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

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Brooke needed to get back in the fight. She pushed up against the mat, hoping to struggle back to her feet. Before she could do so, however, Clara wrapped her arms around her torso!

She knew what was coming, and she wasn't looking forward to it at all. "W-Wait! Nooooo!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears, though, as Clara lifted her up and over for a classic German suplex! As she thudded into the mat, the crowd gave the naturally wincing assent of an audience that had just watched a well-liked face pull off a solid hit! "Get off!" She managed to blunt the fall enough to not fall into a dazed state, and even as the referee slid in to count the pin, she raised her arm into the air to show that her shoulder was up.

Still, she couldn't fully escape. Instead, she simply rolled to her side, hoping to force the two of them into a position that would be less threatening for Brooke!

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Brooke would be quite quick on the uptake as she was already trying to break the pin while the ref fell down to her knees to count the fall, both lightweights toppling to their sides…though Clara kept near Brooke for her next move:

”Not bad…but how about this?”

One would think that Clara Gaster, after how much she was menaced by the Baroness and her deadly bodyscissors, would herself be opposed to the move…but they would be incorrect. She would definitely not abuse the move the way her nemesis did, but it was a good way to sap her opponent’s strength! Which is why she quickly wrapped her legs around Brooke’s midsection, pressing into her sides as she trapped her in Bodyscissors!

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Brooke rolled and writhed, trying to escape Clara's grasp. For a moment, the Brit's arms left her waist. This was freedom! This was a chance! Until it wasn't. Just as swiftly as her fetters were released, a tighter one took its place in the form of two slender, powerful legs! Her torso was summarily crushed between the vice-grip that Clara wrought upon her. Breathes came short and shallow, only filling her lungs up as much as the pressure would let it. The rest of her torso was slowly flooding with a tightening ache. Still, the bodily pain was not the worst part.

Every pang across her ribs was a painful reminder that LAW wasn't just a place to roll around with cute girls and make money. Here were some of the best fighters in the world. Even recounting Brooke's own matches, she'd run into a champion, a former contender, a well-respected main eventer, and even someone who'd won grappling championships before coming to LAW. Each was someone who'd fought tooth-and-nail to get where she was. And then there was her, Brooke Betancourt, a small-time magazine cover model who'd quixotically followed an email half a world away and somehow thought herself worthy to stand among them.

Her career had proven that she was anything but. Since the beginning, her goal was to show that she could succeed as more than a magazine cover model. Instead, she'd been beaten, bent, and even fucked silly at every turn. This inevitable loss was just the natural next step.

Still, like a wounded animal, her body forced itself to fight. Brooke pried and pushed and pulled at Clara's legs, groaning through each ill-fated attempt. Tears of effort and frustration streamed down her face by now. Eventually, she turned simply to balling her fists and smashing them against Clara's thighs, like a child throwing a tantrum! "Dammit... d-dammit..." Her curses trailed off, and the beating of her hands slackened. Though she hadn't tapped yet, it certainly seemed to all in the crowd that the well-earned favorite was close to putting away the upstart underdog for good...

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Brooke got desperate, pushing and punching against Clara's crushing thighs as tears streamed down her face, getting frustrated...Clara couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl:

"Calm down...", Clara said calmly: "Don't let this hold be the end of you, you can find a way out..."

Still, she didn't relax the bodyscissors. This was a match after all. Even if it meant tough love, Clara wanted to improve Brooke while fighting in a match, wishing her rival would find a way to escape!

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Brooke breathed deeply, the attempt at calming herself interrupted by spasmodic fits of tears. Clara's leg scissors were like pythons around Brooke. Her torso felt as if it was being crushed like a soda can. She wanted to tap out and be done with this. Maybe go home and watch some crappy J-Dramas, buried underneath her blanket. Whatever she did after, she just wanted to go home!

And then... Clara opened her mouth.

"D-Don't let it... What?" Brooke scrunched up her eyes, unexpectedly wounded by the advice. Why was that? Clara was trying to encourage her, to get her to escape and face her with a renewed vigor. So why did those words tear at her heart?

Then it hit her.

Clara wasn't trying to help her. She was trying to pity her, wasn't she? Taunting her with the knowledge, earned from Clara's own highest of ivory towers, that it was easy, simple, routine to get out of this hold. Saying that just because she was a former Lightweight Contender and Brooke was a rookie, she knew better? And because of that, Clara had the gall to lecture her? To tell her not to give up, even as her own legs pumped humiliating pain into Brooke's torso?

Before she knew it, Brooke's hands had a death grip on the top straps of Clara's attire. She locked eyes with Clara for a brief moment, torn between a scowl and a whimper. "I'm-" She stopped herself. What was she gonna say? That she was sorry for what she was about to do? No, she wasn't. Clara was gonna be sorry that she ever rode in on her high horse.

She swallowed down the last of her doubts. Replacing it with a perverse resolve. And she yanked at Clara's top, hoping to expose her fellow lightweight's bare chest to the entire LAW Universe!

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Clara wished she could break the scissors, but she wanted Brooke to escape on her own power. Rose "broke" too many people with her matches, and she wanted to try and help Brooke. Even if she were to lose this match, she hoped that Brooke could match Clara enough to make the match seem to be on even ground...

...but something after her encouragement...changed in Brooke. Her eyes were filled with doubt, as if not believing what she was about to do. She grabbed at straps of Clara's attire. In a way, it was worth a warning from the referee, but even the striped official didn't know what Brooke was planning. For all she knew, this was last bit of desperation before Brooke tapped out...

...but she did no such thing.

