The finale Tale of the Dancer and the Singer: Apocalypse now

[RedShinigami]

Veronika grinned as she got up, not in the best of shapes herself, grunting and having to use the rope to get to her feet. But she managed to prevail and looked down on her hurting foe. There Veronika knew it was all worth it. The Franco-Austrian raised her arms and posed for the crowd while she slammed one of her heels on Chris cheek.
The crowd did not just disliked the Franco-Austrian anymore, they fucking despised her being so unnecessarily cruel to the cheeky and energetic rocker who just debuted and now had to face an early ending of her career thanks to the hebris of one Veronika Noir.
She danced a little, letting her hands slide over her luxurious body and then grabbed Chris hair hard, yanking at it with a sudden rip and throw her into the corner.

There she pressed her heel against the Rockers neck and looked up.
"Your hero everyone! Look at her... How pathetic. Down on the ground like the little bug she is. Whats wrong little ladybug...lost your way?", she taunted and the crowd exploded in begging and booing.
"Shut up. That won't help her. In fact, nothing will help this miserable bitch anymore! It ends today and with end..." she took her heel away from Chris neck and then stomping hard on one of her knees.
"Her whole career...", she chuckled and suddenly it began... Slowly and quiet at first but I ever so loudly afterwards...

Chris...Chris...Chris...Chris!

The arrogant dancer grunted and spat on the floor.
"Merde, Vollidioten!", she said. She just could'nt get what they found in this small piece of shit that she did'nt have. She was perfect. In every form of the word. She had not to worry if the whole arena here was wrong. She knew she was...


"Maman?"
Veronika grit her teeth as pictures of her childhood flashed through her brain.
"Should have killed you...perfect...perfect...PERFECT!"
Tears welled up in the Dancers eyes which she quickly wiped away.
"No tears... Or its the attic...", she whisperes and turned away from chris, grabbing the ropes beside her and going in for another stinkface.
"I show you how its done...", the Franco-Austrian grinned, intent of choking her opponent out here and there...

[GolemGuardian]

Chris sputtered and coughed as she lay on the ground, in seemingly worse shape than her hated opponent. She didn't have the strength to get up, even if Veronika's foot hadn't just struck down against her cheek, posing like she was on a runway or something. Black was slowly creeping into her vision. The rock star was fighting to stay conscious right now, the only thing keeping her awake being the determination to not lose with only one fall.

With a painful yank to her hair, her back crashed into the corner and pulled another pained cry from Chris. It was quickly replaced by choking, the Franco-Austrian saying something to the crowd. No doubt talking the rock star down, demeaning her as she then stomped down hard on Chris' knee. Things were looking dire for Chris.

And yet the crowd chanted her name. Growing in volume louder and louder by the second. Was it because she was basically the underdog? The rookie, in her fourth match, against someone with more experience in the ring? Her skill at working the crowd to cheer for her? Or just the fact she wasn't being unnecessarily mean?

The snow haired highflyer didn't know, and honestly was too beat up to want to give it a lot of thought. The only thoughts she had the energy or will to process was that the crowd hadn't given up on her. They still wanted her to overcome the cruel mountain named Veronika Noir. And what self respecting rock musician could leave the crowd wanting like this? They at least deserved a banging encore.

As the dancer's ass crept closer and closer to her face, Chris shot a fist upwards. Its aim was to hit right between Veronika's legs. A low blow was probably not what the crowd expected to see, but there was little other options the lightweight could think to counter and keep that ass out of her face. "That's.. enough... of that...." She weakly coughed out. If she was successful in her surprise attack, Chris would start to pull herself up with the ropes. She wasn't done yet, even if her body tried to say she wasn't.

[RedShinigami]

Veronika Noir could feel the stupid face of this cunt between her fine buttcheeks again, this time she would smother her into the last fall. If that worked the first fall of Chris would forever be a "lucky strike", because Veronika did'nt pay that much attention. Many of her opponents made the mistake and accused Veronika of being just a pansy rich girl with nothing to her credit. But given that Madmoiselle Noir wrestled for four years now, having started in the business with 18 to "deal with her agressions", she was a force to be reckoned with.

Of course she did'nt excel in brute strength or fast speed or daring highflying moves but Veronika had learned many things in her life as dancer and as wrestler, she was capable of more then one fatal submission hold, she was athletic, managing to get out of other wrestlers grasps easily as her body was flexable and bendable thanks to years and years of ballet, dancing, gymnastics and other works that made her body as perfect as it was now. Veronika took great pride in it and showed her assets whenever she could. She wanted to be THE star when she was at the ring and now fattitted midget playing with an ukulele would upstage her. Never! Also no bluehaired lunkheads, but this was another story, now Veronika was about to win this match and crush her opponents dreams of ever making it big in this league.

