LAW APEX Finals Match: Sophia Wolfe Vs Brynhild Ederne

[thesteedman]

Sophia Wolfe had been through some choice encounters since coming to LAW. Alcina was the first to terrorise her, taking a twisted fascination in her form before stalking, crushing and biting her like some vampire. Nha and Sha made no efforts to hide their twisted nature, both managing to capture and torture Sophia relentlessly. Serilda more recently had taken issue with Sophia ever since Thereisa adopted her into their family, looking to try and push her out and make her life hell until the two finally settled their affairs. All had pushed Sophia in some brutal fashion to try and break her body and will, putting her through terrible experiences... but never in her career as a wrestler had she been put through such brutal torture and agony as she had been now.

This no longer felt like a wrestling match, but a fight for survival! Brynhild put Sophia through the most painful experience she had ever endured. Her back felt like it was on fire, having been near impaled and then bent around the turnbuckle in agonising fashion. Her stomach was in constant pain, over strained from all the body blows and crushing. Her face was still half covered in blood that had dripped down onto her shoulder and a little down her chest. She could still taste copper from where blood ebbed from within her mouth, knowing she no doubt had some form of internal injury. It felt like she had been hit by a truck, her entire form bringing her agony with each movement. Her spine especially gave her issue, as Sophia clutched her lower back, unable to do anything as Brynhild set up the table, beginning to edge towards a finish for this agonising Apex Final.

Sophia shook her head, despair taking her when Brynhild threatened to squeeze her. Her body had already been through so much, she could not take any more of it, fearing the thought of being locked in another embrace. Sophia had been squeezed many times, but none had compared to how brutal and violent Brynhild could crush another woman. She tried to pull away, but her back distracted her with seering pain, making her grimace, allowing Brynhild to pull her in and flip her onto her shoulders. The heavyweight woman turned and walked towards the table, ready to put Sophia through it.

"Nein!" Sophia shouted out, before sending a solid fist into Brynhilds head, managing to catch her on her wound from the kick earlier. It spread a little more blood, causing Brynhild to wince in pain. Knowing a powerbomb was imminent, Sophia began to fight more desperately. She was not proud of it... given she always tried to fight with honour, but after all Brynhild had put her through, she was willing to forgive herself certain transgressions. Clawing into Brynhild's face, Sophia would unleash a vicious rake, making sure to catch Brynhild's cut and open it a little more, causing some blood to run down in lines over half the heavyweights face.

She grimaced once more, Brynhild distracted and clearly in pain from the face rake. It gave Sophia a split second, allowing her to strike at Brynhild again, catching her more solidly. Such was the danger of Sophia's attacks, that Brynhild felt this one, making her stagger back... an opening Sophia could not afford to miss. As she staggered, her grip loosened, and Sophia was quick to move, shifting herself higher, before twisting around Brynhild's neck to be seated on her shoulders from behind. She wrapped her legs around her neck before throwing herself backwards, giving a devastating hurricarana upon Brynhild, one that sent her head first into the turnbuckle in severe fashion!

The crowd gasped out, seeing such a terrible impact as both women were down. Sophia, despite her ailing form and lasting pains shifted to relock her legs around Brynhild's head whilst she was stunned, locking in a figure four headscissors from behind.

[The Riders]

Brynhild gasped out as she felt Sophia’s powerful legs wrap around her neck akin to a serpents coil. Her knee wrapped around one of her ankles, before those Gi Pant coated legs managed to tighten and lock, strangling Brynhild. She gagged out, feeling her throat close over, no longer able to draw breath, all of this whilst she was still reeling from being tossed headfirst into the bottom turnbuckle from a dangerous counter. Sophia was beginning to fight back, and every hit had been devastating, from her kicks, to her well timed throws and her debilitating submission holds! Brynhild knew it was time to try and end things, all too aware of the momentum Sophia was building.

Brynhild gave the impression that the blows and holds had did little, but given the intensity of the moves, Brynhild was feeling the hurt. The last kick especially rocked her good, and it took good acting on her part to remain stable when she finally countered Sophia moments ago. Now, she was being choked in a deep headscissors, grasping at Sophia’s thighs, gagging and choking, unable to let air enter her lungs. How Sophia was still wrestling after all she had done to her was a testament to how tough the scarred blonde was. Last match, Brynhild was able to dominate her, mostly by using lewd tactics to throw her off her game… now she had defence against such moves… not a great amount, but enough to keep her in the game.

