TheCrimsonRisk
Ryonani Teamster
- Joined
- Jun 10, 2010
I was inspired to write some wrestling fiction after kained posted his AJ Lee story. If you need some background, Daniel Bryan recently lost the World Heavyweight Championship to Sheamus in 18 seconds at Wrestlemania. He then broke up with AJ on the following week's episode of Smackdown! I was thinking that this story could exist in the same universe as kained's, but I'm not sure what he's planning to to do next (I look forward to whatever it is). It's up to date with the most recent television happenings, but feel free to contextualize it however you like.
Layla - The Submission Session
It wasn't like William Regal to be late. He had told Layla to be at the gym at 10 PM sharp and when he said "sharp" he meant it. A clock on the wall read 10:12. Where could he be?
A knee injury had sidelined her for months and she was itching to get back in the ring. Regal had been one of her most dedicated trainers, pushing her through grueling rehabilitation exercises and drilling her over and over again to help prepare her for her comeback. She was actually dreading the evening's session as Regal had told her that they needed to work on submissions. One of her biggest concerns was getting used to the punishment that her opponents could dish out and while she trusted her fellow Briton, she wasn't looking forward to going through his extensive knowledge of holds.
In anticipation of her return, Layla had gone shopping. While she'd always had sexy attire, she decided that it was time to simplify things and show that she was more about substance than style. She wore a silver-gray one piece swimsuit. It was cut high on the thighs, but didn't reveal too much of her backside. The top also didn't show any cleavage, only opening up around the neck. While it lacked exposure, it clung tightly to her body accentuating her fantastic curves. She added matching fingerless gloves and thigh high leggings made from spandex. The gloves ran to her elbows and the leggings ran all the way down to her feet. It looked like she had no foot protection, but she actually had thin slippers on underneath. It was a streamlined look that accentuated her beauty without sacrificing mobility. Regal probably wouldn't be too happy about her choice of wardrobe, but she needed to get used to moving in her new clothes and she figured he could use a thrill anyway.
As she lay in the middle of the ring finishing her stretches, she heard the gym doors open. "William?"
Into the gym walked the former World Heavyweight Champion, Daniel Bryan. He had a huge smile on his face.
"Layla! How ya doin'?" Grinning from ear to ear, Daniel jogged over and slid into the ring. "You look great!"
Layla was confused, but polite. "Daniel, hi! I'm alright, thanks. What are you doing here so late? I thought all the boys were heading to the next town already."
"Oh, I decided to ride with a friend of mine instead. Besides, I ran into Regal a couple of hours ago and he asked me for a favour."
"Don't tell me..."
Daniel put his hand on her shoulder. "Something came up with his family and he had to fly back to England. He told me that you guys had an important training session today and wanted to know if I was free to help. Of course I said yes, I owe that guy everything." Long before he came to the WWE, Daniel was a star pupil of William Regal and many credited his success to the lessons he learned from Regal. A lot of people said he'd changed since reaching the main event, but Layla couldn't tell.
"I hope everything is alright." Layla said, looking concerned. Her thoughts went to her teacher and for a moment she forgot what she was doing.
"So...about that training..."
Layla snapped out of her stupor. "Ah, yes, of course. Only if you're up for it, I don't want to impose." It wasn't every day that one got to train with a former world champion and she didn't want to sound overeager.
Another sly smile appeared on Daniel's face. "It's no trouble at all." He went over to his bag to get powder for his hands. They were the only two people in the gym and Layla decided to make conversation. "I was sorry to see you lose the title," Layla said. She was doing some more stretches with her back to him and didn't notice as he winced at her words.
"These...these things happen, you know?"
Layla sensed that she may have offended him. "I'm sure you'll get another crack at it. So...how's AJ doing?"
Daniel clapped his hands together, seemingly oblivious to the question. Powder filled the air as he approached her. "You ready to get started?"
"Sure. Listen, I was watching some Japanese wrestling the other day and there was this leg lock I wanted to try..."
Daniel cut her off. "Ha ha, okay. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. What you need is to just sit down on the mat right here."
