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It seemed her show of defiance was not appreciated, her breast being squeezed like it was a balloon to pop. "AAA-Hnk-" She began to scream, only for Veronika to force her tongue into her mouth. Her blush grew, eyes squeezed shut, as the whistling crowd continued to take in the 'hot site.'

Not while she was still trapped in the kiss and fondling she was released and flopped on top if the dancer. She was happy to be free, but just what was her plan? Did she have something worse planned? If she did, Chris could only dread whatever it was. Maybe she'd just be pinned, revenge for her pin on Veronika.

Whatever it was, she just hoped it would stop this disgusting display her foe had her in.

Veronika smiled. It was all set into motion. Chris surely has deduced by now that this whole match was anything but:
A big trap.
And Chris, hurt physically and emotionally by her rival more then oncein this heated feud.
Chris was feeding of her victory at the first match, knowing that she brought down Veronika with her skills and had a well deserved and satisfying victory.
The crowd loved her and was at her corner the whole time, cheering her, chanting her name, applauding her, truely magnificent skills.
But all broke down with this single mistake she made, namely trusting Veronika to meet her in a fair match to test their abbilities.
But from the moment on, that Chris had pinned Veronika in their first encounter, unknowingly setting the spark to a nasty feud, that really got in motion at Veronikas talkshow "The Tell Tale Heart", where she insulted her, spanked her, humiliated her and broke a prop over her head sending her downed foe out on a stretcher.
And she intended to do exactly the same today, as the rockstar either dumb or crazy enough,or both, to accept this match, as everyone knew that this was one the Franco-Austrians specialities.
Any other opponent would have admired Chris willingness to do that match anyway, having no experience in it and such, but Veronika was'nt known to be a respectful person, in fact the only person she truly respected was herself and maybe her dog, also a creature she decided Chris was subpar too.

For her this was'nt a feud of respect for each other. It was pure filled with hate, envy and wanting to utter destroy her enemy.
Which she was about to as she raised her arm to a expecting crowd and snapped her slender fingers when it happened...
As if she had already won...her theme "Schwarze Witwe/Black Widowd" from the Band Eisbrecher started to play.
The slow, cool and very suggestive song blared through the speakers, filling the arena and getting some confused faces from the crowd as usually such a thing meant that one of the opponents had won the match, but Chris had refused to give or tapout and seeing her squirming and struggling weakly against Veronikas advances, it does'nt seem that a KO happend either.
But soon, when Veronika broke the kiss and wrapped her arms around the smaller womans body in a sleeper and her thick thighs wrapping around her slender midsection it became clear to anyone...
This was a well planned spot of Veronika, no even more, her carefully construated climax of this onesided bout...
The deep voice of the singer started exactly the same time as the Dancer started to tighten the grip slowly...
It was nothing less than the dreaded finisher of the Austrian Eagles Roster: "Eine kleine Nachtmusik!"

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=266t9czEWc4

Böses Mädchen
hab kein Mitleid mit mir
Gib mir die Peitsche
und ich danke es dir —
heut Nacht
(Bad girl,
don't have mercy on me.
Give me the whip,
and I will thank you,
tonight.)

Tighter...


Schwarze Göttin
lass mich dein Opfertier sein
Mach was du willst mit mir
Ich werd dir alles verzeihen —
heut Nacht
(Black goddess,
let me be your sacrifice.
Do what you want with me.
I will forgive you for everything,
tonight.)

Tighter...

Küss mich schwarze Witwe
Hab kein Mitleid mit mir heut Nacht
Friss mich schwarze Witwe
Komm spür mich
Ich will dich berühren
(Kiss me black widow.
Have no mercy on me tonight.
Feed on me, black widow.
Come feel me.
I want to touch you.)

Tighter...

When the song reached its first refrain, the whitehaired girl was locked into the dreaded hold
like a fly in the grip of spider, no way to escape, just waiting for the bite and the poison to slowly
drain the life of it.
The thighs of the Franco-Austrian clamping hard around the midsection of her opponent, while her arms, like some steelrods, were
hooked into each other, denying any bloodflow to the brain of her opponent.
But Veronika took care not to end it to fast, as this move was invented by one of the greatest Sadists alive, Countess Sia von Karnstein,
It could either end things in seconds or drag it out to minutes.
The cruel thing about it was the agonizing pain that was accomplished through the pushing of certain pressure points with the thighs and
the pain worked against the sleeper, in keeping the opponent concious, messing with their brains as the brain wanted to shut down from loss of blood and air but could'nt as it was busy sending warnsignals to the body in sharp, agonizing bursts...
The song moved on...

Schwarze Witwe
reiß mir das Herz aus der Brust
Beug dich in meinen Schoß
Lass mich krepieren vor Lust —
heut Nacht
(Black widow,
Tear my heart out of my chest.
Bend down into my lap,
Let me die from pleasure,
tonight.)


