Clara GASTER vs Baroness - Bikini Match

[thesteedman]

It was too late!

The momentary distraction was all that the Baroness needed to make her desperate escape! She managed to slip one of her legs free from the deadly tangle that made the figure four leg hold and that was all she needed. Biting her lower lip with determination and aggravation, the Baroness leaned back against her elbows, tucking her now free leg in before planting a hard kick right into the chest of Clara. Given the near unnatural strength of her legs, the impact of the strike was heard throughout all the arena, making the watching crowd gasp in alarm! The impact sent Clara flat on her back, giving the Baroness the chance to slip her other leg free now that the pressure of the hold was none existent.

The Baroness tried to get to her feet... but her legs did not respond the way they should have. She staggered, and fought for control, grimacing as she clutches at her thigh with one hand and the shin of the opposite leg with the other. The Figure Four had certainly left a mark, and the Baroness realised she would need some time to let her legs recover. Given her stiff kick against Clara's chest, her movements were sluggish, clearly having been winded by such a devastating and well placed kick. The Baroness didn't mind keeping things on the ground for now since her own legs needed time, and thus shifted herself near serpentine like towards her prey.

She longed to wrap her legs around her slender bikini clad frame and squeeze the life from Clara... but right now the Baroness knew she could not do that in her current state. Instead she managed to slide over Clara as she writhed, forcing her to twist onto her stomach before the French Tyrant slipped her hands under Clara's chin. She rested her well formed rear onto Clara's, managing a smile as she seated herself upon her, tucking her legs in against her sides, enjoying the feel of her skin against her own. With a sharp grunt and a pull, all at once, the Baroness had Clara locked in a deadly Camel Clutch, slowly beginning to lean back and posture, bringing Clara once again into a C like shape. The Baroness did little to hold back, cranking the hold on tighter, arrogantly pulling with one hand for a moment as her other slowly began to slide over Clara's exposed midriff as she was arched in a devastating manner.

"You're mine now beautiful...." The Baroness whispered into Clara's ear, before grotesquely giving her a slathering lick up her cheek... managing a little sultry chuckle as she did so. The sight of this caused an uproar from the watching crowd, watching as the Baroness teased Clara and in turn teased the watching crowd, bending her back in the camel clutch in a devastating manner.

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As she tried to reestablish the hold, Clara would realize how bad the situation was, and was unable to escape as Baroness delivered a hard kick to her chest!

"AAAAAAUGH!", she screamed out as the air left her lungs, and she herself was left plastered on the canvas, easy pickings for the Baroness...

...until both women would realize that Clara did a lot more damage to Stephanie's leg than it seemed at first. It was clear the Baroness wanted to clamp on her deadly Bodyscissors here and now, but with the current state of her legs, it was just a fantasy for the Baroness, much to Clara's relief, causing a smile to form on her lips...

But it was then that she realized - the Bodyscissors wasn't the only way Baroness could try and finish her. As Stephanie turned Clara, grab her chin and sit on top of her, panic returned to the British woman.

"No...GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

The Baroness pulled on the Camel Clutch, her arms draped at Baroness's knees, she was only able to move her fingers as she screamed in agony of being bended over in the hold. On top of the ache in her spine, her stomach was stretched and arched as well. She bit her lip, desperately trying to survive the hold, and hold back from tears that were slowly welling in her eyes.

[thesteedman]

The Baroness continued to pull back against Clara, bringing her into a C like shape and leaning back all the more. The crowd continued their near riot like state as the Baroness didn't hold back, laughing out loud as she enjoyed putting such a torture upon her opponent. There was almost a respect slowly beginning to form from the Baroness for Clara... though this was not a signature or finishing move from the Baroness, she had the clutch held on so well it could have easily brought an end to the match. Clara was clearly in agony, her stomach stretched and her back bent in a way it was not design too. The Baroness even heard a few clicks and creaks from her spine as she slowly applied even more pressure.

