LAW APEX Finals Match: Sophia Wolfe Vs Brynhild Ederne

[thesteedman]

(Thread contains spoilers to the earlier qualifier match between Sophia and Brynhild)

Sophia sat in the locker room after getting changed into her in-ring attire alone upon a simple wooden bench. The chanting of the crowds could be heard echoing within the cold hallways of the arena as the current match was wrapping up. The next match would be the last of the late evening, an Apex Final match that could potentially crown a first Open-Weight Champion of LAW or a new Middle-Weight Champion. Though such accolades would cement anyone in the book of LAW legends, it was not such a thing that plagued the alluring German's mind right now. It was her opponent who she was going to be against tonight at such a pinnacle moment within the Apex Event. Brynhild Ederne... it would be the second time she would face the heavyweight behemoth, after facing her during the qualifiers. Though Sophia had proved to be a worthy opponent for the dangerous Brynhild, ultimately she fell short from victory when the blonde Canadian born warrior was able to expose Sophia's weaknesses, before brutally punishing her in a way that shook Sophia and made her doubt her own abilities.

It was through earlier victories in the Apex event that Sophia had fortunately already done enough to qualify for this finals match, but misfortune would pit her once again against Brynhild. The mind games had already started when Brynhild began to run promotions, declaring how she would once again demolish and humiliate Sophia as she had in their qualifier. Sophia herself had been largely absent from view, she was never one to promote herself as she lacked the charisma and talents on the mic as so many of LAW's roster had mastered. Instead she used the time to recover from the brutal crushing she received, as well as train, train against her weaknesses...

Sophia took a deep breath, hearing the distant ring of a bell, knowing well that she would be up soon. Her head was down, her hands grasped together with her elbows leaning against her knees. One thing she missed last time was Thereisa... who promised to be there for her this time. It was not Thereisa's fault she missed her first match, after her adoptive Mother was brutally attacked backstage, but after Brynhild began to brutally beat and crush her in the Qualifier, Sophia still felt that having Thereisa there might have made a difference to her moral. It would have at least been nice to have her there for the alluring but scarred German in the aftermath of her defeat. As it was, Brynhild was able to take her away as a defeated prize and trophy. Sophia recalled little after that.

Brynhild threatened to do more to her in her promotions, purposely cladding herself in more erogenous and revealing outfits, playing on Sophia's weakness against lewd tactics that had been used against her. Sophia at the very least was better prepared this time, having trained with Katherine Hart who spent sessions looking to build up her defences. Her mind trailed to the mysterious blonde who donned her wrestlers Kitty mask, knowing that she would be watching tonight to support her. If she and Thereisa were present, it would put at least a little ease to her woes, knowing she had people there who cared for her and supported her. Ultimately, it was up to herself to win on the day though.

"Sophia Wolfe? Your match is up next. We need you at the curtain in ten. Good luck out there tonight." A Staff member would announce at the door, before she slipped away. Sophia nodded and stood up to her feet.

She took a glance upon herself in the mirror, adjusting the straps of her arms, hearing the echoes of past promotions of Brynhild who threatened to tear her apart and break her like she had in their previous match. The fans were calling this a grudge match, but to Sophia it was more of a test... a true test. Clad in her purple attire, Sophia was a presence to behold, even if she did not feel like so right now. Despite her time taken to recover, she was still in incredible form. Her exposed midriff was taut and defined with muscle despite her slender build. Her arms looked strong despite being strapped up. Her Gi top was hanging loosely around her waist as she was clad in black Gi pants.

Tying her loose hair back into a short and messy ponytail, Sophia took one last deep breath... her nerves ever present but her expression stoic, hiding her fears and apprehensions. The Wolf made a few last minute adjustments to her attire and gloves, before she began to make her way out of the locker room, heading towards the main arena area. No doubt her foe would be waiting for her.

[The Riders]

The sounds of footsteps are heard echoing through the arena. Everybody gets to their feet as they seen this entrance before when Brynhild took on Alaina for the Legacy title, and it seems the older woman is bring it out again for this big match up between herself and the Wolfe again. As the men start to walk down the ramp, the loud sounds of stomping echo throughout the arena.

