Seeing Red - Sophia Wolfe vs Sha

[Darius 2.0]

There was a reason the bearhug was one of Sha's favorite moves to use in a match. She loved feeling of another fighter's strong body trapped in her arms. More than that, she loved to feel that strength drain away. Overwhelming her foes with her raw power and rendering their own bodies into helpless, exhausted piles of flesh within her grasp was undeniably pleasurable experience. As was proving just how much stronger she was then those she was facing. It wasn't unusual for Sha to keep her opponents in her bearhug long after they had lost the will or capability to fight.

As Sha's grip readjusted itself after delivering a mighty and prolonged squeeze to Sophia, she settled the karateka into her arms once again, somehow managing an even tighter hug then before! This would bode not well for her German captive. Already Sha could feel Sophia's athletic body begin to succumb to her squeezing. As their bodies ground up against one another, Sha was aware that Sophia's was crumbling against her own. The legs hooked to her waist had slipped off, leaving them dangling off the ground. Sha could swear she even heard a pops sounding off from the poor woman's spine.

What she didn't expect was for Sophia to slip her arms out of the hug. SHa had trapped them for a reason, and that reason was the karateka was deadly with her fists. Her having access to them again could complicate the future of the bearhug. However, it seemed Sophia had freed them too little too late. The German looked to be exhausted, and her freed arms simply dangled at her sides much like her legs were currently doing. "Yes you will," Sha said simply in response to Sophia's defiant attitude. "It's just a matter of time..."

With Sophia arched in the bearhug the way she was, Sha was granted a spectacular view of the woman's chiseled core. The sight of those impressive abdominals ignited something within Sha, and gave her an idea to hasten along Sophia's decision to submit. Smirking, the red twin would lean in to plant her lips against Sophia's stomach! Tenderly, Sha would begin to kiss along the length of the German's core, pressing her lips anywhere there was exposed skin. Sha figured the added humiliation would compel Sophia to give up all the quicker. Not to mention, her bearhug was only getting tighter...

[thesteedman]

"N... No!" Sophia gasped out in alarm. It was already a disastrous affair that Sophia was locked into a deep and terrible bearhug, one that Sha was known to apply to devastating perfection. Now she began to indulge upon her prize, dipping Sophia backward enough not just to increase the agony against her lower back and waist, but now take the spoils. Her lips began to explore over the beautiful German's exposed midriff. That area she had tried her best to conceal with a variation of her attire, only to have been stripped of her top!

Sophia closed her eyes tightly, trying to push against Sha's head, hearing those deep kisses and feeling them against varying parts of her exposed midriff. Her attempts to separate those lips from her to die for core however was met with a devastating squeeze. One that made Sophia arch right back in a flexible manner, incidentally giving Sha more access to that core that she began to deeply kiss upon. For the fans watching, it made for quite a sensual sight, the two wrestlers almost looking like lovers at this point, something that no doubt played mind games with the stoic and straight faced Sophia. This was not her style of wrestling... and yet it was a clear cut weakness many were beginning to exploit. It began to with Alcina... but Nha specialised it, brought it to light in more ways than one.

Now Sha was using it, as mental images began to play in Sophia's mind of that terrible night the two held her captive against her own will. It was going to happen all over again if Sophia did not do something. She tried to breathe but felt the air being squeezed from her form, making her dip back all the more. She shook her head, the ref asking if she wanted to give up now... it would be easy enough to end this humiliation by surrendering... but it would just continue again, elsewhere... and given Sha's twisted mind, no doubt Sophia would be left wearing less than she was now. Giving up was simply not an option despite the agony and terrible humiliation she was being subjected too.

It would not matter soon... Sophia was breathless, her struggles slowing, her prying becoming weaker. She began to move less and less, and soon enough, Sha found she was able to kiss upon the stunning blonde's midriff to her own desire. Sophia looked out of it... Her eyes were closed, her legs and arms dangling in the air. It looked like she had finally succumbed to the terrible bearhug. It prompted the ref to approach, lifting Sophia's arm in the air. It flopped downwards, Sophia looking lifeless, her body slowly relaxing more. It would only take two more checks, and victory would be Sha's!

