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Just a mild warning, this mixed wrestling story contains tons of maledom, so if you’re not a fan then you probably shouldn’t read. Also, the premise for this story was heavily inspired by this other story www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?i…, so be sure to check it out. And make sure to check out the guy’s pixiv page, he’s a very talented writer and an amazing artist!

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To a passerby, it would appear that a solitary shadow had emerged from the darkness of the alleyway. However, the figure was none other than Rainbow Mika herself. Most wouldn’t believe it if they saw her. Her normally bright and vibrant clothing was replaced with black sweats and a black hoodie with the hood drawn tight, devoid of any happiness. Her demeanor was currently much the same, a frown plastered across her normally cheery face as she looked up to the streetlights, double checking the street she was on. The entrance was close, about one more block.

Needless to say, the note had caught her off guard. Enjoying a brief vacation, she was surprised to wake up one morning with a letter slipped under her door during the night. What could this have been, that whoever had left it had come in the middle of the night?

“We have your master. Come to this address if you ever want to see him alive again.”

As Mika clenched both the note and her teeth, she quickly stepped inside a door with three red stripes on it. She had known what the note meant immediately. Still, she couldn’t believe it. Master Zangief, taken? There was no way. A monstrous man like him, who fought regularly against all manner of amazing fighters, could have never been taken like this. Even though she refused to believe it, she had to know what was up. Who had the gall to pull a stunt like this?

Stepping inside, Mika saw two long hallways stretching in either directions, going both ways with rooms lining them down, all of them a couple of feet apart from one another. Mika had expected it to look bad, as the neighborhood that it was situated in was… well, calling it a rough neighborhood would have been kind. The tile floor was cracked all the way down, the paint peeled off the walls, while the lights down the hallway flickered, giving off a horror movie vibe. However, Mika wasn’t bothered, not in the slightest. In her current mood, if this was a horror movie, she would be the monster.

“Hey! Whoever the hell called me to this stinking joint, I’m here!” Mika bellowed into the hallway, not concerned at all with what her shouting might bring.

“Oh! One sec, one sec!” A rather scratchy male voice called back, from one of the rooms in the hallway to the right of her. After about five seconds, a short, slightly chubby man in a dress shirt and slacks stepped out. “No need to shout, missy, I’m right- uuaakk!”

His words were cut off as Mika dashed towards him, snatching his collar quickly and quite easily lifting him off of his feet, before planting him back-first into the wall, holding him up a good foot off the ground.

“So, you think pulling stunts like that is funny?” Mika growled, her eyes burning with a look that could scare off feral animals. “I’ll give you about a half a minute to explain yourself and beg for forgiveness. And then you’d better hope I’m in a good mood.”

“Waitnopleasedonthurt- huh?” His frenzied pleading was cut off as he suddenly took a closer look at the angry face that now confronted him. Staring at the bright blue eyes that blazed with anger, and the slight hint of golden blonde hair that was mostly hidden by the hood. “You… you’re Mika!”

“Right, and I presume that you’re the human slug that slipped that note under my door.”

“I- uh- well, you see…”

“You’d better start talking if you don’t want me to introduce your skull to this here tile floor.” Mika said, slamming her foot down and cracking the tile under her as she did so. “I want to know why you think you can get away with this, and I want to know NOW!” Mika shouted the last word, causing the thug to flinch backwards.

“Look, look, look! I’ll tell you, just let me talk!” He cried, his voice noticeably rising in pitch as he yelled out. Mika simply stood still, not moving a muscle at all, maintaining both her grip on his collar and her glare, waiting. “Look, I’m sorry we took your master, it was just orders. And I did slip the note under your door, but it was for the boss. He has something he wants you to do, and he wanted you to have good reason to comply.”

“By faking a kidnap of Master Zangief? Did you both honestly think that would work?”

“Faking? What are you- Look, it might just be easier to talk to our boss. He can give you all the answers and more.” He pleaded, his eyes full of fear. However, his feet slowly reconnected with the ground as Mika let him go.

“Alright, well then lead me to him.” Mika said as she dropped him. “Just be quick about it, or we’ll have a problem.”

“Alright, alright, I hear ya. We’ll get there as quick as we can.” He said, a slightly annoyed tone creeping into his voice, his confidence seemingly bolstered by the fact that he had gotten Mika to release him. “You know, you always seem a lot cheerier in your matches on TV.”

“Yeah, well, after I teach you and your boss a lesson about messing with people like this, I’ll feel a lot better.” She said softly, however her voice had lost none of its edge.

“Right, look, just be polite when you meet the boss. You’re gonna want to hear him out, for the sake of your master. And by the way, the name’s Camden” The thug said as they walked. He led Mika down the hallways, making a multitude of turns this way and that. Mika studied the building as they walked, noting that it was much larger than she had initially thought. After a brief period, Camden and Mika arrived at a set of stairs, climbing up them and arriving at a short hallway with a door at the end. They walked quickly to the door, before Camden walked over to it, standing in front of it. “Alright, here we go. And remember, manners.”

As the door swung open, Mika stepped quickly inside, ready to confront whoever had planned this. Immediately upon entering, Mika was greeted with the sight of an opulent room, well furnished, a stark contrast to the decrepit building she had just walked through. And in the middle, a large, beautiful wooden desk, and a comfy office chair which sat the boss, a tall, moderately built middle aged man. He seemed quite comfortable as Mika strolled in, greeting her with a smile, though it had a hint of smugness to it.

“Rainbow Mika, the greatest female wrestler in the world, in my opinion of course.”

“Look, flattery won’t save you from an ass kicking. Who are you, and where do you get off making fake threats like that?”

“Fake threats? Mika, I’m sorry if you felt threatened by my note, it wasn’t meant to scare you, merely to provide some incentive. But it wasn’t a fake threat, not by any means.” The boss said, seemingly not fazed at all by Mika’s threats.

“Really? Master Zangief would never even get hurt by a bunch of losers like you.” Mika spat the words out with much venom, gesturing to Camden as she said the word “losers.” “So, if you think that just saying that you took him will get me to listen to you, you’re crazy.”

The boss’ eyes glimmered at her words, and the corners of his mouth twitched slowly upwards into a crooked smile.

“Maybe you’d like to hear from him. Camden, go ahead.” The boss said quietly. Camden quickly walked past the boss’ desk, to the back wall of the room. Looking closely at him, Mika noticed that he was walking towards a door in the back of the room that she hadn’t even noticed when she entered. Camden reached the door, turning and giving Mika a smug smirk, before knocking the door three times, and calling out.

“Go ahead and let him talk.”

There was a pause, and a long silence, before…

“MIKA!” A voice bellowed from the other side. Mika’s eyes went wide. Her jaw dropped. That voice. It was unmistakable. It was Zangief. “MIKA! DON’T… LISTEN… AAAAAHH!” A scream echoed through the door, before silence.

“Master Zangief!” Mika cried, taking a rushed step towards the door, before she was stopped by the boss.

“Stop. Don’t move, or things will only get worse for him. Just listen, and he’ll be fine.”

“Uuurgh…” Mika let out a low growl, furious, but also terrified for her master. How did they get him? And why? “What do you want?” Mika cried out, her voice notably panicked.

“I want you to wrestle for me, in this arena.”

“Wha- what?” Mika asked, slightly confused.

“I want you to wrestle for me, and I want to make sure that you’re willing to do what I want you too. Go on, take a look out that window.” The boss said, gesturing to a small window on the wall to Mika’s left. When she looked out it, she let out a slight gasp. A large circular room, with stadium seating all around. And in the middle, a wrestling ring. The rowdy crowd was waiting during the intermission, and looking among them, Mika could see why the boss felt the need to blackmail her. They were clearly the dregs of society, that much she could tell from their look, and they seemed as though they were waiting for a bloodbath, clearly here to watch wrestlers beat one another senseless. Mika was stunned form this revelation, but also filled with a bit of confidence. A wrestling match? If that’s what they wanted her for, this would be a cakewalk.

“So you want me to pound some poor wrestler in the ring, fine. But you’ll let Master Zangief go afterwards?” Mika asked. She didn’t really want to entertain this idea, but she had no choice. She knew the awful feeling that the jeering, perverted crowd was going to give her, but she could tough it out and get it over with, and it would all be good.

“Not so simple, actually.” The boss interjected, causing Mika to raise an eyebrow, before he continued. “You’re going to be wrestling my nephew. He’s an aspiring wrestler, just starting out wrestling for me, in my, ‘special’ promotion. He’s still pretty new to this, even though he won his last few fights. And I’m sure that he, as well as I, would like his winning streak to continue.” The boss said with a grin.

Mika paused, several things in that sentence catching her attention. Obviously something fishy was going on with this promotion, but more than that…

“Are you asking me to throw the fight?” Mika asked, the anger returning to her voice. An insult to her pride like this, coming from this sleaze ball, was almost too much to bear. She never wanted to lose to other professional wrestlers, and she would never dream of throwing a fight to some rookie.

“I’m not asking you.” The boss said politely, before jerking his head towards the door that blocked her from her master.

Mika balked, remembering the stakes here. She swallowed some pride, keeping silent for a long time, before finally answering.

“All right. So I go out there, lay down, and one two three.” Mika whispered, almost unable to believe that she was agreeing to this, despite the fact that she had no choice. However, the boss shook his head.

