Original Wrestling Fiction - Rina Hartling vs. The Duchess of Doom (with art!) (1 Viewer)

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Rina Hartling suffers her most devastating defeat yet at the hands of a far more experienced and extraordinarily cruel wrestler. A four-part series.

Art by ColorVirus.​

Rina Hartling vs. The Duchess of Doom​

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Rina wasn’t scheduled wrestle that night, so she was thrilled when she heard a spot had opened up on the booking schedule.

The always excitable brunette politely pushed her way through the crowd of wrestlers milling about the sign-up sheet, some of them discussing strategy for their upcoming matchups, some grumbling about having to wrestle low-level opponents or their placement on the card. None of that mattered to Rina, who was just hoping to get a match against someone. Anyone!

“Who’s left? Am I too late? Excuse me, pardon me… just need to get-oh, does someone have a pen? Or pencil? Help a girl out, eh?”

A marker was shoved into Rina’s hand and she hastily marked her name down in the one remaining empty spot, which to her surprise was right at the top of the sheet.

“Whoa! Main event spot? Someone must have dropped out. Hope nobody minds that I’m taking it.”

Rina’s question was met with a mixture stunned faces and amused chuckles. What she didn’t know was that the wrestler she would be replacing had conveniently “called in sick” when they learned who the other half of the main event was. It was a feared wrestler, a former legend that Rina wasn’t too familiar with as she was still new to the area and fairly new to the business in general. But a cursory read of the room made it obvious that it was not a woman anyone was in a hurry to step into the ring with.

“She’s gonna kill her,” one wrestler said.

“Massacre,” another chimed in. “Pure massacre.”

“RIP Rina,” said another.

As she often did in these awkward situations, Rina responded with a winning smile and a sheepish rubbing of her neck, unsure of what exactly she’d gotten herself into. She figured it was a good idea to ask at least one question.

“So who’s the ‘Duchess of Doom?’”

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Broken​

“Is that all you’ve got? Embarrassing,” the Duchess taunted.

The veteran wrestler was right. This was getting embarrassing for Rina. The plucky Canadian had struggled to muster up any significant offence and it looked like her failed attacks had taken more out of her than it had the Duchess! As Rina gathered herself, fans could see her pretty muscles straining just to get her arms back up into a fighting posture, her gorgeous strands of hair already beginning to stray.

“There’s plenty more… nff… where that came from,” Rina replied softly.

Rina’s attempts to lift the Duchess only left her feeling drained, so she had to be careful with her next move. The crowd smelled blood and they were just waiting for Rina to make the mistake that would turn her into the Duchess’ ragdoll. She couldn’t stop imagining all of the worst-case scenarios: The Duchess plucking her out of mid-air and slamming her into the canvas. Or countering a strike by tripping Rina to the mat and tying her up in a nasty submission. Or just doing what she’d been doing all match, shrugging off Rina’s attacks and leaving her demoralized.

The jobber’s overthinking proved costly as the Duchess decided to take matters into her own hands. She took two imposing strides forward, immediately causing the space around Rina to shrink. Before Rina could dodge out of the way, the Duchess had snatched one of her wrists to keep her from moving.

*WHAP*

A hard slap cracked Rina across the face, almost more like a punch than an open-handed blow. The Duchess sharply swung her arm back in the same direction, connecting with a backhand to Rina’s cheek that almost knocked her right off of her feet. With a chuckle, she slapped Rina one more time, the impact traveling all the way down Rina’s body and making her toes shiver inside her boots.

Dumb and dizzy, Rina did nothing to stop the Duchess from scooping her up around the waist with one arm and holding her horizontal to the mat. The heel walked around the ring with Rina in tow, building anticipation for one of her signature moves, one that few opponents recovered from: the backbreaker.