Still feeling somewhat bad about bringing up his title loss, Layla complied. Daniel sat behind her and snaked his arms under hers, locking his hands behind her head in a full nelson. "We'll start off with something simple. Ready?"
"Ready."
Layla felt his hands press against the back of her head, pushing her neck at an awkward angle. She could tell that Daniel was a Regal-trained student as he kept a firm, but controlled grip. He gradually pressed harder causing her to lean towards the mat. "You thinking of quitting yet?" he asked.
"Not even close."
"Just what I wanted to hear." Daniel released the pressure for a moment, leaning back and pulling her over top of him. He wrapped his legs around her waist and started to compress her mid-section while cranking up the pressure on the full nelson again. Again, Regal's training was evident. Layla immediately felt her abdominal muscles straining. As he cinched in the hold, her spandex clad form was on full display. She tried to free her arms to no avail. She kicked her legs out trying to throw him off balance, but he kept his hooks in and stretched her even more. It was a basic hold and its effectiveness frustrated the British bombshell. Gritting her teeth, Layla decided to swallow her pride. She tapped her hand against Daniel's wrist, signalling her submission. He released her immediately.
"Come on, Layla, that wasn't even a minute," Daniel said. "How are you going to get back in there with Beth Phoenix or Eve if you can't take a little pain?" He tussled her hair as she lay on the mat, rubbing her sides. Even though he was being playful, his comments were more than a little annoying. She pushed herself onto her knees and took a deep breath in anticipation of the next hold.
Layla's arm was pulled behind her and locked in the crux of Daniel's elbow. With his free hand, he grabbed her jaw and jerked it to one side, away from her other arm. Pain shot through her shoulder, mouth and neck. The crossface chickenwing was excruciating. She grunted as Daniel's fingers dug into the side of her face. It was locked in tightly and trying to maneuver her arm only made things more uncomfortable. After almost a minute in the hold, Daniel adjusted his grip and joined his hands together. Her neck was forcefully turned in the opposite direction. The back of his knuckles and wrists were pressed against her face, roughly squeezing her cheek and lips. Her grunts became louder and more frequent. A sadistic look was forming on Daniel's face, but she couldn't see it as her eyes were shut in agony.
"I give, I give!" Her hand was tapping frantically against the mat as she was worried that he couldn't hear her muffled submission. Daniel gave another vicious twist and it felt like her shoulder was about to snap. She tried to cry out, but her all that came out was a moan. Had he not heard her? She tapped again, this time against his thigh. Daniel pulled back on the hold one more time and if felt like her head might do a full 180 degree turn. "Daniel, stop..." she tried to say. The former champion finally let go and she collapsed, sobbing.
Daniel put his hands over his mouth, a contrite look on his face. "Oh my goodness, Layla, I'm so sorry! I didn't hear you at all. I must have gotten caught up in the training. Are you okay?" Layla didn't look at him. She ran her smooth gloves over her neck and shoulder while holding back tears. She didn't want to show weakness. "It's just that Regal used to push me so hard," Daniel continued. "I know how hard he works with you and I didn't want to let either of you down. Please forgive me." He gently held her wrist and started to help her up. Layla thought about how her sessions with Regal were intense, but never that intense. She was hurting badly. Maybe she just had to get used to Daniel's style.
She forced a weak smile. "It's okay. Let's just take it easy for a minute, alright? You know I had that knee injury and I can't risk damaging anything else right now."
"That's right, your knee. I almost forgot. Do you think that's something your opponents are going to take advantage of?"
Layla was standing upright now, holding onto Daniel for support. "I hope not, but there are some vicious people out there."
"There certainly are." Before she knew what was happening, Daniel suddenly dropped to the mat. He did a quick spin, whipping his boot into the back of her damaged knee sweeping her onto her butt. As she fell back, she felt nothing for a moment...then there was a searing pain in her leg.
