What happens when you refuse... [ Sophia / Avery ]

[thesteedman]

It did not hurt to be ready for the all clear.

Whilst not yet cleared to wrestle in the LAW, Sophia was still in good enough condition to train. The aftermath of the Apex Tournament had been especially cruel upon Sophia Wolfe, and it was heavily suspected she lost out on becoming the Openweight Champion because of the injury she sustained when up against Brynhilde. Though she had won the match, it had come at significant cost when facing someone an entire weight class above you. Her back and ribs had sustained injury from that near career ending bearhug Brynhilde had been determined to win with... It was said the mind made one forget the severity of pain to protect ones sanity, but Sophia could swear she recalled every second of that gruelling and oppressive embrace, as if Brynhilde was trying to break her spine whilst humiliating her.

It might have dominated Sophia's mentality, but her struggles and woes were rewarded when Sophia fought back for a well-earned victory... it made the road to recovery just a little bit easier, along with help from her lover Katherine Hart. Now, after what felt like an eternity, Sophia was all but back to her full fighting potential. Standing in a sports bra, and loose gi pants, Sophia's exposed core, shoulders and arms were glistening with sweat as she practiced her striking. There was an intensity to her movements even now after two hours. Sophia was a woman who could go the distance and it showed. There was still power in those kicks, dangerous precision in her strikes. Her chest rose and fell a little more rapidly, but as proven when she faced that heavyweight monster, Sophia was always dangerous.

An alarm upon her phone began to ring out, signalling the second hour had come to pass. Sophia sighed out, wiping some sweat from her brow as she took a few deep breaths. She performed a few stretches whilst she stood on the blue mats of the training room she had booked. Walking barefoot towards her bag, she leaned down and took a few modest swigs of her water before picking up a towel to pat down her glistening form. Though she waited for medical approval, Sophia was ultimately confident she was ready to wrestle once more. Her time nursing her injury had no doubt harmed her momentum, but she was confident she would get back into the ring and pick up where she left off.

Glancing at her phone, her mind was taken off the wrestling aspect of her career for a moment when she saw a text message from Kat, sending all the love as she always did. She began to text back when she heard the door to the training room open behind her and close. Sophia turned to get a glancing look upon a blonde in the corner of her vision.
"My apologies? Have I run over my time? I will be leaving in just a moment." Sophia declared, realising that perhaps she did run over her allotted time in the training room. She frowned however, hearing the patter of bare feet against the mat in rapid succession. Whoever had entered was coming right for her. Sophia twisted, ready to guard against what was coming as the phone dropped from her hand... but it was too late!

[RockRye]

Avery Merritt liked many things: fine wines that lingered on her tongue like a kiss from a forgotten lover, designer bodysuits that hugged her figure with the reverence it deserved, and Renaissance artworks that reminded her that true genius was timeless. But perhaps more than anything, she enjoyed influence. Influence came in many forms, but the most delicious manifestation of it was hearing one simple word: yes.

There was nothing quite like it. The moment someone conceded to her request, to her will, to her vision of the world, she felt a surge of satisfaction that rivaled the finest indulgences. "Yes" was not merely an agreement; it was an affirmation of her power, her charm, her inevitability.

Of course, with such a love for affirmation came an equally powerful disdain for denial. Avery hated hearing "no" in any circumstance, but when it came from someone she found valuable, someone she deemed worth her time and energy, it wasn’t merely frustrating. It was intolerable.

When Avery had seen the name Sophia Wolfe on the roster of returning wrestlers for LAW, her intrigue had been instant. She’d rolled the name over in her mind, letting it tickle at her memory like a whisper from the past.

Sophia Wolfe.

It took only moments for the fog of recollection to lift. That Sophia Wolfe. The Sophia Wolfe who had ascended to financial prominence in her own sphere with a mixture of ruthless ambition and unrelenting talent. Sophia Wolfe, whose reputation had been a mix of awe and caution. Avery's lips had curled into a smirk. Uncompromising, that one. Dangerous. Fascinating.

A flicker of recognition had quickly given way to inspiration. Avery had always prided herself on her ability to spot potential, and Sophia Wolfe had it in spades. The idea of forging an alliance between two women of such stature, both unapologetically driven, both adept at navigating the delicate balance of power and perception, was intoxicating. Together, they could be a force within LAW, bending the promotion to their will.