Grimacing, Brynhild felt Sophia’s thighs tense up, her calf dig into her neck with the air being squeezed from her. Without air, Brynhild would pass out soon, making her gasp out in alarm. Whilst she still possessed strength however, Brynhild would not be detained! Grimacing once more, Brynhild had to move, she had to be free. She felt Sophia’s legs constrict her neck more as she began to shift her body, no doubt trying to prevent her from struggling, but Brynhild was a different beast. She let her anger at being caught in such a hold drive her actions, and in a massive display of pure strength, she began to hoist herself upwards, bringing Sophia with her! Powering upwards, Sophia tried to squeeze her tighter, feeling Brynhild get to her knees.

All at once, Brynhild grasped at Sophia’s hips from behind, looking to make sure she did not retreat! It was then she leapt upwards, before falling backwards, looking to hit Sophia with an electric chair slam. Sophia crashed against the mat, crying out in agony from all the punishment as she landed on her back. It eased her scissor, allowing for Brynhild to break free of her legs. She coughed and gasped out for air, before shouting out in determination, grasping at Sophia’s ankle before she could crawl away. In brutal fashion, Brynhild pulled her towards herself, gathering the German within her arms before she would hoist her upwards into a press with Sophia facing upwards.

The crowd called out in horror and concern, as Brynhild walked around displaying Sophia within her arms, before she would toss her down, back first against her knee in a devastating backbreaker. Sophia instantly folded into a C like shape, her mouth opening to scream but no sound escaping, such was the intensity of the pain. Brynhild smiled, sliding a hand over her bare stomach in a sensual manner, before she tossed her from her knee to collapse against the mat. The crowd began to rage out loud, the sight of such a dangerous move sickening the watching audience as Brynhild further revealed her lack of concern for her opponents. It was a wonder Sophia’s back had not been broken, though the poor German was left writhing on the ground, stunned by the sheer pain.

However, the move was not without consequence to Brynhild as she stood up slowly. Her movements were slowed, a look of anguish befalling her features as the cracks began to show. The heavyweight legend killer was hurting herself, and she could no longer hide it. She leaned against the turnbuckle, taking a few deep breaths, still recovering from the headscissors, whilst blood trickled down the wound above her eye, beginning to coat half her face.
“You got guts Kraut! I will give you that. Last time you barely made a challenge of it, but you’ve grown. You got what it takes to take on the big girls… not today though, it’s time to end this!” Brynhild would declare, taking a deep breath.

Much to the horror of the watching crowd, she began to climb the turnbuckle, looking to go for something big to put an end to the match! The crowd began to gasp out, realising it was looking bad for Sophia if she did not do something quickly!

[thesteedman]

Despite all the agony she was going through after being near broken in half, Sophia knew she could not stay down. It would only get worse for her if she let her ailments get the better of her, as Brynhild showed no signs of letting up this terrible torture. Breathing heavily, grunting in discomfort with any movement given the searing pain in her lower spine, Sophia began to slowly get to her feet, in unison to Brynhild beginning to scale the turnbuckle. Knowing that having a heavyweight leap and smash into you from such a height would not end well for the alluring Middleweight, she bit through the pains in her body, beginning to rise in more haste.

Both women were feeling this match. Despite tanking some heavy blows, Brynhild had managed to put on a display that she was alright, but those cracks were visible now. Too many dangerous slams and deadly kicks were taking a toll on the blonde heavyweight. Both women were bleeding, both glistening with sweat. Sophia looked worse off by far, stripped down to a strapless sports bra top over her chest and her Gi pants. Her body was over strained from the pain and torturous holds. Her hair was unkempt, her face half bloodied. It was a testament to her will and determination that she was even up at all.