"Aaaaaarrrgh!" As Layla lay clutching her knee, a familiar sensation came back to her. This is how it felt when the injury first occurred. "Daniel! What the hell are you doing?" There was no response as he kicked her in the small of her back causing her to roll onto her stomach. He elevated her leg off of the mat. Placing his foot against the back of the kneecap, he stomped down hard smashing it against the canvas. She let out a piercing scream and immediately balled up protecting her knee. Daniel was unresponsive to her questions. With a firm grip on her leggings, he bent the appendage across the back of his neck. "Don't...don't..." Layla begged.
Daniel quickly stood up, lifting her off the mat by her wounded knee. "This is called a stretch muffler," he told her. It was a torture rack hold that targeted only her leg. Daniel wasn't tall, but Layla was one of the shortest divas in the company and the height difference was more than enough to have her desperately reaching for the mat. She could feel the ligaments in her knee starting to tear as she dangled from his shoulders helplessly. Her other leg kicked ineffectually. In her glistening swimsuit, she made for a fine trophy.
"I'm going to let you in on a little secret, Layla." His words barely registered as all she could think of was her aching joints. "I HATE William Regal. I've hated him ever since I met him. I hated every day, every month, every year that I had to work with him. He thinks that he helped make me the best, but all he did was slow me down." Daniel bent his knees lowering Layla close to the ground before shooting up again, sending shockwaves through her leg. "I always knew that I would make it to the WWE and I hoped that old bastard would be long gone before I did. But no, I finally make it to the top and that arrogant prick thinks he can take credit for it. I'm the BEST in the world!" He began to violently shake his upper body and Layla was sure that her leg was about to be ripped in two. She tried to submit, but all that came out was a soft squeak.
"I challenged him, but he kept telling me that he'd wrestled his last match a long time ago. Bull! I wanted to destroy him." He let her fall face first onto the mat, still holding her leg behind his head. The pressure was off for a few precious seconds, but Layla immediately tried to tap as she felt his knee press into the base of her spine. He was jarring the leg again while at the same time driving his knee downward. Layla's pleas for mercy echoed throughout the gym, but there was no one to hear her.
"I realized that there was no point in going after him anymore. He was old. Washed up. Finished. I would love to have met him when he was young just so I could end his career before it started. That was my dream. Still, I knew how I could hurt him. I knew how to hurt him worse than anything. I would destroy one of his pupils. But which one?" Daniel leaned further into the hold, bending Layla at an impossible angle. Her foot was precariously close to touching the back of her head. The torturous hold and Daniel's diatribe left her feeling completely dominated.
"I decided to pick the most promising...most talented...most beautiful..." His hushed, menacing tone was offset by a sickening final jolt. "...most pathetic." He threw her mutilated limb down with disdain. It was impossible to tell how bad she was hurt, but Layla could sense that her muscles were mangled and torn. All of the time she spent rehabbing was for nothing. Daniel walked over to the corner and sat down on the bottom turnbuckle for a water break. "I don't know about you, but I am spent."
It all made sense now. Regal not showing up. Daniel offering to help. Why didn't she listen to the others? However Daniel had been before, something had warped him. He was crazy, going on like a James Bond villain. She tried to recover, but her injured leg wasn't responding at all.
"I really needed this. Between Regal and that damn Sheamus and everyone laughing at me for losing the title. I really needed to just...let loose, you know? So thank you, Layla." He capped his water bottle and walked towards her. "Thank you for being so stupid!" He put his foot against her back and stepped down, squashing her. "I'm not sure that you fully understand what's happening here. I'm going to ruin you."
He sat down on her back. "I'm going to stretch you out."
He reached forward, pulling her arms straight back. As her body rose, Daniel positioned her elbows between his armpits and thighs. Her breasts were straining against her taut swimsuit. She offered little resistance. "I'm going to break your back."
He then slid his hands forward, clasping them together over her chin and lips. "I'm going to end you." The camel clutch was complete, but he hesitated, savouring the moment. "Unless...unless you say something for me. I want you to say 'William Regal is an old, worthless piece of crap.' Say that and I'll let you go right now. Hm?"
Layla didn't consider it for a second. "No."
"Say 'William Regal is an old, worthless piece of crap' and this will all be over."
"Go straight to hell."