It had only taken a few moments of research to confirm the connection. Comparing photos of the Sophia Wolfe she had known from the business world to the Sophia Wolfe on the LAW roster sealed it. The same sharp eyes. The same commanding presence. Yes, it was her.

Avery’s excitement simmered beneath her composed exterior as she drafted her proposal. This wasn’t just about wrestling; this was a business proposition, a meeting of minds and power. The message she’d sent was calculated, elegant yet direct, offering mutual benefit without betraying just how much she stood to gain from the arrangement.

But Sophia Wolfe had told her no.

Not once, either. Avery’s persistence, her honeyed words, her well-constructed pitch had met nothing but a firm, unyielding no. That refusal struck deeper than she cared to admit. Avery Merritt, denied? And by someone she deemed a peer, no less? It wasn’t just an insult. It was a provocation.

The sting of rejection had settled uncomfortably alongside the weight of other burdens from her past that she hadn’t yet managed to shake. Together, they churned in her chest like a storm, leaving her in no mood to be slighted, least of all by Sophia Wolfe.

Avery decided there was no middle ground here. A woman of Sophia’s caliber, of her background, could not simply be dismissed. She was either an ally, a force to bolster Avery’s power and prestige, or she was a threat, a rival to be dealt with decisively. And Avery had little sympathy for threats.

She had made a few discreet calls, gathered the necessary intel, and pinpointed when Sophia liked to train. It was an easy thing to adjust her own schedule accordingly. The plan had originally been simple: confront her after the workout, deliver a pointed reprimand, and if needed, leverage her physicality to make her point unmistakably clear.

But when Avery stepped into the training room and pushed open the door, all of that changed.

The scene before her was irresistible.

Sophia, focused and oblivious, stood near the far side of the room, breathing heavily, her toned physique glistening from the exertion of her workout. She looked formidable, yes, but also fatigued, vulnerable, in a way that made Avery’s blood hum with opportunity.

A grin curled across Avery’s lips, wide and wicked, like a cat who’d found the cream. She felt her body tense and then release with raw energy as boldness overtook her. There would be no talking, not to open her proposition.

Her curvaceous, powerful frame was clad in fitted workout gear that accentuated every inch of her commanding presence. She didn’t just walk, she stalked. And then she ran. Her long legs propelled her forward with earth-shaking force, each step exuding power and purpose.

Avery

Sophia’s head turned only at the last moment, just as Avery closed the distance between them. There was a flicker of recognition, perhaps confusion, but it was already too late.

Avery launched her vaunted pump kick, her leg slicing through the air with precision and devastating intent. The powerful limb arced toward Sophia’s face with the singular goal of sending her sprawling to the mat in one swift, brutal motion.

If this woman wanted to deny Avery Merritt?

Then Avery would show her exactly what no would cost.

[thesteedman]

Sophia's scarred and half closed eye widened when the mysterious arrival came at her. The motion was a blur of flesh as a powerful leg hooked towards her face. A testament to Sophia's abilities and skill, she managed to get her arm up in time, looking to deflect the worse of the impact. As good as her reflexes were on this occasion, she had little time to brace for impact when that kick came in. With all the momentum of the approach, and with this woman holding significant power in her long exposed legs, the guard was almost completely crushed.

Sophia called out as she was sent back towards the mat, losing her balance from the sheer force before she crashed down on her side. She looked to roll with the momentum, her arm throbbing with pain, her senses still rocked as her own arm came in against her head. Her body moved on instinct more than anything as it was trained to do, and Sophia managed to end her roll on one knee in the centre of the mats. She tried to look as ready as she could, making a guard of her arms, but it was clear the blindsided blow had rocked her some... combined with the fatigue of her training... she was in trouble.

It took her a moment to recognise the woman before her. It was someone she had met before but in completely different circumstances. Her half closed eye widened along with her unmarred one when the blonde beauty stood tall, clad in little more than sporty style underwear, leaving her flawless skin exposed. Sophia had heard that Avery had joined the ranks of the LAW Federation, but to see her here and now, like this... and attacking her?!
"Avery Merritt?! Wh... what is the meaning of this?" Sophia asked, clearly bewildered by what to her was a completely unprovoked attack. Sophia was acquainted with Avery loosely in the financial part of her life, the two having discussed much when Sophia was deep in the game.

