Clara GASTER vs Baroness - Bikini Match

[thesteedman]

The Baroness took a moment to admire her art work, slowly and seductively licking her lips whilst she slowly stalked her prey. Clara was a perfect canvas, one she had desired to work on long ago in their first match had it not been for the upset. This time, she had Clara where she wanted her... exactly how she wanted her. It was certainly a joy to watch Clara's mostly exposed form, clad in nothing more than a bikini outfit whilst the rest of her figure was left to the elements. Her skin glistened from the heat of the match, as Clara's body writhed and arched as she lay on the ground. Her stunning figure tensed as Clara favoured her back, showing off her well defined assets. She was a remarkable woman, the Brit's time away had done nothing but favours for her.

"Oooh... you cannot fathom how long I have been waiting for this moment." The Baroness whispered, with desire present within her tone. She grasped Clara by her ankles before she pulled her away from the corner, dragging her unceremoniously into the center of the ring. She stamped on her spine once... much to the dismay of the crowd as their uproar only continued, this match arguably beginning to bring the biggest reactions of the night so far... before stamping a second time, more viciously, grinding her heel down into the lower spine of Clara's back. She almost felt her spine click below her foot as she pressed down against her, looking to try and force some screams from Clara.

Shuddering with twisted delight, she slowly took Clara's legs again, shifting her position as she hooked her legs and kept the Shadow Lord on her stomach. She began to pull back Clara's legs, arching her into a deadly and gruelling C like shape, locking in a Boston Crab upon the Brit. A loud chorus of rage began to echo from the crowd as Stephanie did little to hold back. She began to bend Clara more and more with each passing second, pulling on her legs and slowly lowering herself for more leverage! The ref began to shift, coming to Clara to ask if she wanted to give up. With the lock now finally in, the Baroness began to giggle out loud in a twisted manner, only gaining more jeers as a result. By now, Clara's feet were not far from her own head as she was bent viciously... feeling the leverage build against her arched form! The Baroness was really beginning to work on her spine!

"Don't be giving up just yet.... The night is still young... and I still have so much I want to do to you..." The Baroness purred at Clara, looking to crank on the hold a little more to try and force a scream from her enemy!

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The memories of the last match returned full force...except now, that nightmare was happening again. But Clara had to refuse to be afraid. A few attacks to her spine? She lived through worse.

"Waiting...for me to tap you out?", she tried to speak confidently, but the Baroness gave little heed to her words, simply dragging her by her ankles out of the corner, Clara gritting her teeth for the next attack to come...

...and it came in the form of being stamped on her spine. She kept her teeth gritted. She knew what Stephanie wanted - her screams. And she would deny her, no matter how much she wanted to scream herself, even despite the hellish pain she was in as the pressure of the next stomp was even worse, the Baroness's heel grinding down on her bare back to audience's dismay.

And soon enough, Baroness would start bending Clara into a C shape, trapping her in a Boston Crab!

"AAAAAAAAAAH!"

She wasn't able to keep it any more. This was the most painful Boston Crab that she had ever felt. All the abuse Stephanie enacted on her back came back in full force as Clara kept her fists balled, desperate to not tap out of the hold. The ref asked her whether she wanted to tap, but she shook her head vigorously. The fear of Baroness was real...but the fear of her forced exile being nothing was bigger.

"You'll...pay for these words...", Clara told her back, as she grit her teeth, and tried to pull herself and Stephanie towards the ropes. She did not know whether Baroness will honor the Ladies' Agreement, but at the very least, she wouldn't be able to lose while there...

[thesteedman]

"Tap out?... Haha! Oh no... I'm counting on you enduring my sweet dear. I hold no desire to have this end so soon! You and I have barely begun this dance." The Baroness retorted when Clara defiantly protested against her. The Boston Crab she applied was nothing short of devastatingly brutal. The chanting crowds all remained in uproar... however instead of booing they now looked to support their heroine who was trapped within the compromising position, stamping their feet and chanting Clara's name in unison. Normally the crowd were nothing but white noise to the Baroness... she never even acknowledged the existence of an audience during her matches... but tonight was different. The event was sold out and packed, and it was hard to ignore the support Clara had gained. She glared... looking around at the thousands of people watching her... not a single one showing any affection or support for her. The arena was all literally against her.

