(Complete) Sabre vs Suyou (No DQ)

The white-haired girl whimpered as her wrists were grabbed, preventing her from hiding her face. Even then, she turned her head side-on, glancing round at Suyou as if the blondeâ€s very gaze would be harmful. Which, for Sabre, it was. Her heart sank as she realised sheâ€d been identified.
“Noo... okay, yes,” she moaned weakly. She was struggling a little in Suyouâ€s grip, but a lot of her strength seemed to have left her, and escape seemed unlikely.
“Itâ€s me... Diane... “ she admitted bitterly, voice no higher than a whisper. “The girl you... tortured... all that time ago”.
All the traces of her primeval ring character seemed to have ebbed away; she sounded quite well-spoken now. She was clearly troubled by some bad memories concerning Suyou, and still couldnâ€t bring herself to look the blonde in the eye.
“I fight as Sabre now... just give me the mask...please...” she implored desperately.

Suyou reasons for thinking Sabre was so familiar became very clear at that moment. A few years ago she and Diana had wrestled in the same league. She had been champion of course, and Diana was quickly becoming the rising star. Even though she had the title belt Diana's popularity outweighed her's, and that was something she just couldn't allow. And so one night when no one was around dhe ambushed Diana backstage and beat on her mercilessly, tieing her up and humiliating her so she would never even think of defying Suyou ever again. it seemed to work, cause she had not seen Diana ever again after that night. Until now.

Suyou slowly started to chuckle as she stared at Diana, a small chuckle at first but it quickly grew into a full blown laugh. She laughed as she held Diana, as she found the whole situation hiliarious, much to the confusion of the watching crowd.

Then the laughing abruptly stopped, and Suyou's mouth twisted into an angry snarl. "You stupid BITCH!!" she screamed, emphasizing the last word with a very strong knee blow straight to Sabre's crotch. "You think just because you're wearing a stupid mask you can walk in here and take ME on?!"

The white-haired girl cringed inwardly as Suyou laughed in her face. Diane was feeling very self-conscious without her mask, knowing that everyone could see her in her incredibly revealing cavegirl outfit. Even though she wasnâ€t expecting much mercy from Suyou she was still shocked at the blondeâ€s sudden cruelty.

“Ungh!” Diane groaned as she took the knee to her crotch, which was already sore from being targeted before. She wanted to clutch at her wounded womanhood, but Suyou still held her wrists up and apart. Reeling, she tried to find the composure to answer her attacker. She didnâ€t know if Suyou would believe the truth – that sheâ€d been so humiliated by the vicious blonde, sheâ€d withdrawn into her cavegirl character completely. Or that sheâ€d been so involved in living out that fantasy, she hadnâ€t even realised Suyou was back in the same league as her. It certainly hadn't been poor Diane's idea to pick a fight with her old tormentor...

“Please, no, itâ€s like... Iâ€m a different person in the mask...” Diane struggled to explain. “It wasnâ€t me doing it... look, just let me have it!! ”

She whined girlishly and pulled at Suyouâ€s wrists, clearly desperate for her mask back.

Suyou wasn't interested in hearing Diane's excuses. She wasn't interested in why she was here. What infuriated her was that this girl, her old punching bag, had actually threatened to defeat her in this match. The cavegirl she had been facing before had been strong and ruthless in humiliating Suyou, and Suyou refused to accept that it was this wimpy silver-haired girl that had been doing it the whole time!

When Diane tried to break freee from Suyou's grasp (which Suyou noticed was a rather weak attempt), Suyou would abruptly knee Diane in the crotch again, and then throw her to the mat afterwards.

"You want this?" Suyou asked, holding the mask up in her hand. She then smiled, though it was cold and malicious. "Then go and get it!" And then she'd toss the mask out of the ring and into the throngs of people watching this odd turn of events happen in the ring.

Poor Diane groaned again as she suffered another knee to her pussy, then was unceremoniously dumped on the floor. She pulled her head up from the canvas, only to see Suyou dangle the mask in front of her before tossing it into the rather confused crowd.

“NO!” Diane cried out in genuine anguish as her mask was thrown away, arms reaching out helplessly. The white-haired girl would scramble onto her hands and knees and begin crawling in the direction the mask was thrown. She would stop on reaching the ropes and lean through, looking in vain for any sign of her mask in the crowd.

“P-Please, can someone throw it back, I need it!” Diane implored, rather selfconciously, as she clutched at the ropes, a real damsel in distress right now. If she was looking for compassion, though, a beer-swilling wrestling crowd was probably not the best place. Her face began to flush a little in embarrassment as she felt hundreds of bemused fans looking right at her. She scanned them in vain for any sign of help, but it didnâ€t seem forthcoming.

Suyou watched with growing amusement as Sabre scrambled desperately for her lost mask. It was certainly a welcome change from her tough cavegirl persona she had thickly laid on. She would recieve no help from the crowd, especially not from Suyou's fans. After all, they were her fans becuase they loved playful domination as much as she did.