Avery had desired to partner up with Sophia, though the German beauty could not help but suspect in more ways than one beyond business partners. Whilst Sophia always humoured her in those elegant parties, she was all too aware the kind of woman Avery Merritt was beyond the decorum and smiles. Though certainly talented, Sophia was not fond of her self-absorbed ways. Whereas Sophia Wolfe looked to do good with her investments, there was always an ulterior motive with Avery, one that would see her benefit above all else. With that in mind, Sophia had politely turned her down back then, unaware of the inner monologues of Avery who looked to bring her into the fold... and a strange fate that the two should cross paths once more, but within the LAW. And now... here she was, launching an ambush against her... an unprovoked attack as far as Sophia knew.

[RockRye]

Avery's kick had landed solidly, but not where she'd wanted. The satisfying smack of her foot against Sophia's face had been denied, replaced by the dull thud of impact against braced forearms. Still, the force of her strike had been enough to send Sophia stumbling, her fall to the mats offering Avery a flicker of satisfaction.

Landing gracefully on her toes, Avery's thick, powerful legs flexed on impact, her body poised like a predator sizing up her prey. Her lips curled into a sharp grin, the kind that promised more pain to come, as she rested a hand on her wide hip. The grin quickly soured, however, as Sophia stirred, refusing to stay down.

The irritation flashed across Avery’s features like a stormcloud, her grin twisting into a venomous scowl. She hated resistance, especially from someone who should have known better. Perhaps, later, she would acknowledge she was overreacting. Sophia Wolfe wasn't necessary for Avery’s success. She had already carved her path, and her plans were unfolding perfectly well without her. But the weight of recent events lingered in the back of her mind, not least of all those that involved her past. Curse Jamie Harper. These and other annoyances had been simmering, building pressure. And now, standing before someone who had dared to deny her, Avery found the perfect outlet. Sophia didn’t just deserve this; she had asked for it. Whether the punishment fit the crime didn’t matter. For now, she would indulge in the catharsis of proving her superiority, even if she might later question the necessity of it.

Her voice, sharp and dripping with condescension, cut through the tension.

“You’ve made a mistake, Wolfe,” she snapped, her tone regal but furious. “I’m here to inform you of it... and to ensure you don’t make another.”

With those words, Avery surged forward, her powerful frame brimming with aggressive intent. Her footsteps were heavy and deliberate, each one sending a resounding tremor through the mats beneath her. There was no hesitation, no pause to reconsider. Avery Merritt didn’t negotiate.

Closing the gap, she reached for Sophia’s blonde locks with both hands, her manicured fingers curling like claws as she aimed to seize control. At the same time, she drove her knee upward, her lifted calf aiming for the side of Sophia’s head with brutal force.

[thesteedman]

"Mistake? What are you talking about?!" Sophia grimaced out, slowly trying to rise. Her senses were still somewhat shaken, her limbs complaining from the intense training session. Normally calculated and ruthless, Sophia was far from her normal dangerous self. As such, she was easy pickings for Avery who was making it her mission to punish Sophia. She managed to get to her feet, but Sophia's movements were sluggish, she yelped out when Avery grasped a handful of her hair, the motion undoing Sophia's ponytail to let her platinum blonde hair come loose. Sophia tried to guard against it, grimacing before she shoved her arms up between Avery's to quickly and firmly shove her grip off.

However, Avery managed to land her own blow before such ambition could come to fruition. Sophia felt a numbness as she was struck hard, grimacing as the side of her head took a hard blow. She had no real defence this time, the hard calf of Avery catching the side of her head. This blow sent Sophia back, landing on her back as she favoured her head with both arms. She shouted out in pain, mixed with bewilderment at such an ambush. Her eyes fluttered briefly as she fought for control of her senses, still somewhat rocked, and now vulnerable on the mats.
"Avery... ... this... is insane..." Sophia gasped out, trying to stagger back to her feet. Still dazed, her scramble was brief before she landed on her back, gasping, her alluring figure glistening with sweat. She tried to form a guard, watching as Avery stood over her, a presence to behold whilst she was upright, her eyes down upon her.

