LAW APEX Finals Match: Sophia Wolfe Vs Brynhild Ederne

[thesteedman]

Sophia cursed herself. Despite training so hard with Katherine Hart, despite all the work she had put in to get over her biggest weakness in wrestling by tackling and building a defence against lewd tactics, she was still lacking. Her STF was dropped the moment Brynhild was able to plant her lips against her own, invading her mouth with a deep kiss. It was too much for Sophia, as her effort to escape only granted Brynhild the leverage to finally power free. After that came a big swing in momentum, one that would have Sophia thrown out of the ring after a raw display of anger and power from her opponent. There was nothing to break her fall when Sophia clashed with the mat from great height, hitting the floor with devastating impact the moment she was hurled over the ropes by a choke toss.

Pain wracked through her form, causing her to grimace as she heard the anguish of the crowd reflecting her current condition. The fall had knocked the senses out of Sophia, but she knew she could not stay down, all too aware Brynhild would be close behind. Despite the ailments and complaints her body gave her from the horrid impact of her fall, Sophia began to move, using the steel steps as a crutch of sorts, using the solid surface to help as she began to rise. Something happened however as she tried to rise... a sudden searing pain in the side of her face. A pain she had not felt in a very long time as it felt like the flesh of her scar tissue upon her old wound was being torn open. It brought intense pain amongst a sudden odd dullness to the rest of her body. She heard steel ring out, she could have sworn she felt impact upon her head. It was all so fast she failed to realise what had happened as she found herself on her back, feeling wetness on the side of her face.

Her half closed eye had limited visibility as it was... but right now she could not even open it at all. She checked her face, feeling that wetness, realising it was not sweat as she checked her hand to notice splotches of red.... she was bleeding. For a moment she thought the crowd had been near silent, sounding more like an echo in her mind in the distance, but as her mind began to find clarity she began to read into what had happened. There was blood on the steel steps she had tried to climb a moment ago, and she realised all at once that Brynhild had kicked her head right into the steps... which in turn had opened up her scar, leaving a part of Sophia's face splattered in crimson as her old wound had reopened up.

She looked in shock, looking upon her hand, the crowd looking in horror as Sophia's alluring and angelic face was half covered in blood from the sickening and brutal blow. The German was so focused upon the blood that Brynhild was able to take full advantage of her shock, hoisting her up as if she weighed nothing, much to the chagrin and rage of the watching crowd. It was not enough that she had bloodied the crowds champion, but now Brynhild was holding her aloft, to display her work towards the crowd as a few drops of Sophia's blood patted agaisnt the mats below. Sophia glanced towards Thereisa briefly, seeing shock and despair upon her features, before she looked to Katherine, seeing a similar expression. Sophia was still dumbfounded, her mind reeling from such a vicious blow to the head, before Brynhild would follow up with another attack.

In brutal and gruelling fashion, Brynhild would flip Sophia within her grasp, before slamming her upside down and back first against the edge of the ring, near impaling her upon it as Sophia screamed out. She was slammed into a C like shape against the corner of the ring, her lower back taking the brunt of the impact as her torso dangled from the ring edge. The referee rushed over towards Sophia, checking the wound upon her face that had reopened, she heard her ask if she wanted to forfiet, but despite her agony, Sophia shoved her away and shook her head. She began to rise, favouring her spine, her midriff straining as she tried to endure the agony running through the side of her face and her lower back. She was in a bad way, that much was clear as she rolled into the ring... Little did she realise that Brynhild had slipped in before her... and was waiting...

[The Riders]

Brynhild might have felt bad, seeing Sophia’s half bloodied face and the way in which she was sprawled into a gruesome arch over the corner of the ring, had this have been their first fight, she would have potentially eased off the gas. But Sophia should have known better than to face her again. She made an example out of her the first time, but it seems that lesson was not learnt. She watched with delight, having slipped into the ring before Sophia, watching her writhe in agony whilst the ref tried to ruin the fun and end things early. This was a knock out only match, and in truth, there was some respect from Brynhild to be shared for the platinum blonde German when she watched her shove the referee away when she was offered an easy exit from the pain.