Daniel began to work the hold. Layla's eyes were briefly open in shock before they shut tightly. She had been in camel clutches before, but none of them felt like this. The pain was sharp and sudden as if an anvil had been dropped onto her. Every time he wrenched back, the sensation was repeated. There was no escape. Submissions meant nothing to Daniel right now. "I feel sorry for you. Sorry that you let people like Regal fool you into thinking that you belong in this business. I'm doing you a favour by showing you what real wrestling is."
The camel clutch was expertly applied. She could barely move a millimetre. Daniel was in complete control and every minor movement he made redefined suffering for her. Adjusting his fingers played havoc with her jaw. Shifting his seating position made it feel like her spine was being rearranged. Tensing his arm muscles sent tremors through her body. This was the most horrifying submission hold she'd ever experienced. The concept of time became alien to her. She didn't know whether she had been trapped for two minutes or twenty. For a moment she was thankful as it felt like she was on the verge of blacking out.
A dull colour filled her eyes as she found herself staring at the mat. He must have let her go, but she wasn't sure why. Maybe he had just gotten bored. It was a mighty task just to move her head, but she managed to catch a glimpse of her assailant as he was exiting the ring. He had done a number on her and she knew that there was no way she was going to get revenge on this night. The sensible thing to do would be to bide her time, report this to the WWE officials. She could get him suspended for a month or two maybe. But he had insulted her. He had insulted her friend and mentor. She managed to get her elbows under her and rose up slowly.
"Hey, 'champ'." The term was dripping in sarcasm. Daniel paused. "You think you're tough," she continued, reaching deep down to find the strength to speak. "No matter how many matches you win, no matter how many titles you hold, no matter how many times you make me submit...I know and everybody in the world knows..." Daniel was already stepping back into the ring and walking towards her.
"...William Regal is the man. And you'll never, ever be a better wrestler than him." Layla had used the last of her reserves to get back to a kneeling position. Daniel was visibly fuming as he roughly grabbed her by the hair. He bent over to look her in the eyes and she spat right in his face. The next thing she saw was the front of his boot colliding with her skull. There was an audible crack and she slumped over lifelessly, her flawless bum sticking up in the air. Daniel immediately regretted doing it. He needed her conscious for what he wanted to do next. He poured the remainder of his water on her and she started to stir.
"I wasn't going to use this hold on you," Daniel said, reaching down and grabbing a handful of her swimsuit. He dragged her to the centre of the ring and grabbed the same arm he had tweaked with the chickenwing earlier. "You don't deserve to experience the LeBell Lock. Lucky for you, I'm feeling charitable." The only response from Layla was a soft fluttering of the eyelids. Daniel trapped her arm against his pelvis with one leg over her shoulder in what was called an omoplata. He then locked her in a crossface again. As he increased the pressure, her whole body began to quiver. Her neck was being contorted at an absurd angle as Daniel put all of his strength into the hold. Her shoulder wasn't doing much better. As the submission specialist adjusted his hips, there was the distinct possibility that her arm was going to be torn off. Layla's insults guaranteed that there would be no mercy for her on this day. Her thigh highs faintly kicked the mat, almost as a reflex. She was too weak to voice her discomfort and the only other sound being made was by Daniel, who hissed through gritted teeth. There was a disgusting pop as her arm bone slipped out of its socket and her shoulder dislocated.
Unfortunately for Layla, she was fully aware what was happening. She couldn't remember where she was or why she was here. The only thing she knew was that she was experiencing true torture. She felt her neck muscles violently spasm. Daniel had never gone this far with the LeBell Lock before. He could hear her vertebrae grinding and then something shifting unnaturally. Layla's body shuddered and then fell dreadfully still. Exhausted, Daniel released the hold. He placed his hand on her and pushed off to get back to his feet. "Whoa! That was intense, huh?" He stared down at the broken beauty with childlike glee. "I don't think we'll be getting back into the ring anytime soon, will we, Layla?" Her breathing was faint, but steady. Daniel was a master of submissions and he knew that while he had done some serious damage, she would probably be able to walk again in about six months. Part of him fantasized about what would happen if he hadn't let go.