Sophia was left at a loss... whilst she did not agree with Avery's ways, she did not recall ever insulting her. Why was she doing this?! What was this mistake?

[RockRye]

Avery’s taut, powerful calf collided with the side of Sophia’s face, the sharp crack of impact reverberating through the gym. The sight of Sophia crumpling beneath her was intoxicating, her opponent’s body betraying her attempts to recover. Sophia swayed, staggered, and faltered once more, ultimately slumping to the mats where she belonged, beneath Avery’s gaze, struggling to pull herself together.

For a moment, Avery tilted her head, as if pondering the futility of Sophia’s efforts. But she finally moved deliberately, circling Sophia's prone form like a predator eyeing its prey. She raised one foot high, the movement slow enough to make Sophia believe another devastating kick was on the horizon. But at the last second, Avery shifted. Her leg swung smoothly over Sophia’s body, and with a deliberate drop, Avery came down hard on Sophia’s toned midriff, her thick, sculpted ass landing with force.

The visual was a commanding one: Avery’s curves, striking and unapologetic, pressed against the taut definition of Sophia’s abdomen. Her thighs, muscular and powerful, clamped tightly to Sophia’s sides, leaving no room for escape. The pressure was immediate, Avery’s weight bearing down on ribs that were caught between those unyielding thighs, and every breath Sophia took would be a struggle under the relentless squeeze.

Avery leaned back slightly, bracing her hands behind her to maintain her balance while keeping her upper body out of Sophia’s reach. Her pose was calculated, both practical and provocative. She surveyed the scene with a smug expression, her lips curling into a slow, satisfied smirk.

“No, this isn’t insanity,” Avery said, her tone sharp and dripping with mockery. “It’s wisdom. Calculation.” She adjusted her weight slightly, adding more pressure to Sophia’s midsection as she continued. “I’ve wasted too much time worrying about potential threats trickling in from my past. Why bother when I can simply snuff you out first? Every time you think of raising a finger or a word against me, you'll think of today.”

She tilted her head, feigning consideration, her smirk deepening. “And since it’s your word against mine about what happened here… Well, I’d say we’re evenly matched in that department. We both have dark reputations, don’t we, Sophia? The difference is…” Avery leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “These people love me so much already. My word may have a touch more sway.”

[thesteedman]

Dazed and bewildered my this onslaught of aggression, reeling from the terrible ambush, Sophia was regrettably going through the motions. She was on the backfoot, unable to rally herself, unable to think straight, two traits that had come to be her specialty within a match. This was no match however, and the attack had seemingly come from nowhere from a woman Sophia had not seen for some time. Sophia managed to raise her guard, her body moving automatically with her mind drawing a blank on how to counter. She had no time to breathe, no time to think, trying to shake the cobwebs of the last attack. Unfortunately her actions left her wide open as Avery had feigned a strike, instead dropping low to the mats to join Sophia whilst she was upon them.

Sophia groaned out as a leg crashed down against her bare midriff, making her sit up, which only played into Avery's trap as her other leg was quick to swing around. Ankles clashes together loudly, as Avery's thighs pressed in against Sophia's core, turning her body into a near hourglass shape. Sophia's back arched involuntarily, her head whipping back as she felt a cry of pain catch in her throat as her core was crushed between powerful shapely thighs. Instinctively, Sophia pushed against those legs, arching a little more as she tried to create space and leverage to shift free. Avery's legs proved to be live a vice, her grip like steel beams, closing a little more. Sophia's abs strained as she tried to twist free. Her motion managed to get her side on from Avery, with those thighs pressing against her lower stomach and the small of her back.

This position change did not benefit her at all, the pain just as intense as it felt like her stomach muscles might burst from the strain. She gasped out breathlessly, trying to shift again... but right now Avery had all the control.
"Avery!.. W... what are you talking about? W... what reason do I have to... aaghh!" Sophia was cut short as the pressure increased. Despite the intense pain, a little semblance of rational thought began to slip back into her mind. The desire to escape tried to spur Sophia into action, as she tried to shift onto her knees for better leverage. Her mouth was agape as she tried to draw breath, a few strands of her hair draping over her eyes as she tried to press her elbows against the muscle of Avery's impressive and bare legs.

