"The Strongest Embrace Charity Event: Theodora’s Bearhug Match Invitation!"

[Weonna]

Theodora groaned as Erika’s hands latched onto her head and began to pull her upward. Her muscles twitched with protest, her body still reeling from the lariat, her chest aching with each breath. She was barely upright when she felt one of Erika’s hands press against her sweat-slicked chest, the other sliding firmly under her thigh.

“No… wait—”

Her words cut off as she was hoisted clean off the mat.

The arena roared as Erika deadlifted her overhead. Theodora’s eyes widened in disbelief as she dangled helplessly above the ring, her limbs swaying slightly while Erika began to press her up and down, turning the Muscle Bear into a living barbell.

Each lift sent a jolt through Theodora’s strained midsection, her abs still sore from the earlier suplex and bearhug escape. Her mouth hung open in a silent gasp as Erika made a show of it, and then—

Suddenly, the support disappeared.

With no warning, Theodora dropped—and her entire body crashed belly-first onto Erika’s extended knee.

“GUUUAAGH!”

The pain shot through her abdomen like a white-hot spear. Her legs kicked slightly from the impact, her abs convulsing violently as the shock sank deep into her core. She slid off Erika’s knee and flopped to the mat, rolling onto her side before instinctively curling onto her front.

Theodora let out a sharp, breathless gasp as she clutched her stomach, her face twisted in agony. Her muscular frame was heaving now, sweat dripping down her body as she lay sprawled out—her toned rear slightly raised, involuntarily pointed up as her hips twitched and her fingers dug into her own midsection, trying to soothe the fire surging through her abs!

[Underdoggo]

The crowd collectively winced as Theodora crashed, belly first, into Erika's extended knee, before she flopped back down onto her back again. After a round of being utterly brutalized by Theodora, Erika was now returning the favour with interest, throwing Theodora around like a ragdoll and even humiliating her a little by using her as a human barbell. Beneath that nice, pleasant exterior, the Canadian powerhouse had a shocking capacity for brutality.

And she wasn't done yet, it looked like.

Brushing her blonde hair back, the Canadian leaned over Theodora. "So, remember how you locked me in a boston crab earlier, even though we can only win by bear hug?" she asked the Alaskan. "That wasn't very nice, you know! So I figure I'll just return you the favour!"

And with that, she used her boot to roll Theodora over onto her front. Sitting down squarely on her ebony opponent's muscular back, Erika would move to drape Theodora's arms over her knees, before grabbing a hold of Theodora's chin and leaaaaning back, aiming to lift her foe's upper body off the mat in a camel clutch! She knew she wouldn't be able to force a submission from Theodora, but that hardly mattered: she just wanted to soften her up and leave her back nicely hurting for what was later to come...

[Weonna]

Theodora groaned low as she was rolled onto her front, her body limp and glistening, every breath dragging through her sore, punished core. Her back twitched beneath the lights, still throbbing from the gutbuster, and before she could fully register what was happening, weight settled down across her hips.

Then her arms were pulled back—draped over strong thighs—and her breath hitched.

Fingers hooked beneath her chin.

And then came the stretch.

"Aaahh—ghhhNNNGH!"

Theodora cried out, her voice catching in her throat as her spine arched hard, her chest pried off the mat in a slow, merciless curve. Her abs flared, her back burned, and her shoulders screamed in protest as they were pulled back unnaturally.

Her lips parted with each ragged breath, head tilted back in forced submission to the angle, her throat exposed as she gasped.

The position was unbearable. Theodora’s body was bent like a bow, her toned rear slightly raised from the mat, a mixture of pain and pressure rolling through her as her powerful form was showcased and stretched for all to see.

Her fists clenched uselessly. She gritted her teeth. She wouldn't give the scream Erika wanted—but every shudder in her frame betrayed how close she was to it.

[Underdoggo]

Erika was smiling at the crowd now as she wrenched away at Theodora in the camel clutch, pulling away at the other big woman's chin, relentlessly stretching away at her and bending her powerful upper body into a C-shape. She wasn't a vindictive person by any means, but as far as she was concerned, this was tit for tat. If Theodora was going to go for submission holds in a non-submission bout, then Erika would happily repay her in kind.

After a few more seconds, though, Erika relaxed the hold and stood up, keeping a hold on Theodora's head as she did so. Pulling the ebony Alaskan all the way up to her feet, Erika wasted no time at that point in wrapping her arms around the other big girl's torso, taking care to trap her arms in the process.

And then, with her own head snug slightly between Theodora's ample cleavage, Erika would lift the Alaskan off her feet and start to squeeze, pouring all of her considerable muscle strength into pulverizing Theodora's abs and painfully contorting her spine...

[Weonna]

Theodora gasped as the camel clutch finally released, her upper body slumping forward, the fire in her spine still burning with every twitch of movement. Her back throbbed, her chest heaved, and her knees nearly buckled the moment Erika pulled her upright. Her head spun from the pain—but there was no time to recover.

She barely registered Erika’s arms encircling her until it was too late.

Theodora’s eyes widened as her arms were pinned tight to her sides, her ribs compressed instantly. And then—lifted.

"AHHHHHHNNNNGH—!!"

