Veyle Ombroso vs Allie Lee: Talk Shit Get Hit

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"Are you seriously this pathetic?" Veyle answered when Allie asked if she was done. She had been expecting to crush the streamer, yes. But the fact that Veyle could already feel the will to fight and resist leaving Allie was just disappointing. "I thought that with how much you ran your mouth, there had to at least be something worthwhile about you to back it up. But I guess not."

Obviously, Veyle was far from done. Even if she was feeling merciful, which was not the case in the slightest, this was still the first round. No matter what, the Italian had to beat the American three times before this was over. Though Veyle supposed that she could at least finish off the knockout that she had been dragging out for a bit. Though not with a Breast Smother, no, the sadist had something even more humiliating in mind.

Veyle would get off of Allie to grab the blonde's bikini top from beside her, which she would then use to tie up its owner's arms by the wrists. The monochrome haired wrestler needed her arms free for her attack, so this would have to do in order to keep Allie restrained. Once that was settled, Veyle would climb back on top of the streamer, "Now the real fun begins."

Veyle would lay herself almost flat atop Allie, lowering her face down until she could engage with the American in a passionate kiss. But it was a kiss of death, as one of Veyle's hands would reach up and pinch shut Allie's nose, cutting off her only source of air. The Italian's other hand would be at Allie's chest, squeezing and groping it to further stimulate the streamer.

Then with her leg, Veyle would begin rubbing between Allie's legs, using her thigh to go up and down against the loudmouthed blonde's pussy. Veyle was suffocating Allie as she sexually stimulated her three different ways. The red-eyed demon wasn't just trying to knock the American out, she was trying to make her pass out in a puddle of her own fluids.

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When Veyle leaned back from her, Allie could only fall limp against the mat, panting and gasping. Her eyes had glazed over, and her face was red and traced with sweat. Her chest rose and fell with a few labored gasps as she tried to draw the air back into her lungs, knowing that she surely only had a brief window of time before Veyle struck again. Her head was spinning, but she knew one thing for sure - Veyle was a danger that she couldn't neglect.

However, as the Italian got another taunt in edgewise, Allison froze, blushing a little hotter. Her breaths slowed in shock as a cold feeling ran through her spine. Veyle, she realized, wasn't just enjoying how easily she could trounce her - she was, if anything, disappointed that Allie couldn't put up more of a fight. She was making the Floridian out to be the most pathetic, helpless thing on the face of the planet. It was at that moment that some level of survival instinct, however deeply it might've been buried, came back to the surface. Allie stiffened; her eyes narrowed in a glare, and her muscles tensed as she grit her teeth in frustration. She was better than this! Well, barely - but she still couldn't stand to be shown up like this. She couldn't let herself be pushed around like it meant nothing. She was going to carve out a space for herself as a wrestler, after all - what good would it do if she went into her debut as a total embarrassment that even her opponents were ashamed of? No, Allie needed to fight it still. She might not have stood a chance, but she could still go down fighting!

"I...rrgh...well, just you wait-!" Allie snapped. Some level of fight was returning to her, even if it was just out of desperation. But everyone already knew it couldn't possibly be enough. As she felt Veyle tie her hands together with her top, Allie tried to twist and turn, fighting against the restraints. "S-Stop it-!" But it was too little, too late. Allie's strength had been drained too far for her to make much a difference, and she had already given Veyle the perfect place to launch her attack from. Veyle, as it turned out, was about to take full advantage of that.

When Veyle lay on top of her, Allie bit her lip, trying to turn aside. She didn't even want to look Veyle in the eye, she thought - she wouldn't give her the dignity of knowing she had bested her. But suddenly, her train of thought was brought to a screeching halt when Veyle planted a kiss right on her lips! At that, Allie's eyes went wide, staring a piercing stare back at her opponent as her body went rigid. Veyle's tactics had taken her completely off-guard...but now, she knew exactly how much danger she was in. Now, Veyle was moving in for the kill...and there was nothing she could do about it.

