Solo Session... or So He Thought

[Weonna]

“TWO—!”

Gunloc held the bridge tight, muscles trembling under the strain, sweat dripping from his brow down onto the canvas. He could feel her shifting beneath him—resisting.

Then—movement.

Karen twisted sharply, jerking her body with just enough force to knock him off balance. His shoulder lifted. The pin was broken.

“Tch—!”

Gunloc dropped from the bridge, rolling to one knee with a grunt, but he didn’t waste time. Momentum was his, and he wasn’t about to let it slip.

He rose quickly, his massive frame surging back to his feet, towering over her dazed form. Without hesitation, he stepped in and brought both of his thick, muscled arms high overhead—

THWACK!

—then hammered down with a punishing double axe handle across her upper back.

The force would drop Karen to her knees, her head swaying slightly from the impact. Gunloc hovered over her, chest heaving, eyes locked down on her.

He leaned in close.

“Stay down.”

With that, he turned and charged the ropes behind him, rebounding off them with thunderous force. His boot hit the mat in long strides as he came barreling toward her—lifting his leg for a massive big boot, aiming to drive it square into her chest or jaw.

But his form was wide, powerful, and just slow enough in that wind-up…

[armandi]

Fortunately, Karen's plan worked. The sudden movement caused Gunloc's sternum to break and collapse. The enemy finished the count at two. He failed to reach the count of three. Gunloc, however, wasted no time and quickly stood up, glaring at Karen.

The German tried to get up. Aaaaagghhh...!!!! Just then, the enemy's axe struck her back, sending her sprawling. Karen was still dazed and weakened. However, she gritted her teeth and tried to stand again. Clearly, she knew her opponent wasn't finished yet. At the last moment, she glanced at the enemy, who was approaching her, intent on striking.

All she could do now was dodge to the side. If it worked, the opponent would surely miss the German, and Karen could roll towards the ropes and then gain a few seconds to recover, while simultaneously grabbing the rope with one hand and trying to pull herself up onto one knee, while she looked at Gunloc with malice and fury, because so far he was clearly dominating with his power and strength....

Karen was still breathing heavily. Suddenly she screamed, "Fuck...!!! What power he has...!!!!" She looked at him ominously, at his powerful body, at the same time as if waiting for him to get closer, planning her attack...

[Weonna]

WHIFF!

Gunloc’s boot sliced through the air, missing its mark by inches as Karen rolled out of range at the last possible second. His momentum carried him forward, his foot stomping hard into the mat where her chest would’ve been.

He caught his balance with a grunt, spinning around just in time to see her dragging herself toward the ropes, clinging to the middle strand as she pulled herself up to a knee.

She was hurt—but not broken.

And she was glaring at him like she wanted blood.

Gunloc smirked.

Sweat ran down his chest and arms as he turned and bounced off the opposite ropes, gathering speed. His boots thundered against the mat with each step as he barreled straight toward her like a freight train.

But he was coming in fast—maybe too fast.

[armandi]

Karen was still in a world of pain and bewilderment. She had managed to foil her opponent's plan to completely destroy her. She glared at Gunloc angrily. She saw him planning to attack again. He began to accelerate, running towards her faster and faster. Karen wasn't yet capable of fighting in the open, as the previous blows had seriously weakened her, but... she knew she had to think of something.

As her opponent ran and got very close, intending to crush her, Karen ducked to the side, simultaneously pulling and pressing down on the top rope so that Gunloc couldn't bounce back, but instead flew over the ropes onto the hard floor. If this worked, she would gain a few more seconds to recover. She would look down and walk between the ropes, still observing her opponent. If Gunloc tried to get up, Karen would fall on top of him, striking him with a powerful double axe, sending him crashing to the floor again.

Karen knew that outside the ring there was a chance to weaken such a powerful, muscular boy enough to take control of this fight....

[Weonna]

Gunloc charged in full speed—eyes locked, muscles coiled, ready to flatten her like a freight train.

But in one smooth motion, Karen dropped low and yanked the top rope down.

Too late.

“Tch—!”

His eyes widened just as his footing slipped and momentum took over.

WHOOSH—CRASH!

Gunloc’s massive frame sailed over the top rope, flipping awkwardly before slamming back-first onto the unforgiving floor with a THUD. The air blasted out of his lungs as his back smacked the padded concrete, one arm draped across his chest as he groaned.

“Ghhhrrnn…!”

His spine arched slightly, body twitching from the hard landing. For a few seconds, he stayed down—breathing hard, eyes narrowed, the ceiling lights above spinning in his vision.

And then—another impact.

THWACK!

Karen’s double axe handle came crashing down from above, landing square across his upper chest and collarbone, smashing him back to the ground just as he started to rise.

Gunloc let out a pained grunt, his head snapping back against the floor as his arms dropped to his sides.

[armandi]

That was exactly what Karen had in mind. Her plan worked perfectly. After striking with her double axe, Gunloc fell to the hard floor once more. Karen looked at him with contempt. All the painful blows he had inflicted on her were still fresh in her mind.

Then, as if she were closing in on him, she threw several powerful blows with her massive leg and foot, crushing his back, three, five, seven times. This surely inflicted even more damage on her opponent. Karen, as if forgetting her own pain, decided to make the most of the situation. So she yanked her opponent by the hair, as if to force him to stand up as well. She screamed, "Get up...!!!! Do you hear...!!! Get up...!!!"

