Fatal Attractions [Scar vs Nha]

[thesteedman]

Sophia could feel the exhaustion threatening to claim her whilst her own body fought against every movement and effort she made. Her limbs felt heavy to move and function, still tingling from having been slowly squeezed for so long and hard. Sophia's heaving chest felt like it was on fire with every strained breath she made with her air starved lungs, and her waist was still in agony from the long and incapacitating bodyscissors Nha had so enjoyed torturing her with. The memory of two long and forced kisses remained fresh in the German's mind, bringing energy from the brink of defeat in the form of anger.

Rage after all was a powerful anaesthetic, and despite Sophia's condition, she was able to fight on due to that rage. It wouldn't last for long... Sophia had no doubt... but if she could just keep pushing for a few minutes.. perhaps she could pull something off, or at least give Nha something to remember after humiliating and underestimating her! As such, despite her body feeling weighed down, Sophia tightened her grasp, rising on trembling legs once Nha's bare and dangerous legs finally slid from her slender form. The pain was still present around her near crushed waist... a sharp pain running through her entire spine with each movement, but Sophia bit down hard on her bottom lip as her body strained. Her Guillotine choke upon Nha was locked tightly, looking to cut off the air flow and keep Nha stunned.

She managed to pull her up to her feet with her... An action that felt like the slender Nha weighed a ton given Sophia's slowly fading strength, but once she had her up, Sophia was quick to shift her grip whilst Nha was forced into a doubled over position, capturing both her arms behind her shoulders. The crowd began to explode with cheers, Sophia's fans finally managing to drown out the doubters and those who were watching and cheering for different reasons. It restored a little faith... but what Sophia experienced today would forever tarnish her thoughts on the crowds she had always been so eager to please. With a shout of determination, Sophia flung her body backwards into an arch... one that hurt her back like hell, but she managed to double underhook suplex Nha with near perfection down hard against the mat.

Sophia wanted to do nothing but lie there. Her body was now slowly beginning to fail her. Breathing became more laborious, and her limbs became increasingly more stiff... whilst her waist was giving her a lot of trouble. She wanted to just stay as she was and rest... but it was not an option... she could not stop here. Sliding towards Nha where she lay, Sophia attempted to slip behind her, looking to wrap an arm around one of Nha's, before looking to try and capture her neck with her other. If successful, she would pull Nha back against herself, locking in the choke hold, looking to swing her exhausted legs around to try and capture Nha's stunning core with her own scissor to capture her.

It looked like Sophia was going for the finish! Looking to try and capture Nha in the Alpha Lock!

[Darius 2.0]

What had looked like a hopeless situation for Sophia had turned into a rally, one that had the audience whooping in support. Despite their enjoyment of seeing the karateka humiliated, it seemed they loved a comeback even more. It was an unexpected surprise, but out of everyone in the arena that night, none were more shocked than Nha! The blue twin had been so sure she had quashed the last bit of resistance out of Sophia, but before she knew what was happening she had been headbutted, had the wind knocked out of her, and now she was being choked by the German's strong arm. Nha grasped and pulled at Sophia's arm, trying to get some room to breath. Ordinarily, her keen mind would have come up with a better solution for escape, but she was still reeling from Sophia's unexpected counterattack. For the moment, the blue twin had been rendered helpless!

It would only get worse for Nha when Sophia started to rise again, the Guillotine choke forcing Nha to rise with her. Now on her feet, the Egyptian gagged when Sophia tightened up, s;apping against the karateka's sides, once again panicking rather than coming up with a mistake. Thankfully, the grip on her throat would relent, but it was only so Sophia could take hold of her arms. Nha knew whatever was coming was not going to be good. "W-Wait..."

Her assumptions were correct. Before Nha could even guess what was about to happen, it was already happening. The world turned upside down for the Egyptian as the air rushed past her, right before pain exploded in her back upon impact with the mat. "AHHHGGH!!" Nha cried out after Sophia delivered a expertly performed suplex, a testament to the German's skill even in her weakened state. If Nha had been allowed, she would have laid there groaning on the mat, clutching at her spine and trying to collect her thoughts.

