Clara GASTER vs Baroness - Bikini Match

[thesteedman]

"Such violent and detestable words coming from such delightful lips... I wonder what the watching crowds would think of you if they could hear you now... if they could see and listen to you... the real you." The Baroness whispered, pacing with an arrogance in her step, doing everything she could to ignore the stabbing pains that ran through her neck and each stinging breathe she took from near being choked out. Her body was strained, her soft skin rolling in beads of sweat from the exhausting match both wrestlers had been through. For all her acting and posturing, Clara could see the Baroness was hurt... small little ticks of expressions all but revealed she was in a bad state... but Clara was feeling somehow she had ended up worst off herself. Despite her condition, the Baroness was still mobile, and was not lacking of strength after such a big slam. Her grin remained as she glared at Clara through her scruffy fringe, leaning down to grab a handful of Clara's hair.

With a sharp and forceful tug, she dragged Clara up to her feet, pulling her close once again. This time she neared Clara, seizing her slender form with one arm and pulling her bikini clad body uncomfortably close, before her free hand began to gently cup at her chin and caress her cheek. Her face neared Clara's, so much so that she could feel her hot breathe against her cheek as she leaned in to whisper.
"I think that means you and I are closer than you realise... since you've only shown your true colours to me that makes me very special doesn't it? I'm starting to believe that perhaps there is some magic here between us, that you enjoy feeling how you do now... that you enjoy me." The Baroness teased, no doubt using her usual mind games to try and bore into Clara's mentality. In a grotesque manner, she slowly licked over Clara's face, trailing her tongue over the scratch she had left over one of her eyes, lapping up the line of blood. No doubt Clara would protest, but she looked to use her struggle as momentum for what she had planned next!

As Clara made some space between herself and Baroness, it gave the French Tyrant a keen opportunity to ram her fist into her bare stomach. The impact made Clara double over, allowing for the Baroness to force her head down further, positioning herself to have her legs over her head. Leaning downwards, the Baroness wrapped her arms around that slender core of Clara's, gripping tightly and squeezed hard with both her arms around her midriff and her thighs upon her head for a good few seconds. With a smile in her eye, the Baroness then hoisted Clara upwards with a frightening amount of ease, as if she weighed nothing, flipping Clara upwards so that her legs would swing into her shoulders.

Last time, Clara was able to reverse such a move, but after being squeezed briefly, the Brit was no doubt stunned and disorientated... It allowed the Baroness to hoist her upwards a little higher, bringing herself up to her own tiptoes, before kicking up off her legs, and bringing Clara downwards with terrible momentum. The entire ring shook when Clara landed back first against the mat, being hit with a devastating powerbomb from the Baroness. The crowd were nearing a state of riot, as the Baroness took her time, shifting to her knees besides Clara, admiring her work as she traced her hand over Clara's midriff.

"It's almost over now beautiful... I think one more... and then we'll move to the real Main Event of tonight." The Baroness whispered so that only Clara could hear her.

[Vc0m]

Was I selfish of her to hate someone? She tried to be as positive a person as she could be with all her opponents, no matter how much she disliked them. Was she truly a monster if she hated 1 person making her life actively worse, 1 person who she wanted to see destroyed?

Even if Clara couldn't stand up on her own strength, the Baroness would force her to get up, tugging on her long raven black hair, before lightly trapping her with her arm, and seizing her chin with her hand. Clara's vision returned to a point, so she saw the face of her hated rival.

And to Baroness's teases and mind games, she only had one answer, as she slapped Stephanie across the cheek! The attack was too weak however, Baroness practically ignoring the hit as she trailed her tongue across Clara's wounds from the earlier scratch, no matter how many punches the Brit unleashed on her foe's back.

Clara's attacks stopped in response to a hard punch to her stomach. Already breathless, Clara did her best to stay on her feet as Baroness captured her once more, trapping her head between her thighs, before Bing lifted up...as far as she could be. Clara was powerless to stop the subsequent Powerbomb, her hurting spine exploding in pain as she stayed at the bottom.

Her mouth was agape, wanting to scream but unable to...