"Looks like I got a little carried away. Regal was always telling me to control myself. Guess he was right." Daniel chuckled and headed for the exit. He was whistling a happy tune. It was the last thing Layla heard before drifting off into bittersweet oblivion.
Layla - The Submission Session
It wasn't like William Regal to be late. He had told Layla to be at the gym at 10 PM sharp and when he said "sharp" he meant it. A clock on the wall read 10:12. Where could he be?
A knee injury had sidelined her for months and she was itching to get back in the ring. Regal had been one of her most dedicated trainers, pushing her through grueling rehabilitation exercises and drilling her over and over again to help prepare her for her comeback. She was actually dreading the evening's session as Regal had told her that they needed to work on submissions. One of her biggest concerns was getting used to the punishment that her opponents could dish out and while she trusted her fellow Briton, she wasn't looking forward to going through his extensive knowledge of holds.
In anticipation of her return, Layla had gone shopping. While she'd always had sexy attire, she decided that it was time to simplify things and show that she was more about substance than style. She wore a silver-gray one piece swimsuit. It was cut high on the thighs, but didn't reveal too much of her backside. The top also didn't show any cleavage, only opening up around the neck. While it lacked exposure, it clung tightly to her body accentuating her fantastic curves. She added matching fingerless gloves and thigh high leggings made from spandex. The gloves ran to her elbows and the leggings ran all the way down to her feet. It looked like she had no foot protection, but she actually had thin slippers on underneath. It was a streamlined look that accentuated her beauty without sacrificing mobility. Regal probably wouldn't be too happy about her choice of wardrobe, but she needed to get used to moving in her new clothes and she figured he could use a thrill anyway.
As she lay in the middle of the ring finishing her stretches, she heard the gym doors open. "William?"
Into the gym walked the former World Heavyweight Champion, Daniel Bryan. He had a huge smile on his face.
"Layla! How ya doin'?" Grinning from ear to ear, Daniel jogged over and slid into the ring. "You look great!"
Layla was confused, but polite. "Daniel, hi! I'm alright, thanks. What are you doing here so late? I thought all the boys were heading to the next town already."
"Oh, I decided to ride with a friend of mine instead. Besides, I ran into Regal a couple of hours ago and he asked me for a favour."
"Don't tell me..."
Daniel put his hand on her shoulder. "Something came up with his family and he had to fly back to England. He told me that you guys had an important training session today and wanted to know if I was free to help. Of course I said yes, I owe that guy everything." Long before he came to the WWE, Daniel was a star pupil of William Regal and many credited his success to the lessons he learned from Regal. A lot of people said he'd changed since reaching the main event, but Layla couldn't tell.
"I hope everything is alright." Layla said, looking concerned. Her thoughts went to her teacher and for a moment she forgot what she was doing.
"So...about that training..."
Layla snapped out of her stupor. "Ah, yes, of course. Only if you're up for it, I don't want to impose." It wasn't every day that one got to train with a former world champion and she didn't want to sound overeager.
Another sly smile appeared on Daniel's face. "It's no trouble at all." He went over to his bag to get powder for his hands. They were the only two people in the gym and Layla decided to make conversation. "I was sorry to see you lose the title," Layla said. She was doing some more stretches with her back to him and didn't notice as he winced at her words.
"These...these things happen, you know?"
Layla sensed that she may have offended him. "I'm sure you'll get another crack at it. So...how's AJ doing?"
Daniel clapped his hands together, seemingly oblivious to the question. Powder filled the air as he approached her. "You ready to get started?"
"Sure. Listen, I was watching some Japanese wrestling the other day and there was this leg lock I wanted to try..."
Daniel cut her off. "Ha ha, okay. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. What you need is to just sit down on the mat right here."
Still feeling somewhat bad about bringing up his title loss, Layla complied. Daniel sat behind her and snaked his arms under hers, locking his hands behind her head in a full nelson. "We'll start off with something simple. Ready?"
"Ready."
