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

[Weonna]

Theodora’s boots slid against the canvas as Erika’s strength poured into her through the lock-up. She growled through clenched teeth, her shoulders flexing and chest heaving as she tried to drive forward.

But the punishment she’d endured in the second fall was still fresh, and she could feel it now. Her midsection ached, her back throbbed, and her legs were just a beat slower than before. Inch by inch, Erika’s power pushed her backward.

Theodora’s spine finally met the ropes with a dull thump. Her arms trembled, still locked with Erika’s, her head lowered slightly as sweat dripped from her brow. She let out a rough exhale, lips parted, teeth gritted, her body pressed tight against the cables with nowhere else to go.

She was pinned against the ropes, straining but unable to break free—open for whatever Erika chose to unleash next.

[Underdoggo]

The two powerful ladies grunted and heaved against one another, sweat mingling and foreheads pressed together as they glared into one another. Neither of them wanted to back down, neither of them intended to lose; quivering arms interlocked, chests pressed tightly together, they seemed glued together as they grappled.

But inch by inch, Erika forced Theodora back. It was slowly at first, but then Theodora took one step back, then another. Grinning wolfishly, Erika maintained the pressure, keeping the momentum going against the ebony beauty grappling her. Before long, Theodora's back was against the ropes. Trapped, as it were, between a rock and a hard place.

Knowing she only had a small amount of time before she had to break, Erika suddenly dropped down and rammed her shoulder, once, twice, three times, into Theodora's midsection. The Alaskan's core still had to be hurting after taking Erika's bear hug last round, and Erika made sure to slam it with the force of a battering ram before she broke off; the ref was already starting to count down before Erika put some breathing space between them...

[Weonna]

Theodora’s body jolted with every shoulder ram, her ribs and stomach folding under the impact.

“Uhhhgghhh! Ghhhnnn!”

Her face twisted in pain as Erika’s shoulder plowed into her midsection again and again, the air driven out of her lungs in short, ragged bursts. Her legs buckled as the third ram landed flush against her sore core, forcing her to slump into the ropes for balance.

The referee’s voice was faint in her ears, counting Erika back, but Theodora couldn’t focus—her body was reacting on instinct alone.

As Erika pulled away, Theodora’s arms slipped clumsily from the ropes, her sweaty frame losing its grip. Her balance gave out, and with a sharp gasp, she toppled sideways through the gap between the middle and top rope.

The crowd let out a collective gasp as her body spilled to the outside. Theodora landed hard on the floor with a heavy thud, one arm wrapping around her aching midsection, her face pressed to the cool ringside mats.

Theodora lay writhing, sweat-slicked muscles twitching, her pride and her body both rattled as the ref began the count.

[Underdoggo]

Wham
Wham
WHAM

Erika's shoulder rammed into Theodora's midsection again and again, tenderizing those unyielding, black-clad abs with her repeated assault. And eventually, it was enough to sent Theodora toppling out of the ring in a weak groaning heap. So far so great, but Erika was not going to be able to bear hug Theodora from outside the ring.

Sliding under the ropes, Erika grabbed for Theodora's wrist in one hand and her hair in the other, trying to pull the other girl up. "Up ya go, come on," she said, guiding Theodora towards the ring. She would, of course, then aim to smash Theodora's head against the edge of the mat to keep her nicely stunned. "Sorry," she would add, before rolling her foe back into the ring.

[Weonna]

Theodora barely had time to register Erika’s grip on her wrist and hair before her face was driven forward.

WHAM!

Her forehead smashed against the hard edge of the apron, and the shock ran like lightning through her skull. A groan tore from her lips as her knees buckled, her body going limp in Erika’s grip. The crowd winced at the sharp impact, the sound carrying across ringside.

Moments later, she was rolled back under the bottom rope. Theodora slid into the ring, her body heavy and damp with sweat, coming to a halt at the center. She lay flat on her front, her cheek pressed against the mat, chest rising and falling as she struggled to pull air back into her lungs.

With a guttural groan, she began to move, her arms trembling as she planted her palms against the canvas. Slowly, shakily, she pushed herself upward, dragging her body inch by inch until she was on all fours, head hanging low, strands of hair clinging to her face.

Her back arched slightly with each breath, her body swaying as she tried to regain her bearings—open for whatever Erika decided to unleash next.

