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[TheCrimsonRisk]

We take a break from your regularly scheduled wrestling RP action to bring you...*touches his earpiece*...oh what's that? More wrestling action? But with Tekken characters this time? Well that's a little different at least. Maybe the girl will win this time...*touches his earpiece*...oh she doesn't? Let's just see how it goes down then. I'm sure she'll be fine...*touches his earpiece*...oh...oh that doesn't sound good...

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do



Armor King (Raden)

"Ahhh, I submit, I submit!" Jaycee cried out as she hit the canvas signifying the end of the match, giving up the victory.

I lowered my head in disgust, not even able to look at her right now. I thought she was good enough to be a tag partner, but evidently I'd been wrong.

She'd been the cause of our last half a dozen losses. She'd never hit a skid like that before, but I don't tolerate failure easily

At least with the fights she'd been knocked out in, she had fought well. But submitting? Not on my watch.

Anger and disgust had roiled around in me for a couple days.

Finally, I decided it. I needed to get back out on my own. And if this meant cutting the tether, well, you'll wither sink or you'll swim...

I headed to the gym. I thought she'd be there, and sure enough, I was right.

"So... I thought I'd find you here."

I ask my loaded question, unbeknownst to you

"How are you feeling?"

Jaycee (TheCrimsonRisk)

Twenty minutes in a tub filled with ice...a dozen different stretching exercises...nothing seemed to help. I was sore as hell from that match last night. I hated to submit, but I couldn't find any way out of the situation. I had to think of my career. It didn't help that Armor King didn't seem too interested in bailing me out.

We definitely hadn't been on the same page lately, but I knew all it would take was one good match to get us back on track. He's a good partner. Cold at times, but good.

I finish one more leg stretch before taking my mask off to get some air. My luscious brown hair falls naturally on my body. I was wearing my wrestling gear, but I was going to change back to my civvies soon and head home. I was toweling off when I heard you come in.

"Armor King!" I say, giving a quick bow. "I'm...fine. It's good to see you."

Armor King

"You sure you're okay? You got stretched out pretty good last night. Those ribs must be sort of tender."

Jaycee

Just mentioning my ribs makes the pain flare up again. "Ow...yeah, they're not doing too good. Luckily, we don't have another match for a couple of weeks."

I stand up, doing my best to hide how debilitated I am. "AK, listen...I'm sorry I submitted. I did it without thinking. They'd been double teaming me for what felt like forever and that cobra twist at the end was just...unreal."

Armor King

"Well, I left you to it because I needed to see if you could handle it, if you could tough through it..."

"and I guess you couldn't cut it."

"So... I'm cutting you."

I give you a shove, knocking you onto your butt.

Jaycee

"Hey!" I say as I get onto one knee. "Uncalled for! But fine, if you want to be done with this I won't argue. Just give me my share of the pay from that last match and then you can find yourself a new partner!"

Armor King

"Well, you see, since you're the one that lost us the match, I figured you don't deserve your pay. You want your pay? Maybe you should start winning some matches."

Jaycee

I'm on my feet now, with my hands on my hips staring up at you angrily. "What's the big deal? You know I promised to donate my half to charity. Quit messing around!"

Armor King

"You should probably be using it on fighting lessons, instead, because what you're doing now? That doesn't cut it around here."

Jaycee

I've had enough of this garbage. "Just give it to me!" I start to reach around you, patting around your lower body as I figure you've got the money on you.

Armor King

"Oh, I'll give it to you alright..."

I grab your right arm, and pull you around into a hammerlock!

Jaycee

Huh? Shouldn't have gotten so close, maybe. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?"

Armor King

"Just cutting the chaff from this team. You're a loser and a disappointment. I don't tolerate that."

I reach around your face with my other hand and pull it to the other side your arm is being pulled, into a chicken wing.

Jaycee

"Loser? Disappointment? You motherf...uurrrkk!" I should have been trying to get out of the hammerlock instead of talking. Now it feels like your trying to rip my face off. I immediately grab your wrist and try to pull you off of me.

Armor King

I pull harder, overpowering you. That isn't going to work.

"That's what I said! You lost the match and you disappointed me! You're a loser... and a disappointment. Must I go over this again?"

Jaycee

"OoooOOOH!" I bite my lip to keep from crying out too loudly. You're not getting that out of me. I arch my back to try and shift our balance.

As you pull harder, I can feel my neck muscles straining. The hold is only made worse by your thick fingers digging into the side of my face and jaw.

Armor King

I stumble a little as you throw your body weight into trying to shift us. It works. I may be strong, but I can't hold you completely immobile while you're rocking back and forth like that. The strain is alleviated, but I still have a grip on you. I just can't find a long enough moment of motionlessness to wrench it again, what with having to try to fight this off.

"Stop struggling with me you little twerp!"

Jaycee

With a small gap between our bodies, I'm able to get enough space to fire off what should be an effective elbow to your mid-section. There's no holding back, I need to escape now!

Armor King

"FFFFUGH!" I was not prepared for the blow, and it caught me like a rifle shot in the stomach.

It's enough to break the hold!

I'm not stunned for long, though, as I immediately aim a punch directly for your head.

Jaycee

I stumble away and consider running out the door, but you need to be taught a lesson. "You're old and slow and you're going down." I'm proven right as I easily duck under your lunging blow grabbing onto your arm with both hands. I then spring up, wrapping my legs around your bicep and shoulder, crossing them over your chest. It's a magnificent flying arm bar.

"Tap or snap, ya big jerk!"

Armor King

How didn't I see that coming? Thankfully I managed to flex my arm just before you could get total extension, but you're slowly pulling it out straight... I thread my arm through your legs and grab my arm, trying to pull it back, but it's a bad angle, and I don't have quite all the power I need... still, it is enough to keep the hold from being extended out completely...

"Where the hell did that come from?? Why didn't pull any of that out in a fight?"

Jaycee

"Guess we...hrr...never fought anyone...grrr...clumsy enough for me to do this to..." Your strength is unbelievable. I'm putting all of my weight into this hold and you're still resisting. I redouble my efforts, slapping one of my legs on your chest. "Come on!"

Armor King

"HRRGG..." I take the blow, gritting my teeth and absorbing it. "Clumsy, eh?" That causes me to give a burst of energy, and I manage to slide a little up my arm. I've got a better position now, and I can maintain my position with less effort. If I can get just a little higher....

Jaycee

I feel like I'm losing the hold, but I know if I can just pop that arm free this will be over. Even a guy your size can't do much with a broken arm. I contort my body some more, making one last push to complete the arm bar. "Giiiive!"

Armor King

For just a moment, my arm is straightened and I give an involuntary shout of pain.

I know there's a huge target though, and I take full aim.

With both your arms free, you're left unable to defend the punch that lands in your ribs.

It's not a perfect shot by any means, and if you weren't as sore as you are, it may not have worked at all, but that isn't the case

Jaycee

"Yes!" I exclaim. You finally give in and I extend your arm. I expect a quick tap, but instead I feel your fist hit my stomach.

"Ooof!" Hanging onto your arm was tiring and it doesn't take much for me to let go. I really thought I had you. I fall onto my butt again, but I'm slower getting up this time. Just need a second to catch my breath...

Armor King

As we scramble up, I suddenly lunge at you, tackling you and taking you back down. You land on your back with me on top of you.

The first thing I aim for is your stomach. Such an easy target at this point. I drive a fist home.

Jaycee

You jump on top of me and I know I'm in trouble. I try to think of a counter or some way to slip out, but there's just too much mass to deal with right now. I should...

"Haakk!" The second body blow causes me to cough loudly. Unlike the first shot, you had more than enough time to square this one up. Your knuckles sink into my soft belly.

Armor King

My instinct is to just immediately hammer away and leave you laying, but you need to be toughened up a little bit...

Instead, I shift downward, grabbing you by the legs. I step through and wrap them up tight, then flip you over and squat, putting you in a scorpion deathlock.

"Come on, Julia!" I yell out. "Submit again!"

Jaycee

When you grab my legs I start kicking furiously, but your grip is too solid. I try to roll away, which only works in your favour as you apply a powerful submission hold. "No no noooo!"

Normally, I would try to push up and alleviate the pressure but you're so much heavier that I'm pinned to the ground. "Aaah!"

Armor King

I hitch up, raising your legs up higher, making it some kind of terrible elevated version.

"What do you say, Julia? What's those two words?"

Jaycee

As you settle into the move, I concentrate on breathing and outlasting you...it can't be easy to maintain a move like this. I just have to hold on.

"Uh...uh...uuuuaaahhh!" You stand up, readjusting my spine and outlasting you doesn't seem like an option anymore. "Armor King..." I whine. "Stop..."

Armor King

"Then say it!" I yell at you.

Jaycee

"I..."

Armor King

"You WHAT?"

Jaycee

It hurts so badly! There's no way to kick out as your hands are clamped on to my white boots. I'm really starting to feel the burn in my legs now.

"I..."

"I'll never submit to you!"

Armor King

To your amazement, I drop the hold. Your legs smack into the gym floor.

"Good. I'm glad you said that."

I extend my hand out to you.

Jaycee

"Umph!" I say as my legs flop. "Ooow..." I roll over slowly, rubbing a gloved hand over my back. I'm surprised to see you've stopped attacking and appear to be making peace with me.

"Did...did I pass the test?" I say, taking your hand.

Armor King

I pull you to your feet. "Are you alright?"

Jaycee

"I think so..." I'm actually in tremendous pain, but I can't risk losing your respect again. "Back kind of hurts."

Armor King

You didn't know you never regained it in the first place. I plow you across the neck and chest with my bicep in a super cheapshot clothesline.

"Well then I'll fix that!"

I raise my boot and stomp hard on your chest.

Jaycee

The powerful attack nearly flips me right over and I land flat on my back and neck. I'm already curling up when your heavy boot comes down on me.

I lie there moaning, one hand on the back of my head and another pressed against my mid-section.

Armor King

"Get your worthless ass up here!" My rage is no longer able to be held.

I pick you up off the floor, setting you on your feet. Better do this while you're still able to stand on your own power.

Backing up several steps, I suddenly dash forward and unleash a devastating lariat. This was definitely not the standing club I hit you with, as you're knocked way over backwards from the collision.

Jaycee

All I want to do is lie down for a long time...but you force me to stand. I'm on wobbly legs. I have one hand on my head, feeling around to make sure my skull hasn't been cracked. I take a couple of steps forward before being annihilated.

I feel my chest cavity nearly cave in as your muscular limb smashes into me. This time I do flip completely over landing flat on my face. My boobs squish under me as I come to a rest.

Armor King

"You're useless! You can't even dodge a lariat!"

I lay a stomp into your spine before standing over you.

"You're terrible!"

I squat down and drape your arms over my knees, hauling your chin back with my hands, setting my tailbone right into your back.

"What do you say now, you submit?"

Jaycee

"UuuhhAAAAHHH!" I let out my loudest scream yet, my back totally unprepared for a camel clutch. I don't allow you to get it easily, making it that much more torturous as you start to sink it in.

You've got it locked in deep and even though I'm shaking my head no in response, I want so badly to just give up right now.

Armor King

I make it even more vicious, twisting your neck to the side.

"How about NOW.." I snarl.

Jaycee

As my neck is jerked awkwardly, you get a better look at my face. It's pinched in agony and there is a sad, desperate look in my barely open eyes. Still, I'm able to speak just enough to say..."no"...

Armor King

"Where was this "no" stuff yesterday?"

I roughly push you down to the floor, your head bonking off the smooth gym floor a little. I stand up and then pick you up by the neck and waist of your wrestling leotard.

"So you say no to me, eh?"

I reach between your legs and heft you up easily, inverting you. Wrapping my arms around your waist, I drop to my knees, dropping you on the hard floor with a tombstone piledriver.

Jaycee

I wrap my arms around my head again trying to protect it from further abuse. I'm on the verge of tears after that camel clutch. "Please..." I beg.

My leotard rides up in some uncomfortable places as you take me and turn me upside down. I know what's coming, but there isn't a damn thing I can do about it.

*SPLAT*

My whole body quivers in nauseating fashion and I'm only vaguely aware of what just occurred. All I feel is a mixture of numbness and pain, which I didn't think was possible until now. I'd been dropped on my head in a ring before...but this was a concrete floor.

Armor King

With a total lack of remorse or concern, I reach down and pick you up again.

"I'll show you what I do with worthless quitters..."

Scooping you up again, you're resting over my shoulder. Taking three big steps, I push off and flip you over, splattering you with a running powerslam.

Jaycee

It takes some effort to hoist me up again as I'm not moving with any fluidity. Once I'm up on your shoulder though, I'm like a sack of feathers. Unfortunately, I go down like a bag of hammers.

My arms and legs fly up as I hit the ground. Somehow, the impact of the move actually restores my consciousness, which is bad for me because I'm aware of just how badly I'm damaged right now. I want to move...do something to defend myself, but there is no response from my body.

Armor King

"How you feel, Julia? Feel like quitting yet?"

"Well, that's just no longer an option... this ends when I've had enough."

"Up you go."

Putting my hands on you again, I slide an arm under your neck and one under a leg. Planting my feet, I deadlift your body weight, and then you come down hard across my knee with a huge backbreaker.

"How's that back of yours holding up now?"

Jaycee

I'm able to muster some head movement and I tilt my head up at you, looking for some sign of mercy.

"Don't do this...please..."

*CRACK*

As I'm bent over your knee, I utter a short scream that soon becomes a squeak.

Armor King

I pick you up again, totally heartless at this point. There's nothing left but fiery rage I can't seem to douse.

I scoop you up again, holding you over my shoulder in the same kind of powerslam position, but this is a little different. One arm is between your legs and one is cradling your neck.

The difference is quickly apparent once I drop to a seated position, banging you off the hard, cold floor again, with a Demon Bomb.

I sit there for a moment after the move is completed, anger boiling.

You're terribly hurt at this point, and all I can think of is the next thing I'm going to do to you.

Not your well being, just your suffering.

Jaycee

"...uhhhh..." I groan weakly as I'm inverted once more. The ground seems so far away...but then it's gone and I'm staring up at the lights again and then...

"Auuggggh...uuuuhh..." I'm dropped on my head again and I don't even have the strength to cry out, only whimper. My face is twisted in a pained expression as I lie deathly still, my head resting against your crotch. My legs are twitching and my chest is softly bobbing up and down.

Armor King

Getting on my knees, I pull you upwards across my shoulders. I figure if I get down low enough, I can just sort of drag you onto me.

Flexing my leg muscles, I stand. The extra 130 pounds or so makes it difficult, but I power myself up. Now I'm standing, and you're in a torture rack.

I start to bounce you up and down, seemingly going to rend your spine in half.

Jaycee

There's little struggle on my part as I'm draped across your shoulders. "Uh...guh..." I can't even speak, I'm so beaten down.

Even as I'm being racked, I don't give any attempt to escape or fight back. My limbs just bounce up and down uselessly and my bones are jelly-like at this point. I make a few unintelligible sounds with every pump of the backbreaking move.

Armor King

After having my fill with the torture rack, instead of just letting you fall off my shoulders, I walk over to the nearby ring set up. I line you up with the steel ringpost, and then heaving the shoulder your upper body is laying across mightily, I buck you off my shoulders, into the ringpost.

Not even sure if you're still with it, I pick you up again. It isn't easy, you're near dead weight at this point.

Usually, this move would be followed by a stall, holding you impressively in the air

Since you're pretty limp at this point, I have to forgo that, and just drop you.

I hook you into a vertical suplex and lift you up, but as you reach the apex of your ascent, I give a small twist, and bring you downward in a screwdriver.

It's one of the worst things I've ever done to someone else, and I just don't care at this point.

Jaycee

Don't know what's happening...the ring...why are we going to the ring?

*THUD*

"Awwwwllgggh!" I make another disgusting sound when I hit the ringpost, multiple parts of my body making contact with the metal object.

You gather me, giving me a slight wedgie when you grab my tights to elevate me...and then bring me back down almost immediately. I expected a suplex, but instead I'm driven into the hard ground like a lawn dart. My legs immediately turn to jelly again and my neck rolls in a way it wasn't meant to.

I hear something go crunch, but I don't know where it came from. All I know is I'm as good as dead.

"No more..." I'm somehow able to say. "...no more..."

Armor King

"Look at you. Worthless. Disappointing. Useless. Have you got it in your head yet??"

I reach down and wrap a powerful hand around your throat, pulling you upwards. I have to hold you upright, because if I let go, you would crash land.

"Think of all the people you're a disappointment to, Julia."

"You're a disappointment... to ME!"

I put my free hand on your firm ass and give a grunt of exertion, picking you up and slamming you to the cold floor with a chokeslam.

Jaycee

Tears are falling from my eyes now. I can't hold them back. Maybe you're right...maybe I'm just a failure. What would Michelle think if she could see me now?

As I'm lifted by my throat, I feel almost numb...though that feeling is soon replaced by a sharp, stabbing sensation in my back as it lands flat on the concrete.

"...quit...quit..."

Armor King

Completely ignoring your words now, I latch onto your throat again. Pulling you up to your feet, I lay into you verbally again.

"You're a disappointment to your stupid little group of friends!"

My hand goes to your ass again. With another grunt, I take a step and slam you again, so that you will land in a slightly different part of the floor, and therefore the cold sensation will be renewed, that part not having absorbed body heat yet.

*WHAM*

Jaycee

My back arches from the impact, but one look in my eyes tells you that nobody's home. I shudder then stop moving again. All you're getting out of me are a few spasms.

Armor King

Snarling, I rip you off the floor by the throat again.

"You're a disappointment.... to that stupid friend of yours whose mask you're disgracing right now..."

I pick you up and with another step, plant you into the floor again.

Jaycee

Your words are almost meaningless, but I can sense malice and hatred. I'm blasted with another chokeslam and I'm sure that every bone and muscle in my body is wrecked. I'm flat on my back, my limbs pointing every which way.

Armor King

I goozle you again. There's just no semblance of mercy remaining.

Pulling you to your feet requires a little effort.

"You're a disgrace..."

I lean in close, and whisper...

"... to your mother."

Placing my hand on your ass again, I roar in effort, hauling you upwards. This one is easily the highest and most vicious one yet, as I step forward and crush you with a brutal chokeslam.

Jaycee

Michelle...I'm so sorry...I never should have...I...

*THWAAAAM*

The sound of my body hitting the ground is only outdone by the loud snapping of my spine. My body twists and contorts, refusing to return to any semblance of normal human anatomy. My eyes are wide open and filled with tears. I whimper softly...

Armor King

I push you onto your back with my foot.

"Disgraceful."

I gather my bags and leave, locking the door behind me as I go, and pocketing your fight purse on top of things.

Your friends will find you. Sooner or later.

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Roland Deathridge rides again! This time, KevinFace wanted to go after one of his favourite victims, SKW's Sumiko. Could the plucky grappler find a way to survive the encounter with the deranged Roland?

WARNING: Some softcore sexual content, no nudity (think SKW meets Paris Kennedy)

Fantasy Match - Sumiko v. Roland Deathridge

Sumiko (TheCrimsonRisk)

I do a little twirl in front of the camera as I wait for my opponent. I've been hitting the gym extra hard these days as evidenced by my taut tummy and firm buttocks. The pink bikini I'm wearing does a great job of showing it all off.

After one more teasing swish of brown hair, I wink to the camera and turn to the doorway awaiting my opponent. Roland something-or-other...just another loser.

Roland Deathridge (KevinFace)

As you turn your attention to the doorway, I step out in black briefs, wearing elbow and knee pads. I close the door and watch you, grinning, apparently I was going to get what I wanted today. I approach you, becoming taller and taller as I meet you. I am 6'0"...

Sumiko

As it becomes clear just how much bigger you are, my eyes start to grow wide. I swallow hard, then shake my head and glare at you. "H...hey...listen buster, I don't know who you think you are but I'm kind of a big deal around here and you're going down!" Maybe you're not as tough as you look.

Roland

I push my stomach against you and look down. "You're already down, Sumiko", I reply, "Now allow me to bring you much lower".

Sumiko

The stomach bump knocks me back a couple of steps, but I refuse to be intimidated...well, anymore than I already am. I give you a shove to the chest. "Come on!"

Roland

You give a shove against my chest. I deliberately step back, now lunging, throwing a quick uppercut to your stomach while your arms are still in the motion.

Sumiko

I don't have time to pull back and your fist smacks against my unprotected stomach. It wasn't a heavy blow thankfully, but it's more than enough to drop me to my knees. I start waving my hand in your direction, as if I'm asking for a quick timeout.

Roland

As you stagger back, I quickly throw another uppercut, this time to your left rib, I then transition into a 360 turning kick that aims towards your upper chest area above your breasts.

Sumiko

I'm trying to stand back up, but your second punch nearly drops me again. Staggered, I'm unable to block the follow up kick that lands just below my throat. I fly back, skidding across the carpet.

"Oooh..." I moan, crossing my arms over my chest. Just need a second to recover...

Roland

I walk over and slip my arms under yours as my fingers meet interlocked behind your head for a clinch, you are then reeled in against your will as I begin throwing consecutive knee strikes to your stomach.

Sumiko

You pull me into a plum position and I tell myself not to panic, but it seems like the more I twist and turn the tighter the hold gets.

"Ooolf!" I blurt out after the first knee strike. The sound is cut off by a second one...then a third...the points of your knees are knocking right against my rib cage and it HURTS!

Roland

The knee strikes just keep coming, though there are only 10, they seem like so much more than that... I then complete the motion by moving in, hooking your left arm and back stepping in as I throw you by your arm to the floor for an Arm Throw.

Of course I travel with you, landing with my upper back near the left side of your chest, slightly mounted.

Sumiko

Every knee causes my body to lift off the ground and by the tenth, my arms feel like dead weights. The attack doesn't just hurt me, it affects my breathing!

I grit my teeth as you land on top of me, completing the throw, and kick my feet up involuntarily.

"...aaah...get off of me..."

Roland

For a moment, I obey, that is until both of my hands are wrapped around your neck, elevating you high up in the air as I reach my feet. I hold you there for a few seconds, strangling you, "Good enough?"

I keep you held by the Neck Hanging maneuver, anticipating a gag.

Sumiko

"...kkkk...kkkk..." I'm being strangled and there isn't a thing I can do about it. I look down at you pitifully, shocked at how strong you are. It's like I weigh nothing...

My neck muscles start to strain even more as I'm dangling in the air. I pull at your wrists and try to dig my heels into your sides. "...kkkkkaaackkk"..."

Roland

I elevate you once more as your back goes crashing against the ground, that wasn't even full force! Naturally you wouldn't want to stand at this point, but I latch on to your hair and neck forcing you to your feet... with me you have no choice.

Sumiko

My head comes dangerously close to the ceiling before you drop me on my back. Rather than drive me down, you let me fall on my own but I still can't do much to protect myself. As I splat against the floor, I try to turtle up but you already have your hands on me again.

"Uh...no...please, wait..."

Roland

I bend you forward, placing your head between the both of my thighs as my arms wrap around your waist. Another swift motion. You are then flying over me. Your back reaches my back as I hook my arms under yours. Your legs also hook around my thighs, instinct.

I then lean over, bending your back as you are now trapped in the Gory Special.

Sumiko

You either didn't hear me or you just don't care because before I know it, you're setting me up for another maneuver. As your thighs press against the side of my head, I think piledriver? Powerbomb? But you flip me up and over into something completely unexpected.

Before I can drop behind you, you've trapped my arms and legs and I'm completely helpless. "What...how..."