[Darius 2.0]

Her muscular arms flexing tightly around Sophia's waist, Sha continued her relentless squeeze of the German, little forcing the very oxygen out of her lungs. The feeling of Sophia's athletic frame becoming weaker and weaker in her grasp lit a fire in Sha's belly, prompting her to take advantage of the situation by pressing her lips along Sophia's abs in a series of kisses; a move that was more akin to her promiscuous blue-clad sister than the red-clad bodybuilder! However, nothing about this match had been normal so far; from Sophia's total inability to properly fight back to Sha's surprising desire to lay claim to the karetaka.

Her soft lips pressing against the chiseled abs of her hapless opponent, Sha continued to make a total spectacle of Sophia while crushing her in the bearhug. With her muscular arms contracting around the German's waist like twin pythons, Sha was completely draining her opponent strength with which to fight back, leaving Sophia helpless against the Egyptian's twisted whims. The sight of Sophia not only being squeezed into submission, but also utterly humiliated by the barrage of stomach smooches sent her fans into an outrage. They urged the karateka to fight back against the wicked red twin, but so far their pleas fell on deaf ears. Like it or not, it seemed Sha had all but claimed her prize already...

Plating one final, long kiss against Sophia's muscular stomach, Sha would pull her face back when she noticed that her victim had all but stopped moving in her grip. She hung in Sha's arms like a limp noodle, devoid of any kind of resistance. Frowning, Sha would give Sophia a few extra hard squeezes around the midsection, trying to coax a reaction from the German in case she was faking. However, after a few tighter constrictions, as well as a bit of jostling, there was little response from Sophia other than a few low moans and the odd twitch.

Smirking at her victory being so near in sight, Sha waited as the ref came over to check on her limp opponent. As Sha dangled Sophia in the air, the official would lift up the German's arm before letting it drop to her side. When it did, she would lift the arm again before letting it drop a second time. Now all that was left was for the ref to raise and drop the arm a third time and victory would belong to Sha. As would her opponent....

[thesteedman]

It was a small mercy that Sophia was virtually out of it when Sha began to take the spoils of war as it were. Such was the gruelling bearhug that Sophia was barely clinging onto consciousness, scarcely even registering the humiliating kisses and the sheer display of domination from the physically stronger of the two twins of Isis. Such was the colossal grip of the scantily red clad twin that a few clicks and creaks could even be heard coming from the lower spine of Sophia forcing a few soft and exhausted moans from the alluring woman, as her very endurance was tested. The embrace looked brutal to say the least, those arms folded unbelievably tight around the Wolfe's lower torso. The German platinum blonde but scarred beauty was barely moving. Her chest heaved from the lack of air and her stomach strained, revealing her well defined midriff which Sha took deep pleasure in passionately kissing.

It was no doubt a taster of what Sophia was to no doubt expect when she would be claimed by Sha as a POW, though no doubt there would be less mercy with the twin no doubt wanting Sophia to be more alert when the second time came around. The crowd naturally raged on at the display before them, but it was nothing but white noise to Sha who took her time teasing her lips across every bit of defined muscle in Sophia's straining and intoxicating midriff. Clad in little more than a strapless sports bra, Sha had all the access she wanted, and slowly allowed herself a rare moment to become lost in her own desires. Sophia's arm dropped for the second time, and it looked like there was no sign of life. Sophia was limp within the Egyptian's arms, her head lolling back, her bare feet dangling as her arms remained limp. One more check… and it would be over, and Sophia would belong to Sha…

The referee lifted Sophia’s arm, one last time… before dropping it. Except this time it did not fall limp… a notion that would soon have the crowd on its feet! Sophia, despite being squeezed senseless and practically unconscious began to come too, her arm still lifted as exhausted and pained moans began to spill from her parting lips. Despite the clutch moment of coming around… Sophia was still very much wrapped up in a deep crushing embrace. Sha did not relent, her grip just as gruelling as moments ago, no doubt still certain of being able to put Sophia out. It was hard to think, the German could barely breath. A wave of adrenaline had hit her, but it would not last long if she could not escape this constricting and brutal grasp Sha trapped her within.