Rumbling, rumbling
It's coming
Rumbling, rumbling

Brynhild makes her way on stage—dressed up in new gear—but is marching with a smug look on her face knowing who she is going up against. As in their first match, she crushed Sophia with brutal moves that even forced the younger woman to cough up blood, and even beat her some more backstage after the woman's mother figure couldn't do anything to stop her. As she makes her way into the ring, giving a glare at the titans walking around the ring, she lets out a loud scream as they walk up the ramp to go backstage. She turns and grins, seeing that she has the young woman right where she wants her.

Beware
Coming for you

I Can't wait to crush you Sophia.

[thesteedman]

With Brynhild's entrance coming to an end, it was soon time for her opponent to make an appearance. This was considered to be a massive grudge match between the two wrestlers after what had happened, but in truth it felt very different to Sophia Wolfe... she had been apprehensive about this whole experience given what she was put through by her foe... the notion of facing her again, knowing Brynhild had every intent to make repeated history, especially in an Apex Final environment did not ease the German's fears. Regardless... it was time to see if Sophia had hit her limits, or if she was capable of fighting one of LAW's best and becoming amongst the ranks herself.

The crowd rose to their feet when Sophia Wolfe's music hit the PA system at high volume, cheering for the fan favourite. Smoke began to fill the entrance ramp, concealing any view of anything. Soon enough however, it began to clear away, revealing Sophia Wolfe herself.

The crowd noticed quickly however that Sophia was not donning her new LAW Purple attire, but instead had her more classic red Full Metal Wrestling look. Her midriff was noticeably covered, and Sophia herself was not performing her usual antics when it came to wrestling. She looked much more reserved, standing upon the ramp amongst the smoke with her eyes looking towards Brynhold who waited for her in the ring. The crowd continued to cheer loudly, but it was clear something was not quite right as Sophia did not have the same energy. Given what her body was put through, her attire was more conservative, her midriff covered up when it was usually exposed.

Slowly the German began to make her way towards the ring, whilst the usual antics of fireworks and smoke launchers went off. Sophia tagged no hands on the way down, and her approach seemed to take some time as she adjusted her gloves and make some final checks upon her outfit. Soon enough she began to walk towards the ring, adjusting her wrist straps on the way. In truth Sophia had hoped for any other opponent than Brynhild... after her defeat in the qualifier she thought that it would make sense that she faced someone else. Destiny had other plans.

What made the match worst was the knockout only stipulations. No pinfall, no submission, even no Disqualifications... this match only ended when the other competitor was out cold. Brynhild had made no efforts to hide her intent to crush Sophia once again until she passed out... Sophia knew Brynhilds power, and she already knew she was capable of breaking her body if she wanted too. Trying not to dwell too much on her fears, Sophia entered the ring to stand before Brynhild. The woman had a different attire on, wearing something more revealing, showing off her statuesque and marvel of a form. The look upon her expression was hungry, as Sophia tried to keep her cool.

"This will not end the same way as last time..." Sophia whispered, though her tone did not have the usual command it possessed. Stepping back into her corner, Sophia looked to the crowd, wondering if she could spot Thereisa watching her. She hoped she could come this time... prayed silently that her Mother would be there to cheer her on. She also could not help but scan to see if Katherine Hart was also within the crowds, biting on her lower lip as she thought of the blonde beauty. Taking a deep breath, she would look again soon if she got the chance... right now she had an enemy to face.

The bell soon rang, prompting Sophia to take a defensive stance towards Brynhild... a look of focus washing across her face as the crowd began to riot with cheers, knowing they would be in for a fantastic match tonight with two greats facing each other once again!

[The Riders]

Brynhild could not help but smile when she witnessed Sophia Wolfe before her. The battle had been half won already, recalling how determined and confident the German wrestler and karateka was during their first encounter. Now, after what she had been put through the last time the two met in the ring during the qualifiers, Sophia was guarded, more reserved. Holding back and playing defensively would not help her in this match up at all. She was even more dressed up in her attire, covering that alluring midriff after Brynhild had publicly humiliated her. It was time to correct that… Brynhild knew once she was in Sophia’s head, it was inevitable that defeat would follow.

The bell rang all at once, and unlike the first time the two fought, it was Brynhild who went on the advance. Her imposing and scantily clad figure marched towards Sophia, seeing that bit of doubt in her eyes. No doubt on the backfoot, the German would look to throw a desperate strike to try and keep the heavyweight back… should Sophia fall for such a trap, Brynhild was more than ready. She longed to pick up where she left off, having had so much fun last time. If Sophia went for a strike, it was Brynhild’s intent to catch it, and pull Sophia in close!

