One rose, one crown, one submission - Victoria Rose vs. Gabriel Vinlee [freestyle match]

[Victoria]

The moment Gabriel’s powerful legs released their grip around Victoria’s torso, she gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling as she lay sprawled on the mat. Her muscles trembled from the strain, and her limbs felt heavy, but she was recovering quickly...at least, until she found herself trapped once again.

Before she could push herself up, Gabriel seized the opportunity. With swift precision, the blonde wrestler yanked Victoria's head back down and locked her arms in a tight hold around her legs to get a full view of the cute crotch of Victoria. Her legs flailed, helpless in the vice-like grip. The pressure made her grit her teeth, her body twisting side to side in a desperate attempt to escape.

Then came another painful maneuver.

Gabriel forced Victoria's legs apart into an uncomfortable split, testing her flexibility to the limit. Victoria wasn’t used to that kind of stretch under pressure, it sent a sharp jolt of pain through her hips, causing her to let out a strained breath. Her muscles resisted, but the positioning gave her no room to recover.
Pinned to the mat, she could hear the crowd reacting, the camera lens zooming in to capture every moment of the intense exchange. The tension in the arena was electric. The cameras girl camera filming from behind both of the wrestlers. showing her super wet and sensitive crotch, with her panties pushed a bit into her slit. She was moaning, snapping for air and hate to see the girl smirking knowing how bad her spot was right now.

"Gabriel...let me breath...I...I...nghgg...fuck...stop pointing your lens...there..nghg...stop...GABRIEL!"

Despite the pain and the mounting exhaustion, Victoria’s focus remained sharp. She didn’t know what Gabriel had planned next, but she knew one thing for sure: she couldn’t afford to stay in this hold for long. And from what happened in the last few minutes of the match...her next move was not some random move she would do to her...it was all planned...

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel had become so excited about punishing her opponent for giving up mentally that, if it hadn't been for Victoria's scream, she wouldn't have stopped.

"Huh?!" The blonde lifted her face above that bum, attentive but analysing what her opponent had just asked her to do.

Her tongue hung playfully out of her mouth, and her eyes were as wide as a puppy's that had just been called, eager to continue working on what she was doing. Of course, she soon came to her senses and understood Vicky's request. Gracefully, she smiled and rolled her tongue inward, showing off how flexible it was, then rested her chest against Victoria's backside. Smiling to prevent any complaints, she caressed Victoria's bum with her palm, then continued chatting.

"Oh, forgive me. I just got excited," she apologised.

One of her hands drew huge circles on Vicky's bum. Her other arm went down to gently wrap around her waist.

"It’s just that with… well, that matter of yours, it rather overwhelmed you, didn’t it?" Her eyes rolled from one end to the other. Her arm slyly went down to wrap around Victoria's waist as well, bending her as she hugged her. Forming an inverted bearhug into a backbreaker.

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"And I only wished to encourage you—not to yield so soon. It would be very boring if that happened..." With Victoria's chest still on the mat and her bottom up, Gabriel tightened her embrace around her abdomen, while her chest pushed Victoria's hips forward, bending her into an improvised backbreak as she leaned forward more.

"I mean, you're much stronger than you think!... and all that stuff they say..." She murmured those last parts as if she didn't want anyone to pay attention to them.

She was going to bend Victoria like a pretzel on the canvas.

"And after all, we both know, everyone knows, that a German woman does not surrender so easily, isn’t that so?"

If Gabriel carried it further, she would soon be kneeling behind Vicky, her weight pressing down upon the thighs of this beautiful brunette, bending her legs backwards. With palms braced on Vicky's knees, she would arch Victoria's back for her own pleasure, pushing playfully forward to see just how close she might bring Rose's feet to her shoulder blades.

[Victoria]

Victoria gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly the moment her opponent relented, if only briefly, from the mix of torment and twisted pleasure. The pause wasn't long, just enough for her to catch a breath and realize how desperate she’d become for one.