It began to look bleak already as Sophia began to flop against Sha, resting her head against her shoulder as one arm wrapped around her neck and the other grasped at those crushing arms around her slender form. Her toes curled and an alluring moan was squeezed from her air starved lungs… but as hopeless as it may have appeared, Sophia was going to work, deceptively positioning herself. She winced in disgust, feeling Sha grind up against her, threatening to deepen the bearhug and seal her fate, but Sophia was in position, and suddenly her legs lifted upwards, snapping around Sha’s waist in a tight bodyscissors. It was then Sophia threw her arms together, locking a unique frontal sleeperhold upon Sha! The whole move was deeply sensual in appearance, but after going through all she had in this match… Sophia did not care anymore… she had to escape this bearhug if she wanted to stay in the match, and soon had a frontal sleeper and bodyscissors combo locked in against Sha, knowing with such a deep hold she could potentially choke out Sha quicker than she could bearhug her to sleep, if she wanted to keep this struggle going.

[Darius 2.0]

With her victory all but assured over Sophia, Sha had taken to imagining what she would do to the blonde once she had officially claimed her as a prize. No doubt the first thing that would happen is that Nha would try to get in on her victory and request some time with Sophia herself. Sha would turn her down, of course. She was the one who set up the match and she would be the one to reap all the spoils. Besides, she needed privacy to explore all these feelings she seemed to have for the karateka. Whether it be to punish her or do....other things to her, she would prefer it if her nosy twin was not around.

As Sha pondered these thoughts, the ref had already let Sophia's arm drop two times. All it would take was a third and the match would be decided. So the ref took hold of the German's limp limb, lifted up into the air, and then finally let it drop as the final nail in Sophia's coffin.

Only for the arm to suddenly stop itself midway!

The ref, seeing that Sophia was still in the fight, backed off from the locked-up beauties, much to the shock of Sha! She was sure she had the German beat after bodying her since the match had begun. Nonetheless, Sophia actually began to regain life within her bearhug, shifting herself just enough in Sha's grip that she was able to slump herself against the powerful Egyptian's chest. The feeling of Sophia's warm body collapsing against her own, as well as the karateka's warm breath against her neck, made Sha stiffen. For a moment, Sha was frozen in place, being both shocked by Sophia's resilience, and slightly heated from Sophia's athletic front rubbing against her own. Her grip around Sophia's waist remained, but for a split-second, Sha was at a loss.

That split-second would end up being costly, for the next thing Sha realized was Sophia wrapping her arms around her throat, locking them together in such a way that made it so the red twin suddenly couldn't breathe! Gagging in response, Sha found her air and blood flow being cut off in the sleeperhold, making the red twin momentarily stumble on her feet. Unfortunately, this would only be the beginning of Sha's problems, for not long after she felt Sophia's legs wrap around her midsection for a groan inducing bodyscissors!

The dual holds quickly began to sap away at Sha's strength. Holding Sophia in her arms while being choked and squeezed at the same time was too much even for the muscular Egyptian. With a grunt of strain, Sha would release her arms from around Sophia, ending the bearhug, so she could try to pry at the arms around her throat. However, as the hold went on, th red twin would also drop to one knee as her strength continued to fade!

[thesteedman]

It was a move of pure desperation... one that should not have worked. There was so many things Sha could have done to end the counter submission even after it had been locked on. She could have hoisted Sophia up and slammed her down... in Sophia's present state she would probably have struggled to keep hold. In truth, the present bearhug still would have prevailed. An adjustment to her grip, and a good long squeeze, and Sophia no doubt would have passed out again, this time no doubt for the last time in the match. Sha had such power that she could attain victory from her present position, even with Sophia struggling and locking on this frontal sleeper and bodyscissors.

The German beauty had anticipated such a fate. She winced, tightening her grip upon Sha's neck, expecting to be near squeezed in half at any moment. Her grip was gruelling and already agonising as it was right now, Sophia still finding herself starved of air and her spine screaming at her from the constant constriction she had endured. However... that finishing squeeze did not occur, nor did Sha use her leverage to slam Sophia. In truth she did not do much at all, allowing Sophia a bit more time to lock her scissor hold deeper, before her shoulders flexed, bringing Sha's chin over her shoulder. Her own hold tightened, Sophia's legs forming into a deeper and dangerous body triangle.

