Maoris and Vikings: Karen Gale vs Sven Thorsten

[Underdoggo]

Dark spots were starting to form across Karen's vision now as Sven squeezed into her; from under his armpit, she was only able to give a muffle rasp as she grabbed futilely at his encircling bicep. Between the pressure around her skull and the relentless, crushing squeeze around her waist, she had no idea what was going to happen first-- her running out of air, or her sides being caved in. Trapped in the prison of Sven's muscles, all Karen could do was try to edge her legs towards the ropes, hoping to hook one of them for a rope break...

But no, Sven quickly caught on to that. She felt herself being dragged away from the ropes, her head still encircled against Sven's sweaty bicep and abs...though the pressure around her waist eased at that moment. She saw her opening, even with her oxygen-starved brain. It was now or never.

She pressed her boots against the mat and arched her lower body up, before dropping it again against Sven, driving an elbow back into his midsection. She repeated the process, a second time, a third...hoping with each successive blow that Sven would release her before she passed out...

[Sven]

He imagined it could be an opening for Karen to escape from the submission hold. And yet, he had to take distance from the ropes because he was sure she could manage to reach the bottom rope eventually. When they were farther from the ropes, the girl was still struggling in Sven's embrace. Both muscled bodies hugged in a sweaty battle. Karen didn't wait a second to take advantage of the now free mid body to get some space from the Norse body and land back on his mid section, hitting with a elbow "oofff!!" The hit was strong as the Maori landed with mighty force plus her own body weight. She repeated the action more times until Sven couldn't take more and released the hold, pushing the girl on a side while still on the ground himself, in a seated position. Was massaging his abdomen after the multiple hits.

[Underdoggo]

Karen felt her elbow ram into Sven's chiseled chest, once, twice, three times, each blow eliciting a grunt of pain from the Norse jotun. It was after the third blow that she was finally released and unceremoniously shoved aside. Flopping onto her front, she breathed hard as she lay, hungrily gasping for air after enduring Sven's sleeper hold. Though she hated to admit it, she had come very close to blacking out back there.

Slowly and gingerly, Karen began to push herself up to her hands and knees, her body still a bit slow and sluggish after that sleeper...

[Sven]

Sven regained some energy after the struggle with the powerful Maori girl. He turnet to see her slowly going on all fours, visibly in trouble. He had to keep going with her now before she could get back on fighting. The blonde stood up and approached Karen. Overstepped her with a leg to go on a riding position atop of her. Landed down strongly to make her flat on the mat again and sat on her lower back. From there, he grasped both arms and put them on his legs. Locked the chin with the hands and started to pull back in a camel clutch submission hold.

[Underdoggo]

Karen was breathing hoarsely as she began to push herself up on hands and knees, sweat dripping from strands of white hair. Sven, as it turned out, was really good at submission holds, and his squeezes were about as powerful as you might expect from a guy of his size with that much muscle mass. Even as she got up to her hands and knees, though, she felt the full weight of Sven's body crash down onto her back, flattening her to the mat with a thud. "UGH!" she grunted, briefly finding herself out of breath again.

The bad news didn't stop there, however, as her arms were then draped across Sven's knees, trapping them. The next thing Karen knew, her chin was being wrenched back in a painful camel clutch. "UHhh....AUUUUUUGH!" she cried as her head was forced to tilt back, causing her chest to jut outward in a little in the process as her neck and upper back were stretched. Her hands tried uselessly to grab onto something, and her boots kicked at the mat as Sven stretched away at her painfully.

[Sven]

Karen was trapped in a simple yet effective submission hold. Her lower back was blocked down by the weight of the Norse wrestler sitting on her. The upper part was painfully stretched, drawing a perfect arch. The beauty of Karen was outstanding even in that troublesome position. Her chest delightfully yet viciously showed off by the camel clutch hold. The referee approached the two wrestlers and moved very close to the Maori girl "do you give up??" asked to her. Sven, for his part, was just keeping on pulling the girl back, stressing her back. He could do many different cruel things to her from that dominant position, but he's a fair wrestler and wouldn't sink so low doing dirty moves. That submission hold though was enough to put Karen in big trouble.

[Underdoggo]

"Ughnnn...gggggghhkk..." Karen's teeth clenched as her head was tilted back further, causing the pain in her neck to increase sharply. Sweat rolled down her forehead and cheek as her trapped arms continued to paw uselessly at Sven's knees. Around them, the audience howled, more than a few shouting for Karen to escape somehow. If she couldn't escape, however, then she'd be forced to tap. Either that, or Sven would break her like a twig.

Breathing hard through clenched teeth, she got her knees and boots against the mat. With a pained cry of exertion, she pushed her lower body against the mat, hoping to unbalance Sven and tip him forwards. Even if she didn't loosen his grip, she still hoped this would be enough to enable her to swivel her legs around to hook her boot over the bottom rope...

[Sven]

Sven was in that dominant position for a while now, but Karen didn't want to surrender. That girl is a force of nature, thought Sven. He almost felt guilty to inflict pain to her. But that state of mind passed quickly as Sven, being a professional wrestler couldn't allow himself to think something like that. And on her side, Karen being a professional wrestler too knew well the rules of the game. And so the Norseman not only remained seated on the Maori, he even increased the pulling, causing huge stress to Karen's neck and back. The referee asked again "do you give up??". Despite all, Sven would never snap Karen. He would release the submission hold before that. Or at least keep the torture move in a safe angle. The ropes were not very far. He didn't want to move from atop her though, and the only way to break the hold was reaching the ropes.

[Underdoggo]

Karen's attempt to free herself hadn't worked: Sven had not budged from atop her back, instead remaining solidly perched with all of his weight pressing down on her. At the same time, the camel clutch got worse; her chin arched back slightly further. At this point even her willpower was giving out, and she started to loudly cry out in pain as her neck and upper back were stretched painfully. Once again, the ref got in her face, asking if she submitted.

"NOOO!" she screamed. Breathing hard, she used her knees to try to swivel her lower body around, reaching a leg out towards the ropes. Sweat was dropping down her forehead and arms now as she tried to withstand the sheer pressure of Sven's hold, but she kept fighting as she reached a leg back...and narrowly managed to hook her boot over the bottom rope!