“No. I want this to be entertaining. The crowd loves seeing the women put up a fight.” So, this was what it was about. This promotion brought in women to be squashed for the crowd’s amusement. It was starting to make sense. “Here, take this.” The boss said, holding out his hand and giving her a bracelet. “I’ll leave the wrestling to your discretion. But when I’m not happy with the match is going, this bracelet will light up green and vibrate. If it does that, then you had best change how the match is going. But it’s not all bad. If I want you to start coming back, say after being knocked out, it’ll give you a small shock that should be enough to keep you in the match. So, you understand all that?”

Mika couldn’t believe it. She wanted to destroy this man and his goons, but she had no choice. Silently, she grabbed the bracelet and slipped it on, giving a heavy sigh as she accepted her fate, doing her best to swallow her pride. She stood staring at it for a while, before looking up.

“Alright, so I’m going out there now?” She asked, getting ready.

“No, there’s still a match that goes on before yours. And you need to get into some real gear. But don’t worry, we’ve provided some. Camden will take you to the locker room, and when you hear the announcer call your name, you’re good to go.” The boss said with an evil grin as he stared at Mika. As Camden started to lead Mika out of the room and to the locker room, the boss stopped him, having one last message. “And Mika. I’m looking forward to a great match.”

Mika stepped into the locker room, looking around. Standard, although maybe a bit less care given to it. On the wall was a hook, a clothes hanger hanging from it. And on the hanger was… her gear? Mika stepped forward, feeling more confused, pinching the fabric between her fingers. Immediately, Mika could tell that it wasn’t actually her outfit. It was made to look identical, so much so that you would never be able to tell the two apart from looking at them. But the fabric of this outfit was… thinner, cheaper, and all around worse than hers. Mika made a face, not looking forward to this.

The blonde wrestler took a moment, scanning the locker room. Of course. In the corner, she spied a tiny security camera, covering the room. She gave a heavy sigh, silently cursing the boss, knowing that he was watching right now. Mika flipped off the camera, before stripping down to her underwear, very quickly throwing on the new outfit, not trying to give the boss too much of a show. Still… Mika looked down at her gear, for once feeling a bit uneasy about it. A stylish blue and white one piece, with frills on the gear. However, there were many spots that were cut out and left open, the most notable being her chest, showing off her sizeable chest with plenty of cleavage, and her ass, the back of the outfit entirely cut out, except for a thin blue strip that acted as a thong, that was lost in her crack. The outfit had never bothered her before, but now with this cheap version, in front of this crowd, she became a bit worried. However, she knew she had to just get through this, for Zangief.

After sitting in the locker room for a while, listening to the noises of the crowd, she heard a microphone come on. This must be what she was waiting for.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, we have a very, veeeeery special treat for you tonight! A special guest, come to wrestle for us, a world-renowned wrestler, and one of the greatest women’s wrestlers alive! THE BEAUTIFUL, THE SEXY, THE BLONDE BOMBSHELL HERSELF, RAINBOW MIKA!” The announcer bellowed, the crowd roaring with delight as the announcer called her out. Mika simply took a deep breath, and began her walk to the ring.

The crowds cheering became even louder as Mika emerged from the locker room, heading to the ring. Her normal waving to the audience and smiling was gone, and she tried to keep her face blank, although a slight grimace could be seen. She was simply glad that the mask obscured part of her face, so that she could at least take solace in that. She slid into the ring, going to stand in the corner. She stood still, ignoring the whistles and catcalling, trying not to focus on the shouting, despite hearing some of the most perverted and vile things she had ever heard before. Standing quietly, she took a good look at the ring announcer, before noticing that there was no ref. She felt a bit of fear. That mean that there were no rules. That either the crowd or the other wrestlers were going to count the pin, and there was no ref to stop anything dirty.

Eventually, the announcer began to call out her opponent. Mika barely payed attention, instead cursing her predicament. She turned and looked upwards, seeing the window to the boss’ office and glaring daggers at it, hoping that he could see her.

“The currently undefeated, crowd favorite! The big, the brutal, KRIEG!” The crowd roared with approval as the young man stepped out. He was a couple inches taller than Mika, with a big, muscular frame. He wore a pair of black boots and purple tights, with a matching purple luchador mask, obscuring all of his face except for where the mouth was cut out, allowing Mika to see the confident smile he wore to the ring. However, as she watched him, his posture, his form, his movements… they were all off. Mika could tell just from years of experience that this guy was clearly a rookie, not ready for a match with someone of her caliber. However, experience didn’t matter now. It continued to kill Mika on the inside, but she knew that this match had to end with her as the loser, and this guy as the victor.

“So, you’re Rainbow Mika. It’s so cool to meet you in person, and such an honor to wrestle you. Although I gotta be honest, I’m pretty good, and on one hell of a streak, so don’t hold it against me if I win!” Krieg said, grinning and moving to his corner. Despite the unchanging look on her face, on the inside, Mika was dumbstruck. This kid… thought this was real! He actually thought that it was a real match! And the sinking feeling in Mika’s gut worsened as she realized, this kid, and this audience, were all going to think his victory was real! And to make things worse, there was no way word wouldn’t spread. Mika felt horrified, but there were no other options. She knew what would happen if she refused. She quietly leaned against her corner, waiting for the bell.

DING DING DING

The bell sounded loudly, and Mika stepped forward, crouching down and centering herself, bringing her hands up into a classic wrestling stance. Krieg did the same, however, it was clearly unbalanced, his weight way too far forward. Mika let it slide however, waiting for him to make a move. Krieg circled her for a moment, before quickly stepping forward and thrusting his foot out, aiming for a boot to the gut. Mika quickly sidestepped the boot, and as his momentum carried him forward, stepped in and delivered a wicked chop to his chest. The loud slapping sound echoed around the arena, and a couple of fans winced as they heard the noise.

“AAAH!” Krieg gasped as he stumbled back, his hands clutching his stinging chest, a bright red mark already visible where she had chopped him. Mika didn’t wait however, stepping forward and grabbing one of his arms, before pulling him towards her sharply, slamming her other arm across his chest with a lariat, taking him off of his feet. Krieg slapped the mat, frustrated, getting up to one knee, however Mika didn’t want to let him rest. As he turned to face her, she hopped up and slammed both feet into his face, nailing a huge dropkick! Mika landed and quickly crawled back to her feet, while Krieg held his jaw on the ground, rocked from the dropkick. The crowd was a bit mixed, some cheering for Krieg, although some were in awe as they watched Mika go to town on her opponent. As she walked over to him, quickly grabbing one of his legs and lifting it up, holding it in both hands.

BZZZZZ!

Mika stopped, looking down. The bracelet. It glowed a faint green, not enough that anyone else would know, and vibrated her arm slightly. Mika cursed to herself. Of course. She had been doing good, really good. Too good. And the boss had decided that it was time for things to get a bit more even. Mika hesitated, holding Krieg’s foot as she stood waiting.

After a longer period than she was used to waiting, Krieg finally turned, pulling the leg she was holding back in, while kicking his other leg out.

“UUGH!” Mika gasped as his boot slammed solidly into her gut, nailing her abs and driving the wind out of her. Mika bent forward, crossing her arms over her stomach as she tried to catch her breath. Mika’s soft and supple skin hid incredible muscles, but even with her physique and all her training, getting hit, getting slammed, getting stretched… it was all still very much painful. And Krieg was no slouch when it came to power.

With his leg free of Mika’s grip, Krieg quickly got up to his feet, before stepping towards the winded girl and swinging a wild forearm at her temple. Mika, still winded, tried to bring her arms up to stop the blow. She managed to get her arm in the way, taking some power off the blow, but Krieg still muscled his arm through her block, his forearm slamming into her temple with a dull thud.

Mika’s vision blurred, and she dropped to one knee, bringing a hand up to grasp her head where she was struck. Krieg wasted no time, grabbing one of her pigtails and yanking her up to her feet, before pulling her head forward, into his armpit, and locking her in a headlock. Mika brought her arms up to push at his arm, trying to pry it off, but Krieg kept his grip tight, not letting her escape. He grinned, before throwing himself backwards, landing on his back and drilling Mika’s head into the mat with a DDT!

-THUMP- “UURRK!”

A loud grunt came from Mika as her head connected solidly with the mat, stunning her even more that the forearm to the temple. She groaned and brought her hands up to her head, grabbing it and trying to ease the awful headache she was starting to suffer from. The crowd on the other hand, started to get loud as Krieg nailed the move, beginning to give them the show that the wanted. Krieg gave a slight smirk, the crowd firmly behind him, before reaching down and grabbing Mika by the hair, yanking her up to her feet.

“AACK! Damnit!” Mika cried out in pain as her hair was yanked, bringing her hand up to strike Krieg. Krieg however, saw this coming, and brought up his hand, catching her arm in his grip. Then, yanking her forward, he threw his own head towards her, their skulls connecting solidly with a headbutt that caused the crowd to gasp. Mika’s head snapped back, black spots appearing in front of her eyes.

“Focus, Mika, focus!” Mika’s determination managed to bring her back from the daze she was in, but she was still in no position to fight back. Krieg quickly reached out, grabbing her neck with one hand, and slipping his other hand in between her legs, eliciting a small squeak of surprise from Mika. Krieg quickly lifted her up high, gorilla pressing her over his head, showcasing his impressive strength. Mika looked down, seeing the ground get father and farther away as she was lifted up, her squirming unable to free her from Krieg’s grip. Krieg proceeded to hold the beautiful blonde captive, parading around the ring with her over his head, a cocky grin showing from the hole in his mask.

“Well, what do you think I should do?” Krieg called out to the crowd, completely fulfilled by the roars and cheers as he carried the bombshell around.

“BREAK HER! BREAK HER! BREAK HER!”