But Sophia didn't waste a second before moving onto her next hold, apparently wanting to end this match quick. Nha's eyes widened when she felt those arms encircle her neck. SHe tried to escape but the suplex had thrown her for a loop, and with a choked gasp Sophia had locked in her finisher.

Nha gasped breathlessly as the choke was applied, clutching at the offending arms in a desperate, and useless, attempt to break free. It wasn't long before Sophia's legs would wrap around her waist, securing the submission and adding another breathless predicament! Nha gurgled in the hold, her legs sweeping the mat for any kind of purchase but she would find none. Already the spots were beginning to appear in her vision the longer Sophia kept the choke.....

[thesteedman]

When Nha whispered for Sophia to 'wait'... the German could have scoffed out loud if it wouldn't have hurt her chest to do so. The very notion of it, that subtle plea for mercy... At this point, after everything Nha had done to her in this match. The over the top gruelling submission holds, the constant excruciating pressure of her embraces and constant squeezes, born of mocking temperament... the sheer humiliation of groping her bare stomach and her breast, kissing her with an invasive tongue and horrid ferocity and having her way with her in front of a live audience and millions watching at home. Nha had the audacity to whisper 'Wait' the moment things turned around, as if Sophia had any capacity for mercy within her after Nha showed her none. There was no remorse within Sophia Wolfe when she launched what she knew would be her last assault in this match... only satisfaction.

Sophia's body was failing her. Her limbs were growing heavier and more sluggish, her body was beginning to complain with more intensity after every single movement, and her chest was stinging with sharp pains with every deep and laboured breath Sophia made. This was as far as she could go... Nha had pressed and sapped the strength from her, and torn apart her resolve... How Sophia was fighting now was simply out of anger and a lust for vengeance. When she began her assault, it was not about winning at this point, but just at least putting up a fight. The way Nha had dominated her, at least now... everyone would remember that Sophia in the end went down swinging. When Sophia managed to land the suplex upon Nha... she felt that was it. Yet her body still moved when it felt like she could not... every second that passed, felt like it would be the last before Scar would collapse.

Yet she still moved. Even when she locked her Alpha Lock upon Nha, it felt like any moment her arms would finally give, that Nha would be able to power out of the hold and launch a deadly counter hold... Yet the moment she wrapped her legs around Nha's slender and well tuned figure, she somehow found the strength to begin squeezing her. Sophia shuddered with every strained breath, folding her arms tighter around Nha's arm and her throat, getting a good grip upon her. She could feel Nha begin to fight, kicking her legs against the mat, near threatening to turn the two over and leave Nha by the ropes. A squeeze around her waist made Nha's attempts fail, and the two remained in the centre of the ring. Sophia wished she could say it was all deliberate... but to be where she was now... all the dominos merely fell into the right place. It was more luck than anything else... yet Sophia dared to believe... perhaps she had done just enough.

"<How does it feel? Are you enjoying yourself?! Are you still having fun?!>" Sophia whispered breathlessly in her native tongue, realising it was now she who had the squeeze upon Nha, after being subjected to such a long and agonisingly torture. Her waist was still raw with pain, her back causing horrid discomfort. Sophia made sure to tighten her legs around Nha's waist... finding more strength as anger took over... desiring retribution! She could feel Nha beginning to move a little less... and though there was a temptation to loosen her hold and draw the hold out, to give Nha a little taste of the torture she had put Sophia through... instead Sophia tightened her hold. She knew the rage would subside soon enough, and all that borrowed energy would fade and she would be left paying for it. It was time to try and end it now.

Adjusting her legs, Sophia managed to lock a figurefour bodyscissors around Nha's exposed waist, before her arms enclosed that little bit tighter around Nha's slender neck. Closing her eyes tightly... Sophia just wanted it to end now...