Brynhild would glare at Thereisa once more, knowing the veteran had taken Sophia under her wing. She recalled how Thereisa had tried to stop her when she took Sophia away after she crushed the fight from her form. She could do nothing but watch however as Brynhild just smiled and brushed past her. She wore that same smile now as she watched Thereisa…

Grasping Sophia by the ankle, Brynhild would pull her to the center of the ring, before leaning down and wrapping her arms around the slender waist of her foe. In a raw display of power, Brynhild deadlift Sophia right up off her feet, holding her in a strong embrace.
“I think it is time for the real fun to begin. I’ve been looking forwards to doing this again… you have a form I can never tire of breaking!” Brynhild whispered in a dark manner to Sophia, who began to struggle against her grip.

That struggle was cut short when Brynhild began to squeeze, aiming for that lower back as her massive arms tensed up and folded tighter around Sophia’s slender frame. Her bare stomach docked and dominated Sophia’s, as her arms began to roll and pump with long and deep squeezes. Sophia was left to arch back, clutching at her arms and pushing for freedom, before she was screaming in pain. Brynhild shivered in delight, recalling that this was practically how she ended the last match, and in truth it was her intent to end things the same way.

“Last time when I took you, I went easy on you Sophia. This time when I take you… I will have to teach you a real lesson.” Brynhild grimaced, pouring on deeper pressure. She dipped Sophia, crushing her waist, making sure to make the hold look as brutal and as sensual as possible to further manipulate and humiliate Sophia, knowing the mind games were finally working again. She shivered with delight, crushing Sophia Wolfe in big and brutal bursts of squeezing, even hearing her back click and creak a little. She watched as Sophia managed to slowly find composure despite the grueling crush, and knew the woman would try to strike free. It was why Brynhild would take initiative, suddenly locking her lips with Sophia for the second time in the match, kissing her deeply before squeezing tighter!

[thesteedman]

Sophia had been subjected to many bearhugs since entering the LAW. Management liked to throw her up against heavyweight wrestlers who were taller and broader than her, simply because she was making a good run through the federation. As such, taller and powerful wrestlers tended to rely on their raw power to attempt to crush Sophia. Though subjected to many crushing holds, it had been very rare that Sophia had succumbed to such submissions, always able to battle out despite the rumours that she had a weakness to such a hold. Even as far back as Alcina during their grudge match. None of those wrestlers had the ferocity and power Brynhild possessed however... Sophia had been bearhugged before, but the manner in which Brynhild's arms brutally enclosed and squeezed brought a searing and torturous pain Sophia could bring no comparison too.

It felt like Brynhild was trying to break her back, her arms seemingly growing and straining as they closed in around the slender and alluring waist of Sophia. She was left gasping breathlessly, and what little air did enter her lungs was forced out into a scream of agony. Such was the brutality of this bearhug, Sophia could barely think straight, relying on instinct rather than her wit, prying desperately only to be harshly squeezed. Her bare midriff was docked against Brynhild's, her stomach raw from being dominated by Brynhild's monstrous abs as they grinded and dominated her own. A few muffled clicks sounded out as Brynhild's bearhug tested Sophia's spine, making her arch and writhe, as any potential space for freedom was wrapped up by a deepening embrace.

It was looking grim to say the least. This was how Brynhild finished Sophia last time, though it was made all the worse by Brynhild purposely keeping things sensual. Clad in little more than her American spangled bikini and shorts, there was a lot of skin contact and grinding, making Sophia wince in disgust, as the mind games of the heavyweight were finally getting to her. Desperation spurned on more strength from Sophia, as she pushed and pried, looking like escape might be possible... that was until Brynhild locked her lips with her own, securing a deep and passionate kiss. Sophia moaned in protest, losing her struggles from the bearhug to try and push Brynhild from her... it only allowed the Heavyweight to deepen her squeeze, which in turn allowed her to deepen her kiss.

Sophia gasped, writhed... she was becoming desperate and sloppy, and being denied air only made it worst for her... but despite her initial panic she began to recall her training sessions with Katherine. Many sessions were spent enduring lewd tactics like this, with Kat teaching her how to put it all out of her mind. Despite Brynhild's tongue invading her mouth and sapping air from her, Sophia knew defeat here would not bring an end to this. As such, she blocked out the kiss, and focused on her positioning. Despite the terrible agony in her back as Brynhild continued to pump brutal squeezes around her bare core, Sophia looked to use the kiss to try and counter, realising how close Brynhild was to her.

