She-Hulk vs Wonder Woman
"What in Hera's name is going on?" Diana's eyes snapped open, the world around her a blur of light and color.
Her body felt heavy, as if weighed down by invisible chains, and she looked around frantically, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The air had an unfamiliar energy, and the ground beneath her was cold, unyielding steel. The last thing she remembered was being in the middle of a quiet patrol in Themyscira, the tranquil island of the Amazons. Now, she found herself in an enclosed space that stretched far beyond her line of sight, with walls that curved upwards, creating a dome of shimmering light. Diana instantly realized that her weapons, her lasso her bracelets, even her tiara, were gone.
As her vision cleared, she saw a tall green-skinned, muscular figure in a tattered suit standing a few paces away, equally bewildered. "Who are you?" the woman rumbled, her voice a mix of anger and confusion.
"I am Diana, the princess of Themyscira, also known as Wonder Woman," she replied, her fists clenching instinctively. "And you are?"
The green-skinned woman's eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer, assessing Diana. "Jennifer Walters. But you can call me She-Hulk. And before you start with the superhero formalities, I think we've got bigger problems."
The two heroines looked at each other. For both of them, the other was something they had never seen before. Jennifer thought that Diana was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, her body was... perfect, she couldn't find another definition: a synthesis of beauty and athleticism to the highest possible degree, the features of her face were sweet and determined at the same time, her blue eyes were a well of kindness, in whose depths you could see a glimmer of inflexibility. She-Hulk thought that Diana was like a sword forged by a great craftsman: a work of art, perfect, beautiful but lethal.
Diana rarely felt physically intimidated by another woman, but the seven-foot giantess in front of her made her feel... small, She-Hulk's body was impressive, with strong, defined muscles that radiated the idea of an explosive power; but, at the same time, she was feminine and of a sensual and wild beauty. Diana looked into Jennifer's eyes and found the qualities of her JLA comrades: loyalty, courage, selflessness; but also the flame of an implacable rage.
Despite their differences, Diana and Jennifer instinctively recognized a kindred spirit in each other and knew that if things went badly, they could count on each other.
Diana took in the sight of the unmistakable rage in She-Hulk's eyes, her muscles rippling with power. "How did you get here?" She asked.
Jennifer's fists tightened, knuckles cracking. "Snatched from a courtroom in the middle of a case. One minute I'm fighting for justice, the next I'm in this...this...zoo!" Her voice grew louder with each word, echoing off the dome.
Diana's eyes widened. "We’ve been kidnapped. For what purpose?"
Suddenly, the air around them crackled with energy, and a deep, resonating voice boomed through the arena, silencing their conversation. "Welcome, my dear champions!" The words seemed to come from every direction, yet there was no source to be found.
They looked around, and the once empty space was now filled with thousands of alien beings, their eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation. The crowd buzzed with a cacophony of alien tongues, the sound bouncing off the steel walls. Above them, a holographic screen flickered to life, displaying a figure dressed in opulent garments that shifted through a kaleidoscope of colors. The being's face was a mix of beauty and malice, with piercing eyes that seemed to bore into their very souls.
"I am the Supreme Mistress," the figure announced, her voice a symphony of power. "You have been chosen to entertain me in a contest of strength and will."
Wonder Woman and She-Hulk exchanged a look of disbelief. "Fight? For your amusement?" Diana's voice was a mix of shock and defiance.
The Supreme Mistress chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down their spines. "Indeed. I've observed the might of your respective worlds and am eager to see which of you is truly worthy of the title 'hero'."
Jennifer's emerald eyes narrowed as she took a step toward the bars of the cage. "You've got to be kidding me," she growled, her hand reaching out to grasp the metal. As soon as her fingertips made contact, a bolt of electricity shot through her body, sending her reeling backward with a roar of pain. The crowd jeered, enjoying the show.
Diana stepped closer; her expression unyielding. "We will not be pawns in your sick games," she declared, her voice echoing through the vast space. The Supreme Mistress's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Ah, but the thrill of competition," she mused, her voice dripping with sweetness that was as false as the smile on her lips. "It is a universal language, is it not?"
Without warning, a strange force invaded their minds, planting a seed of doubt and desire. "I am the best," the thought echoed in their heads, growing stronger with each pulse of the alien arena's energy. Diana felt the urge to prove herself, to show this being the might of the Amazons. She could almost taste the victory, feel the power coursing through her veins.