Her scream cut through the arena as Erika’s biceps constricted like steel coils around her torso. Theodora’s abs compressed brutally, her back arched, her legs dangling off the mat. Her glistening body shuddered, each breath reduced to sharp, desperate gasps that died in her throat.

Her head tilted back, neck exposed, lips parted with helpless moans as pain rolled through her body in waves. The bearhug wasn’t just tight—it was masterfully applied. Erika had trapped her completely, locking her in a suffocating hold where strength and intimacy collided.

Theodora could feel the subtle rock of Erika’s hips beneath her as the pressure increased, her own full chest pressing against Erika’s shoulder with each convulsion. Their skin slid against each other, slick with sweat, heat radiating between them as Theodora’s toned frame writhed helplessly in the air.

Her muscles twitched beneath the pressure, and her spine bent painfully from the lift. Her moans turned to ragged cries as the pain deepened.

“NNNnnghhh! Nghhh—aaaahhh!”

She kicked her legs, but there was no leverage. Her arms couldn’t move. Her core—already damaged—was being crushed again, and her ribs felt like they were on the verge of collapse.

Theodora’s head rolled back forward, resting against Erika’s shoulder, eyes fluttering, body trembling. She was strong. She was fierce.

But right now… she was trapped. Vulnerable. Barely hanging on.

[Underdoggo]

The crowd was going wild now as Erika finally returned the favour, squeezing Theodora in a long, draining bear hug. The ebony Alaskan's moans of pain echoed across the arena as Erika squeezed into her, the crowd exalting at the sight of the two muscular beauties locked in a sweaty embrace. Erika, for her part, was enjoying the hold thoroughly as she lifted Erika off her feet, squeezing her with the full might of her considerable upper body strength, swaying left and right as she poured everything she had into the grip. Soon, she felt Theodora's head resting on her shoulder, breathing softly.

"Had enough yet, Theodora?" Erika asked through gritted teeth shaking Theodora's trapped body to the side as she tried to torque the hold even tighter. "Because...rrrrgh...I can...keep this up...all day!"

[Weonna]

Theodora’s eyes were half-lidded now, her breath warm and shallow against Erika’s shoulder. Every pulse of the Canadian’s arms sent another wave of fire through her ribs and abs, her back bending just a touch more with each squeeze. The sway from side to side made it worse—there was no reprieve, no way to brace, no escape from the grinding pressure that left her muscles trembling.

She could feel her body fighting to stay strong, every instinct screaming to keep resisting. But she also felt her stamina bleeding away with every second, and a grim realization settled in. If she let Erika drain her completely here, she’d be nothing but prey for the final fall.

With a sharp exhale, Theodora clenched her jaw, her pride warring with her strategy. Finally, she gave three quick taps against Erika’s side.

TAP TAP TAP!!!

The referee immediately called it, urging Erika to let go of the bearhug.

[Underdoggo]

And with that, the bell rang, signalling the second fall.

WIth a sigh of relief, Erika released Theodora, letting the ebony powerhouse fall to the mat. Taking several seconds to catch her breath, Erika went over to the nearest corner and leaned against hit, breathing hard, her body shining with equal parts her own sweat and Theodora's, glancing down at her opponent as she lay sprawled on the mat before her.

Admittedly, it had felt good to squeeze the Alaskan into submission like that, and not just because of the intimate-feeling closeness of the hold. Leaning out of her corner, Erika strode over towards Theodora, courteously waiting for the Alaskan to get back up. "One more fall, teddy bear," she breathed with a grin. "You think you're up for it, or all you all hugged out?"

[Weonna]

Theodora lay on the mat for a few seconds longer, her chest rising and falling with slow, deep breaths. Every muscle ached from the last round, her ribs still tender from that crushing bearhug. She could feel the grin, hear the taunt, and it only fed the fire smoldering in her chest.

Planting one palm against the canvas, Theodora pushed herself up to her knees, then to her feet. She rolled her shoulders back, feeling the tight pull in her muscles, and took a deliberate step toward the center of the ring.

No words—just a slow raising of her arms, fingers spread, palms open. She locked eyes with Erika, the challenge plain. One last time. One more test of strength to begin the final fall.

Her jaw tightened as she stepped in closer, close enough to feel the other woman’s heat. Theodora’s hands stayed up, waiting for Erika’s grip, her stance low and ready to drive every ounce of power she had left into this clash.

[Underdoggo]

Theodora did not respond to Erika's challenge; she didn't need to. The fire smouldering in her eyes was plain to see. Erika had thoroughly demolished Theodora in the last round, and threw her certainty of victory after such a strong start into severe doubt. This round, Erika, knew, there would be no showboating from Theodora, and there would be no pointless displays of dominance. Theodora would be looking to defeat and destroy Erika, period...which was fine, as Erika would be looking to do the same.

Erika locked eyes with Theodora as she rose, circling the Alaskan as the other woman raised her hands. Erika mirrored her stance, and then, wordlessly, the two of them collided again. Erika, despite herself, was smiling now as she met Theodora's strength with her own, pouring every last bit of strength into countering Theodora's grapple. Muscles glistening, the two powerful women were deadlocked in the center of the ring, two immoveable mountains grinding against another in a vain contest to make the other budge....