Hold fast or expire! [Sophia Wolfe Vs Brynhild Ederne] - Apex Qualifier Match

[thesteedman]

Sophia was not getting time to recover when she was being blasted with devastation after devastation. She was already having trouble with the torture rack before she was cast down from the ring in terrible and frightening fashion. Tossed from so high, she could not really soften her landing in anyway, and clashed against the thin mat with abandon from Brynhild. She had barely managed to comprehend what was happening before Brynhild grasped her and tossed her like she was nothing, throwing her hard against the barrier which did not relent.

It knocked Sophia for six, making her dazed as her entire body was in agony. Brynhild made her look like a child’s play toy with Brynhild as the aggressive child tossing her around like she was nothing. Her back was raw with pain from the torture rack, her body was stinging from the large fall and then the barrier slam. She had not even comprehended what was happening when Brynhild grasped her by the throat, hoisting her upwards and whispering sweet nothings. A lick across her cheek made Sophia groan, before she was thrown like a ragdoll right back into the ring. She gasped out, her arms wrapping around her own form as pain nearly took hold of all sense.

There was no reprieve, as Brynhild soon pulled her back into her open arms, the two on their knees with Brynhild right behind her, massive and muscular arms wrapping around her chest. Sophia gasped out as those arms began to squeeze once more, crushing her ribcage with a terrible bearhug! She pried against those arms, possessing no leverage with her trapped upon her knees. A few clicks and cricks sounded out as her ribs were tested by the immense pressure.
“Ugh… G… get off of me..!” Was all Sophia could manage between strained breaths and terrible pain, her oxygen being sapped from her lungs by each powerful squeeze Brynhild inflicted upon her already hurting form!

[The Riders]

Brynhild smiled darkly, letting those arms punish the ribcage of Sophia who could only moan out and gasp as the air was squeezed from her chest. To make sure she was in her head, Brynhild pressed her body up against Sophia’s from behind, before nuzzling against her neck in a mockingly loving manner, softly kissing once more, as well as gently nipping at her skin. It already worked previously against the nervous Sophia, and no doubt it would work again. Brynhild even stepped it up, holding Sophia’s chest with one large powerful arm, before her other began to slide down and caress her bare stomach in a slow and sensual manner.

“Hmm… I can see why others do like to bearhug you. You make such pleasing sounds and your body feels so good.” Bryhild whispered, before she kissed softly against the side of Sophia’s cheek. No doubt this would anger the German, but Brynhild was using that to her advantage. With a swift motion she would stand upwards with Sophia, keeping her arms around her, before landing a massive German suplex upon her. Sophia was sent into a hard slam before sprawling, as Brynhild smiled and slowly got up to her feet, motioning for Sophia to come at her.
“Come on… fight me! Don’t tell me that is all you have. If you want to make it in the big leagues you have to do better than that!” Brynhild laughed out, knowing the mental games and sensual moments were tearing Sophia’s confidence apart!

[thesteedman]

There sheer arrogance of Brynhild was on full display. Sophia was left breathless and disoriented after being viciously slammed by the German Suplex. She was open for attack, but instead Brynhild opted to allow her to stand. Sophia’s movements were groggy, she was a tough woman, but it was clear her fatigue was nothing coming from physical origins. No, Brynhild was very much dominating this match through mind games, and it was showing. The look upon Sophia’s alluring features said it all. There was uncertainty within her eyes, apprehension from being subjected to sensual tactics from Brynhild and the constant squeezes no doubt placing fear within Sophia that more was coming.

Thanks to Brynhild’s complacency, Sophia was able to recover from the slam, standing upwards and taking a fighting stance. The crowd were trying to rally the fan favourite, but even they could see Sophia was fighting a losing battle. Brynhild was deep in her mind, making her doubt herself, fear certain moves. Such was the mind games that everyone knew what was coming next, as Sophia was becoming increasingly desperate. When Brynhild prompted her to attack, she rushed, though her moves were clearly sluggish as if she was not absolutely committed to the next attack she had in mind.

