Stephanie "Baroness" Renaud vs Clara Gaster - Hell on Apex

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Despite Katherine’s pleading, Clara still struck the Baroness. She completely lost herself to her rage…playing exactly in the icy Frenchwoman’s hand as she put her arm up to block the shot from the Kendo Stick. Swiftly, Clara pulled her weapon back, wishing to try again to strike at the Baroness…

For a moment, just a moment, Clara saw her foe’s bloodied face. She did it…she hurt her this much…and she deserved it…but the blood wasn’t the problem. The problem was that damned smile. That moment of fear, of doubt, was all that the Baroness needed, as suddenly, her head shot upwards as her forehead hit her straight on the nose!

”MMMMGGGGH!!!”

Clara’s hands went to her nose as she dropped the kendo stick…with it falling straight into Baroness’s hands.

Immediately, her own weapon became her undoing. Pressing it from the back, Stephanie pulled Clara tightly against herself, trapping Clara in another spine bending Bearhug, this time assisted by the Kendo Stick!

”GYAAAAAAAAAH!!!”, Clara cried out, tears of pain falling down her cheeks, as she grit her teeth. Adrenaline and anger let her ignore the pain in her spine for a little bit, but now? All the torment Baroness brought on her was back in full force!

So tight was the hold that Baroness managed to lift Clara off her feet with it. Still, the Baroness possessed enough strength to hurt Clara, in spite of how much the Brit punished her rival!

”Shut—-AAAAAAAAAH!!!”, Clara screamed, trying to strike against the Baroness’s arms…but with the amount of pain she was experiencing, she couldn’t muster enough strength for the strikes to deal enough hurt to her foe!

Stephanie wasn’t letting Clara to get a single word in, the stick digging tighter and tighter into her back…as Clara could hear the wood of her own weapon creaking under pressure…

[thesteedman]

The Baroness could not help but bite her lower lip in delight, once more enjoying the intoxicating feeling of Clara writhing in nothing more than a bikini against her own scantily clad form. By now, Clara's midriff looked like it was docked against her own, her stomach dominated by the chiselled form of the Baroness as the Kendo Stick was pressed so far into her back it looked like it had dug in deep, no doubt causing absolute agony. The Baroness was relentless, showing off her power despite being beaten down earlier, using the stick to lift Clara up against herself before pulling deeper. Clara tried to beat against her, but the pain was too distracting, making her writhe and arch as the Baroness giggled in a soft manner.

She could sense the end... there was blood in the water now. Despite Clara's promise, everyone had a breaking point and Clara was reaching hers. Soon the pain would overwhelm her, and despite what was on the line, she would have to surrender to the pain. The Baroness would not let her pass out this time; her hold was expertly locked, allowing Clara just enough air through the screams that passing out was not an option. The only way out now would be absolute surrender, not just of herself but of her lover too. The though excited the Baroness to her core, as she could not help but admire Clara's form, imagining her within a Maid outfit, serving her alongside Kay for an entire year. The notion of having Clara in her room, all to herself... The Apex Final was mere afterthought, the Openweight Championship just a mere consolation to the absolute domination and possession of Clara.

Such was her thoughts that it distracted the Baroness a little too much. She squeezed harder and harder, until a massive snap sounded out. Clara was left to collapse upon the mat, as the Kendo Stick against her back had broke in half. The crowd were in rage, as Clara was left writhing on the ground. The Baroness simply sighed, casting the remnants of the weapon from the ring in a casual nonchalant manner. It was then she began to stalk Clara once more, crawling in quite an alluring an near hypnotic and sensual manner. With Clara distracted by the pain, the Baroness could sense the end, those deadly legs once more managing to loop around Clara in a swift and frighteningly efficient manner.

The crowd began to protest, knowing that this could be the end, as the Baroness locked Clara in a different bodyscissors, holding her side on this time, before crossing her legs into a deep figure four position, locking a devastating looking body triangle upon Clara's waist. The Baroness pulled upon her own ankle, letting her thighs sink deep into Clara's lower stomach and back, a deadly closing coil that squeezed with a strength Clara was all too frighteningly familiar with.
"<I have you now beautiful... It is time to end this...>" The Baroness whispered in a seductive and low tone in her own native tongue, caring not that Clara did not know French. It was time to squeeze that submission from Clara and finally take her back to where she belonged!

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No matter how much Clara resisted, the torture of the hold continued. After a good bit of time in the hold, even her stomach hurt from being pressed against the Baroness’s chiseled physique, but no matter what, she was not allowed to pull away, not allowed to escape the pain her spine was experiencing… except by giving up.