“Man, already? Well, I suppose if you all say so. Sorry Mika, but I’ve got to give these folks a good show.” Krieg says, giving her a smug grin as he does.

Mika’s eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. However, there was nothing she could do to stop it. Krieg quickly dropped down to one knee, before yanking Mika down, twisting her as she fell so that she fell back first, and slammed her down across his knee, brutalizing her spine with a huge backbreaker!

“AAAAAAAGGHH!” Mika let out a pained scream as her back crashed down onto Krieg’s outstretched knee, her back suddenly bent painfully backwards as she hit. The rest of her body tensed up upon impact, and after a few seconds she then went limp, laying weakly, her back bent over Krieg’s knee. The crowd erupted, cheering for the gorgeous wrestler’s destruction, quite pleased with Krieg’s compliance as they had voiced their wishes. But he wasn’t satisfied with that. One hand quickly found its way to her thighs, while the other grasped her chin, before both pushed down forcefully, bending Mika’s hurting back even farther over his knee.

“How you feeling down there Mika?” Krieg asked, pushing down hard on her legs and chin, stretching her spine across his leg.

“AAAAAAGGGHH!”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re doing too hot. Maybe you just need to stretch a bit more.” Krieg continues to taunt, easing up on the pressure for a second, before pushing down twice as hard as before.

“AAAAAAAAAHHH! AAAAAGGGHH!”

The crowd whooped and hollered, going wild as the voluptuous wrestler was bent across Krieg’s knee, pained yells erupting from her mouth as he exerted his control over her. His hand squeezed down on her smooth thighs as he pushed, and her face contorted with pain as he pushed down on her legs and chin. Eventually, however, Krieg decided that it was time for some different torture.

He quickly moved both his hands to Mika’s shoulders, yanking her back upright so that she was standing, albeit on shaky legs. He quickly got up behind her, slipping a hand between her legs again, the other clutching the fabric of her outfit at the back, hoisting her up and draping her back across his shoulders. One arm quickly wrapped itself around her legs, while his other hand reached up and grabbed her chin, holding her in place.

“Let’s see if this helps your back any!” Krieg yelled, yanking down hard on both her legs and her chin, bending the poor blackmailed beauty in a brutal torture rack!

“AAAAAHHHHH! AAAAAAAGGHHH!” Mika screamed as her spine bent further and further back across Krieg’s powerful shoulders

“Come on Mika, what do you say? Do I hear a submission?” Krieg asked as he pulled down hard on her chin and legs.

“AAAAAGGH! NOOOO! DAMNIT!” Mika cried out, refusing to submit, her pride as a wrestler not allowing her to succumb to this rookie’s submission, as painful as it was.

“Hmph. Maybe you need a little incentive.” Krieg said with a devious smirk. He pauses for a moment, before beginning to stomp in a circle around the ring, parading Mika around and allowing the audience to get a good view of her screaming in pain as each step sent a jolt of pain down her spine, bending it further and further over his shoulders. The audience, for their part, were eating it all up.

“TAP! TAP! TAP!” They chanted, eager to see the proud wrestler submit, giving in to the awful pain in her back. But she refused, not ready to give, much to the boss’ delight.

“UUUUGGHH! GAAAAAAAHHH!” Mika screamed, still not giving. Eventually, Krieg’s stomping came to an end, an annoyed frown replacing the grin that he had as he paraded the wailing girl around on his shoulders.

“Fine, be stubborn then. It just means more pain for you!” He cries, quickly dropping to his knees, bending Mika’s back across his shoulders brutally far as he landed, before dropping her and allowing the hurt girl to slide off, falling onto the floor limply.

“AACK!” Mika’s sharp squeal of pain as Krieg dropped to his knees echoed through the arena, and the fans cheered loudly as her body flopped to the mat, lying limply. Krieg would give her no time to rest however, quickly picking her up by the hair, which only elicited a weak groan of protest from Mika. He dragged her over to the corner, propping her up so she was standing, leaning against the turnbuckle. Krieg turned around, turning his back to her, before running at the opposite corner, intending to bounce off of it, gathering a full head of steam before delivering a big splash in the corner, squashing Mika’s body against his own.

Mika winced and grimaced as she tried to straighten herself up in the corner, leaning heavily against it. Krieg stood in front of her, still looking a bit irritated that he couldn’t force a submission from her. He turned around, before sprinting over to the corner, clearly intending to bounce off it. Time seemed to slow down for Mika as she watched this happen. She wasn’t ready to just lie down, not like the boss would let her anyway, and she saw an opportunity, years of experience telling her this was her chance to turn it around.

As Krieg started to sprint, Mika paused a bit, before springing after him, her back screaming in protest, but she pushed through the pain. As she neared Krieg, he hit the corner, beginning to turn around. Mika quickly leaped towards him with all the strength in her legs, turning and throwing her rear end directly into his face, one of her signature moves!

As Krieg turned, he was met with the sight of Mika’s ass, seemingly bare thanks to her gear, drawing closer and closer, before slamming into his face. Most guys would kill to have Mika’s ass in their face, or so she’d heard from a few particularly perverted fans online, but as Krieg was hit with her butt, he briefly saw stars, the blow knocking him off of his feet and stunning him. Mika also collapsed as she hit the ground, clutching her aching back.

Both fighters laid on the mat, trying to recover. Eventually, Mika started to get up, pushing herself up first to her knees, before regaining her feet. At the same time, Krieg began to rise, getting to one knee and turning to face Mika.

“You stupid bitch, you- UGH!” Krieg’s head snapped backwards, as while he was busy talking, Mika had caught him square in the jaw with a superkick. Krieg collapsed backwards, lying on his back, the kick clearly having left him seeing stars. Mika knew that she might be able to get the pin, but… the boss would never allow it. The crowd had fallen a bit quiet, a bit shocked from the way that Mika had turned the tables. She felt the beginnings of a smug grin come to her face. It felt good to show these assholes that she wasn’t just some dumb bimbo jobber. The smirk quickly faded as she remembered that at the end of this, in their eyes, that’s exactly what she would be.

Despite her pride being preemptively wounded, Mika still kept going with this advantage that she had. She quickly grabbed Krieg’s legs, yanking the dazed wrestler to the center of the ring. She quickly grabbed one, stepping over it and bending it around her own leg, before crossing it over Krieg’s other leg, and finally bringing her free leg down on it, trapping him in a figure four leg lock!

“AAAFGH! FUCK! LET GO!” Krieg hollered as his leg was bent brutally in the hold. The crowd, having watched the tides completely turn, began to boo. Mika couldn’t tell if they were booing her for doing well, or Krieg for allowing her to make a comeback, and quite honestly, she didn’t care. She poured as much pressure as she could onto the hold, bending Krieg’s knee painfully.

“How’s it feel when the shoes on the other foot, asshole?” Mika called out loudly, her taunting eliciting a wave of boos. Maybe taunting an opponent that she was certain to lose to was a bad idea, but right now, it just felt too good to pass up, feeling a bit of sweet revenge.

“GGGGUUUUUUHH! YOU BITCH!” Krieg hollered, writhing in pain as his leg was bent. He cried out and clutched his head with his hands, the pain in his leg starting to overwhelm him. He let out a few more angry and pained shouts, before his wrestling training started to kick in. He quickly turned his upper body, clearly trying to flip Mika over and reverse the pressure of the hold. Mika however, quickly turned her body the opposite way, stopping him from doing so. She gave a sly smile. There was no way some rookie was going to reverse her-.

BBZZZZZZT!

Mika’s eyes widened, and her head turned to look at her wrist. The bracelet. Glowing a faint green and vibrating softly. She was doing too well. Maybe the boss wanted her to release the hold and… No. Mika knew what he wanted, and her entire feeling of satisfaction from her comeback quickly drained away. Her face morphed back into a cold mask, and she sighed heavily, resigning herself to what was going to happen and preparing for the pain. The next time Krieg twisted, Mika’s upper body didn’t move at all, and slowly but surely, Krieg twisted until the both of them rolled over to their stomach, him having successfully reversed the hold.

Immediately, pain flooded into Mika’s leg, and her moans of pain took over again. They were almost inaudible over the crowd’s cheering as she had her hold reversed, but they could clearly tell that once again, Mika was in tons of pain.

“AAAAAAARRRHH! UUUUGGH!” Mika cried out as her foot was bent, her leg instantly being bent farther than it should be. The crowd whooped and hollered, as while Mika was stuck in the hold, her rear end was stuck upwards into the air, jiggling alluringly as she writhed in pain.

“There we go bitch. ‘How’s it feel when the shoes on the other foot, asshole?’” Krieg said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, mocking her taunting from earlier. He braced his hands on the mat, pouring as much pressure onto her leg as he could.

“YYAAAAAAAHHHH! MY LEG!” Mika wailed as her leg was bent painfully far, a screaming victim of what had originally been her submission hold. Krieg gave one last jerk on her legs, before letting the hold go, allowing Mika to gasp and clutch her leg, laying in the center of the mat.

Krieg rose slowly to his feet, looking with contempt at Mika as she moaned and clutched her leg in the center of the ring. Krieg scowled, rubbing his own knee, before walking over to Mika with a slight limp. He quickly brought his foot down on her back, causing a gasp of pain from the beaten blonde. After a few more stomps to the downed wrestler, he sat down on her back, facing her head.

“Let’s see how you do in this, cupcake. Hope your back is still good enough to handle it.” Krieg whispered in her ear. He quickly reached down, grabbing her right arm and dragging it backwards over his right knee. He then reached down and grabbed her left arm, pulling it up over his knee.

