The finale Tale of the Dancer and the Singer: Apocalypse now

[RedShinigami]

The Queen of Hearts was a wrestler. It meant she had experience, training and could hold herself in the ring. She was none of the models who suddenly thought they belonged into the ring, oh no, Veronika Noir was a first grad athlethe, given her training as dancer and with the training by Sia von Karnstein, Veronika became a force enough to be recognized, of course she was far away from the Edelstein Twins or other wrestlers but still, The Queen of Hearts was not just talk. She had proved it in her matches against Chris and especially against her rival Sachiko Koizumi at Halloween. But what happened here was far out of her league. She was'nt trained or even built for these kind of long and brutal matches, at least not yet. She had put everything she had into punishing Chris and still it was'nt enough. Or did her hebris again got the better of her? It did'nt matter, Veronika Noir was ready for the hospital, there was no way around. There was no muscle or joint in her body that did'nt hurt and after the brutal choke and beating with the chair, she was ready to submit.

But Chris would'nt let her. She would'nt even pin her. She threw Veronika into a corner, crying, hateful, and then proceeded to fly through the air, something Veronika had wanted to take from her. Veronika did'nt care at the moment. If Chris landed in a wheelchair, then so be it, that was the risk you had to take when stepping into the ring. Or was it? What she did was far more then to state an example on her opponent, she had tried to destroy her, end her career both inring and as muscian for life. A sudden coldness crept throught Veronika, her stomach turning to ice. What had she done? Not even her biggest opponent had deserved this. Why had she done this, she asked herself. Why had she done it indeed... Anyway, the Queen of hearts reaped what she had sown as Chris smashed into her, sending her back into the turnbuckle. Her whole body hurt, the hearts on her nipples were already gone, making Chris and her even now.

"No...more...no...AAAAAGH!", Veronika screamed as Chris grabbed her arm and pulled her from the corner before sending kick after kick into the elbow.
"AAAAAGH! AAAAAAAH! AAAAHAAAAAAA!" The crowd got silent as they heard the agonizing screams of the Queen of Hearts who was fighting for her life now it seemed. When the small rocker finally let go she whimpered and tried to sooth her elbow only to get stomped on the now hurting joint.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!", she gave an highpitched scream and tears shot out of her eyes as she rolled on the floor, clutching the hurt ligament...

[GolemGuardian]

The arena was dead silent, aside from Veronika's agonized screams. The audience could understand that the little rock star was pissed at her rival, but at this point her actions were simply cruel. The Franco-Austrian was beaten after all the chair shots, many bruises following to mirror the one in Chris' own gut, and was almost out of it. She was broken after the high-flyer crossed the length of the ring in her ICMD, slamming her feet into the chair that kept her eternal rival trapped and sandwiched her against the corner. That should have been it, end of round four and an quick, likely easy fifth and final round.

Right now, Chris didn't think of that at all. All she saw now was the red fury. Veronika had treated her like garbage, and now it was her turn to be toyed with. The bitch's right arm seemed a great start, she figured. While Veronika no doubt treasured her legs, from what Chris knew about her former career, her arm was an easier target. Not to mention, even after this match, she figured the blond would find any more fondling or spanking to the more lewd wrestlers of LAW a little more difficult. At least until it was completely healed and likely didn't feel stiff.

So she grabbed the limb and kicked the elbow relentlessly, pulling scream after stream from her hated rival. Chris didn't know how many times her foot met the joint, but she knew that even after she let it go and stomped on it she wasn't done yet. Grabbing the arm back from her weakened foe the rocker set Veronika up with her arm facing inside the ring and just under the ropes. She ran to the other side of the ring, rebounding off the ropes before dropping down into a baseball slide right into the dancer's arm. The momentum would send the girl out of the ring and onto the thin mats outside. The rocker slid out behind her, still yet to be satisfied.

Once again she grabbed Veronika's injured arm, giving it a cruel twist to pull another scream from the blond, pulling her over to the steel steps. A collective gasp fell over the audience, an idea of what was to follow once the lightweight pulled the steps back just enough to fit the middleweights arm between it and the apron. Chris stepped back to the barricades, allowing Veronika to stew in fear for a few moments. Fear Chris had felt when she woke up in the medical ward after their second match, when she could barely feel her legs. Her logical mind knew there wasn't anything broken or torn, but she still panicked for a few moments over why they felt so sore. Though it was only a few moments, they were horrifying. And that was what she wanted to leave Veronika with.

