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 wasn't 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, with 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.

[hamish1024]

Storm was aware she’d been hammering the tactic of ‘squash Sabine between her and a hard thing’ pretty heavily, but given how sharp her opponent was, it seemed best to stick to simple but effective methods. She capped off the corner slams by propelling herself off the ring post, hard, and launching into a downward plummet with Sabine still on her back.

The crash was immense, as both wrestlers hit the canvas together. Sabine’s body somewhat cushioned the blow for Storm, though she still got a taste of the impact jolting through her bones. She could only imagine how the haplessly crushed Sabine felt, though the fact the redhead completely released her grip was a good indication of her discomfort.

Storm didn’t want to waste this window, and she briskly rolled sideways off of Sabine, making sure the German couldn’t get a grasp of her again. She sat up quickly, panting, and realised her red-haired opponent was still struggling from that hefty squash.

Storm mused that it was maybe time to see how Sabine dealt with being on the receiving end of a submission hold.

Again, keeping it relatively simple, Storm scurried over to grab Sabine’s arm and sit aside her head. She trapped the outstretched arm between her thighs, scissoring it in a cross arm bar, whilst her legs arced over Sabine’s chest and head, giving her free rein to painfully twist her opponent’s wrist.

[BlackAkuma]

While Sabine was tougher than most, on the heavier side of the wrestling spectrum, she certainly was not made of iron, and there was only so much damage she could take at once from a person who excelled at piling on the damage.

Storm, as she was rapidly learning, was one such person. She might not have been quite as big as Morrigan, but she shared the War Goddess’ propensity for bone-breaking hits and crushing offense. So far, she was impressed.

But how would the woman fare on the ground? In this situation, Sabine would opt for a submission hold, whereas Morrigan would just mount her and start punching, most likely. Was Storm the sort for a more thoughtful approach?

Yes, as it turned out.

The cross armbar was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, as Sabine was glad to entertain something a touch more technical in her ring, even if she was on the receiving end. That same surprise, however, meant that she was a touch too late to actually do anything about it, and in she went, trapped for the time being. Not the most pleasant place to be, despite how nice Storm’s thighs were.

She twisted her body to the side and pulled her arm in, alleviating some of the pressure, but that was a temporary measure, stopgap. She would need a better solution in short order. Still, she managed a pained chuckle. ”Hübsch, well done, well done.” She planted her feet and bridged to the side. ”Where did you learn to wrestle, exactly? Self-taught?”