The Price of Deception

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One week had passed since Rianne Evans defeated Helen Andronike in their heated rematch, and the self-proclaimed Sexy Diva couldn't have been more pleased with herself.

Backstage at LAW, Rianne was lounging comfortably on a couch in the locker room, casually scrolling through her phone with one leg crossed over the other.

“Hehe~ Bloody hell, she really did look pathetic, didn't she?”

Rianne giggled to herself while watching highlights of her victory, particularly the moment she planted a mocking kiss on Helen's cheek after pinning her.

“Another win for yours truly. Ain't I just brilliant~?”

With a satisfied smirk, Rianne leaned back against the couch, completely relaxed and enjoying her evening, seemingly without a care in the world.

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Helen was in the locker room but Rianne didn’t know she was there. She heard her nemesis commenting on her crushing defeat last week. Helen was not going to let this go. She crept up behind a distracted Rianne. Swiftly, Helen wrapped an arm around Rianne’s throat and locked her in a sleeper hold on the couch!
”Did you miss me?” she whispered in her ear as she choked her.

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“W-WHAA—?!”

Rianne's smug grin vanished as Helen's arm suddenly wrapped around her throat, causing her phone to slip from her fingers and clatter onto the floor!

“NGHH! W-What the!?!”

Her eyes widened in panic as she instinctively grabbed Helen's forearm with both hands, desperately trying to pry herself free.

“Y-Ya crazy... bitch! G-Get off... me!”

Rianne squirmed against the couch, her legs kicking and uncrossing as she struggled against the tight sleeper hold. Her blonde hair spilled across Helen's arm while her breathing grew increasingly strained.

“Nnngh... ahh... H-Helen...!”

Her resistance gradually weakened. Those frantic movements became sluggish, her eyelids fluttering as the strength slowly drained from her body.

“P-Please... l-let... go...”

Rianne's voice faded into a breathy whisper as her head began to droop, her trembling fingers barely maintaining their grip on Helen's arm.

The once-arrogant Sexy Diva was dangerously close to slipping unconscious!

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”Sucks, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, you’ll be in great shape for our next fight. Now sleep so we can talk…”
Helen pulled Rianne up and into her chest to maintain a tight grip and prevent escape. She squeezed Rianne’s neck with her python bicep. Rianne’s flailing weakened. Helen rested her face on top of Rianne’s head as she held the Brit in an intimate body-to-body chokehold. She would squeeze her nemesis until she went limp.

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“N-NNGHH...! Y-Ya bloody... cow...!”

Rianne desperately clawed at Helen's muscular arm, her body squirming against the Spartan's firm grip. But with Helen pulling her tightly against her chest, the Sexy Diva was quickly running out of strength.

“A-Ahh... H-Helen... please...”

Her struggles gradually slowed. Those frantic kicks became little more than weak twitches as her eyelids fluttered heavily.

“Nnnh... I... ain't...”

Rianne couldn't even finish her sentence.

Her fingers slowly slipped from Helen's arm, her hands falling limply to her sides. Her head lolled to one side, blonde hair spilling across her shoulders as her eyes finally closed.

“...Mmmh...”

One last faint groan escaped her lips before her body went completely slack.

Rianne Evans was out cold.

The Sexy Diva now hung unconscious in Helen's grasp, completely unaware of what her bitter rival had planned next.

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Helen held Rianne in the choke for longer just to be sure the cunning Brit wasn’t playing possum. She bounded over the back onto the couch and pulled Rianne in against her. Wrapping her thighs around Rianne’s torso, she lay down on the couch and completely ensnared Rianne. Seeing Rianne was losing color to her face, Helen cut off the pressure and released the choke but held Rianne in a sleeper nonetheless. She would cradle Rianne’s as the sexy diva came to.

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AFTER A WHILE

Rianne's eyelids began to flutter as a faint groan escaped her lips.

“...Mmmnh...”

Her head shifted slightly against Helen's chest, her vision still a blurry mess of indistinguishable shapes and colors. She blinked several times, struggling to make sense of her surroundings.

Her fingers twitched weakly, followed by a sluggish movement of her legs. Still dazed and disoriented, Rianne remained nestled in Helen's grasp, barely conscious enough to realize she was being held.

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Helen kissed Rianne on the forehead. ”Hey babe, wake up. Did you enjoy your nap?”
She petted Rianne’s head and patted her back as she woke up. When Rianne became more aware, Helen would wrap both arms around Rianne’s torso in a reverse bearhug to keep her locked down.
“Did you miss me?”

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Rianne's eyelids fluttered as she slowly regained her senses, only to feel something soft press against her forehead.

“...Mmmnh?”

Was that... a kiss?!

Her cheeks immediately flushed as Helen began petting her head and patting her back like some helpless little pet.

“W-Wha...?! Oi! Don't you—!”

“AAAGHH!”

Before Rianne could finish protesting, Helen's arms suddenly tightened around her torso in a crushing reverse bearhug! The Brit winced sharply, squirming against the Spartan's powerful embrace.

“NGHH... bloody hell, ya cheeky little tart!”

Still slightly flustered from the unwanted affection, Rianne turned her head to glare coldly at Helen.

“Get yer filthy mitts off me, ya lunatic! I ain't your soddin' cuddle toy!”

She gritted her teeth, tugging at Helen's arms with what little strength she'd recovered.

“And no, I didn't miss ya! Now LET. ME. GO!”

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Helen took great satisfaction at Rianne’s helpless squirming. Having the woman she hated completely in control was better than sex. She gave Rianne a pulsing squeeze to shut her up. ”But, babe… We need to talk,” Helen purred mischievously.
“We need to talk about our rematch. The one we will have on MY terms, not yours.”
Another squeeze in the bearhug. Rianne really was a great teddy bear.