“Uuuuhhh… huh? No, wait! No!” Mika cried as she stirred slightly, feeling her arms pulled over Krieg’s knees. However, Krieg had zero interest in showing Mika any mercy. He reached down under her head, lacing his fingers together under her chin. He paused for a moment, before suddenly yanking back as hard as he could, pulling poor Mika into an excruciating camel clutch!

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! GGAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!” Mika let out a long, tortured scream as she was bent backwards, incredibly far. Krieg pulled and pulled and pulled until Mika’s face was pointing directly up, staring straight at the ceiling, her spine bending horribly as her back was stretched farther than it had ever been before. Krieg however, relished the moment, even more than the crowd.

“AAAAAGGGHH! NOOOO! MY BACK! MY BAAACK!” Mika screamed out as he only pulled back farther and farther on the camel clutch, torturing the poor wrestler who never had a chance in this match. As Mika was bent backwards, screaming as she looked up at the ceiling, Krieg leaned over her, putting his face mere inches away from hers. He studied her every beautiful feature as she screamed, his eye then wandering towards her chest, her cleavage quite noticeable from this angle. As her back was stretched backwards, torturously far, it caused her chest to be pushed outwards, causing a noticeable rise in volume among the audience. Her breasts strained against the cheap fabric, pushing hard and accentuating her cleavage more than the outfit already did, looking like they were going to pop out any moment.

During all this, Mika only felt pain. She screamed and cried out as she was bent, in agony as Krieg applied one of the worst camel clutches she’d ever been caught in.

“You know, you’re absolutely gorgeous when you scream.” Krieg whispered to her, a pure evil smile seen from under his mask

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAGHH!” Mika’s tortured screams continued for a while longer, before finally, Krieg let her go, releasing her chin and letting her fall weakly onto the mat, completely drained and in excruciating pain from the awful camel clutch she had just endured.

Krieg stood, standing over the brutalized girl, giving her a menacing look. He then turned and scanned the crowd, seeing them more excited than ever.

“Well, what do you think? Is it time to put away Rainbow Mika?” He asked them. The thunderous roar of approval he received was all he needed to hear.

He bent down, grabbing Mika by her golden locks, yanking the hurting wrestler to her feet. All Mika uttered was a pained whimper as she was yanked up, unable to fight back, the pain in her spine completely overwhelming her. Krieg grinned, grabbing her and flipping her upside down, wrapping his arms around her waist. Mika’s golden pigtails fell and laid on the floor, as her legs pointed straight up, on either side of Krieg’s head, putting her in tombstone piledriver position.

“Uuuhh… no… please…” Mika gasped, finally broken, and just wanting the pain to stop. She was in so much pain from the submissions she suffered, and could no longer fight back. She was scared of being hit with a move as devastating at the tombstone piledriver in a state like this, but it seems mercy was not coming her way. Krieg held her up, listening to the crowd roar, before quickly dropping to his knees, drilling Mika’s head into the canvas.

Mika blacked out instantly, the move knocking her out cold, the pain of it all was just too much. As Krieg let her go, she flopped onto her back, laying still. He took his time crawling over her, pinning her down leisurely, and slapping the mat, slowly, relishing every moment of this pinfall. The crowd counted along each time his hand hit.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

ZZZAAPP!

“THR- AAAAAHHH!”

Suddenly, Mika’s shoulder exploded off the mat, kicking out just before Krieg was finished counting.

“WHAT?” Krieg screamed, furious, but more than anything, shocked.

Mika stirred weakly, dazed and completely confused. Where was she… she was… she was… It took a bit, but the memories came back. All of it up to when she was hit by the piledriver. So then, had she lost? From the angry snarl that could be seen under Krieg’s mask, and the noise of the crowd, she didn’t think so. Then what had…? The buzzer! The buzzer in the bracelet had gone off, forcing Mika awake, and she had kicked out by instinct. But why had he done it? It was when she looked at Krieg walking towards her, clearly furious, that she realized.

“No… no… stay away…” The blonde bombshell pleaded, trying to crawl away from Krieg as he walked towards her, fuming.

“How?! How in the hell?!” He yelled, furious. “I can’t believe you… you know what. Never mind. I don’t know how you kicked out, but if that’s the case… it seems I just need to put you down again.”

With those words, he surged forward, grabbing Mika and yanking her to her knees roughly. Mika shrieked as her hair was yanked, trying to pry Krieg’s hand off, but she didn’t have the strength anymore. Krieg yanked her head in between his legs, wrapping his arms around her waist, before flipping her up so that she was sitting atop his shoulders.

“No! Noooo!!” Mika gasped as she was hefted up, knowing she was in an awful position. She saw the canvas, looking dizzyingly far down, and knew that this would put her down for the count. Fear took over now, worried that this was going to go way too far. “No! Don’t! Put me down, please!”

Krieg wouldn’t hear any of it. He held Mika on his shoulders, giving her a moment for the fear to sink in, letting her realize that he was about to destroy her. He took one last second to close his eyes and breathe in deeply, relishing the feeling of Mika’s crotch so close to his face, barely hidden behind the cheap fabric, before yanking her down and falling to his rear, slamming her down with a huge sit-out powerbomb!

“UUH!” Mika’s back and head slammed into the mat, and darkness immediately took over, the poor blonde once again knocked unconscious. She lay still, her legs up, resting on Krieg’s shoulders, her chest rising and falling steadily.

Krieg watched with great satisfaction as Mika impacted upon the mat hard, before laying still. He held her legs up against his body, grinning as the crowd cheered. Slowly, he brought a hand down, beginning to count again, the crowd joining in loudly.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

ZZAAAPP!

“THR- WHHAAA!”

Again, a jolt went through Mika’s body, and her shoulder jerked up, brought suddenly back to consciousness without her even realizing it. Her head swam, and everything looked blurry. She mustered enough strength to lift her head slightly up. She saw Krieg, sitting and holding her legs, breathing heavily, barely containing his anger at her refusal to stay down.

Krieg couldn’t believe it. How? Why? He had no idea that Mika’s refusal to stay down wasn’t even her own. But he was mad.

“Fine. It looks like I’m not going to pin you. But this is going to be a lot worse.” Krieg said coldly, quickly standing up. He grabbed Mika’s legs, tucking them under his arms, standing over her menacingly.

“Well, since she won’t stay down, how about we just bend poor little Mika here until she taps?” Krieg shouts to the eager audience. A massive roar followed, the crowd eager to see the strong, proud wrestler submit to Krieg.

“No… Don’t…” Mika groaned from the ground. Anything but this. Being pinned by a rookie in a rigged match like this was awful, a horrifying thought. But tapping out to him? There couldn’t be anything worse.

Krieg simply grinned at her quiet pleading, before rolling her over, stepping over and sitting down into an absolutely torturous boston crab, bending the back that he’d already worked over in a brutal hold.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! FUUUUUCK! AAAAAAGGGHH!” Mika let out an agonized scream, her back once again subjected to torturous pain as she was bent cruelly, her body immediately forming a “C” shape as Krieg yanked back on her legs, bending her in the boston crab. He grinned, her screams only seeming to spur him on as he pulled on her legs.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHH! NOOOOO!”

“What’s wrong Mika? You wouldn’t stay down, so maybe you’d rather tap!” Krieg yelled, tugging back on her legs with each word. Mika’s back felt like it was breaking as he bent her. The pain was worse than anything that had happened previously in the match. Black spots began to swim in front of her eyes, and she could tell that this kind of agony might make her pass out. She wanted it to stop, she desperately wanted the pain to stop, but at the same time… Tapping out to this, she would never live it down. Submitting to this guy would haunt her for the rest of her life.

“TAP! TAP! TAP!” The crowd chanted wildly, cheering as Krieg brutally bent poor Mika.

“You hear them Mika! It’s time to tap out!” Krieg screams, pulling on her legs as hard as he could. Mika’s back was bent even further, slowly changing from a “C” to a circle. Her shrieking grew louder and her vision was starting to fade, everything replaced by pain. Eventually, as her feet were inches away from the back of her head, the pain was too much.

“AAAAAAAHHHH! I… I… I GIVE! I GIVE UP! I GIIIIIIIVE!” Mika wailed, slamming her hand down on the mat repeatedly, tapping out to the torturous boston crab. The crowd lost their minds seeing the proud wrestler tap out to the hold, submitting as the pain got to be too much.

Krieg wasn’t done yet however.

“I think you need to learn your lesson for not quitting sooner.” Krieg said coldly, giving one more tug, Mika’s feet actually touching the back of her head as he bent her to her absolute limit in the boston crab.

The beaten blonde gave one long wail as the pain overwhelmed her, before quickly her voice faded, and the pain was too much. Her head flopped to the mat as she passed out from the pain.

Krieg released her legs, letting them flop to the mat. He stood, looking at the once proud wrestler, soaking in the glory of having forced her to desperately submit and tap out to him. Eventually, he left, knowing that he would cherish the memory of this victory forever.

Up in a familiar small office, overlooking the arena, the boss smiled and stepped away from the window. He stepped over to his desk, sitting down with a devilish grin. After a brief silence, he turned to Camden.

“That was every bit the entertaining defeat I thought it would be. And I have to say, great job with that recording of Zangief.”

“Not a problem boss. Just had to find a few clips of some promos on YouTube, and I had all I needed. Still can’t believe she fell for it. She’s gonna be furious when she finds out we never had him.”

“Well, it won’t be a problem. We’ll be out of here by then, on to the next place. We’ve got plenty of prospects left on our list. But after that performance… I guarantee, one day, we’ll be back for round two with Rainbow Mika.”