Layla felt his hands press against the back of her head, pushing her neck at an awkward angle. She could tell that Daniel was a Regal-trained student as he kept a firm, but controlled grip. He gradually pressed harder causing her to lean towards the mat. "You thinking of quitting yet?" he asked.
"Not even close."
"Just what I wanted to hear." Daniel released the pressure for a moment, leaning back and pulling her over top of him. He wrapped his legs around her waist and started to compress her mid-section while cranking up the pressure on the full nelson again. Again, Regal's training was evident. Layla immediately felt her abdominal muscles straining. As he cinched in the hold, her spandex clad form was on full display. She tried to free her arms to no avail. She kicked her legs out trying to throw him off balance, but he kept his hooks in and stretched her even more. It was a basic hold and its effectiveness frustrated the British bombshell. Gritting her teeth, Layla decided to swallow her pride. She tapped her hand against Daniel's wrist, signalling her submission. He released her immediately.
"Come on, Layla, that wasn't even a minute," Daniel said. "How are you going to get back in there with Beth Phoenix or Eve if you can't take a little pain?" He tussled her hair as she lay on the mat, rubbing her sides. Even though he was being playful, his comments were more than a little annoying. She pushed herself onto her knees and took a deep breath in anticipation of the next hold.
Layla's arm was pulled behind her and locked in the crux of Daniel's elbow. With his free hand, he grabbed her jaw and jerked it to one side, away from her other arm. Pain shot through her shoulder, mouth and neck. The crossface chickenwing was excruciating. She grunted as Daniel's fingers dug into the side of her face. It was locked in tightly and trying to maneuver her arm only made things more uncomfortable. After almost a minute in the hold, Daniel adjusted his grip and joined his hands together. Her neck was forcefully turned in the opposite direction. The back of his knuckles and wrists were pressed against her face, roughly squeezing her cheek and lips. Her grunts became louder and more frequent. A sadistic look was forming on Daniel's face, but she couldn't see it as her eyes were shut in agony.
"I give, I give!" Her hand was tapping frantically against the mat as she was worried that he couldn't hear her muffled submission. Daniel gave another vicious twist and it felt like her shoulder was about to snap. She tried to cry out, but her all that came out was a moan. Had he not heard her? She tapped again, this time against his thigh. Daniel pulled back on the hold one more time and if felt like her head might do a full 180 degree turn. "Daniel, stop..." she tried to say. The former champion finally let go and she collapsed, sobbing.
Daniel put his hands over his mouth, a contrite look on his face. "Oh my goodness, Layla, I'm so sorry! I didn't hear you at all. I must have gotten caught up in the training. Are you okay?" Layla didn't look at him. She ran her smooth gloves over her neck and shoulder while holding back tears. She didn't want to show weakness. "It's just that Regal used to push me so hard," Daniel continued. "I know how hard he works with you and I didn't want to let either of you down. Please forgive me." He gently held her wrist and started to help her up. Layla thought about how her sessions with Regal were intense, but never that intense. She was hurting badly. Maybe she just had to get used to Daniel's style.
She forced a weak smile. "It's okay. Let's just take it easy for a minute, alright? You know I had that knee injury and I can't risk damaging anything else right now."
"That's right, your knee. I almost forgot. Do you think that's something your opponents are going to take advantage of?"
Layla was standing upright now, holding onto Daniel for support. "I hope not, but there are some vicious people out there."
"There certainly are." Before she knew what was happening, Daniel suddenly dropped to the mat. He did a quick spin, whipping his boot into the back of her damaged knee sweeping her onto her butt. As she fell back, she felt nothing for a moment...then there was a searing pain in her leg.
"Aaaaaarrrgh!" As Layla lay clutching her knee, a familiar sensation came back to her. This is how it felt when the injury first occurred. "Daniel! What the hell are you doing?" There was no response as he kicked her in the small of her back causing her to roll onto her stomach. He elevated her leg off of the mat. Placing his foot against the back of the kneecap, he stomped down hard smashing it against the canvas. She let out a piercing scream and immediately balled up protecting her knee. Daniel was unresponsive to her questions. With a firm grip on her leggings, he bent the appendage across the back of his neck. "Don't...don't..." Layla begged.