[Darius 2.0]

Things had truly gone downhill for the Ancestor of Isis. Nha struggled desperately in the damning chokehold Sophia had placed upon her, unable to get any words out other than a drowned gurgle. She had become a sorry state. Down on the mat, body in pain, wrapped up completely with the life being strangled out of her, all in front of an audience who were now singing the praises of the woman doing it. A woman who only moments ago, Nha had at her complete mercy. Now she was being choked out by a vengeful Sophia, who was more than happy to payback all the pain and humiliation Nha had subjected her to for nearly the entire match. In her air deprived mind, Nha had to wonder......where did it all go so wrong?

Of course, she knew the answer already. The blue twin just hated to admit it: Sha had been right. If she had just finished Sophia off when she had the chance, she wouldn't be in the situation she was in now. Instead, Nha chose to drag out the German's defeat as long as she could so she could further embarrass and degrade her opponent; not to mention fulfill her sexual desires. Not only had it given Sophia the opportunity she needed, but it rilled her up enough that she wanted nothing more than to hurt Nha. Even though the Egyptian couldn't understand the words that were being hissed into her ear, the intent behind them was all too clear.

When the bodyscissors tightened into a figure four around her waist, Nha let out a breathless gasp as her ribs were constricted, denying her even more oxygen. That's when Nha knew it was over. Sophia was not going to let this hold go no matter what. Not until Nha tapped out, or until she was choked unconscious. Perhaps both. And with only one arm to make use of, there was no chance Nha could escape.....it was hopeless. The ref was asking is she wanted to submit, but she already sounded like she was miles away. Darkness was appearing at the edges of her vision, and her one arm tugging at the choke was starting to weaken. Her legs sweeping the canvas started to slow to a crawl as well. The blue twin whimpered as she felt unconsciousness approaching, and her eyes started to close....

And that's when Sha's would suddenly reach out to grab a full handful of Sophia's hair!

The other half of the Ancestors of Isis had entered the ring after things for her sister had taken a turn for the worse, ignoring the warnings of the ref so she could grab the German fully by the hair. The red twin would be stone silent as she attempted to use Sophia's hair to pull her off her twin and drag her up to her feet. Attempting to pull her up into a doubled over position, Sha would then wrap her powerful arms around Sophia's waist, and with a grunt of effort would try to flip her up and over onto her broad shoulders. This position of Sophia riding the Egyptian's shoulders would last only a second before Sha would swing Sophia to the mat in a thunderous powerbomb!

[thesteedman]

Sophia cried out loud with determination, straining to keep her grasp upon Nha, slowly feeling the scantily clad Vixen slowly move less and less within her deadly submission finishing hold. Somehow she had done it... She had managed to get the best of Nha despite everything the Egyptian terror had thrown at her. Her grasp tightened ever so slightly more, her legs constricting Nha's exposed midriff whilst her arms did the more dangerous work, squeezing around Nha's throat and compressing her airways. With no breath to draw upon, Nha slowly succumbed to the grasp. Sophia could feel her body slowly beginning to relax, pressed up so close she could visibly see her eyes struggling to stay open as the referee kept a close eye upon her, ready to to call the match!

It felt like Sophia had just about done enough... which was why she was so bewildered when her body was suddenly pulled away. A sting followed up, as someone grabbed a handful of her platinum hair, making Sophia release her chokehold upon Nha as instinctively she reached to try and find release against the powerful hand grasping her soft hair. With a wince of clear agony, Sophia gasped out, releasing Nha all together from her bodyscissors due to the sudden shock of the hard pull. Dragged up to her feet with frightening ease, Sophia would come face to face with the sudden aggressor... and the moment she made eye contact with Sha, everything suddenly made sense. Sha could see the alarm and confusion within Sophia.

Though not an exact replica of her twin, Sha was certainly recognisable as the other half of the Ancestors of Isis. She matched Nha in both beauty and exoticness from the alluring features of her face and the cameral toned flesh... Like her sister she was a marvel to behold, though her figure was different, carrying the form of an Amazon warrior. Her body was more fine tuned and developed than Nha's, no doubt years of weight lifting and strength training... yet even so she was still feminine in build... yet powerful. Sophia was getting just a hint of that strength when she was pulled up to her feet as if she weighed nothing, grasping at Sha's hands as they grasped her hair.

