Veyle Ombroso vs Allie Lee: Talk Shit Get Hit

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The closest thing to damage that Veyle had taken in this entire match came when she heard Allie reject the terms that she had laid out in order for her to stop the match. She wasn't thrown off by Allie's reaction to her quip about the training spar streams, but the fact that the streamer went so far as to reject the offer entirely left Veyle stunned.

"You're fucking kidding me," said Veyle. "Did-did you forget about the part of what I said that was a death threat?" If Allie had any amount of strength to fight back with at this point, she might have been able to throw Veyle off her and do something. But the blonde didn't, and that was the problem.

Truth be told, Veyle was getting somewhat bored. Allie had been little more than a ragdoll of an opponent for effectively the entire match, and while the sadist certainly wouldn't be put off by continuing to beat up the blonde, she figured she had to be able to find something that would be worth something more than that.

"Alright, fine," said Veyle. "I admit, I've been beating on you for so long that I'm getting sort of bored. So I guess I am willing to change the terms. How about this: This all started because you thought I was a shit wrestler because I lost to Niko Tomiji. How about you learn about how it is to fight that woman and see if you can't do better? On a stream, Ironwoman match, 30, 45 minutes. Maybe an hour, guess we'll have to see. I'll figure out some stipulations to add in to make sure Niko is giving it her all and then some for the duration. Agree to fight her on the terms I set, and I'll pin you."

Veyle's plan wasn't perfect. Her beating on Allie was obviously very public, public enough for Niko to end up seeing it. And while she could strong arm Allie, Niko was another matter. Veyle wouldn't be surprised at all if Niko wanted absolutely nothing to do with something that she had set up. Veyle wouldn't blame her for it, she would have every right to assume anything that the sadist would be putting before her was a trap. But even if it would be a struggle, Veyle had her ways, plenty of them. And she would find one eventually.

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"A-Ahh..?" When Veyle made it clear that she had every intention to deliver on her threats, that was something that made the blood running through Allie's veins suddenly go cold. She jerked up stiffly as she let out a gasp. She had been hoping that, just maybe, Veyle could have been bluffing her - but from the fury in her voice, she now knew it all too well that, yes, Veyle was deadly serious. In more ways than one. A cold sweat began to run down the back of the Floridian's neck as she began stammering nervously; her gaze flit around the room, not wanting to settle on Veyle for long. "W-W-Well! Uh! I mean..! I didn't think you would actually, like, er...kill me on stream, or anything! That'd be illegal!" But no matter the excuses Allie threw out, it was plain to everyone that they were just that - excuses. Hollow ones. Allie was desperate to save face, but she was long past that point. And a second later, on the spur of the moment, she blurted out something far more frantic. "...Please don't kill me-!!"

However...the next thing out of Veyle's mouth made Allie stop. And the more she thought about it, the more she began to smile wider. As a matter of fact, this was a silver lining! The scantest silver lining she could salvage out of this cloud, but she was willing to take whatever she could get. Veyle wanted Allie to put her money where her mouth was by taking on Niko Tomiji. The very event that had earned Veyle the blonde's mockery was her being smothered out by Niko - a woman Allison only knew as a lower-card wrestler who everyone knew was just kept around for her big boobs. But if it was such an upset that Niko could beat Veyle, she seemed to be much closer to Allie's level. This could well be a match that she could actually win - and, in the process, take back her reputation! Besides, seeing two busty babes face off was going to do wonders for her stream's rating!

"...Yes! I'll do it!!" Allie blurted out, with barely a moment's hesitation. There was a tired look in her eye from the beatings she'd endured, but behind it was a spark of life nonetheless. "I'll take Niko on, however you want me to!"

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"I don't think you realize that to die in a professional fight is considered a hazard of the occupation, rather than something that is prosecuted," said Veyle. "After all, the only guilt that Sugar Ray Robinson faced when his left hook killed Jimmy Doyle in the ring was what came from his own conscience." Leave it to Veyle to have studied whether or not she could get away with killing people in the ring. Perhaps the sadist might get caught out more on intent than the American boxer had, but considering that she wasn't really planning to kill Allie anyways, it didn't really matter.