Little did she know that it was her current position that would give her the sudden edge. Those watching could not deny that the manner in which Sophia locked her hold was oddly agreeable to the eyes. For a good moment the two women looked like embracing lovers, and Sha was given the prime position to experience it. Given Sophia had been stripped of her wrestling top, it was a lot more skin contract then before. Sophia's body was hot and glistening, and her well defined form felt tantalising as it grinded up against Sha's own. Each deep and strained breath from Sophia was felt by Sha, as her bare midriff grinded against her own and her chest expanded against Sha's own, trembling and exhausted.

Sophia’s cheek was up against the powerful Red twin of Isis, embracing her deep within her sleeperhold, breathing against her neck, all whilst her legs squeezed her powerful waist. That grip only tightened the moment Sha’s own bearhug was finally released. Panic had already set in as the ability to breathe was lost, allowing Sophia to deepen the compressing grasp upon her. The body triangle became unbearable, Sophia’s legs deceptively powerful, whilst her shoulders tensed up, bringing Sha closer. Sophia wished she had the energy to speak, to try and taunt Sha when she realised she was turning things around.

She felt Sha drop to one knee, and slowly she adjusted her own grip, bringing Sha dangerously deeper into her submission hold counter. It would have been perfect to drop a line about how the tables had turned, or what it felt like for Sha to be the victim of a deep squeeze… but no words manifested. Sophia was just hanging on… quite literally at this point. Every breath caused significant discomfort, and her back was in agony, feeling as if Sha was still crushing her despite her having let go. She just had to hang on… just a little longer…

[Darius 2.0]

When Sha had witnessed her sister Nha's match against Sophia, she warned her twin not to toy with her opponent too much and to end the match quickly. Nha (being Nha,) obviously did not end up heeding her warnings. This would turn out to be a costly mistake, because despite the suffering Nha had put Sophia through, the German managed to take advantage of Nha's carelessness and turned the tables on her sister, securing herself an impressive win. Of course, that only came after Sha had intervened and Nha had been disqualified. Nevertheless, had Nha not fooled around with Sophia like she did, she might have been victorious that day.

Now it seemed history was repeating itself! For all her lecturing of Nha, Sha had fallen into the same trap her sister had! In enjoying the feeling of crushing Sophia's sexy, athletic body, the red twin had fallen short of delivering the bearhug KO that she had been aiming for. Instead, it allowed her opponent just enough energy to pull off a counterattack that Sha should have seen coming. But the shock of Sophia's sudden rally combined with the German's sudden design to press their two bodies together made the Egyptian hesitate. Now she found herself squeezed around the waist by a mighty pair of legs as well as choked in a unique version of the sleeperhold; a position that found her fading fast!

The squeezing around her midsection and throat had already dropped Sha down to one knee, suddenly unable to bear the full weight of the woman currently clinging onto her for dear life. With an effort bordering on the desperate, Sha pried at the arms locked around her throat, gasping like a fish out of water, but could find no relief from the choke. The karataka stuck to her like a parasite, draining the life out of her with each passing second. Already Sha's vision was going blurry from the lack of blood flow to her brain, and the ravings of the crowd from the sudden turn of events sounded further and further away.

Another flex of Sophia's legs around her stomach made Sha groan in pain and finally she could no longer remain upright. The red twin would collapse onto her side on the mat with Sophia still latched around her, draining what remained of her strength. It was by that time that Sha's struggles had largely stopped and her eyelids and begun to grow heavy, for no matter how hard she fought, she could not dislodge the vengeful karateka. The Egyptian made one last tug at Sophia's arms before they slipped limply to the mat. With a final moan, Sha fell completely still, passing out within Sophia's arms!

Seeing this, the ref immediately went to check on the two fighters to see if this match was indeed over.

