Stephanie "Baroness" Renaud vs Clara Gaster - Hell on Apex

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Fatigue settled in, and Clara was getting closer and closer to being knocked out from how long she couldn’t breathe…with Baroness’s face approaching her closer and closer. The Brit looked up, barely able to hear the rattling of the cage above her due to the roar of the crowd, looking at how irate Kay was at her treatment. Clara wanted to tap…wanted for the torture to be over…but she couldn’t. She’d rather die than force a humiliation like this on her girlfriend…

Worse yet, Baroness continued her sensual mind games, her hand running through Clara’s hair, as the Brit could barely mutter: ”S-stop…”, to her hated rival. Baroness’s lips now touched Clara’s, the Shadow Lord closing her mouth shut as she tried to push her foe’s head away…only for the Frenchwoman to tighten the hold. No matter how tightly closed she tried to keep her mouth closed, Clara involuntarily moaned in pain…

…with her lips immediately being taken by the Baroness.

With her unable to take any kind of breath, and further humiliation from the kiss, Clara’s vision darkened, as her arms fell…with her resistances failing…

[thesteedman]

The Baroness moaned herself when Clara stopped moving within her deadly embrace. Those legs had squeezed the near life out of her, whilst the kiss sapped any ability to breathe. In normal circumstances, this would have been enough to end the match via knock out, but the conditions of this Hell on Apex match were very specific. The Baroness did not care... she knew it would be a task to make Clara tap knowing what was on the line, but she enjoyed such a challenge. Everyone had a breaking point, and Clara was no exception. A few minutes would pass as the Baroness would indulge herself upon Clara, kissing just a little bit deeper, squeezing her with her unnaturally powerful thighs. The sensation of Clara's midriff slowly succumbing to her near serpentine constriction was enough to make her shiver with delight...

The crowd were in full blown riot, their rage so audible it could be heard for miles from the stadium.
"Let her go!" Drifter roared out, rattling her cage in a violent manner. It brought a smile to the Baroness' lips, listening to the despair from Clara's lover as she took the spoils of her catch... She could have done this all day, squeezing and kissing Clara. It still would not win her the match though. After what felt like a dangerous amount of time to leave Clara virtually breathless, the Baroness would finally relent her grip in a slow and methoical manner, remaining close to the passed out Clara as she could not help but slide down her bikini clad form, slipping a few soft and sensual kisses over her bare midriff.
"<It's time to wake up beautiful.>" The Baroness would whisper, gathering Clara into her arms before she would stand up.

It was then the crowd would look in horror, as the Baroness cradled Clara close like the two had just been wed and were leaving for the night.. that was until the Baroness showed off her strength, hurling Clara upwards with frightening ease to shift her grip into a press upon the lightweight wrestler. Taking a few big strides, the Baroness soon tossed Clara with great strength, straight out of the ring towards the steel bars of the Hell in the Cell cage itself! Watching Clara clash hard against the cold hard steel had the crowd roaring in rage, as Kay herself gasped out in horror at the display of brutality. To see Clara being subjected to such tortures was too hard for Kay to bare, her fists clenching tightly as her teeth gritted. She had to fight back tears... she knew she could not give the French Tyrant the satisfaction.

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Clara couldn't lose by knockout. As painful as her awakening would be, the ref knew she couldn't call the match now...as much as she wanted to. She could only call it when she believed one of or both competitors' lives was in danger.

The only feeling the barely conscious Brit had was disgust. Baroness's kiss against her will sent shivers down her hurting spine, as she wanted to beat her up...wanted to make her pay for every violation she inflicted upon her...

Baroness slowly released her out of the hold, only visible movement from the Brit being her chest, her body trying to make up for being deprived of fresh oxygen for so long. Her eyes were closed, now fully passed out, as Baroness delivered warm kisses to her bare midriff…but Clara couldn’t feel this anymore…

…but soon enough, she was in for a very rude awakening.

Baroness first cradled…and then pressed Clara against her body, marching to the edge of the ring…and throwing her clear out of it over the ropes, straight into the steel cage!

