Romantic Entanglements

[hamish1024]

Despite being locked in tight physical combat, and currently on the receiving end of a neck-wrenching Nelson, Storm gave a hearty cackle at the way Sabine’s goading was cut short, as the Scot followed up her initial butt-bump with a far more effective drive into the corner.

“Ah, more to me than my arse, love,” Storm grunted as their bodies bundled into the corner, Sabine getting the worst of the impact as she was squeezed between Storm and the steel post. The brunette used the jolting blow to break out of the full Nelson, prying off her opponent’s hands and shrugging away her arms.

Freedom, though, was short lived. No sooner had she freed her neck, than Sabine used the leverage of the corner to curl her legs up and around Storm’s waist. She emitted a pained groan as those athletic thighs gave her body a firm squeeze. Obviously and unsurprisingly, Sabine was a keen submissionist.

Sabine didn’t seem to give up, which she supposed was fitting for a domme. Still, whilst Storm was suffering a second unpleasant hold, she had options here. Gritting her teeth, she took a staggering step forward and then slammed Sabine backwards into the turnbuckle again. A repeat of her earlier ploy, but she wasn’t planning on stopping there.

Storm grabbed Sabine’s thighs and turned 180 degrees, so that the German was pointing out of the corner now. Straining under the weight of the girl scissoring from behind, Storm would kick against the corner post for some momentum, then jump aggressively backwards, looking to crash down to the mat with Sabine beneath her.

Storm knew this was risky, and she didn’t want to be stuck in the submission hold whilst on the mats, so she made sure to put as much weight and force into the drop as possible, wanting to break Sabine’s grip with her heavy flop downwards.

[BlackAkuma]

Already, Sabine was beginning to see some of Storm’s great strengths. It was that the woman was strong - or rather, not that she was just strong. But she knew how to use that power. Ramming her into the corner like that might not have seemed like the most genius move, but she knew as well as anyone how easy it was to let strategy fall by the wayside when the body was in great peril.

She couldn't let the woman gather too much momentum, hence the bodyscissors as she moved away, a stopgap measure to keep her under control for a few seconds. Unfortunately, that proved to be a few seconds too long.

Storm came over with a sudden surge of power that did justice to her namesake, ripping Sabine out of the corner, then bringing her back a moment later with another powerful crash. This one knocked the wind out of her, left her stunned, which made what came next all the worse.

Out of the corner they came, which Sabine still clinging to her like a backpack. At first she was unsure what the woman’s plan was, but she sussed it out the moment she spun about and kicked the corner. Too late, by then.

It was nothing short of calamitous. They hit with an impact that rocked the ring and likely would’ve alerted the neighbors, if they were used to this sort of thing and had long since learned not to call the authorities. Sabine’s hold immediately dropped, as her body had more important priorities to handle - like, say, writhing about and twisting, dealing with her battered bones. For the moment, all she could do was lay beneath the bigger woman, pinned by her bulk.

…not the worst feeling, even with the pain.