Already the crowd were beginning to cheer for Sophia, but if this match went down like last time, Brynhild knew she would have them silenced in no time. Looking to bring Sophia close, her colossal arms would shift the smaller wrestler, looking to wrap one arm around her chest and neck from behind after womanhandling the smaller wrestler, looking to lock in a custom sleeper and bearhug combination. Showing off her immense strength, Brynhild would life the alluring yet scarred beauty off her bare feet, both arms wrapped around Sophia’s chest and neck with her hands grasping onto her top.

No doubt Sophia would struggle as she began to crush her… but she knew this hold would not last. Sophia was far too fresh to allow for such an early embrace… but crushing her now was not the intent. With a dark smile, and with both hands holding Sophia’s top, after a few seconds of squeezing her, Brynhild would throw Sophia hard towards the turnbuckle, keeping hold of her top as a massive tear rang out. Sophia was sent sprawling until she slammed into the turnbuckle hard, dropping to one knee… with Brynhild holding onto her purple top having ripped it from her torso, exposing Sophia early… knowing such a thing would no doubt already have her in fear, seeing her wear little but a strapless sports bra like top on her chest… the rest of her well defined figure left to the elements.

“That’s more like it…” Brynhild would tease in a menacing manner.

[thesteedman]

By the time Sophia could even comprehend what was happening as she tried to work on an escape to Brynhild's dangerous embrace, she was already being cast away in forceful fashion, being flung with the great strength the terrifying Brynhild was known for before finding her body slamming against the turnbuckle in brutal fashion. The crowd grasped as Sophia clashed against the corner with such momentum that she bounced off and landed upon the mat back first. Pain flashed through her body, as she folded her arms over her chest and grimaced. However, knowing the brutality of Brynhild, Sophia was quick to scramble to her feet... turning to face Brynhild before she caught the twisted and evil smile upon the woman’s lips, before catching sight of the torn clothing in her hands.

Sophia's eyes went wide as all at once, she could feel the cool air of the open stadium brushing against her skin which had become more exposed. Glancing down, her torso was clad in only her strapless sports bra, leaving her alluring figure mostly bare. Brynhild had stripped her of her wrestling top, looking to humiliate her early on, with those mind games beginning before things had really got kicked off. Sophia's arms folded over her own chest for a moment, a look of horror and nervousness befalling her alluring features as she gasped out loud. Everyone in the arena was watching, and could see more than she desired of her figure, her chest more visible, her midriff completely exposed. A breath caught in her chest, causing Brynhild to laugh out loud.

Despair threatened to take Sophia there and then... and it was known how such lewd style tactics were a devastating thing to use against Sophia, something that debatably caused her to lose the first time against Brynhild after she humiliated, teased and tortured her the first time. It looked like a repeat was on the cards, but Sophia despite her blush and nervousness closed her eyes, before taking a deep breath. She began to take control of her heart rate, of those nerves that hindered her so... She remembered what Katherine Hart had been teaching her, recalling those training sessions, what she should do, how she should react. The crowd suddenly began to cheer loudly when Sophia lowered her arms, before taking a fighting stance.

For certain, she still looked a little on edge, but the German looked ready instead of falling apart. Another deep breath, and Sophia, instead of letting that despair take hold, decided to launch an attack of her own against her menacing enemy. It was time to show her how much she had grown since the time the two last faced each other, and that she would no longer let such tactics overwhelm her anymore. With a shout of determination, Sophia looked to advance, throwing a heavy kick towards Brynhild, aiming towards her head but purposely telegraphing it. She wanted Brynhild to dodge, so she could lower herself towards the rising knee that Sophia looked to follow up with!

[The Riders]

Brynhild tilted her head, taken a little by surprise to see that Sophia was able to rise and taking a fighting stance despite losing the item of clothing. The crowd began to get behind her as the platinum blonde stood defiant. It was clear she was not happy, but in their last match this would have destroyed her will. Instead she stood ready.

“You’ve grown.” Brynhild managed to compliment, casting aside the rags that had once been Sophia’s top, as she managed a smile and slowly took her own stance ready to take on the wrestler.

“I wonder by how much? I bet you still have your limitations. It will be fun to find them and break them… along with your body.” Brynhild would add, revealing that she was not done with Sophia nor the mind games. She watched as the German Middleweight wrestler advanced upon her, throwing one of her dangerous kicks towards her head.