Immediately as she thought that, Clara looked up. As her vision darkened, she could still see Kay looking down at her, screaming at the Baroness…and trying to motivate her on…

…but Clara simply had no fight left in her. Baroness allowed Clara a bit of air, but only to prolong the torture…for the moment, it seemed like there was no escape…right up until a massive “Snap” sounded across the arena.

Immediately, the pressure of the hold was gone, and Clara fell to her feet:

”AAAAAAGH!!!”

Only to fall down on the floor, lying down. Her earlier adrenaline rush faded, and her spine still felt like it’s been dusted into powder. Simply standing up earlier hurt… even moving her limbs brought pain to the Brit… no matter how much Clara wanted to get up, her body was simply not letting her get up…

…and Stephanie knew it. Clara looked at her archenemy with frightened gaze as she slowly made her way towards her…but Clara had no strength left to drag herself away. The Baroness’s legs would loop around her body once more, for a different type of Bodyscissors!

Clara opened her mouth…but she couldn’t scream by this point. Her throat felt roar as the Baroness squeezed her, trying to finally get the British woman to submit to her…

Tears formed on Clara’s eyes. She looked up…but the cage was barely visible in-between tears. As Baroness spoke to her, Clara mouth opened, trying to cough out…as she felt liquid drip out of her mouth…and down to her chest, Clara realizing that the situation was repeating…Baroness’s torturous holds forced her to cough up blood once more…

[thesteedman]

The Baronness almost shivered in delight, witnessing the despair upon Clara. Tears were beginning to roll from her eyes, as her bare legs slowly coiled tighter, forcing a quiet and breathless moan from her prey. Such was the villainess’ control and ability that she found the perfect amount of pressure to keep Clara from passing out this time, simply squeezing her devastated body, looking with longing eyes as she witnessed Clara’s perfect form writhe and strain within the oppressing constriction. There was little energy within Clara, and that fierce determination had been squeezed from her spirit. Her moral was broken, finding herself caught between the dangerous thighs of the Baroness for the second time, and all hope was now fleeting.

It was a repeat of last time the two fought, as blood began to trickle from the side of her lip down her jaw, no doubt internal damage once more being inflicted. The Baroness clinched her hold just a little more, feeling Clara’s lower back crick and creak as it was put through terrible strain, testing her very form to its limits. She would not last for long now, and each time her lips parted, the Baroness felt this would be when she would give up. Not just yet though… and in truth she preferred it that way, wanting to experience this moment for as long as possible.

“Clara. Clara… it’s alright. I’m right here. I’m waiting for you” A voice came from above. The Baroness shook her head, knowing Drifter was just above, in perfect view for Clara to witness within the cage if she could see beyond the blurred vision of her own tears.
“Look at me Clara, I’m right here. I know it hurts, I know. I know you want it to end… but believe me when I say this Clara… you’ve got this. You had it right from the start!” Drifter whispered in a soothing manner, managing a weak but beautiful smile.
“I know you don’t realise it yet… but you’ve already won this match. You made sure of that when you got the Baroness to agree to a verbal submission match…” Drifter would explain, her smile growing. The words made the Baroness snort in an amused manner, looking upon the almost defeated Clara between her legs, before she squeezed her core just a little deeper, looking to force more despair upon her captive.

“Think about it Clara… What is something I never do when I’m in your situation?” Drifter would ask rhetorically, aware that Clara knew that Drifter had never tapped out of verbally submitted in her entire LAW career. She was one of a select few wrestlers who held such an honour.
“You know me… and guess what… I know you too. I would never give up… if our roles were reversed you know I’d never give up on you… which means you never give up either, you know why? Because you are better than me. You are better than the Baroness… you’re the best wrestler I know and nothing ever keeps you down for long! The pain you are going through right now… it will be nothing in the next couple of minutes, just another obstacle you surpassed, an afterthought to when you and I will be celebrating your victory and our freedom. The Baroness can’t beat you because you know you’ll never give up no matter how bad it gets… she can’t best you, not this time… and I think she knows it. So do what you know you have to do, whatever it takes… and I’ll be giving you the biggest hug and the sloppiest kiss I’ve ever given you the moment you get me down and out of this… that sound good? I love you Clara.” Kay spoke in earnest, truly believing her words to be fact as her smile grew despite watching her lover being crushed brutally.