[thesteedman]

The Baroness began to pace around the ring, doing something she rarely ever did, and that was acknowledge the existence of the crowd. Such was the near deafening chants for Clara that it was too hard for the Baroness to ignore any longer. Even with their heroine currently downed as she was, writhing in agony from the devastating powerbomb... they still chanted for her, desperate for her to rally, to attain a resurgence and give the Baroness exactly what they felt she deserved. It worked before... but the Baroness took one look upon Clara and knew... it would not work again. What would normally be an influential moment, was naught but white noise to Clara... such was the pain her body was now in.

The Baroness merely smiled.. before laughing at the crowd. There was a sense of insanity to the way in which she laughed combined with the unkempt appearance and disturbing expressions upon her beautiful features. Where Clara had snatched victory from the jaws of defeat, it seemed that the tables were turned. Clara had all but sealed victory by locking in the Dead End, and yet somehow the Baroness had been able to endure for a long time and even escape when Clara let her guard down.

The Baroness scoffed at the efforts of the chanting audience, giving them no more attention before returning to her work at hand. She bit on her lower lip in a seductive yet sinister manner as she simply watched Clara for now, enjoying the sight of her glistening form, clad in no more than a bikini outfit as was required in the stipulation of this match. She slowly placed her foot against her back, pressing down against her spine when Clara had tried to rise. There was something intoxicating about watching her prey suffer and struggle as she did... This was what she had wanted the first time she had faced off against Clara... before being denied by that right hook!

Not this time...

This time she had Clara all to herself. Once more grabbing a hand full of the Brit's hair, the French Tyrant pulled with brutal and frightening ease, hoisting Clara up to her feet. She gave her no time to react or breathe or even blink before she wrapped her arms around her body from the side, pulling her inwards in a single motion in what looked like the beginnings of a backdrop... However... once more showing off the strength of her new more powerful form, she popped Clara upwards with terrible strength, so high that she was able to catch her as she went upwards in a press like manner whilst she faced upwards into the air.

With a downward motion, the Baroness revealed she was not the only one to be training her form, as she move with a deftness not seen before from her usual style of wrestling. Whilst Clara was pulled down, the Baroness dropped with her, curling herself up to land upon her back with her knees tucked and poised below Clara. Clara landed in an agonising C like shape over the knees of the Baroness, before the momentum took her upwards and away to fall to the mat, having been spiked into a Lumber Check backbreaker move. If the powerbomb hadn't have ended Clara's chances of victory... then it seemed the Lumber Check was all but certain to bring an end to the struggle.

The Baroness slowly shifted to her knees, looking upon Clara with a exhausted... but devilish smile. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breathe... her skin glistened from the long drawn out match in which both ladies were clearly giving it their all... but the end was near... the Baroness could sense it. She could slam and toss Clara in the ring all day if she wanted... but that wouldn't end the match... Only a submission hold was going to end this...

[Vc0m]

Baroness was entirely correct. Literally, the crowd's chants for her sounded like white noise through the filter of pain as Clara laid on the canvas. Her vision blurry, her sense of smell distorted, her hearing muted, her taste feeling metalic, the only thing she could feel was the pain running through her spine...

She barely managed to turn on her front, unconcerned about Stephanie's playing to the crowd. She tried to use her arms and legs to lift herself up, pain be damned...only for the Baroness to push her foot onto the middle of Clara's back, dropping her right back down to the ground, Baroness trapping the Brit in place as if she were a butterfly nailed to a wall.

Soon enough, Baroness would yank Clara up by her hair, Clara rasping a quiet yelp as some air returned to her lungs - more than like, it was going to be leaving soon. She was pushed high...very high up into the air, Baroness first lifting her on her shoulders, and then up into a Gorilla Press position, Clara barely able to realize how high she was in the air, the only indicator being the blurry image in her eyes.

Finally, she was dropped...and the impact was swift and vicious.

Once again, she was unable to scream as she was dropped over Baroness's knees, her mouth in a simple O shape as her spine exploded with wild pain. Between her lack of oxygen and the pain, how was she still awake, she wondered as she rolled onto her arms and legs.