”GYAAAAA—-AAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAH!!!”

Instantly, as the fires of pain reawakened in her body, Clara woke up, as her spine hit the steel cage…before she roughly fell onto the outside floor of the enclosed ringside on her ribs, writhing on the floor in pain!

[thesteedman]

It was a sound the Baroness never grew tired of listening too. The screams from Clara Gaster. She smiled in a dark manner, listening to Clara before she slowly began to make her way outside of the ring. Her movements were slow and arrogant, bearing a seductive nature whilst the silver haired French Tyrant took her time. She slipped out of the ring, before approaching where the bikini clad beauty lay writhing. No doubt her back was still in agony from the brutal trademark hold of the Baroness she had to endure, whilst being woken up by getting flung across steel certainly did not help either.

Biting her lower lip, the Baroness would reach down, looking to grasp Clara by her hair. The crowd were all showing their displeasure as they had since the beginning, as the Baroness slipped Clara's head between her legs, squeezing tightly with those very alluring yet ever so dangerous legs. The Baroness giggled, leaning down to wrap her arms around the intoxicating midriff of Clara's, before she looked to hoist her upwards onto her shoulders in a sheer display of power, before looking to slam Clara back first with a powerbomb against the cage wall once more! It seemed the Baroness was showing no mercy in this brutal matchup!

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She hated fighting Stephanie. Even the worst women she ever faced, even Yoko, for as mocking as she was to her during their matches, had a modicum of restraint…Baroness simply crushed what she could get her hands on, including Clara…including Kay. Now she laid on the ground, her spine and ribs feeling as if they were powder. Breathing still hurt, despite the fact that Clara was out of the hold…she couldn’t keep this up for long. Ref still retained the right to declare a TKO victory to Baroness if she thought Clara was completely unable to defend herself…

She groaned as Stephanie grabbed her by her hair, no doubt for further punishment…she worried what would happen had Baroness got her hands on a weapon…

…right as Clara thought that, her arm brushed against a wooden stick.

She grabbed it, and lifted it up, as if guided by someone or something else.

The stick she got from Alice must’ve ended up at the edge of the ring at some point. And now, it was her only way out. Only way to survive this battle.

She swung the Kendo stick up…and rammed it right on top of Stephanie’s head!

[thesteedman]

Just as the Baroness attempted to hoist Clara upwards into the powerbomb position did the British superstar make her move. She did not notice the lightweight beauty grasp upon the fallen Kendo Stick, a small amount of fortune finally befalling the tortured soul. Just as Baroness was in mid motion, Clara sprung her attack, managing to use the dangerous stick before she slammed it down with precision upon Baroness' head! The strike was heard throughout all the arena, prompting a massive eruption of cheering from the watching Newcastle crowd. The Baroness staggered back and hit the cage wall, allowing Clara to drop safely down onto her feet.

The Baroness checked the top of her head to see if blood was drawn, but so far she had been fortunate. A look of darkness befell the features of the Baroness as she glared upon Clara, seeing her holding the Kendo stick much akin to the sibling she crushed some weeks ago. There was still fight in Clara... much more than she anticipated given all she had endured... not just in this match, but in the long years prior. A darker smile spread across the lips of the Baroness, seeing Clara resort to such tactics and desperation.
"It seems I also bring out the darker side of you too. I would have thought you would have wanted to defeat me with honour... Look at you now." The Baroness would grimace through gritting teeth, clearly still in pain from the Kendo Stick strike.

"Don't listen to her Clara! You fight the way you have too! She would not hesitate to do the same!! She's a bully and nothing more! She uses Maids to help her! Remember who you are up against!" Drifter would shout out from the cage in the ring. She was done allowing Baroness to play her mind games. Drifter knew she was trapped... but she was not helpless. She could help Clara in this way, knowing she could counter anything the Baroness had to say to Clara! The Baroness winced, and then advanced upon Clara, looking to try and tackle her right into the side of the ring if she was not quick enough to react!