The Baroness shook her head.
”There will be no such nonsense when you two work for me. I am done with this pitiful drama. It is time I ended this now.” The Baroness whispered, before grasping the back of Clara’s head. With a dark smile she brought her in close, wrapping her legs somehow tighter, amplifying the torturous hold before she locked her lips once more onto Clara’s. She initiated a suffocating kiss, allowing just enough air to keep Clara conscious, but putting her through such excruciating agony by keeping her breathless and deeply squeezed. The Baroness was done listening to Drifter, and looked to try and finally force that tap out from her prey.

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It wasn’t enough…no matter how much she tried to defeat the Baroness, it was never enough. Her first time might as well have been a fluke, basically just winning with a lucky shot. Now, thinking that she matured, thinking that she got better against her archrival…and once more, Stephanie had her at her mercy. No matter how much she tried to escape, no matter how much she pushed with her arms, twisted her body…nothing yielded a result…The situation looked so bleak, that Clara began voicing the dreaded words, words that she didn’t expect herself to say tonight…

”I-I…q…”, Clara started voicing as the ref listened for the words from the Brit’s bloodied mouth…

…and then she heard Kay’s voice.

She wiped her tears, able to hear words from up above.

And she listened carefully.

Kay was right. No matter what, the blunette wouldn’t have given up on her. Katherine Scarlet always had her back no matter what, came to her rescue no matter what…what kind of a person…what kind of a girlfriend would she be if she gave up now? What kind of a wrestler would she be if she let this be her final match?!

Kay was right. This situation, Baroness and her spine cracking holds, were nothing but obsticles for the Shadow Lord to overcome!

Stephanie, however, was none too pleased by Kay’s words, trying to push her head towards her…trying to kiss Clara once more…only for the Brit to push her teeth out…and bite Baroness’s lip!

”Never…again…”, Clara would say after releasing the bite, firmly grasping on her rival’s arm, as she expected the sudden pain to Baroness to force the bodyscissors open. The sudden rush of energy Clara felt allowed her to reverse the hold competely, trapping the Baroness in a bodyscissors of her own…

…but the crux of the Brit’s counter offense was much more important. With her arm in her grasp, Clara formed a loop with her arms while trapping Stephanie’s limb at a painful angle. Clara had trapped her hated rival in her finishing hold - Kimura Lock she titled Acnologia!

[thesteedman]

She almost heard those words... those simple words that would have signalled surrender from Clara Gaster and began what would have no doubt been a beautiful year in which she and her lover Katherine Scarlett would join the ranks of her maids. The concept of having both ladies within her mansion at most hours, clad in little more than her revealing Maid outfits was certainly an exciting prospect. And here it was... all about to become reality as she could hear the words as a mere whisper lingering upon Clara's lips. Those deadly legs of the Baroness' had dug deep into her waist, squeezing her a few sizes smaller from the looks of things, with Clara's midriff so strained and tensed it looked like her body might burst under the pressure.

But then Kay started talking... and something began to happen. Something the Baroness had seen before, all the way back when the two first faced each other. Clara was rallying under Kay's motivations, prompting the Baroness to take action into her own hands. In truth, had she have remained calm and collected, perhaps she would have been fine... all she had to do was lean back, and just keep on squeezing her alluring prey. Sensing danger though, the Baroness moved without thinking, looking to quash any rally and put an end to this match. She forced a kiss upon Clara's lips, looking to silence her, leave her breathless and gasping for air and submission. This however, would actually play into Clara's hands, as now up close, Clara would lean into the embrace, despite how much it pained her enduring the long squeeze around her slender frame.

It gave her a chance to lock an arm around the Baroness, managing to capture one of her own! A bite upon the Baroness' lip would make her wince, as she pulled back before any real damage was done... or at least she tried too. All of a sudden her arm was twisted at an awkward angle, prompting the Baroness to shift her form to relieve the sudden searing pain. It was one domino beginning to collapse into another, as her movements left a brief moment of reprieve for Clara, as she had to shift her scissor hold upon her to better move against the Armbar towards freedom... but Clara took the chance, waiting for it, banking on it to finally break her crushed form from between the constricting thighs of her tormentor.

The crowd began to gasp as Clara moved with perfection, pre-empting much of what was going on an acting accordingly, putting her well known wrestling skills to use. No longer was Clara running purely on emotion, but thinking and acting like a wrestler, using opportunity and experience. The Baroness looked to twist away, but now she was the one telegraphing, and Clara was quick to change the tide of the struggle, wrapping herself around the Baroness, capturing her waist in a strong bodyscissors before she doubled down upon the armbar. The Baroness hissed in pain, finding herself more trapped when she had done all she could to try and break free. Clara locked in the Kimura Lock to perfection... and she showed no mercy as she began to crank Baroness' arm in a manner in which it was not designed.