It was time to make them pay in unison with Clara, and with a brutal shift of motion, the Baroness bent Clara even more, near pulling her feet to her head. Clara had been so defiant and brave... but even she couldn't help it now. Soon enough a scream escaped from her parting lips, a sound that was pure bliss to the ears of the Baroness. She closed her eyes, biting on her lower lip as she enjoyed the sound and screams of agony. Most of the wrestlers would have been tapping by now, such was the excruitiating level of the Boston Crab the Baroness had held upon Clara... but thankfully she hung on! Despite her situation her body was still fresh, her mind was strong and her will seemingly unbreakable. True, she was in absolute agony, but the chanting of the fans drove her on! Somehow... she managed to grasp onto the ropes... tugging hard to get the Baroness to notice... and notice she did.

She smiled a dark smile, cranking the hold on a few more seconds... before honouring the silent agreement. She stood upwards before releasing Clara's legs, allowing her to fall against the canvas. The chorus of boos echoed throughout the arena as the Baroness began to pace around the ring with an arrogant mannerism to her walk. Her eyes were on Clara, watching her writhe once more as the aftermath of the Boston Grab hit her hard. It was a joyous sensation to watch her bikini clad and now glistening form struggle and arch in agony. It caused the Baroness to lick her lips seductively.
"What are you waiting for Clara... I thought you were going to make me pay?" The Baroness whispered when she closed the gap between the two, beginning to hoist Clara upwards towards her feet from behind.

In a grotesque display, she pulled Clara close, sliding up behind her, purposely pressing her own bikini clad form against Clara's to enjoy as much body contact as possible. Seizing her chin with one hand, her other began to slowly caress over her bare stomach. Slowly she licked upwards at Clara's cheek, making the crowd rage! The Baroness giggled, soon wrapping both arms around Clara's waist from behind, purposely trapping her arms at her sides. With frightening ease and with seemingly lack of effort, the Baroness hoisted Clara up off her feet, beginning to squeeze her waist tightly. Getting such a grasp upon Clara sent tingles through Baroness' form, as she shivered in delight... wanting nothing more than to crush the living daylights out of Clara.

It was too early however for such desires... and instead the Baroness chose to once more use the ring as a weapon, running herself and Clara towards a turnbuckle. With Clara's arms trapped she could not defend herself, as she was rammed body first and crushed against the turnbuckle with a heavy charge! The crowd all gasped as Clara was hit hard, but unable to fall as the Baroness still had a powerful and crushing grip upon her body, pulling her back towards the center of the ring with terrible implication. Only seconds passed, before the Baroness repeated the brutal move, ramming Clara into the opposite turnbuckle, keeping her in a waist lock with arms trapped so she could not defend herself against the sudden ram!

She began to weaken... causing the Baroness to smile darkly as she slipped in a kiss against her bare shoulder. Once more bringing Clara to the center of the ring, the Baroness gave her small reprieve, releasing her from the rear bearhug, pulling her close before bending her downwards and wrapping her arms around her midriff from above. With a quick hoist... she began to lift Clara upwards onto her shoulders... an intent to Powerbomb her down becoming more than evident!

[Vc0m]

Clara's attempts to grit her teeth while her body was contorted into a full "O" shape proved fruitless in holding in her screams. She knew what to expect tonight, so against Baroness, she did a lot of stretches...but spine was still never meant to bend that way.

She couldn't even take a breath in relief that she reached the ropes, as her fate stayed in Baroness's hands. All that helped her here was that she couldn't lose in the ropes.

...and yet, Baroness would honor the "Lady's Agreement" to her surprise. Maybe her and Stephanie were enemies, but there was a flicker of respect between the two women. Baroness would release her legs...and Clara would find no way of getting back up to her feet, only managing to arch her spine in pain as her back hurt...

...a few moments later, Baroness would seize her from behind to continue her onslaught, yanking Clara back to her feet, pressing herself against Clara, caressing her stomach...

...and licking her cheek, the triple combo sending the biggest chill down her spine imaginable. She tried to not let it get to her, knowing that all Baroness was doing right now was to psych her out.

After a bit of mind games, Baroness returned to her favorite past time of torturing her spine, hugging her tighter to the point where Clara groaned in pain...before being rammed hard into a nearby corner!

"GRAAAAAAAAAAH!!!", she screamed, her lungs depleting of oxygen, and her torso catching fire...right as Baroness repeated the move on the opposite side of the ring, eliciting more of her screams!

Further mind games followed in her torture, as Baroness kissed her gently on her shoulder, before carrying Clara to the middle of the ring, releasing her grip on her...and picking her up again, hoisting her on her shoulders for a Powerbomb.

"! This is it!", she thought to herself, as she crossed her legs behind Baroness's head trying to drop her body backwards to nail her foe's head into the canvas with a Frankensteiner!