Her lungs forced her to suck in air, as something was stuck in her throat. Barely managing to cough it out, she saw a blurry red image in her eyes. One more cough - the small image got slightly bigger, as Clara coughed out blood from the punishment she endured so far...

[thesteedman]

The Baroness watched Clara with dark intent. She remained on her knees for now, her chest rising and falling with each deep breathe as her soft skin glistened, catching the glare of the studio spotlights above. Her hair hung over her eyes in an unkempt manner, giving the French Tyrant a sinister look that would be remembered for a long time, especially upon a night like this on the biggest PPV of the LAW. The eruption of rage from the crowd were nothing to Baroness, as her focus was only upon her prize, that which she was denied last time. She licked her lips slowly, and began to crawl in a strangely alluring manner towards Clara, like some form of spider approaching its trapped prey upon the web. The British hopeful was going nowhere... she lay, writhing... stunned from the agony from the series of power moves the Baroness had put her through with no regard to her spine and the potential for injury.

Blood was visible upon her lips, after she was left coughing... indicating that Clara had some form of internal damage! The sight was one of grave concern for those watching, as well as the ref, who could do nothing until Clara submitted. All present could only watch in horror as the Baroness slowly and near seductively began to slide over Clara in a near serpentine manner... making sure to get a good feel of her bikini clad form as she pressed up against her and slowly mounted over the Brit's down form. The movement and positioning forced Clara onto her back, as for a moment the Baroness straddled over her hips. She smiled, running her hands over her chest and trailing her fingers with a deep caress downwards over her straining stomach. Given her current condition... Clara could do little to stop the Baroness having her way with her as she slowly reached down to grasp at Clara's head with both hands.

She began to pull her up close, their faces coming together mere centimetres apart... as if the Baroness was about to kiss Clara! That all changed however when she wrapped her arms tightly around her head, pulling her face deep between her breasts in a smother like hold. The Baroness then leaned backwards, bringing Clara's body closer to her own, the purpose of her positioning to bury Clara's core deeper between Stephanie's thighs. Once she leaned back enough, all present and all those watching could audibly hear the impact of the Baroness' legs once they clamped around Clara's waist. Once her body scissor was secure, the Baroness released Clara from the smother, allowing her to arch right back as the Baroness locked on her unique and devastating finishing hold!

The Baroness leaned back, shivering with absolute delight, watching Clara as she shifted to be flat on her knees! There was no holding back, as the Baroness tightened her deadly embrace upon her, letting her long and shapely legs tighten agonisingly so, quite literally forcing a few clicks and creaks from Clara's spine as she did so! The Baroness near moaned in delight... this was what she had been waiting for, and seeing the scantily clad Clara, trapped in her bodyscissors was everything she dreamed of, watching her writhe and struggle in absolute agony, whilst her body strained and tried to endure the impossible building pressure around her core. There would be no lucky punches this time... the Baroness had made certain to weaken Clara so that she was now her prisoner!

"I have you!.... You're mine!! You're finally mine!!" The Baroness sang in delight, briefly pulling on her own ankles to further tighten her hold upon Clara, before once again leaning back... and simply enjoying the show!

[Vc0m]

Clara dropped on her side, bending her back to try and escape from the endless pain in her spine, but it was all fruitless. All she wanted was for the pain to be over. All she wanted was to get out from this humiliation by her hated rival...but as Baroness crawled towards her, it seemed like her torture was not going to end.

The Baroness crawled atop the Brit, forcing her to look at her from the top down position...or would've had her eyes not still been clouded by pain from Stephanie clawing at her eyes. The caressing of her stomach actually would cause more pain, the shiver going down her back making her open her mouth in pain.

Baroness forced Clara to sit up, to look straight into her icy cold eyes and smile. All that was on Clara's mind was hate for the woman...and no strength left to fight against her attacks. She was free to do with Clara as she wished, as she brought her face into her chest to smother her. Clara's already laboured breath got panicked, but she had no strength left to flail to get out.

Then the bodyscissors was locked in.