[thesteedman]

Sophia breathed deep, burying her face against the side of Sha's neck. Her body triangle remained locked tight, her inner knee locked agonisingly tight over the ankle of her other leg to form what was like the coils of an anaconda's grip around Sha's exposed waist. By now she was clutching onto Sha with what looked like a long lost lovers embrace, but it was anything up that. The positioning was perfect, keeping Sha's chin upon her shoulder, whilst both her arms were wrapped around her, with the deadly grasp coming from the arm around her neck in a deep embrace, locking in the unique frontal sleeper, all whilst her other arm was wrapped around Sha's shoulder and clutching onto her own wrist to keep the vice like grip in place.

Sophia grunted, feeling significant pain in her spine when Sha dropped, no doubt the aftershock of enduring a bearhug that by all rights should have ended the match. If it had not been for the fear of the stipulation, Sophia would have likely given up. She had been bearhugged before, and brutally by other wrestlers, but none could compare to what Sha put her though. It was not just the air depriving grip and the pain, but it was the mental torture and humiliation that came with Sha's own deadly embrace. Sophia had wanted to tap, having been squeezed beyond what she could endure, but knowing she would be Sha's prisoner was a fear she could not overcome. Without the POW stipulation, there was no doubt Sha would have been a victor long ago in this terrible match up of mind over matter.

And yet... here Sophia was, wrapped around Sha in a near loving, suggestive manner. Her grip remained tight, and Sha was fading. Despite being starved of energy and air, Sophia tapped into desperation and adrenalin. It would not last for long to be certain, but it just had to last long enough. Sha began to collapse and Sophia tightened the hold. Her abs grinded against Sha's, agonising to the touch after her midriff was ground down and dominated by Sha's... but she continued on, feeling Sha's own bare stomach slowly begin to relax as her struggling began to cease. The referee approached, giving Sha the same benefit of the doubt she had Sophia, lifting her arm upwards.

The crowd all shouted out in unison as Sha's arm was dropped, slapping lifelessly against the ground as the arena called out
1!!
It was all white noise to Sophia. Her expression was one of despair, feeling her body begin to shake and shudder from the starvation of energy. Keeping hold of this grip was becoming an increasingly laborious task. She could not let go though... Sophia was not listening to the crowd, she was trying to listen out for the bell. Any sign of movement from Sha's near suffocated form caused Sophia to flinch in fear. All Sha had to do was lock her arms around her body once again, and the German beauty knew she would be doomed. Her spine was killing her, her lungs were on fire and her limbs grew heavier as if she barely had control of them.

2!! The crowd shouted out as Sha's hand was lifted again. By now though, Sophia was just holding onto Sha. She lost the strength and energy, her embrace was nothing but a display for the referee and she could feel air entering Sha's lungs again. Her chest rose, pressing her breasts tightly against Sophia's as her bare stomach began to rise and fall. She was breathing... but Sophia was desperate and hoping she was not conscious just yet. There was nothing left in the tank for Sophia... and it was all on if Sha was able to stir in time or not as the referee would lift her hand one final time. Sophia clung onto Sha weakly, caring not how much of their exposed forms pressed together... she just wanted this to be over now.

...........

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[Darius 2.0]

Naturally, being unconscious, Sha was unaware of what was happening around her. She couldn't know that that Sophia still clung to her tightly with her legs and arms, preventing proper blood flow and keeping her consciousness a bay. She didn't hear the crowd cheering loud for the sudden come-from-behind counter by a woman who had spent most of the match on her back. Most importantly, she didn't feel the ref lift her limp, muscular arm and let it drop the first time, or the second time. And she certainly didn't feel anything when her arm was dropped a third and final time.

That final drop of the arm would be what made the ref call for the bell, and that was the signal for a huge chorus of fans to get off their feet in righteous jubilation! Once again, the German karateka, Sophia Wolfe, had pulled off one of the most amazing and unexpected wins in recent LAW history! Sha had battered and squeezed Sophia near to oblivion, with many assuming this would remain a one-sided match. Those same people were now on their feet and cheering for their wounded warrior, who once again, by the skin of her teeth, managed to amaze them all!

What might have been more amazing was that Sophia still continued to squeeze Sha even after being declared the winner! Despite having been unconscious for the better part of a minute, Sha was still being choked and squeezed by the terrified German like she would spring to life at any moment. That couldn't be farther from the truth, as the only movements Sha was making was the odd twitch of her limbs. She was well and trull knocked out.