Jennifer's eyes went wild, the beast within her awakening. The same voice whispered to her, "You are the mightiest there is, the She-Hulk. Crush your opponent, show them the true meaning of strength." The crowd's chant grew louder, feeding the beast, and she could feel her body swelling with power, ready to be unleashed.
Diana felt the same pressure, the need to fight, to win, but she pushed back, her Amazonian discipline and training grounding her. "We do not serve for the amusement of others," she said firmly, her gaze never leaving the holographic figure. "We fight for justice, for the protection of the innocent."
The Supreme Mistress's smile grew thinner. "Ah, but what is justice in the face of power?" she challenged, raising a finger to her lips as if pondering the question. Her hand began to move in an almost imperceptible circle, and Diana felt the pressure in her mind increase. The alien crowd grew restless, their anticipation palpable as they waited for the two heroines to clash.
With a roar that could shake mountains, She-Hulk was the first to give in to the overwhelming compulsion, her fists flying towards Diana in a flurry of emerald rage. Each punch was thrown with the might of a hundred warriors, the air itself distorting around her knuckles. Diana barely had time to react, her body moving on instinct as she dodged and weaved, her Amazonian training taking over.
The crowd's excitement grew with each near miss, the aliens stomping their feet and chanting for blood. Diana knew she had to end this before it went too far, before the control of the Supreme Mistress was complete. She waited for the perfect moment, watching the patterns in She-Hulk's attack, looking for a weakness, a sign of the woman she knew was in there.
Then, as She-Hulk's fist swung towards her again, Diana's reflexes took over. With a swift move that combined grace and precision, she blocked the punch with her forearm. The impact sent a shockwave through her body that made her bones ache. The power behind it was immense, almost as if she had tried to stop a cannonball with her bare hand. She stumbled back, her eyes wide with shock.
"You're almost as strong as Superman," Diana murmured, her mind racing. The revelation hit her like a bolt of lightning. This was no mere mortal opponent, no simple challenge to be met with brute force. The green giantess before her was a force of nature, a powerhouse that could level cities with ease.
But as the Supreme Mistress's influence grew stronger, Diana felt her own resolve waver. The desire to win, to prove herself, began to cloud her thoughts. Her eyes locked onto She-Hulk's, and she saw the same fierce determination reflected at her. The crowd's chant grew louder, their voices a siren's song, urging them to battle. With a snarl, She-Hulk threw another punch, this one more powerful than the last. Diana knew she couldn't dodge forever. She had to act, to regain control of the situation. As the fist swung through the air, she stepped aside with the grace that came from hundreds of years of Amazonian training, allowing the blow to miss her by a hair's breadth. The crowd's roar of excitement was almost deafening, but she ignored it, focusing instead on the woman she knew was trapped within the Hulk's form.
In a swift countermove, Diana's fist shot out like a bullet, aimed at She-Hulk's stomach. The impact was like hitting a wall of solid muscle, but she felt a moment of give, a hint of vulnerability. She hoped it was enough. The green giant stumbled back, momentarily stunned. The aliens' cheers grew to a fever pitch, their anticipation reaching new heights.
The Supreme Mistress's eyes gleamed with delight at the display of power. "Wonderful," she cooed, her holographic form seeming to lean forward in her seat. "I've always wondered how you'd fare against one of your own kind, She-Hulk."
Jennifer's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Diana. The blow she had just taken would have laid out most of her opponents, and here was this...goddess...standing firm, not even flinching. For a moment, she doubted her own strength, her mind racing back when she had to face Thor's might. Was this Amazonian truly on par with the Asgardian?
But the doubt was quickly overridden by the burning desire to win, the voice in her head urging her on. She-Hulk swinged her right fist at Diana, who dodged and countered with a right palm strike to her opponent’s chin. She-Hulk stepped back and Diana launched a flurry of blows to the jade giantess.
The Supreme Mistress watched in awe at the precision at the elegance of Diana’s attack: there was no hesitation in her strikes, no inaccuracies, no wasted movements. Diana's style was a lethal and perfect dance: she alternated strikes, parries and dodges with the grace of a prima ballerina.
