Christina Perez vs "Battle Angel" Randee Reagan

[Weonna]

'Damn, isn't she a feisty one!' Christina couldn't help but chuckle as every movement she did, Randee would swing wildly.

"Yeah, keep doing that, beautiful~. Keep wasting your energy~" Christina would tease her opponent and even place her breasts at the face of Randee to annoy her even more!

"Here we go!"

THUD

Randee would go down to the Headlock DDT, and already she was limp on the canvas. Now that she was momentarily out of commission, Christina planned to wake her up by slapping her big juicy ass a couple of times until her handprint was visible on the Battle Angel's Booty.

"Wake up. You're not done yet, my little angel. We are just getting started!" With a vicious grip on her chin, Christina trapped the poor girl into a Cross face stretching out her neck and shoulder! The sadistic woman would stop pulling just for Randee to get a pause and then pull twice as hard! Christina won't stop until her opponents scream of sheer agony and pain would be heard out through the arena as her fans would watch helplessly as their idol is getting victimized by this cruel birch that is currently on top of her.

"Come on, my little angel, scream some more!!"

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The second cry that Christina forced out of Randee with a tighter yank on her neck and jaw in the crossface came more as a whine than a scream of agony. "Mmmm..hnnnnn!"

But the Battle Angel tried not to give Christina any more of the screaming she wanted despite the pain of the hold. "Shut..ungh..up." She started panting, heavily, as the hold wore on her, and she tried to concentrate on making her struggles worth it. Her trapped hand could barely move and her trying to pull it free only left her brushing Christina's legs. The other she was barely using to keep herself propped up to ease the pressure on her neck.

But oh God, she needed to get out of this. A few pain tears dripped out of the corner of her eyes, and almost as bad as the pressure on her neck was the way her pretty face was being twisted in the hold so much that she could end up bruised for weeks. She could feel the cameras soaking in the way it was being squished to the side already.

Almost growling, Randee planted her free hand onto the mat and almost hurt her back worse trying to get her knees beneath her. She shuffled, slipped, and failed a few times, but finally she got one knee beneath her and launched herself into the crossface to try and break through Christina's clasped hands. "Ungh!"

[Weonna]

Christina felt like she was in a good position. Seeing her opponent struggle, grunt, and even cry made the sadistic woman smile at Randee's pain and suffering. When the blonde told her to shut her mouth, Christina tightened the Crossface.

"You telling me to shut up? Never." She whispered in her ear while trying to crank at her poor neck and stretch out her shoulder. The Torture would continue for a couple of seconds until Randee started to move and attempt to get out of Christina's grip as she planted her hand on the canvas and managed to get one knee up.

"You know what. I think you still have a lot of fights in you, Randee. Let's fix that, shall we?" Christina let go of the Crossface and stood back up on her feet. While Randee was on one knee, Christina grabbed her by the hair, knowing that she strongly Dislikes that, and began to lower her face to see some of those minor tears of pain she caused, which made the Dark-haired woman lick the side of her face to taste some of those delicious years before throwing her look back at the canvas.

"Let's see you try to wrestle without a back!" Sitting on her back, Christina began to lift both of her opponent's legs, hook them, and attempt to trap her in a Boston Crab. If successful, then Christina would hold her In place and stretch out her back, trying to apply as much pressure as she could.

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Randee's efforts did not fail her, and God was she glad because even getting her knee under her hurt so badly. As Christina let her go, she broke into heavy breathing and checked her neck and face to see how much damage the crossface inflicted.

She was given only seconds to enjoy her relief that everything seemed to have stayed in place before Christina grabbed her hair again. Randee growled, but having been knocked and stretched to a point that she lacked the same feral bite as before, she thought better of wildly swinging with Christina over the top of her and in position to crunch her in another hold. She clenched her teeth and tried to reach for the hand grasping her hair. "Stop..it!"

But the lick, she could not abide. After shivering from the base of her spine up to her blonde head, Randee froze, but then a fist swung up where Christina's face should have been.

But her swinging didn't matter. Christina's weight landed on the middle of her spine, and before Randee could desperately crawl away, she felt her legs and ass lifting from the mat, into the Boston Crab. "Aaahaaagh!" Randee cried, wrapping her face in her arms to hide the pain on her face.

The crossface hurt more, but Randee's inflexible body begged for release just as intensely while her ass was nearly forced to touch her back. Oh God why am I..built like this?

Fuck, she needed the ropes. Randee forced her head up to look for them, and when she saw they were more than a couple of feet away she slammed a fist into the mat.

But she tried to work forward on her elbows as best she could, fighting a growing desire to give into the hold.

[Weonna]

When Christina got her opponent in the Boston Crab, she could tell that Randee was not very flexible as her screams of pain were much more audible than when she was trapped in the Cross face from earlier, which made the Californian grin stretch her as back as deeply as she can.

