Karen Adams vs Bruna Wrex - Like a Wrecking Ball

[DropKix]

"RAAAAARGG!" Bruna’s back bowed in agony as Karen’s thighs snapped shut around her ribs, the scissors grinding in with cruel precision. The pressure forced a sharp, guttural sound out of her throat, her chest rising hard against the German’s weight as she was pinned down and spread wide. Her arms were wrenched overhead, the muscles in her shoulders flaring red-hot as Karen forced them flat, and then that pointed elbow drove into the side of her neck, cutting her air short. "A-AAAGH!" The crowd roared at the sight of the bigger predator caged, Karen grinding into her element on the mat.

But Bruna’s eyes told a different story. Wide, bloodshot, lips peeled back into something between a snarl and a grin. She coughed against the elbow crushing her windpipe, veins standing out thick along her temples. Her ample breasts pulsated in agony, the strain of the body scissor seeping into her chest. But even through the suffocation, her body refused stillness.

Her chest heaved once, then twice, and then she wrenched violently, hoping to buy herself an inch of freedom.

If she managed to secure that opening, her arms would flex , muscles screaming as she twisted one wrist loose from Karen’s grip. The free hand balled into a fist and came crashing down in a piston strike toward the blonde’s ribs, the dull thud echoing as Bruna bucked beneath her. Once, twice, three times she hammered away, every blow timed to the arch of her torso, trying to shock Karen’s body into loosening that steel vice around her waist.

“You think you can choke me out? Break me?!” she spat up at her captor, spittle flecking. “I’ll tear you apart!”

Bruna’s whole frame writhed and twisted beneath the scissors, legs slamming against the canvas, trying to roll her bulk and shift the angle, even if it meant dragging Karen along with her. Anything to claw back air and space before her ribs gave way!

[armandi]

Karen's massive thighs crushed her opponent, squeezing and squeezing... Additionally, one hand spread her opponent's arms and pressed them to the mat, while her elbow crushed and pressed Bruna's neck. Karen was in her element, applying immense pressure and clearly beginning to dominate the match. She was ready to crush and strangle Bruna to win.

However, her opponent wasn't planning on giving up; she began to squirm and move violently, wanting to get free and release her grip. "Fuck...!!!! Stay quiet..." Karen screamed. But her opponent kept moving. One violent jerk, and Bruna released her hands. Then she punched Karen in the ribs. Uuughhh...!!!! A moment later, a second and third strike. Aaagghhh...!!!!

Karen seemed to lose her composure and loosen her grip on her opponent's neck. However, the scissors continued to squeeze and crush her opponent's body. A sudden jerk, and the wrestlers seemed to switch positions. Karen was lying on her back on the mat, and Bruna was on top. Despite this, the scissors continued to crush her opponent's body. Karen frowned, clenched her fists, and tried to reverse the roles again. If it had worked, she would have been on top again.

It seemed as if the wrestlers were rolling left and right on the mat, fighting for dominance. There was no clear advantage for either wrestler. The wrestlers, tangled together, fought a brutal battle, trying to wear each other down and finish them off...

[DropKix]

Bruna’s ribs screamed under the scissors, every pulse of Karen’s thighs sending another wave of pain lancing through her chest. Each breath was shallow, ragged, forced between clenched teeth, but still she fought. Their bodies rolled left, then right, crashing shoulder-first into the mat, Bruna snarling each time her back was flattened and shoving with wild force to turn the tables again.

The crowd roared with every shift, the referee darting around the pair, trying to follow their tangled mass of limbs. For a moment Bruna found herself on top, her palms pushing into Karen’s shoulders, sweat dripping down her brow, but her rival's squeeze never relented. A twist of the hips, and suddenly Karen was back on top, her thighs grinding in tighter, Bruna’s face contorted with rage as the pressure crushed down on her lungs.

“Ghhrhh...” Bruna choked out, teeth flashing, her roar breaking into a violent snarl. The fight was slipping away, and she knew it. Her only chance was to try something drastic.

Bruna planted her boots against the canvas and forced herself upward, dragging Karen’s locked legs with her. The blonde’s weight clung tight to her torso, scissors clamped and unforgiving, but Bruna powered through, rising from her knees to her feet with her opponent hanging off her body like an anaconda. The crowd erupted as Bruna stood tall, sweat-slick muscles straining, her chest heaving under the crushing lock.

With a roar, Bruna cinched her arms under Karen’s thighs, hoisting her up higher onto her torso. She staggered two steps forward, then suddenly swung her bulk backward, lifting Karen up and over before slamming her down into the canvas with an absolutely thunderous powerbomb! If successful, the impact would rattle the entire ring, and hopefully finally breaking the stalemate with sheer and unrelenting violence.

[armandi]

Karen could have fought like this for hours. She was an excellent grappler and knew perfectly well that what she was doing now was significantly weakening her opponent. Slowly, but truly slowly, she was sapping her strength, draining her of power and energy. Even as the wrestlers kept shifting positions, her massive, muscular thighs continued to do their work, crushing Bruna's body.

Suddenly, however, Karen felt Bruna begin to rise, despite the pressure and pressure, despite the pressure. She did so slowly, pulling the tangled blonde with her. "Fuck...!!!!!!" She screamed and tried to increase the pressure and the scissors' thrust. But Bruna continued to pull upwards. She was more massive, heavier, and who knows, maybe stronger??? Suddenly, her opponent's hands pressed in and seemed to be stuck between Karen's thighs. "Shit...!!!!""" Keeping the scissors up and in the air was nearly impossible. Karen knew she wouldn't be able to maintain this hold.

A violent jerk and pull upwards, only to fall with a crash to the mat. Uuughhhh...!!!! The blonde's back slammed and shattered on the mat. The ring seemed to crack from the impact. Karen arched in convulsions. A grimace of pain and suffering could be seen on her face. Then she seemed to arch her back.

She gripped her back with one hand, hoping it would somehow ease the damning pain. Her plan to gradually crush Bruna's body was interrupted in an instant by that brutal slam to the mat.