But while Diana’s attack damaged She-Hulk, it also fueled her rage. She threw a jab at Diana, who blocked the punch with her crossed forearms, but was still pushed back by the raw power of the blow. She-Hulk threw out her arms and Diana backed away, out of the range of the blow; but Shulkie didn't want to hit, she clapped her hands so hard that the entire audience in the stands of the colossal arena was stunned by the sonic boom and even the Supreme Mistress was vaguely annoyed. Diana, who was practically at the epicentre of the explosion, put her hands to her ears and fell to her knees, gritting her teeth and trying to fight the pain that was booming in her brain.
She-Hulk lunged again, and this time she grabbed Diana by the hair, her powerful grip yanking the warrior off her feet. The crowd's roar grew deafening as She-Hulk hit Wonder Woman with a brutal headbutt and then slammed her around the arena, the steel ground groaning cracking every time Diana crashed into it.
With a snarl of defiance, She-Hulk swung Diana's body around, her grip tightening in the warrior's raven hair. Diana felt the alien steel of the cage rush towards her, and she braced herself for the impact. The moment her body collided with the bars, a jolt of electricity shot through her, a pain so intense it blinded her. She Hulk's grip didn't waver, though, and she slammed Diana into the cage again and again, the crowd's chant growing more feverish with each blow.
Despite the obsessive desire to win, She-Hulk's mind continued to function with the vivid intelligence of Jennifer Walters. The jade giantess noticed that the electric shock that pervades her opponent when she hits the cage, somehow, did not also spread to her body and decided to use it to her advantage: with a cruel smile, She-Hulk grabbed the front of Diana's costume, pulling it down and revealing the Amazon's breasts, she then grasped Wonder Woman's tits in a vice-like grip and pushed her against the cage, pressing her against the metal while Diana's body is tortured by the electric shock.
Diana's eyes blaze with fury and embarrassment as the crowd's roars mix with the sizzle of the electricity. She clenches her teeth and gathers her strength, pushing through the pain and humiliation. Her fists pound against She-Hulk's unyielding chest, her body arching against the bars as she fights back with every ounce of her being. The crowd's chant turns to a mix of shock and excitement as the two continue to struggle.
"You may have the strength of a Kryptonian, but you lack honour!" Diana manages to grit out between electric shocks, her eyes never leaving She-Hulk's.
Jennifer sneers in response, her teeth bared in a feral grin. "Honor? She-Hulk has no honor, only power!" With each word, she presses Diana harder against the cage, the electricity crackling and arcing between their bodies, a twisted symphony of pain and rage. The crowd's cheers grew louder, feeding the beast within She-Hulk.
But Diana, ever the warrior, had not given up. Her mind raced, searching for a way to break free, to turn this battle into something more than a mere spectacle for their captor's amusement. And then she saw it, the one opening she needed.
With a surge of strength that seemed to come from the very core of the Earth, Diana shot her knee upwards, aiming for the one place she knew could bring even a creature of such immense power to her knees. The impact was explosive, the sound of bone meeting bone echoing through the arena. She-Hulk's grip loosened, the electricity ceasing its cruel embrace as she stumbled back, her eyes wide with shock and pain. The crowd's cheers turned to gasps as the reality of what had just happened sunk in.
The air was thick with tension as Diana took a moment to regain her breath, her chest heaving. She could feel the electricity still dancing on her skin, a cruel reminder of the power that had been wielded against her. But she had no time for rest. The Supreme Mistress would not be pleased with a swift victory, and she knew the battle was far from over.
With lightning speed, Diana darted behind the dazed She-Hulk, her arms wrapping around the green giantess' waist and with a mighty heave, she lifted her off the ground. The crowd's murmurs grew to a crescendo as they watched in awe, unsure of what was to come next.
In one fluid motion, Diana bent backward, using her own body as a lever. She-Hulk's eyes went wide with shock and fear as she realized Diana's intent. The world around them spun as Diana executed a perfect german suplex, her opponent's head hurtling towards the unforgiving steel floor. The impact was earth-shattering, the ground reverberating with the force of the blow. Diana's rolled on her side; her grip unyielding around She-Hulk's waist. The crowd watched in disbelief as she hoisted the emerald behemoth into the air once more with another suplex. The green-skinned giantess flew through the air, a blur of muscle and rage, only to be met by the steel floor with a bone-crushing impact. Diana's arms trembled with the effort, but she held on, her legs planted firmly in a wide stance. One more time she rolled over and stood up and for the third time she slammed the back of She-Hulk’s head against the floor, the crowd's chant growing more insistent. The sound echoed through the arena, a thunderous boom that seemed to shake the very foundations of the cosmos.
