Is this a joke? Natascha Najek vs Sophia Wolfe

[xalex]

Feeling how Sophia was bend by her arms compressing her Natasha would smile. Oh what a lovely sight it was to see her pray suffer like this, she would break Sophia into two and show that she was the number one girl around here. Slowly Natasha would increase the strnegh she put onto her opponent and would lean backwards more and more putting herself in a C shape as well. She pulled her shoudlers backwards and pushed her abs against the midrift of Sophia. She could feel how her own arms began to shake from all the forced output by them. She didn´t want Sophia to give in, she wanted her to snap!

[thesteedman]

The crowd could not help but gasp in near horror, seeing the intensity of the bearhug Natasha had applied upon Sophia Wolfe. It looked more than clear that Natasha Najek was trying to inflict harm upon her opponent. The Russian's powerful arms could be seen trembling with the strain and the power she was applying to the crushing hold she had upon the more slender and smaller German's waist. Sophia screamed out in agony, feeling her lower back click and creak as Natasha's arms continued to close tighter around her alluring form. The Russian's bare abs dominated Sophia's own, her form grinding and sliding against her own.

Sophia found it hard to think straight, arching back within the gruelling embrace with the pain dominating her mind. She managed to hook her thighs onto Natasha's sides, looking to try and relieve some of the terrible pressure. The concept of tapping out felt real, such was the torture she could feel. With all the work Natasha had done to her back already, going through back breaking holds and terrible strikes, the bearhug was amplified. Sophia screamed out loud, struggling to compose herself and to endure. She was about to try and strike Natasha, but she felt herself buckle under the squeeze, slowly finding herself unable to fight back. She moaned out loud, feeling the air being squeezed from her, as she slowly began to slump and falter within Natasha's embrace.

[xalex]

Natasha would feel how the legs of her opponent slowly moved up on her side. She would smirk as she noticed what her opponent was up to and when she was trying to warp them around the russian´s body and began to squeeze her back. But the skinny legs of the girl were to weak to hurt Natasha. “you should train more!” would natasah scream out before losen up the bearhug for a moment. But after this moment of losen it up she would pull it back in full force. She would try to crush Sophia with one powerful pull not caring if she would crush the ribs of the matrial arts fighter or destroy her back. Natasha would just smirk and stare up to her foe.

[thesteedman]

It was bad enough Sophia was being dominated by Natasha and her gruelling bearhug, but now the Russian was also throwing taunts at her, claiming she was simply not good enough. By now Sophia had faltered greatly, her legs slipping from Natasha's sides as her grip continued to tighten. She looked half asleep, her lungs denied precious air whilst a few clicks and creaks from her lower back forced a low alluring moan from her parting lips. It was not enough for Natasha to simply squeeze her out however, as she soon began to crush her long and hard with an extra force of power.

The motion made Sophia arch once more into a C like shape, giving Natasha a front row view to Sophia's exquiste body. Her midriff and abs strained, trying to endure the terrible power, as her head whipped back and her heels arched, her feet near touching her head. Sophia made a few feeble efforts to try and pry free and push against Natasha, but slowly she began to falter even more... slowly slumping, and not moving. Her eyes closed, denied air whilst the pressure of the hold became unbearable...

This prompted the referee to approach Sophia, beginning to test to see if there was still any fight within Sophia. She would raise her arm upwards as she was limp within Natasha's embrace, before releasing. Sophia's arm fell down for the first count...

1!

Two more... and no doubt the ref would give Natasha the submission victory!

[xalex]

Natasha would start to laugh when she saw how the referee was lifting up the arm of Sophia and dropping it back downa gain. “oh really I though you would take the way of the coward out of this and tap out!” would the giant say loudly enough so the first few rows could hear it. She would tension up her back even more and tried to bend backwards even future to lift her opponent higher and pull her arms in harder. She was smiling the whole time staring right into the face of her opponent.
“your nothing next to me!” Would she state loudly.

[thesteedman]

The crowd began to gasp out loud, wondering if this was the end of the match! Sophia looked out of it, her alluring body slowly being brutally crushed by Natasha as she near bearhugged the life from the German beauty. The ref raised Sophia's hand once again, letting it go as it dropped to Sophia's side.

2!!

Natasha's grasp upon Sophia almost appeared intimate, as Natasha remained close to her, keeping her powerful arms wrapped around her bare midriff in a crushing embrace. With Sophia dipped back in an agonising manner, all that was left was for the ref to raise her arm once more. No doubt another drop would signal the end of the match. The ref released her arm.. but the crowd began to gasp out loud as this time Sophia was able to keep it up, slowly coming to her senses despite the agony she was in.