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Just a mild warning, this mixed wrestling story contains tons of maledom, so if you’re not a fan then you probably shouldn’t read. Also, the premise for this story was heavily inspired by this other story www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?i…, so be sure to check it out. And make sure to check out the guy’s pixiv page, he’s a very talented writer and an amazing artist!

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To a passerby, it would appear that a solitary shadow had emerged from the darkness of the alleyway. However, the figure was none other than Rainbow Mika herself. Most wouldn’t believe it if they saw her. Her normally bright and vibrant clothing was replaced with black sweats and a black hoodie with the hood drawn tight, devoid of any happiness. Her demeanor was currently much the same, a frown plastered across her normally cheery face as she looked up to the streetlights, double checking the street she was on. The entrance was close, about one more block.

Needless to say, the note had caught her off guard. Enjoying a brief vacation, she was surprised to wake up one morning with a letter slipped under her door during the night. What could this have been, that whoever had left it had come in the middle of the night?

“We have your master. Come to this address if you ever want to see him alive again.”

As Mika clenched both the note and her teeth, she quickly stepped inside a door with three red stripes on it. She had known what the note meant immediately. Still, she couldn’t believe it. Master Zangief, taken? There was no way. A monstrous man like him, who fought regularly against all manner of amazing fighters, could have never been taken like this. Even though she refused to believe it, she had to know what was up. Who had the gall to pull a stunt like this?

Stepping inside, Mika saw two long hallways stretching in either directions, going both ways with rooms lining them down, all of them a couple of feet apart from one another. Mika had expected it to look bad, as the neighborhood that it was situated in was… well, calling it a rough neighborhood would have been kind. The tile floor was cracked all the way down, the paint peeled off the walls, while the lights down the hallway flickered, giving off a horror movie vibe. However, Mika wasn’t bothered, not in the slightest. In her current mood, if this was a horror movie, she would be the monster.

“Hey! Whoever the hell called me to this stinking joint, I’m here!” Mika bellowed into the hallway, not concerned at all with what her shouting might bring.

“Oh! One sec, one sec!” A rather scratchy male voice called back, from one of the rooms in the hallway to the right of her. After about five seconds, a short, slightly chubby man in a dress shirt and slacks stepped out. “No need to shout, missy, I’m right- uuaakk!”

His words were cut off as Mika dashed towards him, snatching his collar quickly and quite easily lifting him off of his feet, before planting him back-first into the wall, holding him up a good foot off the ground.

“So, you think pulling stunts like that is funny?” Mika growled, her eyes burning with a look that could scare off feral animals. “I’ll give you about a half a minute to explain yourself and beg for forgiveness. And then you’d better hope I’m in a good mood.”

“Waitnopleasedonthurt- huh?” His frenzied pleading was cut off as he suddenly took a closer look at the angry face that now confronted him. Staring at the bright blue eyes that blazed with anger, and the slight hint of golden blonde hair that was mostly hidden by the hood. “You… you’re Mika!”

“Right, and I presume that you’re the human slug that slipped that note under my door.”

“I- uh- well, you see…”

“You’d better start talking if you don’t want me to introduce your skull to this here tile floor.” Mika said, slamming her foot down and cracking the tile under her as she did so. “I want to know why you think you can get away with this, and I want to know NOW!” Mika shouted the last word, causing the thug to flinch backwards.

“Look, look, look! I’ll tell you, just let me talk!” He cried, his voice noticeably rising in pitch as he yelled out. Mika simply stood still, not moving a muscle at all, maintaining both her grip on his collar and her glare, waiting. “Look, I’m sorry we took your master, it was just orders. And I did slip the note under your door, but it was for the boss. He has something he wants you to do, and he wanted you to have good reason to comply.”

“By faking a kidnap of Master Zangief? Did you both honestly think that would work?”

“Faking? What are you- Look, it might just be easier to talk to our boss. He can give you all the answers and more.” He pleaded, his eyes full of fear. However, his feet slowly reconnected with the ground as Mika let him go.

“Alright, well then lead me to him.” Mika said as she dropped him. “Just be quick about it, or we’ll have a problem.”

“Alright, alright, I hear ya. We’ll get there as quick as we can.” He said, a slightly annoyed tone creeping into his voice, his confidence seemingly bolstered by the fact that he had gotten Mika to release him. “You know, you always seem a lot cheerier in your matches on TV.”

“Yeah, well, after I teach you and your boss a lesson about messing with people like this, I’ll feel a lot better.” She said softly, however her voice had lost none of its edge.

“Right, look, just be polite when you meet the boss. You’re gonna want to hear him out, for the sake of your master. And by the way, the name’s Camden” The thug said as they walked. He led Mika down the hallways, making a multitude of turns this way and that. Mika studied the building as they walked, noting that it was much larger than she had initially thought. After a brief period, Camden and Mika arrived at a set of stairs, climbing up them and arriving at a short hallway with a door at the end. They walked quickly to the door, before Camden walked over to it, standing in front of it. “Alright, here we go. And remember, manners.”

As the door swung open, Mika stepped quickly inside, ready to confront whoever had planned this. Immediately upon entering, Mika was greeted with the sight of an opulent room, well furnished, a stark contrast to the decrepit building she had just walked through. And in the middle, a large, beautiful wooden desk, and a comfy office chair which sat the boss, a tall, moderately built middle aged man. He seemed quite comfortable as Mika strolled in, greeting her with a smile, though it had a hint of smugness to it.

“Rainbow Mika, the greatest female wrestler in the world, in my opinion of course.”

“Look, flattery won’t save you from an ass kicking. Who are you, and where do you get off making fake threats like that?”

“Fake threats? Mika, I’m sorry if you felt threatened by my note, it wasn’t meant to scare you, merely to provide some incentive. But it wasn’t a fake threat, not by any means.” The boss said, seemingly not fazed at all by Mika’s threats.

“Really? Master Zangief would never even get hurt by a bunch of losers like you.” Mika spat the words out with much venom, gesturing to Camden as she said the word “losers.” “So, if you think that just saying that you took him will get me to listen to you, you’re crazy.”

The boss’ eyes glimmered at her words, and the corners of his mouth twitched slowly upwards into a crooked smile.

“Maybe you’d like to hear from him. Camden, go ahead.” The boss said quietly. Camden quickly walked past the boss’ desk, to the back wall of the room. Looking closely at him, Mika noticed that he was walking towards a door in the back of the room that she hadn’t even noticed when she entered. Camden reached the door, turning and giving Mika a smug smirk, before knocking the door three times, and calling out.

“Go ahead and let him talk.”

There was a pause, and a long silence, before…

“MIKA!” A voice bellowed from the other side. Mika’s eyes went wide. Her jaw dropped. That voice. It was unmistakable. It was Zangief. “MIKA! DON’T… LISTEN… AAAAAHH!” A scream echoed through the door, before silence.

“Master Zangief!” Mika cried, taking a rushed step towards the door, before she was stopped by the boss.

“Stop. Don’t move, or things will only get worse for him. Just listen, and he’ll be fine.”

“Uuurgh…” Mika let out a low growl, furious, but also terrified for her master. How did they get him? And why? “What do you want?” Mika cried out, her voice notably panicked.

“I want you to wrestle for me, in this arena.”

“Wha- what?” Mika asked, slightly confused.

“I want you to wrestle for me, and I want to make sure that you’re willing to do what I want you too. Go on, take a look out that window.” The boss said, gesturing to a small window on the wall to Mika’s left. When she looked out it, she let out a slight gasp. A large circular room, with stadium seating all around. And in the middle, a wrestling ring. The rowdy crowd was waiting during the intermission, and looking among them, Mika could see why the boss felt the need to blackmail her. They were clearly the dregs of society, that much she could tell from their look, and they seemed as though they were waiting for a bloodbath, clearly here to watch wrestlers beat one another senseless. Mika was stunned form this revelation, but also filled with a bit of confidence. A wrestling match? If that’s what they wanted her for, this would be a cakewalk.

“So you want me to pound some poor wrestler in the ring, fine. But you’ll let Master Zangief go afterwards?” Mika asked. She didn’t really want to entertain this idea, but she had no choice. She knew the awful feeling that the jeering, perverted crowd was going to give her, but she could tough it out and get it over with, and it would all be good.

“Not so simple, actually.” The boss interjected, causing Mika to raise an eyebrow, before he continued. “You’re going to be wrestling my nephew. He’s an aspiring wrestler, just starting out wrestling for me, in my, ‘special’ promotion. He’s still pretty new to this, even though he won his last few fights. And I’m sure that he, as well as I, would like his winning streak to continue.” The boss said with a grin.

Mika paused, several things in that sentence catching her attention. Obviously something fishy was going on with this promotion, but more than that…

“Are you asking me to throw the fight?” Mika asked, the anger returning to her voice. An insult to her pride like this, coming from this sleaze ball, was almost too much to bear. She never wanted to lose to other professional wrestlers, and she would never dream of throwing a fight to some rookie.

“I’m not asking you.” The boss said politely, before jerking his head towards the door that blocked her from her master.

Mika balked, remembering the stakes here. She swallowed some pride, keeping silent for a long time, before finally answering.

“All right. So I go out there, lay down, and one two three.” Mika whispered, almost unable to believe that she was agreeing to this, despite the fact that she had no choice. However, the boss shook his head.