She broke out into a sprint, once again leaping and thrusting out her feet. She would dropkick the steps, squishing the aching ligament between steel to pull one final scream from the horrid bitch. Many in the audience couldn't bear to watch or hear anymore, covering their ears and eyes. This time they couldn't excuse her actions, no matter how deserved Chris may have figured. They knew the match would be brutal, but this so far had been more of a massacre, it seemed.

Chris let out a long breath, running her fingers through her hair as she stood over her hated rival. "Not fun, is it? The small taste of what you put me through?" She glared down, her hate glazed eyes betraying her otherwise cool tone. "Don't worry, you caramel colored coward. I'm gonna grant your request, and end this. I'm not as cruel and spineless as you, afterall." The rocker kicked the dancer in the side, rolling her onto her front. The rock star then set up for her second finisher. A move that could and should have ended their first match, if she hadn't been so vindictive. She kneeled down onto the Franco-Austrian's back, crossing Veronika's legs together. She'd even go the extra mile, grabbing the aching arm and pull it around so it was across the bitch's throat.

Rolling onto her back and pulling her eternal rival with her, the rock star completed her bow and arrow hold, the Arthemis Draw. Her legs would push up with all she had, her arms pulling down similarly. She bent the girl with all her might, putting pressure on the hurting elbow in her modified variation. She was finally aiming to finish this round, looking to get the ex-dancer as hurt as possible before the final and fifth fall of this brutal match began. "Come on, Veronika. Just save yourself the trouble and tap out to little old me, again."

Arthemis Draw

[RedShinigami]

Indeed the Queen of Hearts listened to every word of the rocker whose voice she knew by heart now. She knew her screams, her whimpers, her begging, knew her hateful and downright sadistic tone when she had Veronika under her heel. And she knew the soft and careful side of this soft voice the rockstar called her own. All of this added to the person that was Chris Yukine. Chris Yukine she had brought down from the moment they met, Chris Yukine she had tortured, humiliated and almost killed the career off. Was it her fault? Was it her fault that was in the corner now, being ragdolled by her biggest rival? No, still now Veronika Noirs trauma got the best out of her, telling her to the best. Everythin that happened now was not Chris courage, toughness or talent, no, Veronika just had'nt pay enough attention. If she had been in this fight with 100% then she would have beaten that runt like agos ago, clean with 3-0 but this snowhaired nuisance bored her so much that she was'nt paying enough attention. She would change this, as soon as she would get up she...

CLANG!
"GAAAAAAARGH!" The chair slammed into her arm, sending jolts of pain through it, already she had lost any sensation in it except pain and dullness. This could'nt be good but The Queen of Hearts was much to proud to accept any defeat. She dropped onto the floor, holding her arm while her teeth clenched, her physcial status betraying everything she told herself in her mind.
But Chris Yukine seemed far from done as she heard steps on the canvas ,getting faster and slam into her arm, making her howl in pain again as she dropped out onto the mat. The crowd looked at her form on the floor, holding her arm and whincing. Sure, it was a nice sight seeing the Rocker getting sweet revenge but it seemed that this was'nt enough for Chris as she slid out the ring, grabbed the hurting limb of the Queen of Hearts and brought her to her feet. Veronika could'nt stand right now and her bodyweight dropped against Chris, leaning onto her. "Please no more...", her body begged again, her instincts overruling her proud mind.

"No, please,nooooo-AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUGH!", she screamed as Chris twisted her arm with a satisfied grin. She felt a crack and again, numbness and pain where the only thing she could feel. She would have dropped to her knees if Chris had'nt held her upright, bringing her over to the steelsteps. "No..", she said, afraid that she would be slammed into it but no, she pushed down, her arm was shoved into the space between the steps and the apron and the Queen of Hearts looked in terror as Chris went back to the railings, starting into a sprint and then dropkicked the ring into her shoulder.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGH!!!!" The shrill screams of pain that left Veronikas mouth could be heard through the entire arena, this was the most bonechilling by far. The Queen of Hearts dropped on the thinly padded mats , holding on to her burning limb. "No more, no more...please I can't take it...", she whispered and looked into Chris eyes and for a second she saw herself. What she had done to Veronika was nothing less what Veronika had done to her. Chris was unleashed, a revenge seeking monster and when she dropped her knees into the Queen of Hearts back, the Franco Austrian grunted. "Ugh..." Already her will to fight was beaten out of her. She was close to giving up, not this round, but the entire match. She needed a drink a shower and a bed...