As Clara looked at the rookie with confusion, she pulled on Clara's top, breaking the straps of the attire, and showing her bare chest to the world to see!

It took Clara a moment to register that this, did, in fact, occur.

This wasn't an oil match with a limited arena, nor a private tussle.

She really did just have her chest exposed in front of thousands of people who came to the show tonight!

"Wh-what have you done?!"

Clara released the hold, trying to get away from Brooke as she tried to fix her attire to the best of her ability. The straps were completely ripped, however, and without help from the person Clara asked this attire for, there was no fixing it now...

Crowd's reaction was mixed...but more cheers came out than boos. Boos came from people who saw this as a straight battle, finding the way to escape to be cheap...but majority of the crowd were liking the fact that Brooke exposed the Brit's chest!

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With a yank, Clara's bountiful breasts bounced free of their cloth prison! Brooke let out a stunned gasp, both at the sheer size of the Brit's chest and at the shock of what she just did to her foe. "I-" She started to respond to Clara's question, stepping towards her with reflexive apology written all over her face.

A roar stopped her in her tracks. Specifically, a roar from the stands, louder than almost any pop she'd heard during her time in LAW. She looked up. Above her, the Titantron hung proudly from the rafters. Its neon screen displayed a zoomed-in feed of the Brit's freed breasts! No matter how Clara tried to cover up, every scant detail was captured in stunning 4k for all to see. And all around, the LAW faithful were eating it up. Cheering and hollering and, yes, at times booing Brooke's disgraceful act, but mostly with blushed faces rather than true indignation.

God, they were loving this, weren't they? Throughout the first few matches of her career, when Brooke was the one getting humiliated before a crowd, they jeered her even as they enjoyed the sight of her being forced to orgasm for their viewing pleasure. Even in this match, they'd urged Clara on through every throw, slam, lock, and bump she put the model through. Now, as soon as Brooke had turned the table in humiliating fashion? They'd just as easily turned against Clara, as if they'd been rooting for Brooke this whole time. Another throw, or perhaps a tear of clothing on Brooke's part, and they'd surely be back on the Brit's side.

It was such bullshit. But this was the league they were in, wasn't it? Two paths lay before her: One where she continued to get ragdolled, exposed, and sometimes even screwed by her opponents until she became a part-time laughingstock, part-time spank bank. And the other... led right through Clara Gaster.

Brooke turned to Clara with a scowl. Finally, she had an answer. "I did what I gotta do." With that looming threat, she pulled Clara up by the underarms, hoping to drag her to her feet. Then, she twisted the Brit around and squeezed tight around her exposed breasts! "RRRAH!" With an uncharacteristically primal scream, which the likes of LAW had not seen from the Downrange Diva before, she would fling Clara backwards, hoping to slam her into the canvas with a rather humiliating boobplex!

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Clara would have a mix of emotions, breathing heavily as she covered her chest with her arms as her face turned the reddest anyone has seen in years of the Brit competing in LAW. Never was she disrobed before so many people...at least directly. In a way, the few hentai and oil matches she has done were already watched upwards of millions of times...but the difference now was the reaction. People cheered (with some boos mixed in) at her being topless, Clara feeling anxiety in ways she hadn't felt for a while...

"W-why...?", Clara asked as Brooke replied to her...with her answer being to shove Clara's hands away, grabbing her by and squeezing her naked boobs!

"AAAAH! STOP THIS! STOP THIS!!!", Clara cried out, as her rival lifted her up into the air, driving her by her boobs into the canvas neck and shoulders first for a boobsplex!

"AUUUUUUUUGH!!!", Clara cried out, folded into from the suplex!

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Brooke held Clara's boobs with a white-knuckled grip as she slammed her foe into the canvas! After finishing the dirty deed, she stood up, dusting her hands off. The audience was louder than she'd ever heard them for one of her matches. In that moment, Brooke felt it. She'd come here to live and be seen as something more than just a centerfold. That was still her heart's yearning, more than anything else. But now more than ever, Brooke knew what it took to be seen in this league.

She peered down her nose at the fallen Brit with a smirk. "Why would I stop?" she asked plainly. "This is what everyone really came here to see." Her arms swung out wide, and Brooke addressed the stands. "Isn't it?" The crowd cheered their assent -- because of course they did!

The rookie then moved towards her senior, planting a foot atop her wounded form. "See? They don't care about your talent, or your record. They just wanna see how hot you can make the other girl look while you're kicking her ass." Brooke disdainfully flipped Clara over before sitting atop her back. "And I think I can make you look real hot for 'em." Then she yanked Clara's arms away and locked them behind Brooke's own knees, revealing her sizable boobs once more! And she bent the Brit back, displaying her chest with a humiliating Camel Clutch!

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"Grrrrgh...", Clara grunted, both in pain and at Brooke's tight grip on her boobs. It felt just as painful as the hurt at her neck and shoulders from the boobsplex. She listened to Brooke monologue, shaking her head: "That's...that's not..."

And yet the evidence was overwhelming. The match was exciting the crowd plenty before, but Brooke's sudden turn made them erupt into a fever pitch as she womanhandled Clara in a hot way!

Brooke would flip Clara over on her stomach, sit on top of her, and lock her into a Camel Clutch, her boobs pushed up for all to see!

"No NO NO!!! STOP! STOP!!!"

Clara didn't want to scream, but the humiliation and pain was too much, especially with the crowd cheering as loud as they did. In a way, Clara had an uphill battle for the exact reasons she despised Rose Gold, as the woman she defeated decided to use her tactics against the Brit!