Brynhild managed to duck the attack, becoming aware of how telegraphed the strike was. It was clear Sophia was heading for a follow up, and as such, Brynhild was somewhat ready.

A second strike landed into her bare stomach, making her slide back and grunt from the dangerous power Sophia possessed, but Brynhild was largely able to tank the strike, managing a smile through the grimace as she grasped at Sophia’s leg. With a sharp pull, she brought Sophia close, grasping at her hip with one hand whilst the other kept her leg captured. Showing off her strength, Brynhild was able to hoist Sophia upwards, before turning and using her momentum to slam her down against the mat below with devastating impact!

[thesteedman]

It took a moment for the pain to catch up with Sophia when she was slammed against the ring. Brynhild frighteningly managed to tank a strong kick from the all-round middleweight wrestler, one she put a lot of her own strength into, before the counter came in the form of a modified spine buster. The entire ring shook as Sophia's alluring form bounced from the terrible impact. She was left stunned, managing to bridge her body as pain wracked through her back after receiving such a slam from the infamous heavyweight. Clutching at her lower back with one arm, Sophia pressed against her feet and bridged, gasping out as her eyes closed tight whilst she tried to endure the pain.

In those seconds it took for Sophia to try and regain her composure, little did she know that Brynhild had gone to work, looking to try and further humiliate her foe. Brynhild had undone her Gi top from around her hips, pulling it from Sophia's waist to leave more of her torso and midriff exposed. In truth, Sophia was now clad in only a strapless sports bra like top and her Gi pants, with Brynhild no doubt trying to get further into her mind, using those lewd tactics that often put Sophia on the backfoot. Sophia had no time to comprehend what had happened when she felt her current rivals colossal and muscular arms wrap around her waist. In an impressive display of strength, Sophia was deadlifted upwards into the air, gasping out before those muscular arms began to tense up and enclose around her waist, locking in a brutal frontal bearhug!

Where most bearhugs were designed to sap the strength of the foe and display the power of the applier, Brynhild's grip was not so forgiving! She was actively squeezing Sophia in gruelling fashion. Her arms trembled and folded tighter around the waist of the smaller platinum blonde German, causing Sophia to arch right back as a scream of agony was forced from her lungs. Her heels arched, her toes curled as her head whipped back, feeling the brutal bearhug that had finished the qualifier match between the two wrestlers. Brynhild had made it no secret she enjoyed squeezing the near life out of Sophia and had made it clear she intended to do so again. Brynhild buried her face against Sophia's bare midriff, pouring on terrible pressure, causing a deep pain within the German as she had no leverage.

The crowd began to boo wildly, trying to help Sophia rally. The only saving grace was that the match was still early, with Sophia biting on her lower lip hard, before she began to try and strike towards Brynhild's head. She groaned in disgust, feeling her lips against her straining stomach, before she began to slam her elbows down against her shoulders in an attempt to break free of the move that ended their match last time.

[The Riders]

It almost appeared that Brynhild was merely picking up where she left off during the last encounter between herself and the wrestler nicknamed ‘Scar’. Her display thus far has been absolutely dominating, and there was little indication that the heavyweight brute’s momentum would slow down. In the opening moments of the match, she had already stripped down Sophia to little more than her strapless sports bra and Gi pants, having removed her designer vest and Gi top from around her waist. Brynhild looked to devastate the mind of Sophia so she could pick her apart and crush what was left… but to the credit of the platinum blonde, she had not fallen apart quite as much as Brynhild had anticipated.

For certain, the German wrestler who had been taken under Thereisa wing was no doubt reeling and still feeling flustered and intimidated by Brynhild’s antics. Last match however, Sophia had completely broken down by such lewd tactics, whereas this time she managed to maintain a semblance of significant control. In the grand scheme of things, it mattered little, Brynhild was still confident she could break her body, even if she could not shatter her will like last time… and right now she was putting that theory to the test. Sophia gasped out and looked in horror as her opponent smiled in a dark manner, letting her powerful arms fold tighter around the alluring and well defined midriff of Sophia, squeezing her in devastating fashion that left the beautiful but scarred blonde writhing and crying out in agony. Having already been slammed down hard

Last time Brynhild’s strength had crushed Sophia to the point where she coughed up blood and became incapacitated, it was very much Brynhild’s attention to repeat that process.
“I’m going to break you all over again little Wolf.” Brynhild whispered, before she slid her tongue over Sophia’s bare stomach, giving her a good long squeeze with intent to cause as much harm as possible. There was something about squeezing this woman that Brynhild could never tire of, Sophia was a captivating sight to behold, especially crushed and helpless… except right now she was not helpless.

