she's too helpless

Baroness lifted Tara by her hair, tearing off the last of her clothes in vicious tugs that pulled at Tara's soft skin. While she worked, she cursed her maids being cut off and went to grab the turnbuckle, unlacing its padding and ripping it away.

She'd swing Tara bodily forward, making her face crash into it and scream in pain. Her already sore face distorted with pain, a bit of blood running down her forehead as she wailed in agony. Heartlessly, Baroness stalked over to her and lifted her head up, licking up the blood. "Pathetic tart," she snarled before biting into the injury, making the blood pour out a bit more and Tara scream miserably as she thrashed and kicked blindly.

Baroness chucked Tara back to the mat, standing with a foot expectantly on her face and her arms out wide. "Go on, you wretch. End this match and pay me the respect I deserve!"