(Complete) Sabre vs Suyou (No DQ)

Diane was badly dazed and unable to offer any kind of resistance as Suyou flipped her onto her front. All she could do was groggily wonder why her opponent wasnâ€t going for the pin-count, as the big blonde sat down heavily on her back.

The downed girl soon realised that she was just being set up for more torture. She felt her fatigued body being arranged for a camel clutch, arms pulled back behind Suyouâ€s legs, and her chin grabbed by her opponentâ€s hands. Poor Diane knew what was coming next.

“Oh, no, donâ€t... UGHH!” Diane grimaced in pain as her head was pulled roughly backwards, stressing her spine.

“Aghh.. I ... mmpphhh...” Her agonised groans were cut short as Suyou clamped her hands over her mouth. This didnâ€t loosen the blondeâ€s grip on Dianeâ€s chin any, with Suyou still able to rock back and channel her strength into the hold. Beneath her, Diane quivered in absolute agony as her body was bent. Her limbs spasmed but she was firmly trapped in the bigger girlâ€s grip, unable to move an inch. She could do nothing but lie there and take the punishment, the pain in her battered body escalating with each passing second. It felt like she would snap in two!

As Suyou continued to apply the hold, it eventually became unbearable, Diane hitting the point where she would have rather tapped out than carry on suffering. But to her dismay, her sadistic foe had trapped her so that submission was, for now, impossible. Wracked with pain, Diane emitted feeble, muffled whimpers, screwing her eyes shut in a futile attempt to cope. She wondered if she would actually pass out from the pain, though she was a physically tough girl with a lot of stamina. Even if the prolonged torture was making her mentally very weak and dizzy.

With a relatively simple submission hold Suyou had Diane trapped in a virtual prison of pain, not giving her any means of escape in the least. No spoken submission or tapout would get her out of this predicament. And Suyou loved every minute of it.

"I'm going to enjoy this so much," Suyou whispered snidely into Diane's ear again. "YOu must have worked hard to maintain that persona of yours. Hell, even I didn't know who you really were until that stupid mask came off. Well done, Diane. Very well done." She would then crank back on Diane's chin until she was forced to look directly up at the cieling, folding her up like a beachchair, still keeping her mouth covered so she couldn't voice her submission. Like this Suyou could look down at Diane with a devious smirk.

"But playtime's over now, Diane," Suyou would sneer down at her poor captive. "Welcome back to my world."

Diane felt a fresh jolt of sickening pain as Suyou pulled her back even further, forcing her to emit a muffled, anguished grunt. Her torso was now bent practically upright, giving a clear view of her scantily-clad breasts. As her face was twisted up towards the ceiling the dazzling arena lights shone straight into her eyes, disorienting her even further. She felt completely helpless in the bigger girlâ€s grip – even before Suyou started teasing her about the torture to come.

On top of the pain, fear started to gnaw at Diane when she realised how much pleasure Suyou was going to take from punishing her. She knew all too well that Suyou could be a heartless bitch, but her callous threats suggested she was planning some extreme sadism. The white-haired wrestler had come so close to beating Suyou, but it seemed like that had just riled the blonde even more.

This was especially hard for Diane to take, as she viewed her ‘cavegirl†persona completely separate from her own. It felt like she was being punished for someone elseâ€s actions! Why was Suyou being so cruel to her when she was completely innocent? The unfairness of the situation added to her distress and made the agony that much harder to bear.

Diane was being driven almost out of her mind with the pain now. If only she could explain how she didnâ€t deserve this! It was Sabre...
Thinking about her alter-ego instilled a little of that feral survival instinct into the otherwise submissive Diane. She would try and open her smothered lips enough to nip at her attackerâ€s palm with her teeth, though it was tricky to get enough leverage as Suyouâ€s hands were firmly clamped against her face.

"Ouch!" Suyou yelped when Diane suddenly bit down on her hand. It didn't hurt as much as it surprised her. How dare Diane have the gall to pull something like that!

"I hope you got a kick out of that," Suyou growled to her poor victim. "Because you just sealed your fate!" With that last statement Suyou would then mercifully release the torturous camel clutch, letting her victim flop back to the mat beneath her.

"Teach you to bite me, you little slut," Suyou muttered darkly as she got back up, sending a harsh kick to Diane's side for good measure before she'd reach down and grab for her white hair. Grabbing a handful of it Suyou would drag Diane to her feet, and then lift her off the mat completely across her chest. She would then abruptly drop the woman down across her outstretched knee spine-first for a brutal backbreaker.

Diane gave deep moan as she was finally released from the submission hold. Dizzy and weak from the pain, she slumped forwards straight onto the canvas, like every ounce of strength had been sapped from her muscles. Her emotional groan was mainly relief, but her spine was on fire and there was apprehension as to what the big blonde would do now. Despite her brief show of defiance, the dishevelled Diane had had the fight drained out of her, and winced at the thought of what she would be put through next.

The difference in the two wrestlers†conditions was apparent when Suyou hoisted the hapless Diane up into the air, holding her effortlessly against her. The groggy victim could only whimper at this cruel pause, before she was slammed down onto Suyouâ€s upturned knee.

Where Dianeâ€s spine had been slowly tortured through the prolonged camel clutch, now it suffered a hard and brutal explosion of pain. The victimâ€s face contorted in shock, stunned by the impact. She was in too much pain to cry out, instead making an anguished gargle as she crashed into Suyouâ€s knee. The spectacular power move, targeted at her tenderised back, hadnâ€t just hurt her – it had all but annihilated her. Diane lay dazed and speechless, unable to move, and completely at the other girlâ€s mercy.