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Clara last faced the Baroness last around 2 years ago. And what a difference 2 years have made for the raven haired Brit. 2 years ago she would hardly believe stooping to the level of her rival, stooping to the level she promised to never crossed after she hurt her sister…but time finds a way to change a person.

Cheers erupted at the hit as Clara got off the Baroness, barely finding her way to her feet…barely managing to keep balance. It hurt to stand for Clara, her spine hurting at her simply being in place over all the punishment inflicted upon it. Stephanie glared at her…and smiled. She acknowledged the fact that she broke her…acknowledged the fact that she brought her over the brink of her morals…

Kay reassured her from above. She was right. No matter how low she stooped…Baroness was worse.

She swung her stick again at Baroness’s head, crowd exploding in cheers once more!

“Honour”,, Clara would almost hiss the word, before ramming the Kendo Stick into the Frenchwoman’s stomach!

”You humiliated me countless times…”, Clara would explain, stepping to ram the stick into the Baroness’s back!

”You hurt my sister!”

SMACK!

”You kidnapped my girlfriend!”

SMACK!

”IN WHAT FUCKING WORLD DO YOU DESERVE HONOUR?!”

With each sentence, Clara rammed the stick into Stephanie’s back…but after the last sentence, she started ramming it onto her, again and again, with reckless abandon, unleashing the rage she kept bottled inside over the past 5 years!!!

[thesteedman]

The first blow had been bad enough, but the ones that followed held a ferocity untold as the rage within Clara over the long months and even years of Baroness' torment began to bubble to the surface all at once. The following blow, Clara swung with such anger that she was able to bypass Baroness' attempt at a guard, hitting her at the side of the head in brutal fashion. It sent the Baroness into the side of the ring, grimacing out as she managed to hold herself up barely. The next swing came hard, a piercing pain across her bare midriff as Clara slapped the weapon over her stomach in brutal fashion. The Baroness groaned out, doubling over, before she was hit in the back!

The emotions began to spill out of Clara, all the anger, all that rage becoming an anaesthetic to the present physical tortures that tormented Clara's back. That anger trumped any pains and ailments, with Clara going full swing. The crowd began to cheer loudly at the display... but those cheers slowly began to quieten when they could see the emotion combined with the brutality of Clara's comeback. No one held it against her... her screaming words painting a picture of why she felt as she did. After all the Baroness had done, it was understandable and to some point acceptable that what was happening... needed to happen. Yet, it was becoming increasingly uncomfortable and hard to watch, as Clara who had vowed not to use a weapon in such a fashion now wielded the Kendo Stick with a brutality even witnessed by her sister.

The Baroness crawled into the ring, Clara giving chase and clashing the kendo stick against her back, again and again and again. The kind of agony that the Baroness longed to inflict upon her prey was now being wrought onto her own form. The Baroness for the first time in the match began to show cracks in that imposing shell of hers, her alluring features awash with pain, loud grunts and cries emanating from her parting lips as Clara went berserk upon her.
"Clara!" Kay would call out in horror, the only voice of reason within the entire arena at this point. The crowd had long fallen still, cheers reduced to murmurs and concern.
"It's okay... It's alright... That's enough." Kay then tried to reassure her girlfriend. She was on her knees within the cage, her hand reaching out for her lover as she tried to console her from beyond her captivity.

"Is it?" A pained yet twisted and dark tone followed from the Baroness. For the first time in the match, the Baroness looked hurt. Her movements were slow, her body glistening. Agonising red marks were present all across her back as she had to use the turnbuckle to drag herself up to her feet. A little line of saliva trickled down the side of her mouth from the screams.. yet, despite looking in pain, and just about holding herself up, a dark look and a matching smile was still spread across her lips. Even worse... the Baroness began that familiar laugh that had become nightmarish to Clara and her lover.

