Too Close For Comfort [Sophia Wolfe Vs Asp] - Apex Qualifier Match

[thesteedman]

Asp was getting into Sophia's head all the more, so much so that even the crowd could see her frustration, meaning Asp most certainly could. She hit the ground with a closed fist before she rose upwards, her cheeks a slight shade of pink after being subjected to the caressing and the more than suggestive pin style Asp had upon her. There was significantly less flourish in the German's movements as she scrambled to her feet in haste, when normally Sophia was actually surprisingly willing to reveal flair herself given she knew the crowd liked to see such things. There was none of that right now. Only a glare from the stunning platinum blonde beauty.

"Enough of this!" Sophia declared, taking a fighting stance, her beautiful features awash with clear agitation. Even so the German was still a marvel to behold, her face angelic, her well tuned body a sight of perfection. Sophia was becoming tired of being called little cub... it was a nickname so many tossed around, and she was tired of being treated the way she was, teased by more Hentai experienced wrestlers! In Full Metal Wrestling, Sophia was a World Champion, and she intended to claim the same accolade in LAW. This was Apex, and thus far many wrestlers had made a mockery of her despite her winning ways.

The issue with this build up of rage, is that it made her reckless and perhaps too predictable. No doubt any of her swings would be capable of devastating anything they clashed against... but they had to hit to really matter, and regrettably Sophia's movements were easily telegraphed once more. Normally cerebral, Sophia was putting more strength into her strikes, instead of relying on technique. Right now she was more akin to a brawler then the Martial Arts expert she was known to be! Though she still had impressive speed, she came towards Asp with haymakers, looking to try and stop her over confident and mocking mannerisms against herself. Patience was slipping, and incidentally her reckless actions were no doubt playing towards Asp's own strengths! It would not take much to evade and counter, and Sophia could not see that right now, becoming blinded by desperation!

[BlackAkuma]

It was sad, in a way. Even now, Asp could tell that Sophia was her superior by no small degree. The woman’s body was rife with power, looking like she was chiseled from stone, and every movement she made was explosive and expressive. She could see the technique in her actions, the fluidity, and she knew that, in anything resembling a straight fight, she would’ve been knocked out already. This was a beast of a woman.

Physically. Mentally, however, she was a slave to her emotions, and in a place like LAW, this would always be a liability. To say nothing of her pride being wounded. She could only be easier to read if she were a book.

In came the wolf, swiping away, swinging like a madwoman, letting her fury power each blow. There were not poor shots by any estimation, many of them bearing power that could fell Asp with ease, but the Water Serpent deftly weaved around each one.

She twisted her torso to the side, letting a straight whiz past. ”Close.”

She juked backwards, moving out of a jab’s range. ”So close.”

She ducked under a hook that could’ve dropped a man twice her size. ”Closer, still.”

On that last blow, she stayed down instead of rising up, and planted her palms on the mat. Her rear leg rose up and arched forward, as she attempted to strike Sophia with one of her more unorthodox attacks - her signature, the Scorpion Kick.

[thesteedman]

The mind games continued...

Each taunt was quick as each of Sophia's heavy but dangerous strikes swung and clashed at nothing but air. There was a gift to how Asp moved her entire form, playing up to her serpentine moniker, as she was able to read each kick and punch that came her way. Asp near slithered out of the way of danger, verbally whispering just how close Sophia was with each swing and a miss.

Sophia was so agitated she actually near growled out in her frustration. Asp was making a fool of her, and the only person to blame for it was herself. All at once, Sophia realised the error of her ways, allowing emotion to cloud her judgement when she should have remained calm and collected. It was all good and well realising this now, but regrettably Asp was already making her move before the German beauty could collect herself. By the time Wolfe saw the strike coming, it was far too late to do anything about it. Asp moved in such an unusual and exotic manner that it was hard to read such an attack, leaning forwards before her leg seemed to swing at an unnatural angle!

The crowd could not help but pop loudly, celebrating Asp's signature Scorpion Kick as it managed to clash against Sophia's temple. Her bare foot struck true, catching Sophia well. She grimaced, her alluring features wincing from pain and the manner in which she was caught off guard. Whilst it was not a match ending strike, it connected well enough whilst the German was on the wrong end of her own momentum to send Sophia right back until she collapsed onto her back. She favoured her head, trying to shake the cobwebs and collect herself. By the time Sophia was trying to make her way back onto her feet, it was potentially already too late to recover, with Asp no doubt near to pounce or strike upon her!