Keine Rettung
Ich trag dein Gift schon in mir
All meine Lebenskraft
versinkt im Abgrund der Gier —
heut Nacht
(No rescue,
I already carry your poison within me.
All my vitality,
sinks into the abyss of lust,
tonight.)

And when the second refrain started to come out of the big boxes of the arena, Veronika decided to end it as she tugged hard
on the neck of her hated rival, releasing the pressure points, making the brain pump out a stormflood of endorphines before blacking out, feeling the body of her opponent go limp she would hold on to the choke as the ref would come and raise the arm of the downed Rockstar...

Küss mich schwarze Witwe
Hab kein Mitleid mit mir heut Nacht

Drop...

Friss mich schwarze Witwe
Komm spür mich

Drop...

Ich will dich berühren

Drop...

The bell rang and it was over, Chris torture finally had come to an end...that meant her physical torture...the psychological terror was about to start as Veronika waited her sweet time for the song to end before shoving the lifeless body of her opponent in the mud next to her...
The fans were confused of how to react, they wanted to boo this woman who tricked her opponent into accepting to participate in this obvious trap...but then again, Veronika had presented some skillful wrestling and a great show. And wrestling was all about giving a good show...
So when the Dancer rised and raised her arms in victory, the crowd popped and cheered, hollered, whistled and clapped the efforts of the woman.
Chris hardcore fans would start a booing tirade but they could'nt do anything from stopping the neutral crowd from cheering so loud that their boos were mear little atonals in a big symphony, audible, but nothing to matter about in the grand picture...
The ref checked on Chris, shaking her and wanting to call the ring doctor as Veronika looked at her.
"Not yet...", she said and looked at her beaten rival...
Now the Humiliation was about to began...

Chris hadn't ever stood a chance. She'd fallen for Veronika's trap, and was paying the heavy price. From the show and her embarrassment, all the way up to this disgusting liplock, she had been a score perfectly played. While she had probably gotten a little more momentum than the dancer probably expected it was hardly enough to get her to escape.

And speaking of scores, a new one began at the Franco-Austrian's demand. To say was confused was an understatement. Veronika hadn't pinned herself accidentally, and even if she had the theme wasn't correct. But then everything fell into place as legs locked around her waist and arms around her neck. This wasn't a ballad of triumphant. It was a requiem for her end.

As the hold fully locked in, her eyes shot open, one arm trying in vain to remove the arm around her neck while the other reached fruitlessly towards the ropes. She could barely breath, unable to utter a single sound. It hurt like hell, and something told her that it was meant to. That Veronika could have had her out in seconds and instead chose to continue her torture. Her brain screamed at her in pain from the body scissor, but it equally cried out for the lack of oxygen or blood.

Her flailing attempts would lead to nothing but use up her remaining strength, her eyes fluttering shut after the second refrain and her head was cranked up. The rush of everything at once gave the brain a harsh shock, the rockstar finally knocked out. As the ref came over to check, the crowd buzzed in concern as the arm was raised once.

Plop

She raised it a second time, some people chanting Chris' name in hopes it may lead to a repeat of their first match.

Plop

As it raised a third time, the crowd grew silent, some in disbelief and others breathing a sigh in relief, believing the torture to be over.

Plop

The song ended and the bell rang, signaling the match's end. Her body remained in the hold long after the signal, wishing to hurt her psyche just a bit more. The crowd remained silent as the rocker was eventually shoved off into the unforgiving mud, only growing to life when Veronika got to her feet and raised her arms triumphantly. While a few cursed at her for the treatment of Chris, they were drowned out amongst the rest of the cheers. If Chris had been awake she would surely be touched.

The ref went to check on her, ready to call for the medical team, but Veronika stopped her. While it was true the match ended, there was still something that had to be done. Even if she felt Chris had been humiliated enough, the ref knew she wasn't allowed to stop the Franco-Austrian.

So with reluctance she would back off, leaving the unconscious, mud covered rocker to whatever fate lay in store for her.

Veronika took a long and satisfied breath, the whole tension of the match falling down from her as the ref let the arm of her unconcious rival plop into the floor a third time, ending the match and cementing Veronikas victory of her rival.
"1-1....bitch.", she said and shoved the smaller wrestler of her, slowly rising to her knees and getting up before raising her arms to an awaiting audience.
Cruel or not cruel, Veronika was a fan favourite and her victory today was achieved through cheap cheating but rather by brains, something the people and the ref had understood by now. True it was not a noble way to trick a fellow wrestler into such a thing...but then again, Chris did'nt had to oblige.

She could have taken the slaps from Veronika, deny the match and try to challenge her to something more fitting to her style.
But Chris wanted it, she wanted her revenge and was played by Veronika like a fiddle.
And they only thing she got out of it was tons of humiliating photos and videos of her halfnaked body getting tortured by her hated rival now flodding the LAW Social Networks and the whole Internet.
This was true defeat for the upcoming, charming Rockstar, but maybe if this experience made her a little more humble and getting her to think about her decisions more, then it could'nt be that bad...