"Can't breathe... L.. et go!" Sophia tried to demand, still clearly confused over the origins of such a brutal ambush against her.

[RockRye]

Avery leaned back, her smirk unrelenting as she watched Sophia’s pitiful struggles between her thighs. It was almost too satisfying, seeing a woman she had deemed so ambitious, reduced to this, flailing helplessly, her body compressed into an unrecognizable shape. Even seated, Avery’s powerful thighs dominated the scene, bulging with raw power and pressing into Sophia’s midriff. For a fleeting moment, it looked as though her thighs might swallow Sophia whole, their firm, curvaceous expanse eclipsing the smaller woman’s toned abs entirely.

Avery’s lips curved into a knowing smirk as she drank in the scene. But she knew better than to let herself revel in it for too long. For all her mockery, Sophia Wolfe could be dangerous. A fact Avery begrudgingly acknowledged, though in this moment, Sophia looked more like a lamb than a wolf.

"What's wrong, darling? Have you lost your fangs?" Avery taunted, her voice dripping with disdain as she flexed her thighs tighter. The squeeze forced Sophia into an even more vulnerable position, her struggling form twisted as she attempted to turn and shift within the crushing hold. The motion only served to make the vice tighter, Avery’s thighs closing in so fiercely that their thick upper curves nearly touched. Avery arched a brow, amused at her opponent’s attempts to escape, and tilted her head mockingly.

“I see. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” she said, her tone laced with mock flirtation. “All these years, you were wishing for a chance to grope these thighs?” She punctuated her words with another flex, her abs and lower back crunching in tandem as she poured her strength into the hold.

Sophia’s panic was palpable now. A chuckle escaped Avery’s lips as she watched Sophia freeze, her panic momentarily halting her movements and her words alike. “Oh, sweetheart,” Avery cooed, her tone darkly amused, “yes. That’s the point. You can’t breathe. Perhaps now you’ll understand how this works. I stay one step ahead.”

Her voice sharpened, the playfulness fading into a cutting edge. “You think you’re too good for me?” She scoffed, her fingers brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face. “You’ll learn, darling. If nothing else, you'll learn to stay silent.”

But Avery wasn’t about to let this become a lesson in Sophia’s ingenuity. The smaller woman’s struggles, however weak, were unpredictable, and Avery had no intention of letting her slip free. Acting swiftly, she reached for Sophia’s closest arm, her hand snapping around the wrist with a firm grip.

“Stay right here,” Avery commanded, her voice dripping with authority. She pulled Sophia forward, dragging her down into an even more vulnerable position. Avery shifted slightly, adjusting the bodyscissor to ensure every ounce of her strength pressed into Sophia’s midsection. With the smaller woman now draped atop her, Avery’s thighs became a cage.

[thesteedman]

Sophia Wolfe gasped aloud as Avery’s thighs flexed again, a merciless infliction of pressure pulsing through her increasingly tender core. Her abs felt like they were folding in on themselves under the sheer strength of those long and bare legs. Her breath came in shallow bursts, her ribs flaring in protest as she fought to stay in control, trying not to let instinct overcome her senses. It was becoming increasingly difficult, especially as Avery managed to pull her body deeper between her thighs! The sudden shift added much more leverage for Avery, her legs gripping deeper, near digging into Sophia's core.

Sophia tried not to scream... in truth part of her could not given that she was being constricted and left breathless... but she did not want to give Avery the satisfaction. Her body trembled, beginning to slightly glisten with sweat. Her abs tensed and strained. Her fingers clawed at the thighs pressing into her bare midriff, her nails dragging against the smooth skin with what little strength she could muster. She knew she looked pitiful, squeezed, gasping, and overpowered... but Avery’s smirk at least began to build a new defiance within her. Still bewildered by this attack, confused as Avery began to whisper sweet nothings along with quiet threats to her... Sophia tried to build up her defence and defiance.

“I... am in no mood to play games with you Avery.” the alluring German hissed, though the words came cracked and breathless. She grit her teeth, her jaw tight with defiance, even as Avery’s hand clamped around her wrist and yanked her into an even tighter prison. Her toned body now pressed helplessly against Avery's, her bare stomach completely eclipsed by the cage of muscle coiled around her enthralling core.