She gave chase to Brynhild, waiting until she turned around before looking to spring a trap upon her. Sophia was all too aware that the set up table was nearby, and she looked to use it against Brynhild for daring to set it up in the first place. With a look of anger and sheer focus, Sophia leapt upwards towards the turnbuckle, joining Brynhild before she could fully stand. She struck her hard against the face, finding her balance as Brynhild dropped into a seated position upon the turnbuckle, losing her balance and not having great experience on the heightened ground.

Sophia struck one or two more times for good measure, before turning back to look upon the distance between herself and the table. It was then she tried grasp onto Brynhild, wondering if she even had enough in her to lift the heavyweight and suplex her through the table? Probably not. With that in mind she figured perhaps a hurricarana would suffice! As she turned back to Brynhild though, it seemed the haze from the strikes had cleared. Sophia gasped out, and was about to leap upwards, her intent to wrap her legs around Brynhild’s neck and flip her off the turnbuckle into the table… perhaps if she could just pull that off… just maybe…

[The Riders]

Brynhild grimaced as Sophia began to unleash a vicious volley of strikes towards her. The manner in which she was able to rally and give chase up the turnbuckle certainly took the heavyweight off guard considering she near broke her spine with an incredible backbreaker. Yet here was the German fighter, beginning to prove that she was indeed a cut above the rest of the roster, a worthy adversary to be certain. Each strike hit true, bearing strength as if Sophia was still fresh in this match even though she had to be flagging. Brynhild was struck so hard she almost collapsed backwards from the turnbuckle out of the ring, but she was able to cling on.

When Sophia saw that opening, she opted to lower her offence from strikes, going for a leap in an attempt to hurricarana Brynhild right off the top of the turnbuckle. Before she could gain that momentum however, Brynhild grimaced out, throwing both her hands out to clap against the sides of Sophia’s head. The clash naturally would daze Sophia, forcing her to favour her head and her ears after her eardrums were nearly damaged from such a dangerous blow. With a dark smile, this left her torso exposed, allowing Brynhild to snatch her arms around Sophia’s waist, bringing her to mount upon her lap with the two virtually seated high up upon the turnbuckle.

Brynhild wasted no time at all, grimacing as she buried her face into Sophia’s bare stomach, letting her arms tense, grow and enclose in gruelling fashion around the slender waist of the alluring scarred beauty. Her arms trembled with the immense pressure, testing Sophia’s back, as the woman herself was forced into a deep arch, screaming out loud from the intense and unbearable pain such awesome pressure inflicted upon her already damaged body. Each time Sophia attempted to strike or pry free, Brynhild would double down, squeezing with all her might.

She would watch as Sophia would writhe back, her arms reaching out, as moans and cries of exhaustion and agony were squeezed from her form.
“Heh! You fought well Sophia. You might not know it just yet, but this is the end. I am going to squeeze you until you stop moving! I am not letting you get away this time. You are mine!” Brynhild whispered, breathing heavily, almost possessing a lust in her words as she could not help but admire Sophia’s form whilst she bearhugged her brutally.

[thesteedman]

The moment Brynhild’s arms secured themselves around Sophia’s slender waist, the alluring German knew she was in grave trouble. Having already been subjected to the deadly bearhug of Brynhild once already within this match, she had developed a fear of it, knowing full well the strength Brynhild could exert! Sophia despite her ears ringing from the dangerous strike knew she had to battle out of it. She began to try and strike at Brynhild, throwing her elbows down against her shoulders hard. All it earned her was a deep and devastating squeeze!

Sophia’s eyes widened as those impressive muscle filled arms began to grind around her waist. Such was the power and effort, that Brynhild’s arms were physically and visibly shaking and trembling, driving into Sophia’s waist from all around. It forced her down onto Brynhild’s lap, with both positioned in a somewhat sensual manner, as if Brynhild was embracing a long lost lover. The sentiment was anything but however. That crushing grasp forced Sophia into an involuntary arch, a scream of agony slipping from her lips as her lower back, her sides and her lower stomach all felt like they were trapped in a closing vice.

Her toes curled, her head whipped back, all whilst Brynhild continued to grind her with a deep bearhug. The crowd all gasped out loud, seeing the sheer brutality of the hold. The bearhug was normally used as a debilitating submission hold, one that sapped the energy and air from the opponent, all whilst displaying the raw power of the applier. Brynhild’s bearhug was something else entirely. It was truly torturous, leaving Sophia crying out as she outright crushed her waist within her massive arms.