After such a big challenge by Chris, losing was no option for the japanese-american if she wanted to show her face around the managers and fans around her anymore. If she lost this here and embarrassingly with only one fall that would be considered just luck or bad luck by Veronika, then she would be stuck somewhere in the midcard, doing all the stuff the more successful girls would'nt touch with a 10 pole stick. She hated bikini, oil and mud matches? Well if she wanted to stay in the company then she would have no choice. Oh how Veronika would relish in it. Seeing this little bug squirm and getting what she had deserved...

Until all hell break lose when the fist of Chris hit her womanhood with an impact that made a loud "GLLISH!" sound, spraying the juices of the Queens of Hearts throbbing pussy everywhere.
She screamed and grabbed for her hurting snatch, dropping to her knees and fell to her side.
"Kch...ch.....you...little...bastard...", she whimpered.

[GolemGuardian]

Chris refused to yield. Even face deep in this bitch's ass, holding her breath to try and not lose any oxygen as she got her bearings. She had refused in their first match, tried to stay strong in their second, and she sure as shit had shown her skill in this third and final match to their hate filled rivalry. She got a powerful lead and it soon left because of some mistakes, yeah, but no one could say it was all luck. She was the one who came in demanding this match. She was the one who was actually humiliated because some bitch couldn't take a loss. Her fist rose up with her fury, striking true between the slut's legs. Though the rocker was a little disgusted at the fluids the gushed onto the canvas and her own hand.

Wiping it on the canvas with a red face and averted gaze, the snow haired girl dragged herself up the corner by the ropes as Veronika tended to her low blow. "Serves...huff puff...you..... right....." She felt like she could drop at any moment, but she couldn't let herself lose. If she lost to this slut after everything Veronika did to her, if the rocker was taken down after she was humiliated not just in that mud match but on all kinds of different social media platforms, if her first match against the bitch and her debut shortly before it, no one would take her seriously ever again. Not LAW, not anyone who listened to her music, and especially not the Franco-Austrian whore who treated her like a glorified doll!

Chris got up on the bottom rope, the rocker waited the dancer to get on either her back or front for a more tender target and then rolled forward, aiming to hit a rolling senton onto the girl's torso and keep her down. She'd wince on impact, her back spiking with pain from the impact, but thankfully it wasn't as bad as those holds had hurt. Chris was able to pick herself back up, though it did take a bit, and made her way back into the corner. If she was able, she'd once more climb the ropes, this time up to the middle rope, before jumping up and flipping back. She intended to follow the senton with a moonsault, hopefully getting the bitch hurt enough to keep her down.

[RedShinigami]

Veronikas hebris had costed her victory once again. It was time to admit that her showing off did her no good, even if she was the superior woman in this ring. That worthless little shitstain had beaten her the first time and Veronika and the trauma inside her had never forgotten Chris Yukine. And finally when the little idiot was foolish enough to follow her invetation to her show and face her in a mud match where she got stripped and utterly humiliated in front of thr crowd, Veronika was sure that this was the last thing she would hear about Chris Yukine.

She was wrong, the same Chris whom she had faced twice now connected with her body in a senton which made Veronika howl in pain, rolling onto her back and making herself vulnerable for an attack she knew all to well by now as the shithead jumped off the middlerope and flattened her in the middle of the ring to a cheering crowd.
"Guuuafhhh..."

All the air was pressed out of the Dancers system and her hurting body became usless, laying on the canvas... An all you can eat beat you up buffet for Chris...

[GolemGuardian]

The crowd exploded as Chris was able to pull off not one, but two moves. Sure they weren't too complex, but the fact she was back in the fight and not just getting ragdolled anymore excited them. They had seen her tenacity to fight despite the odds in the second bout these two fought, even if that had ended up a near total flop for the snow haired rock star. Aching back or not, the lightweight was able to push herself and get momentum back for herself. And with Veronika lying there in pain as Chris slowly got back up from her moonsault, either unable or unwilling to protect herself anymore, the small girl had ample opportunity to ensure the pendulum wouldn't swing back in the dumb blond's favor.

And with a quick glimpse to her left, Chris caught sight of just what would help keep it in her favor.