"You see now do you not... you have a taste of what it is to be in my world. To inflict pain... and suffering with such reckless abandon. You know it is justified, you know it is righteous... you know how powerful it makes you feel... and how addictive it is. What is a few more hits with that little stick? You have already lost your humanity.. you are already on my level. You want to protect Katherine Scarlett from me? You want me to stop haunting you? You know what you have to do." The Baroness whispered, her tone unusually menacing, yet carrying all the presence of the Baroness despite her seemingly beaten form.
"It... will... never be enough..." The Baroness would finish with one wide eye, her other covered by her unkempt fringe.

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Clara unleashed her rage upon Baroness, hit after hit as Stephanie was finally overwhelmed by her attack, running away from the Kendo Stick wielding woman inside of the ring, Clara not stopping as she rammed the stick onto the ring apron, screaming: ”GET BACK HERE!”, at the Baroness, chasing her inside of the ring, as the crowd’s cheers turned more into a mixed reaction. Some folks disliked their hero turning to the side of anger like this…

Though the voice that would finally get to the Brit was that of her girlfriend, making her pause outside of the ring, making her mull over her words. Just a second ago, she encouraged her to beat against her archrival, for all she did to her. As Baroness ran, she saw her back redden where Clara struck. Was it really too much?

Then she thought of the other problem - she was giving in to anger. She let her worst self out because of the Baroness once again. She wanted to cry, wanted for this to just be over…

…but then Stephanie spoke.

She was visibly hurting as she got back to her feet, using a nearby turnbuckle, still trying to put on a brave face…and still laughing. Still goading Clara to stay on her level.

”It’s not addictive…not in the slightest. I am not as screwed up as you are, Steph…but it is justified…it is righteous…and I am gonna make you pay…”

Clara took a deep breath, and dashed at the Baroness in the corner: ”YOU WILL PAY FOR EVERYTHING YOU’VE DONE TO ME AND MY LOVED ONES!”, she said, swinging the stick over her head once more to ram it on top of the Baroness!

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”Clara don’t!” Kay called out loud, reaching through the bars of the cage that she was suspended in. She tried to stop her girlfriend from falling into the trap that the Baroness had laid. She sought to use her emotions against her, and regrettably her plans were about to come to fruition. That dark smiled Clara had become so familiar with manifested upon the lips of the French tyrant, when Clara carried all of her rage into the next oncoming strike. Despite being hurt from the earlier barrage, Clara’s anger would telegraph her latest strike. Before her sister’s Kendo stick could make impact against the skull of the Baroness, the woman herself had risen from the turnbuckle, stepping close before throwing up her arm to absorb the worst of the impact before Clara could gain any real momentum from the strike.

There was a brief pause, as the Baroness looked Clara deep in the eyes, blood tricking downwards from the side of her own forehead from one of the multiple strikes Clara had inflicted upon her. There was something always intimidating about the aura around the Baroness, but seeing her bloody with a darkened look within her eyes only made her all the more imposing. Her smile grew, as her head tilted, before she thrust it right into Clara’s own with a vicious head-butt, something that was quite uncharacteristic of the Baroness to perform. Looking to stun Clara with the brutal strike, the Baroness looked to yank the Kendo Stick from her hand, before she slipped it behind Clara’s lower back. With both hands on either side, she began to pull in, bringing Clara’s bare midriff to dock against Baroness in a unique bearhug where she used the Kendo Stick to squeeze Clara in a brutal and agonising fashion.

“You called me ‘Steph’. It almost makes it sound like we are good friends.” The Baroness mocked, pulling the stick hard to squeeze Clara harder against her own body.
“Let her go you witch!!” Drifter demanded, but her words were nothing but white noise to the Baroness whose focus was on Clara. She licked her lips, pulling Clara a little closer, squeezing her hard with the Kendo stick against Clara’s already worn down and tortured back.
“I wonder what will break first? Will it be your will?.. Will it be the Kendo Stick… or perhaps your spine?” The Baroness would almost sing, before adjusting her grip and pulling the Kendo Stick so hard it virtually began to dig deep into Clara’s lower back in agonising fashion!