But Chris Yukine would'nt grant her that as she wrapped her hurting arm around her neck to add to the pain as she went back into the Artemis Draw, stretching and bending the body of the athletic Queen of Hearts who, in a healthy state, could take such moves for quite a time, but now she just wanted to flee. Get away from here...she did'nt want to be here anymore!
"I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVEEEEEEEEEEEE!", she screamed and finally the bell rang and the Counter showed 2:2.
The crowd cheered but not as loud as before. They only hoped that it would be over soon now...

[GolemGuardian]

The silent crowd were barely behind the rock star anymore. She had many chances to end the round, and even this match, but she refused. There was no mercy for the woman who had forged a personal hell for her. She cared little for their enjoyment. Chris came here to not only win and prove Veronika's victory was a fluke, but to get revenge for each and every week she spent after that match on social media and with PR people, trying to get take down any and every picture that had spread from her humiliation. She worked hard to seem a tough girl over the years, and in ten minutes her rival had obliterated that image to near completion. Chris couldn't stand for it.

The arm took the brunt of her frustration, tearing scream after scream from Veronika. She wasn't satisfied until the crushed it between the apron and the steel steps, pulling the loudest scream yet. Chris hated to admit it, but there was a small feeling of glee as this time her rival was the victim. She wondered how much she enjoyed playing the victim instead of the predator. The fear that came with it, fighting to drown the spark to keep pushing. "Pathetic, perra."

Soon after she locked in her finishing hold, the Arthemis Draw, modified with Veronika's sore arm pulled across her neck and pulled down against her neck. It was only a second or three, maybe, but the Franco-Austrian soon screamed her submission for all to hear. The titantron changed the score to and even 2:2, and the crowd quietly rejoiced. They wanted this to end soon, no doubt.

Despite that, the snow haired high flyer hadn't let go yet. Ten seconds, twenty seconds. The bell had rung and yet the rocker hadn't released her rival. Was it her enjoying the submissive scream? Or just wanting to maximize the pain before the fifth and final bout began? Chris didn't know which it was, or if it was a combination of the two. All she knew was it was maybe forty seconds before she finally let go, angling her legs so Veronika could roll down onto the ground. The rocker remained on the ground, realizing soon how deep she was breathing. She must have been more exhausted than she thought she was. And the pain in her back was still prevalent and reminded her of it as she straightened back up.

Like Veronika no doubt did now, the lightweight needed to catch her breath. So for now the two, half-naked women would lay on the ground and regain their bearings. The crowd then began to wonder just who would recover first, and if they would be able to secure the win.

[RedShinigami]

"Let me go! LET ME GOOOOOO!", Veronika screamed in panic, never before had she experienced such pain, such humiliation and such fear. Her entire body was a wound, her shoulder felt as if her arm would fall of her body any minute. She couldnt feel it anymore, everything beneath her shoulderblades was numb and the Franco-Austrian tasted someones revenge for the first time.

She heard what Yukine said and as much as she wanted to tell herself that she did'nt care, that Yukine was indeed only a little shitstain ready to be cleaned from LAWs surface, the Queen of Hearts knew it was'nt true. The snowhaired wrestler would'nt give up, even if the odds were against her she would not bulge. You had to take her out to get a victory out of her and this thought gave Veronika an idea. It was so simple and both women were out of it enough to make it work. But she needed to be sure.

Slowly she turned to her side, gritting her teeth as she saw felt her stinging shoulder screaming for release. She sat upright and took a deep breath, inhaling...exhaling...

The Hearts covering her nipples had already dropped to the ground leaving both women truel halfnaked, to the cheers of the crowd. And as much as Veronika would have liked to strip the small rocker again she knew that in her current state of ruin, showboating was out the window. She went for another approach and spiked her elbow into the black spot that had formed on Chris Yukines stomach. If that worked she would take the hurting girls head and turn her around.
"You like this stairs, huh?", Veronika whispered and sent Chris head into it. Again, Again, Again...


SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
The sound was sickening and when Veronika decided to let it end she put the limp body of Chris Yukine into her arm, her naked breasts pressed into Chris backside as her legs wrapped themselves around Chris waist and her good arm locked the sleeper in. Even if she could'nt really use it she managed to get her damaged arm up to lock in the hold and fixate it.

There it was, the dreaded finisher of the Eagles, called "Eine kleine Nachtmusik". Veronika tried to start adding the pressure if indisturbed. "Good night, Chris Yukine...", she whispered like a King Cobra having a rat in her grasp.