“NNNYYYAAAAAHHH!” the athletic babe howled the Duchess dropped her spine across her knee with chilling precision and devastating force. Her execution of the simple, but cruel maneuver was well-regarded and for good reason as Rina discovered. Every inch of her body seized up, the pain so overwhelming she thought she might pass out right then and there; but no, any numbness she felt was replaced by a dull ache as her body remained bent out of shape for a few seconds that felt like minutes.

The Duchess shoved Rina off of her knee, sending the Canadian tumbling to the mat. Rina’s spine was aflame and she arched her back dramatically in an attempt to alleviate some of the tension. Her chest and crotch shot up as she balanced on her upper back and tip-toes. She eventually came to a rest on her side, her hand moving to massage herself.

*Damn… that… that really friggin’ hurt… I have to get up… I… GAAAH!*

Rina had begun to push herself up onto her elbows, her butt sliding along the mat, but her attempt to rise was snuffed out by the Duchess planting a heavy boot on her neck. She pushed down, causing Rina to gag and cough and her legs to kick helplessly. Rina pushed against the Duchess’ boot, but couldn’t move it an inch.

“You stay right there, pretty jobber. Your destruction is just beginning.”

 

[Knocks455]

Yes. Love where this is going. Need to see Rina back destroyed.

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Part 2.

Exposed​

The Duchess had a reputation for playing with her food.

That was especially true when she was given a delicious morsel like Rina to sink her teeth into. Less than 10 minutes of match time had passed and the Canadian jobber had already been ground down into a fine paste, seemingly susceptible to be pinned whenever the dominant Duchess wanted to do so.

But what was the hurry? The backbreaker had left Rina in a heap and every follow-up attack just wore her down even more. Whether Rina was being stomped in the corner, slammed in the centre of the ring, or just being sat on by the bigger heel, she showed no signs of a comeback.

One particularly nasty surfboard stretch had Rina wailing and the unsympathetic crowd ogling her young, nubile body. That gave the Duchess her next idea. If Rina wasn’t going to quit, then the Duchess might as well give the people what they want… and what she believed Rina wanted to give them.

Rina was sent running to the ropes and when she rebounded off of them, the Duchess was there to meet her with a knee to the ribs that sent Rina flipping head over heels. As she clutched at her screaming torso muscles, the Duchess took a seat behind her and began to apply her next hold. She captured Rina’s right arm under her left, bending it back and bringing their bodies close together, then she showed her surprising flexibility by throwing her leg over Rina’s left shoulder. The Duchess’ boot stamped down onto the mat and Rina found her whole left side trapped.

Right away, the abdominal stretch worked its magic and Rina shouted from the intense strain on the taut belly that she was so proud of. But that wasn’t the main purpose of this attack. The Duchess completed the move by taking a hold of the top of Rina’s right boot and tugging on the fabric to force it in one direction and really spread Rina’s legs. Rina now felt overwhelmingly exposed as the sweat-stained spandex of her leotard hugged her crotch.

(art by ColorVirus)​

*Oh…on no… everyone is staring. I can’t get free!*

The pain she was experiencing was secondary to the humiliation of being so brazenly shown off like this. Rina had always thought of her gear as being relatively conservative compared to the other bikini-clad and thong-wearing wrestlers that typically paraded around the ring, but right now, the Duchess was making sure that the thirsty eyes in the crowd could drink up every ounce of Rina’s sex appeal, whether she wanted to be seen that way or not.

“They told me you wanted to put on a show, Rina. Well, I think everyone LOVES what you’re showing…” the Duchess cruelly taunted.

The more Rina struggled, the more her soft parts shook and her leotard wedged between her legs. She tried not to think about the more perverted fans who might be getting off on this, but the incessant camera flashes sent a clear message: She’d failed to convince them that she was to be appreciated for her wrestling ability. Now there was only one thing they wanted from her.

“No! Stop!! L-L-Let me go!! This isn’t what I meant!!”

The Duchess kept Rina stretched and spread, making sure that everyone got a good look at the pathetic jobber at her mercy. She’d finish her eventually. Eventually. This was the most fun she’d had in ages.

