bruised, but she's not giving up. She's just trying to survive the humiliation and get it over with. The crowd is on its feet, chanting "Finish her! Finish her!" as Tiny Terror lets go of WW's arms and pins her to the mat.
WW's body is battered and bruised, her once-pristine costume now torn and tattered. The referee counts to ten, and Tiny Terror is declared the winner of the second fall.
WW slumps against the ropes, panting and defeated. Tiny Terror struts over to her, a wicked grin on her face. "You're mine now, Wonderbaby," she purrs, running a finger along WW's cheek. "I can do whatever I want with you."
WW glares at her, but there's no fight left in her eyes.
Tiny Terror takes that as her cue, grabbing WW by the hair and forcing her to her knees. The crowd roars in approval, lapping up the spectacle.
"You like that, don't you, you fucking whore?" TT spits, grinding her crotch in WW's face. "You love being on your knees for me."
WW says nothing, her eyes filled with hatred and humiliation. But Tiny Terror can see the spark of defiance still burning within her, and it only serves to fuel her desire.
She wants to break her, to make her submit completely. She wants to hear Wonder Woman beg for mercy.
TT pushes WW's head back, forcing her to look up at her. "What's the matter, Wonderbaby? Cat got your tongue?" She laughs, a nasty, grating sound. "Or maybe it's my pussy that's got your tongue. Is that it?"
WW glares up at her, but TT can see the fear in her eyes. She knows she's outmatched, both physically and mentally. TT runs a hand through WW's hair, gripping it tightly. "Such a pretty little mouth.