Still early in the match, Sophia still had plenty of fight within her. Despite burying her face against Sophia’s bare midriff, she still managed to slash down with both elbows against Brynhild’s shoulders, biting deep. It was too early to crush her right now, and thus Brynhild simply fell back, using her momentum to throw Sophia with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd all gasped out in horror as Brynhild flipped her with the turnbuckle behind her. Sophia clashed against it back first, near becoming impaled upon it as she shouted out in agony, finding herself caught on top. Brynhild smiled… she was far from done with her plaything. She wanted to make an example out of Sophia Wolfe.

Brynhild stood with a dark look upon her eyes, as Sophia struggled to slip her form from the C shape position she was in on top of the turnbuckle. So far her advances had yet to break Sophia’s will, prompting her to take an extra step forwards. Unfastening her boots, Brynhild would slip her limbs out of the massive footwear to exposed her dangerous yet captivating legs. Tossing them out of the ring, Brynhild would walk bare legged and barefoot towards Sophia in a near seductive manner whilst Sophia began to clamber down from the turnbuckle. Before she could escape from the corner, Brynhild would shove her back against it, before climbing halfway up it. In a fluid motion, she would swing both heavy legs right around, capturing Sophia’s neck in a devastating headscissors. Brynhild used her arms on the ropes to support herself, as she began to choke and squeeze the life out of Sophia with a very intimate style of headscissors.

“You don’t have to fight this if you want it to be over…” Brynhild whispered in a dark manner, as her legs noticeably tensed up and squeezed at Sophia’s neck, making her gag and choke.

[thesteedman]

Sophia gasped in a breathless manner as Brynhild used her powerful thighs to squeeze her neck. She grasped at her legs, panic setting in as she was unable to think straight with the pressure cutting off her air supply. Brynhild herself was a marvel of power and muscle, using her upper body strength to balance herself as she grasped at the ropes, keeping her form horizontal as her legs stretched out and her ankles locked, squeezing Sophia in a brutal headscissor hold. Sophia’s lips parted, her eyes closing as she tried to draw in breath, only to feel those now bare legs tense up, the muscles of her well built limbs hardening and squeezing.

Sophia had been stripped down to little more than her sports style bra and her gi, all whilst Brynhild was now clad in little more than her shorts and bikini top. Her form glistened from the effort, as a dark smile remained upon her lips. It could all have ended right here, with Sophia feeling her form beginning to weaken and her vision darken. All her efforts could have been undone in an instant before the match could even get going, knowing if she passed out here it would be a loss. Biting on her lower lip, Sophia knew Thereisa was watching… She knew Katherine Hart was also watching!

With a sudden burst of energy, Sophia would shout out with determination. Backed up against the turnbuckle as she was, she managed to press herself forwards, throwing Brynhild off balance! The German would grasp both of her legs, managing to show off that for a middleweight, Sophia was alarmingly strong when push came to shove. She did not allow Brynhild to break off, but instead carried her upon her shoulders despite the deep squeeze still being locked on. Hoisted into a powerbomb position, there was only one way it could end, before Sophia managed to plant Brynhild right into the centre of the ring with a massive slam!

The entire ring shook, as the crowd went wild, watching as Brynhild was folded in half by her own weight and momentum, quickly releasing Sophia from the headscissors. She barely had time to settle upon the ground when Sophia got to work, grasping her now exposed legs before wrapping them around one of her own. It was a dangerous move, knowing how Brynhild could potentially capture her with those legs if she recovered quick enough, knowing already how hard they could squeeze, but fortunately Sophia was swift… her body complained at her with every movement, but she could ill afford to let those ailments get the best of her.

Twisting Brynhild with some effort, Sophia would quickly drop her body onto Brynhild’s back, reaching to grasp under her chin, all whilst her legs were tangled with her own… locking in a deadly STF submission hold!
“Did you think the same tactics would work against me again?” Sophia grimaced in clear agitation. No doubt she was most displeased fighting against Brynhild in this situation, both stripped down significantly, but she was making do. Whilst she began to squeeze at Brynhild’s head and neck with her arms, she kept her bent into a C like shape, exerting with strength as she finally began to turn the tide and put the hurt on her tormentor. Sophia managed to glance towards the crowd, seeing Thereisa watching. She gave a small nod to her, letting her know that she was still very much in this fight!