The ref, fearing injury for the Egyptian, would quickly try to pry and Sophia's arms to try and force her to let go, informing the German that she was the winner and that there was no need to fight anymore! Should Sophia release Sha, the red twin would flop onto her back on the mat with a quiet moan, where she would remain spread eagled and asleep to the world.

[thesteedman]

It took a moment for Sophia to even realise what had happened. She was so focused on her tormentor and so desperate to end the punishment she had endured that she failed to realise that Sha was out. The scarred yet alluring beauty had not even felt the tug of the referee's arm until she heard a distant warning echoing in the back of her mind, a threat of disqualification. The German had almost been in a trance like state, not fully aware of her surroundings, just focused deep on putting a stop to the madness and humiliation and all the torture.

The crowd sounded like a complete riot, but one filled with joy. The cheers had been roaring for some time now, as mere white noise initially to Sophia Wolfe, but soon taking more presence in her awareness. All at once, Sophia released Sha, unwrapping herself from around her neck whilst her legs loosened from around her strong waist. A glistening Sha collapsed onto her back, her caramel skin shining in the light as her chest began to rise and fall deeply, no doubt starved of air. Sophia herself looked exhausted. During the struggle her pony tail had come undone at some point, leaving her long hair draped as her fringe was matted over her own sweaty forehead. In truth, the unkempt and messy fringe made Sophia look very seductive, but it was far from her intended design, as her straight and now loose hair was left to freely dangle to just beyond her shoulders.

The referee looked to help guide Sophia up, but it took some effort as Sophia had so little energy left. There was a look of disbelief and bewilderment upon her angelic face. The eye where the scar ran across was half closed, never fully open at the best of times, but noticeably more closed off than usual. Her good eye had a look of weariness and sheer exhaustion. Her well defined form was glistening in the light, having been beaten and brutally squeezed beyond what her endurance could actually handle. She did not look like a champion who had conquered Full Metal Wresting Federation, looking deflated and clearly on her last legs, but none could deny that she did not look like a victor.

Sophia began to comprehend that she had pulled an impressive victory from what felt like certain defeat. The crowd loved it, and their applause only increased when Sophia's hand was raised to declare her the winner. For Sophia it did not feel like a true win... Sha got cocky, and she got lucky. It was a strong combination of both, and her expression spoke more than words as she found herself unable to relish the victory all that much despite the ovation she received. She looked to Sha, who lay on her back, still out of it for the time being. If there was one thing about this match... it was that she would not be Sha's prisoner... something that had been a true fear as the match progressed in Sha's favour. Whatever twisted games and terrible tortures she had in mind for the platinum blonde beauty, they would not see the light of day.

Sophia began to make her way out, before the referee would stop her in her tracks.
"Excuse me Miss Wolfe. I know you are exhausted... but what would you like to do with your Prisoner of War? Would you like to take her yourself? Or we can have her brought to a location of your desire." She began to speak in a low yet formal tone... such a stipulation was regrettably common place in this federation.
"I will not be taking her as my prisoner of war...." Sophia whispered in tired fashion, turning to walk away before she felt that arm again tugging at her own. Sophia just wanted to soak in a long bath right now, and the glare upon her features sent a fear into the referee.
“Miss Wolfe... I am afraid you must. Failure to honour the stipulation will result in dire consequences. Wrestlers have faced heavy suspension punishment for not complying with the stipulation." The referee would implore, which in turn put a sense of dread and fear into Sophia.

What had she done?! She agreed to this to see the last of Sha... not take her in as a prisoner! The notion of it made Sophia's eyes widen.
"I... There has been some kind of mistake." Sophia whispered.
"Be that as it may, the stipulation was clear before the match began. This was a Prisoner of War match... you have won. Sha is your prisoner for the weekend." The ref described. There was a moment's pause.
"I... I have to go..." Sophia whispered with dread taking her core.
"But your prisoner?!"
"H... have her taken to my place. Tonight... at 9pm, I will need a few hours to recover from the match." Sophia yelped out, realising the grave error of agreeing to this stipulation and match. Right now she just needed to be away from the ring, and she found herself moving with haste as the crowd continued to chant her name in unison.