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Part 3.

Helpless​

A flimsy groan escaped Rina’s lips as she was squeezed in a reverse bearhug. The Duchess was grinding her into a fine powder now, threatening to shatter her bones and pump the air from her lungs. The hold kept Rina’s arms trapped at her sides, so she couldn’t even try to pry herself out. All she could do was endure.

“Alright dummy, this is your chance. Just tell the nice referee here that you give up. Get it?”

As much fun as the Duchess was having tormenting Rina, she also wanted to put an exclamation point on her dominant performance by wrenching a submission from the resilient jobber. Rina had already lasted much longer than expected.

“Stubborn thing, huh? Well, don’t say I didn’t try and do ya any favours. Maybe this one then.”

The Duchess loosened the hug and let Rina slide down onto her knees. She held Rina’s hair, shaking her slightly, letting everyone know just how powerless Rina was. She circled around so that she was towering over the front of her prey. The Duchess raised one hand skyward, building anticipation, then clamped five furious fingers down onto Rina’s face.

It was a classic iron claw and the way the Duchess had it locked in, one could believe that she might actually crush Rina’s head like a grape. For Rina, it was like her head was stuck in a vise that was perfectly designed to compress her skull down a couple of hat sizes.

“Mnnnnngggggf… nnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhh…” Rina muttered, seemingly responding to the referee asking if she wanted to submit.

Initially, Rina’s hands scratched at the Duchess’ wrists, but it only took a few seconds in the claw for her arms to go limp at her sides. Veins popped in the Duchess’ biceps and triceps as she ramped up the pressure, causing Rina to spasm. Rina swayed on her knees, held up only by her destroyer’s unrelenting grip.

This went on for another minute. Still, Rina wouldn’t submit and she continued to respond intelligently enough for the referee to allow the beating to continue. The Duchess angrily released the claw as she felt her grip waning.

“The hell is the matter with you, Rina? You can’t win. This is over. Stop wasting everyone’s time and just quit. You know you want to.”

“No… I won’t give up… not to someone like you. Never to you.”

Rina’s defiance was shocking and, to some, almost comical. It wasn’t a laughing matter for the Duchess. She’d given Rina a devastating backbreaker to start off this sequence of total annihilation and if she had to, she would break Rina’s back for good.

“I got just the thing for ya. A Canadian backbreaker for a Canadian loser.”

(art by ColorVirus)​

Reaching down and wrapping her arms around Rina’s waist, the Duchess lifted the girl up with a powerful heave, turning her upside down and locking her into the elevated backbreaker. Even those enjoying the pounding that Rina was taking had to gasp at the sight of her suddenly being snapped across the Duchess’ titanic shoulder.

Immediately, horrific crunching and cracking sounds could be heard coming from Rina’s spinal column. She had a strong body in her own right, but compared to the Duchess, she looked like a training dummy that had been run over by a 16-wheeler. It was terrifying how limp she was, her only movements coming from the Duchess bouncing her up and down.

“Give up, Rina?” the referee asked, genuinely concerned for Rina’s safety. “Give up?!?”

The words made it to Rina’s brain, but nothing was processing. Everything was just red and black spots. Utter defeat. She wasn’t even blinking, her eyes wide open in shock. Gravity took hold of her limbs drawing them sadly towards the mat, her shapely legs hanging behind the Duchess, her arms swaying lifelessly in front. This Canadian backbreaker was pure punishment.

“G… guuhh…”

Could she even submit if she wanted to? Whether through ignorance or persistence, she hung on. And that meant the worst was still to come.

 

[TheCrimsonRisk]

Part 4.

Finished​

As it turned out, the Duchess couldn’t have asked for a more perfect opponent.

So many had fallen swiftly at her feet over the years, begging and pleading for mercy with hardly a fight, that she’d almost forgotten what it was like to truly relish a jobber’s defeat. Rina had taken everything she could dish out and the Duchess made sure to savour her agonized reactions. She deserved a proper end.