Diana stumbled back, her legs wobbly, as she tried to ignore the pain coursing through her. The electricity that had danced across her skin moments ago had left her body feeling like it was on fire, every muscle screaming in protest. She took a deep breath, the smell of ozone and burning metal filling her nose.
Through the fog of pain and the din of the alien crowd, she heard the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps. She-Hulk was getting up. The crowd's roar grew louder as the green giantess pushed herself to her hands and knees, then to her feet while shaking her head in confusion. The aliens stomped and chanted, their voices a symphony of bloodthirsty hunger.
Wonder Woman's eyes widened in amazement. She had never seen anything like it. The creature she had fought so fiercely was not only getting back up but was also growing more enraged by the second. The Supreme Mistress's trickery had indeed chosen a formidable adversary for her amusement, but Diana was not about to be a mere plaything for this cosmic puppeteer.
With a roar that seemed to shake the very fabric of the arena, She-Hulk charged at her again, her tall body barreling through the air like a meteor. Diana's instincts took over, and she braced herself for the impact she knew was coming. But instead of meeting the green behemoth with a blow, she waited for the perfect moment. As the furious giantess neared, Diana spun around, using the momentum of her opponent's charge against her.
Her legs shot out, wrapping around She-Hulk's waist, and she pulled herself up and over, using the momentum to flip the Hulk and send her crashing into the steel floor. The impact was like an earthquake, the ground reverberating beneath them as the air itself seemed to split from the sheer power of the move.
But She-Hulk was not one to stay down for long. With a snarl that could curdle blood, she pushed herself back up, her eyes now blazing with a fury that was all too familiar to Diana. The crowd's chant grew in intensity, urging the two champions to continue their dance of destruction.
As the green giantess charged, Diana readied herself, her legs braced and her arms outstretched. But instead of meeting her opponent head-on, she waited until the very last second, then dove to the side with the grace of a gazelle. The speed of her evasion was astonishing, leaving a blur of red, white, and blue in her wake.
But She-Hulk was not to be outdone. Her reflexes were also otherworldly, and she caught Diana in mid-air with a bear hug that could crush a tank. Diana gasped as the wind was squeezed from her lungs, her arms pinned uselessly at her sides. She could feel the immense power of the Hulk's grip, the muscles in her arms straining against the steel bars of the cage that now felt like mere paper in comparison.
"She-Hulk squash Princess," She-Hulk growled into Diana's ear, her breath hot and rancid. "She-Hulk break Princess!”
Diana's eyes burned with a fiery resolve that matched the electricity still crackling along her skin. "Never," she grunted through gritted teeth, her body straining against the inhuman embrace. The crowd's chant grew louder, the pressure in her head almost unbearable as the Supreme Mistress's power sought to consume her thoughts. But she was an Amazon, a daughter of Hippolyta, and she would not be broken so easily.
Then, she saw it. The devious smile spreading across She-Hulk's face, a twisted expression that sent a shiver of horror down Diana's spine. The green giantess leaned closer, her teeth bared and her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. Without warning, she opened her mouth wide and clamped down on Diana's exposed right breast, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh.
Diana screamed in agony as the crowd's chant grew more frenzied, the aliens' hunger for blood and pain reaching a crescendo. The electricity in the air seemed to pulse in time with the beat of their collective heart, and she knew she had to act fast. Drawing upon the last reserves of her strength, Diana brought her left elbow up and slammed it into She-Hulk's nose, the sound of cartilage crunching audible even over the din.
The jade giantess's eyes widened in shock and pain, her grip on Diana's breast loosening for a moment. But she didn't let go of her prey. Instead, she roared, the sound rumbling through the arena like a volcanic eruption. Her teeth clenched again, tearing into Diana's flesh, the pain almost too much to bear. Yet Diana did not yield, her warrior's spirit burning brighter than the sun itself.