Any movement only served to further Clara's lock, as the Baroness shouted out in agony. Clara was relentless, bending her arm further beyond what the French Tyrant's joints would allow. If it carried on her arm would break... something the Baroness was willing to work with in truth. She was all too aware that this must have taken everything Clara had left. If her arm broke, the Baroness could lift herself and slam Clara... wrap around her and finish her off... Despite the agonising pain, the Baroness contemplated this... but the end result would still be uncertain, except that the Baroness' arm would be broken. The ramifications beyond that would mean the Baroness would have to take several weeks off to recover, and the notion of not being able to wrestle began to far outweigh her pride in this match.

Shouting out in frustration, the Baroness knew she was in a bad position as she tried to rise with Clara wrapped around her! If she could just shake her off now... Using pain and anger to fuel her motions, the Baroness would hoist the lightweight upwards, before jumping and slamming her downwards towards the centre of the ring in an attempt to shift her and be done with this attempt at a comeback!

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Suddenly, it was simple clarity in Clara’s mind. The Baroness was just another opponent she needed to defeat…yes, she was hurting, but, for just this moment, it wasn’t anything worse than the hurt she experienced in every other match. Clara kept the Kimura Lock firm, bending the Frenchwoman’s arm at a painful angle…but not going past that…

”…for now…”, she thought.

…and then…the Baroness began to rise:

”No…no!”

Clara panicked, as the Baroness’s showcased why she was so feared…why she was, in spite of frequently seeing assistance from her maids, one of the most powerful women in LAW! Stephanie Renaud rose to her feet, Clara hanging on. For a moment…just a moment, Clara contemplated pushing the trapped limb past it’s breaking point…before she could decide, however, the Baroness slammed Clara into the canvas!

”GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!”

Once again her spine took damage…but Clara grit her teeth. The Shadow Lord didn’t let go of her hold!

”NO! YOU ARE NOT ESCAPING THIS!!!”

Anger once again clouded her mind…Clara bent the limb further…one more small move and…

”…I’ll break it…”

There was coldness to Clara’s voice. She couldn’t even believe that that came out of her mouth. Despite being one of the most well known technical wrestlers in the company, none of her holds ever resulted in a long term injury. And this same woman now threatened her archnemesis, woman who made her last year a living hell, the woman who hurt her sister and threatened to keep her and her girlfriend trapped for the next year of her existance…a humiliation so big, she already expected to quit wrestling by the time that period was done.

”…for everything you did to me…I am giving you one last try. Quit now. Do not touch my girlfriend…do not touch any of my friends…or I WILL break your fucking arm…”

The terms were set…

“…were they enough?”, Clara thought to herself…

[thesteedman]

The slam was hard, shaking Clara to her core and inflicting more hurt upon her already worn down spine. Yet Clara knew she did not have a choice in the matter, letting go of the Baroness was simply not an option at this point. Despite all the pain, despite all the agony, she clung on, her legs remaining locked around the Baroness' waist, her armbar clinched in tightly, and then beyond! The Baroness roared out in pain, her slam not bringing her ambitions to fruition as Clara only clung onto her tighter. She was about to rise again, looking to repeat the process, going through the motions of whatever it took to remove this woman from her form so she could go back to breaking her body once more!

The second time she tried to rise though, was when Clara threatened her with a whisper, bringing her fears to truth. It was a simple threat, but one that would leave the Baroness out of action for longer than she would ever dare to dread. As much as she wanted to keep Clara and Kay within her captivity, the motion of not being able to crush her prey for several weeks whilst her arm recovered was something she simply could not afford. She shouted in agony as Clara cranked her arm, threatening to make good on her promise as the Baroness' limb was already being stretched and bent beyond its natural capacity. Any more pressure and her arm would break, and potentially her shoulder would dislocate to add. The next shout was more of frustration and rage then pain, as the tone of Clara's voice held no lie. She was serious... the normally tame lightweight who was so merciful would not spare the Baroness the same honour after all she had put her through.

Even now, despite all the pain, despite the struggle, a small agonised laughter slipped from the Baroness, as she looked down to particularly nowhere.
"I believe... I can still take you... even with a broken arm." The Baroness hissed through gritting teeth, taking a few deep breaths as it was hard to think straight through the pain.
"You have nothing left. I heard you whisper when I was strangling the life from your body... you... were ready to submit to me. You break my arm... then what? You have nothing left to fight with... I still have my legs... my other arm... and my ambition..." The Baroness threatened despite Clara pressing her limb a little beyond its limits. She grimaced and gasped out... before giggling in that frightening fashion that she did.
"... I do confess though... I find the concept of being side-lined afterwards.... for several weeks to be a deplorable future... not when there are so many wrestlers I need to break....... ... as much as I want you... it's... not... worth it." The Baroness grimaced in agony, before she turned to Clara, her expression awash with a determination.