But the moment of relief was shattered by a cruel string of words from the blonde girl, words sharp enough to cut through Victoria's defenses. They hit her hard, mentally freezing her in place. She lay there motionless, face down, her body trembling. Her lower half was still raised vulnerably, a position that only became more punishing as Gabriel stepped back in, seizing the moment.

Without warning, he began to bend her backward, her spine arching unnaturally. The combination of degrading taunts and the sudden jolt of pain worked together like a perfectly synchronized assault, one that would have broken most women within seconds. But Victoria wasn’t most women. She gritted her teeth and pushed through, defying her own breaking point.

"ARGHGGG...FUCKKKKK!" she screams in pain:" PLEASEEEEE SOMEONE DO SOMETHING!" she begged. However nothing happened...on the contrary...the cameragirl even giggled. And the crowd loved it. Cheers from the silence they gave earlier disappeared and the roaring crowd overtuned the screams of Victoria Rose, who now was not pleased...but bend.

Yet the torment didn’t stop. Gabriel pushed further, folding her body like a contortionist’s nightmare, until it felt as though her feet might touch the back of her own head. Just when she thought it couldn’t get worse, the blonde moved in, wrapping her arms tightly around Victoria's waist in a crushing bear hug from behind. Her chest pressed firmly against Victoria’s stomach and breasts, stealing whatever breath she had left, making sure that even when the hold ended...if it ended...there’d be no air left to scream.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel was turning Victoria's body into a mancuerda. With the German woman bent over like that, screaming and begging for someone to stop this, urging anyone but herself or Gabriel, who were the only ones capable of stopping themselves, Gabriel just rolled her eyes. Indifferently, she took Rose's ankles and brought them to Rose's tailbone, closing a circle with Rose's body, and exerting her strength so that the German woman would stop begging anyone and scream for real.

The uncomfortable contortion should have been enough to finish Victoria off at this point. With that pull, the air that was still in her body must have left her lungs with the scream, and right now, she must be on the verge of fainting again. And Gabriel didn't seem to care. She had it under control.

Rose had proven to have the resilience of a sack of boiled potatoes. And Gabriel, the cruelty of a jealous woman. The visitor had been devastating to the brunette only because Victoria was running away from a real fight with her. Gabriel wanted to see what she was made of, and instead, look at this?

She tightened the bearhug backbreaker just as punishment. Victoria only needed to talk to her; they would have found a way, but the girl decided to lose her fighting spirit. And now, there was only one way out, and Gabriel already had in mind what it would be.

"All you had to do was ask," she said in a sharp tone. "I was willing to have fun with you, not merely your body." She loosened her grip only to abruptly bend Vicky's back down—Her German legs would shake from the jolt, and she might let out a muffled cry as well—meanwhile, Gabriel sat on the canvas, crossing her legs over Vicky's arms.

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"But you decided to run instead of trying. And you were meant to be the victor of that contest? Truly?"

Saying that, Gabriel finally loosened her grip and threw Victoria aside. The referee immediately rushed over to check on the local wrestler.

Gabriel, for her part...

"Take your breather, love. I think you’ll need it if you’re to keep up in this match." She finished.

She would get up gracefully, dusting off her knees and going to the ropes, where she would lean, waiting to see what happens next. She wanted to cheer Vicky on with those last words, maybe she'll succeed, because if not...

[Victoria]

Once the torment finally ceased, Victoria collapsed flat on her stomach, her breath ragged, her back feeling as though it had been shattered. Every nerve screamed in protest, but she remained conscious, gasping for air. Above the ring, the roar of the crowd surged, Gabriel’s name echoed from every corner of the arena, a wave of sound that left no doubt about where the crowd’s loyalties now lay. Even some of Victoria’s own fans had gone silent, shaken by the brutality she had just endured,some, in a stunning betrayal, even began to cheer for her opponent.

Her body lay limp, motionless for a moment, until the camera panned to the referee kneeling beside her. The official leaned in close, checking on her, asking the critical question:" Are you still able to fight or do we stop it here?!"

Victoria didn’t answer right away. Slowly, painfully, she rolled onto her side, then shifted onto her back in an attempt to breathe more easily. Her eyes fluttered open as she drew in a deep breath.