Summoning every ounce of her strength, Diana managed to free her right arm. Her eyes flashed with a mix of rage and strategy. She knew that in this form, She-Hulk's hearing was one of her most sensitive areas. With a swiftness that defied the laws of physics, Diana brought her arms up and slammed the palms of her hands against She-Hulk's ears.
The effect was instantaneous. She-Hulk's head snapped back as if she had been hit by an electroshock, her teeth releasing Diana's breast with an audible pop. The crowd's chant abruptly halted, the sudden silence in the arena as deafening as the roar that had filled it moments before. The Supreme Mistress leaned forward in her throne, her smug expression replaced by one of surprise.
Diana took advantage of the momentary distraction to go behind the opponent. She kicked the back of She-Hulk left leg, forcing her to fall on the left knee. Diana wrapped the arms around She-Hulk's neck, her athletic body moving with the fluid grace of a serpent. She locked her arms in a sleeper hold, squeezing with the precision of a master martial artist. The pressure on the nerve clusters at the base of She-Hulk's skull was intense, but Diana's grip was unyielding, her eyes never leaving her opponent's.
But the beast within She-Hulk was not so easily subdued. With an angry roar, she resisted, her muscles bulging and her eyes squeezed shut in pain. The Supreme Mistress's power surged in the air, urging her on, whispering sweet nothings of victory and dominance. The green giantess's hands clamped down on Diana's arms, trying to pry her away, but Diana held firm, her legs wrapping around She-Hulk's waist to keep the hold in place.
Jennifer's mind screamed, the human part of her buried under the red haze of the Hulk's rage. She knew she had to break free, to regain control, but the alien's influence was like a drug, making her crave the taste of victory. Her arms bulged as she flexed, the muscles popping and growing, the strength of the Hulk fighting against the vice-like grip of the sleeper hold.
Roaring, She-Hulk jumped, her legs propelling them both upwards. Diana felt her back slam against the cage ceiling, the steel bars digging into her spine. The impact was like a supernova, the pain white-hot and blinding. But she held on, her teeth gritted, her eyes never leaving the green monster's as she came back to the ground.
The alien crowd watched in awe as the two heroines, entwined in a dance of rage and strategy, soared through the air, gravity seemingly forgotten. Diana's legs tightened around She-Hulk's body, her arms unyielding despite the pain that shot through her. She could feel the pulse of the Hulk's blood in her grip, the beat of a heart that could power a city.
And then, with another jump, more powerful than the first one, She-Hulk's legs propelled them upwards again. Diana felt her own body weight press against her as they slammed into the cage ceiling a second time. The steel bars buckled under the impact, a testament to the sheer power of the Hulk's leap. Her arm's grip around She-Hulk's neck loosened slightly, the pain from her bitten breast making stars dance before her eyes.
As soon as she fell back on the ground, She-Hulk took advantage of Diana’s moment of weakness, in a flash, the green beauty's teeth found purchase on Diana's forearm, biting down with the force of a vice. The sound of flesh tearing was obscene, a grisly counterpoint to the symphony of the battle. Diana's scream of pain melded with the crowd's roar, the alien's excitement palpable in the very air.
The Supreme Mistress's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with a dark delight as she watched the two powerful beings locked in a battle she had orchestrated. Her psychic grip tightened on their minds, the pressure like a vice around their thoughts, urging them to continue the carnage for her amusement.
Diana let a blood curling scream as She-Hulk chewed on her forearm, driven to despair, she grabbed her opponent’s hair, pulling with all her might. The sudden pain in her scalp took She-Hulk by surprise making her scream. Diana, her arm free, faced She-Hulk and went to the offensive.
Her hand shot out, grabbing She-Hulk’s head, her thumbs poised like twin swords aiming for the soft, squishy targets of She-Hulk's eyes. She slammed them in, pushing deep into the emerald orbs with a ferocity that would make Ares proud. Her opponent howled in pain and rage, her body convulsing. Diana held on, her nails digging into the green flesh, the warmth of blood coating her thumbs.
The alien crowd watched in astonishment as the battle unfolded before them. They had never seen a creature so powerful, so unstoppable, brought to such a state of vulnerability. The Supreme Mistress leaned forward in her throne, her smile slipping for a moment before she regained her composure.
