Is this a joke? Natascha Najek vs Sophia Wolfe

[xalex]

Natasha would see how Sophia was pulling her free arm back hoping to land a strike on the Russian. But natasha would use her grip on the arm of her opponent to pull with all her power at the arm of her opponent, trying to pull her over her own body.
At the very same time Natasha would throw oner of her legs upwards and bring it towards her own upper chest. If everything would go according to her plan her knee would be colliding with the head of her opponent for a brutal collision. The russsian would then roll over, still holding on to the wrist of her opponent with both of her hands. Slowly natasha rised back to er feet while staring down her foe with a twisted and evil smile, knowing now she could not run anymore!

[thesteedman]

"G... get off of me!" Sophia gasped out, as Natasha tanked against her strikes and kept her vice grip upon the German's wrist. Sophia looked to try and pull away, but her opponent had other ideas in mind. Not able to stand up against Natasha's strength, she lost the tug of war, as brief as it was... being pulled hard towards the larger Russian with brutal force.

Sophia gasped out as she was pulled down towards Natasha, who deftly managed to shift her position, lying back before raising one of her powerful legs upwards. Sophia looked to try and defend herself, but she had no leverage and the notion was too quick. She barely turned her head, but it did her little good when she was forced into Natasha's knee, being hit brutally upon the side of the temple with excessive force!

The result naturally dazed Sophia, and she dropped down to both of her knees, grasping at her head with her free arm. She winced in clear pain, rocked and stunned! Unaware that Natasha still had a powerful grasp on her wrist to prevent her from going anywhere.

[xalex]

Natasha used the grip on the wrist of her opponent to slowly pull the small martial artist back up to her feet again and place her right in front of her. Then she would let go with one hand and layed the hand onto the chest of her opponent to shove her backwards with an big push. When The two arms were stretched out as much as possible, natasha used the arm like a leash and pull her opponent back towards her. She would jump forwards herself and use her free arm to slam a clothesline across the chest of her opponent hoping to smash her down to the mat.
Natasha would still not let go of the wrist of her opponent and squeeze it thighly before pulling Sophia back up to her feet once again only to repeat the same thing over again. All together she would smash three clotheslines into the chest of her opponent before letting her stay down on the ground.
The Russian would smile down and put a boot on the body of her opponent, still holding on to the wriest. Slwoly she started to pull up the arm while shoving her foot down harder and harder, like she tried to ripe the arm off her opponent.

[thesteedman]

The crowd gasped out as Natasha was able to land each of her devastating clotheslines, each of them looking more dangerous and powerful than the last. Sophia managed to put some guard up against the first, but the Russian's powerful arm managed to break through her guard, slamming her down. Sophia made a feeble attempt to guard the second... only to find the same result... before the third simply caught all of the German, as after two deadly hits, she was unable to offer any real resistance.

Each clothesline put Sophia on her back, making her near fold in on herself from the impact... all whilst Natasha kept hold of her wrist to try and prevent her escape whilst using her own limb as a means to pull her back to her feet with frightening ease. It was a tactic that was working. Sophia was left gasping breathlessly upon the canvas after the third hit, before shouting out in agony when Natasha placed her foot upon against her bare midriff, pulling against her captured wrist to stretch her arm to its limits. Sophia's body tensed, trying to endure as she could not stop herself from screaming out, feeling Natasha threatening to pop her shoulder out of its socket.

In desperation, Sophia tried to kick towards the back of Natasha's knees, hoping to try and trip her up... anything to stop the agonising stretch against her limb as the Russian's boot began to dig gruellingly firmly into her body in unison!

[xalex]

Natasha would notive how her opponent began to struggle below her, like fish caught on land. She would smirk a little bi when she saw her opponent scruffle. She would only take that as motivation to pull even harder at the arm of her opponent. Suddenly a knee would shoot towards the leg of Natasha and would nail her right into the thigh. The Russian would feel a short sharp pain shoot throughout her whole body. She would grind her teeth before the next would hit her again and then the next. This was starting to make the leg of Natasha weaker and weaker as she felt how her knee began to shake a little bit.
She would decide to lift her boot up and give up this hold just to make sure that Sophia was not landing any critical hits on her. Instead she would yank at her arm again this time trying to make Sophia stand back up to her feet and place her in front of herself again. With and fast movement natasha would pull the smaller woman in and lean down to grab her between her legs and spin her around. She would throw Sohpia upwards into the air before slamming her with a huge bodyslam into the mat while finally letting go of the arm.