“Yes... yes... I’ll keep fighting... I will...” she whispered, each word a struggle, her voice hoarse and thin. She paused, coughing slightly, her chest heaving. “...I will not give up.”

The crowd erupted, this time, not with Gabriel’s name, but hers:" VICTORIA VICTORIA VICTORIA!" The chant swept through the arena like wildfire. She was still clearly the underdog, physically wrecked, and barely able to sit up, but her spirit had sparked something in them. It wasn’t just about domination anymore, it was about heart. And that, Victoria had in abundance.

The referee, satisfied with her answer, stood up and blew the whistle to resume the match.

Victoria, grimacing, began to push herself into a seated position. But as she swung her upper body up too quickly, pain flared sharply through her back, forcing her to pause, clutching her side and gritting her teeth.

[Hagen-Autem]

The blonde rested on the ropes, her back curving glamorously against them, while some captured her splendid profile. She rested one leg on the ropes, stretched her arms along the top rope, taking ownership of the space as if it weren't clear who owned the ring since they stepped into it. And she remained impartial to her surroundings. Impatient, yes, swinging her foot on the rope as she waited for the brunette's response. The tension was palpable, her fringe casting a shadow over her gaze, which seemed to recognise only the woman who was struggling to breathe. And while Vicky looked ready to leave with someone's help, Gabriel seemed fresh enough to welcome another fighter if there was a replacement for Victoria Rose.

Of course, there was no other replacement for the German, and the queen was just waiting to see the brunette's decision. She had no desire to meet another woman.

A smile spread across her face when Victoria announced that she would continue. That's the spirit she longs to devour! However, as soon as the referee signalled for the match to resume, Vicky took her time to separate herself from the canvas and got nothing but pain in return.

Gabriel grimaced, apparently she had gone too far with the punishment.
She pushed herself away from the ropes.

However, that doesn't change the fact that Victoria said she would continue...

The blonde swayed her hips as she approached Victoria, getting close enough for her shadow to fall over the girl's face. She looked indifferently at this cutie, then stood in front of her head, legs apart, her hands on her hips, and looking at her with enough condescension as to send a snort before she turned her back on her. Her best response for a girl who remains at the level of her feet...

Then she jumped, lifting her legs pressed together to land with her bum first on Victoria's face if she didn't move!

Gabriel, perhaps unintentionally, had allowed Rose to appreciate the majesty of her figure, as daunting and unscalable as an unclimbable mountain, sculpted for the most sadistic and masochistic battles. As beautiful as it was secure. And as rough as it was, it was powerful. And now, the Royal Viper will teach her what awaits her if Vicky continues to keep her opponents waiting! Starting with her ass, so Rose can appreciate it first-hand and savour the consequences of the laziness!

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[Victoria]

Victoria's breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as she tried to steady herself. Her opponent seemed to be giving her a moment to recover, perhaps just a brief window to catch her breath and regain her bearings. But that brief respite quickly evaporated when the lights overhead flickered and dimmed, as if something was obstructing them.

Victoria squinted, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. When they finally focused, she was met with the sight of her foe towering over her, a twisted smirk playing across the girl’s face. That grin, sharp and knowing, made the hairs on the back of Victoria’s neck stand on end. It was a look that screamed trouble, and Victoria immediately sensed that her opponent was about to do something underhanded.

In the next heartbeat, Gabriel turned her back to Victoria, as though she were about to walk away. But Victoria’s instincts screamed danger. She had seen this move before. Gabriel was preparing to use her body in a way that would catch her off guard.

Before Victoria could fully react, she saw it: Gabriel leaping into the air with surprising agility. Her body launching toward Victoria with a provocative, almost taunting thrust of her rear. The move was shocking a brutal and humiliating attack aimed directly at Victoria's face.
But Victoria had already regained enough energy to move herself. She rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the impact. She could hear the thud as Gabriel landed, butt-first into the mat with a satisfying crunch.