Veyle proceeded to hold off Allie's nose, and at once, the blonde could feel all the air in her system come to a halt. Still struggling to resist, she tried to twist and turn, fighting to wriggle her way free of her opponent's clutches. But Veyle wouldn't budge - she would only start grabbing at Allie's breast, causing her cheeks to flush even hotter. Yet, no matter how embarrassed Allie became, or how defiant she was, she couldn't stop the inevitable. Her strength had already been sapped, and with Veyle holding off her airways it was draining away even faster. She had no hope of breaking her foe's hold on her now.

And when Veyle started rubbing her thigh between Allie's legs, things would only get worse! Her hips began to twist and buck as her body lurched about involuntarily. She could feel a wave of heat shoot through her as her whole body tingled, and as her heart quickened, her lungs began to work even harder - but the air had nowhere to go! She wanted to moan from the overwhelming sensation, but everything that came out of her mouth could only be swallowed up by Veyle's! Now, every push and prod at her breast seemed to be amplified tenfold by the pressure against her groin. Before long, Allie was tingling from head to toe. She began to writhe about in ecstasy, but she could barely budge when Veyle was pressing down on her!

Unable to bear the burden, her eyes squeezed shut. Allie knew that her climax was fast approaching. Her body stiffened; her thighs clamped around Veyle's own, but it wouldn't do anything to stop her. Her head was spinning from lack of air, and everything was hazy. Before long, with Veyle grinding faster and harder, Allie couldn't take it any more. "M-MMMMMRFFFFF!!!" Her moan was almost loud enough to break through the lip-lock she was in. That overload of sensation shot through her, causing her hips to buck and her body to twist and turn in the throes of pleasure - just before it would all be suddenly brought to a halt when she fell slack and dropped against the mat. The roils of her body had used up the last strength Allie had in her!

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It's almost like fighting a practice dummy with how little she fights back, Veyle thought as she carried on with her sexual suffocation of Allie. The hardest part was getting a consistent good rub with her thigh against the blonde's crotch, since it was just a lump of her flesh rather than an appendage of her body that she held a fine control over.

But such a measly obstacle was far from anything that could stop Veyle. She worked Allie's body with such talent that she looked as though she couldn't resist enjoying it despite understanding her predicament. Then again, it's not like she can resist much of anything, Veyle thought as she took her own pleasure from the dominance of her position.

It ended in a simple, quick succession. Allie's body bucked and convulsed beneath Veyle as the sadist felt wetness on her thigh, and then she was limp on the mat. Veyle slowly lifted her head as the bell rang to signal her victory in the first round, a long trail of Allie's saliva running from her lip. With nothing to stop her, the malicious wrestler would grab the streamer's unconscious form and leave her face down in her own mess before moving her way towards the main camera.

"What can I say? I expected to crush her, and she still falls short of my expectations," Veyle said. "Then again, I guess this shouldn't be too surprising. I am a professional wrestler, and Allie-chan over there isn't even a professional talker." Veyle gave a knowing smirk before continuing, "A pro talker knows when to shut up!" Veyle then leaned over the rope, her bare bust still a sight for the camera despite its modest size. "Any of you at home have any ideas to make this more interesting? I can keep beating on her until I get bored, but. . . if Allie can't fight back, then that might happen sooner than I planned on if nothing can make it more exciting. Hehe, maybe I could find a Make a Wish kid and sub them in for me. At least then it might be comedically one-sided instead of put me to sleep one-sided. But I'm looking at the chat if anybody has another idea." Veyle may take something from the viewers, she may not. Depends on if one of them can come up with anything that tickles the torturer's fancy.