Trying to ensure she wouldn't be interrupted, or maybe she just wanted to hurt Veronika some more and was just telling herself it was to be precautious, the rock star jumped slightly and dropped her elbow down right into the Franco-Austrian's tit. That should give her something to cry about while the Japanese-American got back up and grabbed a chair that had been brought into the ring what seemed like so long ago but had almost been forgotten. A perfect weapon for a small girl like her.

Coming back over, looking down on her eternal rival's prone form, her mind went back to their prior encounters. How she had been left on the floor twice in a similar state, beaten and left for the medical team to take out. How the bitch had struck not only at her with wrestling 'skill,' but attacked her rock career and her pride, posting all those embarrassing pictures of her bare, mud covered body on all kinds of social media. Did this bitch even feel remorse for a second for those acts? Feel sorry that she was trying to ruin Chris just because she beat her? How things seemed to be, Chris couldn't fathom she could.

"Fucking... bitch..." Chris snarled out, grip on the chair tightening and shaking. Everything seemed to boil to the surface, as she raised the chair up and bringing it down on Veronika's torso like an executioners ax. "That's for being a pety bitch who couldn't accept a simple loss!" The chair rose once more before it was brought back down, aimed down on the brown bitch'e head this time. "For humiliating me with that ambush at your piss ass excuse of a talk show!" A third time the chair rose and crashed, faster as her swings got more wild. "For being too scared to fight me fair, tricking me into that disgusting match and embarrassing me so horribly!" Tears stung her eyes, her anger peaking as the she started wailing on Veronika seemingly without end. "And for! *crash* The weeks! *smack*I spent! *thunk*Deleting that bullshit and recovering, you pathetic, insolent, pety, lump of human garbage!" Over and over the metal item rose and fell, striking wherever it could reach that was Veronika's body. When the angry snowball would be finished seemed to be anyone's guess.

[RedShinigami]

Veronika Noir was nothing but a stain in the canvas anymore. Even if she wanted, her body was too spent, not familiar with matches of this intensity and length and now she had to face the consequences of her ways.

Consequences? As if the little shithead did'nt deserve it. She had made her a laughing stock she had... Wait, did she? Deep inside Veronika Noir the voice of reason spoke to her, trying to tear through the thick crust of trauma that the mother of the Franco-Austrian left there for Veronika to suffer from its effects.

She had beaten her! And? Was that a reason to do... This... Things to her? Sure she did'nt play fair but what she did to Chris Yukine was much and given how the girl now busted her up, having tears in her eyes only emphasized it. She had broken the girl. But was'nt that her entire being? Breaking others and to relish in it? Why should she treat that little shit any other way?

Chairshot after chairshot hit the pretty woman and even the crowd who cheered for Chris had to gulp and look away now. Veronikas body was now bruised from head to toe, not being helped that she was halfnaked anyway and had no protection.

Soon the lights of the arena started to fade as the face of Chris went blurry and soon she passed out, not even twitching any more. Before Chris was a bruised and beaten up figure that the rockstar had beaten unconcious. Not to the sounds of cheers but to silence...

[GolemGuardian]

Chris was going overboard, she knew that. The silencing crowd, knowing what the girl had gone through and unable to blame her, hit that point home. Yet she couldn't stop. All the anger, the frustration at the girl she hit over and over just finally boiled over. Her furious tears flowed with each bruise her shots made, reliving every moment this bitch made it her life's goal to ruin the little rock star. In Chris' opinion, this was all just deserved.

She would stop eventually, breathing heavily and looking down on the battered and bruised Veronika. She watched as the bitch started to fade out, unable to stay conscious anymore. She could let it happen, get tie their score and have a good advantage going into the final bout of this intense match. The blond would be hurting much worse all over than Chris was now, a little dizzy form being knocked out. It was no doubt the smarter move.

"No." Chris brought the top of the chair down, aiming for Veronika's throat, and pressed hard, choking the bitch. "You're not allowed to just pass out. You're not allowed such an easy way out after what you did to me." Hate dripped from each word, uncaring if Veronika's panicked mind, forced back to activity, could understand what she said. The chair was raised from the middleweight's throat after a few more seconds, watching the girl squirm and writhe. "Now come on," Chris said as she dropped the chair, dragging her hated rival over to the nearest corner and sitting her in the corner. An extra stomp to Veronika's chest followed to make sure she wouldn't have the air to try moving. And as an extra measure, Chris grabbed the chair and wedged it against the ropes and trapping her rival in place.