She managed to wrap an arm around her neck, before breaking the kiss away. Wrapping her legs around Brynhild's own broad and powerful core, Sophia began to squeeze with a bodyscissors and choke. She knew the bodyscissors would not inflict as much pain as Brynhild's bearhug upon herself, but she was more focused on the choke hold upon the heavyweight, looking to begin trying to choke her out and counter this terrible and unbearable embrace!

[The Riders]

Brynhild could not deny that she developed a fascination in crushing Sophia. With both women clad in less than usual thanks to her own antics, it was quite a sensation feeling her glistening form locked and crushed against her own. Brynhild made her grip look sensual, and enjoyed the feel of Sophia’s bare midriff as her own dominated it, all whilst she locked her lips, forcing moans and screams from her victim. Despite having Sophia in a hellish squeeze, there was still too much fight in the German, and it began to show when she shifted her grip upon Brynhild, edging for a counter submission.

It seemed Sophia Wolfe was not quite ready to be finished yet. Brynhild intended to make good on her promise in this match, the crush the fight from Sophia and break her like she had the first time they fought in the qualifiers. It seemed Sophia had been training hard since then, managing to fight through the humiliation of the kiss as well as somehow endure the body breaking bearhug she had locked in upon her. Brynhild would be certain to make sure she was weakened when she next intended to bearhug her, but for now the alluring and bloodied German would need further softening up.

Sensing a guillotine choke counter, Brynhild decided to put an end to it in an instant, converting her bearhug into a spinebuster right into the centre of the ring. She hoisted Sophia up high, before dropping her form downwards in powerful fashion. The entire ring shook, as Brynhild further inflicted hurt upon the already worn down spine of Sophia Wolfe. Her face half bloodied from the opened scar, Sophia was left writhing and favouring her back in the aftermath of the slam.
“Trying to put a squeeze on me? I’m afraid that is my job for you tonight… not the other way around.” Brynhild teased in a dark manner, as she remained on the ground with Sophia. It was then she pulled her head upwards, before positioning herself to wrap her bare and powerful legs around the already tortured waist of Sophia Wolfe.

She could see the fear in the one eye Sophia had open, no doubt her moral becoming decimated at the prospect of being crushed once more when she had only just managed to find salvation from the near crippling bearhug, only to have her waist subjected to a frontal bodyscissors! Brynhild wasted no time, slapping her ankles together before she went for a long winded squeeze against the already crushed core of Sophia. She screamed out loud, trapped flat upon her knees as she gripped at her steel like thighs. Brynhild watched with dark intent, glaring upon Sophia’s core, seeing how strained her body was after being subjected to so much pressure. Her abs were so tensed it looked like they might burst, as Sophia writhed and struggled, finding herself back into a crushers grasp!

To add insult to injury, Brynhild leaned close, caressing Sophia’s half bloodied face, before she slid Sophia’s blood upon her own cheeks almost like war paint. She giggled, before leaning back and giving a deeper squeeze, one that had Sophia writhing in agony and desperation. Her eyes closed as her lips parted, as a fresh line of blood began to slowly slide down from the side of her lip. It prompted a dark and desired look upon Brynhild, recalling how she was able to make Sophia bleed from the mouth last time, ecstatic to realise she had done the same thing again for the final.

[thesteedman]

Sophia was left briefly stunned when her attempt to counter the bearhug was thwarted by a big slam against the ring! The entire surface shook as Sophia near bounced, feeling a terribly agony shoot through her back. Sophia bridged, her spine arching to try and relief the pain as she could not stop herself from shouting out. Her bare midriff was straining heavily, her body subjected to many back breaking slams and crushes. She had barely had a chance to recover from the slam against the corner of the ring before Brynhild had locked her into a gruelling bearhug, and now... it seemed her foe was not done with her body just yet.