[BlackAkuma]

Asp held her position after landing the kick, standing on one foot with her leg arched in the air in an impossible show of balance. It was as much for style as it was for her own enjoyment, wanting to watch Sophia take her tumble. In truth, the kick hadn't even had that much force behind it - there was only so much power that she could generate with a move such as that, even with her powerful legs. But as any martial artist would tell you, it wasn’t always the hardest hits that brought you down, but the ones you didn’t see coming, and Sophia had clearly been taken off guard by that one.

Asp had her down. But keeping her that way would be another challenge in and of itself. She had done well to keep her opponent off guard until now, but despite her taunts, she was well aware of Sophia’s caliber and respected her prowess. Whittling her away with potshots would only bring her so far. She needed to wear her down. She needed something substantive.

A classic, then.

Asp brought her foot down and took a single, sultry step forward, letting her bare foot slide along the canvas as she moved to Sophia’s side. When the woman sat up and began to rise, she pounced, leaping her way and sliding along the mat with open legs. One came around the front, the other came around the back, her ankle locked and she pulled her opponent’s head towards her chest, trapping her in a tight bodyscissors and applying pressure at a steady rate.

[thesteedman]

The manner in which Asp managed to wrap herself around Sophia's form was quite a sight to behold. Her movements were smooth yet deliberate, almost like a constrictor managing to catch its prey for a deep embrace. Whilst the strike moments ago had not been match ending, it had still caught Sophia well, allowing for Asp to take the advantage she needed to utilise her dangerous yet alluring looking legs. Before Sophia could compose herself or even muster a counter, she found herself moaning out in pain, feeling a deep grip vice around her lower stomach and back.

Asp pulled on her head, bringing Sophia's alluring form deeper between Asp's exposed thighs, before her bare ankles audibly slapped together, locking in a side bodyscissors that would no doubt make even the likes of the Baroness proud. All at once, Sophia's core tensed up to try and endure the initial grip. Her stomach was mostly visible from just below her navel upwards as her abs strained. Biting on her lower lip, Sophia was able to pull her head away from Asp, whilst her hands instinctively pushed against her thighs.

There was a lot of skin contact, given that not a single piece of clothing was upon Asp's legs save for little anklet jewellery, which once again played into Sophia's mind. It felt like everything Asp was doing was to humiliate her in some form... at least that was how Sophia was viewing it in her mind’s eye. It was simply a different style of wrestling, but right now she could not comprehend that. A soft moan was pressed from Sophia's lips, which was no doubt music to the ears of Asp despite the incidental nature of it. Already, Sophia was working to get free, pressing her elbows against Asp's thighs. She arched her alluring form, trying to push her legs downwards... anything she could do to get free!

[BlackAkuma]

There were, likely, more effective moves that Asp could’ve used to incapacitate Sophia. Just off the top of her head, she could’ve gone for a triangle choke and crushed the air out of her, or transitioned into an armbar and worked away at taking her strikes out the equation. There were a plethora of moves she could’ve done to Sophia’s legs, and that would be an investment - a fighter with aching legs was an easy target for someone with her speed.

The trouble was, however, that Sophia would’ve known what to do with submissions like that. This bodyscissors was simpler, but it pulled the woman into a realm she wasn’t willing to go. Out of her comfort zone. Into Asp’s world.

She would be there for some time, if the Water Serpent had her way.

Her legs chewed away on Sophia’s midsection, grinding into it and going deep. They might not have been as large as some other, lacking bulk, but that worked in her favor here - their slender size gave them less surface area, which meant greater pressure could be applied on a smaller space. It made her legs like an actual scissor, cutting deep, and if the woman’s struggles were any indication, it was quite effective.

Granted, Sophia was determined to get free, and her struggles would bear fruit, sooner or later. She was working her legs down further and further, slipping her way out. Until that happened, however, Asp was determined to enjoy her time.

”Would you like my opinion?” She ran a hand over Sophia’s chest, and didn’t wait for an answer before she spoke again. ”I think you’re ashamed of your own desires. Ashamed that this excites you, on some level.” She leaned forward, just enough to whisper in the wolf’s ear with a teasing lick. ”There’s no shame in indulging, Sophia.”