You lean forward and I immediately feel the pressure deep in my back. My spine starts to curl and I scream loudly.

Roland

Given the length of my arms, I am also able to hook both of my hands on the front of your neck while pulling down, compressing your back much more.

But now, the potential choking is now working against you, being nearly immobilized by the submission hold.

I pull down more, the pressure goes to your neck and back now.

Sumiko

I close my eyes and shake my head, doing my best to block out the pain. Even that motion is taken away from me as your gigantic paws lock on under my chin. The stretch becomes even more extreme and I scream again, unable to contain myself.

With my back against yours, you can feel just how badly my spine is being bent out of shape. You must be enjoying this. This hold is just too much for me, I...I...

"I submit! I submit! Let me go!" I say, flailing my arms to try and tap out at the same time.

Roland

Be careful what you wish for. Despite the fact that you chose to submit, I myself, am not done with you. I pull down much more, now, willing to hold you there a little longer. "I'm afraid you can't submit, Sumiko", I say to you.

Sumiko

"Hrrrnnngghh...AAAAAAHHH!" My grunt becomes a squeal as you bend me even further. If it wasn't for my extraordinary flexibility, my spine would have split in two by now.

I begin to tap more rapidly. "Noooooo! Submitsubmitsubmit!"

Roland

I then unhook my arms from under yours as I latch onto your neck, bending your back, choking more as I now drop on my butt, releasing you on the impact for a Widow's Peak.

I then turn around and grab your ankles. "You're not going anywhere" I state.

Sumiko

No matter what I say, you won't let go! I don't know what to do! The submission becomes the least of my problems as you decide to end the hold on your terms.

My head snaps forward, but my body stays upright for a second and my eyes start to roll to the back of my head. I fall onto my face, soundlessly.

Your taunt brings me back to reality and I claw meekly at the carpet as you take my legs. "No more..."

Roland

I pull you in as I bend your legs up, stepping just above your knees, wrapping your calves around mine. "I'll tell you again" I say while giving a particularly firm smack on your ass, "You can't leave". I then reach for your wrists, clawing your back to add to the fact, the intensity, the horror.

Sumiko

"NnnnnnyyAAAAHHH!" I cry out as your nails rake across my aching back. I reach back to stop you, making it easy for you to grab my wrists. Only when I'm completely immobilized do I realize that you've got all my limbs entwined yet again.

"I quit! Don't!"

Roland

I latch on to your wrists. Falling on my back as I elevate you into the Romero Special. This is where height and weight really come into play. Pulling your wrists, spreading your legs, arching your back. "I'll tell you again, Sumiko" I say, now pumping your lower body up and down, pulling on your wrists. "You can't escape, you are mine".

Sumiko

Again, my begging falls on deaf ears. "AAAAIIIEEE!" I cry out, my face pinched in agony. There is a massive size difference here and as I settle into the hold, my back is being both bent and stretched at the same time.

"AAAAHH...I can't...I can't..." Every pump is absolute torture as I feel pressure in my shoulder, knees and spine. Sweaty strands of hair fall near your face.

Roland

"That's right", I say, still torturing you in the hold. "You are mine. You can't escape". Each statement is backed up with another pump, you aren't able to relax, I'm pushing at you with no mercy.

Sumiko

"Mmmmuh...nnnuuuuh..." My cries have turned into pain-soaked whimpers and my head hangs back feebly. I've experienced Romero holds before, but nothing even close to this level of sadism. There is no shred of mercy in you...

Roland

Wanting to make it more satisfying, I spread your legs a bit more and move your wrists closer together, compressing you more. I'll let up soon. But it doesn't seem so soon.

"So do you understand, now?" I interrogate.

Sumiko

The hold evolves into something different...my back is still being punished, but now it feels like my shoulder is going to pop and the strain on my groin is immense.

"I...I...I..." I don't know how to answer your question. I can't think of anything right now. I just want this to end.

Roland

Using the move, I continue. "Answer it" I demand.

Sumiko

My groin muscles are ripping. My shoulders are close to coming out of their sockets. My eyes well up with tears. "I'm yours! All yours!"

Roland

Finally, I release your body as you fall towards the floor, while the hold is done, I am not.

Sumiko

I land in a heap, still contorted...don't even know what part of my body to address, everything feels like it's been slammed or cracked or shredded. I turn my head to you, eyes wide with fear, pouty lips quivering...

Roland

And as I stand over you, as I approach you reality has indeed hit, the fear in your eyes, your lips, your sweat, everything is going as I wanted it to.

Sumiko

I get my elbows under me and try to back away from you, occasionally kicking my feet at you in a pathetic attempt to get you to back off.

"Don't do this."

Roland

I grab your legs as you kick at me. Feeble. "Whose stopping me?". I place your left leg in a spinning toe hold, grasping the other leg to cross them into a figure 4. I repeat again "Whose stopping me?"

Sumiko

"Noooo..." I cry, unable to defend myself in anyway. You apply the figure four effortlessly and my lithe legs feel like they're on the verge of snapping. I immediately tap out.

Roland

"Tapping out is worthless". My left leg then steps in between your legs as I turn you over, pulling your straightened leg as my knee is planted on the back of your head for a modified Texas Cloverleaf.

I begin pulling back, simultaneously digging my knee onto your head.

Sumiko

You turn me over into a cloverleaf and I'm tapping all the while, though more out of reflex than anything else at this point. The stabbing pain in my knees returns and my crooked back is worked over once more.

The cherry on top is your knee pressing down on my skull. If this wasn't a carpet, my head would probably be flattened by the weight of it. My mouth hangs open not making a sound as tears stream down my face.

Roland

My knee continues to dig in. I compress your back more. But now, I'm doing much more odd things. At this moment I'm slapping your thighs and rubbing you uncomfortably, my free hand is moving around and not in the good way. My motives are notably more ulterior.

Sumiko

My only response to the hold is to moan and whine...until you start taking some liberties. I want to scream again, but only a choked sound comes out. How could you do this to me?

"F...fucker..."

Roland

My hand keeps going, I compress your back much more, digging my knee in, my hand eventually reaches your crotch...

Sumiko

Despite my bold words, I'm fully aware that you're in complete control and this realization only makes me more upset. "No..." I say as your fingers run over my bikini bottom. "...please..."

Roland

I bend your back much more, as I start feeling around the area, my hands stay on the outside, however.

Sumiko

*CRRRRKKK*

My bones are making some inhuman noises and my whimpers aren't too far off. You're just torturing me now.

I'm sick to my stomach as you molest me, brutishly groping my nether regions. "STOP"

Roland

I continue to grope you as I compress your back a bit more. I've got ideas.

Sumiko

The groping and back bending are too much for me and I'm on the verge of passing out...

Roland

I release the hold as your lower body falls to the ground, I then side mount you, putting my feet through your legs, locking it in. This is a set up for a submission, but I use this time to play with you some more. Now one of my hands is pulling your hair and the other is on your ass.

Sumiko

I turtle up, muttering "No more...no more..." Your string your limbs through mine again and I just know this is only going to get worse. My hand goes to my head as you yank at my hair.

I pound the mat in frustration when I notice your other hand caressing my perfect butt. "Bastard."

Roland

I start the molestation again, smacking and groping your ass fiercely. Tugging your hair with the other hand.

Sumiko

"Fu...faaaaah!" There's nothing delicate about you as you take full advantage of this position. My butt shakes at your slaps and I tremble as you take a handful. "Please...I'm begging you..."

Roland

I ignore your pleas as I continue. Without much regard. "You have no choice".

Sumiko

I try bow my head even though you have a grip on my hair. I feel defeated. Your hand continues to probe my behind and I don't try to fight back.

Roland

As you do this, I soon grab underneath your knee and fall backwards, extending my legs out as I trap you in a Leg Split submission.

Sumiko

I unleash another blood curdling scream and there's no doubt about it, I've definitely torn a groin muscle this time. My legs feel completely useless now and I cannot open my eyes I'm hurting so much. I'm tapping out like a maniac.

Roland

I use my hands to place you in a knee lock while I use my legs to extend your other leg out more, pulling both towards the ground as you scream in complete agony. The knee lock is applied while you're still in the Leg Split submission. Doubling the pain once more.

Sumiko

"Taptaptaptap!" I cry over and over again. The ligaments in my knee are taking some serious damage and now my thigh muscles are starting to give out. I'm also completely embarrassed having my legs spread out in front of you like this.

Roland

"I've told you once, I've told you twice", I say pulling towards the ground much more, "Tapping is useless".

Sumiko

"I'll do anything!!! PLEASE!!!"

Roland

"You've already done what I wanted" I reply, increasing the pressure, "You can do no more". The pressure on the hold continues to increase, I pull towards the ground again the hold intensifies.

Sumiko

The torturous hold is overwhelming my senses and soon you can see my eyes are going white again. Drool starts fall from the corner of my mouth as I lose consciousness.

Roland

I release the hold letting you lay on the ground for a couple of minutes as I watch you, though I pass the time by planting my foot firmly on your stomach.

Sumiko

You refuse to let me fade away, releasing me at the last possible moment. I lay on the floor, faintly breathing. A thin sheen of sweat covers my body. My arms and legs are splayed to the sides. My chest bobs up and down. I gasp as you compress my midsection.

Roland

"You thought this was a normal match when you got here" I state, "Rude awakening"

Sumiko

My feet beat against the ground and I turn my head from side to side, desperate to show any signs of life.

"I...quit..."

Roland

I let my foot off and kick your ribs until you turn on your stomach. It's best to make this as easy as possible.

Sumiko

My body flops over from the kick and it almost looks like I'm nodding my head in resignation.

Roland

I step over you and grasp your ankles, hooking them under my shoulders as I grab your wrists, standing up to get you in a Rocking Horse move. You are swung effortlessly, like a ragdoll almost, not that there was a difference at this point.

Sumiko

My beaten body is easy to manipulate, almost conforming to whatever position you want. That doesn't make the rocking horse hold any less agonizing. I'm a useless wreck, quietly moaning as I rock back and forth. Tears fall from my face, staining the carpet below.

Roland

Naturally I begin swinging much faster, as you are rocking back and forth to no avail, being limited by nothing.

Sumiko

With every swing, you can hear my bones shifting and popping. My head twitches with every minor injury and you can see my fingers curling into twisted shapes.

Roland

I let your arms down as I tuck my hands under your chin, lifting you back up for the same move, with your neck this time... I pull your head until it's touching my stomach.

Sumiko

"Aaah...uuuh...AAIIIEEEEEEE!" Just when I thought I was too weak to make any noise, the final adjustment to the rocking hold has me screaming my lungs out. My body goes from a "U" shape to almost a full circle as you cruelly push my body to its limits.

Roland

I drop you back onto the ground as you lie limp, you won't get to pass out just yet. I grab your waist and bring you to your knees.

I keep a good hold on your waist as I start dry humping you, although there is no penetration, it all feels the same, the move keeps going as I now latch on to your breasts, groping them.

Sumiko

I'd wrestled men before and always assumed they were excited at the prospect of grappling with me...but they never acted on it. You're a different kind of beast.

My tired squirming does nothing and I'm putty in your hands. My mounds conform to your hands as you fondle me. I become emotional again as I feel your hardness through your briefs.

"Mmm...nnnuh..."

Roland

Acting on my dominance, I then lean on your body, pressing my weight primitively against yours, wrapping my legs around your waist while I continue. The groping still goes on, I practically grope your crotch again, pinning you down before I get in my final move.

Sumiko

I flatten out as you lay on top of me, just wanting this to be over. You're able to put your disgusting hands wherever you want...on my breasts...my body...my crotch...all the while, I feel you pressing against my back, clearly enjoying yourself.

Roland

This goes on for 10 minutes. I then wrap my arms around your neck and turn on my back as you face up for the Grapevine Choke, the finisher.

Sumiko

After 10 minutes of being violated, I regret ever agreeing to this...hell, I regret ever wrestling in the first place. I'm amazed and repulsed that you didn't cream yourself during this whole thing...you're some kind of devil.

My limp body is dragged on top of you and I think I'm going to die when your legs crush my mid-section and your thick arms compress my windpipe.

All that's left for me to do is gurgle.

Roland

Trying to prevent myself from killing you out of sheer excitement, impulse, I still tighten the hold, waiting for you to fade out. The problem is that you may not know what I would do, especially from what I have done. Scary thought.

Sumiko

Everything fades to black as the choke becomes unbelievably tight. I stop fighting it, choosing to pass out in your arms...I don't even want to think about the aftermath.

Roland

You pass out in my arms. Ironically, instead of using this moment to rape you. I am gentle instead, letting you face up on the mat. With that I now unlock the door, stepping out. Where I'm heading to next? Quite unsure.

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Have I mentioned how much I enjoy seeing beautiful women in camel clutches? And how beautiful Angela Fong is? Well, I wonder what would happen if Angela faced off with a wrestler who models himself after the Iron Sheik? What would happen indeed...

Stepping Up

The Sheik (TheCrimsonRisk)

"Gimme that damn microphone!" I yell, ripping it out of the timekeeper's hand. My scheduled opponent for the night had gotten the flu or chicken pox or some other garbage and cancelled. I bet he took one look at who he was wrestling and thought better of it. I slid into the ring to address the crowd.

"I drove 200 miles to be here and it was to wrestle a match, not to stare at what has to be the ugliest, most in-bred crowd I've ever seen. Now I know everyone in this promotion is afraid of me, but I'm issuing an open challenge. I am a former NWA WORLD CHAMPION. Someone get their ass out here right now! Make a name for yourself!"

I throw the mic to the ground and stare at the entrance ramp, fuming.

Angela Fong (daman077c)

Understandably shaken, someone from the back pushes me through the curtain. Seeing The Sheik in the ring, I'm visibly shaking, slowly walking towards the ring, as a group of fans attempt to cheer me on.

Climbing into the ring, I immediately notice the size difference; you TOWER over my 5'4", 125 pound frame. I'm breathing heavily, dressed in a deep, dark blue two piece.

Sheik

My eyes widen as I see your beautiful face emerge from backstage. This was certainly the last thing I was expecting.

I pick up the mic again. "Wait a minute, wait a minute...I said I wanted a match, cutie pie. A WRESTLING match! If you want a date, maybe we can set something up after I win tonight...but you'll probably have to wait in line, darlin'."

I drop the mic again and turn my back to you to face the crowd. I make kissy faces at the women in the audience and boos rain down upon me. "You know you want it!"

Angela

As you turn your back, my scared face turns to a scowl, as I swing a kick between the uprights that are your legs. I'm going for distance....

Sheik

"I got time for you to grannie!" I bark, glaring at an elderly woman. "You..." A sharp pain between my legs cuts me off.

I hop up in surprise and use the ropes to limp over to the corner. "Ow ow ow! What was that?" I lay back massaging my backside.

Angela

Charging, I rush at you with a barrage of forearms. There seems to be no indication from the referee that this is officially a match, but I could care less. I was already insulted, considering you just tried to set me up on a date. GROSS.

Sheik

I signal for a timeout, but the bell rings to start the match. You're all over me with forearms and even though you're a little one, I'm unprepared for your assault. "Hold on...ow!...Angela...agh!"

Angela

I keep firing away with forearms as a referee slides into the ring, and quickly makes a break for us in the corner. He has to pry me off of you, as I kick and scream.

"You bastard!" I scream, flailing wildly as the referee pushes me away.

Sheik

My eyes are bugging out as I shake my head. Where the hell did that come from? Even the referee can barely hold you back...but this could work to my advantage.

As you fight to get to me, I reach over his shoulder and stick a thumb right in your eye!

Angela

"OWW!" I yell, the referee unable to see the completely illegal poke to the eye. I stammer away, holding the ropes as I blindly make my way to the corner.

Sheik

As the ref looks at me I raise my hands in the air innocently. Then I push him aside and run at you with my arm extended, looking to deliver a lariat to the back of your head.

Angela

The fans, referee, even you might think I have "Spidey-Sense," as I instictively duck the lariat, and fall backwards onto my butt. My eyes are wide open, the fans going "Ohh!" at my evasion.

You spin around, and you look to be INCENSED.

Sheik

Like a mad bull, I stomp over to where you're sitting before you can scoot away. There's some laughter in the crowd at my missed attack. I ain't no comedian!

I reach down to grab a hold of your ankles.

Angela

I'm scared shitless, and as you grab my ankles, I begin to kick wildly, wresting my right leg free to send a kick to the side of your jaw.

"Lemme go!" I shout, as I throw the kick.

Sheik

I catch your foot easily and grin as I shake my head at you. Looking down between your legs like this...all sorts of nasty ideas are going through my head.

I stomp down hard, right around your pelvic area, which causes the ref to issue a warning. "That was on her stomach, ref!" I deliver another one, even closer to your groin than the last.

Angela

"OOHHHH!" I shout, as both stomps land, easily an illegal pair of stomps. I roll to my side, my hands covering my crotch.

"Ref, that is SO CHEATING!

Sheik

"Never cheated in my life, ref!" He doesn't seem to be too convinced, but there's not much he can do about it anyway. I kneel down next to you and place my hands on your side. Damn, you've got a sexy ass body. I rise up slightly and come down with my knee on your mid-section.

Angela

"OOWWWWF!" I shout, my hands quickly grabbing at your knee, which is placed neatly in my abdomen. "Get OFF!"

Sheik

"Shut it!" I roll you over a bit and drop another knee, this one closer to the small of your back.

Angela

The knee does some damage, as I feel a slight pop within my slender frame. "OWWW!" I cry, quickly clutching my damaged back, right above the cut of my dark blue wrestling tights.

Sheik

I posture up putting even more weight on the knee, then reach forward to secure a chinlock. We've only been wrestling for a few minutes, but my hands are already sweaty and now they're wrenching your neck.

Angela

"Uuuuunnnnnnnnnnnn..." I groan, reaching for your hands to attempt to pry them apart. A few beads of sweat roll down my face as the referee asks me if I submit.

"NO!" I shout back, reaching for the ropes. They're so far away...

Sheik

"You're a slippery one, ain't ya?" I twist your neck some more, but it's hard to balance with one knee on your squishy back. Slowly, but surely, you're making your way to the ropes...

...I grab the hand that's reaching out and hook it behind my leg before applying the chinlock again, though it's more of a half camel clutch now. I can't secure your other arm so I concentrate on leaning back into the hold. "Come ooooon..."

Angela

There's a pair of pops, as something in my neck, along with something in my back, slide out. "Nnnooo!" I scream back, my left fingertips brushing the bottom rope. Need....to...get...the...rope...

Sheik

"Grrrr..." Your other arm slips free and I realize that you're not going to tap yet. And I thought this would be an easy night. I stand up and grab your ankles again dragging you back to the middle of the ring. With startling quickness I elevate and drop a huge elbow right across the back of your neck.

Angela

"Owf!" I yelp, grabbing the back of my neck. I rise to my knees, but I'm faced away from you. Can't be good...

Sheik

"Angela, Angela...where are you going?" I straddle you, admiring your muscular back before leaping up and dropping my fat ass right on top of you. That's two bills flattening you!

Angela

The thigh press flattens me out on the canvas. "AHH!" I cry out, clutching my back, which now has a sharp pain shooting through it.

"My back..." I trail off, as I slowly rise back to my knees.

Sheik

I easily scoop you up in my arms, tossing your stomach over my shoulder so that you're looking down at the mat. "Ready to go for a ride?"

*WHAM*

I run to a corner and slam you back first against the top turnbuckle! The whole ring shakes and I maintain my hold, getting ready for another one.

Angela

"AHAHohh..." I moan, as my unprotected, wide open back slams the turnbuckle. The whole ring shakes with the slam. My long black hair dangles down towards the mat as I'm marched around the ring.

Sheik

"Out of the way, ref!" I yell, almost bowling him over as I dart over to the other corner slamming you again. I can feel your insides quivering.

I turn back to the centre of the ring and fall to my knees, dumping you to the mat and completing the power slam. A loud "oooooooh" comes from the crowd and I wipe my hands off, satisfied. "She's done!" I say, placing a hand on your chest.

1...

2...

Angela

I throw my shoulder up at the last second, surprising you. I slowly roll to my left side, grabbing my hurting spine. Maybe I'm just delaying the inevitable...

Sheik

"What?!?" I stand up and poke the ref in the chest before slapping my hands together. "That was three!"

Angela

You're turned away, giving me the opportunity to get to my feet, my left hand still holding the small of my back. I charge and throw a quick dropkick; maybe I can fight a bit better on the outside?

Sheik

As you expected, catching me off guard is more than enough to send me sprawling and I end up tumbling out over the second rope.

I manage to catch myself and avoid any major damage, but I did not like that! "Oh come on!" I yell, slapping the apron in frustration. I do a little march around the ring to cool down.

Angela

As you storm around the outside, your head is turned away from the ring. Still holding my lower back. I ascend to the top rope, and leap off, executing a crossbody from the top to the outside!

Sheik

The crowd starts to stir and unfortunately for you, one of your young fans starts to point excitedly as you start your high flying maneuver. I know what's coming and I turn just in time to catch you. "Whoof!"

Holding you across my chest for a moment, I think about what to do with you. "Angela! Angela!" some fans say. "You want her?" I reply.

I arch back violently, slinging you up and over my head with a fallaway slam sending your puny frame smashing into the metal guard rail!

Angela

I unceremoniously crash into the guard rail and am laid out, the fans screaming "OHH!" The referee quickly slides out of the ring to check on me. "You OK?" I don't respond.

Some of the fans near me begin to get a bit scared for my physical health, as the bump into the guard rail was particularly NASTY.

Sheik

Enough of this crap! I'm not getting paid enough to put up with wrestling some stupid woman. I angrily climb back into the ring and start to boss the ref around. "Start the count ref!"

1...

2...

3...

4...

Angela

I slowly begin to come to. My back, my neck, my head, they're all throbbing with pain.

5...

6...

7...

I slowly climb the ring apron, and weakly roll under the bottom rope.

Sheik

"What are you doing?!?" I whine, like a child who didn't get his way. I start to rain down heavy leather all over your upper body, trying to leave my boot prints on your smooth flesh.

Angela

The stomps land all over my midsection; stomach, ribs, lower back. The referee has to step in to pull you away, as I grab all three areas, my face twisted in pain.

Sheik

"Get the hell offa me!" I say. I know I'm risking a disqualification here and I don't think I could stand that humiliation so I back off...for a few seconds anyway. He wants me to wrestle? Fine, I'll wrestle.

As soon as I can get free I scoop you off the mat and wrap one big arm around your waist. With one swift motion I lift you up and connect with an over the knee backbreaker.

Angela

Deep within my back I feel a sharp crunch, and just like that, my back is badly damaged. "Nnnnohhhhhhohhhh...." I moan, crashing off your knee. I'm quickly at my breaking point, my back arched high in the air, my right hand clutching at the small of my back.

There's several cat-calls of "Angela!" as I'm down. You're standing over me, ready to pounce.

Sheik

"You're done, cutie pie!" I take you by the back of your top and haul you up, sticking your head between my legs. Sliding my arms under your elbows, I force them into a double underhook position. I jerk you upwards, jarring your shoulders and holding upside down.

Normally I would have to strain to keep you in this position, but you're light as a feather and I take my time letting the blood rush to your head. Then I lift and flip you over, cracking your back across my knee again.

Angela

Even with the crowd noise, there's an audible *POP* as several vertebrae slip from their positions. "NNNNNNNNOOOOOohhhhunnnnnnnnn..." I groan, rolling left and right, my back arched high into the air, my left hand pressed against the small of my back. All of the fight has been completely drained out of me. It's just torture, now.