Sophia tried to scramble away, but she was still in a daze from the heavy spine buster, her senses knocked. It made her easy pickings for Brynhild who lowered herself down upon her, before locking her large legs around her core for a deep bodyscissors. By now, all the pain and torture was beginning to eb at Sophia's will, and the thought of being crushed again clearly demoralised her.
"No... Let go of me!" Sophia gasped out, but her words only fuelled Brynhild, before her legs began to crush that already worn down waist for a brutal bodyscissors. Sophia screamed out, her head whipping back as her toes curled and her arms pried desperately for freedom. She would lean forward after the first burst of squeezing; attempting to strike at Brynhild to try and battle for freedom, but Brynhild followed up with a harder squeeze that broke her resolve and nearly her body.

Sophia screamed once more, before coughing and gasping as breath refused to enter her lungs. Brynhild's legs constricted Sophia's waist with the power of an Anaconda, following up with terrible pressure just moments after Sophia endured a gruelling bearhug. Her body was tensed so hard it brough pain to her abs and muscles. She tried to push free, but there was no moving those deadly legs. Sophia gagged, tasting a bit of copper within her mouth, before she realised much to her horror that a line of blood seeped from the side of her mouth. Brynhild was repeating history, and Sophia realised all at once she was in terrible trouble, knowing Brynhild caused her some internal injuries in their last match.

"No... Uugh... Not... this time..." Sophia whispered, her body glistening with sweat and her face half bloodied from her scar being reopened from the brutal curb stomp kick against the steps. Despite her ailments, Sophia knew if she remained here she would pass out and be crushed... she had to keep fighting if she wanted to stand a chance. Despite how heavy her legs were, she began to push against them, grasping at Brynhilds massive and powerful thighs. They continued to crush her exposed core, but Sophia had an idea in mind, managing to battle up to her feet whilst Brynhild continued to squeeze her. Wrapping her arms around Brynhild's deadly and constricting legs, Sophia looked to pull her, before stepping over, looking to put leverage against her legs to find release... but more importantly... counter her into a Boston Crab!

The crowd began to go wild as Brynhild realised what Sophia was doing all too late. Indeed she unlocked her ankles to get away, but Sophia seized on the opportunity, curving her legs and in turn Brynhild's spine as she sinked in a deep and brutal looking Boston Crab submission hold upon her tormentor. The crowd began to stamp and chant, realising despite the beating she was taking, Sophia was far from out of the fight. As for the first time, Brynhild herself was left screaming as her back was curved in a fashion it was not designed too!

[The Riders]

There was a determination in the German that Brynhild had underestimated. The heavyweight legend killer had taken pleasure in both physically and psychologically dismantling the alluring Sophia Wolfe, crushing her straining core between her powerful legs with no mercy. By now Sophia was fearing such tactics, and it was showing when she let slip her dismay when Brynhild prepared her for her dangerous bodyscissors. However, despite the clear fear, there was also a focus within the platinum blonde. Though blood seeped from the side of her mouth, though she writhed and screamed in agony, she was far from out of the fight.

It showed when she managed to stand once more, carrying a significant portion of Brynhild weight as she began to try and force Sophia back down to her knees. Despite her efforts, Sophia would not fall, even when she continued to crush her already worn down waist with a grip that would have made the Baroness proud. Brynhild was certain Sophia’s legs would give, and she would collapse and be subjected to a prolonged and deep squeeze that would crush the will and fight from her form… but instead Sophia kept her footing despite the unbearable pressure and crushing weight.

Rather, she began to show a strength Brynhild felt she was incapable of… not just in enduring, but in outright power not often displayed from the all rounder superstar. With wide eyes, Brynhild began to realise that there was a method to what seemed like madness and wasted energy, as Sophia gripped her legs rather than try to pry free. Brynhild was about to release the hold, but it was too late! All at once she was forced onto her stomach, before her ankles unlocked and her legs were bent back! Brynhild tried to fight it, but she could not, as a shout of pain slipped from her parting lips.

A large woman, she was not as flexible as more slender creatures like Sophia herself, and as such she felt all the searing pain as her form was bent into a vicious C like shape. Sophia settled upon her rear and pulled her legs with significant might for a woman who just moments ago had nearly been crushed. Sophia was hurting, that much was certain, but she was not letting those pains and ailments get the better of her, knowing a single slip up will have Brynhild instantly upon her again.