“Whatever you think I've done, I... ugh... won't let this pass!” Sophia spat, her voice laced with venom. “R... release me now! T.. talk me through it instead of trying... to break me.” Sophia warned, hoping Avery might see reason. Though confused, Sophia was a quick thinker, and it was becoming obvious to her that Avery believed she had wrong her in some way. Why else unleash such an ambush and onslaught. To what end, Sophia was yet to gauge. She tried to keep a defiant look upon her alluring features, but her resolve faltered just slightly with the next pulse of pressure. Her back arched instinctively, a choked gasp being squeezed from her lips before she could stifle it. For a heartbeat, her defence wavered. Then she clenched her jaw again, trying to refocus through the pain. A grunt slipping from her lips next.

Perhaps there was more to this, as Sophia felt Avery slowly slide some strands of unkempt her from over her eyes, as if to better gaze upon her features. Sophia's breathing was strained, her chest rising and falling deeper. With her wrist bound she had little leverage. Still... she began to focus as much as her compressed form could allow. If she could build enough strength... she might be able to stand and deplete Avery's leverage.

[RockRye]

Avery could have watched Sophia’s fingers slide along her imperious, taut, bulging thighs all day. The sight was mesmerizing, Sophia's hands trembling slightly as they traced the ridges of muscle. Those thighs were monuments of strength and control, flexing with deliberate precision as they cinched tighter around Sophia's midsection. Each shift, each pulse, seemed to draw more of Sophia's form into their unyielding grip.

The rest of the scene only heightened Avery’s enjoyment. Sophia’s lithe frame writhed and arched as she struggled to draw a full breath, her skin flushed and glistening from the exertion. Avery took in the way her opponent’s chest heaved, the faint sheen of sweat catching the light as her body strained futilely against the scissor hold. Avery’s thighs framed Sophia perfectly, emphasizing her own dominance as her gaze traveled up to Sophia’s flushed face, framed by disheveled hair.

Avery’s smirk deepened as she listened to the sounds escaping Sophia’s lips. Half-gasps, stifled groans, and the occasional sharp intake of breath. Each sound was a symphony to Avery’s ears, a testament to her power and precision.

“You think this is a game?” Avery tsked, her tone dripping with condescension as she tilted her head, her golden locks cascading over one shoulder. “Oh, darling. Am I to believe being crushed like this is fun for you?” She gave an almost playful squeeze with her thighs. “Well, if it is, I’d be more than happy to keep playing.”

She leaned in slightly, her voice softening to a dangerous whisper. “And I am talking you through it. The least you can do is listen, even through the pressure.”

With that, Avery allowed herself a moment of indulgence, savoring the control before shifting her position. Her grip on Sophia’s wrist tightened, and with a deft twist, she manipulated the woman’s body just enough to slip her arm under Sophia’s throat. They rolled onto their sides in one fluid motion, Avery’s superior strength dictating every movement.

Her legs adjusted, the bodyscissor loosening slightly to drape one powerful calf over Sophia’s abs while maintaining just enough pressure to remind her who was in charge. The shift was calculated, less constriction, more control. And then Avery’s hand came down, clapping over Sophia’s mouth to stifle any objections before they could escape.

“Shhh,” Avery murmured, her tone mockingly soothing as her palm pressed firmly against Sophia’s lips. “You don’t need to say anything right now. Just listen.” She leaned closer, her voice a mix of honeyed menace and cool detachment.

“You made it perfectly clear you think you’re too good for me when you declined my offer. And that’s fine, if wrong,” Avery continued, her gaze piercing. “But don’t think I don’t understand the rules here. Two women like us? Two lionesses prowling the same hunting ground? We can’t occupy the same space without conflict.” Her hand shifted slightly, allowing Sophia just enough air to take shallow breaths and mutter an answer if she wished.

“You have access to dirt on me, Sophia. You’ve got leverage you could use against me. But I’m here to make sure you never feel brave enough to try.” Avery’s hand tightened momentarily on Sophia’s face, her fingers splaying across her cheeks as she finished her declaration.