Her spine exploded. Even the release from the smother didn't help as Clara's ribs and her spine were crushed under the pressure of the Frenchwoman's powerful thighs. Her mouth was open, she couldn't breath in any air...but was forced to cough both it and droplets of blood out of her mouth. Her eyes poured in tears, both from the earlier scratch and the endless agony she was experiencing. The ref grew concerned about ending the match right here...and all throughout Clara's misfortune, the Baroness laughed and sang in delight like an evil witch...

[thesteedman]

The Baroness leaned upon her elbows, watching with dark intent as Clara's body was slowly crushed between her powerful legs. The Baroness had a unique bodyscissor lock that made her finishing hold, in that she didn't straighten her legs like one normally did. Instead her legs simply enclosed all around the body, almost like a yoga pose, squeezing from all sides like a constrictors coil! It was a technique she had mastered against many unfortunate ladies, and often her Maid's were subjected to this hold when she trained and strengthened her legs.

The result was what Clara was now forced to endure as the crowd raged on and chanted for the Brit to escape! The lock was agonisingly tight, and any attempt to pry against her thighs only made the Baroness enclose her legs tighter when it felt like they could not wrap around anymore! The Baroness's calves were crossed and digging excruciatingly into Clara's lower spine which had recieved most of the work and damage, whilst tensing thighs pressed in against Clara's form, constricting her in an oppressing embrace. The pressure was constant, only growing each few seconds... The Baroness had turned a basic move that was often mostly used in addition to a main submission... into a move of total devastation and torture!

A few more clicks and creaks began to sound from Clara's spine, as her body was being tested to the limits of what it could physically endure with such growing pressure. The Baroness merely licked her lips... the silent scream from Clara's parting lips was music to her ears! She near shivered in delight, watching Clara's body writhe and her bare stomach tense in a feeble effort to try and endure the growing squeeze. Her tears... the trickle of blood droplets... it was all perfect. The Baroness wanted to keep this going as long as she could.

"This could have all been avoided a year ago Clara. If you just accepted your fate way back then, we would not be here now. You would be over this... it would be nothing more than a bad memory that perhaps would have even helped you to grow stronger. Instead you had to fight me, humiliate me... and you were fortunate to get away with it all... nothing more." The Baroness began to whisper with a delicate tone, biting on her lower lip as she tightened her scissors just a little more around Clara's exposed midriff. The feel of her body against her own was intoxicating, prompting the Baroness to adjust her grip tightly, just to get a feel of her soft glistening flesh against her own.

"I have lost time to make up for. An entire year that you denied me when you ran away like a coward instead of granting me the rematch I deserved!" The Baroness hissed, recalling all the pent up rage that it caused her to discover Clara had gone into a long hiatus from wrestling. Again... her legs somehow tightened more.
"I will be denied no longer. You don't know how long I've waited to do this to you, to see your beautiful face sour in pain and fear, to see those eyes of yours flow as they do now when defeat is all but certain. I want you to scream for me Clara... I need you to scream... and then I'll let you go."

[Vc0m]

The hell continued for Clara. Pain wasn't something she could get used to, but something else was being depleted as the hold continued - her willpower. The last few things she managed to survive, to persevere out of spite for the Baroness. She didn't want to give her any satisfaction of a win over her, especially after how much she went through to get here. But between her tearful eyes, bleeding face and mouth...she was out of options.

So why didn't she tap right now? Maybe she was waiting for a miracle. A resurgence of strength she had in her previous match against the villainous woman. But no matter how long she waited...it wasn't coming.

"Ah...Aaaaagh...", her body forced out a groan with what little oxygen remained in it. She weekly pawed at Baroness's legs to no avail. Her arms had no strength left in them.

Baroness started to speak to her. How this was all her fault, how she should've allowed her to win the last match...how she shouldn't have run away...how she wanted to see her in pain and scream.

And with each sentence the hold got tighter and tighter. Clara didn't realize this could have been so painful...

In her thoughts, her past self resurfaced. One who hid behind a mask when going in wrestling got tough, one who barely survived the Baroness originally:

"All of that was for nothing. Just quit...quit or you will get hurt...or worth..."

Fear took over, and her scared former self made the thoughts of the miracle disappear.

"Aaaaaagh...I..."