Already running on empty, Sha had no trouble handling Sophia, forcing her into a doubled over position with ease, wrapping her sturdy arms around her exposed midriff from above in a powerful grip. Sophia groaned out, her waist already subjected to Nha's legs earlier, tender and raw with pain. She gasped out loud when her world span, and gravity no longer made any sense. Sha was able to flip Sophia upwards onto her shoulders, the quickness and sheer power of the movement taking Sophia off guard. If she had been fresh, she might have been able to strike her way free, seeing Sha's head between her legs as she sat upon her shoulders... seeing a look of determination upon her beautiful features. Perhaps she would have even hurricarana'd her way out... but Sophia was done. She looked exhausted... confused...

Sha took full advantage of it, performing a brutal powerbomb upon Sophia that had her bounce off the canvas. For a moment... there was no pain. Sophia lay upon her back staring up at the lights above. She could hear the crowd, they were in a fit of rage, she could hear the voice of the referee shouting something, before the distant ringing of a bell. Sophia frowned, trying to sit up, to at least move... but her body would not respond. She lay there, exhausted... finding it hard to breath. Slowly her senses began to return to her, and with it... nothing but pain. Sophia after a few moments slowly began to bridge as her spine was on fire. Her eyes closed and her lips parted to try and scream, but no sound escaped from her lips. Her body strained, her visible midriff tensing up. She pressed against her bare feet and lifted one of her shoulders, arching her spine and trying to relieve the pain that shot through it.

All at once, it became near too much for her... Sophia was incapacitated with pain, and even if she had not been... she was too weak now to put up any form of defence. The only question she had in what little thought processed in her mind through the seething agony... was why?

[Darius 2.0]

Sha had watched the match patiently from ringside, approving of the fact that Nha had successfully managed to subdue Sophia, but disappointed over the fact she wouldn't finish her off. It was something her sister had always done to her opponents. Unlike Sha, who preferred to clobber her opponents efficiently, Nha liked to drag out her victim's suffering long past the point of winning the match. Her twin's confidence in her abilities was impressive, but more than often it would lead her into trouble. In prolonging her opponent's defeat, she gave them time to plan reversals, counters, or surprise her with roll up pins. It had happened in the past more times than Sha had cared to witness.

Now, as history repeated itself before her eyes, Sha through watching. Nha may have been careless, but she wasn't about to watch her sister suffer. The only warning Sophia would have had to the sudden arrival of the red twin was the crowd erupting with outraged shouts when she entered the ring, but by then it was far too late. With grim efficiency, the more muscular Egyptian would pull Sophia off of Nha, lift her up off the mat, and slam her back down with enough force to shake the ring.

Standing back up to her full height, the red twin would look down at Sophia coldly, glaring at her broken form which even in its current state held some beauty. Sha would then look over at Nha, who after being released from Sophia's finisher, was now coughing on the mat, desperately trying to get air back in her lungs. She would be fine, eventually. Although, she might be a bit cross from the results of Sha's interference....

The bell had been rung. Sophia had been declared winner of the match via disqualification.

In saving her twin from humiliating defeat, Sha had actually cost her the match. The outraged fans shouted all around them, feeling cheated out of a proper finish to the clash. But Sha didn't care. Saving her twin from a vengeful Sophia was more important to her. As was teaching this karateka a lesson in messing with the Ancestors of Isis.

The Egyptian bodybuilder would reach down for Sophia to clasp on hand around her throat, and using that she would begin to lift her onto her feet. Then off the mat entirely! Using just the power of her one arm, Sha would dangle Sophia in the air by her throat, showcasing just how much strength the red twin possessed, as well as making a humiliating spectacle of Sophia. SHa would glare up at the German as she held her in the air for several seconds, a mighty tower of exotic power. Then, she would suddenly pull Sophia in close against her hard body. Moving to wrap her arms around the German's lower waist, Sha would then apply a mighty bearhug to her foe, using her powerful form to crush Sophia in a squeeze. If Sophia had thought Nha's crushing legs had been bad, little would prepare her for the monstrous squeeze that Sha would bring down on her.....