“No. I want this to be entertaining. The crowd loves seeing the women put up a fight.” So, this was what it was about. This promotion brought in women to be squashed for the crowd’s amusement. It was starting to make sense. “Here, take this.” The boss said, holding out his hand and giving her a bracelet. “I’ll leave the wrestling to your discretion. But when I’m not happy with the match is going, this bracelet will light up green and vibrate. If it does that, then you had best change how the match is going. But it’s not all bad. If I want you to start coming back, say after being knocked out, it’ll give you a small shock that should be enough to keep you in the match. So, you understand all that?”

Mika couldn’t believe it. She wanted to destroy this man and his goons, but she had no choice. Silently, she grabbed the bracelet and slipped it on, giving a heavy sigh as she accepted her fate, doing her best to swallow her pride. She stood staring at it for a while, before looking up.

“Alright, so I’m going out there now?” She asked, getting ready.

“No, there’s still a match that goes on before yours. And you need to get into some real gear. But don’t worry, we’ve provided some. Camden will take you to the locker room, and when you hear the announcer call your name, you’re good to go.” The boss said with an evil grin as he stared at Mika. As Camden started to lead Mika out of the room and to the locker room, the boss stopped him, having one last message. “And Mika. I’m looking forward to a great match.”

Mika stepped into the locker room, looking around. Standard, although maybe a bit less care given to it. On the wall was a hook, a clothes hanger hanging from it. And on the hanger was… her gear? Mika stepped forward, feeling more confused, pinching the fabric between her fingers. Immediately, Mika could tell that it wasn’t actually her outfit. It was made to look identical, so much so that you would never be able to tell the two apart from looking at them. But the fabric of this outfit was… thinner, cheaper, and all around worse than hers. Mika made a face, not looking forward to this.

The blonde wrestler took a moment, scanning the locker room. Of course. In the corner, she spied a tiny security camera, covering the room. She gave a heavy sigh, silently cursing the boss, knowing that he was watching right now. Mika flipped off the camera, before stripping down to her underwear, very quickly throwing on the new outfit, not trying to give the boss too much of a show. Still… Mika looked down at her gear, for once feeling a bit uneasy about it. A stylish blue and white one piece, with frills on the gear. However, there were many spots that were cut out and left open, the most notable being her chest, showing off her sizeable chest with plenty of cleavage, and her ass, the back of the outfit entirely cut out, except for a thin blue strip that acted as a thong, that was lost in her crack. The outfit had never bothered her before, but now with this cheap version, in front of this crowd, she became a bit worried. However, she knew she had to just get through this, for Zangief.

After sitting in the locker room for a while, listening to the noises of the crowd, she heard a microphone come on. This must be what she was waiting for.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, we have a very, veeeeery special treat for you tonight! A special guest, come to wrestle for us, a world-renowned wrestler, and one of the greatest women’s wrestlers alive! THE BEAUTIFUL, THE SEXY, THE BLONDE BOMBSHELL HERSELF, RAINBOW MIKA!” The announcer bellowed, the crowd roaring with delight as the announcer called her out. Mika simply took a deep breath, and began her walk to the ring.

The crowds cheering became even louder as Mika emerged from the locker room, heading to the ring. Her normal waving to the audience and smiling was gone, and she tried to keep her face blank, although a slight grimace could be seen. She was simply glad that the mask obscured part of her face, so that she could at least take solace in that. She slid into the ring, going to stand in the corner. She stood still, ignoring the whistles and catcalling, trying not to focus on the shouting, despite hearing some of the most perverted and vile things she had ever heard before. Standing quietly, she took a good look at the ring announcer, before noticing that there was no ref. She felt a bit of fear. That mean that there were no rules. That either the crowd or the other wrestlers were going to count the pin, and there was no ref to stop anything dirty.

Eventually, the announcer began to call out her opponent. Mika barely payed attention, instead cursing her predicament. She turned and looked upwards, seeing the window to the boss’ office and glaring daggers at it, hoping that he could see her.

“The currently undefeated, crowd favorite! The big, the brutal, KRIEG!” The crowd roared with approval as the young man stepped out. He was a couple inches taller than Mika, with a big, muscular frame. He wore a pair of black boots and purple tights, with a matching purple luchador mask, obscuring all of his face except for where the mouth was cut out, allowing Mika to see the confident smile he wore to the ring. However, as she watched him, his posture, his form, his movements… they were all off. Mika could tell just from years of experience that this guy was clearly a rookie, not ready for a match with someone of her caliber. However, experience didn’t matter now. It continued to kill Mika on the inside, but she knew that this match had to end with her as the loser, and this guy as the victor.

“So, you’re Rainbow Mika. It’s so cool to meet you in person, and such an honor to wrestle you. Although I gotta be honest, I’m pretty good, and on one hell of a streak, so don’t hold it against me if I win!” Krieg said, grinning and moving to his corner. Despite the unchanging look on her face, on the inside, Mika was dumbstruck. This kid… thought this was real! He actually thought that it was a real match! And the sinking feeling in Mika’s gut worsened as she realized, this kid, and this audience, were all going to think his victory was real! And to make things worse, there was no way word wouldn’t spread. Mika felt horrified, but there were no other options. She knew what would happen if she refused. She quietly leaned against her corner, waiting for the bell.

DING DING DING

The bell sounded loudly, and Mika stepped forward, crouching down and centering herself, bringing her hands up into a classic wrestling stance. Krieg did the same, however, it was clearly unbalanced, his weight way too far forward. Mika let it slide however, waiting for him to make a move. Krieg circled her for a moment, before quickly stepping forward and thrusting his foot out, aiming for a boot to the gut. Mika quickly sidestepped the boot, and as his momentum carried him forward, stepped in and delivered a wicked chop to his chest. The loud slapping sound echoed around the arena, and a couple of fans winced as they heard the noise.

“AAAH!” Krieg gasped as he stumbled back, his hands clutching his stinging chest, a bright red mark already visible where she had chopped him. Mika didn’t wait however, stepping forward and grabbing one of his arms, before pulling him towards her sharply, slamming her other arm across his chest with a lariat, taking him off of his feet. Krieg slapped the mat, frustrated, getting up to one knee, however Mika didn’t want to let him rest. As he turned to face her, she hopped up and slammed both feet into his face, nailing a huge dropkick! Mika landed and quickly crawled back to her feet, while Krieg held his jaw on the ground, rocked from the dropkick. The crowd was a bit mixed, some cheering for Krieg, although some were in awe as they watched Mika go to town on her opponent. As she walked over to him, quickly grabbing one of his legs and lifting it up, holding it in both hands.

BZZZZZ!

Mika stopped, looking down. The bracelet. It glowed a faint green, not enough that anyone else would know, and vibrated her arm slightly. Mika cursed to herself. Of course. She had been doing good, really good. Too good. And the boss had decided that it was time for things to get a bit more even. Mika hesitated, holding Krieg’s foot as she stood waiting.

After a longer period than she was used to waiting, Krieg finally turned, pulling the leg she was holding back in, while kicking his other leg out.

“UUGH!” Mika gasped as his boot slammed solidly into her gut, nailing her abs and driving the wind out of her. Mika bent forward, crossing her arms over her stomach as she tried to catch her breath. Mika’s soft and supple skin hid incredible muscles, but even with her physique and all her training, getting hit, getting slammed, getting stretched… it was all still very much painful. And Krieg was no slouch when it came to power.

With his leg free of Mika’s grip, Krieg quickly got up to his feet, before stepping towards the winded girl and swinging a wild forearm at her temple. Mika, still winded, tried to bring her arms up to stop the blow. She managed to get her arm in the way, taking some power off the blow, but Krieg still muscled his arm through her block, his forearm slamming into her temple with a dull thud.

Mika’s vision blurred, and she dropped to one knee, bringing a hand up to grasp her head where she was struck. Krieg wasted no time, grabbing one of her pigtails and yanking her up to her feet, before pulling her head forward, into his armpit, and locking her in a headlock. Mika brought her arms up to push at his arm, trying to pry it off, but Krieg kept his grip tight, not letting her escape. He grinned, before throwing himself backwards, landing on his back and drilling Mika’s head into the mat with a DDT!

-THUMP- “UURRK!”

A loud grunt came from Mika as her head connected solidly with the mat, stunning her even more that the forearm to the temple. She groaned and brought her hands up to her head, grabbing it and trying to ease the awful headache she was starting to suffer from. The crowd on the other hand, started to get loud as Krieg nailed the move, beginning to give them the show that the wanted. Krieg gave a slight smirk, the crowd firmly behind him, before reaching down and grabbing Mika by the hair, yanking her up to her feet.

“AACK! Damnit!” Mika cried out in pain as her hair was yanked, bringing her hand up to strike Krieg. Krieg however, saw this coming, and brought up his hand, catching her arm in his grip. Then, yanking her forward, he threw his own head towards her, their skulls connecting solidly with a headbutt that caused the crowd to gasp. Mika’s head snapped back, black spots appearing in front of her eyes.

“Focus, Mika, focus!” Mika’s determination managed to bring her back from the daze she was in, but she was still in no position to fight back. Krieg quickly reached out, grabbing her neck with one hand, and slipping his other hand in between her legs, eliciting a small squeak of surprise from Mika. Krieg quickly lifted her up high, gorilla pressing her over his head, showcasing his impressive strength. Mika looked down, seeing the ground get father and farther away as she was lifted up, her squirming unable to free her from Krieg’s grip. Krieg proceeded to hold the beautiful blonde captive, parading around the ring with her over his head, a cocky grin showing from the hole in his mask.

“Well, what do you think I should do?” Krieg called out to the crowd, completely fulfilled by the roars and cheers as he carried the bombshell around.

“BREAK HER! BREAK HER! BREAK HER!”