The concerns were real, not just because of the fear of Sophia losing here and now, but of the potential injury Brynhild could inflict. She had already worked on her spine throughout the match, all to lead up to this moment, one that Brynhild claimed was always inevitable. Elevated on the turnbuckle, everyone could witness the gruelling submission as Brynhild looked to squeeze the near life out of her foe. Sophia tried to push against her shoulder and her arm with her other hand, using what strength she had to try and make space, leaning back as Brynhild buried her face against her bare and straining stomach.

SQUEEZE**

Sophia cried out once more, though it was quieter this time with the air being squeezed and pressed from her lungs in the terrible embrace. She arched back, feeling Brynhild somehow increase the already unbearable pressure around her slender form. A few audible clicks and cricks sounded out as Brynhild tested Sophia’s already worn down lower back. Desperation for escape caused Sophia to rally, as she brought herself upwards, quickly hitting at Brynhild’s head. With her face against her stomach it was hard to get good contact. Sophia quickly grasped at her arms once more, pulling from underneaf to try and separate her waist from Brynhilds large chest.

SQUEEZE***

Sophia’s lips parted, but no sound escaped this time. She arched back as Brynhild’s arms began to dig into her lower back and press her sides. Sophia reached out into the air, rational thought being squeezed from her mind as she could feel only intense pain. There was genuine concern as the crowd began to rage against Brynhild, witnessing her torturing her prey. Sophia gasped out breathlessly. Her body was glistening with sweat much like Brynhild, but not even that could help her slip free. Brynhild near dipped Sophia right back so that she was almost upside down, hanging from the turnbuckle as her eyes closed tight and soft defeated whimpers slipped from her lips. Brynhild brought her back up to the level, and Sophia’s movements had very clearly reduced as the agonising bearhug was beginning to get to her.

SQUEEZE****

The bearhug deepened even more, when it felt like Brynhild could not crush her any harder. Sophia’s entire midriff was so tense it looked like her abs might burst. She gasped and moaned out, her mouth agape as she struggled to draw in air. Brynhild’s arms still trembled as they devastated Sophia’s waist. She pawed at Brynhild, her chest heaving as she writhed and struggled. The taste of copper began to fill her mouth, as a line of fresh blood began to seep from the corner of her mouth. The crowd all began to gasp and shout in horror seeing that Brynhild for the second time in her career had managed to crush Sophia so hard there was no doubt some manner of internal damage! It was all going as Brynhild predicted. Sophia could see her vision beginning to tunnel, realising she had not been breathing through the agonising pain. She grasped at Brynhild’s shoulders…

SQUEEZE*****

[The Riders]

Brynhild could not help but find the moment intoxicating. Her arms continued to enclose around Sophia’s exposed waist, grinding in brutal fashion, watching as she writhed and struggled to no avail. There was something empowering about this, knowing she could squeeze the near life out of her if she wanted too. In truth it felt like she was already doing that. Any time Sophia made any potential room for prying, Brynhild would squeeze hard, driving their forms together in a deep and near intimate manner. A soft gasp escaped from her own lips as she could feel Sophia’s spine click and creak, as her form writhed and arch in an alluring fashion. By now, both women were glistening with sweat, their bodies grinding deeper as Brynhild squeezed harder.

Sophia was trapped upon her lap, her spine slowly being crushed. The moans and agonised pants that slipped from Sophia’s lips were simply pleasing to Brynhild’s ears, and she found herself becoming lost in the moment with her prize.
“I was merciful during the qualifiers. I know I hurt you bad… so when it was over I took you to a medic to be seen to.” Brynhild confessed, having previously lied and told that she had done all sorts of tortures to Sophia whilst she was unconscious.
“You dared to challenge me again… so this time you will receive no such mercy. This time I will take you back with me, and I will take my spoils.” Brynhild whispered, before letting her arms seemingly grow and crush Sophia all the more.