[thesteedman]

Nothing could have prepared Sophia Wolfe for Sha's interference. Throughout the early stages of the match, Sophia had kept a loose eye upon the more stoic of the two twins, always keeping note of her position for any potential malicious intent. The more strength and power orientated sister had caused no sense for alarm as the match went on, simply waiting statuesque at ringside whilst observing her sister work. As the match pressed on, Sha became nothing more than an afterthought when Nha began to become more ruthless and sadistic... Sophia had more pressing things on her mind after all at the time, the key part being survival as she was brutally demolished.

All in all, given how Nha was, Sophia eventually had it in mind that Sha was perhaps the more clear headed and sensible of the two sisters. In truth she figured Sha would be the more honourable of the Ancestors of Isis. When that final submission was locked upon Nha that looked all but certain to end the torture of a match, the thought of Sha being different to her sister was perhaps hopeful... but believable. It made the notion all the more damning when Sha came in to spare her sister the dishonour of passing out, instead choosing to take revenge for the shock defeat Sophia was about to inflict and inevitable would.

Despair was all Sophia could feel now. Held up in a sheer display of domination from Sha, who held her aloft with one single arm around her throat. Sophia's lips parted into a silent gasp, unable to draw breath as she was slowly strangled by the powerful grasp around her slender neck. She managed to send a few knees and kicks towards Sha's well defined and strong form... but given that Sophia was all out of stamina, her kicks whilst carrying impressive strength for a woman so drained, still did little to nothing to dissuade Sha from near strangling the life out of the German wrestler. Sophia clutched at her wrist, trying to pull to releive some of the leverage, gasping breathlessly as her eyes closed tightly. Her bare feet dangled in the air as her struggles began to diminish... one hand slid from Sha's wrist, and slowly, Sophia could feel herself slipping.

That perhaps... would have been a mercy, though it seemed Sha was far from done with Sophia Wolfe. Air painfully began to slip into Sophia's stinging lungs, making her cry out in anguish as her senses slowly began to return. She grasped at her own throat, the raw sting of a hard grip still present upon her neck where Sha had only just released. All at once, Sophia coughed and spluttered, her lungs barely being able to take the constant suffocation her body had been put through... However... it seemed Sha had a whole new torture in mind for Sophia when she realised her powerful arms were wrapped around her waistline, holding her up high off her feet as if she weighed less than paper.

Sha soon began to squeeze her... locking in a devastating bearhug. With her waist already worn down by Nha's bodyscissors, Sophia was already susceptible to more pain from her tender form... Sha's bearhug felt stronger, and the pain was only amplified by the previous damage Nha had inflicted upon her waist and lower spine. Sophia tried to scream, but her voice failed her, leaving her lips parted for a silent cry of agony. Her eyes closed tightly as a audible series of muffled clicks and creaks began to sing from her lower back. Sophia tried to strike at Sha... but her limbs carried now weight and with it... no danger to Sha. A few clicks and cracks sounded out once more, and this time Sophia was forced into a C like arch. Her toes curled and her head whipped back, feeling the devastating bearhug get the best of her.

Finally she was able to cry out in pain, but her voice was hushed, exhausted. She could feel Sha's breath against her bare stomach, as her midriff was left straining so much she felt like her muscles and abs might burst from the terrible strain! Sophia tried to push against Sha's shoulders... unable to speak... wanting nothing more than to plea for surrender... Sophia knew all at once... she was done. Such was the agony she failed to even notice she had won the match... but there was no celebration to be had... that was the last thing on her mind right now.