[GolemGuardian]

As Chris lay on the ground trying to catch her breath, the crowd seemed to begin stirring once more. Possibly from the conclusion that was approaching, or from the fact the two women were down to only their swimsuit bottoms now. A fact the rocker barely gave any thought on, having been to wrapped up in her frustrations as well as too exhausted to really understand it now. Either way, it seemed they were ready to move from the brutal fourth round and onto what would likely be a fifth round.

She also was debating on how to end things, to give the crowd a spectacular finale to this feud. Forcing a third submission from the bitchy tanned slut would be a great way to show how much of a fluke things had been. But given the harder nature of the style, maybe a dive through a table or from a ladder would be preferable for the crowd. Not to mention, even if she didn't weigh a lot, crashing down from above like that would definitely leave a bruising reminder to Veronika to shut her up.

Unfortunately, as she debated and got her energy back, the Franco-Austrian found the strength to get up first. The rocker only learned that when the middleweight spiked her elbow right down into her blackened, bruised stomach. Immediately Chris started gagging and coughing as her eyes shot open from the pain. She rolled on her side and held her midsection, tears and spittle leaking out as she fought against the urge to vomit.

But that pitiful sight wasn't enough for the sadistic blond, as she easily got the rocker up and over to the steel steps with her good arm. As she still held her aching tummy, she was offering little resistance as Veronika started slamming her head into the steel steps. Over and over, a blow for each vicious stomp and twist Veronika had received during the last round, her hair and breasts flying about in every which direction from the harsh movements. The lightweight gave a few muted grunts after each blow, a red stain appearing on the metal by the end of it as a cut opened on the snow haired woman's forehead. She was left defenseless and limp, drool, tears and blood flowing down her face from her rival's assault and was easily locked in the Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.

Some part of her realized what was happening as she felt two little bumps press into her back, barely snapping to reality as that spiteful voice whispered cruelly into her ear. She had barely been conscious for it back when she was first locked in it, but she had seen it amongst those fucking pictures she had spent so long swimming through to delete. Pictures of her humiliating defeat and her beaten and broken form. Her teeth grit at the memories and the rehabilitation, how weak she had felt during it all because of this bitch.

"Gkgkbrrdgggg..." She sputtered out, trying to wriggle a little. Not to escape, but rather to get her arm between the two of them. If she could, she'd try get her hand right about where she left a bruise from her innumerable chair shots around Veronika's own stomach. "Fuck," she's cough out when she thought she found it. "You!" Her fingers would dig into the bruise, giving an awkward belly claw in retaliation to the elbow from earlier. She refused to lose to this fucking move again!

If Veri tried to beat her to let go or tighten the hold, Chris would dig her claw in further. The only way she'd let go was when Veronika did. It would only be a matter of when.

Once released, knowing she likely wouldn't have a chance if she tried to regain her bearings again if the bitch tried again, the rocker would immediately throw and elbow into the tanned blond's boob as hard as she could. Chris would've gone with the face, but she figured the boob would hurt way more. After, the rocker would try to move Veronika onto her front, kneel down over her shoulder and pull up on the arm she'd been beating for so long. "GRRAAAHHH!!!!" She screamed as she pulled as hard as she could, pushing her hips down to maximize the pain.

Screw the crowd's enjoyment. Screw just hurting the bitch's pride. Chris just wanted to hear this slut squeel for mercy. "Give! Up!" She yelled, looking over her shoulder and down at her so-called eternal rival. "Give up! And tell this whole arena how worthless you are! How low you are! Scream to the high heavens who the better woman is! Fucking do it, you no good, lousey excuse of a wrestler!" Even if Veronika tapped, it was obvious Chris wouldn't let go for a while. Something had snapped in her finally. She wouldn't be satisfied until Veronika was pleading, begging, screaming, doing anything and everything aside from escaping the vicious armbar. There would be no mercy for her until Chris was absolutely satisfied.

[RedShinigami]

Veronika could barely stand anymore. This here was the most grueling torture she ever had to endure in her wrestling career. She did better then she had thought she would but that all did'nt help her when Chris proved be what she always was. A nuisance. A little gnat that won't leave her alone, always coming back, always stinging, always drawing a bit of her energy away.

Veronika hoped that with another slam into her blackened belly and a few good shots to her head, she could end this charade, getting her into the "Eine kleine Nachtmusik" and be finally done with the little shithead. But no, first of all, she never had perfected the hold, secondly, her right arm was practically unuseable at this point and she would have faired better if she just had give in. If she had known how far Chris would go she definetly would have given up. Veronika was proud, but broken limbs were another topic. But even if she knew that she would'nt be able to lock it in completly she went for it as it was the only move she could still do.