[The Riders]

Brynhild had no time to recover from the powerbomb, feeling her body folding in on itself the moment Sophia wowed the crowd with such a devastating move. In truth, her positioning had only helped the smaller German, taking away most of the heavy lifting as she had tried to choke the life out of her between her thighs. By the time Sophia ran with her, there was no room for escape, and soon Brynhild felt the full impact of the running powerbomb. Perhaps it had been unwise to play towards the weaknesses of Sophia, coming to realise that the smaller beauty had without a doubt been training to endure such tactics between this match and their last.

Brynhild was left grimacing in pain, clutching the back of her head. Despite the onslaught she placed on Scar, her opponent refused to let her pains and ailments slow her down, no doubt fearing significant retribution from the heavyweight monster. As such, before Brynhild could recover from the heavy move, Sophia was already locking her down, wrapping her now bare legs amongst her own before twisting Brynhild in a manner her spine was not designed too. Brynhild naturally shouted out when an STF was locked in deep, curving her spine, bending her powerful legs before Sophia’s arms began to dig into her neck and chin. She felt the surprisingly strong German begin to pull upon her neck, in turn bending her spine further as a few clicks and muffled creaks sounded out.

This combined with the leglock left Brynhild in agony, as Sophia began to finally speak back at her now that the tables were seemingly turned. By now the crowd was really getting behind Sophia who was considered the underdog in this fight, especially given how their last match went. Through the pain of the hold she could hear the cheering, the whistles and stamping of the feet. She was able to even just about glance at Sophia looking towards a section of the crowd… making Brynhild guess just who was there. Thereisa… Last time she had not been present until the end, and by then it had been too late for Sophia who had been crushed to unconsciousness by then.

Now… Sophia had that support she lacked, and it was spurring her on. The notion pissed Brynhild off, making her grimace and grunt as she fought to escape. It was time to stop underestimating Sophia, as it was becoming costly, feeling the hold crank tighter. Given the technique and skill of the platinum blonde wrestler, Brynhild could not simply power out of it, with Sophia shifting with her movements, locking her down and bending her more to put further strain on her whole body. Breathing was also becoming an issue, no doubt a sense of revenge from the German for all the chokes and squeezes she had inflicted upon her. Brynhild was far from done however, and she knew a few tricks to get out.

With the position of Sophia’s arms, she was able to shift her head before locking her teeth upon her wrist for a vicious bite. Whilst her teeth did not quite break the skin, the clamp down was firm enough to cause Sophia to shout in alarm and pain. She quickly released Brynhild’s head, shaking her wrist before she tried to convert into a sleeper style grip… but Brynhild was waiting for her, giving her a deep kiss upon the lips when Sophia moved back in. Stripping the German down and teasing her had not quite worked… but the quick kiss did. Sophia was taken completely aback, shifting away enough from Brynhild that she was able to free her own legs.

“So… your not immune to everything…” Brynhild hissed out in vicious delight, quickly reaching for Sophia before she could pull away. Despite the pain in her own powerful body, Brynhild was able to endure, pushing through as she gripped Sophia by the neck with both hands, squeezing her tightly. Sophia gagged out, grasping at her wrists as Brynhild pushed up to her own feet, bringing Sophia with her. Naturally the blonde began to strike, her kicks as dangerous as Brynhild remembered. Fortunately, she did not have to endure too many, as she looked to put a stop to the struggles.

With a shift of her body, Brynhild would show off her monstrous strength, hoisting Sophia by the neck before tossing her far… Much to the horror of the crowd, she tossed Sophia right over the ropes to send her form crashing to the outside of the ring from great height. With little protection beyond the thin mats, Sophia hit the ground with a hard slap, shouting in agony from such a reckless display of strength. Brynhild herself wiped her lips, managing a dark smile before she scanned the crowd towards where Sophia was looking previously. There she saw Thereisa, managing a dark smile before she pointed towards her and then slid her fingers across her neck… a clear challenge. It was then she began to follow Sophia, climbing out of the ring whilst the girl was using the steps to pull herself up… With a small run up, Brynhild would rush Sophia, before throwing a dangerous kick towards the back of her head whilst she was close to the steel steps!