Stephanie "Baroness" Renaud vs Clara Gaster - Hell on Apex

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Clara delivered elbow after elbow, strike after strike to Baroness's stomach and chest, trying to weaken her severely. This attack wasn't something she regularly deployed. It was a brutal attack that regularly made weaker opponents tap out. Clara rarely got angry enough to deploy this move...but Baroness drove her to it...

...however, soon enough, she heard it. The platinum blonde's dreaded laugh. She was shocked at the reaction, just like she was usually at the Baroness trying to shrug off her attacks. Clara tried to drive her elbow into the Baroness one more time before she addressed her.

"N-no. Sh-shut UP!", Clara would say, but the words were all the Baroness needed to get what she wanted - a lengthy pause between Clara's attacks. Getting the leverage that she needed, she stood up straight, before Hip Tossing Clara onto her back!

"AAAAAGH!!!"

The move didn't hurt...though it was yet another hard attack onto her back. The worse part was the dread at the fact that the Baroness was standing over her...

[thesteedman]

The Baroness flexed her form once she was free, working out the kinks in her body that Clara had just created from her gruelling submission hold. She took a deep breath, walking around Clara as she began to recover from the hip toss. Whilst it was not a match ending move, the hurt she had inflicted upon Clara's back certainly amplified the normally basic wrestling move, inflicting significant discomfort upon the spine of the downed Clara.

Not wanting to let the young woman recover and stage another comeback, the Baroness reached downwards, a look of twisted delight upon her face as she grasped Clara by the neck with one hand and began to pull her up, once more showing off that deceptive strength she possessed in her slender yet well-defined form.
"I have been quite unkind over the last month or so, denying you a chance to see your lover. How about we make up for it right now? I'm sure she would love to see you. Say hello to her for me." The Baroness whispered, her words holding terrible implication of what was to come next.

Seizing Clara with her hand upon her neck and her other grasping her hip, the Baroness would hoist Clara upwards, as if she was about to chokeslam her. Instead however, she took a few steps forwards, to where Kay could see what was about to happen. With a massive throw, the Baroness tossed Clara upwards towards the hanging cage, watching with twisted fascination as Clara clashed back first against the lower section of it, bouncing from the steel to fall down and clash against the ring surface in brutal fashion.

The Newcastle crowd all began to rage... but none more than Kay whose cage began to swing.
"You f*ckin' b*tch! How dare you!!" Kay roared out in absolute rage, shaking at the steel like a captured beast desperate for escape. The Baroness smiled, sparing a dark glance towards Kay as she began to shout out and pry against the steel bars in an attempt to get to Baroness for what she just did.
"Calm yourself Kay. You will have your turn in time..." The Baroness whispered, walking around Clara to survey the damage. The crowd sounded ready to riot, bearing witness to such a brutal display of domination from the Baroness, who held no regard for Clara's wellbeing.

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The move itself wasn’t that bad for Clara…but the fall was bad enough to send a painful pulse up her spine, enough for her to pause for another, critical second as she tried to get up to her feet. Baroness would help her on that…before pulling her up right off her feet, up, up into the air…before the Baroness help the Shadow Lord up in the air with a choke, taunting her about her girlfriend…before throwing her into the hang up cage!

”AAAA-GYAAAAAAAAGH!!!”, Clara cried out in agony, feeling the cage against her back, before falling and impacting the canvas from high distance, the crowd and her girlfriend exploding in anger…but right now, Clara had no strength to do anything. She punched the canvas in anger, pressing her fists against the floor as she tried to force herself up to her feet. No matter what, she refused to be kept down by the Frenchwoman!

[thesteedman]

"Heh! In all truth, you should really be thanking me little Clara." The Baroness would whisper, circling around Clara as she tried to battle up to her feet, only for a swift kick to clash audibly against her ribs, bringing her back down to the ground. The crowd continued to rage, as the Baroness placed her bare heel against the lower spine of Clara whilst she was on her stomach, before she began to press and grind down against it in a gruelling and agonising manner, looking to make Clara squirm and writhe below her.

"Before me... you always hid behind that mask of yours. You were too nervous to truly face your enemies, hiding in plain sight, wearing that disguise and false personality you called the Shadowlord or... something silly along those lines. You pretended to be some greater being because it was easier that way. This GASTER thing... it was a concept of everything you wanted to be, but were not. You thought, if you pretended hard enough, perhaps it could come true, but deep down you were held back by the shy nervous little creature you knew yourself to truly be!" The Baroness continued, finally removing her grinding heel, as she reached down to begin lifting Clara by her hair.

"That was before you met me. Look at you now... strong, full of determination and anger. You don't need the mask anymore Clara... you don't even wear it anymore. Look at you.. fighting me as an equal, wearing barely an item of clothing and facing me! Don't you see Clara? Look what I have done for you! You never would have even found a lover in Kay if it was not for your encounters with me! I moulded you, fashioned you... You were just the meek little girl... but I repurposed you, created you! You are the best you can be... and it is all thanks to me!" The Baroness would declare in a near demented fashion, her eyes wide almost with a twisted pride.