Brynhild tried to keep her composure, to focus on simply bearhugging the near life out of Sophia, but she was finding it increasingly hard to ignore the beauty of the scarred yet enthralling German. All at once, Brynhild could see the appeal to why Sophia was terrorized within the federation so much, watching her with vested interest as she struggled to endure Brynhild’s devastating bearhug. As Sophia was forced into an arch, Brynhild drank in her stunning figure, watching as her bare midriff strained and contorted and stretched. Before she could even think about what she was doing, Brynhild slid her face close to her stomach, before she began to deeply kiss against her midriff. Sophia gasped in horror, but a deadly squeezed was inflicted upon her before she could even react, stunning her, allowing for Brynhild to kiss over her bare stomach with no resistance.

“You… are simply… delicious. I know why so many wrestlers enjoy bearhugging you now.” Brynhild whispered, her voice softer and almost seductive between soft and passionate kisses. By now the crowd could see what Brynhild was doing, as they reacted badly, screaming and shouting in dismay as Brynhild further humiliated Sophia as she squeezed her back and kissed her outstretched stomach. By now, Sophia was a mess. Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment for being subjected to such antics, whilst she tried to push against Brynhilds head to separate her face from her midriff. Her efforts were met with a deadly and prolonged crush, once that forced Sophia into a flexible arch whilst Brynhild gave one last long lick over her midriff. She took note of Sophia’s half blood coated features, noticing that some blood had seeped from the side of her mouth.

Bryhild giggled, adjusting her grip and bringing Sophia back to her, looking upon the fear in her one open eye before she began to squeeze her stomach to stomach tight, grinding Sophia’s failing body against her own in gruelling fashion. The two looked almost like a sensual couple by now, if it was not for Sophia’s weak prying and struggles. She gasped out, looking only half conscious after receiving what had to be one of the most deadly and devastating bearhugs the LAW had ever witnessed.
“C’mere my sweet thing. It’s time for the finale… it is time to end this.” Brynhild whispered in a hungry fashion, enjoying the feel of Sophia’s hard body against her own, finding delight in crushing her in a bearhug.

In a swift fashion, Brynhild licked upwards from Sophia’s chin to her mouth, lapping up the line of blood that had seeped from her lips. This caused Sophia to wince in disgust as she tried to turn away. Brynhilds lips found Sophia’s own with a deep and passionate kiss. Sophia tried to resist, but a devastating squeeze caused her to moan, opening her mouth which Brynhild slipped her tongue in. Brynhild moaned in the kiss, squeezing Sophia so hard she gagged out as her midriff was dominated by Brynhild’s own. She struck, she pushed and struggled against Brynhild, but there was no escape! Finding herself becoming deeper and lost, Brynhild kissed with more passion and hunger, her arms driving deeper into Sophia’s lower back! It was time to crush her… and with the added suffocating kiss, Brynhild was confident she could squeeze Sophia unconscious like this… and when it was over and she was an Apex Finalist winner… she could take Sophia as a prize and pick up where she left off with her backstage!

The thought made her shudder with excitement, before she squeezed Sophia harder, kissing just that deeper! This was how she wanted to end the match, this was how she would do so!

[thesteedman]

It felt like there was no escape. It was torture and it felt like it was endless. Trapped in a deep and agonising bearhug, Sophia’s well defined form was docked and locked against Brynhild’s powerful body, unable to separate her midriff from Brynhild’s own whilst her colossal arms continued to devastatingly grind around her lower back. To add insult to injury, Brynhild was now kissing her like a long lost lover returned to her arms, her tongue dominating her own, her lips kissing with a passion and sapping what little breath Sophia could draw. After what felt like several minutes, Sophia felt her lungs burn, her back seer with agony whilst her body was so strained if felt like her muscles might burst from the pressure around her body.

By now her legs were dangling, her arms had slipped from Brynhild’s shoulders, and she could feel herself slipping. Blood continued to slightly seep from her mouth, with Brynhild twistedly kissing her whilst it did so, as if getting a very taste of her. It looked like Sophia was going to pass out, her eyes closed, her chest heaving for air. Her toes curled before relaxing, as Sophia began to slump within Brynhilds agonising embrace. The ref was keen to check, having wanted to end this match long ago given the brutality that Sophia had been put through. Everyone was watching Brynhild make not just an example of Sophia, but humiliating her with lewd tactics as she did so before, in spite of Sophia’s recent build up in defence.