Brynhild tried to pull herself and fight for freedom, but Sophia had the submission hold locked on tight! Given the stipulation was knock out only, rope breaks were not really a thing right now! It meant Brynhild was trapped in this terrible hold, her spine screaming at her, causing her to grimace and clench her fists. The referee approached after what felt like a few agonising minutes, to make sure she was alright… but it would bring a golden opportunity for Brynhild. With wide and angry eyes, Brynhild grasped at the referee’s shirt, before using that impressive strength of hers to toss her right towards Sophia from behind.

The collision caused Sophia to break the hold as the referee crashed hard against her side. Already hurt, the impact caused enough distraction for Brynhild to power out of the hold. By now the larger woman was pissed, partly at herself for allowing this to happen, but mostly at Sophia for daring to fight back against her! Despite the throbbing pain in her spine in the aftermath of the grueling submission, Brynhild powered up to her feet, before she tried to rush the recovering Sophia, her hands outstretched… ready to try and break her once more!

[thesteedman]

Sophia was finally beginning to settle into the match, her old and usual self beginning to reveal itself as she began to turn the tide. It was unknown if she could go all the way, having recieved such brutal slams. Her face was still half bloody, the side of her lip down to the side of her chin still stained with the blood from when she was crushed brutally... but despite her ailments and agonies from all the punishment, there was something in Scar's one open eye that had not been seen since the match began. A focus and determination. Despite being knocked from Brynhild as the referee clashed into her, Sophia lost her grip, but barely lost her momentum. For the first time, it was she who was finally getting in Brynhild's head.

Having angered her by inflicting such a brutal Boston Crab, Brynhild was becoming a little too predicatable. With her arms outstretched, she made it obvious she wanted to locked Sophia back into a bearhug, no doubt to continue to crush her body and will as she had done so successfully, but knowing what she intended meant Sophia could react this time. As Brynhild charged towards her, Sophia fell backwards in a deft manner, swinging out her legs to capture one of Brynhild's own in a skillful leg lock! The purpose was to trip Brynhild, and she was successful... more so than she could have hoped. Brynhild went down hard, before her head clashed against the turnbuckle, bending her in an awkward manner, putting more hurt on her back. She favoured her face as Sophia went to work, grasping her leg and pulling her by her ankle towards the centre of the ring. It was than she hoisted that leg upwards, wrapping her arms around her bare ankle to lock in a dangerous joint hold!

Brynhild shouted in both anger and pain as she was locked into an ankle lock, with Sophia purposefully bending her leg and twisting the joint! It seemed Sophia wished to kill Brynhild's mobility, attacking her legs and joints.
"Your antics will no longer work on me!" Sophia whispered in a dark yet determined tone, before she twisted Brynhild's ankle in a brutal fashion, forcing another cry of pain and agitation from her heavyweight opponent. Brynhild tried to twist her form, her intent to try and kick or sweep at Sophia all so clear. Sophia however was onto it. She stamped her own foot down against her other ankle to keep her other leg in place, grinding her heel down against the bone whilst she focused on twisting and adjusting Brynhild's other ankle in a manner it simply was not designed too.

Sophia could feel great pain throbbing within her lower back. Her core was so tight it felt like her abs might burst. Any motion or movement caused pain within her form, making Sophia suspect Brynhild had inflicted internal damage. Right now she could not focus on such things, knowing distractions would open her up to retaliation from her rival. As Brynhild became more angered as a minute or so passed, it became harder to contain her. Soon her leg was free from below Sophia’s foot, as she began to try and kick at her. Realising she was losing control, Sophia changed things up, diving onto Brynhild’s back!

Wrapping her arms around her chest below her breasts, Sophia would wrap her legs around her waist, locking her into a bearhug and bodyscissors combination!
“Let us see how you like it!” Sophia hissed in anger, before she began to squeeze with both her arms and legs, constricting her rival who had been so obsessed with crushing her! She squeezed down hard, proving that she had alarmingly powerful legs and a good bearhug herself, squeezing down against the hard torso of Brynhild!

It felt somewhat satisfying to get some retribution against Brynhild, feeling her struggle to breathe, as she clamped down with her arms and legs to try and deny her precious air as she had herself throughout the match in her torturing and crushing holds!