"Looks like someone needs to work on their flexibility. Maybe I can help you with that! Ahhhh!!" Christina tried to see if she could make Randee's feet touch the top of her head. Meanwhile, her opponent was desperately trying to get to the ropes and escape this brutal hold, and the dark-haired woman took notice as she let go of the Boston Crab and continued, damaging the blonde's back by turning around and grabbing her arms.

"Where do you think you're going?" Christina would then attempt to place Randee's arms across her thighs, trapping them, and proceed to cup her chin and lean back, applying pressure to the Battle Angel's back for a Camel Clutch!

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Ohooo shit..

Randee could feel that the further she tried to crawl, the further Christina pulled on her legs. After a few inches of progress, Christina's merciless bending forced the Battle Angel off of her elbows and basically onto her cheek and palms because she simply could not bend any further without crying But she still tried to crawl, and all the while, Randee tried desperately to keep her mouth shut, to keep from giving Christina the benefit of hearing her squeal.

When Christina let her legs go, a blubbering sound of surprise and relief poured from her. Maybe Christina would get cocky, she hoped, and try to pull a move as stupid as playing injured earlier.

Christina's dropping onto her ravaged back, forcing a sharp gasp, told her she would have no such luck.

Fearing more pain, she tried to rip her arms forward when Christina reached for them, but she didn't have the resistance in her. Before she could find more ideas in her for escape, they were tucked over the top of Christina's thighs, and a second later came the plunge she was dreading. Christina yanked back on her chin, bending her ailing back again.

"Ohooo shit.. oh shit.." she said, gasping and giving words to her earlier thoughts.

She just had to tap, didn't she? Her back was in agony. Crawling again sounded like absolute torture. Seconds passed with Randee only tense and motionless in the hold, her eyes shut to ignore the cameras zooming in on her bent figure.

She did not think she had anything more left in her.

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"Oh, shit is right!" Christina laughed sadistically as she locked in the Camel clutch and began to lean back and apply as much pressure to Randee's already aching back! Christina was rather enjoying her new seat, and her lips began to form an evil-looking grin as she watched her opponent break right in front of her.

The crowd booed as they did not come to watch their idol get maliciously destroyed as they started to chant at the ref.

STAND THEM UP!! STAND THEM UP!! STAND THEM UP!!!

Randee's fans were sick watching Christina sit on top of her for a whole minute as they wanted more action. Christina rolled her eyes and began to mutter to herself.

"They want action. I'll give them action..." After a minute of prolonged, unbearable pain from the Camel clutch, Christina let's go and stood up, glaring at the Battle angel underneath her. With an evil smirk, she spanked Randee on her ass once more to get her attention and then lifted her back up to her feet by grabbing on her hair yet again. Once the blonde stood up, Christina would then attempt to go behind her back and drop her to her shoulders, and from there, the Sadistic woman would continue to torture her opponent by a move called the torture rack!

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Every time Randee's hand shifted, moved by the temptation to tap out, the Battle Angel thought of what would happen if she lost and balled up her fist. Even with her eyes squeezed shut against the pain that ran from the bottom of her spine up her neck, she could sense the cameras flashing from all angles. Far more would flash if she ended this match the loser.

But she was in a sad state, softly panting and moaning and sweating and trying to withstand the pain in her back for another ten seconds, then another ten, then another. Unaware of her own delusion, she believed that if she could stubbornly stick this out, she would have it in her to lay Christina out again.

Her determination to cling to pride barely managed to outweigh the pain for over a minute before Christina let her go, and Randee flopped weakly against the mat, resting her head on her hands. Her back radiated with so much heat that she could not tell how horrible it truly felt, but nothing could have sounded worse than trying to stand.

She ignored Christina's slapping her ass, but she couldn't ignore the tug on her hair. The blonde jerked from the pain on her scalp. "Agh!" she yelped, when the sudden movement made her back spasm. Her arms swung out at Christina again while the woman pulled on her and forced her to stand, but now they were feeble jabs into her opponent's abs.

The Battle Angel did not follow what Christina was planning until she was already in the air. She expected Christina to throw her, because no one ever put her in a torture rack before.

Then came the pressure on her leg and neck that curled her over Christina's shoulders. "AAAAAAHAAAAGH!"

Randee's vision went black for a split second from the initial bout of torture, but her wide eyes took in the bright lights of the arena again in the second after. Oh fuck whatdoIdo!? She felt helpless, dangling and suffering in a hold she had barely seen, much less experienced. She could barely catch her breath through the pain, and when she tried to pull herself up an inch to get her breath, she could tell she was about to spill out of her leotard, too, from all the bending.

Quickly becoming overwhelmed by the pain, Randee's feeble movements slowed further, and her vision started to go black again. It was too much.

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Hearing the Battle Angel scream out in pain brought a sadistic smile to the sick girl's face as she began to face Randee's fans while holding her in a Torture Rack.