Sheik

"Geeeet up, girl..." I scrape you off the mat and shoot you a toothy smile. I position us so we're standing back to back, then reach over my own shoulder and put my hands under your chin again. With a sharp tug, I lean forward and drag you off your feet onto my back. I lean forward, stretching your neck with a hangman hold while bending your spine.

Angela

My hands weakly pry at your hands underneath my chin, as the referee checks on me. "Do you give? Do you give, Angela?"

"Nnnnnoo...." I weakly respond. This hold is tugging at my back, my neck... It's painful.

Sheik

I relax for a second before leaning forward again, making sure to jostle your body and neck as I do so. "Submit!"

Angela

"Aaaaahhhhhh.....Nnnnnooo....." I weakly respond. The hold is getting more and more painful with each second in it.

Sheik

I might be able to make you submit to this...but I'm having too much fun. I straighten up and then bellow loudly before dropping onto my butt bringing you down with me. When I land, your trapped head is snapped down across my shoulder.

Angela

My neck snaps across your shoulder, and I curl into a ball, both of my hands grabbing the back of my neck. A collective "OHH!" comes from the crowd.

Sheik

For a moment, I couldn't hear a thing, just the sound of the crowd and your suffering. Then I realize the ref is telling me to end this and to everyone's surprise, I nod my head.

I roll your limp body over and do a more definitive pin this time, pressing my body against yours. Your firm body feels outstanding beneath me.

1...

2...

"Nope!" I say with a laugh. You’re pulled off of the mat by your hair. "Not done yet..."

I help you up and gently slap you a couple of times to wake you. "You're gonna need your legs for this, Angela." I whip you into the turnbuckles hard, looking to bounce you off of them.

Angela

I hit the turnbuckle with unabated speed, my injured back taking the full brunt of the blow. I stagger out, my left hand grabbing my spine. This can't be good...

Sheik

"Come to poppa!" As soon as you’re within range, I take you into my arms and apply a hellacious bearhug! No slow build up here, I'm going full force right away, sweeping you off of your feet and squeezing the life out of you.

Angela

The bearhug is crushing, and you feel a massive amount of pops and crunches from my back. "AAAHHHHOHHHhhunnnnnnohhhh,,,," I scream, and it slowly turns to a deep moan. My arms are limp at my sides, and I lean back, a last ditch attempt to alleviate the immense pressure. My chest gleams with sweat, running between my breasts, down my stomach, passed my pierced naval.

The referee looks distraught, and walks forward to check my well-being. "Angela?" he asks.

He raises my arm.... and it falls. "One!" he yells.

He raises my arm again.... and it falls a second time. "Two!"

Sheik

You're unceremoniously dropped to the mat. The ref shoots me a quizzical look. "Damn...my arms musta got tired. She's heavier than she looks."

"You could stand to lose some weight, Angela!" I taunt. I deliver a hard kick to your side and nudge you over onto your stomach. The crowd is booing heavily and I respond by making a throat slashing gesture.

Angela

"Uuuunnnnn..." I groan, grabbing my side. The crowd's booing grows louder and louder - they know what's coming next.

Sheik

I slowly lower myself into a seated position on top of you. It's a comfy place to be. As I settle in, I wiggle my hips a little letting you feel just how much size is flattening you to the mat.

I take one limb at a time, securing them under my armpits, letting you fully appreciate what's happening to you. The hold secure, I clamp my stinking fingers around your mouth and execute a devastating camel clutch.

Angela

*POP* *POP* *POP* My back gives out. "UUUUWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I scream. "REF, I GIVE, I GIVE! AHHHHohhhhh..."

Sheik

Despite the referee's attempts to pull me off, I keep the clutch locked on tight. I slide my crotch up and down your back, grinding your spine along the way. You can feel my hot breath on the back of your head and neck.

"HHHHHNNNNGGGH!" I'm straining my muscles to the limit, contorting in ways you didn't think were possible.

"Say it again!!!"

Angela

"I GIVE, PLEASE!!" There's another pop, another vertebrae giving out. "AHHHAAAHHOwwwwwww.... I give..."

My eyes slowly begin to shutter, the pain is just too immense.

Sheik

I ease up and lean in. You can feel my filthy beard brushing against the side of your face. "Say you'll quit wrestling and I'll let go. Deal?" I slowly start to ramp up the pressure again...

Angela

"I.... I'll never give up wrestling...." I weakly mutter. I feel the pressure building in my lower back, and my eyes tightly shut, my teeth clenched together.

Sheik

I pull back even farther, putting more into the hold than I ever have. I'm trembling from the amount of effort I'm exerting. Your lower body is pinned to the ground while your stomach and chest are nearly at a 90 degree angle. "Say...you...quit...!"

Angela

"Nnnnnnnnooo!" I scream back. There's just too much pressure on my spine. "AAAAHHHHHUNNNOHHHHHUnnnnnnnnnnoohhhhhh..." I moan.

Sheik

The referee is saying something, but I ignore him. Is he throwing the match out? Whatever. I'm drenched in sweat now from working the hold, but there's no way I'm letting go. I just keep cranking it...and cranking it...and cranking it...

Angela

With all of the cranking, you're met with a satisfying *POP*, as everything in my back finally gives up the ghost. I try to cry out in pain, but there's nothing there. My eyes slowly shut, my head lulling against your left wrist. It's all over. I'm out cold. I can't hear the referee admonishing you, the fans booing, you stomping around the ring. I'm away in dreamland, where there is no such thing as pain. It's ALL OVER.

Sheik

The referee gives me a disgusted look as I raise my arm and I decided I've had enough of him for one day. I slam a closed fist into his face, knocking him for a loop. As I see your beaten body lying on the floor I realize there's no one to stop me from putting you in yet another camel clutch...

...but out of the corner of my eye, I see a bunch of the local wrestlers from the back charge out. They don't look like they're happy with me!

I bail out of the ring through the crowd, cursing everyone out. "Your pathetic! This company is pathetic! This whole town is pathetic!" As I fight my way through the crowd to leave, I look back and see one of your fellow wrestlers cradling you in his arms. Loser.

Angela

I don't know who's holding me, but I'm lifeless in his arms. He caresses my head, and I very, very slowly flash back and forth between consciousness and unconsciousness. I hear the fans clapping as he carries me to the back, and I pass out again.

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

I was watching NXT, which made me think about lovely up-and-coming Diva Paige (the former Britani Knight). Another NXT talent, Big E Langston, just debuted on RAW and I thought wouldn't it be great if Paige had been promoted instead? I wonder how Big E would take that news...

Unhappy Trails

Paige (TheCrimsonRisk)

I stand in the middle of the ring, trying to contain my emotion. The NXT fans have been so supportive. The cameras have already stopped rolling, but the officials have allowed me to stick around and say a few words.

"I just want to say..." I start to get choked up. "...what an honour it's been to perform for you guys." My charming British accent adds a layer of class and dignity to my departure.

My body is covered in a sheen of sweat from the match I just wrestled. It was hard fought and though I'm sore, I just can't bear to leave the ring. I take a few steps to compose myself, giving everyone a good view of my body in my black shorts and top.

I'm about to continue when loud music cuts off my speech...

Big E Langston (Raden)

* Big_E_Langston comes storming down to the ring, looking like an enraged bull... this was supposed to be my callup! Who the hell changed the plans?

Well, I'm jumping the line...

I get into the ring, and without wasting any time, barrel at you like a freight train and nearly decapitate you with a massive clothesline

Paige

"Big E!" I'm not sure what he wants, but he doesn't look happy. "What..."

*THOOM*

The stiff clothesline turns my lights out for a moment. The microphone in my hand caused the impact to reverberate around the arena.

When my vision clears, I'm curled up on the ground holding my face.

Big E

I'm exhaling hard through my nose. If I were any madder, smoke or fire might be coming out.

I'm looking to make sure this is as close to the WWE's main roster as you see.

I reach down and grab you by the hair, hauling you to your feet against your will. I stare hard into your eyes for a moment before I get between your legs and hoist you easily up onto my wide shoulder.

I stand in the middle of the ring for a moment... and then fall down, landing on my back and slamming you face first off the canvas with my finisher, the Big Ending.

Whoever said the human body can't bounce has just been proven wrong...

Paige

The room is still spinning as I'm hoisted up into the air. "E! E...don't!"

I kick my legs and pound a fist against your chest, but you don't seem to notice at all.

Suddenly, I'm plummeting towards the canvas. Every part of my body, from my knees to my stomach to my face, lands hard. I flop around before settling down on my back.

Never felt anything like that before...

Big E

I stand up, still seeing red. Once clearly wasn't enough.

I reach down and scoop you up, getting under your legs and your back/neck, picking you up like one would hold a baby

Then I roll you back onto my shoulder, and after another short delay to make the crowd realize what is about to happen...down you go again.

I could probably do this all day... I'm capable of deadlifting you, which isn't really hard given the size discrepancy.

Paige

As I'm lifted up again, my WWE dream has quickly turned into a nightmare. That first Big Ending was more than enough to take all the fight out of me. I can't take another one. I can't!

As you hold me up, I tap weakly on your side, signalling my submission...maybe you'll let go...

I go numb again as the impact from the maneouvre sends me into shock. I lay on the mat twitching. People are booing and screaming.

Big E

My move may be called the Big Ending... and it's threatening to put a big ending on your main-roster WWE career before it starts.

I ignore the fans. I don't care what they think. This is my time, damn it!

I scoop you up off the canvas again. Without a shred of remorse, you're easily hiked up again. Even when your body is limp like this, I can just do whatever I want.

The only place left to go from here... is down.

*BANG!* That one may have broken a slat under the ring... or some ribs. Not entirely sure which.

Paige

This time there's no movement on my part. No feeble kicking, no sign of submission...my mind knows what's going on, but my body is wasted.

My body doesn't bounce and I feel the entirety of the move through my bones. Even though I've been landing on my front, my spine is badly jarred and everything feels out of place.

I lay on top of your massive, muscular body, breathing sporadically.

Big E

This time, you don't roll off me, so I have to push you off of me.

I get up again. The booing of the crowd is deafening.

I decide to finish the job on your back and spine.

I pick you up and haul you over my shoulder again, but this time, you're slung over it back-first and not stomach-first. You're wondering if I'm about to do my finisher in reverse when the answer comes... my hands lock over your chin and chest and begin to pull downward, viciously.

To compound the backbreaker, I start to bounce you up and down.

Paige

I'm brought back to consciousness in the worst way possible. Through sheer pain.

"HHRRRNNNNAAAAAAAAAH!!!" I scream louder than I thought was humanly possible.

With every bounce I hear a crack or a snap or a pop. The sound of my bones being destroyed are audible to the closest fans who sit in stunned silence.

Big E

There is an evil smile on my face which only gets wider with every crunch and scream.

Every pop is another possibility you won't return to action.

Maybe it's your bubble being popped, the bubble of your dreams of being a WWE Diva

I grind the hold in a little tighter, shaking you back and forth.

Paige

"...uuuuunnn....uuuuuh..."

Moments ago I was delivering a heartfelt farewell and now I'm reduced to moaning.

There's a sickeningly loud crunch and my whole body quivers. My legs seem to move independent of my torso as my ragged form is manipulated in an inhuman manner.

It's obvious to everyone watching...and you...that my back is broken.

Big E

Your career may have just hit a "big ending" of its own, when your back is broken in this hold.

And despite that, I still drop you like a hefty sack in the middle of the ring.

I stand over your body, as serious as possible... I won't be overlooked anymore.

With that, my music hits, and I head to the back as the EMTs come down urgently to tend to you.

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Another quickie. This one is based off of a custom I ordered with Angela Fong and Miss Rachel and since it might be some time since I get to book a sequel, I figured this would have to do for now. NOTE: This RP is even better if you read all of Rachel's lines with her sinister British accent ;)

Replacement Killer






Angela Fong (TheCrimsonRisk)

As you enter the room, my heart sinks. Not you again...

"Rachel...um, so good to see you? Listen, I heard I was going to be wrestling Ivelisse. Have you seen her around?"

I had been stretching in my purple onesie before you came in, feeling super confident, but the mere sight of you makes me feel about two feet tall.

Ms. Rachel (daman077c)

I roll into the ring and look you over, folding my arms as I stand.

"Umm... no, I haven't."

I can tell the mere sight of me is making you quite nervous, drawing a smile from my face.

Angela

"I think there's been a misunderstanding. I mean...we wrestled before, remember? I don't think anyone wants to see that again. Listen, I'm going to go find Ivelisse."

I start to walk across the ring, trying to skirt by you.

Rachel

My right hand quickly lashes out, slamming a palmstrike against your taut abs, pushing you back into the ring.

"You're going NOWHERE."

Angela

"Oof!" Even your palm feels super heavy. "Rachel, listen, this is a mistake." I put my hand on your shoulder to calm you down. Surely, you'll listen to reason.

Rachel

"No mistake here." My right hand rears back and slams into your stomach again as I swipe your arm from my shoulder.

"I want MORE of you."

Angela

"OOOH...hooo..." I immediately fall to my ass, surprised by your attack. "Rachel...wait..." I start to scoot backwards, looking to escape.

Rachel

My arms grab your legs as you grab the middle rope. I pull you up into the air by your feet and pull you into the ring, dropping you down hard onto your back in the center of the ring.

Angel

"No no no!" I crash in the middle of the ring. "Auugh!" I arch my back instinctively, rolling on to my side.

"Rachel, don't do this!"

Rachel

Keeping a hold of your feet, I turn you over onto your stomach before hitting the ropes on your side, jumping into the air and coming down with a big splash to your lower back!

Angela

All of the air rushes out of me as you flatten me like a pancake. I'm stuck to the mat as your bodacious bod is all over me. "Aaaa...uuuh..."

Rachel

Slowly I peel myself off of you, straddling your back and pulling you up to your hands and knees.

"Lets torture that back, shall we?"

I quickly jump into the air, coming down with ALL of my weight with a crippling thigh press!

Angela

"AAAAH!" I scream loudly, not expecting you to be able to follow up so quickly. To be that strong and that fast...unfair...

As loud as I am, I feel like my back wants to scream even louder from the massive weight that comes down on it. I'm laid out again and I don't feel I can get up.

Rachel

Licking my lips, I sit down on your back, pulling your arms back over my knees, clasping my hands underneath your chin, sinking in a painful Camel Clutch!

I weakly rock back and forth, adding slight pressure to the hold every few moments.

Angela

I do what I can to fight back, but the splash and thigh press have taken most of the fight out of me. When my arms are trapped, I know the camel clutch is inevitable. I hate this move and after being put in it over and over again by you, I never wanted to experience it again.

Your fat fingers squeeze my jaw and my back is bent terribly. Every time you rock, it's absolute agony.

I let out a muffled moan, my arms weakly slapping against your thighs.

Rachel

"You tapping out? You giving up already?"

I continue to rock back and forth, loosening the grip around your chin to allow you to speak.

Angela

"Y...yes..." I croak. "I give up...Rachel...unngh! Not a match...this is...oooh...a mistake...uuuhuhuuuuh..."

Rachel

Pulling you back up to your knees whilst holding onto the Camel Clutch, I jump up and slam down another thigh press, continuing to target your spine.

"Good. Miss Rachel one, Angela Fong zero."

Angela

"Haauggh!" I gasp as you bring your ass down on me again. We're nowhere near the same weight class as you keep reminding me in the worst way possible.

I roll over, stretching out to try and alleviate my suffering but it doesn't do much. I look up at you, crossing my arms over my chest to signal my surrender. "One...? No...oh no...please..."

Rachel

A large grin forms on my face as I grab a hold of your hair, pulling you to your feet and bending you over in-between my legs. Wrapping my arms around your waist, I easily lift you up and onto my shoulders, completing the first part of a big powerbomb.

"Ready to be folded in half? Oh wait, don't answer, I already know what you're gonna say."

As the words leave my lips, I sling you down hard onto your back with a thunderous Powerbomb, shaking the ring!

Angela

As I'm up on your shoulders, I look down at you with the saddest, most pathetic look on my face. "Rachel, please, please..." I mutter. The smile on your face is scary.

*THWAM*

The impact reverberates through my teeth, travelling through my frail body. Never...never been hit with a power bomb...like that...

"Muuuuh...muuh...back...muh baaack..."

Rachel

Rolling you over onto your stomach, I grab a hold of your arms and pull you back towards a corner. A sadistic smile forms on my face as I slowly climb up the ropes; first the bottom rope, then up to the middle rope, facing the corner.

I take a look back at your prone body and another big smile forms on my face as I bounce up and down, then jump off, crushing your lower back with a Banzai Drop!

Angela

My feet beat weakly against the mat as you drag me around like a corpse. Again, I know exactly what you have planned but I'm helpless to stop it.

You seem to be bouncing in slow motion, your massive behind dwarfing me. "Get up..." I say in my head. "Get up...Angela..."

"Get up...get up...get up..." When you start to come down, everything speeds up and I'm splattered in an instant. My legs kick up on their own and my arms flop around. I can't catch my breath...am I...am I going to die like this...?

Rachel

Slowly standing up, a chuckle bubbling up and spitting out of my mouth as I step back away from your body.

"Aww, did I hurt your back, Angela? Did I hurt you?"

Angela

Sweet, sweet air rushes back into my lungs when you get off of me. I'm seeing stars from the onslaught and when my senses return I find myself hanging halfway out of the ring. Must have rolled over some...

Escape! I can get away! Have to...but...my body just isn't responding. All I have to do is crawl a couple of feet and I'll be out but I just can't.

"Hurts...so bad...Rachel..."

Rachel

My chuckle turns to a laugh as I see you squirming, trying to get away. I grab a hold of one of your feet, dragging you back into the center of the ring.

"You don't get away that easily."

I grab a handful of your jet-black hair, lifting you to your feet, then sweeping you off them. In one complete motion, I slam you down hard with an over-the-knee backbreaker!

Angela

My back bends beautifully over your knee. It would make for a great pose if this were swimsuit calendar, but being forced to bend like this is almost unbearable. The knee against my spine creates a lingering, stabbing pain.

Rachel

I unceremoniously dump you from my knee and stand up, a glimmer in my eye; a smile on my face.

"Ooh, that looked like that hurt."

Angela

I lay on my belly and turn my face away from you. My hand comes up to wipe a tear from my eye. I can't let you see me like this.

Rachel

"Aww, are you crying?" I lay into you with a hard stomp to your belly.

"You want a hug? Here, lemme give you a hug."

I grab another handful of your long hair, pulling you back to your feet, wrapping my arms around your slender frame with a crushing bearhug.

Angela

As soon as I feel you start to squeeze, I let out a pathetic whimper. I wrap my arms and legs around you and bury my face in your shoulder to hide my pain, but as my body continues to be punished I arch back, my hair whipping around.

You can see a look of total despair and anguish on my angelic face.

Rachel

Pumping tight, then loose, then tight again, your despair grows with every passing moment as your back takes more and more damage from the bearhug.

"Yeah, let's hug it out..."

Angela

My arms and legs get weaker and weaker, slowly falling off of you...dangling behind me...my feet inches from the ground...

I moan softly, quietly begging for mercy.

Rachel

Slowly I lean over, putting you back on your feet, bending you backwards as I continue to pump the bearhug again and again. You look like you're fading quickly.

"Hug it out..." I rest my head against your shoulder, adding weight to the hold pressing against and down on your body.

Angela

"Nnnnuuuh..." I protest in vain. You're a master of submissions and you're showing it now. I'd rather be mauled by an actual bear than be in your clutches a second longer.

With your face against my skin, you can feel the moisture building up on my flesh. I'm exhausted from this beating. My mouth hangs open and a bit of my saliva falls to the mat.

Rachel

"Yeah, I think you're almost done."

I squeeze as tight as I can momentarily, then loosen, dropping to a knee, pulling you onto your knees. I tighten the bearhug again.

Angela

I'm manipulated easily, my bones having shifted out of place from the crushing hold. My only response is the occasional gag or squeal. You're in complete control.

My eyes start to roll into the back of my head...

Rachel

"Night night, Angela."

I slowly roll us both onto our sides, continuing to squeeze the bearhug as you fade further and further away. I softly lay my head on your chest, closing my eyes to fall asleep, holding you tightly in my arms.

"My teddy bear."

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

As per usual, daman077c was looking to beat up on Angela but I've had my eye on another ex-WWE diva, Ivelisse Velez. She's recently started doing customs and I'm waiting to order one with her, but until that time comes I figured it couldn't hurt (us, that is) to play around with her character a bit. This is a follow-up to another RP we did, which in itself was a follow-up to a custom damo ordered. So this is, like, a trilogy now?

A Friend In Need

vs.

TheCrimsonRisk

Angela walked to the ring with her arm draped over her friend for support. Ivelisse had reluctantly agreed to help Angela make it to her match. She knew how badly she wanted her belt back, no matter how dangerous it was.

"Huh. April's late. Typical." Angela said, sounding confident. The two women slid into the ring and Ivelisse helped the former champion stretch out her sore back.

Angela was dressed in her favourite blue outfit, the tight pants emphasizing her shapely legs and butt. Unfortunately, she also had to pack on some bandages around her mid-section. Not the most glamorous accessory.

Ivelisse wore a simple silver one-piece that was respectfully cut while still giving a generous view of her amazing body. She had a match later that day, but decided it couldn't hurt to change early.

Angela sat down and spread out her legs as far as she could, then Ivelisse put her hands on her back and pushed her face down to the mat. Angela groaned, but knew that this was necessary to prepare her for her title match. She wouldn't lose this time...

daman077c

Her title belt flung over her shoulder, April Hunter entered the room, but she wasn't dressed to compete. She was in street clothes, a confident smile on her face as she spotted Angela and Ivelisse in the ring. "Ah, Angela. How's that back of yours feeling?"

She strutted to the side of the ring, looking at Ivelisse stretching Angela out. "You know, considering I just about broke every vertebrae in that weak back of yours."

TheCrimsonRisk

Angela nearly shot up off the mat right then and there, but Ivelisse held her down. "Oh, don't worry about Angela's back," Ivelisse said. "It's more than ready. You should be more worried about your ass, because she's coming to get a piece of it."

daman077c

April scoffed. "Not today, sweetie. See, I got hurt a few days ago, and sadly, I'm not cleared to wrestle." Turning sideways, she looked at the door to the room, then back to Angela and Ivelisse.

"But I DO have a replacement for you two..."

TheCrimsonRisk

Ivelisse helped Angela up and sure enough, aside from the bandages Angela looked pretty good. Still, they shared a curious glance at April's words. She was not one to be trusted.

daman077c

April looked back to the door, and in walked the large Titan, who had to duck his head to get through the doorframe. April turned back to the girls. "Titan, meet Angela. Angela, meet your opponent, Titan!"

Titan had a large grin on his face as he cracked his knuckles, then adjusted his wrist tape slightly.

TheCrimsonRisk

*Gulp!* Angela couldn't hide her fear. Ivelisse put her arm around her again, giving her shoulder a soft squeeze.

"Now wait a minute," Ivelisse started. "This wasn't the deal, April! Angela was supposed to get her rematch today and you know it. So cut the crap and get in here."

daman077c

April fumbled around, checking her pockets. She pulled out a flimsy piece of paper and reached out to hand it to Ivelisse. "Oh, I'm serious. Look at that note! Says I'm 'not cleared to wrestle,' and while I'd LOVE to break Angela again... I think Titan might like to do it more.""