[thesteedman]

The Baroness had believed she had done enough to GASTER when she had hoisted her upwards with the intent to powerbomb. After crushing her, bending her and ramming her into the turnbuckles, the lightweight should have been stunned with the agony running through her entire form, unable to resist as the Baroness looked to swing the fight heavily in her favour with such a devastating move as the powerbomb. Moments ago she had been left screaming as her beautiful body writhed and arched from the constant barrage of holds and slams...

So how was it that Clara was able to wrap her legs around Stephanie's neck before suddenly shifting her body to counter said powerbomb before it could even come to fruition?!

This was the question that ran through Stephanie's mind as Clara managed to perfectly execute a Frankensteiner upon the Baroness! In a fluid motion and with all the leverage to her favour, Clara was able to throw her body back, using her powerful leg lock to bring the Baroness forwards and over! The crowd managed a massive pop of cheering when the Baroness clashed head first against the canvas, near drowning out the devastating sound of the impact. The motion and severity of the landing sent the Baroness sprawling, near folding in on herself. The aftermath had her clutching at her head, as she curled up upon herself and rolled, clutching at her head tightly with a soured expression from the pain.

It was not the first time she had underestimated Clara! And once again she was paying the price! She was a different woman than the last time they fought... that much was clear now. The Clara from a year ago would not have been able to conjure the strength to flip this match on its head (quite literally in the Baroness' case), nor endure the brutal punishment that she had. Clara was hurting... of that there was no doubt, but she was able to rally even in the most severe of Baroness' attack, and at once she was now on the counter offensive.

No doubt the chanting energy of the crowd fuelled her motions, their stamps and cheers possessed her, fed her determination and belief! The Baroness swore out loud in her native tongue, still clutching her head with one hand as she used the other to help her rise. She looked to where Clara should have been standing... but she was not there. With wide eyes and a gasp of sheer alarm... the Baroness knew she was in for another attack!

[Vc0m]

Clara would land on her knees from the move as rolled a revolution away. Her spine still burnt, and she imagined she would need a good long rest after the match before she felt better. But it didn't matter to her right now, what mattered was Stephanie reeling. She seized the advantage of the match once again!

Standing up, she walked over towards Baroness, the two rivals locking their determined gazes...right as Clara's shifted over to the Baroness's left leg, same one she attacked a few minutes earlier!

Clara walked over to the leg, grabbed it...and proceeded to dismantle it.

First was an elbow drop right onto the knee of the Baroness, the Brit holding it at an awkward angle for the Frenchwoman to maximize the damage done to her leg.

Then came the angry, frustrated stomps all over the leg - to the calf, to the thigh, to the knee.

Since Stephanie picked her spine as the target of the match, Clara would make sure she took away Baroness's strongest weapon in return.

To finish off her onslaught to Baroness's leg, Clara would twist the Frenchwoman's limbs into a 4 shape, with her left under her right, before she dropped to the floor, and locked in the Figure 4 Leglock, trying to fully decimate her rival's leg!

[thesteedman]

Once again the crowd were getting pumped with energy! The Frankensteiner clearly left a mark upon the Baroness, as she was unable to recompose herself fast enough after landing on her head. It gave Clara the moment she needed to shake her own cobwebs and press on with an attack of her own... or in this case an onslaught. This time it was Clara who would start inflicting the torture, and the crowd loved every second of it. They chanted out with each stiff and fierce kick the Brit landed on the French woman's leg, who looked to disable what was no doubt the Baroness' most dangerous asset. The Baroness cried out in pain as Clara dropped her full bodyweight into her left leg, digging in her elbow against her inside knee. The Baroness near hissed, trying to throw her other leg around to capture Clara in a scissor... wherever she could catch her, but the British wrestler was experienced and quite simple on a roll.

Clara's movements were deft, and she was already up and shifting away before the French Tyrant could wrap her legs around any of her body parts to immobilise her. The swift movements left the Baroness open for the barrage of kicks that came towards the same left leg once Clara was quickly upon her feet again. Despite being barefoot, the strikes hurt just as much as if she would have been wearing boots, with each strike move focused against Stephanie's limb, powered by anger and resentment of the woman who dared to challenge her to this match. Each strike had the Baroness trying to crawl away, shouting out in agony as Clara went to work, kicking various parts of her leg, working over her thigh, knee, calf... wherever she could land a solid strike that would do the most damage!