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It had almost been a mercy that Allie was buried as deep as she was in Veyle's chest - when the Italian finally managed to wring an explosive climax out of her, seizing her first victory so early into the match and at the expense of Allie's dignity, she passed out so quickly between the stifling force of the smother and the energy she had used up in the throes of her orgasm that she didn't have time to sit around and think of how humbled she was. That would have to come later, when Allie reviewed the tape and saw just how many of her fans were drooling over the moment of her undoing. For now, though, she was out cold, her eyes rolled back into her head as her jaw lolled open and her tongue dangled limp against the mat - and Veyle would soon quite literally rub her face in what had just happened when she ground her head into the damp canvas, something that Allie had no way of stopping.

Still, when Allison was putting up so little of a fight, Veyle found the whole experience to be almost too easy. She was used to competing against trained wrestlers, after all - and Allie simply was not that. Despite what she had pledged to Chiaki, she was far from actually putting her plans of taking to the ring into action. There were still two falls to go, and if Allie was going to go down this easily, it almost seemed as though Veyle wouldn't have time to do everything she wanted to do to the girl. So she saw fit to take a page out of the streamer's book - and turned to the chat for suggestions!

The viewers chimed in with a few ideas. Some of them were a bit uninspired, like having Veyle finish the job and strip Allie naked - it didn't seem like it would answer Veyle's question much, but mainly they just really wanted to see that. Other suggestions called back to her match with Chiaki, proposing having Veyle be blindfolded, or to tie her arm behind her back to prove that she literally could beat Allie under such a handicap. However, all the while, the blonde was slowly drifting back to her senses - behind Veyle, her body began to stir, her shoulders rising and falling with each breath she took. And at last, Allie finally found the strength to lift her head. Her eyes were glazed over and half-lidded, staring out blankly into space. That was, until she saw what Veyle was doing - and that was enough to stir a spark of life back into her!

Veyle, she realized, was stealing her spotlight! Taking over her stream! She had been doing this the whole time, of course - but if she was looking to turn Allie's own viewers against her, and usurp her role as host, that was a new low, and one Allie couldn't tolerate! Her teeth clenching in a scowl, Allison began to push herself back up onto all fours. It was as though she was re-invigorated through her rage. What she knew was that she couldn't stand to let Veyle rip control away from her. That anger was pushing her forward, motivating her to do something about it. And that was just what Allie was out to do.

"HEY!! You can't just say that, that's my chat!" the Floridian snapped. At just the same time, she sprung to her feet and took off toward Veyle in a charge. As she got close, she would throw herself at her opponent, attempting her to tackle her to the mat with a less-than-well-executed spear!

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Most of the suggestions Veyle got from Allie's chat were rather uninspired. Horny idiot fans for a horny idiot streamer, I suppose, thought the sadist before one suggestion did catch her eye as she was about to give up. "Tie my arm behind my back," she read. Still not the most creative suggestion in the world, but the Italian found herself curious as to what she could do to Allie under that circumstance.

Allie woke up around this time, and it seemed like there wasn't going to be much of a formal stop and start between rounds. Fine with Veyle, didn't seem that important. The streamer charged in, launching her body forward at the ruby-eyed wrestler. Though in her anger and mental fogginess from having just awoken, Allie seemed to forget that her hands were still tied by her own bikini. Meaning that she couldn't lead her spear with her attack with her arms in order to protect it or disrupt Veyle before impact. Something she would soon sorely regret.

Veyle would take a small step forward and firmly plant her foot on the ground before shooting her other knee up to intercept Allie, smashing her square in the forehead. The sadist fully expected her to drop like a sack of rocks from the impact for a second KO and probably a concussion to go with it considering Allie's speed and the force Veyle had put into her strike. Though of course, a second KO wouldn't count as a round win, but it would give Veyle plenty of time.

Veyle would untie Allie's bikini from around the blonde's wrists and hand it to the ref. "If you could be a dear," she said as she lifted her arms up, putting both hands behind her head. "The message only said one arm, but I think our little streamer here needs a bit more than that." The Italian dropped one of her hips while going up on her toes with her opposite leg, striking a sexy pose for the audience in conjunction with her arms as the referee tied them up. Wrapping the bikini string not just around Veyle's wrists, but her head as well, making it so that she would be held in this arms up pose.