Titan walked up and stood next to April. "But you know what, I think I've got an idea. Let's make this a fair match, and make it you, Ivelisse, and Angela, against Titan?"

TheCrimsonRisk

Ivelisse ripped the piece of paper out of April's hands and showed it to Angela. The two nodded, then whispered something to each other.

Angela stepped forward. "I tell you what. If we manage to beat your thug here, then I get to choose the stipulation for our rematch. Deal?" She crumpled up the paper and bounced it off April's chest.

daman077c

April smirked, watching the piece of paper bounce off of her chest. She looked back up to Angela. "Deal. Have fun with Titan, dear."

April backed away from the ring as Titan stormed forward, climbing up onto the ring apron. He stood much taller than both Ivelisse and Angela, who barely stood as tall as the top of his chest.

"Who's gonna start?" Titan said, entering the ring over the top rope.

TheCrimsonRisk

Ivelisse prodded Angela back to her corner, even though the feisty Asian looked like she was ready to go. "Just take it easy, Ang. If we're smart about this, we can win this match and you'll have even more time to recover, okay?"

Angela smiled and gave her friend a hug. "Be careful in there, Ivey." She stepped out of the ring, shooting April a dirty look from across the room. "You're next." She mouthed.

Ivelisse hopped up and down, shaking her wrists out, never taking her eyes off Titan. "Gosh, what a big boy you are. You don't really want to hurt a little girl like me, do ya?"

daman077c

Titan smiled, looking over Ivelisse's body. She, like Angela, had PERFECT sexy bodies, and the one-piece showed off Ivelisse's legs and form even better. He stood ready to lock up.

"Well, it IS my job, after all..."

TheCrimsonRisk

Ivelisse was trying to figure out Titan's first move, but he just seemed to be staring...staring at her and Angela! "Hey!" Ivelisse marched forward and slapped Titan hard across the face! "Puto!"

daman077c

Titan grunted as the slap echoed off the walls of the room. It got his attention, but it also served to make him angry, as he drove a knee into Ivelisse's stomach, then a clubbing blow over her lower back, as he sent a sort of message to Angela on the apron!

"I'm no puto, Ivelisse..."

TheCrimsonRisk

Ivelisse was taken off of her feet by the knee lift and then smashed back down to the canvas. It all happened so quickly, she had no time to prepare herself. She splattered flat against the ground and frantically rose to all fours, more on instinct than anything. "Woooo..."

daman077c

Grabbing Ivelisse's brown hair, Titan pulled Ivelisse to her feet hunched over, clubbing another blow over her lower back, a big *THUD* resounding around the room as he attempted to liquify the vertebrae in Ivelisse's back.

Titan glared over at Angela. "After her, you're next, you know that, right?"

TheCrimsonRisk

Ivelisse fell flat again, rolling to her side and arching her back. Her mouth hung open in pain. "Gaaah..." *Never...never been hit that hard...* It was like an anvil coming down on her back.

"You bastard!" Angela replied as Titan taunted her. She started to step through the ropes, but Ivelisse made eye contact with her and shook her head, begging her friend not to enter. Gritting her teeth, Angela stopped her charge. She would have to wait for a tag.

daman077c

Turning his eyes back to Ivelisse, Titan grabbed her by the head and pulled her up, then swept her up for a bodyslam.

"Oh, this back of yours is gonna be like Angela's once we get done, Ivey..."

He lifted her up higher, then slammed her down from shoulder height, a nearly 6 foot fall to the mat below!

TheCrimsonRisk

Angela could only watch as Ivelisse was lifted up like a Barbie doll! "Ivey!" She could see a look of fear flash across Ivelisse's face as she plummeted towards the mat.

"Aaaah!" The whole ring shook and Ivelisse arched upward, tip toes on the ground, clutching her back. When she settled down, her hand was rubbing her sore muscles. Her other arm searched for Titan's boot. *Ow...maybe I can...trip him or something...*

daman077c

Titan chuckled as he watched Ivelisse reaching for his shoe. He walked around it, kicking her onto her stomach, then drove a big stomp into Ivelisse's damaged lower back!

"Ivey, what are you gonna do? What are you gonna do..."

He lifted his boot up, then stomped her back a second time, another big *THUD* echoing around the room. He smiled as he walked around the ring with power.

TheCrimsonRisk

Ivelisse could only gasp wordlessly, the anvil-like sensation from before being repeated, only now it was the full weight of the monstrous Titan coming down on her.

The second stomp came down with such impact that it almost bent her into a "U" shape! Angela wanted to shield her eyes from the destruction. "Ivelisse! Tag me in! Get out of there!"

daman077c

Despite Angela's cries for Ivelisse to tag her in, Titan wasn't going to let it happen, as he pulled her body to her feet, then swept her off her feet. He walked backwards into the center of the ring, facing Angela in the corner.

"Kiss your friend's back goodbye, Angela!"

He then dumped Ivelisse down across his knee with a bone-shattering backbreaker that nearly broke her in two! He quickly dumped her to the canvas and watched her intently, admiring his extreme power advantage over both Ivelisse and Angela.

TheCrimsonRisk

Ivelisse kicked her feet gamely, but it was clear she wasn't going anywhere Titan didn't want her to go. His arm was wrapped around her like an elephant's trunk.

As Titan walked away, Angela leaned over the top rope to try and tag some part of Ivelisse, but it was no use. She could hear April laughing and it only made her more angry. "Just wait until I get my hands on you!" she yelled at Titan.

Angela's anger turned to concern in an instant as Ivelisse was shattered over Titan's knee. For a moment, the proud Puerto Rican lay face-down completely still as if she was knocked out. She slowly came to, slowly releasing an agonized moan and moving her hands to massage her back. Her body curved awkwardly, her toned butt rising off of the canvas...

daman077c

"Ooh, that looked like it hurt, Titan!" April shouted from ringside, as Titan straddled Ivelisse's body, pulling her up onto her hands and knees, then leaping into the air, slamming his much larger frame across her damaged spine with a thigh press!

He then turned Ivelisse to face Angela, sitting across her back, pulling her arms across his knees. He held his arms out, slowly cupping them under Ivelisse's chin... then clamped it down tight, locking in a camel clutch!

TheCrimsonRisk

Ivelisse's stomach smacked against the mat as Titan dropped down on her tender back. She kicked her boots in protest. "Angelaaaa..."

Now it was Angela's turn to gasp as Ivelisse was maneouvered into a camel clutch. With Titan's size advantage, this could kill her! "Titan, don't do this!" She looked to April. "Okay, forget it. I don't care about the stipulation. Just call him off!"

Ivelisse squirmed and shook her head some more as Titan trapped her. It was unclear whether she was telling Angela not to give up her dream or reacting from sheer terror.

daman077c

Titan pulled back on the hold, bending Ivelisse's back at a dangerous angle. He could feel her body straining to stay together. "Come on, Ivelisse! Get to your friend!" Titan mocked.

He rocked forwards, then backwards, again and again as he torqued her spine.

"I'm not stopping otherwise!" he screamed at Ivelisse.

TheCrimsonRisk

*Ooooh noooooo* Ivelisse's mind was tormented. She slipped one arm free and reached out desperately, but it seemed like Angela was miles away. Hundreds of pounds were grinding her spine and stretching her neck and she wanted a way out...her hand shook, ready to tap...but she couldn't hurt Angela's title chances. She had to hold on...

Angela nearly had tears in her eyes, seeing her friend being tortured. "It's okay, Ivey...just tap...I don't want it like this!"

daman077c

Hearing Angela's words, and seeing Ivelisse reaching for a tag, he pulled her back into the center of the ring and onto her hands and knees, again flattening her out with a thigh press.

He stormed forward towards Angela, stopping short of the corner, out of her reach as he stared into her eyes.

"You're next," he taunted again.

TheCrimsonRisk

After being squashed again, Ivelisse could barely move. Seeing Titan near her corner, she tried to crawl away from him towards the ropes. She whimpered as she dragged herself on her elbows. Through blurred vision, she could make out April's devilish face.

Angela clawed at Titan, her face etched with rage. Unable to touch him, she instead spit on his shiny boot! "You bully!"

daman077c

Smirking, he turned back to Ivelisse, grabbing her hair and pulling her into the center of the ring. He held her up, rearing back and slamming one, two, three punches into her stomach to double her over, before he lifted Ivelisse up onto his shoulder into a Canadian Backbreaker!

He walked around the ring, clamping his arms down tightly around the upper part of her body, the small of her back smartly bent over his shoulder.

TheCrimsonRisk

"No mas...no mas..." Ivelisse begged, not completely sure what was happening. Two hard punches brought her back to reality, the third one knocking the wind out of her causing her arms to fall lifelessly to her sides. She offered no resistance as she was flung upside down onto Titan's shoulder.

"Iveliiiiise!" Angela cried out.

If Ivelisse were stronger, she might have thought to tense up or wiggle free, but she was too badly beaten. She flopped right over, her body bending at an extreme angle. Her spine crunched loudly as Titan tightened up on the hold.

daman077c

"Poor Ivelisse... and to think, she was so beautiful..." April said at ringside, watching as Titan injured Ivelisse's back worse and worse.

Titan easily walked a circle around the ring, then faced Angela. Ivelisse hung weakly over his shoulder as he rose onto his tip-toes, then dropped to his knees, jarring her back with a Canadian Backbreaker drop! He dropped her from his shoulder to the mat with a *thud*, his eyes not turning away from Angela, his eyes fixed on her taped body.

TheCrimsonRisk

Ivelisse coughed and gurgled as Titan bounced her up and down, repeatedly cracking her back across his muscular shoulder. She was in so much pain she couldn't even think to tap out if she wanted to. The discs in her spine shifted uncomfortably and she nearly passed out.

The backbreaker drop all but finished her off and she lay twisted on the mat in a horrifying manner. She looked like a worm struggling in the dirt, her body unable to return to its original shape.

daman077c

Titan rose off of his knees, grabbing Ivelisse's arms. He yanked her towards Angela, leaving her in a heap in the corner. Ivelisse's limp right arm touched Angela's leg.

"Looks like she's tagging you in, Angela..."

TheCrimsonRisk

She'd been dying to get into the ring this whole time, but as she watched the mangled Ivelisse being brought to her she hesitated...but only for a second! *I have to save her!* She touched Ivelisse's hand and held on to it, beckoning for Titan to let go so she could check on her friend. "Please..." she said, slowly stepping into the ring.

daman077c

Titan backed away slightly, looking over Angela's body - her deep blue costume, the ACE bandage-like tape wrapped around her waist, the clear stones on the bra-like top of her gear.

"Your turn to give it all you've got, I guess." he said to Angela.

"Go Angela go!" April mocked from outside the ring, seated in a lawn chair.

TheCrimsonRisk

"Take a picture, it will last longer, ya creep." Angela talked some trash to get herself going. She held on to the ropes and paced away from Titan. Her body felt fine for the moment, but she couldn't shake the thought of it betraying her.

She turned to point at April. "You're next, red!" Then she returned to Titan quickly, aiming a superkick at his chest!

daman077c

Titan grunted, his arms catching her kick as it smacked his chest. He easily swung the kick away, spinning Angela around in a wild 360 as he reared back and drove a hard punch into her abs as Angela faced him again.

"Nice try, but not good enough, Angela," he said, his hands reaching for her damaged back.

TheCrimsonRisk

The stomach punch dropped Angela instantly. All of the massages and medical help she'd had was going to waste. As she could feel Titan looming over her, she pleaded: "Not my back, please..."

daman077c

"Too late." Titan's hands grabbed her back, his claws digging into the tape as he raked downwards, sending stinging pain over her body with a backrake.

"Too late, too bad, so sad!" April said on the outside with glee, as Titan pushed Ivelisse out of the ring with his boot, dumping her lifeless body to the floor.

TheCrimsonRisk

"Yaaaaaiiieee!" Angela let out a high pitched scream, her body shooting up off the mat. She waddled around on her knees for a few seconds before falling over the second rope. She tried to pull herself up, but with her aching back it felt like she was in quicksand

daman077c

Titan turned back to Angela and dug his fingers into her back, raking it a second time, leaving small red marks above the tape around her waist as he pressed her chest first into the corner. He bent over and slammed his shoulder into her back, once, twice, three times, each one causing a loud smack to echo through the small room and make April cringe on the outside.

He reared back and slammed a fourth and final shoulder thrust into Angela's back that shook the ring as he ground his shoulder into the small of her back.

TheCrimsonRisk

Angela straightened up in the corner, her boobs squished against the top turnbuckle. If that wasn't enough, Titan started to drive his massive body into hers. The first one was enough to cause her knees to buckle, but he wouldn't allow her to fall, following up with two more powerful thrusts.

The fourth one made her spine feel like jelly and she let out a piercing scream.

daman077c

"Ooh, that felt good, didn't it?" Titan asked in a mocking tone, backing away and grabbing the waist of Angela's tight pants and yanking her into the center of the ring. He spun her around and grabbed a front-facelock, setting her up for a suplex.

"Well, did it?"

Without getting an answer from her, Titan lifted Angela into the air, and then slammed her down with a big suplex, dropping her down right onto her injured spine!

TheCrimsonRisk

Angela was held in the air for what seemed like an eternity. She was a high flyer, but to be this high in the air and at the mercy of a monster..."Titan, put me down...don't do this, don't do this..."

Her back collided hard with the mat and she sat up from the shock before crumpling to her side. Just like Ivelisse, she could only massage her injured back while dreading what was to come.

daman077c

Titan rolled to his knees and smiled as Angela held her damaged back. He twisted his neck left and right, stretching it out. "This, this needs to go," Titan said, reaching for the tape on Angela's back. He tore it off with ease, leaving her damaged back exposed.

"Now that we have that out of the way..."

He kicked Angela onto her stomach and pulled the bandage underneath her chin and around her neck, choking her!

TheCrimsonRisk

Angela was spun around as her bandages were unraveled. She felt a sharp sting as soon as she lost the support. "Nooo..." she whined.

Forced onto her stomach, Angela tried to roll onto her back but then she felt tape wrap around her throat! "Hggggkk!" She grabbed at the restricting material, but Titan had it wrapped tight.

daman077c

Titan laughed, then grunted as the bandage snapped, leaving him holding two separate pieces of bandage. He crumpled it up and tossed it aside, stomping Angela's back, then the side of her head as he easily kept her grounded.

Circling around her, Titan taunted Angela. "Aww, you can't get up? Is your back hurt that bad?"

TheCrimsonRisk

Angela's eyes started to roll back into her head, but thankfully the bandages gave before her neck did. She fought to breathe and it was made even harder by Titan laying his massive boots into her. Her hands flitted about, unsure whether to defend her back or her head, not that they could. She clutched her skull, every part of her aching.

"I'll beat you...somehow..."

daman077c

"I don't think so," Titan said, falling onto Angela's back with a big elbow drop, the point of his elbow driving into the small of Angela's back! He ground it into her spine momentarily, growling as he torqued it around.

"Get her! Get her!" April cheered from ringside.

Standing up, Titan backed up and hit the ropes, bouncing off and leaping into the air, splashing down hard onto Angela's back with all of his weight!

TheCrimsonRisk

Angela's extremities went numb for a second after getting hit by Titan's elbow drop. There was no way someone her size was meant to take a move like that from someone as big as him. April's taunting only made things worse, her bitter words almost as humiliating as the pounding she was receiving.

She couldn't get up and April knew it. Even trying to get to all fours sent an electric shock down her back. It felt like the whole room was shaking and Angela knew she was helpless as Titan demolished her with a big splash! She could feel her insides being compressed and there was sure to be internal damage.

She curled up into a ball and began to sob.

daman077c

Titan laughed as he stood up, peeling Angela's body from the mat and heaving her up onto his right shoulder, and into a Canadian Backbreaker! Like Ivelisse before her, Angela's lower back was smartly placed on his shoulder, bending her dangerously as his arms clamped down!

TheCrimsonRisk

"No no no..." Angela muttered weakly, as if that would register with the cruel giant. Her arms and legs dangled uselessly as she was broken in half in the vicious hold. Even upside down, she could see April enjoying the show. *...won't...give her the...the satisfaction...*

daman077c

Titan easily marched around the ring, bouncing every few steps. Stopping in the center of the ring, he slowly transitioned the hold from a Canadian Backbreaker into a Hangman, placing Angela's back against his whilst cupping his hands underneath her chin.

Bending forward, he stretched Angela's neck and back, torturing her further.

"Come on, Angela! Break!"

TheCrimsonRisk

Angela's bones started to audibly strain and pop from Titan's raw power. Her back was not only being destroyed all over again, it was ten times worse than what April had done to her.

As she slid down his gigantic frame, she felt his hands engulf her face. "Mmmpph!" Her screams were muffled. As Titan leaned into the hangman stretch, Angela's back and neck muscles were just shredded. There was another chilling snap as her bones continued to give out.

daman077c

Titan held on for a moment, but hearing Angela's muffled screams, he dropped her to the mat and took in a deep breath. He took a moment to pace, trying to decide how he was going to finish Angela off.

"April! How should I finish this woman off?"

"Crush her spine like I did, with a bearhug!" April replied quickly.

Titan snapped his fingers and turned back to Angela, looming over her beautiful frame...

TheCrimsonRisk

Angela was a blubbering mess at this point. She could only writhe in agony as the two villains plotted her end. Her leg muscles trembled and her chest heaved up and down beneath her blue top. "No...not the bearhug...please...anything but that..."

daman077c

"Time to break that back, I guess." He started to lift her up, but muscle memory took over, and he lifted her up, then slammed her down without warning, crushing her spine and injuring her further with a backbreaker across his knee!

Titan stood up, dumping Angela to the mat, and turned to April. "Oops, my bad," he said with a sadistic laugh. "NOW I'll crush her spine."

TheCrimsonRisk

Angela's spine made a wet snapping sound as it was nearly disintegrated by Titan's inhuman backbreaker. She was flat on her back and her head wilted to the side. She was weakly breathing and April could see that she had a dead look in her eyes. It was a disturbing sight.

daman077c

Grabbing Angela's jet black hair, Titan pulled Angela's very limp body to her feet, wrapping his tree trunk arms around her waist and lifting her into the air, squeezing down with a big bearhug!

"There we go, now we'll break this back..."

He began to pump the hold, grinding the vertebrae in her back as he tightened and loosened the hold again and again.

TheCrimsonRisk

At first, Angela's broken body must have seemed strange in Titan's arms...but the deeper he dug into the hold, the more he could feel her bones falling to pieces. She flopped like a fish as he compressed her violently.

Her head threatened to fall off of her shoulders as her neck and spinal column were further brutalized. Angela's destroyed figure was making sounds that humans weren't meant to make. And her ears were filled with April's sadistic cackle.

daman077c

Titan grunted as he tightened the hold nearly as tight as he could, feeling her back creaking and straining to stay unbroken in the bearhug.

"I hope you like breaking!" April said with a cackle.

Unfortunately for Angela, her back couldn't hold on for much longer, and a hard pump elicited a muffled pop as her back began to give out yet again.

"Oh yeah, you're almost done..." Titan said.

TheCrimsonRisk

Angela's legs twitched and she began to lean way back, bent over Titan's arms. The thought of submission finally crossed her mind, but her she was in too much pain to form the words and too crippled to even make a simple tapping motion. She wasn't worried about her title shot anymore, she wasn't even worried about her career...she was worried about her life.

daman077c

Titan smiled. Angela was all his, and she was giving into the pain, succumbing to the painful, crushing bearhug. He slowly pumped harder, getting another, this time louder pop, then a second, then a third. The vertebrae in her back were popping like popcorn!

April flittered between cringing and smiling, her face a combination of both as Titan did her bidding.

"You'd give up if you knew what was best for you, if you ever wanted this title around your waist again!" April screamed at Angela.

TheCrimsonRisk

Angela showed almost no signs of life at this point, only twitching in reaction to Titan's squeezes.

daman077c

With no response, April just shrugged. "Break her, if she doesn't want to give up!"

Titan responded in kind, squeezing as tightly as he could. Angela's back let out a massive *CRUNCH* as it gave up the ghost completely. Titan's eyes were closed, his arms bulging and the veins sticking out as he broke Angela's back, possibly crippling her!

April's eyes glimmered as she walked towards the ring, stepping on Ivelisse's still lifeless body as she hopped onto the ring apron to get a closer look.

April smirked. "I think... she's done. You can drop her." Titan did exactly that, dumping Angela to the mat in a heap. Her back was bent at an unnatural angle, her breathing sporadic and short as she struggled to survive. April flipped the title onto her shoulder.

"Guess you're never getting this again." She turned to Ivelisse.

"You neither, at least, not any time soon." April hopped off the apron and to the floor, standing over Ivelisse's body. Titan joined her as April knelt down next to Ivelisse's body. "We'll meet again soon, dear," April said, holding the title next to Ivelisse's head.

"Come on, let's go." April said, motioning to Titan. They walked out of the room together, leaving two beautiful women destroyed in their wake...

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

After a long break from RP'ing I'm getting back into it (before what is likely to be another long break :p). One of my new partners is big squeeze who is into bearhugs and backbreakers. Please, don't look so surprised. With this common interest in mind, he was nice enough to accommodate a scenario that I've had brewing in my sick head for some time. If you're a wrestling fan, don't get too bogged down in what time period this could be or continuity or what have you, just enjoy what has always been a much desired fantasy match-up of mine.

Best Body

Trish Stratus (TheCrimsonRisk)

I stand in the ring, eagerly awaiting the next Slammy award announcement. I know the awards are silly and just for fun, but this one is important to me.

"And the Slammy award for 'Best Body' goes to..." The crowd starts to cheer for me before it's even announced. It's telling that they booked me for a match at the same time as this award.

"...Trish Stratus!" I smile widely, unable to hide my excitement. I picked just the right outfit for the occasion: a tight, one-piece silver suit that shows off every delicious curve.

I can't wait to finish up this match and get my Slammy. I look to the ramp, waiting for my opponent Layla to enter. It should be a fun, competitive match.

Lex Luger (big squeeze)

what the hell!!! i have the best body in this place.....trish is nothing but a pair of tits in a tight outfit......how dare she still my award.....I start to throw things around in anger

"What the hell you laughing at Layla?'....guess what your match has just been cancelled.........I grab layla and pick her in a choke style slam grip...walk her over to the snack table and slam her through it....

"Hey Trish!!!! The real body of this company is coming out!"

I charge through the curtain and charge to the ring....I grab a mic and issue a challenge" This is a total outrage..just because you have a couple big puppies everyone votes for you...look at my body....

"i dare you to take me on....the winner gets to take the slammy and be the real body of this company....!! If you have the guts..??? What you say Trishy?

Trish Stratus

*My first thought is of concern for my opponent. There was no telling what you had done to her. You'd been extraordinarily temperamental over the last few months, likely due to a change in your...*ahem* chemical intake.

"Come on Lex, you can't be serious!" I'm still smiling, thinking that you aren't actually challenging me to a match. "I won this award fair and square. I mean *giggle* just look at me!"

The crowd laughs and applauds and I give them a twirl in recognition. I'm not afraid of you, but...damn you're a big dude. The oil on your body makes everything pop. I'm not sure there's an ounce of fat on you. If you get those hands on me...

Lex Luger

your little wiggle and giggle just make go more into a rage ....I give a flexing pose..."this is a body..lean and mean..." I hear boos come from the crowd...I yell at them

"you people don't know what a good body is....!!!"