If this succeeded, she would yank him by the arm with all her might and send him Irish-whipping towards the metal stairs, in such a way that Gunloc would hit the stairs with his back, shattering and destroying his back and spine, leaving him in a world of pain and suffering... Only here and now, outside the ring, could Karen take the initiative and control of this match...

[Weonna]

Gunloc’s back arched violently with each stomp, the heavy thud of Karen’s boot echoing through the empty gym. Three… five… seven times—each one landing with enough force to send a jolt of pain rippling up his spine. His grunts grew harsher, his muscles twitching involuntarily under the barrage.

Fingers tangled painfully into his damp hair, and his head was yanked upward. His jaw clenched as she barked at him to get up, the command sharp and venomous. His legs staggered under him, his balance shaky from the beating.

Then came the pull—her arm locking into his, the sudden torque sending his massive frame barreling toward the steel steps.

CRASH!!!

The impact was brutal. His lower back slammed into the sharp edge of the top step, the collision echoing with a metallic clang that rattled the ringside. The force of the blow sent the top steel step collapsing inward, buckling under his weight and twisting out of place.

Gunloc’s face twisted in pain, his back arching as he rolled onto his side, one hand clutching at the small of his back while the other pressed against the floor for stability. His breathing was ragged, his teeth grit against the searing ache in his spine.

He stayed down, the destroyed step beside him a clear testament to the punishment he’d just taken.

[armandi]

When Karen yanked her opponent's arm, she sent him flying towards the stairs with an Irish whip. Apparently, Gunloc was too stunned to react. He slammed into the steps leading to the ring with force. It seemed as if the steps were warping. Karen wasn't trying to destroy the ring. She was simply furious with Gunloc, who seemed very polite at first, but over time, he became very demanding and gave the German a real beating. That was the only reason Karen resorted to such brutal blows. She simply didn't want to be seen as weak.

Seeing Gunloc being so badly damaged, she approached him, grabbed his hair, and pulled him up again, wanting him to get up as well. "Get up...!!! Do you hear...!!!! Get up...!!!!" She then yanked him back into the ring as if trying to push him under the bottom rope. Plus, Karen grabbed that detached step and threw it into the ring. Who knows, maybe we'll need her it again.Then she would roll into the ring under the bottom rope as well. Seeing how Gunloc was still in a world of pain and daze, Karen stood up and crushed him several times with her foot, stomping and crushing his body to the mat.

Then she would grab one leg and yank it, twisting his body and turning him so he was lying on his stomach on the mat. If that worked, she would still hold one leg and sit on his back, tugging and pulling his leg up and back. "Give up...!!!!! Do you hear...!!!! It's over...!!!! Give up...!!!!" She hoped the previous back injuries and this one-legged Boston crab would be so severe that her opponent would break the pain and give up...

[Weonna]

Gunloc’s body jolted with every stomp, the heavy thud of Karen’s boot driving into his ribs, shoulders, and lower back. The earlier collision with the steel steps had left his spine aching and raw, and each blow only amplified the pain. His fingers twitched against the mat as he tried to brace, his breathing sharp and uneven.

Then came the grab—his leg wrenched upward suddenly, his body flipped onto his stomach with a rough pull.

“Ghhhnnn—!”

Karen sat firmly on his back, her weight pressing into his already throbbing spine, and yanked his leg high in a punishing one-legged Boston Crab. His quad screamed from the stretch, his lower back burning from the combined torque and earlier damage.

Sweat poured down his forehead, dripping onto the mat as his fists pounded it once—not in submission, but in sheer frustration. His teeth clenched, jaw flexing hard as he refused to speak the words she wanted to hear.

Her taunts echoed above him, but his answer came in the form of a low, guttural growl. His thick arms began to move, palms pressing against the canvas, slowly inching forward. The strain was visible, every muscle in his arms and back bulging as he tried to crawl.

The ropes were still a ways off… but the shift in his hips and the tension in his core signaled he was close to exploding out of the hold. His breathing grew heavier, his frame coiling like a spring, ready to make one desperate push to break free.

[armandi]

Karen increased the pressure on her opponent's leg and back. She screamed for him to surrender. At one point, she even noticed the muscular boy slam his fist into the mat. She thought it was over, but the man gritted his teeth and held on bravely.

Even Karen noticed Gunloc slowly, but truly slowly, crawling towards the ropes. "Stop...!!!! Give up...!!! Do you hear...!!!!" The man, however, gradually inched his way forward. At one point, it even seemed to her like he was trying to break free, but the German woman increased the pressure. "Damn...!!!!" She screamed when the muscular man touched the ropes. According to the rules of the game, she had to let go of him. She would have thrown her leg to the mat, but she immediately turned and delivered several powerful stomps to her opponent's back and body.

If that worked, she'd yank his hair, wanting the muscleman to get up as well, then throw him into the corner so his back hit the turnbuckle. Karen was simply furious. If she managed to get him into the corner, she'd grab the middle ropes and duck, planning to throw her shoulder and spear into his opponent's stomach.

She planned to crush his insides, force his body into that corner and inflict so much pain on him that he would eventually lose the pressure and soon give up.