She moaned out loud, her back still slowly being crushed as her abs were dominated by Natasha's... but she slowly began to try and battle out of the brutal bearhug, striking at Natasha in an attempt to try and find release from her terrible embrace!

[xalex]

Bam! The first punch hit Natasha square in the face like a sledgehammer. Her head snapped backwards and she would scream out loudly in pain. She would begin to stumble backwards away from the referee her arms still warped around her opponent, trying to squeeze her. She would groan loudly and then BAM! The next punch hit her. The punches kept coming, hitting her with the power of an animal scared and put into a corner. Punch after punch hit the Russian fighter slowly wearing her down. She was trying to endure, hold on to her foe and squeeze her out of this fight…
But she just couldn´t do it. She had to let go of Sophia and stumble away form her foe holding her now hurting face. Some blood was dripping from the tip of her nose down to the mat as she would hold on to the top rope. Her vision became blurry and she felt sick.

[thesteedman]

Sophia had been on the verge of passing out again during her strikes against Natasha. Her body was in absolute agony from the near bone crushing grasp of the powerful Russian, whilst her lungs were still starved of air. The moment Natasha let go brought little comfort as her spine was still in pain in the aftermath of the hold. Sophia dropped to her hands and knees, gasping out in pain as her alluring midriff strained from the terrible bearhug, leaving her favouring her back. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath, her lungs stinging from being starved of oxygen... Sophia was in a bad way, and she was fortunate Natasha released her when she had.

Natasha herself was left in a dazed state, leaning against the top rope and looking to recover herself. It was a race to see who would recover first, as Sophia was left writhing for a moment, all whilst Natasha was trying to regain her senses after being victim to a flurry of sharp and deadly strikes. Sophia was all too aware she was open to be attacked; knowing another bearhug like that would be the end of her... She could barely move as it was, unable to take advantage of Natasha, as all movement right now caused discomfort and pain. However... the German began to scheme...

Sophia began to wince in pain, favouring her back, making herself look completely open. It was not hard to do as it was not a total fabrication given the discomfort she was in, but she tried to lure Natasha into attacking her once more, leaving herself open for attack or another potential bearhug. In truth however, Sophia was building herself up for a hail mary of an attack. She did not have much energy left, but she knew she could at least attempt her finishing move... If Natasha came towards her she would attempt to rise up and go for her round house kick towards her jaw... known as the Wolfe Bite!

[xalex]

The Russian would look over to her opponent. Sophia hasn´t risen yet… This might be the best chance to punish her and finish this. The Russian would shove herself off the ropes and stumble around for a moment. Seems like the punch to her face did a number on her inner sense of balance. She would start to stumble over to her opponent while whipping the blood off her face with her forearm. When She was close enough she would duck down trying to grab her opponents arm…. Only for Sophia to shoot back up to her feet. The Russian was shocked and tried to jump backwards away from her opponent. She would try to stand tall and get as much space between herself and her foe. Sophia would spin around and pick up speed…

What was this strange feeling that made natasha jump away like that, run like a coward? Fear? Did Natasha really fear this woman?
The Russian didn’t had any more time to think about this before the foot of her opponent smashed into the side of her head. This kick totally shoke the world of the Russian fighter and her head would snape to the side. Her whole body came to a sudden stop and she would just stand there with her head hanging down to the side. Her whole body was standing there, she was slightly leaning backwards, but she was not moving anymore. No noise or movement came from the heavyweight, she was just standing there…

[thesteedman]

There was a moment of silence when Sophia's strike managed to catch all of Natasha right on the mark she intended. The Russian's head snapped to the side as sweat and spittle was sent spraying from her richoteching head. Sophia finished her movements and stood poised, a look of alarm befalling her scarred yet beautiful features. Natasha still remained standing! It almost looked as if she had manage to take and endure one of Sophia Wolfe's most dangerous finishers... and for a moment, Sophia thought she was in grave trouble, knowing full well she had thrown everything into that kick! If Natasha came at her, she would struggle to defend herself!... But as a second or two passed, Sophia began to realise that Natasha had not taken it at all...

Dropping her guard, Sophia slowly knelt down, placing her hands upon her sides as she closed her eyes. The crowd watching were confused as it looked like Sophia was simply meditating... a concept that was bewildering as it looked like Natasha could charge her at any given moment. What they did not know was that Natasha was dead on her feet as it where. The blow had knocked her out... her body just had not realised it yet. All Sophia had to do was wait for that moment when Natasha's form would finally give. For certain she could go for the pinfall afterwards... but she had a feeling if Natasha did not stir awake... the referee would call it a knockout.