I turn back at you and say "Well trish you want the match or you can just leave now....but the slammy will stay with me.."

Trish Stratus

The support of the fans means a lot to me and I can definitely see a lot of folks encouraging me to take on this challenge. I shouldn't, but...

"Lex, I'm not only going to show you that I have the better body. I'm the better wrestler too. Just remember, you brought this on yourself." I hand the mic to a ring hand and step into my corner as the referee separates us.

Before they ring the bell, I pucker up my lips and blow you a mocking kiss.

Lex Luger

OMG i am going to crush this little floozy........I stand in my corner jumping up and down...just waiting for that bell....."Ding ...Ding"

I waste no time and come running full force to you as the bell rings hoping to slam against you in the corner...

Trish Stratus

"Whoa oh!" Even though I expect you to come charging in, I still barely manage to get out of the way!

Just ducking under your arms, I slap you in the back and direct you to the corner, forcing you to smack those hard pecs against the top turnbuckle. The ring shakes and I'm glad that you didn't connect...

I keep my distance. *Need to move, let him gas himself out.*

Lex Luger

mmmmpphhh......I let a grunt as i hit the corner,,,,,,,,

"How the hell she get out of the way?..." I run at you again preparing to hit you with a clothesline...with my strong right arm....

Trish Stratus

I'm even more prepared this time and I'm ready to string some moves together. Strong as you are, I know I can outwrestle you!

I drop to the floor and scissor one of your ankles causing you to trip and fall on your face! More laughter from the crowd. I slickly slide up and secure a headlock, trying to hold you down on the mat. Smiling for the camera, I blow a wisp of hair out of the way so the viewers at home can get a good look at my flawless face.

Lex Luger

aarrrrgggggg...!!!

Trish Stratus

"Ha ha ha!"

Lex Luger

I slam my hands on the mat in anger.......I look up with one eye at the big screen and see your arrogant taunts.....i stand up and move and motion you off of me as i swing you towards the ropes

trying to land another clothesline as you bounce off of them and come running towards me......."I am gonna rip your head off of your neck!!"...

Trish Stratus

"Yeep!" These threats...this is a lot different than wrestling the ladies! One mistake and I could be in serious trouble. *Good thing I don't make mistakes.*

I manage to duck one more clothesline, continuing my run and bouncing off of the ropes again. I fly up and smack you with a dropkick right just below your face. With the momentum I've built up, it's enough to send you stumbling through the ropes to the outside.

Keeping an eye on you, I move to the ropes and spring up to soak in the adulation of the crowd!

Lex Luger

aaaaaawwwweeeee....I yell in frustration......outside the ring....slammin my hands against the mat and kicking my feet.....

I try and compose myself.....slowly i get back in the ring......take a deep breath and slowly walk towards you..I can't match her speed...have to slow this down.. i think to myself

stepping from side to side with my arms open wide....blocking your escape...trying to force you into a corner....."Nowhere to run now sugar"...

Trish Stratus

Perhaps going to the corner was a mistake. I've whipped the crowd into a frenzy. Now what?

You've been in this business a long time and despite my agility advantage you do an expert job of cutting off the ring. There's less and less real estate with every step you take. Got to do something you don't expect...

*POW*

I step forward and drive a forearm right into your mug! "Take this, Luger!"

Lex Luger

ppmmfff........your forearm makes me tilter slightly.... I turn my face back to you in anger......I stop for a second and do a screaming flex at you

"Think you can hurt me?" I reach out and grab you by your hair pulling you into the middle of the ring......

I taunt at the fans ..........as I give a swift spank on your ass..."This ass feels soft....maybe you should go on a diet.."...ha ha ha...

Trish Stratus

My arm connects and...*ow* I have to shake it to try and get the feeling back in it. That was like hitting granite!

"Let go!" I scream as you take a hold of my bright blonde hair. I'm ready to evade another attack, not expecting a slap on the bottom. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" My cheeks redden slightly.

I use both my hands to slap yours away and then turn with a big roundhouse aimed at your head that I call the "Chick Kick". It's won me a lot of matches and I just hope it's enough to hurt you!

Lex Luger

aarrgg...the sudden chick kick to my face drops me to my knees........"Holy Crap! Where did that come from? She is quick.....just have to get a hold of her and she is done"

I'm getting humiliated out here...c'mon Lex this is a girl........

You chubby little girl.....!! I yell out as throw a punch into your gut as you stand in front of me..

Trish Stratus

As it was with my arm, my leg is stinging after hitting your rock hard jaw. At least it worked!

My overconfidence leaves me exposed and you finally manage to hit me. Thankfully, you can't generate that much power from your knees. It's still more than enough to make me take a couple of steps back.

"Chubby! Why you..." Fired up, I lean against the ropes and spring off of them towards you. My sexy legs propel me into the air and I try to come down on top of you with a Thesz press!

Lex Luger

a tad shaken from the kick I stand up just in time to see you flying at me......oooommpphh.......your hit slams against me .......I try to stay upright but the speed at which you hit me at..makes me fall backwards

usually having a women on top is a good thing but not when she is trying to hit you also

"Have to do something Lex..." I think to myself...then I remember what I have hidden in my trunks....was gonna use it on Yokozuna but I think I will use it now

I slide my hand down and grab a tiny little pouch out of my trunks......I wrap my arm around you and pull you into my chest.....as i pop the pouch and rub its contents on your eyes

"Here sweetie I think you need some more make up...cause girl you are ugly"....ha ha

Trish Stratus

The crowd pops big time at the successful move and I'm certain I can beat you now! I rear back to punch you in the face, but I'm surprised when you pull me in close to you. I need to posture up so I can start pounding on you.

"Stop stalling and fight me Lex!" I bark. I think I see you pull something out of your trunks and then...

"Gaaah!" I immediately roll off of you, rubbing my eyes furiously. It burns! I can't see! "Ref, ref! He...I...there was something..."

I manage to make it to the ropes and walk myself over to a corner, but I still can't see a damn thing. I have no idea where you are, the shaking of the ring the only indication of what you could be planning.

Lex Luger

I smile at your panic and the sound of the crowd......I shake my head no to the ref.. "I didn't do anything...maybe she got a eyelash in her eyes"?

Seeing you exposed and blinded in the corner I start my legs up and down......like a bull getting ready to charge

"Hey Trish! You over rated pile of silicone........Here comes Lexi.."...ha ha....

I charge at you running fast as i Lower my shoulder to drive it into your midsection....

Trish Stratus

*Stay calm, Trish...it'll clear up soon...and...* Rapid footsteps. Another charge? I take a step out of the corner but it's too late.

Moving towards you only increases the impact of your spear attack. I'm doubled over and carried into the corner where my back slams against the middle turnbuckle. That hurt!!!

I fight the urge to vomit and start to slam forearms onto your muscular back. Need to get you off of me...

Lex Luger

"Hey Trish,, Your hits feel like a massage from an ugly woman...ha ha..." I say as i push harder into you

I lean back and slam into you again.....trying to drive my shoulder through you........

Having my head this close to you though...I have to admit you smell nice.....and feel good to the touch....but not the body of the decade like mine....he he

I swoop my arm through your thighs and your neck as i turn you out of the corner and take a few steps as I prepare to bodyslam you down....

I give a squeeze on your ass..and smile to the crowd........"I love their reaction and the slight clinch of your butt" lets slam the "Body" down a little..ha ha

Trish Stratus

"Unngh...sexist...pig.."

The second shoulder charge blasts my mid-section. It's a miracle that I'm still in one piece. With the wind knocked out of me, it's child's play for you to take me into your arms.

Feeling your arm slither against my crotch is gross. Having you cop an obvious feel is worse. My tight onesie may as well not be there at all.

*BOOM*

The ring shakes from my body being thrown down and I immediately shoot up, holding my back and gritting my teeth. "Aaaah!" That's what a body slam from a MAN feels like!

Lex Luger

"A real man"

As you get up I swoop in for another sliding and groping grip as I prepare to slam you again........

I hold you up in position, walking around the ring...holding your face up for your stupid fans to see....

"you having fun now Trish?.. Here say hello to the mat again....ha ha..."

Trish Stratus

I feel so stupid as you effortlessly lift me up. You're certainly not shy about putting your hands in inappropriate areas. "Not...very gentlemanly, Lex..."

I don't like being paraded around like this. My feet are kicking in the air and I beat my hands on your hips, but you don't even flinch.

Lex Luger

I start to run with you as do a running power slam with you........Bammm!!!! I slam you into the mat.......and rise to my knees over you...."How you doing Trishy?"...i say with a smile

Trish Stratus

"Huuuunngh!" After that power slam, I'm wishing you'd just tossed me down to the mat like before. I can feel my bones rattling from the impressive maneuver. I arch my back to try and ease some of the soreness.

I roll onto my front, sticking my butt up high in the air. My feet beat against the mat in protest. "Oooooh..."

Lex Luger

as you throw a fit like a baby I pounce on top of you........sitting on your butt....as i put you in a camel clutch........"Hey look it's like riding a horse...ha ha...just a little bigger though..."

Trish Stratus

"Ooof!" I feel your weight on top of me. This is exactly what I was afraid of. I try to crawl away, but you quickly pull my arms back and secure them between your thighs and arm pits. "Lex, don't camel clutch me, please..."

Lex Luger

"Sorry Trish you should have just gave me the slammy..."

I pull you back..really arching you....I give a riding the horse movement with my hips and smile to the crowd.........

The camera man in a perfect spot.."Hey Trish look.....you boobies are on the big screen...Ha ha....IDK.....they look fake to me..ha ha

Trish Stratus

Your thick, sweaty hands clamp down around my mouth and I immediately feel the pressure in my neck and back as I'm stretched out. You're the strongest person I've ever been in the ring with and I'm feeling every bit of it now.

"Mmmmph!" Your crotch digs into my back and my chest juts out. I want to cover up, but my arms are completely trapped. You're making me feel ashamed at wearing such a provocative outfit. I hate this feeling...

As my spine bends, I...*It can't be...are you...*...I don't want to believe it, but you're definitely getting thicker in your tights. So disgusting.

Lex Luger

the feel of your metallic outfit rubbing against me with your softness under it..."OH Crap!!!! Get control Lex...think ...think....baseball....football......martha stewart....

Wait martha stewart..she could ...maybe....NO...NO....Lex keep it down...you're on t.v......there we go...settle down little lex....time for that later

I start to move my hands over your face and rub threw your hair.....adding insult.. "ask her ref......Give up Trish...."

Trish Stratus

It would be so easy to quit. But I'll never give up to someone like you. Not in front of all of these people.

My face is etched with pain, but I shake my head and yell out: "NO!"

Lex Luger

In disgust with your answer I lean back one more time.....as i pull on your face with me....pushing hard on your lower back with my bottom........

"GIVE UP!!!"...

Trish Stratus

"Hrrrnnnggkkk..."

*Oh God, my back...I...I won't quit...*

I'm being stretched to my limit, my body curving severely, my face staring up at the lights. I worry that my outfit will burst from my body at any moment.

"...mm-mm!" I still manage to tell the referee that I'm not submitting!

Lex Luger

frustrated with your answer I release my clutch and push on the back of your head trying to slam it down to the mat.......

I move to the side of you and place my knees in your back....grabbing hold of your neck with my left hand and your ankles with my right...as I fall back with you across my knees

Placing you in a reverse elevated back breaker..

Trish Stratus

I gasp loudly as you let go of the camel clutch. Could anything hurt worse than that? I don't have time to think about it as you roughly shove my head down. I'm in a daze.

I can feel you manipulating my limbs, but I can't fight back. You're just too strong. By the time I regain my senses, I'm flipped upside down and resting on your sharp knees.

"N...no, Lex...please..."

Lex Luger

"Ha ha...Trish...."

you are weightless to me as I raise you up and down and pull on you.....

"How that back Baby?".....

"I might keep you here for a moment.....getting a great view of that fat butt...ha ha"..

Trish Stratus

*Stop laughing at me...you bastard...*

You bounce me up and down, putting enormous pressure on my spine. I nearly choke from the pain that this submission hold is causing me. Any attempts to escape are quickly cut off by your firm grip.

I'd never known you to be a submission expert. It's clear that you're going to great lengths to torture me. The camera captures a look of fear on my face.

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle...my butt shakes in front of you.

Lex Luger

Losing focus for a second as I watch your butt say "Hi" to me..

I give another up and down and pull with you......"ask her ref.....Give it up....admit my body is better..!!"

Trish Stratus

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle...now it's my breasts doing a little dance for the cameras. Some rude fans in the front row hoot and holler, further embarrassing me.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH-NOOO!" I still refuse to quit. I won't give this match to you and as for my body..."H...hey Lex...mine...is still...better...urrrggh..."

Lex Luger

AAARRRRGGGGG!!!!!!

your defiance is frustrating the hell out of me.....

I hear your fans saying bounce her...bounce her......even as much as that would humilate you....screw them...they voted for you....

"You still think your body is better than mine.....at least my back doesn't hurt.........ha ha"

i release my bow and arrow on you as i throw you off pushing you in the air with my legs........

Trish Stratus

Another temporary moment of relief. First the camel clutch, then an elevated bow and arrow...not sure I can take much more of this. I massage my back and try to focus on the stretching exercises I do to prepare for these situations.

You flung me pretty far and while it hurt to land like that, at least I'm close to the ropes. I grab on to the bottom one and drag myself to a corner. The referee should do his job and keep you away from me. I just need a minute to recover.

Lex Luger

I push the ref away and grab you by the hair and neck.....pulling you to the middle of the ring..

"No time to rest Trish".....hows that back feeling..?

Trish Stratus

"Lex...wait...it hurts..."

Lex Luger

You want me to help you massage it?....

I give a fore arm smash to the lower of your back......"does this help?"

Trish Stratus

"Gaaah!" I fall to a knee, my head shooting back in agony. Perfect strands of blonde hair whip through the air, some of them clinging to your oily body. I fire back with a weak punch to your abs.

Lex Luger

ha ha...that tickles....

i give another shot to your lower back....."want more?'

Pushing on your head and upper back making you go face first into the mat...."what should I do next?"...any suggestions Trish...ha ha..ha..."damn you're fat.."..he he

Trish Stratus

I hear the audience groan as my punch predictably has no effect. Your attack on the other hand drops me even further down, my face hovering right by your crotch. I want to gag.

You disdainfully shove me down, generating loud boos from my fans. This match is getting out of hand. I get up on my hands and knees and try to crawl away from you, my ass wagging behind me.

Lex Luger

"where you going little puppy.....Big Lex isn't done with you yet......"

I grab you by your feet and drag you back to the middle of the ring

Trish Stratus

"Noooooooo..."

Lex Luger

just staring at your ass.....little beads of sweat rolling off of it.....

I reach down and grab at your hair........and pull you up to face me

I bend down slowly and look you in your eyes......."you want me stop? Then just give up .. and say my body is better...and this can all be over.."

Trish Stratus

When I'm unable to reach the ropes, I resort to clawing at the canvass...the helpless look on my face is being broadcast to millions worldwide.

Face to face, I try to look defiant, but all I can muster is a pout with my juicy, pink lips.

Lex Luger

don't cry..ha ha

Trish Stratus

"Okay, Lex...your body..." You're cruel. And proud. And I won't give you what you want. "...your body...lacks definition...one too many slices of pizza, maybe...?"

Lex Luger

AAArrrgg@&%%###......

I toss your arms up to get them out of the way....and quickly lower down on you....wrapping my arms around your ass....squarely a few inches below your waist......I pull you tightly in to me.

"You sure you won't admit my body is better'"?

Trish Stratus

My eyes open wide as your muscular arms wrap around me. You haven't even begun to squeeze and I can already tell that this is going to hurt.

I shake my head...in fear, in denial, in response to your question...maybe all three. What's certain is that my lips are sealed.

*Do your worst.*

Lex Luger

With my shoulder at your waist and my arms around your waist I pull you in and stand up pulling you high against my chest.....almost making it seem I was gonna throw you over my shoulder..

as my arms around your sweaty butt....let you slide down a tad.....but not your outfit.....making it suck and squeeze hard on your ass.....my arms tighten quickly at that moment...

"Here about a friendly hug.....you skank..!!!." Let's work on those ribs and back...ha ha

Trish Stratus

You start the hug near my ass and I immediately feel something pop in my lower back. "HUUURRRGGH!" I grunt gracelessly. *That can't be good.*

I'm lifted off the ground and my first reaction is to squeeze my legs against your sides, do SOMETHING to coerce you to loosen your hold. All it seems to do is put a big smile on your face.

Lex Luger

i like the feel of those legs....ha ..ha

Trish Stratus

My glittery gear is really starting to ride up something fierce. One more thing for me to cry about as you squeeze the life out of me. I tilt forward, my breasts brushing against the side of your face.

Lex Luger

"MMMMMmmmmmmmmm......heaven on my face....I know those huge tits are hiding my face enough for me to kinda take a moment to enjoy them without the camera seeing it

I begin to do a grinding squeeze on you....doing a worm like roll with you against my chiseled chest...i rotate my fist so they push into your lower back and the top of your ass.

"Give up....Give UP..!!!"

Trish Stratus

The way your flexing your arms and adjusting your grip, I feel pain rippling through my backbones. "Hunngggaaaah!" My shrill squeal silences many in attendance. This can't be fun for anyone to watch, though you seem to be having a great time.

I try to wiggle and free myself, causing my breasts to move around even more...I can't worry about that now...

All I can manage is to slide down a bit and all that does is put the pressure on the centre of my body instead. I groan as despair starts to overtake me. I'm feeling short of breath too...the referee sees me going limp and takes a hold of my arm to check on me...

My hand falls lifelessly. He counts: "1!"

Lex Luger

I give a ragdoll movement with you....forcing the ref to stop his count as he steps out of the way.......plus gives me a good motor boat.....he he

"stratusfaction......you mean boobiefaction.."..ha ha

I stop ragdolling you and give one more total package squeeze..........

the ref starts his count....

1

2

i drop you down before he can do "3"....

Trish Stratus

I'm in a terrible state, not conscious enough to stop the count...not unconscious enough to block out the deep squeeze you're putting on me.

I can't go out like this though and I reach down deep to keep my hand up for the final count...a moot point when you drop me unceremoniously back to the canvass.

My head bangs against the mat, but I'm more concerned about my tortured mid-section. I cradle my stomach and bring my knees up to protect myself. "Lex..."

Lex Luger

"I'm not going for the ko Trish I want you to submit and say I have the better body"

I walk over and give a kick to the side of your ribs........"how much more can you take little girl"?......

Trish Stratus

That kick might have been half strength, even then it nearly causes me to scream. Everything hurts so bad right now.

You're getting careless. Maybe this is my chance. In the seconds you take to taunt me, I focus all my effort on rolling behind you. My hand shoots up between your legs and I roll you back over me for a school boy pin attempt!

The ref counts excitedly: "1!"

Lex Luger

surprised at your feeble effort i kick out before the "3" count.. "what the hell ref..that was a quick count you had there...!"

Trish Stratus

"Damn...almost...had you..."

Lex Luger

with you on the mat I give a hard kick this time to your back....

"how dare you try that..!!

I think it might be time to finish this......"you want this to end Trishy?..."

Trish Stratus

You're a heavy dude. Doing that basic maneuver on someone your size took a lot out of me. I'm repaid with another kick to the back that flattens me.

*Finish this...* I don't like the sound of that. You've already done so much damage to my beautiful body. *I can't...go out like this...one more...move...*

Calling upon my renowned fighting spirit I slam my palms hard onto the mat. Pushing up with all my might, I flip over into a handstand, scissoring my legs around your head! My knees pinch your neck and I aim to knock you out or toss you to the mat. It's a modified version of my signature move, the Stratusphere.

The crowd starts to rally behind me!

Lex Luger

mmmppphhh...

what the hell.........?

"she has guts I will give her that"

damn ...usually having a woman's legs around your neck......especially hers....is a good day...i think to myself......

i grab at your legs to try and pull them apart.......standing strong....."let me go Trish.....NOW"...

Trish Stratus

I twist my body to the left. You don't budge.

I twist my body to the right. No go.

I let go of the mat, using all of my body weight to throw you off and still nothing. My ab muscles are still burning from your bearhug, but I need them now. I force myself to sit up as far as I can, then grab onto your hair to pull myself up the rest of the way.

Sitting on your shoulders now, I start to rifle off punches onto your sweaty dome. The crowd is counting along with every shot. *I'm actually going to pull this off!*

Lex Luger

"the sweet smell in my face....pure heaven.....warm peaches with a little cream...."

at first I don't even notice the punches to my head

a little distracted

"Hey that hurts..!!! I am trying to have a snack here.."

Trish Stratus

*Ugh! Ignore him, Trish...keep fighting...*

Lex Luger

wish i had gene simmons tongue right now....

your sudden attempt at a comeback...after what you have gone through.......I can't let that happen....

I raise my arms up and place one on each ass cheek.....clawing at it as I push you up and off of me....

still with your legs on my shoulders and holding you up......"Hey Trish! Thanks for the mid match snack..let me repay you with a power bomb..!!"

Trish Stratus

The more I fight to stay on top, the more prevalent my camel toe is against your face. *Damn it!*

The punches aren't as effective as I'd hope and your joyful demeanor hasn't changed. By the time I realize what you're planning to do, it's way too late. You've got a solid grip on my legs and I can't shake myself free.

I change tact and wrap myself around your head, holding on for dear life and inadvertently using a breast smother on you.

Lex Luger

uummpphhhh....almost choke on those....silicone things.....have to stay focused..........

still having my senses about me...."Get off of me you sweaty crab.!!!"

instead of a power bomb....just in case you don't let go....i turn and run fast into the corner.....dropping right before i get to it.....so as to slam you in to it...

Trish Stratus

I hold on for as long as I can, but when you decide it's time to go then it's time to go. I've lost track of our ring position and I brace myself for a collision with the mat. A mistake.

My neck and back bang against the top turnbuckle creating a smacking sound that travels through the arena. I can feel the metal even through the padding. My body snaps forward and my face smashes into the canvas,

Someone...the referee I think, comes to check on me. Through sheer determination or stubborness, I'm able to respond intelligently. "D...dun stop...the match...I...I..." I have no idea what I can do, all I know is I won't give up to you. Never.

I'm not moving much. One spasm. Then another. That's it.

Lex Luger

I get up and wipe my face and lick....lick....my hands.......

I look out at the crowd...total silence.....the hopes they had for you crushed......in a second......I even do the Hogan motion to them. "what nothing to cheer"?

I walk over to you giving little kicks at you.........."hey you alive?"

ha ha......

Time to end this my little fake dumb barbie......

I grab hold of you....picking you up...and once again sliding in a perverted way my arm through your thighs and around your neck.....putting you in my torture rack.......my hand just off of your peachy peach and squeezing your thigh...

"Give up!!!!!

Trish Stratus

I know what's coming. The horrified reaction from the crowd tells me that it's time for your finishing hold. There are even a couple of vile fans yelling "break her, break her!"

My mind is begging for me to stop you, but the body isn't responding. My award winning body is hoisted across your thick shoulders. One hand between my legs, the other on my neck and jaw.

All it takes is one pump to violently return me to full awareness.

"AAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Lex Luger

I pump you up and down....the sound of your scream....fills the arena....i think i can even hear a few kids crying.....

the feel of your body in my grasp and on my shoulders.....mmmmm.......

