In A Mirror, Darkly - Clara Gaster v. Brooke Betancourt

[FreestylePoet]

Brooke could only give a lurid giggle as she continued to wrench the Camel Clutch. Her eyes flickered down for an appreciative glance at Clara's chest, and she licked her lips. Then Brooke leaned back until she was face-up on the mat. She stabbed her knees into Clara's spine, applied a chinlock, then pulled back hard, completing the transition from a Camel Clutch to a Cavernaria!

Spoiler

"Look, Clara!" One hand moved from Clara's throat to her shoulders, while the other pointed outside the ring. Now the Brit's head was free to look if she pleased. And if she did, she would find the screen above the entrance ramp, presumably mirroring the feed on the Titantron. And that screen proved to Clara once and for all that every person in this stadium had a perfect view of her never-before-seen chest! "Everyone can see you~~" her voice came out sing-song, as she taunted her more experienced opponent.

"Now, why don't you just tap out so you can stuff these amazing tits of yours back into that slingshot you call wrestling attire?" As Brooke bent Clara's body in two, exposing her to the world despite her best wishes, she realized something. She felt strong. Like a conquering warrior. She'd been in Clara's spot before. Body and ego bruised. And now that she got a taste of what it was like to be on the other side of it?

She was never gonna let it happen to her ever again.

[Vc0m]

Brooke continued to torture Clara, physically and mentally by forcing her to push out her chest. This would get even worse as she transitioned the hold into a Cavernaria, Clara's naked boobs forming the top of the mountain between the two of them, Clara shutting her eyes as her foe forced her to look at the monitor, cameras firmly focused on her exposed figure.

Brooke continued to taunt her. Insults and insults rained all in response to her trying to show kindness to the girl from earlier...

...finally, she would have enough.

She tried to lift her legs from under Brooke's, pressing her feet against the floor as she tried to flip over Brooke...if all ended up as she planned she would end up on top of Brooke...with her chest looming over her.

Shooting an angry look at the Brunette, she would lower her chest down over her face for a smother!

[FreestylePoet]

The Downrange Diva thrilled to the catcalls of the LAW faithful. Finally, she was paying back every second of disgrace she'd felt within this ring -- with interest! She watched the ever-shifting camera feed up on the big screen, licking her chops at every new angle the production crew found to accentuate Clara's shame!

She watched so closely, in fact, that she didn't even notice Clara was making ready to escape!

Brooke hit the ground with a grunt. When she opened her eyes, the former model met Clara's glare with a growl. Then she grinned impishly, despite the oncoming danger. "Oh, congrats," she taunted. "Finally found a real use for those fat ti- MMPH!"

Whatever cheeky comment she'd lined up, however, was quickly smothered out of existence by Clara's bountiful breasts! Usually, Brooke would have reveled in a position like this -- nestled between a beautiful woman's chest -- but now, she couldn't feel anything but utter disdain. How dare Clara humiliate her like this? "MMPH!" She demanded her release, pressing insistently on Clara's shoulders like a jailed patrician!

[Vc0m]

Clara firmly held Brooke against her chest, determined to smother the brunette out…before realizing that this revenge would just be giving herself up to what she…and what Rose Gold wanted. She did not want to stoop to that level for good…

…however, since a smother was a good strategy to get her rival woozy from lack of air, she kept the smother at it for a while…then, feeling Brooke go slightly limp, she would quickly transition to her finishing hold.

She shoved Brooke for her to lay on her front, before she sneaked her legs around her body for bodyscissors, and grabbed a hold of her left arm, before putting her own, free arm under it, trying to bend it harshly against it for a Kimura Lock! Clara’s new finisher was a dangerous move, potentially limb breaking…but in hands of someone like the British wrestler, it was simply a very painful move to end a match!

[FreestylePoet]

Even if Brooke hated it, this was not the worst position to be in. Sure, this was far less comfortable than just about any other context where she'd have breasts in her face, but there were outs. With her face hidden from the referee's view, by that generous bust, Brooke almost thought to get dirty -- in more ways than one. That way, she could whet her appetite and discomfit the woman above.

Before she could act on those lurid thoughts, however, Brooke found herself released. There was only enough time for one greedy gasp of air before she was manhandled to her front. Then, two trained, powerful legs locked around her midsection, and a torrent of pain shot through her shoulder! Almost immediately Brooke felt her arm nearly cleave from her torso. The fire nearly consumed her entire upper body. And all she had to do to end it was submit...

Instead, she spat. Hoping that the spittle would reach Clara's face. "FUCK YOU!" she cursed, her hoarse voice breaking with more anger than she'd ever held before. "I won't give! I won't!" She fought to convince herself more than Clara -- this rebellion of hers was clearly on her last legs. It was just a matter of time; Clara wouldn't even have to tighten the hold. "Not to you!" Hot tears streamed down her face as she craned her neck to face the Brit. Her expression was one of unmatched agony and hate, misplaced though the latter may have been.

She screamed at Clara.

"Why?!?"

[Vc0m]

The spit to Clara’s face only earned Brooke more pressure onto her arm, Clara bending the limb almost to it’s breaking point.

”You will…”, Clara replied to Brooke’s refusal to submit, keeping the hold firmly in as the woman trashed in the hold, wishing to know what did you do to deserve this:

”You picked the wrong person to emulate. Now TAP!”

[FreestylePoet]

"E-Emulate?!?" Brooke's voice was scratchy with hate and pain by this point, and Clara's latest assertion added an unhealthy dose of confusion to the mix. "I don't know what the hell you're- AAH!" She was cut off in her retort by one final wrench of her arm! Brooke shrieked in pain before finally tapping -- or more like slapping -- at any exposed skin she could find. "I give!" she screamed. "Now let go, you LARPing bitch!"

Assuming Clara would let go, Brooke rolled over onto her elbows and knees. Or, more accurately, elbow singular, given that the other was in a world of pain. Still, the tears that trickled onto the canvas weren't from the snapped rubber bands within her arm. No, they were hot tears of fury. Her match was over, and once again she'd been turned into a pretzel despite her best efforts.

Brooke wasn't strong enough. If she had any hope of proving to the world that she belonged here, she would need to try something new -- and fast. During this match, she'd gone to a well that she'd never tapped into before. She threw away the bullshit pretenses of dignity and fairness that too many people here thought governed wrestling, and she focused only on the one thing that mattered: Winning. Clara was annoying enough to not blow the lead she'd built in the early part of their match, but against anyone else in the league, Brooke knew it would have worked. She knew it was going to work next time she pulled it out.

After all, it would have to.

[Vc0m]

Clara would release Brooke’s arm immediately as the bell rung. The ref raised her hand, with her other hand covering her naked chest, and her attention was less on the win, and more on her opponent crying…not in pain, but in anger. She pitied her, even despite being angry at her…but she knew how her help had turned out, and didn’t want to interact with Brooke any further.

She made her way backstage, incredibly angry herself. She hated the influence the Lightweight’s division was having, hated the fact that it was turning newbies to wrestling like Brooke into cynical women who felt like they had to either step over other people to get ahead or leave trying. And she wanted to change that as soon as possible…

WINNER BY SUBMISSION: Clara Gaster