In all fairness, Sophia was still as deadly as ever. Against anyone else, it was possible she could have still managed something, but as Sophia went for a massive round house kick to try and end Brynhild, it was clear the rival wrestler of this match could see the strike coming before the motions even began. Brynhild was winning the mind games, and despite how quick Sophia’s strike was, Brynhild was already in motion to evade… and counter… It could not have gone more wrong!

[The Riders]

Brynhild knew the roundhouse was coming before Sophia was even on her own two feet. All the kisses and caresses made her frustrated and erratic… desperate even. She really did not cope at all with the style of wrestling LAW was riddled with. There was an entire division dedicated to Hentai wrestling beyond the main brand which was equally as successful, and many wrestlers bled into both divisions, which meant such tactics were commonplace. One needed to be able to take the sly tactics of teasing, but it seemed Sophia had no defence at all against it. The poor woman had managed to survive this long, but Brynhild was on a whole other level. Perhaps Sophia would have done much better if Brynhild had not used such tactics, but gazing upon the beauty before her, why wouldn’t she?

With a smile, Brynhild was not as quick as Sophia, but knowing she would go for a desperation roundhouse to attempt to close off the match? It meant she did not need to be quicker. Brynhild was in motion, allowing Sophia’s strike to pass over head, before she rammed into Sophia before she could even recover from the motions of the deadly kick. With a massive grasp, Brynhild would hoist her upwards so much that she tossed Sophia into the air above her head. The middleweight wrestler gasped as she went upwards a few feet! She would then crash down into Brynhild who grasped her form with a powerful embrace, before the heavyweight brute leapt upwards and threw her body downwards with Sophia in tow, landing what had to be one of the most devastating spinebusters ever witnessed.

Sophia was planted centre in the ring, as the entire structure vibrated and shook. Sophia cried out in agony, her back already tormented from the series of attacks her body had been subjected too. Brynhild smiled, slowly rising to her feet, grasping Sophia by her wrist to pull her upwards too.
”I’m sure in Full Metal Wrestling you were the top Wolf. Here… it looks like you’re just a pup! This is the big leagues! You might have the ability and the talent… but your weakness is so glaring, you never had a chance here!” Brynhild would describe in a dark manner, pulling the dazed Sophia close to her. She smiled as she slid a hand over her cheek in a mockingly loving manner.
”I hope your so called ‘mother’ is watching this. I’m going to break your body, and shatter what remains of that strong will you allegedly possess.” Brynhild whispered further, her arms wrapping around Sophia’s waist, to pull her into a deadly frontal standing bearhug!

In Brynhild’s eyes, it was time to end this, and teach Sophia Wolfe a lesson!

[thesteedman]

Sophia's world seemed to shake when she was slammed hard into the centre of the ring, with the full weight and power of Brynhild colliding on top of her. She was left in agony, pain overtaking her senses, leaving Sophia writhing and gasping for air after being decimated by such a brutal move. In the hands of Brynhild, any more seemed to be amped way beyond 11, even the basics coming off as moves that could end a match at any point. The worst part of all this, Brynhild was not even going for any of her signature moves. Given how powerful she was, she did not need to, as if looking to make a point out of her match with Sophia today. Sophia tried to rally, looking towards where Thereisa was supposed to be seated, looking for encouragement, looking for anything!

Her seat was still empty.

Sophia had no time to reflect on the despair that it left in her heart when Brynhild pulled up her beaten form, pulling her close before she slowly began to caress over her cheek, once more mocking Sophia, letting her know that she did not belong in the Main Event.
"You're... you're wrong... I do... belong... I'm not finished... I'm just, getting started...." Sophia tried to whisper back, but her words fell upon deaf ears, and given how her tone sounded, it did not even seem liked Sophia had the conviction herself anymore. She gasped out as those impossibly strong arms of Brynhild's wrapped around her already worn down body, securing a tight embrace.

Sophia pushed against Brynhild, gasping in both alarm and pain, as Brynhild simply smiled in a dark manner, beginning to bearhug her once again. Sophia moaned in pain, the pressure increasing, forcing the air from her lungs as their bare midriffs docked together. Though Sophia had a fine tuned form and powerful abs, they were dominated by the muscle of Brynhild's body. Her arms enclosed tighter, driving Sophia deeper against Brynhild, making her gasp out in a breathless manner. She began to elbow at her arms, push against her face. She had to get out! Fast!...