"Hey, look, I'm standing up! Isn't this what you all wanted!?" Christina began to yell back at them as she began to squat up and down to make the Torture Rack even more painful for Randee as the crowd kept booing at the Californian Native.

"Come on, Randee, we're going for a spin!" The dark-haired woman began to twirl around fastly to make her opponent dizzy, and after 10 seconds of that, she went back to squatting up and down, really trying to cause as much pain to Randee's back, all the while chuckling at her suffering. Christina knew she was at her breaking point, and when she felt like Randee was about to pass out, she immediately let go of the Battle Angel and dropped her back to the mats.

"Oops, did I break my new toy? I was starting to like this one." Christina sighed and put her hands on her hips as she looked down at her fallen and nearly unconscious prey as she planted a boot on her butt, looking triumphant over the Battle Angel. However, instead of going for a pin to end the match, Christina wasn't entirely done with Randee as she wanted to play with her more. So she held Randee's poor face and had her on her knees as she tried to completely violate the new wrestler by kneeling behind closer to her and licking the sides of her face while running her hands along her body, starting from her wide hips to her breasts where she would playfully grope. Christina's unprofessionalism and sadism struck a nerve to many of Randee's fans as they demanded the ref to disqualify her for misconduct; however, the ref couldn't step in as they were too busy drooling and gazing at Christina's playful teasing and licking too, which brought a sadistic smile on her face. On the brought side, there were still many people who were getting turned on by this as Christina winked to some of the perverts in the audience and planted a kiss close to the Battle Angel's lips.

"Look, Randee, I think they're getting turned on~" Christina whispered in her ear. She began to moan softly, holding her in place for the cameras to see the sadistic woman winking to her fans and playing with the straps of her leotard and annoying the audience with a striptease! She continued to violate Randee as she kept licking the side of her face and touching and squeezing her lovely-shaped breasts until the Battle Angel regained some of her senses, and when she did, Christina would laugh and hold onto her scalp tightly before standing up.

"I believe there is one thing I want to show to your adoring fans. Call it a gift for all you perverts out there in the crowd." She put Randee's head between her legs and lifted her as if she was going for a piledriver! However, this was all a set-up as Christina would fall to the canvas with Randee being forced to hang upside while having her legs forcefully split for the world to see her goodies!

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"Have fun with this in social media~" Christina laughed as she let the camera take a good shot of this humiliating hold.

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At the brink of passing out from the steady stream of pain, Randee did not bring her hands up to brace her fall when Christina dropped her and landed hard on her side. The impact did rouse her enough to keep her from going totally black, but all she could do was groan and roll onto her stomach. She still didn't bother to react when Christina planted a boot on her rear. She was too glad for another break for her back to care.

But she did care once Christina took her by the face and forced her up onto her knees where her back could no longer rest, and she groaned. "Get off..jerk." she said, panting. She didn't want Christina touching her face, either, but that annoyance ranked rock bottom on her list of problems.

Christina did get off, but not in the way Randee meant. The licking Randee already experienced, and the blonde only scowled and yanked her head to the side when she felt the bitch's tongue on her cheek again. But Christina didn't stop there. Randee thought the hands on her hips were Christina's grip, part of a scheme to position the model for another devastating hold, but once they snaked their way up her abs and onto her breasts, she realized Christina was groping her. She wasn't setting up any moves or trying to finish her off. She just wanted to humiliate her.

With a gasp of pain and realization, Randee's hands shot onto Christina's wrists to try and detatch her, but when she saw that the fondling threatened to expose a lot more than Randee showed online, the Battle Angel chose to grab at the top of her leotard instead and yank it back into place. Having Christina wrestle and fondle her out of her clothes was too much to bear. Already she could hear people whooping, and that was bad enough without being half-naked.

She kept holding the fabric in place while the fight and defiance crept back into her. "Get the fuck..off!" All she got for her exclamation was a kiss on the cheek, and she tried to slap at Christina's face.

Then all she got for the slap was another tug on her hair. Randee tried snatching at Christina's arm, but the aching in her back left her too hesitant and slow. Without much resistance, she was stuffed between Christina's thighs and fearfully stared down at the canvas for the coming piledriver, powerbomb..worse, maybe.

It was worse, but the slam never came. Randee felt Christina tumble over and was brought along with her until her own breasts fell aginst her chin, then Christina's legs hooked around hers. The horror was already written on her face by the time Christina stretched her legs wide.

The flash of cameras twinkled in Randee's eyes. She could feel everyone's attention snap to the part of her that Christina forced up towards the arena lights.

She fought for all she was worth to escape. Her back was not in agony in this humiliating hold, but it ached while Randee rocked back and forth. One leg got free first, and Randee tried her darndest to wrench her body to that side and tumble off the top of her tormentor.