The Price of Deception

[Weonna]

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One week had passed since Rianne Evans defeated Helen Andronike in their heated rematch, and the self-proclaimed Sexy Diva couldn't have been more pleased with herself.

Backstage at LAW, Rianne was lounging comfortably on a couch in the locker room, casually scrolling through her phone with one leg crossed over the other.

“Hehe~ Bloody hell, she really did look pathetic, didn't she?”

Rianne giggled to herself while watching highlights of her victory, particularly the moment she planted a mocking kiss on Helen's cheek after pinning her.

“Another win for yours truly. Ain't I just brilliant~?”

With a satisfied smirk, Rianne leaned back against the couch, completely relaxed and enjoying her evening, seemingly without a care in the world.

[ScylliasExoter]

Helen was in the locker room but Rianne didn’t know she was there. She heard her nemesis commenting on her crushing defeat last week. Helen was not going to let this go. She crept up behind a distracted Rianne. Swiftly, Helen wrapped an arm around Rianne’s throat and locked her in a sleeper hold on the couch!
”Did you miss me?” she whispered in her ear as she choked her.

[Weonna]

“W-WHAA—?!”

Rianne's smug grin vanished as Helen's arm suddenly wrapped around her throat, causing her phone to slip from her fingers and clatter onto the floor!

“NGHH! W-What the!?!”

Her eyes widened in panic as she instinctively grabbed Helen's forearm with both hands, desperately trying to pry herself free.

“Y-Ya crazy... bitch! G-Get off... me!”

Rianne squirmed against the couch, her legs kicking and uncrossing as she struggled against the tight sleeper hold. Her blonde hair spilled across Helen's arm while her breathing grew increasingly strained.

“Nnngh... ahh... H-Helen...!”

Her resistance gradually weakened. Those frantic movements became sluggish, her eyelids fluttering as the strength slowly drained from her body.

“P-Please... l-let... go...”

Rianne's voice faded into a breathy whisper as her head began to droop, her trembling fingers barely maintaining their grip on Helen's arm.

The once-arrogant Sexy Diva was dangerously close to slipping unconscious!

[ScylliasExoter]

”Sucks, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, you’ll be in great shape for our next fight. Now sleep so we can talk…”
Helen pulled Rianne up and into her chest to maintain a tight grip and prevent escape. She squeezed Rianne’s neck with her python bicep. Rianne’s flailing weakened. Helen rested her face on top of Rianne’s head as she held the Brit in an intimate body-to-body chokehold. She would squeeze her nemesis until she went limp.