Devil's Due: Thereisa Niedermeyer vs Wicke Sykes

[The Riders]

Staring up at the lights, Thereisa would wonder if going baby face is worth it. Is it worth getting beaten and dominated almost every match before finding some way to dig deep and be able to come back and defeat your opponent to the clapping and cheering from the fans in the end, she remembers her ill-fated baby face run to start off her career.

Two big losses stand out more in her mind that sent her on the path that she has always been remembered for during her career, an embarrassing loss to Audrey Hunter who took advantage of the match rules since Thereisa at the time was never took part of Hentai matches and left her laying nude in the middle of the ring for everyone to see... while in a puddle of her own juices and Audrey own on her face.

The second was a crushing defeat to Ayane Yamamoto who crushed the baby's face out of her and molded her into the woman she has always been, and yet where she is trying to be something she is not wanting the fans to accept her just like they do everyone else.

As she is rolled over onto her side and feels a crushing weight land on her back from Wicke slamming her backside right onto her lower back with a butt drop, letting out a groan as Thereisa feels her being lifted over the other woman knees before feeling a pressure on her chin being yanked up into a camel clutch. 'AAAUUUGHHHH' feeling the arch in her back and Wicke weight just adding to the pain that she is feeling right now, her feet kicking the canvas, trying to endure thinking of a plan to escape.

[SwordSavior1]

It might be argued that coming from a field that required accepting the truth to aid life might have shaped Wicke's mindset. If Wicke always came out with an violent and dishonourable approach, she wouldn't have progressed in her career. The only notable error was being too fragile mentally to take down the so called alpha initially, which she looked more than ready to rectify.

Even with the butt bomb and the notorious submission, she still had trouble putting out the flames of this stubborn woman. Maybe she had to take it up a notch. Maybe she had to force Thereisa to be as just as focused on themselves as they are to image. Unfazed by the brunette's constant kicking, Wicke resumed asserting her weight while cranking on that bent chin, but overtime she drew the heel's body backwards contorting into a new shape. "Hold your breath..." Advising no curses and complaints or else this would be more taxing. The purplette aimed to pacify the opposition through trapping Thereisa in between her breasts for another one of her famed signatures.

[The Riders]

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! GGAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!” Thereisa let out a long, tortured scream as she was bent backwards, incredibly far by Wicke who pulled and pulled and pulled until Thereisa face was pointing directly up, staring straight at the ceiling, her spine bending horribly as her back was stretched farther than it had ever been before.

As her back was stretched backwards, torturously far, it caused her chest to be pushed outwards, causing a loud cheer from the crowd who are enjoying the match so far. Her breasts strained against the fabric of her outfit, pushing hard and accentuating her cleavage more than the outfit already did, looking like they were going to pop out at any moment.

But her troubles weren't over as her opponent wanted to add some extra humiliation to her as her face was placed between the plump woman's busty breasts, smothering her cries of pain with a muffled scream. Not being able to breathe forces her to struggle harder trying to escape the hold and to get the big woman off of her back or she will either pass out or tap out to save herself... and she refuses to give Wicke the pleasure of making her do either one of those.

[SwordSavior1]

While her eardrums hurt from screams of agony, it wouldn't force Wicke to become anymore lenient through the Steamroller. Exerting unimaginable power to contort Thereisa into many shapes and sizes. At this rate, the brunette's body looked more malleable than the mind. As she transitioned into the smother variant of her submission, the struggling head forced Wicke's nipples to harden and show prominence, yet only eliciting soft coos from her mouth.

Her current dedication towards teaching Thereisa a lesson outmatched their burning bodies. Apparently the heel had similar ideas as her head almost flying off whilst sandwiched wouldn't end the show either. Even a now signature move wouldn't settle things, but luckily Wicke planned for the moment where old tricks were unable to satisfy.

Removing those hands from Thereisa's chin on top shaking her sweaty cleavage, the Scientist let her once fearful opposition drop to the floor. Crawling around the other woman's body so they could be face to face, Wicke grasped a clump of hair as she brought both of them to their feet. To ensure that her foe was neutralised and didn't collapse immediately, she applied a brief frontal facelock while holding Thereisa's waist. In a huff, she tried to suspend her opponent so they would be hanging upside down. "Enough..." Cold breath seeping into the ear of Cyber Widow. Revealing her new finisher known as Shattered Psyche, Wicke twisted around to drop the other wrestler mid-rotation for a special brainbuster!

[The Riders]

If only Thereisa would have no panicked and started to flail around in anger at being smothered by Wicke breast, she would have been able to counter her opponent move.

She would have been able to use her length to escape the hold or at worse do some damage to force her opponent to let go or at worse take a rake to the eyes instead of just taking a breast smother and to busy cursing up a storm underneath the woman pale orb. But due to her anger at being humiliated by the purple hair milf just rubbed her the wrong way as she kept trying to strike out in anger like a rabid beast does with cornered by another beast, and now she is paying the price for it as her hair is grabbed and pulled by her opponent so that they are face to face from each other.

