Romantic Entanglements

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Sabine’s knee had caught Storm in a bad spot, and left her reeling, but it was more debilitating than actively damaging; she’d had far, far heavier blows flung at her face by Morrigan, even under the auspices of a ‘friendly’ spar.

Still, the momentary distraction was enough to leave her defenceless, and the next thing she knew about was Sabine’s legs snaking around her head, and pulling her purposefully down to the mat.

Those silken thighs clamped together, hard. Storm grunted in discomfort as her neck was compressed by the strong scissor hold. Sabine was obviously no slouch in the leg department, and Storm soon felt her face reddening as she struggled for air. This position would be ruinous if she were left to languish here for any length of time.

After some initial flailing, Storm felt the urgency of escaping this hold, and started to fight back. She began by grasping Sabine’s ankles and trying her damnedest to pry the German’s calves apart. Storm knew that this woman’s thighs were strong, and that this would be an uphill battle; she just hoped that her own upper body strength would be enough to power through from this disadvantageous position.

[BlackAkuma]

Scissors were a common request in Sabine’s line of work, more and more these days. She blamed the watermelon videos on TikTok, the ‘snu-snu’ jokes, a lot of young men having fantasies of their heads being crushed between a pair of lovely legs.

Hers weren’t as good as Morrigan’s, if she were being honest - her partner’s thighs were just too large, too strong, too voluptuous to compete against. But Sabine was quite good at exerting maximum pressure in a concentrated place - slim, taut legs, great at getting at the throat. She hoped that Storm could appreciate the difference.

It would work, but only so well against the bigger woman - sure enough, she could feel her surging, fighting against her ankles, threatening to unravel them. While it was tempting to fight for the hold, Sabine didn’t se the point in maintaining it.

Not when she had better options.

Sabine abruptly unlocked her hold, but not out of mercy. She brought her leg up, held it, then sent it slamming down, trying to bring all that weight crashing down on her head at once.

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Storm’s face contorted as she struggled against Sabine’s scissors. The Scot had already been knocked out like this once before today, having lost the spar with Morrigan by getting ground down between the goth’s thighs. That gruelling experience was still fresh in Storm’s mind, and she was keen to not suffer the same fate again. Sabine’s legs might not have had the raw, massive power of Morrigan’s, but there was a skilled precision to the redhead’s handling of the hold, which Storm feared could be just as deadly if given the time to dominate.

So she fought back, hard. Storm braced herself for a long, bitter battle, as she pushed against Sabine’s thighs, trying to force them open.

She made some headway, but unlike the Morrigan, Sabine was a strategist. Storm’s mistake was in thinking this S+M member would stubbornly stick to a hold, even where the victory would be Phyrric, which was often the undoing of Jack. Instead, she found the German had no qualms about switching up her approach. Storm was taken by surprise as her opponent abruptly broke the weakening hold herself, lifting her leg up and then slamming it down on Storm’s head.

“Ungh!” Storm grunted, as the side of her skull was clocked quite hard by Sabine’s falling thigh and knee.

It was disorienting. In the aftermath, she tried to roll sideways, putting some space between her and Sabine before the redhead could use her thighs on her again. In any event, though, Storm’s head was ringing and she would need a moment to clear the cobwebs.

[BlackAkuma]

As much as Sabine would’ve loved, dearly, to toy with Storm in the scissorhold, it was far more fruitful to amend the hold and move on to something more effective, something she could catch her foe off guard with. If the noise that the Scotswoman made was any indication, she had been quite successful in that endeavor, too.

The woman was sent rolling away, recovering and making space between them and marking Sabine as the victor in their little exchange. She rolled forward, kipped up to her feet, and threw her hair back in a glorious motion that no one was around to see - such a pity, there.

Not wishing to waste too much time, she came hounding after her foe, closing the gap with a couple of hopping steps. Once she was close enough, she leaped up, tucked her legs in, and attempted to come crashing down on Storm with a knee drop, aiming the point towards her upper back.

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The panting Storm was relieved to roll away, and out from between Sabine’s long and dangerous legs. She propped herself up on her forearms, staring down at the canvas, blinking heavily.

“I am *not* being scissored out twice in two fights,” she grunted as she tried to recover. Storm swallowed hard and tried to summon the energy to rise.

Too slow. She felt the springing thud of Sabine’s feet on the mat, her opponent obviously closing the gap between them with aggressive intent. There was an abrupt pause, and Storm’s tired brain recognised a fraction of a second too late that meant the redhead had taken flight.

Storm’s broad frame gave her a lot of advantages in the ring, but once downed, it was somewhat of a liability, leaving her with a lumbering pace, and making her a big target. In other circumstances, such aggression from the domme might have backfired, but the ruthless Sabine’s jumping knee drop found its mark.

“Aargh!!” Storm moaned in anguish as the flying German’s full weight smacked sharply into her lower back, knees driving painfully into Storm’s spine. The floored wrestler spasmed at the hit, gulping hard, before flopping face-down. Storm flailed blindly, trying to clutch at her aching back and maybe push Sabine off, but her efforts were blunted as she was clearly reeling from the redhead’s attacks.