It was then she hoisted Clara upwards, before draping her back over her strong shoulders, locking in a torture rack upon her slender form, bending her into a vicious C shape over her shoulders in brutal fashion.
"So it stands to reason... if I made you! I can break you too!"

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"MGGGGHH!!!"", Clara could only groan in response as the Baroness addressed her, kicking her in the ribs as she tried to get back up to her feet...before digging her heel into the Brit's hurting back...

"AAaaaaAAAAGH!!!"

Tears finally started to well up in her eyes...but she wiped them out. It hurt...it hurt like hell...but she couldn't show it. In spite of the pain...and in spite of the Baroness's words, as she claimed that she was to thank for all the good that happened to her...if Clara could spit at Baroness for these words, she would.

"Sh-shut u----AAAAAAAAGH!!! LET GO!!!", Clara screamed as the Baroness grabbed at her hair, grabbing her to be face to face with her to further belittle her accomplishments...

"You are...aaaagh...nothing...NOTHING to do with my success. Every step of the way, you've been the biggest albatross around my neck when it came to LAW. It was MY decision to take the mask off. It was MY decision to get stronger..."

But even as she said that...Clara knew that, at some level...this was driven by spite. Wanting to beat the Baroness, wanting to be ready the next time they faced off. Baroness could see the doubt in her eyes before she lifted Clara up onto her shoulders...and started to stretch her out!

"AAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!", the Brit screamed in the Torture Rack, thrashing about in pain as her spine felt like it could snap. The pain was finally too much as tears started to flow out of her eyes...

[thesteedman]

The sound of Clara screaming was something the Baroness found she never grew tired of. She began to pace around, looking upon the near rioting Newcastle crowd of Clara's home city, wearing a dark yet self-comforting smile upon her lips. She yanked down hard upon Clara's back, bending her limbs and pulling her chin, knowing how much her spine must be curved into a C like shape right now. She bended so viciously that she almost managed to get Clara's feet to touch her head, but not quite. When she was done bending Clara in the torture rack, she would soon show off that terrible strength once more.

With a thrust of her shoulders, Clara was thrown up and over Baroness head, only to land spine first over her outstretched knee in a devastating backbreaker. The Baroness left her seemingly impaled upon her knee for a few moments, taking time to admire Clara's figure as she licked her lips in a sadistic fashion, sliding a hand over her bare midriff whilst she was bent over her knee. Tossing Clara to the floor, the Baroness would soon lower herself, almost like a predator would stalk its prey, crawling after Clara who was in agony after the series of holds and slams against her lower back.

In an intoxicating and alluring fashion, the Baroness looked to finally have her fill of her prize. She could resist no longer as she began to crawl over Clara in swift fashion, rolling her towards herself before those long and dangerous legs began to wrap around her waist. After a quick and deft shift of both bodies, Clara was all too familiar with this dark dance, finding herself upon her knees, with the Baroness before her lying on her back, her bare legs locking around her for a deep seated bodyscissors, that unique style she possessed where her legs were all around Clara's body.

"Please Clara... I beg you... do not submit too quickly." The Baroness whispered in a longing fashion, her eyes wide and glaring in a hungry manner. It was then Clara began to feel the pressure build around her waist to a unbearable amount. Thighs squeezing her waist whilst her calves dug deep into her lower spine. The Baroness bit on her lower lip, pushing against her own hands against the ring surface for better leverage, before her legs began to tighten all the more, locking in her finishing submission hold! The Embrasser!

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Clara's spine was yet again the plaything of the Baroness. Whenever Stephanie Renaud managed to catch her, she was always in for a bad time as the white haired Frenchwoman made it her mission to hurt Clara as much as possible, physically and mentally, without the match ending...

The worst part was, right as she thought that the torture was over...Baroness made sure to end it in the worst way possible. Like this time, dropping her from her shoulder straight onto her knees for a hard Backbreaker!

"GYAAAAAAGH!!! AAAAH!!!"

Clara was bent over her rival's knees, twisted not even into a C, but into a V shape by her rival...caressing her midriff all the while she was torturing her, before finally letting her go, letting her writhe on the floor...

If only for a moment.

...With Baroness's legs at both sides of her, Clara realized what Stephanie was doing: "No...No!"

But no matter how much she tried to drag herself away...Baroness has simply beaten and squeezed too much out of her. Soon, the icy Frenchwoman's legs were wrapped around her body...

...soon, the torture began.

"AAAAAAAAGH! AAAAGH! NO! NO! NO!"

Clara's spine felt like it was going to crack. Immediately, she started to try and fight back. She punched and clawed against the Baroness's legs. Giving up was not a choice. She was not giving up Kay to this pain, no matter how bad it got...the question was, how much could the ref take before calling the match in belief that one of the competitors was at risk of a permanent injury...