With a primal roar, She-Hulk pushed Diana away, her eyes streaming with tears of pain and fury. The Amazon warrior flew through the air, her body a crimson comet streaking across the arena's sky. She hit the steel floor hard, the impact sending up a spray of sparks and a collective gasp from the alien onlookers.
But Diana was not one to be kept down. Her rage now matched She-Hulk's, her warrior spirit burning like the heart of a supernova. She sprang to her feet, her eyes never leaving her opponent's. The Supreme Mistress's psychic grip grew stronger, her whispers of competition and triumph echoing in their minds like a siren's call.
With a roar that could be heard across the cosmos, Diana and She-Hulk charged: their legs a blur of motion as they barreled towards each other. The ground trembled beneath them, the air around them crackling with the electricity that still danced on their skin. The crowd's chant grew in volume, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as the two powerhouses collided with the force of colliding planets.
The arena floor buckled as their bodies met, the impact sending shockwaves through the steel structure. The two women rolled across the ground, their fists and feet flying in a blur of unbridled fury. There was no strategy, no finesse in their movements—only raw, unfiltered power and a desperate need to dominate. The alien spectators watched in awe, their tentacles waving and their strange voices rising in a cacophony of sound as the battle grew more intense.
Meanwhile, the tattered remains of She-Hulk's once-human clothing lay scattered around them, the fabric shredded beyond recognition by the sheer power of their combat. The green glamazon's naked form was a testament to her brute strength, muscles rippling and bulging with every move she made.
Diana, though bruised and bloodied, was undeterred. Her eyes, usually so warm and filled with compassion, were now cold and hard, the gaze of a warrior who knew she had to win at any cost. Her body, usually a bastion of grace and beauty, was now a weapon of destruction. Her breasts, though bruised from the Hulk's bite, were heaving with the exertion of battle, her nipples hard from the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
With a Herculean effort, she managed to straddle She-Hulk's prone form, her powerful thighs pressing into the emerald flesh. Her right arm shot out, and she placed her forearm against the beast's thick neck, applying enough pressure to cut off the airflow but not enough to kill. The crowd's chant grew in excitement, the aliens leaning forward in anticipation of the next move.
Diana's left hand snaked down, finding its target: the engorged, sensitive mound of She-Hulk's right breast. She squeezed with surprising force, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. The jade beauty beneath her roared in agony, her eyes bulging as she felt the pressure building in her chest. The Supreme Mistress's smile grew wider as she watched the display of dominance, the power of her will amplifying the pain Diana inflicted.
In the back of Diana's mind, a whisper of doubt crept in. She was an Amazon, raised in the hallowed halls of Themyscira, where combat was an art form, a dance of strategy and skill. Yet here she was, using a tactic that would have earned her a harsh rebuke from her sisters. But she pushed the thought aside. This was no honourable combat; this was survival, a battle of wits and endurance against a creature driven mad by the alien's influence.
As Diana's hand closed around the pulsing mound of flesh, She-Hulk's right hand shot up with a speed that belied her size, mimicking Diana's earlier move. Her massive, green fingers closed around one of the Amazon's dangling breasts, the crowd's chant turning into a crescendo of anticipation. The pain was immediate and intense, a stark contrast to the cool, calculated grip she had just applied.
The two titanic figures rolled across the arena floor, locked in a gruesome tango of agony and rage. Diana's grip tightened on the thick neck beneath her forearm, while She-Hulk's vice-like hand squeezed harder on the tender flesh in its grasp. The electricity in the air grew more intense, the cage's bars buzzing and crackling with power.
The alien spectators watched in rapt silence, their tentacle-covered faces a sea of excitement and hunger for more brutality. The Supreme Mistress leaned back in her throne, her smile one of pure satisfaction. She had never seen a battle quite so exquisitely savage, her manipulation turning these two heroines into mindless beasts.
Diana's back arched in pain as She-Hulk's claws raked through her skin, leaving deep furrows in their wake. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air, mixing with the coppery tang of spilled blood. Yet she did not relent, her teeth sunk deep into the green flesh of her opponent's cheek, tasting the metallic tang of blood and the underlying flavor of the giantess beneath it. She could feel the muscles beneath her teeth tense, She-hulk roars vibrating through her skull.