"Enjoy the year Clara... Enjoy every day of it... it will not last forever..." The Baroness would warn, all but signalling that a decision had been made. The pain by now was becoming too much, and the notion of Clara breaking her arm at any moment was one the Baroness did not want to see pass. It was then she would turn towards the referee, a look of anger upon her features.
"I submit..." The Baroness would speak out, loud and clear enough for the referee to hear.

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Clara maintained the hold, no matter how much she was hurting, no matter how long the Baroness was surviving. She was still doubting herself about breaking Stephanie’s arm. This wouldn’t be a permanent injury… but it would still set Baroness back in her career for a month or two… and a bit of rehab after that…everything the Baroness could easily afford… while Clara herself couldn’t afford to let Baroness escape her… not after everything she did to her… not with everything she still wanted to do to her if she lost the match.

After pained moans and cries, Baroness started talking. Clara believed her, believed that the Baroness could still fight on her level even with a broken arm… for a moment, Clara’s heart skipped a bit. Not only would the Brit break her moral code… but with how hurt her body was, she would still have to fight against Stephanie Renaud…

…ultimately, however, the potential sideline was what drove Stephanie to finally lose the match. She agreed to give Clara her year… agreed to release Kay… agreed to give up.

DING DING DING!

…and in spite of the bell ringing, Clara kept the hold on:

“Ms. Gaster…”, the ref wanted to admonish the Brit, requesting her to release the hold.

Clara breathed in, then out…she still couldn’t believe that this was over… the match… their feud (at least for now)… Baroness trying to break Clara… all of that was over.

Slowly, she released Baroness from her torment, releasing her arm and bodyscissors…

And just laid down, tears flowing down her face. Her body felt like it was on fire…but she was unable to move a muscle. Despite that, she was fully awake. Though victorious, Clara would not be able to get back up to her feet to celebrate the fact that she won her Apex match…

”Kay…”

[thesteedman]

The Baroness cursed within her native language, when Clara reluctantly released her, no doubt fearing some form of retribution. Despite wanting to break Clara in half for managing to pull off such a comeback, it would not be the case. The Baroness favoured her arm, and slunk away with a pained expression. A deal was a deal at the end of the day, and the Baroness had lost this bet. The Baroness had already attacked Clara once after a victory, to do so again would simply be childish on her part. Clara had earned this, and even the Baroness could not soil this moment for her. The ref tried to check on her, seeing how badly her arm had been distorted and twisted, but the Baroness merely shoved her away, making her exit in discreet fashion. As much as she hated it all... she would honour her side, officially signing documentation to release Kay from her custody and drop all charges against her.

Leaving with little notice for the Baroness was an easy task to perform, as the crowd erupted with celebrations, their entire focus upon Clara who simply lay in the ring, having spent everything just to not only survive the Apex Finals match against the Baroness, but go on and win it.
"C'mon... c'mon... c'mon c'mon!" Katherine Scarlett impatiently whispered, when she felt the cage finally being lowered. Having been forced to wear a Maid outfit for this event by the Baroness, Kay had stripped all those items away, leaving her in a sports bra and gym like pants that hugged her form. She did not care how exposed she was right now as Clara had been forced to don a bikini as was the stipulations from the twisted French Tyrant. The moment the care door was unlocked by a referee did Kay push right through that steel barred door, rushing and sliding straight to Clara.

She grasped at her, pulling her upper body to lean against her own form whilst she was flat upon her knees. She simply clutched Clara, holding her lovingly, burying her face against the side of her own. She felt her own eyes blur as she had to fight back the tears, squeezing Clara by her shoulders.
"I never doubted you... not even for a single second..." Kay whispered, before she pulled Clara in for a deep and loving kiss upon her lips. The sight of the two ladies being reunited brought more volume from the Newcastle crowd, feeling relief that Clara had won the day and that the Baroness would not get her way. The chance of winning the Open Weight Championship felt like nothing more than an afterthought. The real prize being the freedom of Katherine Scarlett, and her own from the clutches of the Baroness. Their rivalry had been long and hard, torturous even. It was hard to comprehend that it was all finally over!

"I know its late but... Merry Christmas Clara Gaster. I love you so much." Kay whispered, her voice breaking ever so slightly as she could not help but giggle in absolute joy.