[The Riders]

Despite Brynhild’s best efforts to get free, Sophia was not having it. It seemed the girl had finally found her impetus to finally fight and not be victim to her onslaught. By the time Brynhild was able to shake off the platinum blonde German from her ankle, she was quick to latch onto her back, before wrapping herself around Brynhild’s powerful torso for a bearhug and bodyscissor combination. Her arms were locked in such a way that it was hard to breathe, and her legs were alarmingly powerful, putting great pressure upon the powerful waist of Brynhild, causing her to grimace and grunt.

Her legs were still aching from the ankle lock, limiting her movement as she tried to recover. Brynhild lifted her form, able to carry Sophia due to her own immense strength, and she looked to shift the smaller Middleweight from her form. She leapt upwards, before shifting her body, dropping back first to crush Sophia between the mat of the ring and her own large and formidable form. Sophia cried out in agony, her body already half crushed and decimated from the work Brynhild had put her slender figure through… but she did not let go, rather, instead she began to double down, squeezing tighter!

“You… brat! Do you really.. think you can… crush me?!” Brynhild roared out, though she began to notice how breathless she was becoming. Scar was restricting her chest, making it harder and harder to breathe, and those legs of hers were remarkably powerful, a deep scissor beginning to inflict significant pain upon her form. Having looked into Sophia during their first encounter, she realised quickly that she underestimated her strength. The Middleweight scarred beauty had actually caused some wrestlers to tap from her legs alone, and now Brynhild was finding out why.

As the squeeze deepened, Brynhild could not help but writhe, moaning in pain and breathlessness. By now her magnificent and mostly exposed body was glistening from the extended fighting, her bare stomach strained as her chest and waist were constricted tightly. Brynhild tried to reach back for Sophia, but she had no angle to really get at her. Those arms and legs tightened once more, and as each second past, the normally simple task of breathing became more hard fought and laboured. A small line of drool slipped from the side of Brynhild’s parting mouth as she began to struggle. When she pried against the arms, Sophia’s legs would clamp tighter… when she reached for the legs, Sophia would squeeze with her arms.

Brynhild began to clamber upwards, but Sophia began to feel heavier now as the energy was being sapped from her. Sophia was finally getting revenge for all the times she had squeezed and crushed her, letting Brynhild know what it was like. As Brynhild tried to rise she collapsed again, as the crowd began to go wild, seeing that Sophia might potentially fell Brynhild right here and now in a crushing hold, an ironic end given Brynhild threatened to squeeze the near life out of Sophia in her prematch interviews. Her vision began to tunnel, as spots began to appear here and there in her sight. Another squeeze caused her to moan once more, as she clutched at the ground.

“Uugh! No! You don’t get to break me!” Brynhild would roar out all at once, anger fuelling her with a new form of energy, an energy she could feed off. On shaking legs, she began to rise, grasping at Sophia’s constricting arms as she bit on her lower lip.
“I’m the one who breaks you!” Brynhild would bellow almost like a battlecry. The crowd gasped out as Brynhild would launch herself back first towards the corner, looking to decimate Sophia and crush her against the turnbuckle in an attempt to be free of her almost serpentine constrictor like move!

[thesteedman]

As Brynhild would throw her back towards the turnbuckle, Sophia would release her bodyscissors from around the heavyweights waist, before kicking her legs out to stop herself being crushed. Grimacing with determination, she managed to hold off from being squashed, using her legs to press against the turnbuckle whilst Brynhild tried to drive her against it. In a deft display of skill, Sophia would then use her positioning to push herself up, kicking off the turnbuckle to flip herself over Brynhild, releasing her bearhug and sailing over her form.

As Sophia flipped over her, she would catch her neck, before hitting a vicious stunner upon Brynhild! The crowd went ballistic with joy as Brynhild’s head came crashing down to jolt against Sophia’s shoulder as she hit the surface of the ring. The impact of the high octane move sent Brynhild reeling back until she hit the very turnbuckle she tried to crush Sophia in, slumping against it as the move hit cleanly. Sophia herself looked exhausted, no doubt still pained from all the savage attacks she endured this match so far… but she powered up to her feet, her chest rising and falling deeply.