The ref immediately jumped to Clara, just to hear the final words to end this brutal affair:

"I-I...I quit...", she would say, tapping on Stephanie's leg: "L-let me...go..."

"RING THE BELL! STEPHANIE, GET OFF HER NOW!", the ref screamed...fearful that either or both her words would fall on deaf ears.

DING DING DING

The first part, however, was heard by the time keeper.

[thesteedman]

The Baroness' grip did not ease even in the slightest once she felt the tap of Clara's hand against her thigh, nor when the plea for release came from Clara's quivering lips...

The demands from the referee amongst the absolute chorus of jeers only made Stephanie's expression sour, that a peasant like this would dare tell her what to do. Baroness' theme song began to play at high volume, just following the echoes of the bell that signalled the end of the match... like some form of suggestion that this was all over, that Baroness should simply let go of Clara, revel within her victory and leave.

No...

The Baroness would not have it. She was far from done here. The referee had the audacity to try and grip at the Baroness' legs, trying to help pry them apart from around the body of her prey. Her demands were for Baroness to release her, to which Stephanie simply reached forward, grasping her by her shirt before casting her away so hard, the ref bounced awkwardly from the turnbuckle before collapsing against the mat in a stunned manner. The bell began to ring again, more furiously and louder... but what could a bell do against the Baroness? The stipulation was no DQ... and that meant the decision could not be turned around.

The Baroness adjusted herself, pulling Clara's waist deeper into her hold, before somehow tightening even greater then before. Slowly and methodically her grip continued to constrict and build against Clara's waist, once more causing a few horrific clicks and pops to sound from Clara's spine.
"I told you beautiful... I'm making up for lost time..." The Baroness whispered in a sultry manner, running a hand over Clara's cheek. The smile that formed on the Baroness' lips was dark, twisted and sinister. The French Tyrant was a remarkable woman in build and in beauty, certainly considered to be amongst the most alluring on the LAW Roster... it was with grave regret that she was so twisted, perverse and quite frankly evil.

She cleared a few locks of hair from over Clara's eyes, getting a good look upon her pained expression. She could feel Clara's body becoming more compressed between her thighs, being squeezed dangerously hard that internal injury and damage to her spine was fast becoming possible! The Baroness watched with intent, enjoying the feel of Clara's feeble struggles, breathing softly against her cheek as she held Clara as if she was a long lost lover. A line of blood began to seep from the corner of Clara's lip, just as the grip tightened a little bit more. The Baroness kept the pressure up, waiting for the inevitable scream from her prey.

The moment her bloodied lips would part, would be the moment the Baroness would lean in, pulling Clara uncomfortably closer to press her lips against her own. Her intent was to steal a kiss from her prey, one that was passionate and possessive! All whilst she threatened to near squeeze the career out of Clara's slender and failing form with her devastatingly powerful bodyscissors!

The Baroness would not be denied this time...

[Vc0m]

Before she tapped, a small, little bit of fear crossed Clara's mind: "What if she doesn't..."

She tapped before she could finish the thought. The pain was that unbearable by this point...but it proved true. Baroness would choose not to release the deadly vice grip on Clara's torso.

The fear settled in. Baroness wasn't worried about the Brit's well being. If she got hurt? She wouldn't care. Clara coughed out bloody drops, and her vision got blurrier and blurrier, her body begging for escape from pain. The referee's attempts to save her proved completely fruitless. Her legs didn't move an inch, and Baroness casted the zebra striped shirted woman away. Her senses were so out of sync with her mind, the British woman couldn't even tell whether the ringing she hurt was the bell, or in her head.

And yet the pain got worse, and the hold got tighter. The cracks of her spine were actually louder than the ringing of the bell to the Brit. She couldn't make out what Baroness told her, barely feeling her touch on her cheek. She wouldn't even realize that Baroness was so close to her, not even able to feel the warm air out of Baroness's lungs...

...but she would feel the bloody kiss. The moment she opened her mouth as it tried to force a groan out of her in response to pain, her mouth would be seized for Baroness's control...and Clara, too weak to resist, wouldn't be able to put any resistance against Baroness.

For a brief moment of time, Clara Gaster truly believed she was going to die.