[Darius 2.0]

While Nha and Sophia had both been drained by their grueling fight against each other, Sha was completely fresh going into the ring. Her impressive strength had been thus far untapped, and was more than willing to unleash it to protect her sister. Sophia would come to know just how much strength the red twin possessed when Sha lifted her clean off the mat with one arm, throttling her and making it look extremely easy. Even those kicks Sophia attempted to throw simply bounced off Sha's hard body inconsequentially. As she held Sophia there and the German started to fade from lack of oxygen, many thought that this was to be the end of Sophia's ordeal, that Sha would choke the woman unconscious and that would be that.

But Sha had other plans. Easily transitioning holds, Sha wrapped Sophia up in a powerful bearhug, wrapping her powerful arms around her waist. Once again, that untapped strength would be put to use by crushing the poor woman against her. Arms clasped behind Sophia's back, the muscular Egyptian would pull Sophia towards her, squashing her against Sha's firm, unyielding body. Under her grip, Sha's arms would compress Sophia's spine against her ribs, causing untold agony and a great difficulty breathing. Just how much pressure she was applying into the squeeze would be shown when Sophia's back arched; Sha was practically breaking her in half!

The match had officially ended but Sha continued to torture the German, leaving the referee to try and restore order to the situation. The much smaller woman in the striped shirt attempted to pull the two apart, but Sha's grip on her victim was far too strong for anything less than a crowbar to sperate them. Despite the futility, the ref girl kept trying. That was until a figure rose up behind her. The poor official had just enough time to turn around before a massive kick to the side of the head sent her crashing to the mat, instantly KO'd. That figure would reveal itself to be Nha, newly recovered from Sophia's finisher, and looking none too happy.

As she rubbed her still raw throat she glared at her bearhugging sister. "You cost me my match," she informed, crossly.

Sha sent her twin a return glare even as she squeezed Sophia. "You cost you your match." The accusation made Nha roll her eyes, no matter how true it might have been, Though the blue twin would never admit it aloud. Sensing her twin's displeasure, Sha would offer an olive branch. "We can always take her back with us. Would that make you happy?"

Nha's eyes practically lit up from the idea. A dark grin formed across her face. "That.....is an excellent idea." The more sultry of the sisters would then move to stand besides Sha as she bearhugged the life out of the beaten down German, letting Sophia witness that both ANcestors of Isis had united against her now. "Did you hear that, Sophia? You're coming home with us. Isn't that the most wonderful news you've heard? It certainly makes me excited....""

[thesteedman]

There was no hope at this point. Feeling and actually hearing the muffled clicks and creaks of her lower spine as Sha's grip tightened around her waist forced a loud cry of agony from Sophia. Once more she felt her body being forced into a C like shape from the brutality of the bearhug, her back straining and arching, her head whipping back so far that she almost reached her curling toes. Sophia's body trembled as the iron like grip continued to squeeze the near life from her body. She moaned out loud, weakly pressing her hands against Sha's chin and shoulder, as the pain began to overwhelm her senses. It was a torture Sophia had never experienced before... knowing she was outright being attacked... crushed and outright dominated by Sha.

Sha never took her eyes off Sophia, drinking in her appearance up close, watching her with a cold gaze as she squeezed the last of the fight from her already weakening body. Sha did not even acknowledge the existence of the ref as she tried to pry Sophia free, nor did she pay attention to the raging crowd. Her eyes were simply just on Sophia... The German would have no doubt been disturbed, but the pain was too overwhelming now. She began to visibly falter within the bearhug. Her legs slipped from Sha's sides when she tried to regain some leverage, and now just dangled. Her body arched once more, as Sophia moaned out loud in both exhaustion and agony. By the time she regained some small amount of sense, the referee was down on the mat, and now she was looking upon both the Ancestors of Isis. Nha had returned, and stood beside her sister, gazing upon Sophia and enjoying the show.