"Give up......give it up Trish......I will break you if you don't"

Trish Stratus

"HUNNGH...UUUUAAAAH...AAUUUGGGH!" Each pump illicits a different grotesque sound. There's nothing to do now but suffer.

*POP*

Something goes in my back. There's an intense pain and then numbness.

*SNAP*

That was definitely something breaking. Your evil torture rack is dismantling my perfect body.

"No..." The referee keeps checking for a submission but I won't do it!

Lex Luger

stubborn barbie.......

I can feel and hear every crack and pop...coming from your body....

I yell out loud " Give up.....Give up.."

"im not going to stop until you do"

I continue to pull down on you....my hands digging into your wet thigh....my other almost separating your neck from your body..

again i bounce up and down with you........"Give up....and the pain will stop"

Trish Stratus

Over a minute in the rack and I understand why you've been so upset with me. My allegedly superior body is being shredded like tissue against your impossible physique.

You've pushed my flexibility further than I imagined possible. Any part of me that tries to resist your bending ends up cracked or torn.

My shimmering one-piece outfit covers up the decimated skeleton underneath.

I have to think about my career...my life...

My hand taps against your back and I pray you or the ref notice. For good measure, I verbalize my submission.

"...give up....give up...give up..."

Lex Luger

i feel and hear you tap......love it....love it......

"about time fatty"..ha ha

But i am not satisfied.....

i tell the ref to go get the microphone........i want the world to here this.....

"you have to say that you give up and that I have the better body Trish.."

I give another pull and pump with you

"now say it!!!!!"

Trish Stratus

"HRRRNNAAAAAAAAGGGGH!" I don't know why I expected you to let go. Hell for me is clearly heaven for you.

"YYYEEESSSSS...LEX...you...aaauuggkk...your body...is better...I give up...pleeeeeaase...no more..."

Lex Luger

"One more time...I didn't hear you"

Trish Stratus

A disc slips in my spine and I almost can't speak another word, the agony is so overwhelming.

"Give...up...your body...it's better...I'm...I'm flabby...and fat...you're the strongest...best...best body..." My words are mixed with sobs, tears falling from my eyes down to the mat.

Lex Luger

satisfied for the moment ...I toss you off backwards......as the ref rings the bell..."Give me my slammy!!"

I hold it up high and do a couple poses over you facing the crowd......screw them if they boo....i am the total package......

I lean down and say to you as you lay there "Hey chubby....next time just give me what I want and get out of my ring"...ha..ha.......

I exit the ring walking slowly hugging my slammy and watching myself on the titantron...

Trish Stratus

You carelessly drop me to the mat adding even more insult to injury. The referee passes the Slammy to you then immediately comes to check on me.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." I say, apologizing to nobody in particular. The fans. Myself, maybe, for giving in to your sick demands.

I can't even look at you as you come over to taunt me one last time. "Just...take it...leave me alone, Lex..."

I'm ashamed to admit that I don't feel safe until I see you finally leave. Several officials run down to the ring to assist me. I wave them off. "Give me...a second..."

I crawl to the ropes and pull myself onto the bottom rope. Then I work my way up to my knees using the second rope for support. Soon, the crowd is clapping, rewarding me for my valiant effort. It's better than any trophy I could receive.

Lex Luger

I hear the applause as I almost make it to the curtain....I turn with my arms up holding "MY SLAMMY" thinking that the cheers are for me......

"WTF"

It's for you?

You lost.....admitted defeat.......admitted my body is better.......and they cheer for you.....

"well you are kind of skanky and on your knees....ha ha"

no one repects the total package and nobody desrepects him either.....especially a fake titty...dyed hair....trashy dressing..no talent..bimbo....like you.....

I charge back to the ring with your back to me....... "time to put this girl out for good"..

Trish Stratus

I make my way from corner to corner, showing as much appreciation as I can for the crowd's unwavering support. It was a pretty pathetic showing on my part, but I held on for as long as I could considering I was in the ring with a sadistic monster.

I take a second to tug on my gear, adjusting it so that it's not clinging to my body as much and making sure my cleavage looks just right. Even messed up as I am, I need to look good for all the cameras.

They're so loud right now, I can't make out what anyone is saying and I can't hear a thing.

Lex Luger

I slide into the ring coming behind you.......enraged more than ever as I quickly grab from behind and pick you up in a reverse bearhug....my hands just above your ass "NO..No..one.." hoisting you up high so as your butt is on my chest....."Now you will feel my true power"

Trish Stratus

"Wha...nooooo! LEEEEEX!"

My spirits are crushed as I'm locked in the reverse bearhug. My head hangs in defeat. Your hands cause my breasts to bunch together, nearly freeing them from my top.

I can do nothing but await the squeeze...

Lex Luger

I begin to squeeze you hard.....just digging my arms into you......using all my strength to crush you.....my wrists turn in ....pushing in and up under your breast....

i even add some side to side shaking.......

"There is no giving up this time Trish.....I am gonna end your career"

Trish Stratus

Once the hold is fully applied I know there's no turning back. A couple of ribs crack and I arch my head back, letting it rest on your shoulder.

The pushing and shaking lead to more breast bouncing. Good thing my outfit is so well put together, this is still a family show after all.

As before, I slide down again...just enough so that I brush up against the front of your trunks. You're enjoying this way too much.

Lex Luger

you're damn right i am enjoying this....
i ragdoll you in my hug...i can feel the crack of ribs and the way your head is resting........i know you're done

Trish Stratus

"...unnncck...guuuh..."

Lex Luger

"I'm not going to finish you in this hug Trish don't worry... "you want me to let you out of it..?

Trish Stratus

"...yuuuh...yusss..." You squeeze me again and my head flops around. Sticky spittle falls from my lips onto your shoulder. I'm through.

Lex Luger

I give a little squeeze on you....but not with my arms but with my hands....and you know where they are.......ha ha ha....oooohhhh...maybe they aren't fake...

I release my hug but keep you upright and your back towards me......."there is that better?" told you I wasn't going to end you in a hug...

Trish Stratus

The squeezing of my breasts in front of all of these people...this can't be happening to me. "Stop..." I whimper.

You put me down and I fall back into you. You tower over me by at least a whole foot and I feel so small...so insignificant...

"Have mercy...Lex...I can't...take anymore..." My toned, feminine body lies against you, to do with as you wish.

Lex Luger

"mercy is for the weak and fat" and I am neither....

I slide my hand again through your really hot and sweaty thighs with my thumb up. rubbing against you....as if it is hitchhiking to a place called Stratusville.....my other grabs your neck as I hoist you up and place you again in my torture rack.

"I said not the reverse hug...that's because I am going to snap you in half in my luger rack!!!!

Trish Stratus

"AAAAAAAHHH!" I scream loudly as you strap me into Luger rack for one last torture session. Officials are pulling at your arms and ordering you to let go. I doubt you're going to listen.

Where once you teased it, your grip has now become a full on grope. I continue to sob and whine to no avail.

Lex Luger

I use your limbs to hit the refs in the face...knocking them out of the ring

My hand perfectly on your inner thigh...my thumb touching the true "Stratusfaction"......my other hand on top of your..possibly not fake boobs......

"Prepare yourself skank......!!! you'r gonna find out what it feels like to have every part of your back torn and cracked....!!"

I jump up down harder than I ever had....pulling with my hands hard as possible...but still getting a good feel..

Trish Stratus

You've adjusted the hold for not only maximum punishment, but maximum humiliation. I'd rather be tied down and stretched out in an ACTUAL torture rack than endure another second of this.

I can hear my spine grinding, the Luger rack inflicting permanent injury. I'll wrestle again, though it will never be the same.

That last jump nearly causes my foot to touch my head as I'm curled around your muscular upper body. The sensation of your fingers pressing into my flesh is nauseating.

I can hear a producer at ringside screaming for them to cut the feed. This massacre has proven to be too much, even for the WWE.

Lex Luger

I give one more jump and pull as I see the feed and sounds stop.....i know we are off camera and i give a good squeeze on you with my hand ....mmm..honey in my fingers as i hear the final snap of your body..

Trish Stratus

For anyone watching, it must look like my bones have been reduced to powder. I picture the cameras fading out on my mangled body in your clutches. As far as they know, you never let go of the torture rack. As far as I know, you never will...

(THE END)

 

[meepmeep]

I'd never known you to be a submission expert. It's clear that you're going to great lengths to torture me. The camera captures a look of fear on my face.

Very well done. Loved that you conveyed both her utter mortification at being publicly molested and her formidable pride. A true joy to watch her competitive spirit get utterly extinguished in such a powerful way. The permanent physical damage stuff is always rough to read, I'd much prefer a scenario where she's emotionally overwhelmed by her defeat and sobs embarrassing tears in the ring. Then again, I guess when you put a dainty little scrapper like Trish up against a monster, there's a risk of permanent damage!

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Very well done. Loved that you conveyed both her utter mortification at being publicly molested and her formidable pride. A true joy to watch her competitive spirit get utterly extinguished in such a powerful way. The permanent physical damage stuff is always rough to read, I'd much prefer a scenario where she's emotionally overwhelmed by her defeat and sobs embarrassing tears in the ring. Then again, I guess when you put a dainty little scrapper like Trish up against a monster, there's a risk of permanent damage!

Thanks for reading, meeper! I like to think that it's somewhat open ended as to how "permanent" the damage was, despite all the cracking and snapping and what have you. She does a lot of yoga! In my interpretation, she's back to kicking ass and being sexy after a long period of recovery. Not sure what big squeeze's interpretation would be though...

I should also mention that our discussions about humiliation and degradation on IRC contribute a lot to my RP style. So in a way you were a part of this one as well :)

 

[onlinehero]

^ I agree with meepmeep. This a good one :)

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

I want you all to give a warm welcome to my next guest, Selene! New to the forums, Selene was nice enough to take some time and do an RP with me based around Makoto from the Street Fighter series and Vice from the King Of Fighters series. I know crossovers seem strange to some, but I think mixing universes is neat and can lead to some fun confrontations. Case in point...

Final Notice





Makoto (Selene)

It is early evening. Alone in the Rindo-Kan dojo, I am already well into another training session.

Despite the loan I took out, the dojo is still failing. It's clear I have only one recourse left - I must enter the upcoming tournament and gain notoriety.

As such, I've resolved to barely leave the dojo until it comes. As I'm beating away at my ever so abused punching bag, I hear the door behind me. Panting, I turn to tell whoever's entering we're closed - but what I see makes me stop silent.

Vice (TheCrimsonRisk)

Ugh. Can't believe I'm being forced to come to this dead end part of town to deal with some freeloading wannabe fighter.

I stand tall, looking down at you from across the room. You look like a slob in your loose, sweaty gi while I'm decked out in a brand new designer suit. "No wonder this place is falling apart." I say with a sneer.

I take a short stroll around the room, not wanting to sully my hands by actually touching anything. "I should do you a favour and have this place torn down." As I speak, I'm not even bothering to look at you. "You must be...Makoto, is that correct?"

Makoto

I frown at the fancy-dressed woman who just walked in like she owns the place, following her with my eyes as she struts about. "I am. What makes you think you can just barge in? We're closed!" I take a towel to wipe sweat off my face as I speak.

Vice

*sigh*

Reaching into my coat, I pull out an envelope and toss it at your feet. You recognize the seal as belonging to the organization from which you had to borrow from. Inside is a letter detailing the repercussions for being tardy with your payment.

"Let me know if you need me to read that for you."

Makoto

I raise an eyebrow, picking the letter up, ripping it open and reading through.

I throw it aside, glaring at you. "I've told you people before! I'll get the money as soon as the tournament comes! It'll be here, I promise!"

Vice

"Tournament? You..." My composure breaks as I can't hold back from laughing. "Ah ha ha ha! You know...usually you have to WIN a tournament to get the money for it. I'm afraid I can't go back to my employers with that. Ah ha ha, heh...such an amusing little boy..."

Makoto

My face turns red with rage. Of all the insolent... "Don't call me that! And I'm going to win it, you'll see!"

I point at her. "Some of us spend our time training rather than trying on getups like that!"

Vice

Your petty insults do little to bother me, though I'm wondering what I could have said that would make you so angry. I slowly walk towards you, accentuating our height difference as I get closer. I look at your cute face, then scroll down to your chest and...

"Ah! What's this? A girl? Ha ha, could have fooled me." At this point, I'm only inches away from you.

Makoto

I stand to my full length - hardly comparable to yours - and glare at you, fists clenched. As you come close, my eyes can't resist glancing with some jealousy at your ample chest before returning to your eyes.

My face is so red one'd expect me to start boiling. "Are you through!? I have training to do if I'm going to get the money for you!"

Vice

*tsch* "You can't be serious? Do I look like I'm going to come all the way down here for nothing?" I scratch my chin, then get a wicked grin on my face.

"I tell you what. I'll give you a few hours. Why don't you take that tight little ass of yours down to the corner and see what you can get for it? I mean, if we did something with this hair, showed some skin, maybe..." I tussle your hair mockingly.

Makoto

I gasp. "How DARE YOU!? I'm a martial artist, not one of... whatever kind of downtown hussies it is you're used to!"

Vice

I sigh again. "Very well. You've made your choice." I pull out my cell phone and start dialing. "What time would you like the demolition crew to come in? Does lunchtime tomorrow work for you?"

Makoto

At this, the rage in my face quickly turns to fear and desperation. "NO! DON'T! I'll get it, I promise! With... with interest! Just... just don't do that!"

Vice

Pause. Seeing you get so worked up, I can't help but be intrigued. "Hmph. Empty promises. I need something NOW."

Makoto

As the panic settles, I suddenly hit upon an idea. "Well... why don't I prove to you the power of Rindo-Kan karate? Send in someone who can fight and I'll show you I'm perfectly able to win the tournament."

Vice

"The power of..." More intrigue. Suddenly I'm picturing getting my hands on you. I feel a tingle.

I take a step back, adjusting my sleeves and taking a deep breath. "Very well. You. And me."

Makoto

I can't help scoffing. "You? You're a fighter? I wouldn't have thought any self-respecting martial artist would suit up like that. I meant someone who can FIGHT..."

Vice

Much like when I entered, I barely seem to be paying any attention to you. Instead, I'm looking for a spot on the wall to place one of my spy cameras. Not ideal for this sort of thing, but I know my employers will want to see this.

"You're confident. That's good. You'll need to put on a show if you want my people to give you an extension on this loan. They have...certain needs that must be satisfied."

I walk towards you menacingly, the grin on my face looking even more sinister. "So please...don't fall too quickly."

Makoto

I stand tall, again looking up at your eyes. This... bitch isn't going to intimidate me!

"If you're who I'm going to fight, this'll be pretty easy... I'm ready when you are."

I begin walking out to the dojo mats.

Vice

Enough talk.

As soon as you're within range, my hand shoots out towards your throat. You can see the sharp nails just itching to dig into you.

Makoto

I gasp at this, very narrowly dodging the claw-like nails, returning with a swift kick towards your face before dashing back and getting into a more ready stance.

"You... cheater!"

Vice

I'm so confident I'll grab you that when you move I'm off-balance. I flinch at the last second, but your heel still brushes against my cheek. I'm surprised that even that I felt that glancing blow! "Hrrgh...grr..."

I walk towards you again, still not quickening my pace. "Get over here you brat." This time I reach forward with both hands, clutching at your gi.

Makoto

I'm dragged forward a bit as you grab my gi, but respond with a swift jab towards your face. "Where'd you learn to fight, you underhanded wretch!?"

Vice

This time I'm prepared. The punch lands cleaner than the first blow, though it is somehow even less effective. I let your fist linger on my face, then turn towards you with fire in my eyes. "My turn."

I thrust my skull forward, looking to bludgeon you with a graceless headbutt!

Makoto

"Aauggh!" My head throws back from the terrific force. Despite being dizzied, however, I manage to stumble my way out of your grasp, standing unsteadily to try and prepare for your next attack.

Vice

"Heh heh heh..." That felt good. "Did that hurt, Makoto?" Pressing the attack, I hop forward and unleash a series of kicks aimed at your upper body.

Makoto

I manage to assert myself before you come, avoiding the first couple and parrying the third. Directly after, however, you hit me in the side and as I stumble back from that, I fail to block the next which hits me directly in the right breast, prompting a pained, loud groan as I back away again.

Vice

My foot makes a satisfying smack against your breast and I know I have you where I want you. Now I attack with wide, looping punches. At this speed, they almost look like blades threatening to tear you to ribbons. "Is this all you have?!?"

Makoto

"Ah! Agh! Aiee!" I'm unable to stop or avoid any of the punches, my fear intensifying as I realize I'm completely at your mercy. As your sharp claws hit, small rips begin to open up on the torso of my gi.

Vice

Seeing more of your soft skin is driving me into a frenzy. Need to focus on the task at hand, but...

I take a hold of your gi again, preparing for another headbutt. At the last second, I stop myself...and press my mouth against yours instead!

Makoto

Dizzied, I can't avoid your grab this time, but as you suddenly kiss me I'm shaken back to reality and struggle violently against you. "Mmphh...Mhhwhat the hell're you doing!?"

I manage to throw a punch to your ribs to distract you and get out of your grasp - as your hands clung to the gi, however, my belt accidentally comes off in the process, exposing my bra. It seems once the loose gi no longer covers them, those breasts turn out to be a bit bigger than you first thought...

Vice

The punch causes me to noticeably wince in pain and take a couple of steps back. I let myself get distracted. Stupid.

Your surprising bust causes me to do a double take. "Ah...oooh...my employers will enjoy this even more than I thought." Nodding to the camera, I move into a more focused fighting stance. I gesture for you to come forward.

Makoto

I first assume another fighting stance, then look down and blush, quickly trying to grab the belt and cover up again. "D-don't look!"

Vice

"Ha ha ha, don't be ashamed!" What a waste it would be for this girl to cover up again. Guess I'll have to break out the tricks now.

Revealing my freakish nature, I reach out and cause my arm to elongate. It stretches out until it's wrapped around your waist, jerking you towards me. "Come closer, pretty girl."

Makoto

I shriek slightly, your arm wrapping around me underneath the gi, and try to knee you as you pull me close. "G-GET OFF!"

Vice

The knee makes contact, getting a grunt out of me. I snatch with my other arm so you're standing on one leg now. I hug you tighter so you're no completely off the ground. "Oh, I don't worry, I'm sure I'll be getting off. Maybe we both will." I lean in and stick my tongue out, running it over your neck.

Makoto

I struggle to free my leg from your grasp. As your tongue suddenly begins running over my skin, I gasp loudly and try to chop the side of your neck. "S-stop that! That's... that's not fighting!"

Vice

"Ow!" I stare at you angrily. "Ha ha, you're a spirited one."

Letting your leg go, I change my grip so that both my arms are wrapped firmly around your waist. With a mighty heave, I elevate you a couple of feet off the ground and start squeezing the life out of you.

Our breasts mash together, a delightful feeling. I could get used to this.

Makoto

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhh..." I struggle in total vain against the tight embrace, feeling my body crushed in excruciating pain between your muscular arms. You can see a few tears fall from my eyes...

Vice

Nothing would give me more pleasure than tasting those tears, but you've surprised me with how much fight you have in you. Can't risk losing it now.

I lean in, shifting your position. My breasts now hover over yours, brushing against your chin. I tighten my grip, really pressing my powerful arms against your backbone. "Sweet Makoto...*hnnngh*...where...is your karate now...?"

Makoto

"AAAAAAAAAAARGH!!! AAAAAAAAAAH!!!" I can give nothing but screams in response. It feels like my spine will snap at any moment. My tears are now flowing quite openly.

Vice

Awww...don't want to break my new toy. I let up on the hug just enough to let you get some air. No fun if you can't feel what's coming.

Still, that scream...I savour it. Something for me to remember you by.

Dead lifting you onto my shoulder, I do a quick turn and then slam you on the hard dojo floor like a sack of potatoes. A pillar of dark, crimson energy briefly surrounds us. It is enough to chill your soul...

"Get up."

Makoto

I groan as you release the pressure, feeling some sensation return to my body. I'm too powerless to resist anything you do, however. As you slam me down, however, I let out a loud "AAAAARRRRGGHHHH!"

As the energy flows around us, I feel like all warmth disappears from me. Briefly, I think I might be dead... but then your sadistic voice wakes me up again. I look up at you, tears still flowing and clearly too weak to rise anytime soon.

Vice

"Is that all? Disappointing, yet..." I kneel down to get a better look at your sobbing face. My fingers glide across your cheeks, gathering the wet drops from your skin. I bring my hand to my lips, allowing myself a taste of your defeat. "...delicious."

"Yield to me now. Look to the camera and admit that you and your precious karate are worthless. I shall spare you further punishment."

Makoto

Although my body might be all but broken, I feel a jolt of fury as you say that. Slowly, I begin to crawl my way up first to support myself on my arms, then sit upright, then - finally, standing up again.

My mostly-exposed torso is full of bruises where you've battered or crushed me, but on shaky legs, I assume my stance again for one final attempt at defending my honor. "I... I won't. I can't... can't lose to you!"

Vice

Look at you. Somehow even more attractive after what I've put you through. I would respect you if it wasn't so laughable. I run my hands through my short red hair in disbelief. "You brought this upon yourself."

With a shocking burst of agility, I leap up and wrap my legs around your head. Giving a quick squeeze, I flip backwards before we tumble over, taking you off of your feet and tumbling head over heels!

I land on top of you, sitting on your chest, your face between my legs. "Aaaaah...how are we doing now, Makoto?"

Makoto

I gasp as you grab me. As you swing me through the air, I can do nothing but fatalistically close my eyes and await the ground...

As we land, I cry out "UNNNHHH!" Crying again, I also seem to have begun drooling a bit, flowing over the thick layer of sweat the fight has already given my battered body. I look up at you, very dizzily and seeing anywhere between three and eight of you. "Wha... how..."

Vice

My knees have your arms perfectly pinned to the ground. I relish the bewildered look on your face. "Let me help you out there." I wipe your face, bringing your saliva to my mouth. "Mmmm..." Wetting my own fingers, I slide them past your lips and start to tickle you. "Only fair to share, I say."

Makoto

I'm too stunned to make a response, but as your fingers slip into my mouth I try to object - only to end up wiht a muffled "Mmsthhphh..."

Vice

For a minute, my hand moves from your mouth to mine and back again. I won't even allow you the pleasure of another kiss, instead probing and prodding your helpless mouth.

I stop, deciding instead to pinch your adorable cheeks instead. Forcing you to pucker up, I draw you towards my crotch. "Give us a kiss, hm?"

Makoto

I blink a bit, trying to move away from your hands and finally managing to speak something coherent. "G-get off me, you perverted freak..."

Vice

"F...f...reak? Moi?" I gasp and bring my hand to my chest, acting hurt. "That is not a nice thing to say." I get up off of you and lift you to your feet, moving behind you as I do.

Reaching around, I cup one of your breasts while my other hand dances around your navel. "You shouldn't talk like that...mmmmh...you wound me..." Your thin red bra offers little protection from my invasion.

Makoto

I groan and whimper as you molest me. I try to pull your hands away, but I'm so weak I can barely move my arms at all, much less offer any resistance. "What... what are you going to do to me...?"

Vice

"Ssssh...quiet now..." I whisper into your ear while offering the occasional nibble. "Such a strong, hard body...but soft in all the right places."

The hand on your chest continues to grope roughly, teasing the nipple while kneading your flesh.

The other hand moves past the belly button, crawling down into your karate pants. "Oh! What have we here?"