[Underdoggo]

Rolling in after Theodora, Erika assessed the damage. Even after taking four spears to the midsection, and having her forehead introduced to the edge of the ring, Theodora was still trying to stand. The girl was damn tough, and Erika appreciated that immensely. This, however, also meant that Erika was going to have to try a lot harder to soften Theodora up for the big, hugging finish. And Erika knew just how to do that.

Striding in front of the crawling Theodora, Erika leaned down to wrap her arms around the other girls waist, before lifting her upside down off the mat. For a moment, the crowd babbled in excitement and tension, thinking that Erika was going for a piledriver. Erika, however, was doing nothing of the sort: instead, unless interrupted, she would hoist Theodora up so that her back rested across her shoulder. Keeping her arms wrapped around the other woman's torso, Erika would bounce lightly on her boots, causing Theodora's back to be stretched painfully across her shoulder as she locked in a Canadian backbreaker!

Spoiler

[Weonna]

Erika stepped in front of her before her arms cinched tight around Theodora's waist. Her body was lifted suddenly, sweat-slick muscles flexing helplessly as she was hoisted upside down, the crowd roaring at the sight. For a split second she thought piledriver—then came the cruel realization as her back was shifted across Erika’s broad shoulder.

“NGHHHHAAAAHHH!”

The scream tore out of Theodora’s throat as her body bent unnaturally across Erika’s frame, her spine stretched in a punishing arc. Her abs clenched hard, her ribs expanding against Erika’s grip as her chest rose and fell in frantic gasps. Every bounce sent a shockwave through her back, making her muscles twitch uncontrollably.

Her arms dangled uselessly, her fingers brushing Erika’s thigh with each jerk of her body. Theodora’s head rolled back, dark hair spilling as her parted lips let out ragged moans. Each sound was half agony, half breathless surrender to the intimate cruelty of the hold.

Her toned body writhed against Erika’s strength, her rear arching slightly upward as she struggled to relieve the pressure—but every shift only made the stretch more unbearable.

“Ahhhh—fuuuuhhhh—!”

Theodora’s cries filled the arena as she clutched at Erika’s arm with trembling hands, her powerful frame helplessly displayed, bent across her opponent’s shoulder for all to see.

[Underdoggo]

The thing that made the Canadian backbreaker so painful, Erika knew from experience, was that it was gravity doing most of the work: the opponent was positioned with the small of their back balanced on the opponent's shoulder and held firmly in place, while their head and legs dangled down from opposite directions. This pull from two directions put immense strain on the victim's back, and the larger and heavier you were, the more it hurt. And Theodora was, if nothing else, definitely a heavyweight.

Erika bounced lightly on her feet, intentionally causing jolts of pain to go up Theodora's back. The ebony beauty screaming in pain, but seemed unable to even thrash in this hard grip. If Erika held on, she knew, she probably would have been able to wring a submission from Theodora eventually. But there was only way she was going to win this match, and this wasn't it. This was just a way to soften her up to make sure the next bearhug finished her off.

After a few more seconds of maintaining the backbreaker, Erika decided to release her opponent. And she did so: tilting forwards, Erika suddenly dropped down onto her butt, swiveling Theodora downwards so she slammed head-first into the mat as she finally converted her Canadian backbreaker into a piledriver after all!

[Weonna]

Theodora’s world snapped violently downward as Erika dropped.

WHAM!

Her head and shoulders struck the canvas with bone-rattling force! The crowd erupted, some gasping, others cheering, as the ebony powerhouse crumpled from the impact.

Her body flopped backward onto the mat, arms and legs splaying out wide in a limp starfish. Her muscles twitched involuntarily, but there was no fire in her limbs, no immediate attempt to roll away. Theodora looked completely helpless, her powerful frame spread out for the crowd to see, motionless and vulnerable—like she might be out!

The referee hovered close, eyes on her face and body language, while Erika loomed above her, free to decide whether to go for the finish… or play with her prey a little longer.

[Underdoggo]

Perhaps fortunately for Theodore, Erika was ready to move in for the finish.

She had done exactly what she had wanted: she had brutalized her for to the point where she could barely stand, where her ability to fight back had been dramatically weakened. Going any further at this point would be needlessly cruel: it was time to finish this.

Leaning over, Erika grabbed onto Theodora's head and began to pull her to her feet. "Sorry, Grizzly Girl," Erika said as she pulled her opponent upright, "but this match is over."

And with that, she would wrap her arms around Theodora's midsection, aiming to trap her arms, and, lifting her off the mat, would start to squeeze her in one final, punishing bear hug!