[thesteedman]

This was always the favourite part of the Baroness. Nothing ever came close to this, it was after all one of the main reasons she decided to even humour the career of becoming a professional wrestler. Clara Gaster had become her perfect prey after all the torment she had inflicted upon her and her lover, and to watch the panic in her eyes as her own deadly legs began to constrict her only made the experience all the more intoxicating. Clara of course struggled, they always did. Her knuckles bit deep into the muscle of her thighs, her fingers clawed, threatening to draw blood from her flesh, but none of this affected the Baroness. She was used to such desperate struggles; in reality they only spurned her on to squeeze more.

And squeeze she did. The Baroness' unique bodyscissor hold would clamp down upon the hometown favourite, crushing her waist in brutal fashion. The Baroness herself would push against her palms, adjusting her legs to bring Clara's slender and mostly exposed form deeper into the torturing embrace that had ended so many of the Baroness' matches. The best part about all of this, was that in the mind of the Baroness this would not be a rare occurrence anymore. Once she had Clara and Kay working for her as Maid's for the entire year, she could call upon Clara to tend to her every needs... and in the night hours, she would be available for a 'sparring' session. The notion of it made the Baroness shiver with delight, as she giggled in a low, twisted and sinister manner, her eyes glaring at Clara, taking in her beauty as she struggled to endure the finishing move of the Baroness.

Last time, Clara was not able to hold out, having to tap out with the pain becoming too much. For certain Clara was beyond that threshold from last time, and yet she absolutely refused to quit! It was exhilarating to witness. Clara's midriff strained as her body writhed, all whilst the Baroness tightened her hold just a little more.
"No one will think less of you... if you just... give up." The Baroness would tease in a soft tone, slowly edging closer, no doubt threatening to add a kiss to the excruciating hold if Clara was not careful... a means to suffocate her prey whilst she constricted them! A knock out would not suffice in this match though... only surrender!

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The simple action of breathing already felt like a distant memory to Clara. As she opened her mouth, trying to force air into her lungs...nothing could come in. She was simply choking on nothing as her torso was caught in Baroness's famous vice grip - her bodyscissors. This was the third time she was caught. First time she barely managed to reach the ropes before tapping...but Baroness learned from her mistake. Never again did she put Clara into the rib crushing hold too early...and her patience in matches paid dividends. The second time she faced the Baroness, Clara was choked out bloody in the hold, unable to escape due to the fatigue she put herself through, trying to defeat her arch nemesis...and from what the icy Frenchwoman put her through to get her twisted desires. Clara tapped out...before subsequently losing consciousness in her first match back from her hiatus.

And the worst part...she knew that giving up now would be the worst thing possible in her life. Tapping out now meant giving up Kay's freedom...her own freedom...having to endure this day in and day out, on top of the day of likely insanely difficult chores from the Frenchwoman. Baroness was right...no one would think lesser for Clara tapping out...because she wouldn't let them. She would be out of wrestling the moment her servitude was done...nor would she be able to face her girlfriend for subjecting her to this torture for a year...

Clara tried to hold on...but her vision was failing...and between anxiety and fatigue, her heart was filling with dread...dread as she saw Baroness's face edge ever closer to her own!

[thesteedman]

The Baroness shivered in delight as she watched the last embers of struggle within Clara. Her eyes began to flutter, her body strained as the pressure around her waist became too much. All too aware of how well Clara could defend herself from past experience, the Baroness was on constant alert, recalling how a good right hook was able to end one of their previous matches. The silver haired French Tyrant was always on guard during the initial grasp, crushing Clara, taking pleasure, but not so much as to leave herself open and exposed like in the past. It was only now when Clara began to really falter that the Baroness would lower her guard, but even then she was still ready to expect the unexpected.

Drifter began to rattle the cage, shouting more profanities towards the evil vixen, just as her bare legs continued to add more pressure, looking to force a moan from Clara's lips. She was up close with her now, breathing against her cheek whilst her arms would envelope her chest to keep the black haired beauty supported. Clara was beginning to lul, her straining form reaching its limits. Despite the raging crowd, it was all just white noise to the Baroness now. Her focus was upon her prey, the sounds of Drifter and the near riot beyond the steel bars not even reaching the attention of the French Beauty. She squeezed just that little bit more, knowing full well she could go much tighter, but not wanting to rush things.

It was impressive that Clara had not tapped out, but then, if she did it would all be over. It would pose a problem to be certain, as the Baroness could only win if she got a verbal submission. Forcing Clara to pass out would not warrant victory, but right now the Baroness did not care. She longed to do this to Clara, had been longing ever since she was denied by Drifter last time. There would be no interuptions now. She ran a hand softly through the dark locks of Clara's hair in a near loving and sensual manner.
"<What could have been...>" The Baroness whispered in her native language, looking into Clara's half closed eyes, before her lips softly brushed over her own. She knew Clara would resist, and so she would squeeze her brutally tight with her legs, clamping her thighs deeper into Clara's waist, whilst her calves dug into her lower spine. She looked to force another moan, and this time, she looked to take Clara's lips with her own, locking in a deep and passionate kiss upon the lightweight hopeful.

This.... This had been a long time coming...