[The Riders]

Brynhild smiled, biting on her lower lip as she could feel Sophia’s alluring form against her own. She quite enjoyed the feel of her bare stomach being dominated by her own, and only mildly winced when Sophia began to fight and struggle. It was good to see she still had fight within her, but this match was already over. Sophia just did not know it yet!
“I could have finished you off two times already… but where would be the fun in that? As I said, I’m going to teach you a lesson. Plus, I’d rather take my time with you. Enjoy you a little… You are such a beautiful little thing. As I said before… I can see why you get so much ‘unwanted’ attention.” Brynhild mocked with a sinister smile.

It was then she hoisted Sophia up high, her arms adjusting to crush Sophia’s waist with her arms piling in for a deep and constant squeeze against her lower back. This caused Sophia to arch, stretching out her alluring midriff. Brynhild licked her lips, before she dipped Sophia back in an agonising fashion, near putting her upper body upside down. It was then she began to softly kiss over Sophia’s midriff, making a satisfied hum of approval as no doubt Sophia would fall to total panic.

It was all part of her schemes, as she knew exactly how Sophia would react. The moment she looked to push at her head would be when Brynhild intended to adjust her grip and trap Sophia’s arms at her sides for the next part of her devastating embrace upon her! It was only a matter of time before she would tap out, Brynhild intended to enjoy every second until then as she continued to kiss at her tensed up and straining midriff.

[thesteedman]

Sophia could not believe what was happening. She was not undefeated by any stretch of the means since her debut, but never before had she been exposed and dominated in this fashion! Brynhild was all over her, in her head, dictating how the match would go, mocking her, teasing her and going as far as to publically humiliate her within the ring! Even now, Sophia was in trouble, being dipped back in a brutal bearhug, feeling her bare stomach being subjected to deep kisses from her tormentor.

As Brynhild already knew, the panic in Sophia would set her to motion, as she gasped out and pushed against her head, trying to separate her lips from her glistening stomach. This all just played into her plans, as her grip adjusted the moment she tried to push her, allowing Sophia’s arms to pass through Brynhild’s before the bearhug applied tightly once more, this time locking the German’s arms at her sides! She gasped out loud, trapped, held up too high to use her legs with any real effect. She was done… and Brynhild now just began to crush her with brutal force, dipping her back all the more, putting terrible strain upon her spine that had Sophia screaming out loud.

“No… I…. I….” It was over… Sophia could barely breath or think straight. The pain was overwhelming along with the humiliation of being kissed by Brynhild. With her arms trapped she could not visibly tap out, and right now was just trying to get enough breath to give up!

[The Riders]

There was no escape for Sophia now. The Wolf was caught and crushed! Watching Sophia writhe as she did was intoxicating, especially as she could offer no real resistance now. Brynhild took her spoils, enjoying the feel of Sophia’s flawless skin as she kissed at her stomach. Each squeeze caused her to writhe and strain, giving Brynhild a view to die for as she could not help herself but near shiver in delight. She had her way, kissing deeper and all over. The watching crowd were in rage at the display, but Brynhild did not care. She came into this match looking to demolish an upstart, and demolish she had! She squeezed just that bit tighter, enough to leave Sophia gasping for air and in total agony as she was dipped into a deep C like shape. By now she could see the alluring woman trying to give up… but Brynhild was not done with her!

Hoisting her upwards, Brynhild would adjust her grip, before taking Sophia’s lips with her own for a deep kiss! Her tongue slipped into her mouth, entwining with the German’s own as she kissed her with a longing passion. With her lips captured in a passionate kiss, there was no verbal way for Sophia to surrender, no visible way to signal a tap out with her arms trapped at her sides.

It was perfect!

Brynhild moaned in the kiss, enjoying the sensation, knowing she had utterly dominated Sophia, and now had the woman at her own mercy. Her squeezing was long and hard, her arms folding tighter and pulling in against Sophia’s spine. She felt her body shudder, near giving to the pressure as Sophia tried to break the kiss. It was no use, Brynhild kept hold of her, giggling… enjoying her catch. She was so lost in the moment that she did not realise she was squeezing tighter… and tighter, until she could taste a little copper within her own mouth. It was only when she pulled back from the passionate kissing that she could see there was a line of blood coming from Sophia’s mouth. Her eyes were closed and she looked unresponsive, prompting the referee to come and check her.