But then, the unexpected happened. With a swiftness that belied her size, She-Hulk's massive hand shot between Diana's legs, her thick fingers finding their way to the most sensitive part of the Amazon's anatomy. Diana's eyes went wide with shock and horror as the Hulk's grip tightened, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt, a white-hot agony that seemed to sear through her very soul.
The crowd's chant grew to a crescendo, their alien voices a discordant symphony of depraved delight. The Supreme Mistress's smile grew wider as she watched the battle unfold before her. She-Hulk's eyes gleamed with a malicious pleasure, a twisted smile playing on her lips as she reveled in Diana's torment. The air around them crackled with the alien's power, urging them onward, pushing them to new heights of savagery.
Diana's body writhed in pain, her mind racing to find a way to escape the unyielding grip on her most vulnerable area. The human part of her was appalled, her mind reeling from the sheer violation of it all. Yet the warrior within her knew she could not falter, not now, not ever. She had to find a way to win, to break free from the Hulk's clutches and end this madness.
Sill holding her grip on Diana's crotch, She-Hulk got up and forced the opponent on her feet, she grabbed Diana's throat and started pushing her toward the cage.
Diana's vision blurred as She-Hulk's grip tightened around her throat, her eyes bulging with the effort of trying to breathe. Her legs kicked wildly as the giantess slammed her into the unyielding steel bars of the cage, the electricity surging through her body like a river of fire. She could feel the strength draining from her limbs, the pressure on her windpipe threatening to extinguish the light of her life.
In desperation, Diana's hand shot up, her nails outstretched. They raked across the green monster's cheek, leaving deep furrows in the tough skin. But the creature's grip did not loosen. Instead, it grew stronger, the Hulk's rage burning.
Her eyes watering from the pain, Diana's hand reached for She-Hulk's face once more. This time, she targeted the creature's already damaged eyes, her nails digging in with a ferocity that defied her gentle upbringing. The Hulk's roar of pain was like the end of the world, echoing through the alien arena and sending the crowd into a frenzy.
The pressure on her throat lessened for a fraction of a second, and Diana took her chance. With a strength born of desperation, she wrenched herself free from the iron grip and stumbled back, gasping for breath. She-Hulk staggered, her hand coming up to her injured face, the alien crowd's chant swelling around them like a tide of malevolent energy.
Diana knew she had to act fast. The humanity in her opponent's eyes was fading, replaced by the Hulk's unquenchable hunger for destruction. Without a moment's hesitation, she darted behind the beautiful giantess, her legs propelling her with the grace of a gazelle. With a roar of defiance, she bent her knees and pushed with all her might, her hands against the small of She-Hulk's back.
The force of the push sent the green glamazon stumbling forward, her face slamming into the cage bars with a sickening crunch. The electricity surged, arcing around her body, illuminating her muscular form in a flash of blinding light. The alien crowd let out a collective gasp, their tentacles retreating in surprise. The Supreme Mistress leaned forward in her throne, her eyes narrowing in anticipation of the next move.
Diana took a deep breath, her chest heaving, and pressed her body against She-Hulk's from behind, trapping the opponent in a vice of steel and Amazonian might. She wrapped her arms around the monster's midsection, her legs entwining with the thick, powerful thighs, and pushed with every ounce of her strength.
With a snarl of pain and fury, She-Hulk's breasts bulged through the cage bars, the electricity crackling and sizzling as it danced along the thick, emerald skin. The smell of burning flesh filled the arena, but Diana's grip remained steadfast, her eyes never leaving the creature's. The alien crowd watched in horror and fascination as the steel bars deformed, bending under the pressure of the Hulk's inhuman form.
Pushing against burning bars with her hands She-Hulk tried to free herself; but Diana ha anticipated this move; instead of resisting her opponent's push she jumped on her back, wrapping her legs around the waist of the jade giantess and using her momentum to make her fall back on the ground.
Her legs still wrapped around the creature's midsection, Diana's left arm snaked around She-Hulk's neck, the sinew of her bicep flexing as she squeezed with the full might of an Amazonian warrior. The pressure on the windpipe was intense, cutting off the beast's air supply and turning her roars into choking gasps. Her right hand shot up, covering the Hulk's mouth and nose, the sound of her desperate attempts to breathe muffled by Diana's palm.