Sophia tried to show signs of life, but her body was no longer responding. She could only groan within the deep and passionate kiss as Brynhild somehow found more strength to crank up the power of her bearhug, squeezing Sophia’s near broken form even tighter! It was then she flopped, her body slowly relaxing as Brynhild deepened the kiss, along with the squeeze!

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“No, I never said there was anything wrong with holding onto a code or possessing a sense of honour… only that such things will only get you so far in the LAW.” Thereisa would mention, both she and Sophia walking within the park on a summers day. The two had spent most of the day together, training earlier in the morning, going for a coffee before having a walk in the sun. Sophia had her hands in her pockets. She never liked when Thereisa questioned her code, with her adopted mother looking to bring her to her own level.

“What you do is up to you Sophia. You are one of the best wrestlers in the federation, but you hold yourself back. Let me put it this way… if you are so against bending the rules, so against the heel nature of wrestlers that inhabit the LAW… why did you idolise me so much when you were younger? I was never a good woman, I did what it took to win. I am still that same woman now all these years later. Yet you still claim to be a fan of mine…” Thereisa would continue, managing a cheeky smile as she turned to glance towards the smaller German who walked besides her.

Sophia looked a little caught off guard. Thereisa was not wrong in what she was saying. Though Sophia was always known for fighting with honour and having a distain for those who broke the rules… Thereisa made a very valid observation.
“I’m not telling you to change who you are. All I am saying, is that there will come a time when you face opposition who will do anything in their power to defeat you. Anything… sometimes, if you really want to reach victory, you have to go above and beyond… or sometimes below and dirty. No one will judge you for it if your opposition relies upon such antics. You should stop judging yourself… be more like me. Think… what would I do in a situation when defeat is imminent and your back is up against the wall? Losing with honour… it’s still losing. Winning dirty… it’s still victory, and against some of those scumbags out there that is all that matters. Remember… what would I do?”

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Sophia’s eyes snapped open in an instant as the ref came to check upon her, looking to see if she was finally out within the deep bearhug Brynhild continued to grind upon her. Her tongue was still deep within her mouth, as the kiss continued to draw her breath whilst her arms squeezed it from her body. The referee was taken off guard as Sophia sprang to life when she was about to call the match, before she heard Brynhild grimace in pain. Recalling her conversation with Thereisa a week prior, Sophia knew what she had to do to turn this match around, and already she was clamping her teeth upon Brynhild’s bottom lip with a hard bite!

Pulling away in agony, Brynhild’s bottom lip was left bloody as Sophia managed to penetrate the skin, leaving blood to seep a little from her lips down Brynhild’s chin. With her head reeled back, Sophia brought her arms up, grasping either side of Brynhild’s temple in a tight grip, before she threw her own head forwards into a vicious headbutt! The crowd gasped out in alarm, not ever seeing Sophia perform such brutal actions, a move that was normally illegal in normal conditions of a match. This did not stop Sophia however, her face awash with a mixture of agony yet determination! The first headbutt was followed by a second… and then a third! It near dazed Sophia doing so, but Brynhild was on the worst end of it.

The fourth headbutt split Brynhild’s forehead on the side, making her cry out in pain as her bearhug finally slipped from Sophia’s waist. By now, all of Sophia’s limbs were tingling and burning from exhaustion. Yet, she looked possessed, her half bloodied face wearing a determined expression as she sprang into action. With both perched on the top of the turnbuckle, Sophia stood upwards, seizing Brynhild before dragging her upwards as well so both stood. Despite the agony in her lower back, Sophia shouted out a warcry, before shocking the audience with a display of strength she had no right to possess at this stage of the match. Brynhild was pulled upwards into a suplex, before being tossed downwards to fall in a dangerous angle, straight towards where the heavyweight had set up the table moments earlier!

Brynhild went crashing through it head and shoulders first, landing in such a way that it could have been very dangerous for her, as she folded in half and collapsed down to the ring. Sophia herself would have collapsed too, but she managed to hook her legs deftly upon the tunbuckle, leaving herself in a tree of woe position to view the damage of her suplex from upside down. Despite how much it pained her to move, she pulled herself back up to the turnbuckle using her legs, before she perched on top of it. She spat out a goblet of blood to the side, before taking a deep breath, her pains and ailments slowly beginning to overwhelm her as Sophia knew she was running on empty at this point. She just hoped…. She hoped beyond anything that she had done enough, watching intently as the ref rushed over towards Brynhild who had fell head first and landed brutally through the table…. Was she out?!