"Why thank you, it's nice to know that there actually are two competent people in this ring," Veyle said, her display of manners and gratitude towards the referee only being done to give her another avenue to mock Allie. "Well, I suppose I should wake her up," the monochrome wrestler said as she walked to Allie, lightly stepping on the streamer's cheek with the ball of her foot, pushing, prodding, and tapping at Allie's face to try to rouse her.

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Allison had only just now woken up from a daze, and the world around her was spinning. But the first thing she could see, upon blinking the sleep out of her eyes, was that Veyle was standing in front of the cameras and showboating to assert her dominance, and that was more than enough to fill her with a burning rage. She couldn't just stand by and let this happen - this was her stream, and she needed to step up to take control of it! But the rage was clouding her vision just as much as her fatigue was. In the haze she'd sunken into, Allie had forgotten that her hands were still tied. She didn't realize what was truly happening until she was already in mid-flight, throwing herself straight toward Veyle - she tried to thrust her arms in front of her, only to find that they wouldn't budge.

"...Eh?" Allie looked behind her, trying to get her bearings. She tried to pull a little at her tied wrists, hoping to work them free, but by then it was too late. A moment later, she looked back at Veyle...right on time to see Veyle's knee come flying straight at her, hitting her in the center of the head!

With a loud crack, Allie's head snapped backward. She dropped to the mat; her body was dead weight, and she flopped right onto her face, lying there limp and motionless. Her shoulders and back rose and fell with slow and shallow breaths, but she was all but motionless. She certainly wouldn't do anything to stop it as Veyle untied her top from behind her back, letting her arms flop at her sides. But Veyle had an idea of her own - and with the ref's help, she managed to tie her own arms behind her head, keeping them in place as she thrust her chest out.

There were plenty of cheers in the chat - Veyle, it seemed, was relishing in the thought of beating Allie at her own game, not only dominating her in the ring, but outdoing her when it came to putting on a sexy show, which everyone knew was Allie's motive deep down whether she wanted to admit it or not. If Allie was more lucid at the moment, she surely wouldn't approve. But when her head was rattled from the impact it had just taken, she wouldn't come to until a moment later - when Veyle started tapping her in the head.

"Mmrff..?" Slowly, Allie began to flutter back to reality. She blinked a couple of times to try and clear the blur from her eyes - but when she looked up to see Veyle posing triumphantly before her, those eyes narrowed into a glare. Was she mocking her? "What are you doing-!?" Allie snapped, rolling over onto her back. As she did, she felt her arms fall at her sides - wait, did that mean her arms were free now? Shit, she could use this!

Quickly jumping back to her feet, Allie slung her arm in front of her, aiming a slap across Veyle's cheek. It wasn't a very coordinated or dignified move, but it was the best thing she could think of right now!

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"Well, one of your fans suggested I fight you with an arm tied behind my back to make this more interesting," Veyle said, looking down at Allie. "But still having one arm didn't feel like enough, so I tied both behind my head." The Italian then rolled her eyes as she saw the streamer's realization that her hands were free. "Yes, yes, I don't think any handicap would be enough to make this interesting if you had your hands tied."

When Allie popped up and swung, Veyle was able to weave back and evade it without issue. She did find that her hands being tied above her head made balance slightly more tricky, but she managed. Allie, on the other hand, with her likely head injury and disregard for proper form in favor of speed, was stumbling wildly after she whiffed. Something the sadist was all too happy to exploit.

Veyle would start with a Sparta kick straight into Allie's belly to double her over, then hop up with her other leg and drive it straight up between the blonde's legs as she landed on her first kicking foot to bring Allie to her knees. Then Veyle would swing her still raised leg up and over until she could bring it down on the back of the American's head, slamming her face first into the mat.