Diane made the fatal mistake of turning her back on Suyou as she pleaded for the crowd to return her mask. With a wide smirk on her features Suyou would appriach Sabre from behind, placing her thigh over the back of Sabre's head and pressing her weight down on her, effectively throttling her with the ring ropes. And with the lack of rules in this match there would be no ref to stop her.

“I - Erk!” Diane gave out a strangled gasp as she was suddenly pressed down against the ring ropes, her windpipe squashed as she was pushed down by Suyouâ€s leg. The rope across her neck dug painfully into her skin, but it was her inability to breathe that really distressed the white-haired girl. She began making panicked, guttural noises, and her body spasmed in protest, but she was held firmly in position by the weight of her bigger opponent.

Stuck with her head hanging out the ring, Diane was forced to look out at the crowd, who if anything were jeering at her predicament. No longer the uninhibited cavegirl, she cringed at the thought of them ogling her scantily-clad body. The rows and rows of faces staring at her began to blur, though, as lack of oxygen hit her brain. Her lungs were aching and she felt more and more woozy as the throttle continued. She tried to resist, legs flailing helplessly, but made little progress, and ended up looking rather pitiful. Even her tongue was starting to loll.

God, this was gruelling! She realised with dismay that no-one would help her out in this no rules match. Getting desperate, she brought her hands up to the rope at her neck and tried to pull it away from her, searching for a little reprieve from the choke as she began to feel dangerously dizzy.

The fact that the crowd now had an up close and personal view of Diane's strangulation was not lost on Suyou. In fact she relished in it. She rocked her body atop of Diane's, one second pushing her deeper into the ropes, the next given her about a second worth of oxygen beforew she was cruely pushed back into the ropes again. Suyou wore a cruel smirk on her face as she did this. Ah, how this brought back memories...

The blond leaned down to whisper into Diane's ear as she was being painfully choked. "You know, for a moment there I thought you were actually going to beat me," she whispered, her lips curled into a smile. "But then the mask came off and look who it was. Diane Cavindish." There was a small amused giggle in-between Suyou's talking. "I never in a million years would have expected to see you here. But I'm glad. Oh so glad." SHe would then playfully nibble on Diane's ear. then pull back to whisper, "Because now we can take up where we left off."

With that said Suyou would unexpectedly release Diane from the rope choke, giving her some much needed air. Unfortunately it was only to apply another brutal manuever. With Sabre's back still facing her, Suyou would wrap her strong arms around the woman's waist. And then with a mighty heave the blond would throw Sabre into the ring center with a powerful german suplex.

Dianeâ€s pretty features were contorted in anguish as she was strangled on the ropes, Suyou cruelly extending the punishment, easing the pressure on her windpipe only to clamp it back again. Each time she suffered this cycle she gurgled and sputtered miserably. It felt like this torment was dragging on for an eternity!

Her eyes were unfocused, and a hot flush of embarrassment and panic coloured her face. Dazed as she as, Diane still felt a sickeningly cold shudder as Suyou nibbled on her ear and teased her about being tortured. Like she was the big blondeâ€s personal plaything all over again. It seemed as if her worst nightmares were coming true, and it filled Diane with dread.

As she was contemplating these threats, Suyou suddenly eased off. The throttled girl moaned in relief, leaning back to take in rasping breaths of much-needed air. A red welt across her neck showed just how vicious the prolonged choking had been.

The reeling Diane started to look almost grateful for the reprieve, when muscular arms enveloped her from behind. In a blur of motion she was heaved up and slammed heavily onto her back. The ring trembled at the force of the impact from these two strong wrestlers, the crash sapping even more fight from Dianeâ€s fatigued body. Earlier in the fight it had been her dishing out the power moves, but this bout was clearly going the other way now.

She groaned at the mighty impact, shoulders smashing against the mat and her trailing legs flopping up around her head. She was stuck with her ass in the air for several stupid-looking seconds, before crumpling to the canvas in an ungainly heap. Poor Diane was simply numb with pain and terror, totally overwhelmed for the moment.

Suyou sprung to her feet after the sucessful throw, raising her arms and strutting her stuff for the fans as she basked in the the cheers around her. It was a surprising turn of events. Just minutes ago Sabre had been completely dominating Suyou in this match, amking it looks like childs play. But now Suyou was taking the time to brag to her fans, because now she was facing Diane Cavindish.

After some rather unsportsman-like posing for the crowd Suyou turned her attetnions back to her white-haired foe. Smirking at Diane's predicament, Suyou would immediately move to capatalize on her weak position. SHe move Diane until she lay on her front, and then drop her butt, none too gently right onto Diane's back. If she managed that she'd then grab the girl's arms and drape them over her thighs. SHe'd then grab her chin and roughly pull back on it for a painful camel clutch submission.

Of course Suyou's cruelty wouldn't stop there, and with Diane in the camel clutch Suyou would slip her hands over her mouth as well, covering it completely. With this Diane would be unable to give a verbal submission, and with her arms trapped there would be no tapping the mat either.