Makoto

I move my head away from your mouth, squirming helplessly. As your hand moves down, I gasp a bit and squirm a lot more. "D-don't do that! Please... please stop!"

Vice

Your words are meaningless to me. I know what you want more than you do. All I need is two fingers. They slip into your underwear and I tingle in delight as I make contact with your vagina. Slowly, I start to caress it.

Makoto

I blush immensely. "D-don't... ahh..." In desperation and remembering you put up a camera seeing everything, I suddenly find myself doing what perhaps you would have done - I sink my nails from both hands into your arm.

Vice

Just as my fingers start to rub faster, I feel a sharp stabbing in my arms. "Whoooahh!" It's enough to get me to halt my advances. Now I'm really mad. I even release your chest, intent on causing you more pain instead.

"Stupid girl!" I yell in frustration. "This could have been so easy for you!"

Spinning you around, I deliver a vicious slap. With my strength, it's more like getting hit in the face with a frying pan.

Makoto

"Augh!" I stumble back, but retain my footing. Still, as you see me now I'm well aware I'm long since defeated - I probably simply prolonged my suffering.

Fate deals me another humiliating card, too. Loosened by your invading hand, my pants fall down, exposing my legs and red panties. Too focused on my fear of your inevitable next attack, I don't even notice.

Vice

Eschewing anything fancy, I simply step forward and deliver a big boot to your stomach. I want to smash those shiny abs of yours.

Makoto

"Aggggh!" I stumble back again, bent over forwards and holding my aching stomach. I cough a little, looking at you in terror.

Vice

"You should have played along. It didn't have to be like this."

In a flash, I'm on you. My right hand gripping your shoulder, my other snaking between your legs. My inhuman nature shows again as I press you over my head effortlessly. Your pants slide all the way off now and I kick them away disdainfully. I look up at your half naked body, sweat and tears dripping down on me. "Such a waste."

Makoto

I cry and whimper, looking down on you. "W-w-w-wait... wait... don't hurt me anymore, I'll... I'll..." I stumble over the words.

Vice

"Too late."

I throw you down with all of my strength. But you don't hit the ground. I raise my knee causing your spine to collide against it. The ensuing crack is music to my ears. Anyone else would have been instantly paralyzed, but miraculously you seem to be mostly in one piece still.

I let you lie on my knee for a moment, admiring your sexy mid-section stretched over it. Then I let you fall facedown to the floor.

I kneel, resting my hand on your butt. "Now then..." I wink at the camera. "...the real fun can begin."

Makoto

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!!!!!" The pain is maddening. I feel like a wave of cold, emanating from the point your knee breaks its way into my back, flows through my body - again a moment passes where I believe I'm dead.

As I hit the floor, I don't seem to feel anything. It is not until your hand touches my ass and you speak over me I even realize I'm still alive. Drooling up a puddle under my mouth, I manage - now seeming like an accomplishment - to turn my head to the side, looking up at you.

"Puh... please... d-don't kill me", I whimper, face involuntarily rubbing into the puddle of saliva.

Vice

"Kill you? Ha ha ha! Silly girl...what would be the fun in that?"

It occurs to me now that the commotion we've caused seems to have caused a stir outside. Perfect.

I take your hachimaki and make sure it's tied snug around your throat. "Yellow. The colour of fear. How appropriate."

Wrapping it around my arm, I head towards the exit and tug on it. "It's a good thing you can still move. Come here."

Makoto

I gasp and cough as you pull me up, weakly grasping at the band around my throat as I stumble along with you.

Vice

Just seeing you clumsily navigating the room on your hands and knees is enough to make me wet. Ooooh...need to contain myself. I'm the one in control here.

"Faster!" Walking back over to you, I give a cruel slap to one of your buttcheeks. Then the other! They shake and quiver in your red panties, drawing more laughter from me. "I don't have all day!"

Makoto

I blush as I'm dragged along like some dogpound bitch. As you spank me, I gasp and look down, enduring your cruel laughter and crawling along.

Vice

"Stay." I go to retrieve the camera. My employers won't want to miss this.

As we head back out to the street, I make sure to spank you again loudly. It is like I'm announcing your arrival. A scattering of townspeople are already gathered around. I can see from the stunned looks on their faces that you must be some sort of local hero.

Pointing to one of the slackjawed gawkers, I motion for him to come over and hold the camera. I give him a hundred dollar bill and warn him not to stop filming you under any circumstances.

The area in front of the dojo is wet from last night's rain. You have no choice but to crawl over it.

Makoto

As we head out to the street, I briefly try to shy back realizing I'm about to be very publicly humiliated. This doesn't work - as you keep pulling on the band I finally relent and crawl forth for fear of being strangled.

As everyone sees me in this state, bruised, exposed and humbled by the cruel woman, I look down on the ground and cry. Hearing their mumbling, I beg silently for someone to come and help me - but it doesn't happen.

Vice

Without warning, I take a seat on your back squashing you into the mud. It's not soft enough to provide much cushioning. "Don't squirm too much, Makoto. I'd hate to get this suit dirty."

Makoto

I gasp loudly, my weakened body crumbling like a house of cards as you sit on me and press me into the dirty ground. Knowing everyone I know can see this, I cry more openly at this point.

Vice

"Behold! The mighty karate champion!" I stand and scrape the dirt off my shoes, watching as it falls on your face. "I can see why you love her so. She really epitomizes the attitude of this place!"

I drag you to your knees, propping you up from behind to make sure everyone gets a good look.

"Doesn't it feel good, Makoto? To just let go?"

Makoto

I simply sob and look down, saying nothing as the crowd gets to see my mud-covered body and face.

Vice

"Nothing to say? Fine." I don't waste any more time. Unlike the deliberate approach I took before, now I drive my hand aggressively into your panties. My fingers penetrate you without remorse.

Makoto

I shriek at this, squirming slightly - but in vain. No longer able to stop you, I cry louder as your fingers penetrate me in front of everyone.

Vice

Leaving your chest alone, I instead grab your face and turn it towards me. I engage you in a deep kiss, my tongue overtaking yours. Down below, my fingers continue to work their magic.

I stay close to you, grinding my pussy against your supple cheeks. I start to forget that we're not alone.

"Mmmph...mmmph...yessss..."

Makoto

I gulp as you grab my face, offering another muffled objection as you kiss me. Following this, I can do nothing but squirm lightly and groan into the kiss, knowing everyone can see this woman fuck me in the street and I can't do anything about it.

Vice

Our bodies are intertwined now. Even I'm surprised at how much fun I'm having exploring your body. I start to forget why I even came here in the first place.

Still, all good things must come to an end. Sucking on your lips one last time, I focus all of my efforts into stimulating your clit. "Time...for the...big finish..." I whisper breathlessly.

Makoto

I pant - and moan. I don't know how, but somehow, in this state - my body broken, my spirit crushed and my reputation destroyed - the sadistic woman above me is giving me pleasure. As you speak to me, I moan weakly while looking up at you. "F-finish...?"

Vice

Oh, you precious thing.

I can tell you've never been taken care of like this before. What awful lovers you must have had up to this point.

Pushing you back onto your hands and knees, I move my other hand down the back of your panties. Searching for something soft, I start to thrust more fingers into you, rousing you from both ends. "Let go, Makoto...let go..."

Makoto

This is shortly enough to bring me to orgasm. I let out a series of louder moans as I climax in front of everyone, the nectar of my pussy flowing into my already soiled panties.

Vice

I make sure not to let up right away, wanting to ensure that your body is liberated of its juices. "Oooooh, Makotoooo...there you are." As you release, I can feel my own panties getting moist. Your moans are music to my ears.

Makoto

As you continue, I hit another orgasm, crying out louder this time. This time, I tremble weakly and fall back to rest in your arm, my head leaning back and my bruised and dirtied body lying there for your eyes to see.

Vice

I'm convinced you've had just about enough. My fingers continue their work, almost as a reflex. I stand up with my arm around you, underneath your chest. I'm entranced by the fluids running from your crotch, coursing down your legs into the dirt below. I use my feet to spread you a bit so that everyone can see what's happening.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Makoto

Delirious, I'm barely aware of what's going on around me. I no longer feel the gazes of those who once admired me, no longer seem to feel any shame before the camera. No longer object to your embrace. I feel a brief afterburst course through me (Leading more drops down my leg) and let out a contented moan.

Vice

"Say it. Say 'Mistress Vice owns me.'"

Makoto

"...Mis... mistress..." I gulp. "...Mistress Vice... owns me."

Vice

"Pathetic!" I hiss. My demeanour quickly changes from seductive to furious. "And here I thought you had some pride. I should have known better." With complete disdain, I shove you back down into the mud.

Gripping your hachimaki again, I go to one of the wooden posts in front of your dojo and start to fasten it. "Still...I'll bet my employers will be very happy with what they saw here today. That has to be worth something."

I tug on the makeshift leash to make sure that it's tied to the post properly. "One week. I'll be back in one week and if you don't have our money WITH interest...then I'll make sure this whole neighbourhood is taken care of." I glance at my muddy suit. "You better pay for this dry cleaning too, hmph."

Vice

"And one more thing." I grab the back of your bra and drag you to the post so that you're sitting against it. You're so helpless, I can't resist going in for one more kiss. "Pay up or you can expect a hell of a lot more of this."

I get up to leave, retrieving my camera and preparing to call for my limousine out of here.

Makoto

As you leave, I'm left alone and whimpering in front of the still-staring crowd. Slowly, I return to my senses. Broken, humiliated and defeated in every possible way, I slowly understand - if I don't manage to fully recover in time for the tournament, there's no way I'll be able to get the money back. If so... she'll be back.

 

[Selene]

Couldn't have asked for a better start. I had great fun with that story!

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

It's been a while, hasn't it? I like to use this space to highlight new folks who I've RP'd with so I'm going to do that now for one of our newer members, Teenwrestler. He specializes in more back and forth style wrestling matches (which I am finding surprisingly enjoyable!), but I asked if he would be willing to do a squash match and he obliged. I think he did a fantastic job with it so here it is. Poor Trishy is the victim once again. She will never learn.

Lana and Rusev Head North

(Trish's Theme - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Shy_V0G6SEw)

Trish Stratus (TheCrimsonRisk)

That trademark giggle hits and the crowd explodes in anticipation! They thought that someone might interrupt Lana, but they thought it might have been one of the male wrestlers. They didn't expect me, their hometown sweetheart.

I'd actually been scheduled to defend my Womens' Championship later in the show. Then I heard Lana going on about how Russia is better than the United States AND Canada. It's the first time they've brought their dog and pony show to the Great White North. I'm going to make sure it's the last.

I come out wearing a coat over my wrestling gear, not wanting to show off yet. This is business. I burst past security through the entrance curtain and raise my title high in the air. This is my house!

After grabbing a microphone, I make my way up the ring steps to get in Lana's face.

"Listen lady, I have a lot of friends in the US. I love the US. I didn't like it much when you were running down that country. Now you come up here spewing that same trash. You've made this personal."

Rusev (Teenwrestler)

After what seemed like an eternity, the homecrowd had finally something to cheer about. Abruptly cutting off Lana's hate speech about Canadians and Americans, was none other than hometown heroine Trish_Stratus!. As her music cued, Lana slowly lowered the mic in her hand and began to glare at the onrushing Trish. She looked on in absolute rage and hate as the canadian female wrestler entered the ring with a mic in her hand and began to defend her hometown. After hearing what she had to say, Lana slowly raised the mic up to her lips as she chuckled a bit " Well well, If et iznt the hometown princezz of Canada! We already have defeated your big brather America. What chance does a Can-Yuck have against Mother Russia.

"ты, сука" Lana hissed at her as she lowered her mic once more and began to glare into Trish eyes.

(ты, сука = you bitch in russian)

Trish Stratus

Even without knowing exactly what Lana said, the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes tells me everything I need to know. This girl isn't backing down. Good. I was hoping she'd have some backbone.

"You know, Lana...I actually respect you. Despite your sour attitude and misguided behaviour, I respect you. I know how hard it is to make it as a woman in this industry. And the fact that you've achieved the success you had wearing these nice suits and not having to do a single bra and panties match...I'm actually kind of jealous."

The crowd starts to laugh at my comments. As embarrassing as some of my early career was, I'll always appreciate how the fans supported me.

"But one thing you haven't done to earn my respect...is actually get in this ring and show what you can do."

A low "ooooooooh" drifted through the crowd.

Rusev

As Trish seemingly seems to be complimenting the lavishing Russian, Lana seemed to enjoy what she was hearing as she nodded with a huge smirk on her face before she heard that last segment of Trish sentence. To which, she again glared on with hate when she heard the crowd laughing out a bit. After gathering her thoughts Lana slowly brought the mic towards her mouth once more.

"Of course you are jealous, I do well in making mother Russia proud without having to be streeped down to my bra and panties. It seems that Canadians, just like ze Americans have no shame. You'd be careful not to challenge mother Russia, Trish. Anyone who stands in the way of Russian glory....will be....CRUSHED" she said as she clenched her fists in front of her Trish's face.

Trish Stratus

Lana knows how to assert herself, I'll give her that. She's never been in the ring with a champion though. "As long as I've got this," I say raising the belt in front of Lana's face in reply. "I'm not jealous of any woman in this business. Which gives me an idea."

I take a couple of steps back and smile to the fans at ringside. "You know Lana...I was supposed to defend this title tonight and while I hate to disappoint my opponent later I don't think anyone will mind if I call an audible to shut...your...mouth!"

Big pop from the Toronto crowd.

"I want you tonight in this very ring...and when I beat you, you and that shaved gorilla are BANNED from crossing the Canadian border!" A big "Stratus" chant starts up. "I know you're scared Lana, I can sense fear. So just to sweeten the pot I'm going to put MY women's championship on the line. So what do you say? Do we have a match?"

Rusev

Lana listens to the offer very closely as Trish begins to pump up the crowd and herself as well. The blonde Canadian bombshell is all fired up as she insults Lana's client on the way as well. Lana shakes her head while chuckling a bit before finally responding. "Trish...Trish...Trish. Mother Russia protects her daughters and sons...if you are fighting with me, then that means you are fighting against Russia. When you are fighting with Russia, that means you are fighting against...." Lana stops as she points at the entrance ramp. "RUSEV" she shouts out.

(Rusev's theme - WWE - Rusev Official Theme Song 2014 (HD) - YouTube)

The familiar trumpet blows and I brush past the curtains that lead towards the ring arena. With a dead serious look in my face I begin to walk down the ring ramp while tightening up my jaw and loosening up my shoulders. I stand outside the ring for a few seconds as I take a good look at my opponent before jumping up on the ring apron and entering the ring.

Trish Stratus

I'm tempted to walk up and rip that suit right off of Lana until...I hear the spine chilling theme music of her client! *Oh shit.*

Lowering my mic so that only Lana can hear me, I look at her with concern. "I...I was told that Rusev wasn't in the arena tonight. How...?"

I back up to the corner farthest from you. I'd never actually been this close to you in-person. You're even bigger than I thought!

A referee slides in and looks at both of us, unsure what to do. He asks me if I want to do this and I nod with less conviction than I would have had if it was Lana standing across from me. He moves over to you to make sure that you go back to your corner.

Rusev

Lana exits the ring very slowly looking over Trish with a wicked smile. After she exited the ring, she walks close to where I stand in my corner. She begins to point at Trish and then shout at me "Rusev!...CRUSH" she commands me as I nodd. Slapping my chests with both hands.

I dont have a problem wrestling a man or a woman, as long as I get to defend Russia's honour and my gold medals. I breath heavily through my nose as I glare at my opponent, eager to get the match started so I can beat her down. I begin to move out of the ring corner very slowly, *ding*ding*ding. As soon as I hear the bell ring I bring my hands up infront and bend my knees a bit, my eyes locked at your position.

Trish Stratus

I actually take a nervous gulp as I remove my coat. Normally, this would be one of the most showy parts of my performance. I'd show off my sexy outfit, do a pose, get the crowd salivating, get in the other woman's head...I can't worry about any of that now. In fact, I actually feel more self-conscious than usual with a monstrous man like yourself looking at me.

The coat drops and my beautiful body is now in full view. Even in this dangerous situation, many of the fans take the opportunity to hoot and holler at me. Who can blame them? The tight silver one-piece I'm wearing leaves little to the imagination. It clings tightly and shows off a fair bit of cleavage. I bend over to make sure that my black boots are secure. Everything needs to be perfect if I'm going to have a chance to pull off the upset.

In contrast to your methodical approach, I shoot out of the corner and launch myself at you! I'm going for my trademark Thesz Press, hoping to catch you off guard.

Rusev

I dont really have an interesting in any eye-candy right now. Your body might have distracted the crowd or some other male wrestler but im only focused on hurting you and making you submit. I was ready for any surprise attack you might throw at me, as you throw your body towards me with your forearm sticking out, it does struck my head and I only back off and not go down on my back for you to follow up. Instead after getting whacked, I ram forward and try to throw my body into yours to try and knock you down on your back.

Trish Stratus

My elbow hits crisp, a shot that would have stunned any Diva! The expression on your face doesn't change a bit. I shake my forearm to try and get some of the feeling back. *Nice move, Trish.*

"Ooof!" I'm able to brace myself for the impact of you smacking against me. I bounce and roll on the mat, then come forward again. Up high didn't work, so how about down low? I drop down for a dropkick aimed at your knee, looking to bring you closer to my level.

Rusev

I dont grin nor smirk, my facial expression stays the same. I just look dead in your eyes as my body thumps against yours and I watch you go down but you are quick to roll on your back and quickly get back up to your feet and lunge in at me, your dropkick catches my knee and for the first time in the match I do grunt out and go down on one knee

After getting down to one knee, I almost immediately get back up to my feet and try to rush forward with my arm extended, looking to go for a quick clothesline when you would get back up from that dropkick

Trish Stratus

That one worked better! *Fight smart, that's the key.*

"Whoa, faster than you look!" I say as I charge back in and just manage to duck under your gigantic arm. Continuing to run, I hit the ropes behind you and use the momentum to set up another low dropkick. My black boots are again aimed like a missile at your kneecap!

Rusev

"Hmph rauugghh" I mumble in frustration as my clothesline misses its target and you dart forward to bounce off the ring ropes. As soon as I turn around to face you, your body was already in motion in a diving like formation when your legs catch my kneecap. "Uurgghh" I grunt out in pain as I go down onto my knee once more, shaking my head as I try to rise back up again.

Trish Stratus

Now that you're a little lower (though even on one knee you're still almost a head taller), I decide to go for the Thesz press again. My back smacks against the ropes and I rebound off before going airborne. *This time!*

My chest is coming at you full speed, my arm extended ready to rain down punches on your ugly face!

Rusev

You bounce off the ring ropes to gain speed and momentum, during this time I had recovered and had gotten back up on my feet. As you go airborne I catch you by wrapping my arms around your waist and try to go for a belly to belly suplex.

Lana was barking orders at me in Russian for quite a while but was grinning widely when I managed to catch you in that belly to belly suplex. I shake my head still and turn back to you, I move over to your head as I try to go for a quick standing leg drop! looking to catch your neck with my strong thighs

Trish Stratus

Crash and burn. That's the only way to describe what just happened. Just when I thought I was going to knock you over, it's me who is sent down to the canvas. The hard way.

I flip head over heels and land badly, inches away from possibly damaging my neck. My body skids to a stop leaving me completely disoriented.

*groan*

My vision clears only to see your thick leg hovering above. *Move Trish move!*

*WHOMP*

My head and neck disappear from view as I'm blasted by your leg drop! The audience gasps as my legs shoot up from the mat and then fall back unmoving.

Rusev

Lana screams at me once more "CRUSH HER RUSEV". I look over to her and then look back to my opponent who seems down and out. I grab you by the hair and pull you up to your feet, I scoop you up in my arms horizontally. My arms gripping the back of your neck and thigh as I pull your body up a bit and bring it down on my knee for a backbreaker

Lifting your body up once more I find my footing and pull your body up once more before flinging you backwards, throwing you behind me so that your back crashes against the ring mats as I show off m arm strength by simply throwing you over me.

Trish Stratus

There's no resistance from me as I'm picked up in your arms. The backbreaker is swift and harsh.

"Huuuuunnngh!" I cry out breathlessly. It is as if the impact travelled all the way up my spine, my neck, and through my mouth past my perfect lips. I've never been drilled with a backbreaker like that before.

You won't even let me fall to the mat. Seconds later I'm up and being flipped through the air again. I bang hard against the mat nearly rolling out of the ring. That fallaway slam has me seeing stars.

From my belly, I raise my head to try and find a supportive face in the audience. All I see is the face of Lana glaring at me. She's screaming something that I can't make out since my ears are still ringing.

Rusev

I shout out at the top of my lungs "Ni odna zhenshchina ne mozhet pobedit' menya" as I pound my chest with my fists to pump my self up. I see you raising your head from your belly and I quickly move towards you and bring my foot down onto the small of your back a couple of times before grabbing your leg with both hands and lift your body up high in the air with your legs and then letting your leg go, letting your body drop down face first into the ring mats.

Trish Stratus

The first stomp causes me to spasm violently and I lose the feeling in my toes for a second. "Aaagggawwwwd..."

I feel something pop after the second stop. As a fitness model, I know my body well and that kind of pop is terrifying. "St...stop...I..."

*WHAM*

I'm sent into the air once more landing right on my pretty face. The shock is enough to wake me up and I lay on my stomach clutching my cheeks and nose, fearful that something is broken.

In this position, you're getting an eyeful of my shiny ass as I writhe in front of you.

Rusev

I grab you by the back of your shiny one piece fabric and pull on it to force you back up to your feet, really jerking on the suit to get you back up on your feet. Your back exposed to me as I slam my palm into your lower back, before twisting my body to the side and wrapping my arm around your neck, Both of our backs are now pressed against each other with my arm wrapped around your neck, I then go down on my knees and really smack your back against mine as I go for the randy orton backbreaker.

Trish Stratus

The material of my suit starts to ride up creating an obvious camel toe situation between my legs. I'm not worried about that since I'm in the middle of being destroyed by a Russian demon.

"Nnnnnnkk..." I struggle to breathe with your arm draped over my throat. My feet start to rise from the mat and I can't believe you're using this move. I'd seen it done to countless superstars, never imagining I'd suffer that fate.

*CRACK*

My back wraps around yours and it looks like I might be permanently bent. Eventually, I ooze off of you back down to the mat. I roll onto my back, arching upwards to try and deal with what's happening. It doesn't help much. When you look at my face, you can see my eyes shut and my mouth hanging open miserably.

Rusev

Im not done with you yet, I roar out and flex my muscles as I shout out the crowd which attracts a lot of jeers from the home crowd. I grab your hair once again as I pull you up to your feet, really just enjoying putting you through painful moves I once again scoop you up in my arms and bring your back down against my knee in another backbreaker but this time

I keep your back pressed against my knee and push your body down against my knee. My hands cupping your chin and thigh as I push your body down against my strong knee. I shout out something at you in Russian, presumably asking you to submit. The referee slides next to you as he checks you "Trish? do you give" he asks you

Trish Stratus

My sweaty hair sticks to your fingers as you scrape my rag doll from the mat. I give you the most pitiful look, hoping that you just put me down and pin me to end this. I have too much pride to just give up.

"Nnnnn...not another...backbreaker..."

*SNAP*

My back curls cruelly around your knee and at first glance it looks like I'm just dead. The only signs of life I'm showing are the weak twitching of my limbs and the dull rise and fall of my chest.