Even through they are face to face... Thereisa still has that look of anger on her face glaring deep into her opponent's eyes before their stare down is taken away due to her opponent putting her in a frontal facelock, all the while her waist is grabbed as she can feel her feet leave the canvas and hang in the air for a bit.

Even those cold words that was whispered in her ear by Wicke would not settle her rage as she was spun around and slammed onto the back of her head on the mat, clutching the back of her head before going limp onto the canvas stunned at being overpowered and out wrestled by Wicke of all people someone that she never expected to happen at all.

[SwordSavior1]

The psychological nature of this match proved to be rather vital for Wicke in terms of holding control for so long. Her own insistence to play consistently aggressive in combination with humiliation moves kept the brunette in just only an agitated state.

Even with the larger woman standing in front of her with fang beared, Wicke still wouldn't show fear as she aimed to tame this large goliath for good. Did her new move give the results she desired? The fans thought so as evident by Thereisa's limp state. They never seen the purplette wrestle like this before, almost as if she wanted to make a large crevice in the mat.

After delivering the modified brainbuster, she sat briefly only to crawl around and onto Thereisa for the cover. "Count..." Straight to the point as the official went down as the fans counted with them.

1!...
2!...

[The Riders]

Thereisa was out of it after taking a move that would have knocked out anybody in this company. But not her, as she was still a dominant wrestler at her age and this was more about her pride instead of winning the match for Apex, since she found out that Wicke's little stupid friend was her last victim.

But just before the ref hand would smack the canvas for the third and final time, an arm would raise off the canvas by the skin of it teeth as she was able to get the shoulder up to break up the three counts. But even that took a lot out of her as she is more of a spent force in the ring, her chest heaving trying to get as much air as she can in her body clearly winded and sweaty after having to do everything she can to keep the bigger woman weight wise compared to her height down.

‘Hehe... HAHAHA...’ giggling is heard coming from the tall woman body laying eagle spread on the mat. ‘Come...Wicke... That all you got. Your little friend put more of a fight... Before I snapped her neck.’ She taunts again, just bidding as much time as she can till her opponent makes another mistake.

[SwordSavior1]

Asserting her weight, it seemed that Wicke can finally throw a weight off shoulder with an Apex win and some catharsis simultaneously. However the purplette would be left flabbergasted by her opponent somehow breaking the pin after all of this punishment.

Even more aggravating was that mouth continuing to belittle everything Wicke adored. Did her emotions cause the babyface to improperly deliver the 'Shattered Psyche' or was she really a shell of her former self? Only now moves she delivered have started to tax her stamina, but further stress could accelerate such a procedure.

"Have you already received head trauma?" Suddenly snapping in response to Thereisa casually bringing up the incident again. Clouded by inconclusive results and altered temperament, she proceeded to forgo resting any longer and grasp the brunette's sweaty lock, aiming to draw them both to their feet where the larger woman was drawn into another frontal facelock.

[The Riders]

Thereisa was on her last legs at the moment. She felt that stinging familiar pounding in the back of her head and she knows what it is, another concussion that still has her seeing double and it is the only thing that is holding her back for trying to make a comeback so she figures she will make sure Wicke victory is as hollow as possible.

‘Your friend said the same thing.... But no, I don’t have head trauma...’ she says while muffled by the facelock she finds herself in. Her legs are still not underneath her as she starts to sag a bit, trying to get her bearing, but her opponent came in with a plan and was able to make it work and this is the result of that plan. ‘All those dreams you two had... Samina told me them.’ Thereisa says to the other woman. ‘But you want to know something Wicke...she told me her dream ’ as she uses the last big of her strength to try to push the heavier woman away to free herself from the hold.

[SwordSavior1]

If neither Wicke's usual finisher and a new move didn't leave the intended result, what else can the purplette do? Somehow win a battle of attrition and hoping that she didn't slip. She would have pay deep attention to the brunette's body language with how deceptive yet cold her mannerisms proved to be. This wasn't some freak accident, it was all Thereisa behind the wheel.

Wicke could almost feel an aneurysm everytime Samina's name returned to the conversation. Thanks to the incident, she and Samina were forced to become rather distant for a period of time, enough to leave a few confessions vague and remain in their mind. Thereisa of all people shed some light about the crushed dreams. A tag team along with friendly rivalry. Maybe a dynasty if one of their kids turned out to be interests. It was enough for Wicke to lost concentration as the big bull tossed her out of the hold. "Ahhhhhh!..." Almost falling onto the mat and instead hunkered down growling at the enemy. Dreading another word would result into a heart attack, the scientist would only let her opponent stand for a second before charging towards the opposition, hoping to carry her hulking frame towards the turnbuckle for a sudden tackle!