Daniel quickly stood up, lifting her off the mat by her wounded knee. "This is called a stretch muffler," he told her. It was a torture rack hold that targeted only her leg. Daniel wasn't tall, but Layla was one of the shortest divas in the company and the height difference was more than enough to have her desperately reaching for the mat. She could feel the ligaments in her knee starting to tear as she dangled from his shoulders helplessly. Her other leg kicked ineffectually. In her glistening swimsuit, she made for a fine trophy.
"I'm going to let you in on a little secret, Layla." His words barely registered as all she could think of was her aching joints. "I HATE William Regal. I've hated him ever since I met him. I hated every day, every month, every year that I had to work with him. He thinks that he helped make me the best, but all he did was slow me down." Daniel bent his knees lowering Layla close to the ground before shooting up again, sending shockwaves through her leg. "I always knew that I would make it to the WWE and I hoped that old bastard would be long gone before I did. But no, I finally make it to the top and that arrogant prick thinks he can take credit for it. I'm the BEST in the world!" He began to violently shake his upper body and Layla was sure that her leg was about to be ripped in two. She tried to submit, but all that came out was a soft squeak.
"I challenged him, but he kept telling me that he'd wrestled his last match a long time ago. Bull! I wanted to destroy him." He let her fall face first onto the mat, still holding her leg behind his head. The pressure was off for a few precious seconds, but Layla immediately tried to tap as she felt his knee press into the base of her spine. He was jarring the leg again while at the same time driving his knee downward. Layla's pleas for mercy echoed throughout the gym, but there was no one to hear her.
"I realized that there was no point in going after him anymore. He was old. Washed up. Finished. I would love to have met him when he was young just so I could end his career before it started. That was my dream. Still, I knew how I could hurt him. I knew how to hurt him worse than anything. I would destroy one of his pupils. But which one?" Daniel leaned further into the hold, bending Layla at an impossible angle. Her foot was precariously close to touching the back of her head. The torturous hold and Daniel's diatribe left her feeling completely dominated.
"I decided to pick the most promising...most talented...most beautiful..." His hushed, menacing tone was offset by a sickening final jolt. "...most pathetic." He threw her mutilated limb down with disdain. It was impossible to tell how bad she was hurt, but Layla could sense that her muscles were mangled and torn. All of the time she spent rehabbing was for nothing. Daniel walked over to the corner and sat down on the bottom turnbuckle for a water break. "I don't know about you, but I am spent."
It all made sense now. Regal not showing up. Daniel offering to help. Why didn't she listen to the others? However Daniel had been before, something had warped him. He was crazy, going on like a James Bond villain. She tried to recover, but her injured leg wasn't responding at all.
"I really needed this. Between Regal and that damn Sheamus and everyone laughing at me for losing the title. I really needed to just...let loose, you know? So thank you, Layla." He capped his water bottle and walked towards her. "Thank you for being so stupid!" He put his foot against her back and stepped down, squashing her. "I'm not sure that you fully understand what's happening here. I'm going to ruin you."
He sat down on her back. "I'm going to stretch you out."
He reached forward, pulling her arms straight back. As her body rose, Daniel positioned her elbows between his armpits and thighs. Her breasts were straining against her taut swimsuit. She offered little resistance. "I'm going to break your back."
He then slid his hands forward, clasping them together over her chin and lips. "I'm going to end you." The camel clutch was complete, but he hesitated, savouring the moment. "Unless...unless you say something for me. I want you to say 'William Regal is an old, worthless piece of crap.' Say that and I'll let you go right now. Hm?"
Layla didn't consider it for a second. "No."
"Say 'William Regal is an old, worthless piece of crap' and this will all be over."
"Go straight to hell."
Daniel began to work the hold. Layla's eyes were briefly open in shock before they shut tightly. She had been in camel clutches before, but none of them felt like this. The pain was sharp and sudden as if an anvil had been dropped onto her. Every time he wrenched back, the sensation was repeated. There was no escape. Submissions meant nothing to Daniel right now. "I feel sorry for you. Sorry that you let people like Regal fool you into thinking that you belong in this business. I'm doing you a favour by showing you what real wrestling is."