Sophia looked exhausted... defeated and even could no longer hide the frightened look within her eyes as she caught the suggestion of both the twins taking her away. It renewed some struggle within Sophia, as once against she pried upon Sha's terrible grasp, throwing a weak strike against her shoulder before trying to strike at her head. However, a terrible squeeze broke her diminishing resolve. Sophia's entire body strained as she felt like her back could break at any moment. Soon enough she began to lul, before she flopped against Sha. Her chest was in agony, little breath escaped her lungs, and slowly she finally stopped fighting at all, feeling the last of her strength leave her alluring form.

"Pl... please... no.. more..." Sophia tried to whisper, but her breathlessness barely made any sound her tormentors could hear.

She remained awake much to her own dismay, still feeling the terrible pressure of the squeeze around her slender form as she fell limp against Sha's hard and unforgiving body. She gazed upon the entrance ramp... hoping that something might happen, that perhaps someone might come to save her... but Sophia quickly recalled that she had no friends here in the LAW. She never had any friends in Full Metal Wrestling, no allies to call upon, no alliances to protect her against such attacks and antics. Sophia had always been alone... and in recent years it had not been by choice. The German had made great efforts to try and make friends, to make a fresh start here. Her personality and brutally honest nature however simply rubbed too many the wrong way and no one wanted to know her. Here she was now as a result... defeated and crushed with no hope of aid. She could see the wanting look in Nha's eyes as Sophia felt her body slowly beginning to relax, no doubt the Egyptian being the last thing she would probably see in the ring tonight. The pain became more intense, making her moan out softly, as her arms began to drop and her eyes closed slowly.

She was finished... but as she felt consciousness begin to leave her, she was painfully aware that the Sisters were not finished with her...

[Darius 2.0]

The sweet sounds of Sophia pleading her surrender were indeed heard by both the Ancestors of Isis, even over the outraged shouts of the audience around them. In fact, the twins could hear every pathetic moan that slipped from Sophia's lips. They could hear every creak and pop that came from her battered body as Sha threated to snap her in two. For the most part, the red twin had been ignoring everything that had been happening around her, fousing solely on breaking whatever spirit Sophia might have had left her. The process took longer than she thought; there was clearly a lot of fight in the German. It was admirable. Briefly, Sha wondered who might have come out on top if the two of them were to fight it out for real. She had to admit, watching Sophia fight had intrigued Sha. Despite the woman's fate being sealed tonight, she remained curious.

With another hard squeeze eliminating the last bit of resistance from their prey, Nha smiled maliciously. If she was upset that she had lost the match she wasn't showing it. Maybe that's because this was what she had been after all along; Sophia broken and begging at her hands. While technically it wasn't at her hands, the sight alone was enough to shrug off any feelings of inadequacy. "My dear little Wolfe," Nha cooed gently, reaching forward to brush aside some of the hair that had fallen across Sophia's face. "I'm afraid your troubles are just beginning. It could have ended here and now.....but you just had to be difficult."

Nha would then step away from the tortured German and start walking towards on of the corners, shaking those alluring hips of hers along the way. Making a show of it, the blue twin would climb the turnbuckle, taking herself up high before seated herself on the top rope. THe sultry Egyptian looked out over the throngs of angry fans with amusement before she spoke her chilling words to Sophia. "Not to worry, though......when you wake up we'll take good care of you...."

That was all the signal Sha needed before she would suddenly shift her grip on Sophia. Mercifully, she would loosen the unbearably tight bearhug, but it was only so she could place the German in another damning position. Sha would manipulate Sophia's broken body like she was handling a ragdoll, flipping the woman around so she would hanging upside down facing outward; a classic piledriver position. The red twin's arms clasped tightly around Sophia's aching core, SHa would walk with her in this new position over to where Nha now perched atop the turnbuckle.

When her sister stopped just before the turnbuckle, Nha would smile in approval, everything having been set up perfectly. With that, the blue twin would leap from the top rope, and when she did she would push down on Sophia's upturned feet. At the same time, Sha would drop to her knees, completing the piledriver with the added force of Nha pushing down on the German. Together, the Ancestors of Isis would deliver a spike piledriver they had come to name the Ankh Driver, driving Sophia's skull into the mat with tremendous force!