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...