Veyle would continue to step on Allie for a few seconds, grinding her foot into her skull as she laughed, "Shit, you're pathetic!" Eventually the Italian would do a little hop up and then come straight down, butt-first onto the back of Allie's head and neck. Then she'd settle on her seat with one leg over the other, reaching her extended leg to the blonde's butt, smacking it a few times before beginning to grope it with her toes. "You know what we should do?" said Veyle. "We should get whatever bimbo your chat was saying you fought before to to team up with you against me! Then once we're all in the ring, we'll see how long it takes for me to have her licking my pussy while you eat my ass! Hahahahaha!"

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Sure enough, Veyle confirmed Allie's suspicions. She really was mocking her - she was convinced that she could, in fact, beat Allie with not one, but both arms tied behind her back, and she was challenging herself to do just that! Worse yet, she didn't even seem to be breaking a sweat in doing so - and her own fans were helping her do this! Allie's teeth clenched, and her fists balled at her sides, coiled so tight that her nails were digging into the palms of her hands. Allie wanted to set herself up as the next big sensation in wrestling, but how was she going to do that when Veyle was wrestling circles around her and making it look easy? When she threw that slap at Veyle's face, it was backed up by nothing less than her single-minded desire to shut her opponent up!

But even if Allie was spurred on by her burning rage, she still didn't have anything approaching the training of a proper wrestler. As she threw a slap toward Veyle's face, the Italian simply swerved back out of its way. The Floridian's eyes widened as she felt herself skid to a halt, realizing now that she was wide open. And she would realize a moment later - a moment too late - that she was off her balance, too, when Veyle swung a kick into her gut!

"GAAAKHPFFF-!!" All the air was driven out of Allie's lungs as she doubled over forward. Her bare breasts heaved, and she let out a wheeze as she crumpled against the force of the impact. It would only get worse when Veyle followed that up with a swift kick between her legs, landing with enough force to cause her to jump up a few inches off the ground with a pained scream. When she sank to her knees a moment later, her face was contorted in pain; all she could do was whimper and groan as she rubbed at her crotch to try and dull the soreness. Allie was so absorbed in nursing the pain that she wasn't even watching what Veyle was doing next. And she wouldn't even see it coming when Veyle slammed her heel into the back of her head, causing her to fall flat on her face!

It might have been an embarrassing display for Allie, but it was certainly a spectacle for Veyle. She was unleashing a perfectly choreographed series of blows, and all without using her arms! Even some of Allie's most die-hard supporters couldn't help but hype Veyle up in the chat - something that would've infuriated the blonde, were she actually paying attention to the replay. But she couldn't do that, considering her head was being pressed down into the canvas under the sole of Veyle's foot. She hissed in pain - and when Veyle flopped down on top of her a moment later, she threw her head back with another scream, her whole body reeling from the impact! Pinned down beneath Veyle's body, Allison couldn't even move. She was a hapless plaything for Veyle to do whatever she wanted with!

"N-Nngh..." Her cheeks flushed and she grit her teeth, trying to focus through the haze of humiliation and pain that enveloped her. "Don't...don't talk about Chi-chan like that-!! She could beat you any time!!" Allie, evidently, hadn't considered that Chiaki had a reputation as a jobber that she hadn't really shown much of a desire to shake off; even when she herself had underestimated her based on that fact in their match, now she had come back around to thinking Chiaki could handle anything, seeing as how she had beaten her. Anything so as not to take the blame for her lack of preparation...no matter how much the universe was showing the contrary.

Even through Veyle's beatdown on Allison, the requests were still coming. One viewer proposed that Veyle could tie Allie up in the ropes; another proposed using her breasts as a punching bag, and another suggested she could choke her out just for fun, seeing as Veyle had already scored the knockout requirement. No one was really even looking to handicap Veyle any more - they were just throwing out suggestions on how to make Allie's defeat as humiliating as possible!

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Veyle could hardly believe what was coming out of Allie's mouth. Rationally, it was a level of stupidity that should probably be attributed to the multiple powerful blows the blonde had taken to the head in quick succession during the match. But Veyle's opinion of Allie was low enough that she figured the blonde would probably say this while fully lucid as well.