[The Riders]

The crowd were on their feet after watching Sophia pull back such a devastating comeback from the brink of defeat. The referee looked ready to declare Sophia unconscious and give Brynhild the victory whilst Brynhild crushed and kissed her prey in an oppressing and suffocating manner, before Sophia found a strength that not only earned her freedom, but she went as far as to slam Brynhild right through the table. The heavyweight had still been reeling from the headbutts against her temple before she was hoisted and tossed, landing head first and crumpling into a heap from the terrible impact. Already the referee was coming to check on her, as the crowd all stood up, wondering if Brynhild was actually down and out.

There was a pause as the referee checked over her a bit, before Brynhild’s arm shot out, grasping the referee by her shirt before pushing her away. Scrambling upwards, Brynhild would struggle through the wreckage of the table, her face half bloodied, her lip bleeding from the bite. She looked groggy, but very much still in the fight. There was a gasp of horror from the crowd, as they began to wonder what could possible stop this behemoth of a woman. There was a dark look in her eyes as she glared at Sophia, though she could not help but wear a smile upon her bloodied lips. Finally getting to her feet, Brynhild looked a little uneasy for the first time in the match, the cracks very much clear in that hard armour.

“Not bad… not bad at all. You got to do better than that though… if you want to keep me down. Now come here… I’m not done crushing you!” Brynhild declared, taking a few unsteady steps towards Sophia, looking to advance upon her.

[thesteedman]

To see Brynhild rise, the crowd could not believe it. It was a testament to the level of competitor that the Heavyweight blonde was however, this was someone who had defeated Legends and was considered to be a Main Eventer. It was showing tonight, as Brynhild had tanked some devastating attacks, and the fact that the dangerous superplex, headfirst into the table was not enough to keep her down, said more than a thousand words could. By now the crowd were gasping out loud, knowing that Brynhild intended to finish things, her ambition to crush Sophia undeterred. She began to make her way towards the German who was half perched upon the turnbuckle. Her body was glistening with sweat, and her posture suggested that there was nothing left in her. It would take nothing for Brynhild to pull her down and lock her back into another devastating bearhug.. and it was clear if she did so Sophia would not have the energy to escape this time.

Despite looking exhausted, bloodied and beaten... there was something within Sophia's eyes however. It was not the look of a defeated woman, but rather one who was still focused. Sophia spared a glance towards where Katherine was seated amongst the crowd, giving her a quick and subtle nod, before she turned to look towards where Thereisa sat, giving a similar motion.. telling them that she was not out of it just yet. Her back was on fire from all the brutal back breaking slams, strikes and crushes, her chest hurt when she breathed in, and blood was still visible upon the side of her lip as well as the dried blood over half her face was the opening of her scar. No one had ever seen Sophia in such a state before, bloodied... beaten and crushed. Her whole form was strained, her abs and muscles in a constant state of tension. Her skin glistened with sweat, her body stripped to only her Gi pants and a strapless sports bra around her chest... Yet, that focus was clear.

"You are not done with me? It is rather... amusing that you should say that, because I am done with you!" Sophia would whisper, as she gathered herself and began to stand upwards. Brynhild smiled, no doubt aware that Sophia was going for broke. No doubt the heavyweight was confident she would catch and snatch Sophia right out of the sky, her intent clear to squeeze the rest of the fight from her failing body. Sophia had that focus however, a look of a woman who knew what to do in the face of defeat. In truth, there was something intimidating about her look, like the eyes of the Wolf suddenly locking onto its prey. Sophia blocked out all of her ailments and agonies, instead focusing just on Brynhild as she approached her on unsteady legs. It felt like the world had turned grey scale, all save for Brynhild herself, such was the intensity of Sophia's focus. She moved like she had not been hurt at all, as Sophia would leap from the turnbuckle all at once.