When the assault came to an end, there was no reprieve to be had. Suddenly Clara was holding her damaged leg, pulling her towards the centre of the ring unceremoniously. Stephanie tried to lash out at her, kicking upwards with her free leg in an attempt to strike Clara away, but in an expert bit of movement, Clara was able to evade the oncoming strike, shifting her body in such a way that she began to bend the Baroness' leg awkwardly. Stephanie screamed out in agony, trying to reach upwards to get Clara, but she was already falling back, twisting and locking the Baroness' legs into place against her own. The Baroness knew this hold well, and screamed out in agony, grasping at her own head as she began to writhe and wriggle, feeling the immediate strain of the figure four leg lock upon her!

Once again, normally such a situation might have been desirable. Clara's legs were completely bare much like her own, and both were entwined together, with a lot of skin contact. Had it have been the other way around the Baroness would have enjoyed this hold... but to be caught in the figure four leg lock was quite the opposite to her desires. She could not take the time to enjoy the feel of Clara's legs against her own, simply because they were trying to stretch and pull hers. With the pain she simply screamed and grasped at the canvas. The chanting crowd near drowned out her cries of anguish, and it was becoming increasingly hard to think with the combination of pain and the racket of the infernal crowd. She sat up, trying to reach for Clara, but found the leverage was against her. Grasping her head once again she shouted out in both rage and agony, shifting her body in an attempt to try and turn the two over... with no ropes nearby she had no other means of escape!

[Vc0m]

As Clara did her onslaught, she paid full attention to the Baroness. She wasn't going to get trapped this easily, and as Baroness's other leg tried to snag her into a deadly hold, Clara would slip right underneath her rival's limb.

As her attacks continued, so did the Baroness's attempt to get out of the punishment, as she tried to kick away at Clara, only for her to catch the kick with her free arm, making it all the easier for Clara to transition to the Figure 4 Leglock.

Baroness continued screaming, her limb tortured and bend by the Shadow Lord like there was no tomorrow:

"There is only one way for you to get out of this hold, Stephanie...", she would tell the Baroness with a smile on her face, as she tried to reverse the hold onto her back...only for Clara to successfully keep control of the hold, rocking with the Baroness's motions: "Give up.", she would tell her foe in a demanding tone...

[thesteedman]

There was a rage to Clara's attacks. Her stiff kicks and now this brutal figure four leg lock were a testament to that... The British beauty was fuelled by malice and contempt for the Baroness, bending and clinching the hold without remorse. The crowd continued to chant for their champion, watching as Clara slowly began to pick apart the Baroness. Their legs were locked together perfectly, with Clara having the French Tyrant at her mercy. There was no way she could reach the ropes from their position in the centre of the ring... and thus Clara began to believe that perhaps this was it... this was the hold that would put an end to the match and this rivalry.

She demanded that the Baroness give up, letting her know there was only one way out of this... and that was to concede. All at once, the screaming stopped when Clara made her demands for submission... She looked upon Stephanie and she noticed a sudden change in her demeanour. Such was her position that her hair was over her eyes, and a grimace was upon what was visible of her features. Much to Clara's alarm, that grimace began to slowly transform... into a smile?

The Baroness began to giggle, using one hand to cover her mouth as her shoulders gave away the notion as they rose and fell in rapid succession. Soon enough Clara could hear the Baroness beginning to laugh... No doubt she had to be in agony with the perfection of the lock... yet the Baroness was beginning to laugh out loud... soon near bellowing with laughter.
"<You stupid girl...>" Stephanie spoke in French, no doubt in response to Clara's demanding that she gave up. Despite the laughter there was a tension to the Baroness' look that gave away that she was still in absolute pain... however, it was still unnerving to see her rally so quickly whilst locked in a deadly figure four.

She tensed her figure, showing off her amazing build as her abs tensed and her chest near heaved, suddenly sitting upwards much higher than before. Given the lock on her legs... it had to be killing her sitting up so far, yet it became very clear she was looking to get into better range of Clara. With a quick and big motion, the Baroness looked to try and land a massive slap upon Clara's cheek, looking to try and break her concentration and in turn.... looking to try and break the hold!

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Clara always got chills looking at the Baroness. But it was one thing when Stephanie was in control...and quite another when she was laughing at the pain right when she had her, what seemed like, the cusp of victory. But despite that, right as she called on her rival to give up, Stephanie instead smiled and said something to her in French, in a way that said she was in control:

"She...she is just bluffing! No way is she getting out..."

Then she sat up.

And before Clara could react, Stephanie's hand came for her from nowhere, stinging her across her face!

"AAAUGH!", she screamed, in both surprise and pain, unwillingly relaxing the hold, trying to tense her legs once more before Baroness escaped!