Veronika was spent. She could not stay anymore, sit anymore, the only thing she could was lying down and this was the perfect move to go for when all the ressources had dried out. She wrapped one arm around Chris neck, wrapped her legs around her midsection and grinned. "Good night you little loser. Have you really thought you could win against me? This first match WAS a fluke. And this proves it. You are nothing, you are an untalented little bitch that tried to bite of much more then she could chew. When you wake up your career will be over. Well...with that tits of yours you easily could start in the local brothels or massage salons...they always hire dumb broads with big tits, you know...", she whispered and tried to lock it in but Chris finally seemed to have enough of the jealous, evil and arrogant behavior of Veronika as she let out a scream that no one could believe, was coming out of this delicate small woman as she clawed the bruised flesh of the Franco-Austrians belly. "What-gaghAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!", the european screamed in pain, trashing around, letting Chris go.

She tried to roll to the side but the second wind of the rocker already brought her to her feet again as she sent an elbow into her big breasts. "AAGH!", she screamed, her bust jiggling in motion as new bruises started to form. And finally it seemed that Chris Yukine was ready to eend things with an armbar on her right arm! "NO! PLEASE, CHRIS NOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!", she howled in pain as the snowhaired woman bent her arm backwards. "NO! LET GO! IT HURTS! LET GO! PLEASE, CHRIS! I...I...I G...", she wanted to scream as horrible SNAP filled the arena, making the crowd go silent.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!", the blonde woman screamed as she felt all the sensation had left it. She screamed her lungs out as the arm dropped down, upper and lower arm looking into different directions. "Augh...augh...", she whimpered and tears left her eyes as she clutched her arm. The ref called the match and Chris theme started to play. But the cheers were...scarcely. The theme of Chris filled the arena as Veronika was lying on the floor in a fetal position, crying and whimpering.

The medics came out and put the Queen of Hearts on a stretcher before they went to Chris. "Please, lay down, Yukine-san,you are bady hurt too...", the ref said and looked at her with a mix of assurance and dissapointment. This was the big finale of the feud of the Dancer and the Singer and it ended in tragedy...

[GolemGuardian]

All Chris could see was red. Red from her anger boiling over. Red from the blood that streamed down her her forehead and forcing her left eye closed for its protection. Red from the bruises that littered Veronika's body and even the new one that formed on her chest. The rocker was done with this ego-maniacal bitch and her dumb-tanned-ass.

She took no joy forcing those screams from the Franco-Austrian as her fingers squeezed as tight as they could, as her elbow concaved her chest in for one final blow to keep her in place. There was no time for anything other than feeling the burning hatred in her chest. The lightweight got the armbar locked in, pulling as hard as she could, put as much pressure on the shoulder as she could, and even leaned back to maximize the torque. That was all it took to get her 'eternal rival' to scream for mercy. But she wouldn't abide the requests Chris furiously yelled at her. She was going to give up, but even if she had the rocker wouldn't have stopped until Veronika did as was told.

"FUCKING SAY IT, YOU WORTHLESS SLUT! WHO IS THE BETTER WRESTLER?! WHO IS YOUR BETTER?! AND WHO IS THE PETTY BITCH WHO COULDN'T HOLD A CANDLE TO HER?! SAY IT! SAY IT YOU GO-" Her screams were halted as she fell back and off Veronika. Not because the bitch had found the strength to push her off or the rocker's grip failed her, but rather because of a loud, sickening snap that echoed throughout the arena. And soon an equally sickening scream soon resounded out. The rocker barely registered the way Veronika's arm bent unnaturally back before it was pulled from view.

The rocker laid there stunned, one eye staring up into the arena lights as the bell rang and the titantron changed the score to 3-2. It was over, and she had won. And yet there was no feeling of accomplishment. No satisfaction to accompany her victory. The crunch of bone breaking had snapped her back to her senses, her gut falling as she realized what she had done. There were very few in the audience that celebrated, but the rocker didn't earn them.

The rocker laid there stunned, looking up into the disappointed ref. Though she tried to comfort Chris by telling her not to move and how badly she was hurt, it barely registered. All she heard was bone break, lip shaking and tears welling up in her eyes from regret.

The rocker laid there stunned, questioning just what it was she had done as the medics took her away long after Veronika had left.

Winner: Chris Yukine 3-2