Devil's Due: Thereisa Niedermeyer vs Wicke Sykes

[The Riders]

Now the side she was trying to hide is starting to show itself again. As soon as she heard her opponent cry out from her elbow slamming into the injured joint muscle, that wicked cute smile appears on her face, enjoying the sounds of anguished coming from Wicke lips as she lets out another wail of pain for everyone to hear.

Getting to her feet and grabbing the hurting limb with her hands... Thereisa drags the plump woman close to the corner turnbuckle to put her next plan into action, as she slides out of the ring and pulls on the leg before slamming it into the steel post repeatedly before stopping. Soaking in the crowd as she is starting to show more signs of her old Heel persona that she tried to get rid of.

[SwordSavior1]

The crowd booed at the dishonourable act as they were favouring Wicke's ambitions of slaying this demon. However for some fans, it might devolve into somebody's worst nightmare as this might be the purplette's last project. Minus subtle twitching, the wounded limb was mostly immobile in which Wicke did everything to hold up a poker face

Unable to regain her bearings to even grip the mat, her large frame was hauled across the ring where she temporarily laid in a corner of peril. "What is the meaning...of....AHHHHHHHH!" As if she was thrown into an anvil repeatedly, Wicke screamed with tremendous distress as these repeated injuries could easily lead to something permanent. "NOOOOOOOOO!" Tears welling in the matter no time, fearing that she could easily join Samina after the next bash.

[The Riders]

People forget how brutal Thereisa was when she wrestled... even against Samina telling the ref that her neck was hurting and that it like her body was going numb from repeated moves to her neck, even after seeing Samina going down...Thereisa still went for the finisher just because she was able to do anyway and nobody was going to try to stop her.

Shaking her head that it had to come to this between them she would reach down and lift her opponent to her feet 'You never should have tried to mess with me Wicke... The only reason why I don't break your leg is my own reasons.' she says looking down at the purplette's with a frown on her face. Before Irish whipping her opponent to the ring ropes so that she can jump up and land on Wicke shoulders to go for her finisher to end the match.

[SwordSavior1]

It was a no brainer that her legs were severely impaired by Thereisa's sadistic desires. "Ref....Ref!" She desperately pleaded for any relief against this monster. However just like the past her foe knew how to dance around the rules and just find a new toy to play with, restarting the cycle of torment. Unlike the glory days, Wicke was definitely alone without anyone to even consider throwing the towel.

Eventually she was forcibly propped to a stand much to her slight confusion. One or two more turnbuckle clashes could have dislocated that leg, ensuring the end of this dance and Wicke's spotlight presence. If it weren't for the Irish Whip, she would have just immediately tumbled onto the mat in a fetal position. She slid across the arena as opposed to forcibly run, concluding with a clap because of the corner collision. Obviously not at her prime, Wicke could only slouch in the corner with a twitching leg, while contemplating why this angle looked a bit too familiar.

Then those unbearable memories sprouted once again. The move feared by many. The career killer that took away Samina. History looked to repeat itself once again. "(No....no...I must survive)" It didn't matter what the odds were she had to prevent herself being another number to Thereisa. If Wicke were to fail here, she might as well give up all of her awards.

The heel would probably do the grunge work and carry the purplette even higher, so the curvy wrestler had one simple plan. As soon as her opposition took a perch on those shoulders, Wicke would hook her less injured leg around the nearby ropes to fix them in one position. Midst the confusion, the next step was to hold onto Thereisa's waist and bow forward to slam her into the ground with a rope-assisted powerbomb.

[The Riders]

The match would have been over with if Thereisa had just gone through with her plan. She knew that Wicke leg was done at this point and one more hit to the post would have sealed her victory in brutal fashion, but that side of her that was always in the back of mind telling her to finish it just like always... her finisher to target the neck and leave her opponent hoping and praying that their neck isn't broken.

The only issue is that her finisher has been getting countered more recently, and she been wanting to hit it against someone like Wicke for the effort of crushing the woman spirit, but as soon as she landed on the plump woman shoulders she knew that she had messed up in a big way.

The next thing she knew is her back being slammed to the canvas with a power bomb with so much force she bounced up off the canvas from impact, 'UUUGHHHH' she cries out coming to rest on the mat in a heap holding the back of her neck with her hand before rolling onto her side kicking the canvas with her feet.