Still... Clara was not giving up! This hold would have been more than enough to end their previous match... but it seemed Clara had developed a new form of fortitude and will in the time she spent away! The Baroness smiled darkly, licking her lips before she decided to relent her hold... this wasn't how she wanted to end things after all. Clara fell onto her stomach, clutching at her back as the Baroness slowly traced her fingers from between her shoulders and down her spine in a soft and near delicate massaging manner. She leaned down to kiss Clara upon the shoulder, knowing she was in no current position to resist her.

Slowly the Baroness shifted from Clara's rear, rising slowly on her legs, feeling her strength slowly returning to her most dangerous assets... However for now she had other ideas for Clara. She had played with her food long enough now, and the French Tyrant was confident the British beauty was worn down enough and ready for the main event. The Baroness licked her lips, watching Clara writhe below her, taking in all of that bikini clad form. Her skin glistened with sweat, highlighting her already stunning curves. Her chest heaved with every strained breathe, and her stomach tensed as she slowly curved her spine from the after effects of such a brutal Camel Clutch.

The Baroness reached down, grasping Clara by her neck with both hands. With an impressive display of strength, Stephanie hoisted Clara from lying on her back, all the way upwards with a large hoist to all the way up off her feet. Such was the momentum of the lift that she was able to release her neck as Clara went upwards, before snapping her arms around the British Wrestler's waist before she could fall back down in a big bearhug. There was no toying around... this time... and the Baroness was content to end things like this...

The grasp began excruciatingly tightly, as the Baroness began to ragdoll Clara left and right within her powerful arms for a few moments, looking to wring the fight from the beautiful dark haired woman. When content that Clara would be overwhelmed with pain from her already damaged back, only then would the Baroness ease the ragdolling to hold more firmly in her position and stance upon the center of the ring. Things only got more brutal with each prolonged pump of pressure once the violent beginning to the bearhug ceased.

The Baroness licked her lips once more, eyeing over Clara's cleavage and what was visible of her bare stomach. Her arms seemed to close somehow tighter around her exposed midriff, as the Baroness giggled, beginning to whisper sweet nothings to Clara in her own native language. With her face so close to Clara's stomach, she couldn't help but lean in, giving her midriff a few soft, slow and sensual kisses... before letting her arms fold just that little bit more tighter around her slender frame!

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Clara knew that Camel Clutch was a move that made bigger women give up, that it cost more champions than could be imagined to people bigger and better than her...

...and yet, she refused to quit. She got angry at herself for even the tears welling up in her eyes in response to the immense pain in her back. But ultimately, other than tapping out, all she could do is wait till the Baroness got tired of the hold, and switched the torture up, in spite of the delicate touches and kisses to her shoulder that Baroness taunted her with.

Soon enough, however, Clara was free, and the Baroness rose to look at her handiwork. Clara was breathing heavily, her frame shining under the spotlight with sweat, Clara clutching at her hurting spine before the Baroness grabbed at her once more...

...and the torture was about to get worse.

"AHGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

As the bearhug was locked in, there was no stopping the tears rolling down her face this time. Baroness put all her strength into the hold, even adding more pressure to the point of her back, ragdolling the Brit around.

Once the worst was through, the mind games continued. Stephanie was saying something...but what, Clara had no idea. The kisses to her stomach made her cringe in displeasure. This was the worst feeling she ever experienced in her life, her big return turning out to be a complete nightmare...

[thesteedman]

What was normally considered to be a match made in heaven for the viewing pleasure of the audience was quickly turning into something much darker than what could have been predicted. A bikini match on paper sounded like a pleasant affair, watching two stunning ladies wrestle in a state of undress... In We Are LAW 2021, this hotly anticipated match was anything but desirable despite the choice of attire for both ladies. Rather, this was all clearly part of Stephanie Renauld's elaborate plan to get into Clara's mind upon what was supposed to be her triumphant return, turning the submission match into something of pure brutality.