Oh fuck that shit, it was pretty bad!
Veronika stood over the unconcious body of her rival, starting a sexy dance routine that the crowd was all to eager to applaude before grabbing the girl by her hairs and shove her into her ass, posing for another bunch of demeaning photos Veronika would collect for certain purposes...
The ref stood there, gritting her teeth as Veronika made a total fool out of her opponent.
She placed her limp body on the floor with her butt stuck up to take seat on it, looking at her nails and threw one leg over another, posing again, the amount of flashlights in the arena was uncountable.
She dragged her up and danced around her lifeless body in the ring like a demented waltz out of a gothic movie where someone danced with a corpse.

Some people yelled at her to stop that awufl display but they were shut up by the overall cheers and whistles of the horny crowd.
Finally Veronika put her opponent in the corner, threw her arms over the topropes and sank to her down to her knees.
First the crowd did'nt understand what she was trying to do before both of her thumbs shoved themselves into the sides of her rivals panties.
And with a quick motion....
The crowd exploded in a mix of whistles and cheers as Veronika held up the undies of Chris like some sort of trophy she had just won.
The ref looked at this and turned her face away ,disgusted with the sight of the bragging Veronika.
And that was maybe for the best as the Franco-Austrian had some devious plans with the small piece of fabric as she turned around and looked at her broken foe, grabbing her mouth, open it and shove the thing into it, all the while cheered on by the crowd.
Then she pressed her body against the smaller wrestler and whispered in her ear, fully aware that she could hear her.
"I told you the first one was a fluke...and now everbody on the planet knows it..."

As Veronika did what she did, her little dance into a forced stinkface, the innumerable seconds of her then sitting on her like she was some secretary's stool, and of course waiting for the crowd to capture each and every second of it. If she had been awake for it all, she would surely be crying in anger and embarrassment from being treated like this. Not even the few in the crowd against this, nor the uncomfortable referee, could do anything to stop.

Chris was then ragdolled as a dance partner, paraded about in the Gothic waltz, before being forced into the corner and made fully nude. Her final piece of dignity, stripped from her and held aloft for the crowd. What made it worse was, like her breasts had been, her entire pelvic region was outlined by the mud, her white skin and shaven petals highlighted. This was unfortunately where she began to come back to, the horny crowd bringing her back to life.

Though strength had yet to return to her, she wasn't sure if it would. She knew what they were excited for, what they were loving the sight of. The rocker knew she had passed out, no doubt now in the middle of Veronika's little show. She knew how much of a fool she had been, and now she was being treated as such.

And things only got worse as the Franco-Austrian forced her bikini bottoms into her mouth like a gag ball."Grkaough." She sputtered, trying to spit it out. It tasted awful, all covered in mud. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep herself from crying. She may have lost, but she refused to let a single tear spill.

Then when the victer of this bout pressed herself against her, whispering so softly about how it had been her Victor was a fluke, Chris just wanted to headbutt her then and there. But unfortunately the strength wouldn't come, leaving her to take whatever else the woman had in store. Hopefully it wouldn't be much and she had awakened after the worst of it.

Veronika grinned as she looked on her masterpiece.
"Damn this might be my best work yet...", she said as she stood before her victim, her head tilted as if she would look at her own masterpiece she had just created.
"There is something missing...ah yes!", the mudcaked vixen said and snapped her fingers again, further proving that this whole match was just a good disguised execution of her rival.

The stagehand, handed her a pink shirt that she carefully took, to not get it dirty too much and dragged it over to the beaten Chris.
"Hey, hey don't cry...look I have a nice gift for you.",she said smiling like a Cobra and untangled Chris from the ropes.
"There...we...go", she said an put the Shirt onto Chris.
It was nothing less than a fanshirt of her talkshow "The Tell Tale Heart" that she slipped onto her opponent.
And as things couldnt get worse for the charming Rockstar, Veronika took out her cellphone and pulled Chris in and as the selfiemode activated, the young rocker could see herself.

Her gaze was broken, her mouth open, her own slip looking out if and beyond the waistline she was nude.
Everything was captured by Veronika and sent to the internet with the tagline: "Chilling with a fan."
The ref approached Veronika, disgusted about the whole thing.
"You are done? Satisfied now?"
Veronika turned around Sachiko still half awake and limp, only held up by the cruel Franco-Austrian.
"Well...",she said and as a final testament of how she loathed the woman in her arms she grabbed Chris, turned her around and bodyslammed her hard into rhe muddied floor.

Begs and Crys grew louder for the sadistich blonde to just end it and finally she gave in, she had too. The booking of the match had a part containing: "After Match Humiliation" and Veronika had taken full advantage of this.
She let Chris lying there, confined to the hand of the medics a second time...it seemed that Chris was always put to the stretcher when she faced off with Veronika, who grabbed her robe, got in it and walked off.
When she was at the entrance she turned around once more, looking at Chris getting attended by the medics...and leaved...

Victory: Veronika Noir through Submission KO