After that brutal move that had several people in the front row wincing in sympathy for poor Diane Suyou would simply roll the near limp womanm off her knee, then stand to her full height. towering above her conquered foe. Suyou always loved the feeling of standing above a beaten opponant, relishing in her conquest. But Suyou wasn't done yet. Oh no. Someone like Diane deserved a special touch.

Smirking, the blond would reach down and grab the woman by the arm, dragging her to her feet once again, If she managed that she would Irish whip Diane straight into the corner where Suyou had stashed her duffle bag.

Once she did that Suyou would hunker down like a bull about to charge a matador, and then the big blond would take off running straight for Diane, attempting a mighty shoulder slam straight into the woman's midsection.

The hopelessly groggy Diane gave a pained whimper as she was dragged to her feet. She badly wanted to lie down, to rest... but Suyou was having none of it. The white-haired girl was pretty oblivious as she was whipped across the ring, crashing spine-first into the turnbuckle. She gave an anguished grunt as her battered back was hurt yet again, and slumped helplessly against the corner, limbs splayed across the ropes. Weak with pain, Diane was actually glad of being able to lean against the ringpost a little while, and not having to support her own weight.

This brief reprieve was spoiled when she lifted her head, and saw Suyou charging straight at her. It seemed like payback for Sabreâ€s earlier ‘beast chargeâ€... and Diane knew the damage it could do.

“Oh god, please, no...” she mumbled with dread. She could do little else to defend herself, not even having the strength to move her arms and protect her torso.
“HUNNGGGHHH!” Diane gave a deep, anguished gasp as the full weight of the big blonde crashed into her unprotected midsection. The air was smashed from her lungs, and pain shot through her tender spine as it was slammed into the turnbuckle by the force of the move. Again, the ring was rocked. These successive, heavy impact blows were utterly destroying Diane, the pain and fatigue all too visible on her grimacing face.

Reeling badly, Diane lost all co-ordination and crashed down onto her ass in the corner, head lolling as she gasped weakly, a rather pitiful sight now. She knew she couldnâ€t take much more of this – but just when would it end?

After that rather cruely unecassary spear to Diane in the corner Suyou rose truimphantly as she stood over Diance, sneering down at her with an amused smirk. She would be lying if she said she didn't perform that move as revenge for Diane's earlier 'Beast Charge'. SHe knew how much that had hurt and she wanted Diane to feel a bit of that pain as well. With her opponant now slumped on her ass in the turnbuckle many were wondering if she was going to perform a stinkface for further revenge against Diane and further humiliation.

But the fans wonders were put to rest when Suyou would suddenly latch her hand around Diane's throat. "No, no, no," Suyou chcukled, and would use the grip on Diane's throat to lift her to her feet again, and then throw her against the turnbuckle to keep her propped against it. Suyou had something else in mind, something that was no less humiliating or painful. "Now stay right there for a while," Suyou said with a wink, right before she would send one power-filled punch straight to Diane's stomach.

If she managed that Suyuo would then kneel down to grab the duffel bag she had brought with her, unzipping it to real the contents inside. What was inside was a dominatrix's treasure trove. The bag was full of vibrators, handcuffs, whips, gags and all sorts of other nefarious tools. "Now," SUyou said, reaching into her bag and would draw out a rather nasty looking riding crop, twirling it between her hands as she stood to face Diane again. "What can I do with this....."

Several brutal hits had severely weakened Diane and she looked like she was struggling to keep it together. She could do nothing but give a strangled gasp as she felt a hand on her throat, lifting her up to her feet and dumping her onto the turnbuckle. The punch to her soft stomach utterly drained her of any residual strength, forcing out an anguished groan. The white-haired girlâ€s pain-wracked body couldnâ€t even support its own weight right now, so she just slumped against the metal post, clutching the ropes, defenceless and fearing whatever would come next.

She was given some idea when she heard the zip of the duffel bag opening, and caught a glimpse of the S&M gear inside. As Suyou began to wield the riding crop, her eyes widened and a sickening stab of fear hit her stomach. It brought back bad memories for Diane, reminding her of the time sheâ€d been ambushed by the big blonde and subjected to an excruciating, all-night torture session. Poor Diane whimpered meekly – she couldnâ€t cope with the prospect of suffering anything remotely like that again.
“No...” she pleaded, swallowing hard. Even that slight movement seemed to hurt her aching body. “Donâ€t.... you can win without that... please...”

Suyou relished the look of fear that washed over Diane's face at the sight of the riding crop. Ah, such sweet memories thyat brought back. Back when she had first taken care of poor Diane, subjecting her to many smiliar tortures that she was about to inflict upon her tonight. "I can win anytime I feel like it," Suyou chuckled humourlessly, continuing to twirl the weapon in her hands. "This is just to make the experience all the more enjoyable for me, and all these people watching. You want to give them a show, don't you?"

Then like a flash of lightning Suyou would use the crop to strike Diane across her right cheek, then swiftly bring it back to strike her across her left. "After all, we're entertainers, aren't we? Why else would you where that ridiculous mask?" Suyou giggled. She'd then place the crop underneath Diane's chin, using it to gently push Diane's head up to look into Suyou's merciless blue eyes. "Beg me for mercy...."