Victoria grinned, her heart pounding. Not only had she dodged the humiliating blow, but now her opponent was sitting awkwardly on the ground, in the middle of the ring, hopefully nursing a bit of pain from the harsh landing. It was a small victory, but it felt sweet.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel was sure she would cushion her fall with Victoria's face, but the rebound off the canvas was painful when the German woman turned around, leaving her moaning and rubbing her hips, while Rose proved to be more than just a fly in front of a snake's teeth.

You were just pretending!" Vinlee claimed, enraged.

Getting up on her hands and knees, Gabriel crawled towards her, wanting to grab her by the wrist. If she succeeded, she would lift her to her feet and throw her into a corner with an Irish Whip.

[Victoria]

Victoria couldn’t suppress the rush of relief that flooded her when she managed to dodge the devastating butt drop. The loud thud that followed the impact reverberated through the ring, so powerful it almost felt like a physical blow to her own body. It was a sharp reminder of what she had narrowly avoided, and she couldn’t help but wince at the phantom pain that lingered in the air. The sound alone spoke volumes, it wasn’t just the force of Gabriel’s move, but the sheer humiliation behind it.

"Thanks god I dodged it...the force...the power...it would have knocked me out immediatley!" Victoria whispered to herself.

Breathing heavily, Victoria scrambled backward, her arms shaking slightly from the exertion. Her hands pressed against the mat as she tried to distance herself, but before she could get far, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps pounding against the ring.

Gabriel was already on the move.

In the blink of an eye, Victoria found herself yanked off the ground with brutal force. She barely had time to brace herself before Gabriel flung her into an upright position, sending a jolt of disorientation through her. The blonde wasted no time, sending Victoria careening toward the corner of the ring with a vicious toss.
The brunette’s back slammed against the turnbuckle with a sickening thud, the impact rattling her spine. She staggered, her body momentarily frozen in place as she struggled to catch her breath. Her fingers instinctively clutched the ropes to steady herself, the metal digging into her palms as she leaned against the corner.

Victoria’s eyes flickered upward, locking with Gabriel’s cold, calculating stare. A wave of unease washed over her. There was something about the blonde’s expression that made her blood run cold. Gabriel wasn’t just coming at her with brute force...she was preparing something, something that would push Victoria to her limits.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel hid it well, not rubbing her hips as much as she would have liked to ease the pain, and it was her best choice, because she was able to reach Victoria and throw her into a corner. And from there, Victoria, while being held by the ropes and carried by the corner, gave her a look that made Gabriel glance at her sideways, trying to understand what was causing so much fear. Yes, Gabriel had taken her as if the German woman were just a very pompous toy, exposed to the claws of a wild cat. But was that any reason to look at her like that? When was it Victoria who had avoided all the alternatives to make this a game between girls and not a series of punishments?

The blonde narrowed her eyelids—Rose was the one who had earned this side of her—her eyes flashed. The blonde hunched over, opened her arms, and ran towards Victoria, jumping at the last moment to land on top of her!

If nothing saved Victoria, Gabriel's bust would collide with her face, burying her nose in her cleavage, while the rest of that visitor crushed the brunette with the corner!

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Victoria's head would be the first to feel Gabriel's weight, with the padding behind it as everything else ran her over. The corner would even shake from the impact. Gabbie's arms would surround her head like a Venus flytrap, trapping her in an overly intimate embrace. The referee would try to order her to free Rose, but Gabriel seemed very comfortable there, aware that he's not going to ruin this act, not when she seems to have the crowd so captivated. The queen dared to rest one of her legs on the ropes for greater comfort, melting into Victoria in that corner, while the other leg crossed between the local's thighs like a warning.

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“Shhh, shhh,” she murmured, trying to calm her down. She kissed her on the forehead, rubbing herself against the girl's body as she bent over to do so. "I'm going to ask you something, sweetheart. Answer me by nodding your head side to side for Yes, and up and down for No. Make a sound and I'll punish you. Try to get away and I'll punish you. Give me another dirty look and I'll punish you. Understand?

Her leg rose slightly, brushing against the spandex protecting her crotch, sliding slowly up and down, indifferent to the squeaking that drew obscene murmurs and hisses from the crowd.