“I… I think she’s out! That’s it! Ring the bell!” The referee declared, the crowd raging as she should have checked much sooner as Sophia had stopped moving some time ago. The bell began to echo out, as Brynhild smiled in a dark manner, leaning in to kiss a few more times upon Sophia’s soft and bloodied lips, knowing it made for an imposing image of herself, giving a bloodied kiss to her crushed and unconscious prey. The referee rushed over, trying to get Brynhild to release her, seeing that there must have been internal damage… but Brynhild shoved her back.

“This is my catch… tonight… Sophia belongs to me!”

[thesteedman]

Sophia could do nothing when Brynhild locked her lips with Sophia’s before she could verbally submit. The German was all too aware her foe was doing this on purpose… she wanted to break her spirit more than she wanted to break her body, though given how agonisingly tight her bearhug was, both could easily happen. Sophia closed her eyes, wincing as she tried to pull away, feeling Brynhild’s tongue slide against her own. Her kiss was deep, and it was suffocating.

Without air, Sophia began to feel her vision tunnel as spots appeared around her view. Her legs kicked a little and squirmed, until eventually beginning to dangle. Those arms cranked around her body just a little tighter, forcing a long and quiet moan from Sophia’s lips which were muffled within the deep kiss. She tried to breath, but no air entered her burning lungs. She tasted copper, feeling a little liquid in her mouth, before realising she was bleeding! There was nothing Sophia could do about it though, as Brynhild continued to kiss her, before those arms tightened ever more.

Soon enough, Sophia was not moving at all. The inept Ref should have called it then and there, but she seemed clueless, looking for tapouts or verbal submission when it was clear Sophia could do neither. It was only when Brynhild broke the kiss that she realised Sophia Wolfe was out, signalling the end of the Apex Qualifier. It should have been over then… but Brynhild did not release her bearhug, instead she kept Sophia close. Her arms were still painfully tight, but they loosened just enough for Sophia’s chest to draw some much needed air. Still… Sophia was passed out, slumped against her captor as Brynhild made it clear that victory was not enough. She wanted Sophia herself as a prize!

[The Riders]

The referee tried to break Brynhild’s grip, which made the tall heavyweight blonde laugh out loud before she shoved her aside with a nudge.
“H… hey! Let her go or… or I’ll reverse the decision!” The referee nervously spoke out, trying to take command when she got back to her feet.
“Do that.. and this will be you in my arms instead.” Brynhild hissed out, with enough venom in her tone that the ref froze for a moment in fear, before backing away. She was too scared of Brynhild to do such a thing, leaving the heavyweight with her well earned prize. She smiled at the unconscious Sophia within her bearhug, slipping in a few soft kisses upon her bloodied lips, before slunking her over one shoulder with frightening ease.

She carried her prize up the ramp, the bell sounding out once more to finalise that Brynhild was the winner of this qualifier as her music began to blast on the PA system making it all official. The crowd were all on their feet in rage, but it was all white noise to Brynhild who smiled and carried the passed out Sophia away with her. As she approached the ramp, the crowd suddenly stopped and gasped, as Thereisa finally made her appearance. It looked like she was about to come and stop Brynhild in her tracks, but the more the crowd and even Brynhild looked upon Thereisa, the more they realised something.

The woman was wearing little then usual, having been stripped of some items of clothing. She looked exhausted, her body glistening in the low light, her hair unkempt and a mess… she had been in some form of fight backstage, and it was showing upon what was visible of her alluring figure. Still, she stood before Brynhild, holding a weak fighting stance. Brynhild simply snorted after a few tense moments passed, before simply walking with Sophia right past Thereisa. The adopted Mother of the Wolfe looked distraught, knowing she had no strength to stop Brynhild right now. She simply dropped to her knees, whilst the crowd looked on in horror as Brynhild took her prize with her, disappearing backstage with the limp and unconscious Sophia Wolfe.