[thesteedman]

Sophia's experience in martial arts and wrestling was beginning to show. She placed her elbows in such a way against Asp's legs that she was no doubt causing her significant discomfort, as well as working to loosen her grasp, near pressing her legs down to her hips were it was both easier to endure the growing pressure as well as escape. No doubt Sophia would be free in moments... that was until Asp began to move in and continue fighting on a level Sophia struggled to cope with. A hand slid over her chest, caressing under her breasts, making Sophia gasp out loud in alarm. Suddenly her elbows lifted, looking to push against Asp's exploring hand... which in turn allowed Asp to rescure her scissor deep against her lower back and stomach.

Sophia closed her eyes, unable to stop a pained and breathless moan from slipping out of her parting lips. She tried to sit up, pushing at Asp's hand with one and trying to free herself with the other. It was proving to be ineffective, and Asp took advantage of it all, slipping closer to her, whispering in a soft, low and seductive manner.
"Uugh... D.. do not be absurd! Let go... of me at... at once!" Sophia gasped in a paniked voice. Her cheeks were a slight tone of red from being caressed so, and in public with a live audience watching. It made her panic all the more, desperate to escape instead of calculated like moments ago. Sophia's midriff tensed up, as a pained groan was forced from her. She tried to sit up, feeling Asp's exposed legs squeeze her well defined form deeper.
"This is not wrestling!" Sophia gasped out in alarm, finding herself trapped in a bodyscissors longer than she should have.

The worst part about it, was that she could hear the crowd loving it all. It certainly made for an intoxicating sight, seeing how Asp was wrapped around Sophia, her long legs squeezing the breath out of the German wrestler. She bit on her lower lip in determination, focusing on stretching her form and pressing against those exotic legs to be free of her embrace... but a suggestive whisper in her ear, followed by a long and teasing lick made her grasp falter again. Sophia gasped out in panic and alarm, trying to push Asp's torso away from herself, the close proximity and now the clear seductive teasing breaking down Sophia's resolve which was normally stoic and cerebral... reduced to desperate and less effective struggles!

[BlackAkuma]

Asp was all too aware that her prey could’ve escaped this move with ease if her mind had been in the proper place. While she didn’t often watch other combat sports, she was familiar enough with them to know that scissorholds were an uncommon sight, and one needn’t be a rigid technician to figure out why. For anyone with a modicum of experience, the means of escape were simple, especially with this variation. A little work around her ankles and this would all be undone.

Sophia would be watching this match over someday, and slap herself for being so easily ensnared. But that would be later. For now, the wolf was all hers, held tight in the snake’s coils.

It was amazing what a couple of well placed touches could do. Asp held her, caressed her, ran her fingers down all the right places, and she might as well have been fighting a stringless puppet. She fought, she struggled, but she was a fly tossing about in the webs, only serving to waste her own energy. Futile and failing.

”Who says it isn’t wrestling? You?” She had a little chuckle as she evaded Asp’s feeble struggles. ”You say it’s not wrestling, but it’s not illegal, and it’s working. Your arguments lack teeth, Wolfe.”

As if to prove her point, Asp pulled Sophia in by the shoulder and slid around her, adjusting the hold as she went. Her lithe legs slid up, going into a figure-four formation for greater pressure around Sophia’s slim waist, while she moved behind her flailing foe and gripped her chest from behind. Squeezing, groping hands explored her chest and pulled her down, mashing their bodies together and putting Asp’s lips near her opponent’s ear.

If not for the crushing thighs, it could’ve been a lover’s embrace. ”You’re a warrior. You’re excellent, but you could be so much better if you used all the tools at your disposal.” Her tongue flicked against Sophia’s ear, tickling it, slithering like her namesake.

[thesteedman]

Asp was proving to be a relentless foe, not so eager to allow Sophia to escape and bring the match to her preferred level. Instead, Asp worked in a cerebral manner, her movement serpentine like. Though Asp's were not known to constrict their prey, the wrestler sharing the same name certainly seemed to have an aptitude for it. Her long and alluring legs managed to shift to a more dangerous body triangle around Sophia's slender waist, making her moan out in a breathless and pained manner. Whilst her bodyscissors had good enough strength, Sophia had been in no significant danger past some exhaustion enduring... but now the squeeze was deepening, those legs becoming increasingly dangerous. Sophia's visible midriff noticeably began to tense and strain more, as the triangle proved to be a more deadly form of constriction.