The Duchess stared down at the fallen Rina, just watching her breathe as she lay facedown on the canvas. Rina had somehow survived the Canadian backbreaker, but there was nothing left. She looked flat. Weak. Diminished.

A nudge from the Duchess’ boot barely drew any sort of movement from Rina, who simply groaned and shifted her limbs slightly before going still again. The Duchess grabbed the back of Rina’s leotard and tugged to prompt her to rise, but all it did was give Rina a slight wedgie. If she was to move, it wouldn’t be under her own power.

“OK, Rina. Now you get the honour of experiencing my most potent move: The Duchess Clutch.

“You will remember this in your nightmares.”

The Duchess turned Rina over to get access to her ankles, pulling them up to straighten Rina’s legs. She stepped over the inside of one of them to wrap it around her own, then snatched the other and crossed them into what looked like the setup for a Scorpion Deathlock. However, the fans knew that the Duchess had something far more wicked in mind and they were buzzing in anticipation of seeing her infamous finishing hold.

Rina stirred slightly as she was turned over, her legs twisted and stuck in place as her boots pressed against the Duchess’ thigh and midsection. With the bottom half secure, the Duchess’ hands were free to reach forward and go to work on Rina’s upper body.

First, she brought one of Rina’s arms back, looping it over her bicep to keep it in place. Then, both hands clasped around Rina’s chin. It was at this moment that the battered jobber began to panic.

“Wh… what’s… nnnnnh… what are you doing…mmmmppph…”

The Duchess tightened the chinlock, reducing Rina’s protests to a whimper. That whimper turned into a desperate moan as the Duchess pulled back to elevate Rina from the mat and complete her signature submission. In a hellish flash, every part of Rina’s body exploded with pain.

(art by ColorVirus)
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“AAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH”

At first, Rina couldn’t even comprehend what was happening. There were no words, no concept that her mind could think of to encompass the absurd torture she was being put through. Her spine was crumbling like a creaky bridge. A thousand tiny gremlins drove daggers into her abs. The ligaments in her knees were being torn apart by wolves’ teeth.

The heinous heel made sure that Rina experienced the Duchess Clutch in full. She gleefully pulled back on Rina’s neck, causing all of the pressure to focus on that already wounded area. Rina responded with an embarrassing gurgle, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head before returning to visibility so everyone watching could see that they were absent of hope.

It wasn’t long before Rina tapped. She prided herself on her ability to endure even the worst holds, but her body went into self-preservation mode and offered a flailing tap-out against the Duchess’ arm.

“Uhhhgggvvvvuuuuuh…” Rina mumbled as she attempted to double down with a verbal submission.

The attentive referee had been waiting for the slightest signal to stop the match, so Rina’s pleas were noticed immediately. He called for the bell, which could barely be heard over the savage roar that filled the venue. The Duchess noticed the referee’s call and the dinging of the bell. She didn’t care.

Not only did she keep The Duchess Clutch locked in, her muscles visibly bulged as she poured it on even more.

DING DING DING

Rina tapped over and over again to no avail. She reached up with her one free limb and pulled at the Duchess’ hands, but she needed the jaws of life to even have a chance of loosening that grip. All her sad attempt to escape did was emphasize her predicament.

*tap tap tap*

DING DING DING

“You think I care if you tap out?!” The Duchess said, almost salivating. “Beg me to let go, jobber!”

It was an immensely difficult hold to maintain, as strenuous on the Duchess as it was painful for her victim. She’d never held someone in it for this long, but Rina’s suffering filled her with sadistic stamina. *I’m never letting this one go.* she thought to herself.

DING DING DING

“I give! I give! I submit! Please!! Let me go, pleeease!!”

The gorgeous Canadian’s body remained contorted in that horrible position, the bell ceaselessly ringing.

DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING …………..

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