The referee's question takes some time to register. Even though my back is killing me, I think about why I came here. To defend the honour of the fans and my country.

"Nnnn...d...dnt...gvvvvv..."

Rusev

The referee signals to me that she doesnt give up, which causes me to really push down your back against my knee. After a while I hoist you back up in my arms horizontally and then bring your back down again on my knee, keeping your back pressed against it hoping that added backbreaker would do wonders for your back and give me the submission I need. My teeth gritted as my facial expression is completely stoic as I cruelly punish your back.

Trish Stratus

My intense conditioning is the only thing getting me through this, though it doesn't help much when you raise me up to deliver yet ANOTHER backbreaker. My arms and legs flop uselessly as you go back to stretching me out in this grueling hold.

I can make out the camera man fixated on me being demolished. My shiny bodysuit glistening with sweat, looking fabulous even as the woman who wears it is being crushed. The fans start to clap for me and I want to fight back but nothing is working. All I can do is hang on...

The referee asks for my submission. "NoooOOOOOOOooooh..." I squeal.

Rusev

I can pretty much work out what she said this time, Once again Im forced to release her from my backbreaker submission hold and pull her up into my arms for the third time but this time I lift you up and slam you down on your back in a simple body slam. I rise back up to my feet and roar out whilst flexing my muscles, stomping down onto the ring canvas with my feet as I signal that the end is near

Trish Stratus

I'm laying there, spread eagle, staring at the lights. I barely know where I am. I was supposed to be wrestling Lana, not some musclebound brute. My arm comes up to cover up my face. I can't stand the sight of everyone looking at me like this.

"Don't...don't do it...please...just...pin me..."

Rusev

"Crush her Rusev" Lana barks at me as I nodd in approval. I move towards you and kick at your side to make shift you on your belly, once your down on your stomach I grab your legs and drag you to the center of the ring and begin to straddle your back. My boots pressed against the ring canvas as I sit on your mid-back. My hands arch forward and cup your chin as I pull back, locking in the dreaded "Accolade" submission move. My arms pulling your head back mercilessly, my facial expressions completely stoic.

Trish Stratus

I continue to beg and whine as your kick rolls me over. My ass jiggles side to side from the force of the blow. *Whatever you do, don't submit, Trish. Not to him and Lana. Don't give them what they want.*

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" It all happens so quickly. One moment I'm laid out on the canvas, the next my body is locked into the most vicious submission hold I've ever experienced. I'm not meant to bend this way!

The referee looks for a submission but I can't even comprehend what's happening to me right now. With the only response being my muffled screams, he has no choice but to let you continue.

Rusev

I dont mind you not tapping out, for me, as long as you dont tap out I can keep torturing you in this submission hold. Many men have tapped out or passed out in this submission hold and a woman will be no different. I continue to pull your face backwards and bend your body back like a C. A wide grin forms across Lana's lips as she watches Rusev destroy Trish.

Trish Stratus

Everytime I think you can't pull back any further you somehow managed to do so. This isn't how this was supposed to go. *I am their heroine...you can't do this to me...*

It's not just the physical torture. I can't get the image out of my head of you being in total control of my body, of the Women's Champion being at the mercy of such an evil wrestler. And the image of me locked in The Accolade being projected on the Titantron and sent out to millions of homes worldwide. It's too much...

It's almost imperceptible to you, but sure enough my soft hands start tapping on your legs. One side, then the other, then both in unison.

"Alright, she gives up! Break the hold!" The referee orders.

Rusev

As soon as the referee signals the submission, my music cues. I keep the hold locked on, until Lana enters the ring and orders me to let go. After which I meditatively let go, Lana raises my hand in victory as I stand next to you with a angered expression on my face as I look down on you.

Lana orders the referee to get the Womens championship belt, the match was originally for the womens title, Lana vs Trish but Lana cleverly substituted herself with Rusev and now even took the title for HERself. Lana holds the belt high in her air as she orders me to punish her again "Rusev....." she shouts at me pointing at your back.

I nodd and begin to straddle your back once more, wrapping my arm around your face and pull your face back once more, locking in "The Accolade" for the second time as I try to Knock you out

Trish Stratus

"Aaaaah...aaaaaah...aaaaaaah..." I'm still screaming and moaning while your music plays. The Accolade never gets released until Lana says so. It takes an eternity for her to intervene and finally you release me.

I collapse, sobbing. Thankfully I'm facedown so nobody can see just how badly I'm shaken up. I never want to go through anything like that again.

I lost. In front of all of my fans. I didn't just lose, I gave up. That was the worst possible way to be defeated. All the tough talk that I brought to the ring...I couldn't back it up.

I just want to crawl out of this ring and find a hole somewhere to hide. But you won't even let me do that. You're all over me again, trapping me in that sadistic Accolade. More screaming, I can't even hear myself think.

Worst of all, I have a clear view of Lana in front of me, stroking my championship belt. *It's mine...I'm the strongest...*

Rusev

Lana gets down on her knees in front of your face, Holding that belt in front of your face. "Thiz is what you get for challenging Russia...now you will learn resspect" she says grinning as she suddenly pulled back the title and slammed it against your gorgeous face. Meanwhile, I continue to pull your head back in this punishing hold and only after Lana smacks that belt in your face does she order me to let go. She raises my hand once before hugging the championship in her arms as the two of us begin to exit the ring after humiliating the hometown heroine.

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Paige v. Miss Rachel




Paige (TheCrimsonRisk)

The music hits and Paige hit the ramp looking as confident as ever. She raised her title high in the air. She glanced at the Titantron. Everything looked fine. The screaming fans can't tell that this is the most scared she's been to face any opponent.

* Paige_Knight trots down to the ring, slapping fan's hands and letting them touch her title. "My title." She thinks, glaring at Miss Rachel. This is as close as she's going to let that brute get to it.

After doing her usual routine of screaming and posing, Paige stepped through the ropes and went face to face with Rachel.

"We're not back in the old country, love. This is my house now. You made a big mistake coming here."

Miss Rachel (daman077c)

* Ms_Rachel stood across the ring, watching Paige as she screamed, posed and played to the crowd. The purple two piece outfit she wore dressed her well... too bad she was going to have to MAYBE attempt to tear it from the champion's body. Or maybe she'd stick with just the title.

Her eyes glared at Paige as she spoke. "And you a big mistake entering the ring against me," she quipped back, stretching. "That title is coming home with me."

She turned her head for a moment... and then snapped at Paige, kickstarting the match with several kicks at the champion's stomach!

Paige

Paige was all ready for the bell to ring and make the match official...but she wasn't ready for Rachel's attack! The woman's big foot smacked into her bare belly and she went down like she'd been hit with a battering ram!

"Oooooolf!"

The referee hurriedly handed the belt to a ringside attendant, then tried to get in the way of big Rachel. "W-w-w-wait...the m-m-match hasn't started!"

Miss Rachel

* Ms_Rachel grabbed for the ref and shoved him away. "Out of my way, ref!" she shouted, sending him toppling into the corner. Promptly she aimed several stomps to Paige's back to flatten her into the canvas.

This woman... she must've not been paying attention to the television lately. Every babyface Diva that had crossed her path... had been destroyed. Now she was facing Paige for her title, and it looked as if another Diva was going to be destroyed by her hands.

Now, she had Paige where she wanted her. She quickly backed into the ropes, and came off with a head of steam. Leaping into the air at Paige's side... she aimed a big splash at the champion's lower back, trying to crush her into the canvas!

"Grrrraaaaaah!" Rachel screamed, as she came down with the splash. She had murderous intent, wanting to crush and injure Paige's body.

Paige

"Ungh! Ah! Aaah!" Every time Paige tried to push up, she was met by another boot to the back. By the time the bell rang, she couldn't hear it over the ringing in her ears.

Even though she was the champ, the build-up over the last few weeks was how she would be the underdog in this match-up. How could that be? She hadn't lost in months.

There were more immediate concerns now. The soreness in her stomach, the ache in her back, the shaking in the ring...shaking?

*THWAM*

A few hundred pounds of woman came crashing down on Paige's back, momentarily flattening the champion. A loud "oooooooh" came from the crowd. It looked like the champ was already finished. She rolled away, clutching her mid-section, eventually grasping onto the nearest bottom rope.

"Just...*gasp*...need a second..."

Miss Rachel

* Ms_Rachel laughed as she rose to her knees, watching Paige writhe and roll away, grabbing onto the ropes for support. "Done already?" she said, grinning. She rose to her feet and stormed towards Paige, hands aiming to grab onto the back of the woman's head and press her throat against that bottom rope.

"Rachel... Rachel! Break! Away from the ropes!" The referee's shouts were feeble; Rachel wasn't listening to him - at least, not now, she wasn't.

Quickly Rachel looked to torture Paige. She tried to step onto Paige's back, one foot in the small of her back, and the other against her shoulderblades, hands on the top rope to stabilize herself. "COME ON, PAIGE!" she yelled, drawing a bunch of boos from the crowd.

Paige

* Paige_Knight beat her boots against the mat as she was illegally choked!

"Hnnnk...uuuunngh!" She didn't know how to fight it having never fought a woman as big as Rachel in the WWE. Her hands pushed against the rope and against Rachel's boots, neither counter doing much good.

When Rachel stood on top of her with all of her weight on her back and shoulders, Paige thought she might die. She couldn't do anything against that or Rachel's taunts.

The referee started to count, but it was like it was in slow motion. "1!...2!...3!...4!..."

Miss Rachel

* Ms_Rachel was NOW listening to the referee. She jumped off of Paige's back when the referee reached four. "Okay, okay! I'm off of her!" she yelled at him, dismissing him with a wave of her left hand.

Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of Paige's hair and yanked the champion to her feet, tugging her into the center of the ring.

Then, with a quick sweep, she scooped Paige off of her feet... and then slammed her down with a quick, strong bodyslam!

Paige

*GASP* Paige fell from the rope clutching her throat. It hurt to breathe, but she had to take in as much air as she could. As pathetic as it sounds, part of her was hoping Rachel had held on for another second and been disqualified. This match was going downhill fast!

"Rachel...hold on..." Paige said glumly as she was brought to the middle of the ring. The arena flipped upside down in her eyes and she was slammed onto her back! "Gaaaah!"

* Paige_Knight arched upward, her belly sticking up with the tips of her toes on the mat

Miss Rachel

* Ms_Rachel grinned at Paige's plea. Of course, she wasn't going to "hold on", so when she slammed the champion into the mat and heard her scream, a bit of glee filled Rachel's body.

"WHERE'S YOUR CHAMPION NOW?!?" she implored to the crowd, storming around the ring for a moment.

As quickly as she was gone from Paige, she returned, and grabbed another handful of the champion's hair. She backed her into a corner, and then, with a burst of energy, backed away and pulled on Paige's arm, attempting to send her crashing into the opposite corner with a power Irish whip!

Paige

Thousands of fans were on their feet trying to rally the Paige. She could hear them all and still she couldn't find the strength to stand. The power of Miss Rachel was undeniable.

No sooner had she shook the cobwebs out than she found herself being set up in the corner. The Irish Whip was delivered with such force that it only took her a few long lunges to make it all the way across the ring, where she rotated and crashed in ugly fashion.

"NNNNAAAAAH!" She yelled out, louder than before. The whole ring shook as her spine collided with the top two turnbuckles, the lower one connecting with her lower back. She fell face first to the mat.

* Paige_Knight raised her bum in the air, the purple short shorts clinging tightly. She massaged her back and groaned with her face against the canvas.

Miss Rachel

* Ms_Rachel walked with a bit of a swagger. She was absolutely destroying Paige, crushing her lower back. The splash had softened her up, and now every impact, every slam that Paige took to her spine, was damaging her lower back.

"What's the matter, love? Done already? Back sore?" She laughed sarcastically, reaching down with her right hand to again pull Paige back to her feet. "The pain you're gonna be in, when I'm done with you..."

Holding onto Paige's left arm, she pushed the champion away. Then, at arm's length, she tugged her back in, catching and twisting, attempting a big-time powerslam!

Paige

*THWAM* Another ring shaking move, another scene of Paige being laid out. The shock that was traveling through her pretty body from these slams was immeasurable.

This time she was lifted even higher and brought down even harder. For a moment she went limp, then the pain came rushing back and she shook with a violent spasm. "Shhhiii..." She cut herself off before the cameras could catch her swearing. "...hurts..."

The referee stepped in to talk to both wrestlers. He asked Paige if she wanted him to stop the match, then looked to Rachel. "Are you going to attempt a pin? Come on, Rachel, this is a wrestling match!"

Miss Rachel

* Ms_Rachel looked at the referee, an incredulous look on her face. "Wot? I'll pin her when I'm damn well ready!" she snapped back.

One British woman was crushing another British woman - and a beautiful one at that. Rachel grabbed onto Paige's hair once more. Once more she dragged the champion to her feet. There wasn't much more Paige could take, but Rachel wasn't out to find Paige's limits.

Rachel swept Paige from her feet, cradling her a bit, center of the ring. Then, abruptly, she dropped to a knee, slamming Paige down with a crippling over the knee backbreaker!

Waiting a few moments to soak in the boos that were raining down upon her, she finally looked at the referee. "Okay... okay - NOW I'm going to pin her." Finally, FINALLY, Rachel attempted to pin the wounded champion.

The referee dropped to his knees and counted. "1!......2!......"

Paige

* Paige_Knight kicked her legs out and slapped Rachel's back as she was carried in her arms like a child. This close, she could feel just how much thicker the challenger was.

"Not the backbreaker, Rachel." Paige begged. Her pretty little head was shaking pathetically. "Not after all that."

*CRACK*

* Paige_Knight bent sharply over Rachel's knee, then flopped onto the mat. Her mouth was agape, unable to even scream at this point.

* Paige_Knight didn't straighten out again until Rachel moved to cover her. The count reached two and she kicked out with everything she had left. It was an impressive feat and the crowd finally had a reason to pop...unfortunately, so did Paige's back.

Instead of being able to use the crowd's support to spur a comeback, Paige remained curled up on the mat, just under Rachel. The backbreaker combined with that pin escape had shifted something in a way it wasn't meant to be shifted.

"Ref...Rachel...my back...I think...something's wrong..."

Miss Rachel

* Ms_Rachel felt Paige kick out, and her eyes went wide for a moment - a sort of "Uwotm8?" moment, to use a British term. She looked down and could see that Paige wasn't... wasn't quite right.

Then, she heard what Paige was saying. Something had shifted out of place. Something was actually hurt in the champion's lower back. Rachel felt her spirits rise a bit, knowing Paige's days as champion were numbered, even if she somehow lost.

She grabbed onto Paige's hair and yanked her back up to her feet as she rose. "What's that? Back injured? Well... have I got something for you."

Suddenly, she slipped her arms around Paige's injured lower back, clamping down on a standing bearhug - she had the champion trapped on her own two feet!

Paige

* Paige_Knight was dead weight. She wasn't fighting against Rachel, she just couldn't stand! The simple act of planting her feet sent stabbing pains up and down her spine. She was on jelly legs when Rachel wrapped her thick arms around her waist.

"Rachel, dooOOOOAAAAAAH!" The anti-Diva's head shot back violently, her raven hair swishing around as she immediately reacted to the pressure around her mid-section.

* Paige_Knight was bent backwards in Rachel's arms, adding even more pressure to the simple maneuver. The worst part was that Paige knew there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

Miss Rachel

* Ms_Rachel pumped her arms on Paige's back. It was true, there was no escape, no recourse for the champion at this moment. Not now, not ever - not at this rate, at least. The bearhug was crushing Paige's lower back, and there was absolutely nothing she could do.

"Come on Paige! Come on! Give it up!"

As "give it up" left Rachel's mouth, she squeezed as tight as she could, really torquing and pouring the pressure on.

Paige

"Mmmmmh...nnn...no! No!" Paige wished she could have refused the submission with more conviction, but Rachel was putting the squeeze on her badly. She could barely think, much less talk. After about a minute, all she could do was shake her head in response to the referee and Rachel.

* Paige_Knight slumped forward now, her upper body hanging limply to one of Rachel's sides. The referee had to move in and see if she was out. Her hand was raised once...it fell lifelessly.

* Paige_Knight had her hand raised a second time. No response. The crowd was in shock, though a wave of supporting applause had been building up. It caught Paige's attention. She opened one eyelid slightly, so she could see the faces of her fans...and her belt outside the ring.

* Paige_Knight had her hand raised a third time...and she held it up! Ignoring the pain in her body, she threw a couple of short forearms at Rachel's face to loosen her grip.

Miss Rachel

* Ms_Rachel was stunned. She heard the cheer of the crowd, she could see the referee checking Paige's arm, lifting it and watching it fall - twice! But somehow, some way, the champion was digging deep.

Then, she felt the forearms. They didn't carry much strength, but they were surprising, especially considering how injured Paige was at this moment. "Oof! Hngh! Unh!"

Indeed, Rachel's grip on the bearhug loosened for a moment.

But only for a moment.

She growled loudly and yanked Paige back into her embrace, back into the bearhug, where her arms clamped down and thrashed the champion about, like an alligator with a catch in its mouth.

"SUBMIT!" she screamed at Paige.

Paige

"Yes...yes..." Paige muttered as she felt the hug slipping. One more shot and maybe...

*SCRRRRNNNCH*

* Paige_Knight howled as she was sucked back into Rachel's arms, the squeeze deeper than before.

The sadistic hug had Paige almost in tears. It felt like her ribs were on the verge of cracking any second. Her hand raised up and it looked like she might tap out on Rachel's shoulders...instead, she dug her fingers into the bigger woman's skin. It was more of an involuntary reaction than any sort of attack.

"No! I won't...gaaaaaaaawwwd...I DON'T SUBMIT!"

Miss Rachel

* Ms_Rachel pulled on Paige's body, tried desperately to make her submit... but nothing was coming of it. Despite her back injury, she just wasn't submitting.

With a frustrated growl, she charged Paige into the corner, slamming her aching back into the turnbuckles, before relenting. She had another course of action, another idea in her mind.

She swiped a bit of sweat from her brow and took a few steps around the ring, taking in a few breaths. "Come on, Paige... come on..."

Paige

All of Paige's physical training and stretching regiments were keeping her in the match. She didn't know how much more she could take though. There was a loud sigh of relief from the fans when Rachel gave up the bearhug.

The relief was short lived as Paige was squashed into the corner. Her arms and legs jiggled limply from the impact. Her butt came to a rest on the bottom turnbuckle and her arms were hung up on the middle ropes as her chest heaved.

* Paige_Knight grabbed onto the ropes and pulled herself up in an impressive showing of grit and determination. Sweaty strands of hair clung to her gorgeous face. Putting her hands up like a boxer, she tried to limp out of the corner and face Rachel once more.

"Is...that all...you got...?"

Miss Rachel

Ms_Rachel took a few steps to close the distance to Paige. Her mind raced as she thought of what she could do to the champion.

Then, it hit her. Well... not HIT her, more like dawned on her mind, as to what she should do next. Quickly, suddenly, she lashed out with a boot to the gut to double Paige over.

Then, with the champion hunched over, she wrapped her arms around Paige's waist, to heave her up onto her shoulder... and then finally drop to her knees with a quick, devastating Canadian Backbreaker drop!

The end certainly had to be near...

Paige

Some of the fans were begging Paige to stay down. But she couldn't do that. She'd fought too hard for too long to just lay down for this bully.

*You can do this...you're Paige, you're from a family of wrestlers. She's just an overgrown nobody. Fight back! You're the champ! Fight b----*

Rachel's gut kick knocked all the air out of Paige and she blacked out for a second. Were it not for Rachel picking her up, she would have collapsed. She recovered to see the bright lights of the arena shining down on her.

*CRACK*

* Paige_Knight bent like a crooked letter and then went completely limp, hanging off of Rachel's shoulder. She couldn't tell what was wrong with her back before, but now it was clear: at least one bone had been fractured. Maybe more.

The referee asked for a submission and Paige squeaked out a sorrowful *no*

Miss Rachel

* Ms_Rachel nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders to roll Paige from her right shoulder and onto the canvas, chest first. She knew Paige had to be done. HAD to be - considering she felt the crunch of something breaking, the champion HAD TO BE finished.

But there was going to be no pinfall... she wanted to make Paige submit.

She swept around, throwing her right leg over Paige's body, so she was straddling the champion. In a squat, she pulled Paige's arms over her knees to her thighs, and then cupped her hands beneath Paige's chin.

What she had was a perfectly executed Camel Clutch, and she immediately POURED on the pressure, pulling back on Paige's wounded spine.

Paige

* Paige_Knight shook and shuddered. She knew it was academic at this point. All Rachel had to do was nudge her onto her back and pin her.

But there was no pin attempt. Instead, Paige saw a shadow looming over her. Then Rachel's legs were on each side of her. It dawned on her what was about to happen and she shook her head in despair.

*I won't beg. I won't give her the satisfaction.*

Her mid-section was squished as Rachel sat right down on her. She did not offer any resistence when Rachel trapped her arms and clamped down on her mouth. All she could do was brace herself...it did her no good.

"MMMMMMMMMPPPPH!" Paige's scream was muffled, drowned out by the groaning of her back and the horrified cries of her fans. If they could, they would have thrown in the towel for her. The sight of her flawless body being bent back was too much to bear.

* Paige_Knight caught a glimpse of herself on the big screen. Her eyes barely open, her chest nearly popping from her top, her spine looking like it was about to break into a hundred pieces...

Miss Rachel

* Ms_Rachel kept pulling on Paige's body. "SUBMIT! SUBMIT OR YOU'RE GONNA BREAK!" Rachel was screaming, her British accent easily heard.

Finally she slid a bit further back on Paige's body, so she was sitting more on the champion's rump... and then she cranked on the hold once more.

"I said SUBMIT, Paige!" The referee didn't know what to do. Should he make a judgement call and call for the bell? He looked around nervously.

Paige

* Paige_Knight was now bent back at an impossible angle, as close to an "L" shape as one could possibly go. She could see that the referee was thinking of making a difficult decision...she saved him the trouble.

"MMMMHM! MMMMHM!" Afraid that the referee wouldn't be able to understand her, Paige submitted in every manner she could remember. Her hands tapped against Rachel's thighs and her head nodded as much as it could with the big Brit pulling back on it.

* Paige_Knight didn't care about championships or winning matches or the disappointment of her friends and fans...all she cared about was being released from this hold. She kept on tapping out, her face scrunched up in humiliation. It was over. Rachel had destroyed her.

Miss Rachel

* Ms_Rachel 's face was twisted in a pained scowl as she wrenched on the Camel Clutch, so it came as a bit of a surprise, to hear the bell, and feel the referee tapping on her body, trying to pull her from Paige.

"She tapped! She tapped! It's over, Rachel! Break the hold!"

Rachel looked up at the referee and shoved Paige down into the mat. The champion was indeed destroyed, physically dominated in every way, shape and form. She had gotten absolutely no offense, bar the few elbows in her bearhug escape attempt.

"Where's my title?!?" she yelled at the referee, who quickly backed down and rushed to the attendant. He returned with the title in hand, and she snatched it from him. Returning to Paige's body, she cruelly pressed her right foot into Paige's wounded lower back and put some weight down, before raising the belt over her head.

"This... is MY championship. MINE." she mouthed to the fans. There were enough boos and shocked fans that they wouldn't have been able to hear her anyways.

 

[meepmeep]

:in love: Paige at her most beautiful..

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

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:in love: Paige at her most beautiful..

Just imagine these images interspersed with the text from the RP for maximum effect.