The crowd's chant grew louder, their voices a symphony of anticipation and excitement as the battle raged on. She-Hulk's body thrashed beneath Diana, her powerful limbs flailing as she fought the unyielding grip of her opponent. The arena floor trembled with each wild movement, sparks flying as steel scraped against steel. But Diana held firm, her body a statue of unbending will, her eyes never leaving the beast's.
Diana’s teeth sunk into the thick neck muscles of She-Hulk, her jaws clamping down with the precision of a predator. The creature's muffled screams grew more frantic, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as the oxygen in her lungs grew scarcer. The Supreme Mistress watched with rapt attention, her own excitement feeding into the psychic maelstrom that surrounded the arena.
The giant's movements grew weaker, her once unstoppable strength now a mere shadow of what it had been. Her massive hands clawed at the air, seeking purchase, but finding none. Her legs, which had once been pistons of destruction, now trembled with the effort to simply stay in place. The alien audience was on the edge of their seats—or whatever passed for seats in this bizarre place—their tentacles quivering in anticipation of the inevitable submission.
And then, as suddenly as it had come, the fight was over. Diana's arms and legs felt like they were made of water as she looked down to see She-Hulk's form shrinking, the vibrant green hue fading into human flesh. The big green but still feminine hands that had been so close to ending her life now transformed into the lithe and delicate hands of Jennifer Walters, the She-Hulk's human alter ego.
The psychic fog lifted from Diana's mind, the Supreme Mistress's voice now a distant echo. The horror of what had occurred crashed down upon her, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the reality of the battle set in. She had been manipulated, turned into a weapon of destruction, a pawn in the cosmic game of a being that reveled in the suffering of others.
With trembling hands, she reached down to check on the unconscious form of She-Hulk, now reverted into Jennifer. Diana felt for a pulse, her heart pounding in her chest, and was met with the steady, reassuring throb of life beneath her fingertips. Relief washed over her, a warm, soothing balm to the wounds of her soul.
The Supreme Mistress appeared in a shimmer of light beside her, her form now fully materialized in the cage. She was a vision of twisted beauty, a cosmic dominatrix dressed in a skin-tight outfit that clung to every curve and contour of her alien body. Her eyes gleamed with a dark delight as she surveyed the carnage she had wrought.
"Ah, my dear Diana," she purred, her voice a siren's call that seemed to resonate through every fiber of Diana's being. "You have truly outdone yourself. I knew you had the potential to be a spectacle, but even I could not have anticipated such... ferocity."
Her words were like a slap in the face, jolting Diana back to reality. The rage that had fueled her battle with She-Hulk now found a new target. With a snarl, she turned to face the cosmic manipulator, her eyes blazing with the fire of the pits of Tartarus. The alien crowd's chant grew frenetic as the two powerful figures faced off, the air around them crackling with the promise of more bloodshed. But before Diana could lay a finger on the Mistress, the cosmic being simply snapped her fingers. A blinding light engulfed the arena, and when it cleared, the Amazon found herself standing alone, her opponent vanished without a trace.
Gasping for breath, Diana took stock of her surroundings. The steel cage was gone, replaced by the soft, familiar embrace of her own bed in Themyscira. The smell of the sea breeze and the distant calls of the birds of her homeland filled her senses, and the gentle light of dawn painted the room in warm, comforting tones. For a moment, she allowed herself to believe it had all been a terrible, twisted dream—a nightmare conjured by the darkest recesses of her subconscious.
But the pain was all too real. Her body felt like it had been put through the wringer of Hephestus’ own forge, each bruise and wound a stark reminder of the battle she had just endured. Her forearm, where She-Hulk's teeth had sunk in deep, was a mess of torn flesh and bruised skin, the marks standing out starkly against the crimson flow of her lifeblood. She winced as she touched it gently, her fingers coming away sticky with her own essence.
With a groan, Diana pushed herself to her feet, the room spinning around her. Her eyes searched the horizon for any sign of the alien world she had just been in, but there was only the familiar blue sky of Themyscira, the waves of the Aegean crashing against the shore in a soothing rhythm that seemed to mock her with its serenity.
Back in her palace, the Supreme Mistress lounged on her throne, her alien eyes scanning the vast tapestry of the multiverse before her. Her mind was a web, reaching out into the cosmic soup of reality to pluck the most potent ingredients for her next bloody spectacle. A twisted smile played on her lips as she searched for her next pair of champions.