[thesteedman]

Sophia could feel the progress of her strikes, as the agonising stretch upon her arm and the boot pressed against her core slowly began to relinquish with each hard kick against Natasha's hard leg! When it felt like freedom was only moments away, Natasha smartly began to change the game plan. With a big pull, Sophia was hoisted upwards onto her feet with frightening ease... finally free of the brutality of Natasha's submission hold... however, the German was exactly where she did not want to be, and that was up close and personal with the Russian!

Sophia gasped out in alarm as a powerful arm slid below her, scooping her up once more with a terrifying ease, as if Sophia weighed nothing at all! The crowd began to jeer as she was lifted up high, before being slammed down into the centre of the ring with impressive strength. The entire canvas rattled when Sophia impacted against it, and likewise it felt like Sophia's form rattled, causing intense pain through her spine which spread all along her body, down her limbs and along her back. Sophia bridged, favouring her spine as a shout of pain was forced from her lips! Natasha was really brining the fight to her... and Sophia knew she could not keep taking such heavy moves!

[xalex]

Natasha was sure the match was already over. She would smirk while looking down onto the broken and brused body of her opponent before leaning down again. She would grab the head of Sophia with both of her hands and would squeeze it a little bit before slowly pulling her back up to her feet again. She placed Sophia right in front of herself and made sure that she was standing stable enough for a moment. Then natasha bowed down and warped both of her arms around the midsection of her opponent. With a twisted smile on her face she would start to bring her arms tighter and tighter around the body of her opponent. With one impulse natasha would stand back up tall again to lift her opponent into the air. She would almost lay Sophia over her shoulder, but still press the shoulder into the Stomach of the martial artist. Natasha began to squeeze the smaller owman in a monster bearhug.  

[thesteedman]

"UUugh!" Sophia winced in clear pain when Natasha was able to woman handle her with frightening ease. Her grasp upon her head was a powerful one, crushing her temple and causing an intense and distracting pain. Sophia reached up at Natasha's hands to try and pry free of the powerful grasp, but she could not compare to the immense strength of her Russian opponent. Even worse, Natasha began to lift her up off her feet, putting terrible strain upon Sophia's neck as she now shouted in agony, unable to prevent her opponent from doing so.

Lifted up and placed onto her bare feet, Sophia gasped out when she was finally released. She nearly stumbled back, trying hard to regain her senses with Natasha gaining such terrible momentum against her. Before she could even go anywhere, powerful arms encircled around her slender waist, and slowly but firmly, Sophia was pulled into Natasha, feeling her bare midriff press and grind against her own. Sophia gasped, grasping and prying at the powerful arms, looking straight into Natasha's eyes to see malicious intent. She was about to strike her, looking to try and get free of the embrace, when a powerful squeeze caused Sophia to groan out in pain, arching back!

Natasha pulled her up high off her feet, squeezing hard in a devastating bearhugs. Sophia arched into a C like shape, finding it hard to think, feeling Natasha's shoulder press into her lower stomach as her arms tightened around her slender waist. Sophia was in trouble, and gasped breathlessly, attempting to push against Natasha's chin in a means to find release!

[xalex]

Natasha would smile upwards, looking into the face of her opponent. Her own face would show a sadistic and satisfied smile as she was seeing how her opponent was squealing in pain. The Russian was about to break her, snap Sophia into two just using the bare power of her arms. She would move around the ring slightly to move the two right into the centre of the ring, just to make sure that everyone would see what happened if you mess with Natasha.
But suddenly the smile of Natsha would disappear when her opponent would put her small and weak hands into her face and pushed into it. Natasha would turn her head away trying to make the hands slip away but soon they would settle onto her chin and press against her with surprising strength. Natasha would start to grind her teeth as the hands forced her head backwards into her neck, overstretching her throat in a painful manor. Natasha was even forced to lean backwards a bit but she was surly not letting go of her foe. “get your filthy hands out of my face!” would she hiss between her teeth.

[thesteedman]

Natasha's bearhug was simply monstrous! Her arms continued to enclose around Sophia's slender waist, making her bare midriff strain from the sheer pressure. Each second that passed only made the hold all the more agonising, as Sophia moaned out in clear pain. Her back arched a little more, her toes curled and her body tensed up to try and endure. The German could feel the grip getting tighter, making her gasp out breathlessly as the fight was being squeezed from her alluring form.

However, her struggles managed to gain some leverage, as her push against Natasha's chin managed to ease the bearhug somewhat, giving Sophia time to think and even breath, if only it was a little. She could hear her lower spine clicking and creaking under the immense pressure, and bit on her lower lip to try and suppress another moan. Pushing back against Natasha's head did give her some precious space however, and soon Sophia released one of her hands from the Russian's head, looking to go for a big strike against her temple in an attempt to escape her brutal bearhug!