The camel clutch was expertly applied. She could barely move a millimetre. Daniel was in complete control and every minor movement he made redefined suffering for her. Adjusting his fingers played havoc with her jaw. Shifting his seating position made it feel like her spine was being rearranged. Tensing his arm muscles sent tremors through her body. This was the most horrifying submission hold she'd ever experienced. The concept of time became alien to her. She didn't know whether she had been trapped for two minutes or twenty. For a moment she was thankful as it felt like she was on the verge of blacking out.
A dull colour filled her eyes as she found herself staring at the mat. He must have let her go, but she wasn't sure why. Maybe he had just gotten bored. It was a mighty task just to move her head, but she managed to catch a glimpse of her assailant as he was exiting the ring. He had done a number on her and she knew that there was no way she was going to get revenge on this night. The sensible thing to do would be to bide her time, report this to the WWE officials. She could get him suspended for a month or two maybe. But he had insulted her. He had insulted her friend and mentor. She managed to get her elbows under her and rose up slowly.
"Hey, 'champ'." The term was dripping in sarcasm. Daniel paused. "You think you're tough," she continued, reaching deep down to find the strength to speak. "No matter how many matches you win, no matter how many titles you hold, no matter how many times you make me submit...I know and everybody in the world knows..." Daniel was already stepping back into the ring and walking towards her.
"...William Regal is the man. And you'll never, ever be a better wrestler than him." Layla had used the last of her reserves to get back to a kneeling position. Daniel was visibly fuming as he roughly grabbed her by the hair. He bent over to look her in the eyes and she spat right in his face. The next thing she saw was the front of his boot colliding with her skull. There was an audible crack and she slumped over lifelessly, her flawless bum sticking up in the air. Daniel immediately regretted doing it. He needed her conscious for what he wanted to do next. He poured the remainder of his water on her and she started to stir.
"I wasn't going to use this hold on you," Daniel said, reaching down and grabbing a handful of her swimsuit. He dragged her to the centre of the ring and grabbed the same arm he had tweaked with the chickenwing earlier. "You don't deserve to experience the LeBell Lock. Lucky for you, I'm feeling charitable." The only response from Layla was a soft fluttering of the eyelids. Daniel trapped her arm against his pelvis with one leg over her shoulder in what was called an omoplata. He then locked her in a crossface again. As he increased the pressure, her whole body began to quiver. Her neck was being contorted at an absurd angle as Daniel put all of his strength into the hold. Her shoulder wasn't doing much better. As the submission specialist adjusted his hips, there was the distinct possibility that her arm was going to be torn off. Layla's insults guaranteed that there would be no mercy for her on this day. Her thigh highs faintly kicked the mat, almost as a reflex. She was too weak to voice her discomfort and the only other sound being made was by Daniel, who hissed through gritted teeth. There was a disgusting pop as her arm bone slipped out of its socket and her shoulder dislocated.
Unfortunately for Layla, she was fully aware what was happening. She couldn't remember where she was or why she was here. The only thing she knew was that she was experiencing true torture. She felt her neck muscles violently spasm. Daniel had never gone this far with the LeBell Lock before. He could hear her vertebrae grinding and then something shifting unnaturally. Layla's body shuddered and then fell dreadfully still. Exhausted, Daniel released the hold. He placed his hand on her and pushed off to get back to his feet. "Whoa! That was intense, huh?" He stared down at the broken beauty with childlike glee. "I don't think we'll be getting back into the ring anytime soon, will we, Layla?" Her breathing was faint, but steady. Daniel was a master of submissions and he knew that while he had done some serious damage, she would probably be able to walk again in about six months. Part of him fantasized about what would happen if he hadn't let go.
"Looks like I got a little carried away. Regal was always telling me to control myself. Guess he was right." Daniel chuckled and headed for the exit. He was whistling a happy tune. It was the last thing Layla heard before drifting off into bittersweet oblivion.
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