The crowd watched in awe as the German gained great height and distance, coming through the air as Brynhild took a step back and opened her arms up, no doubt ready to catch the airborne Sophia Wolfe. In a display of athleticism at its most top and profound level, Sophia turned her entire form in the air, spinning a full 360 as she descended towards Brynhild, managing to shift herself towards her side as she near had a curve within her flight. It took Brynhild off guard, as she tried to compensate the unusual position. It was only when Sophia finished that rotation that it became clear what she was going for, but it was too late for Brynhild to get out of the way, watching with wide eyes as Sophia shot out a massive roundhouse kick whilst she was in the air.
The sound of the impact of Sophia's foot clashing against Brynhild's head echoed so loud it was heard over the near deafening racket of the watching audience in the arena. Sweat, spittle and blood from Brynhild's head sputtered outward as her head snapped back, receiving the full impact of the flying Tornado Kick. Brynhild remained on her feet, but her arms lowered and she began to lean a little. Sophia Wolfe landed in a deft manner despite the intensity of the jumping kick, landing and sliding into one knee, one hand against the ground as her other was raised, looking over her shoulder towards Brynhild. By now Sophia knew she could not even stand up... she had nothing left, but yet she was still able to launch that attack. There was alarm from the crowd as Brynhild remained standing for a few seconds... but Sophia knew what she unleashed was enough. Brynhild was already out.. her body just did not know it yet.

"I call that one... Killer Instinct..." Sophia whispered, more to herself then anyone. It was a move she had been working on for some time, and with help from Thereisa she had finally mastered it. A finishing move to add to her repertoire... and quite possibly her most dangerous move yet. The crowd all cheered and erupted into ovation when Brynhild collapsed all at once. The referee rushed to check upon Brynhild, but it was clear she was out of it. A few seconds passed, and the referee would call for the bell.

Sophia would remain on one knee, suddenly the adrenalin dying off, leaving her with nothing but pain. Her insides felt like they had been ruptured, as she felt a little more blood seep down her chin. She groaned out, her body near failing her as she clutched at her midriff. Despite all her agony, she realised she could not remain lying down as the referee signalled the end of the match. The crowd were all up on their feet, jumping up and down and cheering for Sophia, but also cheering for Brynhild for what would no doubt be one of the best of the Apex Finals. Sophia staggered up to her feet, the simple motion taking more effort than she would have dared hope. She managed to raise one arm upwards, barely able to look upon the crowd. It had not sunk in just yet what had happened...

[The Riders]

Brynhild grimaced, slowly coming around after being on the receiving end of a devastating blow to the head. She recalled little of how she ended up on the ground, but her head was still swimming. She recalled trying to snatch Sophia out of the air, ready to pull her back into a final embrace that would seal the match and have her claim her prize. Her hands literally reached for her waist when something happened, and all turned to black. Trying to get up, Brynhild found her body was not responding as it should do. Her head was light, her senses dazed. She managed to struggle up to her feet, a dark look upon her face as she turned to witness the referee raising a battered and bloodied Sophia’s arm in victory.

“Do you really think… this is over? We… are not… finished yet!” Brynhild would declare, unaware that the match had finished. She watched the exhausted Sophia glance towards her, before she began to stagger towards the woman. The crowd looked apprehensive, wandering what would happen with Brynhild being back on her feet. Had the referee made a mistake?! Would the match continue at this point. Brynhild staggered forwards, watching as Sophia took a weary fighting stance, barely able to stand as the referee looked confused and concerned, seeing that Brynhild was back up and looking to continue the match despite the call being made.

“I swore that I would crush you Sophia… and… that is… what… I… intend..” Brynhild’s words began to trail, as her steps became heavy and more erratic. Her vision faded, as it seemed Brynhild was actually still knocked out! Her body was merely moving and acting on instinct, trying to continue the fight when there was none left. The crowd could not help but cheer in glee, when they witnessed Brynhild suddenly drop to her knees, before she crashed down amongst the wreckage of the table she was driven through moments earlier. There was no sign of fight left within the heavyweight show stopper. A last scare like a horror movie, but nothing more.

Seeing her go down for the final time sent the crowd into a madness of cheering, knowing that Sophia had won for absolute certain!