This was not what the fans of LAW had wanted... and they let their thoughts become voice as they continued their uproar against the Baroness. The woman herself stood grounded in the center of the ring, with the fans current champion of the match caught in a devastating bearhug that would no doubt be remembered for some time. The Baroness' arms were locked near hellishly tight around Clara's waist in a brutal squeeze. The French Tyrant's arms could visibly be seen trembling with tension and tensing, putting in a horrendous amount of pressure upon the already worn down spine of the British beauty.

The sight of two bikini clad women in such an embrace would have normally been desirable, but instead it was a terrible sight to behold. The Baroness continued to squeeze down on the writhing Clara, looking like her intent was to crush the lightweight to death. What was worse was the pleasure the Baroness was taking from the despicable hold, as she continued to slowly dip Clara backwards, adding excruciating pressure upon the base of her spine as her lips continued to slowly caress and kiss deeply over her tensed and outstretched stomach.

"It is alright beautiful... you can give up here if you so wish." The Baroness near purred between the kisses. She looked to further stress the advice as her arms somehow seemed to tense up and slightly grow, adding more strength to the already debilitating hold. The Baroness gazed upon Clara with a longing sinister look, enjoying the feel of her struggling and writhing form as the Baroness began to slowly position herself and dip Clara more, forming her into a C like shape as her head was slowly nearing the canvas below.

The Baroness shivered in delight, feeling the clicks and creaks within Clara's vertebrae from the terrible positioning and pressure of the bearhug. The French monster of a woman began laughing out loud as she continued to crush Clara, slowly hoisting her back up again in a rough manner before doubling down on the bearhug. Again she slowly began to work on her bare midriff, rolling her tongue from below her navel upwards in a slow detestable manner, enjoying the taste and sensation of her prey.
"Scream for me... one more time before I end this..." The Baroness whispered in a sultry manner.

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A casual wrestling viewer would've likely expected a bikini affair to be a cute bit of cheesecake, a friendly competition designed less for full on show of skill, but rather for the appearances of the two beautiful women in the match...

...and those people have been in for an awakening as both women struggled to defeat one another, Clara trying to vanquish a tormenting demon, while the Baroness aimed to completely annihilate her. The way Clara's spine bent by this point was not natural, and the LAW faithful grew fearful that even if Clara were to win, her another hiatus might not be too far away...

Clara didn't believe a single word of her nemesis. She knew that, if she tapped out, Stephanie would continue the torture, refs and security be damned. Her only true way out was to force her to release the hold. Tears rolled down her eyes as she bit her lip...and as she felt something warm and viscous in her throat.

The Baroness's tongue going on her stomach was the thing that finally woke her up. She would not allow the Baroness to humiliate her like that:

"Let...me...go!"

To accentuate the final word, Clara threw her fist right at Stephanie's jaw, similar to what happened to their last encounter as a similar punch practically knocked the Baroness out!

[thesteedman]

The Baroness had been so focused on having her way with her captive that she completely neglected the reality that Clara Gaster was not to be underestimated. It was a notion that cost her victory in their last match, and right now she was reminded quickly what Clara was capable of when backed into a corner... The Baroness had been enjoying teasing Clara with kisses upon her straining midriff, and as such she had become distracted by her own twisted antics, giving Clara the chance to rally through the pain after such despicable acts from Stephanie. The young British warrior was able to fight against the arch, bringing her body back up before slamming a swift strike against the Baroness' jaw.

It was only that the Baroness' face was pressed up against Clara's stomach that reduced the damage of what had easily been the same knockout punch Clara landed last time. The Baroness grimaced, stumbling back as her grip loosened. It was all she could do to stay on her feet, clearly rocked by the sudden and deadly strike of Clara. This time... it wasn't just a random punch either that she was on the wrong end of at the wrong time... No... luck wasn't a factor here, Clara had been working on her striking game? Clara was almost free of the deadly bearhug, her thighs pressing against Stephanie's hips to try and separate the two, whilst the Baroness could feel Clara winding up for another punch.