"You do remember that you're in this mess because your mouth wrote checks that your body and so-called skill couldn't match, right?" Veyle said. "Are you really going to be so quick to start having your mouth write checks on other peoples behalf? Your friend's behalf, I might add."

Veyle got up, and went back over to see if the chat had given her anything else good, but wasn't impressed. "You do realize that I can't exactly punch or tie her up when I myself am tied up at the moment," she said as she turned her back to the camera before giving a light tug against her restraints. "I hope you weren't trying to spare your streamer, because I'll certainly come up with something much worse."

Veyle thought for a moment. She figured Allie probably wouldn't be able to meaningfully move for a bit, so she decided to go for something with a bit of setup. The Italian ran to the ropes Allie's head was currently facing, rebounded off, and ran past the blonde. Then Veyle rebounded off the opposite ropes before finally coming in on Allie with a Penalty Kick right into her pussy. Then the sadist would turn the streamer onto her back and sit down with her crotch right in Allie's face, "Now, starting worshipping my crotch unless you want me to keep pounding your pussy until you can never be a mother."

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When Allie looked up at Veyle, she hissed at her through a set of teeth that were clenched in a tight grimace. Not only was the Italian mocking her, she had to draw her friends into this as well - and Allie wasn't about to stand for that! Even if she knew full well that Veyle eclipsed her when it came to her in-ring capabilities - a fact she had aptly demonstrated in this match alone - Allie was starting to look past that. As terrifying as Veyle was, she had also pissed her off. And when Allison had her ego to look after, she was no one to tolerate being teased like this.

Luckily for her, it was at that point that Veyle got off of her to check the chat. Allie's body was still reeling from the punishment she had taken. Her muscles were sore and heavy, and she took slow and shallow breaths. But Veyle's weight had just been lifted off of her, and now the air was coming back to her lungs. When she lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder, she could see that Veyle had her back turned to her. And with her arms tied behind her, she was wide open! It seemed she was too distracted with the chat, which was now trying to explain that they meant for Veyle to do those things after she untied her arms, to notice what the Floridian would do next. Slowly, a smile began to return to the Floridian's tired face. Even if the whole world seemed to be spinning around her, Allie could use this.

She propped her elbows up on the mat, then started to push herself higher...only to see Veyle take off from one side of the ring to the other, passing just by her side. She paused, blinking a few times in confusion. What was she trying to do now, she thought to herself? That question would be answered a moment later - when Veyle lashed out with a kick that caught her right between the legs!

"GAAH-!!" As she let out a pained squeal, Allie's hips bucked up into the air, and she dropped onto her face. Her teeth ground tighter in a wince. The pain wracked her whole body from head to toe; she felt numb all over, and everything froze up. Allie was still whimpering with tears of pain welling up in her eyes as Veyle rolled her onto her back - but she would soon be reminded of her reality when her opponent dropped down on top of her, planting her groin on the streamer's face!

"Mmf..?" Any noise Allie could have made was muffled against Veyle's crotch. But Veyle had still made her point, and Allie understood it loud and clear. Veyle's words sent a chill through her body, and at once, her struggles ceased. Looking up at her foe with wide eyes, she nodded her head just a little, as much as she could under her circumstances. Her cheeks flushed hot at the thought of it, but Allie couldn't deny that Veyle was perfectly well capable of doing terrifying things to her if she didn't comply. No matter how embarrassing it might have been...Allie knew what she had to do to save herself.

Squeezing her eyes shut tight and turning away so as not to face reality, Allie nonetheless began to run her lips and tongue along Veyle's groin, caressing the contours of her body. The thought that she was doing this - and on camera to all her fans, no less - made her skin crawl; her face flushed hotter beneath her opponent's thighs. But she knew she had to do it - the alternative was worse. She just hoped that Veyle wouldn't make this weird...