Still, such was Sophia's experience and skill that such a move should not have been a lasting problem, but that was when Asp began to further bind Sophia, wrapping her arms around her ribs and chest in a firm bearhug from behind. The move itself was not so much the trouble though it did restrict Sophia's air flow somewhat... it was more what she did with her grasp, as her hands purposely began to grasp and grope at her fabric coated breasts. The venomous bite came in the form of those teasing soft lips of Asp's, as she began to nip, sensually lick and kiss at Sophia's ear and neck... Sophia called out in distress, assaulted from so many angles. From the deepening squeeze around her alluring waist, to the groping embrace upon her chest, and now the slow teasing whispers, licks and nips against her ear and neck... that was the snake bite, and it was becoming too much for Sophia to bare!

The crowd were loving it, as Sophia writhed, struggling to choose what to pry at. Asp's legs were really doing the work, squeezing the near life out of Sophia, leaving her breathless. That lack of air forced her chest to heave, allowing Asp better access to caress over her well-formed breasts, all whilst she continued to whisper sweet nothings and work her lips against the German fighter's form.
"W... what are you doing?! S... stop this!" Sophia gasped out, reaching at Asp, prying against her arms... prying against her legs and writhing. Her cheeks were a slight shade of pink, feeling the humiliation of her position, whilst the crowd continued to cheer on and whistle at the display. Asp was making a fool of her. Ever since Sophia's match with Nha, everyone had picked up on the weakness of the devastating wrestler. Asp was not exploiting it... Sophia simply could not cope with this style of wrestling!

Despite how bad she was doing, Sophia was not out of it yet. The German knew if she remained in such a tight body triangle for too long, she would be sapped of all energy and eventually pass out. However, she was wasting movement now, struggling... writhing, bridging to be free of the constricting and groping embrace Asp had upon her. Despite her panic, she knew the ropes were an option... a way to be free of this. She glanced around quick, her face awash with a look of disgust as Asp continued to tease her ear in a slow and seductive manner, feeling her breath against her skin. The ropes were not all so far away... and slowly, Sophia tried to make an effort to shift the two of them towards it, beginning to reach out with her bare foot in an attempt to get towards the bottom rope!

[BlackAkuma]

Asp moaned as she continued to constrict her prey, adding more and more pressure to the mounting pile. She couldn't help herself, truly - Sophia simply felt too divine, her body so expertly crafted, her thrashing too adorable to ignore. While she wasn’t the most muscular woman that she had ever come across, she couldn't recall a form that was this well built all over, with so much strength spread over a wide area. This was the body of a disciplined athlete, honed from years of unflinching dedication, and it was something Asp could scarcely even dream. While her own form never lacked for fitness, the Wolfe was on an entirely different level.

Perhaps that was what made dominating her such a forbidden fruit. Controlling a woman who could destroy you with such ease. Driving her wild and melting her with expert touches. A caress here. A kiss there. The gentlest sensations, the greatest responses.

Sophia’s continued protests only drove Asp to giggle and ramp up the pressure, punishing her prey with a particularly long and drawn out squeeze. She drew her fingers around the woman’s breasts, tracing them along the nipple, feeling them with ease through the tight material she covered herself with. ”If you wanted me to stop, this wouldn’t be happening, Sophia.” Her tongue flicked out and drew a wet path down the side of her neck, mixing with the growing sweat. ”You love this. You need it. The sooner you can admit that, the sooner it will stop having power over you.”

Asp wasn’t sure whether her words were heeded or not, but regardless, Sophia made her attempt to escape in earnest, stretching out and pulling them to the ropes. She milked the hold for all it was worth, held on until the last count from the referee, then let go all at once and rolled away. She popped off her shoulders and flew to her feet in an instant, only pausing to straighten out her flowing skirt.

Patient and prestigious, Asp made her way back to the center of the ring and paced in circles, never letting her gaze leave Sophia, wearing the smallest hint of a knowing smile the whole time.