“Man, already? Well, I suppose if you all say so. Sorry Mika, but I’ve got to give these folks a good show.” Krieg says, giving her a smug grin as he does.

Mika’s eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. However, there was nothing she could do to stop it. Krieg quickly dropped down to one knee, before yanking Mika down, twisting her as she fell so that she fell back first, and slammed her down across his knee, brutalizing her spine with a huge backbreaker!

“AAAAAAAGGHH!” Mika let out a pained scream as her back crashed down onto Krieg’s outstretched knee, her back suddenly bent painfully backwards as she hit. The rest of her body tensed up upon impact, and after a few seconds she then went limp, laying weakly, her back bent over Krieg’s knee. The crowd erupted, cheering for the gorgeous wrestler’s destruction, quite pleased with Krieg’s compliance as they had voiced their wishes. But he wasn’t satisfied with that. One hand quickly found its way to her thighs, while the other grasped her chin, before both pushed down forcefully, bending Mika’s hurting back even farther over his knee.

“How you feeling down there Mika?” Krieg asked, pushing down hard on her legs and chin, stretching her spine across his leg.

“AAAAAAGGGHH!”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re doing too hot. Maybe you just need to stretch a bit more.” Krieg continues to taunt, easing up on the pressure for a second, before pushing down twice as hard as before.

“AAAAAAAAAHHH! AAAAAGGGHH!”

The crowd whooped and hollered, going wild as the voluptuous wrestler was bent across Krieg’s knee, pained yells erupting from her mouth as he exerted his control over her. His hand squeezed down on her smooth thighs as he pushed, and her face contorted with pain as he pushed down on her legs and chin. Eventually, however, Krieg decided that it was time for some different torture.

He quickly moved both his hands to Mika’s shoulders, yanking her back upright so that she was standing, albeit on shaky legs. He quickly got up behind her, slipping a hand between her legs again, the other clutching the fabric of her outfit at the back, hoisting her up and draping her back across his shoulders. One arm quickly wrapped itself around her legs, while his other hand reached up and grabbed her chin, holding her in place.

“Let’s see if this helps your back any!” Krieg yelled, yanking down hard on both her legs and her chin, bending the poor blackmailed beauty in a brutal torture rack!

“AAAAAHHHHH! AAAAAAAGGHHH!” Mika screamed as her spine bent further and further back across Krieg’s powerful shoulders

“Come on Mika, what do you say? Do I hear a submission?” Krieg asked as he pulled down hard on her chin and legs.

“AAAAAGGH! NOOOO! DAMNIT!” Mika cried out, refusing to submit, her pride as a wrestler not allowing her to succumb to this rookie’s submission, as painful as it was.

“Hmph. Maybe you need a little incentive.” Krieg said with a devious smirk. He pauses for a moment, before beginning to stomp in a circle around the ring, parading Mika around and allowing the audience to get a good view of her screaming in pain as each step sent a jolt of pain down her spine, bending it further and further over his shoulders. The audience, for their part, were eating it all up.

“TAP! TAP! TAP!” They chanted, eager to see the proud wrestler submit, giving in to the awful pain in her back. But she refused, not ready to give, much to the boss’ delight.

“UUUUGGHH! GAAAAAAAHHH!” Mika screamed, still not giving. Eventually, Krieg’s stomping came to an end, an annoyed frown replacing the grin that he had as he paraded the wailing girl around on his shoulders.

“Fine, be stubborn then. It just means more pain for you!” He cries, quickly dropping to his knees, bending Mika’s back across his shoulders brutally far as he landed, before dropping her and allowing the hurt girl to slide off, falling onto the floor limply.

“AACK!” Mika’s sharp squeal of pain as Krieg dropped to his knees echoed through the arena, and the fans cheered loudly as her body flopped to the mat, lying limply. Krieg would give her no time to rest however, quickly picking her up by the hair, which only elicited a weak groan of protest from Mika. He dragged her over to the corner, propping her up so she was standing, leaning against the turnbuckle. Krieg turned around, turning his back to her, before running at the opposite corner, intending to bounce off of it, gathering a full head of steam before delivering a big splash in the corner, squashing Mika’s body against his own.

Mika winced and grimaced as she tried to straighten herself up in the corner, leaning heavily against it. Krieg stood in front of her, still looking a bit irritated that he couldn’t force a submission from her. He turned around, before sprinting over to the corner, clearly intending to bounce off it. Time seemed to slow down for Mika as she watched this happen. She wasn’t ready to just lie down, not like the boss would let her anyway, and she saw an opportunity, years of experience telling her this was her chance to turn it around.

As Krieg started to sprint, Mika paused a bit, before springing after him, her back screaming in protest, but she pushed through the pain. As she neared Krieg, he hit the corner, beginning to turn around. Mika quickly leaped towards him with all the strength in her legs, turning and throwing her rear end directly into his face, one of her signature moves!

As Krieg turned, he was met with the sight of Mika’s ass, seemingly bare thanks to her gear, drawing closer and closer, before slamming into his face. Most guys would kill to have Mika’s ass in their face, or so she’d heard from a few particularly perverted fans online, but as Krieg was hit with her butt, he briefly saw stars, the blow knocking him off of his feet and stunning him. Mika also collapsed as she hit the ground, clutching her aching back.

Both fighters laid on the mat, trying to recover. Eventually, Mika started to get up, pushing herself up first to her knees, before regaining her feet. At the same time, Krieg began to rise, getting to one knee and turning to face Mika.

“You stupid bitch, you- UGH!” Krieg’s head snapped backwards, as while he was busy talking, Mika had caught him square in the jaw with a superkick. Krieg collapsed backwards, lying on his back, the kick clearly having left him seeing stars. Mika knew that she might be able to get the pin, but… the boss would never allow it. The crowd had fallen a bit quiet, a bit shocked from the way that Mika had turned the tables. She felt the beginnings of a smug grin come to her face. It felt good to show these assholes that she wasn’t just some dumb bimbo jobber. The smirk quickly faded as she remembered that at the end of this, in their eyes, that’s exactly what she would be.

Despite her pride being preemptively wounded, Mika still kept going with this advantage that she had. She quickly grabbed Krieg’s legs, yanking the dazed wrestler to the center of the ring. She quickly grabbed one, stepping over it and bending it around her own leg, before crossing it over Krieg’s other leg, and finally bringing her free leg down on it, trapping him in a figure four leg lock!

“AAAFGH! FUCK! LET GO!” Krieg hollered as his leg was bent brutally in the hold. The crowd, having watched the tides completely turn, began to boo. Mika couldn’t tell if they were booing her for doing well, or Krieg for allowing her to make a comeback, and quite honestly, she didn’t care. She poured as much pressure as she could onto the hold, bending Krieg’s knee painfully.

“How’s it feel when the shoes on the other foot, asshole?” Mika called out loudly, her taunting eliciting a wave of boos. Maybe taunting an opponent that she was certain to lose to was a bad idea, but right now, it just felt too good to pass up, feeling a bit of sweet revenge.

“GGGGUUUUUUHH! YOU BITCH!” Krieg hollered, writhing in pain as his leg was bent. He cried out and clutched his head with his hands, the pain in his leg starting to overwhelm him. He let out a few more angry and pained shouts, before his wrestling training started to kick in. He quickly turned his upper body, clearly trying to flip Mika over and reverse the pressure of the hold. Mika however, quickly turned her body the opposite way, stopping him from doing so. She gave a sly smile. There was no way some rookie was going to reverse her-.

BBZZZZZZT!

Mika’s eyes widened, and her head turned to look at her wrist. The bracelet. Glowing a faint green and vibrating softly. She was doing too well. Maybe the boss wanted her to release the hold and… No. Mika knew what he wanted, and her entire feeling of satisfaction from her comeback quickly drained away. Her face morphed back into a cold mask, and she sighed heavily, resigning herself to what was going to happen and preparing for the pain. The next time Krieg twisted, Mika’s upper body didn’t move at all, and slowly but surely, Krieg twisted until the both of them rolled over to their stomach, him having successfully reversed the hold.

Immediately, pain flooded into Mika’s leg, and her moans of pain took over again. They were almost inaudible over the crowd’s cheering as she had her hold reversed, but they could clearly tell that once again, Mika was in tons of pain.

“AAAAAAARRRHH! UUUUGGH!” Mika cried out as her foot was bent, her leg instantly being bent farther than it should be. The crowd whooped and hollered, as while Mika was stuck in the hold, her rear end was stuck upwards into the air, jiggling alluringly as she writhed in pain.

“There we go bitch. ‘How’s it feel when the shoes on the other foot, asshole?’” Krieg said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, mocking her taunting from earlier. He braced his hands on the mat, pouring as much pressure onto her leg as he could.

“YYAAAAAAAHHHH! MY LEG!” Mika wailed as her leg was bent painfully far, a screaming victim of what had originally been her submission hold. Krieg gave one last jerk on her legs, before letting the hold go, allowing Mika to gasp and clutch her leg, laying in the center of the mat.

Krieg rose slowly to his feet, looking with contempt at Mika as she moaned and clutched her leg in the center of the ring. Krieg scowled, rubbing his own knee, before walking over to Mika with a slight limp. He quickly brought his foot down on her back, causing a gasp of pain from the beaten blonde. After a few more stomps to the downed wrestler, he sat down on her back, facing her head.

“Let’s see how you do in this, cupcake. Hope your back is still good enough to handle it.” Krieg whispered in her ear. He quickly reached down, grabbing her right arm and dragging it backwards over his right knee. He then reached down and grabbed her left arm, pulling it up over his knee.