That's more like it, thought Veyle once Allie seemed to finally understand her position and beg for her life. Yet all the same she seemed to have no clue what she was getting into if the look on the streamer's face when she heard Veyle's revised terms was anything to go by. Clearly she thought far too little of Niko Tomiji. Something that the sadist would revel in once Allie learned firsthand the strength that she herself had lost to before.

"Very well then, it's a deal," said Veyle. "I hope for both your own sake and my personal convenience that you don't try to renege on our deal once you're no longer in the ring with me. Now, I will seal our pact." Veyle postured and stretched herself out like a cat atop Allie, sticking her hips up into the air laying flat down on the blonde. 1, 2, 3! DING DING DING!

Veyle Ombroso def. Allie Lee 3-0 was the long prepared text that began scrolling across the stream once Veyle finally but an end to this torture session thinly veiled as a professional wrestling match. "A little bonus for you even," Veyle said as she stayed on top of Allie. "I likely won't call on you to fulfill your end of our deal for some time. I have preparations I'll need to handle before you'll have to step into the ring with Niko."

Namely, how she would get Niko into the ring with Allie. However much time Veyle would wait would be to try to push this out of public memory. Give Niko time to forget that this was a thing that Veyle had a hand in. The only thing that the Italian would probably actually do beyond wait would be to set up a way to offer this match to Niko in a way that didn't make it look like she was connected to it. "Well, I suppose I'll leave you to close your stream," Veyle said when she finally got off of Allie. "I would strongly recommend seeing some doctors afterwards, assuming you aren't dragged to a hospital by staff. I'm going to need you in fighting shape, after all. Goodbye~." With that, Veyle grabbed her things, reclothed herself, and made her exit.

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"Uh...wait, did that happen?" Allie had attended a few boxing events - including as a judge in WFPW's ventures into the sport - but it was barely a secret that she had no idea what she was talking about and was mainly there to get her name out. She had no idea of any deaths in the ring - wait, if she was going to take a more active role in matches now, what was that going to mean for her!? She gulped - but before she could say anything more, she was reminded that this wasn't over. Veyle, after all, still had plans for her. And it was time for her to go for the pin!

The Italian sprung down on top of Allie, and she let out a yelp, her body tensing up out of reflex. In a flash, her shoulders were being pinned against the mat, and the count was going. Allie had no idea what the chat was saying about her right now. She didn't even want to look, lest they be celebrating the fact that she was about to lose the most grueling and harrowing match of her life - she didn't want to even entertain that as a possibility. Had all her fans, who she had thanked so much and done so much for over the years, have abandoned her to the point where they would see her getting utterly demolished in the ring as something to cheer on? She just hoped that her offer of taking Niko in a match would serve as a good enough distraction, and that it would give the fans something to look forward to. Maybe it'd endear them to her again.

Before Allie knew it, the bell rang - the match was over. She sat back up with a huff, rubbing at her head. Realizing how decisive and spectacular her defeat had been, she bit at her lip, nervously looking away from the cameras. All things considered, though, it could've gone a lot worse - she had to remind herself of that fact. In fact, Veyle was even going to give her some time to rest and recuperate. Though...when she said that she had steps of her own to put into motion, that gave Allison some pause, and she looked back at Veyle with a nervous look on her face. Was she involved in any of these preparations? "P-Preparations..?" A shiver ran through her spine - she just hoped that wouldn't mean she'd need to watch over her shoulder the next few days.

As Veyle turned to walk away, Allie still watched after her. She didn't seem to have any immediately hostile intent, but...considering it was Veyle, Allie felt she couldn't be too careful. As the rush of adrenaline began to run down, Allie sunk back, panting for breath, her eyes half-lidded with fatigue. She remembered her exposed state enough to hold a hand over her bare chest, even if everyone watching the stream had seen everything anyway. Now, it was up to her and Niko. And she could only hope that wouldn't be too daunting of a task...

Winner 3-0: Veyle Ombrosio