With a grin, Chris went to an adjacent corner and climbed to the top. She stood tall, throwing up her signature devil horns. "Rock hard!" She screamed, kneeling down and preparing to leap. This was how she had ended their first match, and she aimed to get her second point the same way. "Fight! HARDER!" Chris flew forth, extending her legs out as she flew the length of the ring. If all went as planned, Chris would land her finisher, the ICMD (Inter Continental Mega Deth), and kick right into the chair, adding some extra force to her kick to her hated rival. Maximum damage from the move that won the first match in their rivalry. The worst insult to injury, Chris figured.

[RedShinigami]

For all it was worth, the Queen of Hearts was beaten. She was in the middle of the ring, brutally beaten up by the chairshots. Her beautiful body, one thing she really took care off, was peppered with bruises, some bigger, some smaller and even some swollen ones. The crowd had stopped its cheering because what went down now was hard to look at as the small, charming Rocker beat down with a chair on the already unconcious form of the Queen of Hearts while tears flew down her eyes. What these two had done to each other in the course of this feud was'nt entertaining anymore but it was downright cruel. And no one could stop them as this was a no DQ match, something the bookers should have thought over some more before allowing Chris and Veronika to go through with this.

But now there was no one to stop them but themselves. And Chris did'nt intend to stop, the tears falling down from her eyes, the look of hate on her face, everyone could see what was going on inside her and to a certain degree everyone understood why she was so unhinged right now. But when she decided against a pin and instead started to choke Veronika, the crowd gasped in unision. The almost unconcious blonde grabbed the chair and tried to get if off her throat but Chris had the upper hand, using her weight to press down on the fledling attempts of escaping. Veronikas eyes widened in shock and fear. "Please...Chris...", she whimpered and begged. "Please, I can't take much more...", she managed to get out before her eyes fluttered and her face turned from red to blue. Finally, the torture was over only for Chris to throw the chair away and dragging the limp form of Veronika into the corner.

With a vicious stomp she made sure that the Queen of Hearts would'nt try anymore tricks and when she prepared the chair, the crowd looked on in morbid intrest what was about to go down. And indeed, they were greeted with something that Chris had done to win their first match as she flew from side to side, forgetting about her hurting body and slammed right into Veronika, the chair slamming directly into her body. And with a small yelp the body of the blonde finally got limp. This round was Chris Yukines and everyone hoped that she finally would end it.

[GolemGuardian]

The silence was heavy amongst the numerous chair shots. Chris could have won already, she maybe should have, but her fury wouldn't allow her. This woman made her life hell for so long, and while the snow haired wrestler wasn't a vindictive person, or at least she didn't like to think she was, it all just boiled to the surface. Nothing seemed to quell her rage, even after Veronika was forced back into consciousness and begged for it to end. Though anything but awaited her as Chris, the burning tears blurring her vision as she finally stopped and set the bitch up for her chair-assisted ICMD. Of course Chris would wipe them away before she jumped, making sure she wouldn't get this big move set up only to crash and burn.

It went off without a hitch, the chair slamming into Veronika and clattering away from the force of the kick as the blond fell limp. The lightweight hit the ground hard, remembering just how badly her body still ached from the bitch's beating. But it was worth the price. Again, the opportunity for the rock star to get her second fall and tie things up presented itself. The girl was barely awake now and would unlikely be unable to kick out of a pin. It would be so easy, and it was clear the crowd wanted this to end, either for the two girls' safety or in fear Chris may lose herself in her fury.

And as Chris pulled herself up with the ropes once more, wiping her face from tears once more, worry for the latter would only grow.

"Yadda," she said softly, pulling Veronika out of the corner by her limbs. "I don't care if you can't take much more. You tried to ruin my career forever." Chris grabbed Veronika's left arm, holding it up as a dark look loomed across her face before starting to twist it. "So it's only fair I return the favor." Her foot raised and kicked at her eternal rival's elbow several times. A shocked gasp passed throughout the crowd, surprised by what was happening. The rocker seemed deadset on making sure that arm, an arm that had bruised her, had violated her, wouldn't be able to move ever again.

Chris grunted with each kick, putting her all into attacking the joint. She'd eventually stop, letting the limb flop down to the ground, only to then start stomping on the elbow once more. She didn't care how she looked right now. Chris was just being brutal to be brutal. After all, that's what Veronika was to her. She was cruel, spiteful, and sadistic. It was just time the ex-dancer got a taste of her own medicine.