Seeing Brynhild briefly stunned against the turnbuckle, she could not waste another moment, and looked to finally go big to put the hurt upon the woman that had tormented her all match. Rushing despite all the pain it caused her back and her core, the bloodied Sophia Wolfe looked to run straight towards Brynhild, leaping up with impressive skill, before she moved her leg swiftly, going for an axe kick aimed straight towards Brynhild’s temple! Such a deadly kick attempt certainly caught Thereisa’s eye as Sophia was putting her style to use against Brynhild! The crowd rose to their feet as Sophia went for it, wondering if this would be the strike that knocked Brynhild out as Sophia committed everything to it!

[The Riders]

Brynhild had no time to make any defence against the oncoming attack, gasping as Sophia’s heel came down and caught her clean. Her head bounced right down before ricocheting back with her arms still draped over the ropes with horrendous force, but as Sophia befell upon her in the aftermath of the strike, Brynhild’s arms were quick to grasp around her, trapping her arms at her sides. The legend killer squeezed her tight, before slowly looking her in the eyes. As Sophia squirmed in the frontal bearhug, she noticed a few lines of blood began to run down the side of Brynhild’s face from just above her left eyebrow. The strike had drawn blood, but Brynhild wore a smile upon her face. No doubt the kick would have hurt like hell and shook her, but she was doing well to downplay it.

”Nice kick…” Brynhild would compliment in a near mocking manner, pressing her bare stomach against Sophia’s as she began to walk forwards with her. Sophia gasped out in alarm, fighting to get free, no doubt developing a fear for Brynhild’s power. For certain, the blonde heavyweight beauty wanted nothing more than to squeeze the fight out of her captive… but it was a little too soon with Sophia managing to get such a second wind. As such, she would fall back with Sophia, before releasing with her arms to perform a belly to belly overhead suplex! The crowd, Thereisa and Katherine Hart could only look on in horror as Sophia landed back first against the top of the turnbuckle, screaming out in agony as she writhed before collapsing down the corner back onto the ring.

The display of brutality was nothing new by now, with Brynhild making it look like she actually wanted to break Sophia’s back with some of the horrific slams she had done, using the very ring as a weapon to her advantage. With a dark smile she slid out of the ring as Sophia was still recovering, grasping her legs to cross her ankles together before grasping at her chin from outside of the ring. Sophia was still in a state of shock from the agony in her back, near being impaled upon the turnbuckle, and she had no way of fighting Brynhild off. What came next was another despicable sight, as Brynhild pulled Sophia, arching her into a C like shape around the steel bar, keeping her in the ring whilst the legend killer remained out of it.

Sophia shouted out in agony, her bare stomach being outstretched and tensing tight, whilst her back was arched into an unbearable position. Brynhild’s own body was straining with the effort she was putting in, laughing out loud despite her face now also being half bloodied, pulling on Sophia’s chin and bare ankles to bend her in such a way that her feet near touched her head. In a normal match this would not have been legal… but this was a knockout only match, and the ref could only look on as Sophia strained and cried out in agony. She wanted to tap out… but it would not help as it was not the stipulation.

Knowing such a move would not render Sophia unconscious, after what felt like several horrendous and agonising minutes, Brynhild would finally release her captive. Sophia rolled further into the ring, her body bridging as she favoured her lower spine from being bent so brutally. She continued to writhe and shout out, trying to regain composure but finding the pain was too much. In this stunned state, it allowed Brynhild to slip under the ring, pulling out a flat table. With Sophia still trying to get over being bent and stretched, Brynhild was able to set up the table with ease in the middle of the ring, much to the detest of the watching crowd.

It was then she moved to Sophia, picking her up by the back of her neck with a display of sheer strength, as she moved in close and licked over the bloodied scar in grotesque fashion. Sophia winced in disgust, as the crowd gasped and protested with Brynhild getting a taste of Sophia’s blood before smiling in a dark manner.
“I’m going to put you through this table… and then I’m going to squeeze you until you have nothing left and pass out.” Brynhild would threaten, before pulling Sophia closer, placing her head between her bare legs and wrapping her arms around her torso. With a big hoist, she flipped Sophia up onto her shoulders, her intent to powerbomb Sophia through the table all so clear!