“Uuuuhhh… huh? No, wait! No!” Mika cried as she stirred slightly, feeling her arms pulled over Krieg’s knees. However, Krieg had zero interest in showing Mika any mercy. He reached down under her head, lacing his fingers together under her chin. He paused for a moment, before suddenly yanking back as hard as he could, pulling poor Mika into an excruciating camel clutch!

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! GGAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!” Mika let out a long, tortured scream as she was bent backwards, incredibly far. Krieg pulled and pulled and pulled until Mika’s face was pointing directly up, staring straight at the ceiling, her spine bending horribly as her back was stretched farther than it had ever been before. Krieg however, relished the moment, even more than the crowd.

“AAAAAGGGHH! NOOOO! MY BACK! MY BAAACK!” Mika screamed out as he only pulled back farther and farther on the camel clutch, torturing the poor wrestler who never had a chance in this match. As Mika was bent backwards, screaming as she looked up at the ceiling, Krieg leaned over her, putting his face mere inches away from hers. He studied her every beautiful feature as she screamed, his eye then wandering towards her chest, her cleavage quite noticeable from this angle. As her back was stretched backwards, torturously far, it caused her chest to be pushed outwards, causing a noticeable rise in volume among the audience. Her breasts strained against the cheap fabric, pushing hard and accentuating her cleavage more than the outfit already did, looking like they were going to pop out any moment.

During all this, Mika only felt pain. She screamed and cried out as she was bent, in agony as Krieg applied one of the worst camel clutches she’d ever been caught in.

“You know, you’re absolutely gorgeous when you scream.” Krieg whispered to her, a pure evil smile seen from under his mask

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAGHH!” Mika’s tortured screams continued for a while longer, before finally, Krieg let her go, releasing her chin and letting her fall weakly onto the mat, completely drained and in excruciating pain from the awful camel clutch she had just endured.

Krieg stood, standing over the brutalized girl, giving her a menacing look. He then turned and scanned the crowd, seeing them more excited than ever.

“Well, what do you think? Is it time to put away Rainbow Mika?” He asked them. The thunderous roar of approval he received was all he needed to hear.

He bent down, grabbing Mika by her golden locks, yanking the hurting wrestler to her feet. All Mika uttered was a pained whimper as she was yanked up, unable to fight back, the pain in her spine completely overwhelming her. Krieg grinned, grabbing her and flipping her upside down, wrapping his arms around her waist. Mika’s golden pigtails fell and laid on the floor, as her legs pointed straight up, on either side of Krieg’s head, putting her in tombstone piledriver position.

“Uuuhh… no… please…” Mika gasped, finally broken, and just wanting the pain to stop. She was in so much pain from the submissions she suffered, and could no longer fight back. She was scared of being hit with a move as devastating at the tombstone piledriver in a state like this, but it seems mercy was not coming her way. Krieg held her up, listening to the crowd roar, before quickly dropping to his knees, drilling Mika’s head into the canvas.

Mika blacked out instantly, the move knocking her out cold, the pain of it all was just too much. As Krieg let her go, she flopped onto her back, laying still. He took his time crawling over her, pinning her down leisurely, and slapping the mat, slowly, relishing every moment of this pinfall. The crowd counted along each time his hand hit.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

ZZZAAPP!

“THR- AAAAAHHH!”

Suddenly, Mika’s shoulder exploded off the mat, kicking out just before Krieg was finished counting.

“WHAT?” Krieg screamed, furious, but more than anything, shocked.

Mika stirred weakly, dazed and completely confused. Where was she… she was… she was… It took a bit, but the memories came back. All of it up to when she was hit by the piledriver. So then, had she lost? From the angry snarl that could be seen under Krieg’s mask, and the noise of the crowd, she didn’t think so. Then what had…? The buzzer! The buzzer in the bracelet had gone off, forcing Mika awake, and she had kicked out by instinct. But why had he done it? It was when she looked at Krieg walking towards her, clearly furious, that she realized.

“No… no… stay away…” The blonde bombshell pleaded, trying to crawl away from Krieg as he walked towards her, fuming.

“How?! How in the hell?!” He yelled, furious. “I can’t believe you… you know what. Never mind. I don’t know how you kicked out, but if that’s the case… it seems I just need to put you down again.”

With those words, he surged forward, grabbing Mika and yanking her to her knees roughly. Mika shrieked as her hair was yanked, trying to pry Krieg’s hand off, but she didn’t have the strength anymore. Krieg yanked her head in between his legs, wrapping his arms around her waist, before flipping her up so that she was sitting atop his shoulders.

“No! Noooo!!” Mika gasped as she was hefted up, knowing she was in an awful position. She saw the canvas, looking dizzyingly far down, and knew that this would put her down for the count. Fear took over now, worried that this was going to go way too far. “No! Don’t! Put me down, please!”

Krieg wouldn’t hear any of it. He held Mika on his shoulders, giving her a moment for the fear to sink in, letting her realize that he was about to destroy her. He took one last second to close his eyes and breathe in deeply, relishing the feeling of Mika’s crotch so close to his face, barely hidden behind the cheap fabric, before yanking her down and falling to his rear, slamming her down with a huge sit-out powerbomb!

“UUH!” Mika’s back and head slammed into the mat, and darkness immediately took over, the poor blonde once again knocked unconscious. She lay still, her legs up, resting on Krieg’s shoulders, her chest rising and falling steadily.

Krieg watched with great satisfaction as Mika impacted upon the mat hard, before laying still. He held her legs up against his body, grinning as the crowd cheered. Slowly, he brought a hand down, beginning to count again, the crowd joining in loudly.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

ZZAAAPP!

“THR- WHHAAA!”

Again, a jolt went through Mika’s body, and her shoulder jerked up, brought suddenly back to consciousness without her even realizing it. Her head swam, and everything looked blurry. She mustered enough strength to lift her head slightly up. She saw Krieg, sitting and holding her legs, breathing heavily, barely containing his anger at her refusal to stay down.

Krieg couldn’t believe it. How? Why? He had no idea that Mika’s refusal to stay down wasn’t even her own. But he was mad.

“Fine. It looks like I’m not going to pin you. But this is going to be a lot worse.” Krieg said coldly, quickly standing up. He grabbed Mika’s legs, tucking them under his arms, standing over her menacingly.

“Well, since she won’t stay down, how about we just bend poor little Mika here until she taps?” Krieg shouts to the eager audience. A massive roar followed, the crowd eager to see the strong, proud wrestler submit to Krieg.

“No… Don’t…” Mika groaned from the ground. Anything but this. Being pinned by a rookie in a rigged match like this was awful, a horrifying thought. But tapping out to him? There couldn’t be anything worse.

Krieg simply grinned at her quiet pleading, before rolling her over, stepping over and sitting down into an absolutely torturous boston crab, bending the back that he’d already worked over in a brutal hold.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! FUUUUUCK! AAAAAAGGGHH!” Mika let out an agonized scream, her back once again subjected to torturous pain as she was bent cruelly, her body immediately forming a “C” shape as Krieg yanked back on her legs, bending her in the boston crab. He grinned, her screams only seeming to spur him on as he pulled on her legs.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHH! NOOOOO!”

“What’s wrong Mika? You wouldn’t stay down, so maybe you’d rather tap!” Krieg yelled, tugging back on her legs with each word. Mika’s back felt like it was breaking as he bent her. The pain was worse than anything that had happened previously in the match. Black spots began to swim in front of her eyes, and she could tell that this kind of agony might make her pass out. She wanted it to stop, she desperately wanted the pain to stop, but at the same time… Tapping out to this, she would never live it down. Submitting to this guy would haunt her for the rest of her life.

“TAP! TAP! TAP!” The crowd chanted wildly, cheering as Krieg brutally bent poor Mika.

“You hear them Mika! It’s time to tap out!” Krieg screams, pulling on her legs as hard as he could. Mika’s back was bent even further, slowly changing from a “C” to a circle. Her shrieking grew louder and her vision was starting to fade, everything replaced by pain. Eventually, as her feet were inches away from the back of her head, the pain was too much.

“AAAAAAAHHHH! I… I… I GIVE! I GIVE UP! I GIIIIIIIVE!” Mika wailed, slamming her hand down on the mat repeatedly, tapping out to the torturous boston crab. The crowd lost their minds seeing the proud wrestler tap out to the hold, submitting as the pain got to be too much.

Krieg wasn’t done yet however.

“I think you need to learn your lesson for not quitting sooner.” Krieg said coldly, giving one more tug, Mika’s feet actually touching the back of her head as he bent her to her absolute limit in the boston crab.

The beaten blonde gave one long wail as the pain overwhelmed her, before quickly her voice faded, and the pain was too much. Her head flopped to the mat as she passed out from the pain.

Krieg released her legs, letting them flop to the mat. He stood, looking at the once proud wrestler, soaking in the glory of having forced her to desperately submit and tap out to him. Eventually, he left, knowing that he would cherish the memory of this victory forever.

Up in a familiar small office, overlooking the arena, the boss smiled and stepped away from the window. He stepped over to his desk, sitting down with a devilish grin. After a brief silence, he turned to Camden.

“That was every bit the entertaining defeat I thought it would be. And I have to say, great job with that recording of Zangief.”

“Not a problem boss. Just had to find a few clips of some promos on YouTube, and I had all I needed. Still can’t believe she fell for it. She’s gonna be furious when she finds out we never had him.”

“Well, it won’t be a problem. We’ll be out of here by then, on to the next place. We’ve got plenty of prospects left on our list. But after that performance… I guarantee, one day, we’ll be back for round two with Rainbow Mika.”