[SwordSavior1]

Having witnessed these horrors enough times, a majority of spectators had their eyes closed in preparation. Wicke considered herself lucky to be barely standing after those cruel attacks, let alone attempt to form a last stand. As time passes, more instances of their common behaviours were shown to the world for analysis. Thus leading to counters ingrained in people's minds.

Having kept her balance despite Thereisa lying on top, she managed to take the wheel and perform a miraculous reversal. The loud pop and wrong woman screaming put everyone in a loop, since the brightness in Wicke's eyes were preserved. However she wouldn't smile or celebrate just yet, the battle was still continuing and there were more pent up feelings to express.

She still had to conserve her energy while kneeling, since the experience almost gave a heart attack. Once she regained the urge to stand, Wicke already had sights on the grovelling brunette. Bending down to pick her up by the waist and shoulders, the currently stern researcher closed her arms around Thereisa's core as if expressing cat-like reflexes. "What was the purpose of that stunt earlier hmmmm?" She asked while crushing the brunette's body with a reverse bearhug.

[The Riders]

Laying flat on her back after taking a brutal-looking counter from her opponent. Clutching the back of her neck as that old pain starts to flare up again as she rolls onto her side kicking the canvas with her feet, more upset at herself for trying to be something that in her mind she would never ever be again in the rest of her career.

Looking up at the lights above her she is thinking if wrestling like this is really worth it... Being loved by the fans like her opponent is, or being seen like she is nothing but a washed up old relic that is clinging to glory like an old queen hanging on to her power.

But Before she can get the answer to her question, she is lifted to her feet by Wicke and feeling the plump woman arms wrapping around her mid-section before squeezing her in a bearhug hold, letting out a loud gasp due to the vice like grip while her back is pressed against the woman busty chest. ' Fuck.... You... AAAAUUUGHHH.' Thereisa curses out. Groaning, trying to think of something to get out of the hold.

[SwordSavior1]

It might have been the most ironic thing imaginable if this powerbomb brought Thereisa to retirement instead, especially from a counter of all things. Over the course of this match, it was quite a rollercoaster for Wicke's mindset, questioning her capabilities if she could amend past errors and prove to be a long-term competitor. While entering this match rather vengeful, she attempted to not stray too far from her roots. Somebody who became the best because of their dedication and not through underhanded shortcuts, almost like a rolemodel.

First she had to purge any viruses before possibly taking her rightful prize. Those meaty arms of her squeezed the air out of Thereisa's torso. "Were your tactics fruitful?" She didn't need a verbal response only wanting the brunette to think it over. This was because after speaking, Wicke proceeded to try throwing her opponent backwards for a sudden german suplex. If successful, she wouldn't let go of the heel's waist upon landing and then rolled around to an upright posture repeating the process two more times!

[The Riders]

Letting out another loud gasp of due to the tight hold that is around her firm toned mid-section. Letting out a groan feeling the embrace tightening bit by bit every time that Wicke puts her back into it, but she has been battle tested and Thereisa feels like this is nothing compared to some of the beatings that she had suffered from some of the other women in the company.

But it is what her opponent says to her that forces her to freeze up at the mention of if what she was doing really working and helping her win matches, for some it might have meant her moves that targeted the other woman leg in brutal fashion... but in Thereisa mind it Wicke making a mention of her being a baby face and if it is really getting her over with the fans and such. That small moment was all her opponent needed to land a chain of German suplexes that left the big woman laying in the middle of the ring in a heap, clutching the back of her neck as her feet kick the canvas in pain.

[SwordSavior1]

Words occasionally were more effective than fists in terms of drilling through a thick skull. Their overall records were comparable accolades were comparable and Wicke has mostly recovered from legs injuries. Thereisa did correctly catch on about the question's intentions. One got as far as they did through hard work but kept their honour despite occasional anger, so even after a break she still managed to garnish appraise. Taking underhanded shortcuts as opposed to showcasing talent meant that watchers could only look forward to the downfall.

After throwing three suplexes in a row, she decided to take a small break before continuing on her quest to put an end to Thereisa's tyranny. Marching over to where the prone woman laid, she used a lone foot to forcibly nudge the large woman onto her stomach. Looming above the busted wrestler, Wicke would raise her legs to let physics do the rest. Her enormous rear landing on top of Thereisa's back for a sudden butt bomb. However it was only beginning as the still scowling purplette clenched a hold of the German's arms, forcibly draping them around the thighs. Once trapped, Wicke would take her opponent's chin and jerk it aggressively for a camel clutch.