The twisted Baroness would not have it though, and before another strike could come, the French Tyrant reclaimed her hold with much more vigour and dark intent to cause harm. Her face notably soured with anger, and no longer was her intention to kiss and have her way with Clara to humiliate her like moments before. No... she was trying to crush the near life out of her opponent now, and the difference in the hold became visible at once. Her arms tensed up and pulled in against Clara's lower spine, causing Clara to arch into a C like shape before her second strike could earn her freedom!

As Clara tried to regain her composure, the Baroness crushed her again, grinding down against her stunning form, once more forcing Clara into another C shape with a deadly squeeze against her already worn down spine. It was clear the Baroness was no longer messing around, the anger of her expression making her intent very much clear. She had no words for Clara right now, only a deadly stare of malicious intent after such a powerful strike. Little did the Baroness know however that her position from the centre of the ring had changed... and though Clara was in absolute agony.. the ropes were not too far away from her reach.

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The punch relaxed Baroness's grip, and as such, the pain at Clara's spine did not feel as bad. It wasn't leaving as quickly however, as she fiercely looked down on the Baroness, the woman stumbling a few meters before catching herself...

Clara would already wind up another fist as the Baroness as Stephanie reapplied her hold, the British woman screaming out in pain! She could swear the bearhug's strength was redoubled. There was no more taunting kisses from the Baroness, the woman seemed determined to simply end the Shadow Lord here and now...

...except she had made a critical error.

In her stumble, she managed to get the two of them very close to the ropes. All that Clara had to do is fight through, biting her lip to try and ignore the pain just for a second, outstretching her hand to reach the rope! She wondered, however, if she had made a critical mistake by doing so...

[thesteedman]

Normally such a rope break would grant salvation in any other match. Thus far, the two wrestlers had silently acknowledged a ladies agreement that rope breaks would still be valid... and Clara look to take advantage of that agreement as she was barely able to grasp onto the top rope. The Baroness eased her grip slightly, realising that Clara had managed to grasp onto it. A dark look befell her eyes however, as she turned to Clara and simply smiled at her in a sinister manner. Suddenly her arms began to tighten once more, pouring deadly pressure upon Clara's core as she was pulled in deeper into the bearhug. Her bare stomach meshed against that of Stephanie's, as the grip changed, meshing their chests together to press near flat.

The bearhug felt more powerful and painful than before. The referee noticed the Baroness pulling Clara away from the ropes in a rough manner before she began to double down on the hold, near beginning to crouch as she arched and dipped Clara within her crushing grasp! The crowd were at high volume, expressing their distain as the Baroness broke the honoured agreement now that she had Clara where she wanted her. The Ref could do nothing about it as she shook her head in displeasure... her purpose there was just to acknowledge a submission from either of the girls, and as such she could not even scold Baroness.

"A rope break? Do not be so absurd Clara." The Baroness whispered, once more going in for a long lick against Clara's neck and collarbone as she was dipped back within her arms. She knew Clara would not be able to last long in this hold... and she could not help but shiver in delight, feeling all of Clara's stunning form slowly grinding up against her own scantily clad body from the bearhug! The Baroness slowly became more confident that victory was fast going to be hers...
"Only one thing will stop this Clara... you know the words..." Stephanie whispered, slowly pulling her arms in around Clara's waist a little more, aiming for that final and prolonged squeeze that would leave her victim screaming for mercy!

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Clara's fears were confirmed as the Baroness refused to honor their agreement. For a moment, it seemed like she will, relaxing the hold, bring the Brit lower down...only for the Baroness to clamp the hold down again, bringing the two women's chests and stomachs together as the Baroness tried to squeeze the life out of her British foe. Clara once again fought from releasing tears from pain, while Baroness continued to taunt her rival, running her tongue on Clara's body, while talking and whispering smack against her.

Silently, Clara lifted her hand that wasn't holding the rope...

...and smashed it straight into Baroness's jaw.

And again...

...and again.

Clara started launching punches at Stephanie's face with fury: "Let...me...go!"