Steel and Stone - Kara vs Aniek

She could tell that this match was going to be one to remember and one that would leave them both satisfied. Yet all things started small.

"Then it begins."

That was all the warning Kara would have before the she-giant struck. It was a whipping fast motion; simply raising her hand up and chopping down on Kara's left shoulder, near her neck. However it was clear that her great strength meant she could turn it into speed, the wind making a whipping sound as it did so. This might be able to topple some smaller women but Aniek wasn't expecting Kara to crumble. If the blow connected, she'd follow it up quite quickly.

The striking hand would open and at the back of her neck. She would then attempt to use her other free hand to grab Kara's elbow and use both hands to pull her forwards. It wasn't for another press session but rather a raised knee that should shoot up into her midsection like a rocket. She'd attempt to jab it twice - once to stun, the second time to hopefully knock her off her feet!

It was only the very next instant that the sting of a chop inflicts her left shoulder, earning a quick grimace from Kara as she reacts quickly by reaching and grabbing the shoulder of the attacking arm, gripping tightly. As she goes to use her other arm, however, Kara's eyes widened as it was seized almost immediately after the chop, making it difficult to get a good grip on her opponent. She wasn't just strong, Aneik was fast. Much faster than Kara. This was startling, as she quickly learned that if she were going to win, she had to find a way to get around that speed. However, she had very little time to think.

There's another blur of muscle as a powerful knee slams into Kara's abdomen; another grimace of pain as her body tensed up in preparation to endure. It didn't matter how tough she was; Aneik could turn her strength into swiftness at the drop of a hat, and matching it just wasn't feasible, especially when grappled like this. Another swift jab of the knee and Kara gives a short, straining cry, pumping all of the might in the one arm she had grappled her opponent with to push her back as the second knee strike forced winded her. It was surprising she was even to remain standing. Even with the endurance she had, even with her hardened body, the force the opponent used against her was staggering.

Aniek didn't specialize in striking. However her impressive strength an experience meant she could hammer someone with both experienced blows and ruthless force in equal measure. Aniek was forced back but she was surprised Kara still stood her ground; but she knew from how she reacted that the blows had been effective. While she was respectful and clearly holding back, as two equally matched opponent's in strength, she didn't plan on disrespecting her by going easy.

Moving forwards with vigorous speed, Aniek didn't give her even half a minute to relax before her powerful hands struck again. Raised like hammers they would aim to slam down like lightning bolts on both her shoulders. The intent was to force her to bend down from the mighty impact with muscles flaring and knuckles snow white.

If this was successful, then the next round of agony to besiege Kara would be to her forehead. Aniek would try to pull her arms behind her back and sandwich her head between her thighs. A short hop later and her weight would force her forehead to come crashing to the mat, hopefully stunning her for a little.

There was no rest for Kara as the onslaught continued. The next attack was immediate, fists slamming down upon her with agonizing power that forced her body to bend, but Kara had not made a sound, gritting her teeth and bracing herself blow for thunderous blow. There was naught she could do to break Aneik's momentum. For now, she would endure as much as her stony body would let her.

But the pain didn't end there. Kara gasps as her arms are pulled back and her head becomes sandwiched between slabs of milky white muscle. She wasn't even allotted a moment to struggle before a ton of weight forced her head down to collide with the mat with a sickening thud. Kara writhed, rolling to her side with a hand over her face, teeth clenched to cage all phonic expressions of the grievous headache she now had. She needed to quickly get up before Aneik capitalized on this, Kara knew this, but she simply would not be fast enough if her opponent acted now.

Aniek, satisfied with her work, began to lower herself over Kara's upper torso. She looked powerful even in pain - muscle tensed when one was in both agony and arousal and she had a better idea of what she was capable of. However, she knew she couldn't afford to give her a chance to do so. The next part would be a continuation of her aggressive strategy. Rather than following up with another strike, Aniek hopped, spread out her limbs, and used her whole upper body mass to crush Kara's collarbone, breasts, and upper chest underneath her.

It wasn't a full crushing splash - she'd not intended it as such. However it would hopefully be enough to wind her as Aniek's granite-hard legs squeezed Kara's arm between them, crossing ankles to lock it in. Her two hands would grab a likely desperate wrist and twist it in a chickenwing arm lock. Her powerful belly would expand as she breathed in, forcing Kara's breasts to smush under her stony abs and incidentally rubbing their hard texture over that now pancaked pair. It was what some would call a kimura lock and it was both easy to do and effective.

Not even when squirming in pain is Kara giving a break! By the time she noticed the enormous shadow looming over her, by the time she opens her eyes with a realization to act, it's too late. The full weight of Aneik's body crashes down on her upper body, finally eliciting a short cry of pain from her as she's further winded. Wasting no time, her opponent had restrained both arms, one with her legs, the other with her hands, which specifically seized the wrist of the hand she was holding her head with. Within moments, a sharp pain settled in that wrist, and Kara squirmed, teeth tightening together in exquisite pain. Couple that with the grinding of steeled abs against her squished breasts, and you have at sensual, yet painfully uncomfortable experience.

However, Kara was never one not to fight back, in any position. With both arms restrained, all she had left was her legs. She lifts her lower body, lifting her dominant leg with impeccable force to strike Aneik's head or body. She was unable to aim properly in this position, but striking whatever she could as hard as she could was good enough if it meant being released. However many strikes it took wherever she struck, Kara would keep pounding away with her knee, grimacing to endure the increasingly agonizing position of her wrist and arm.

A lesser woman would be struggling for breath and composer, mewling with no self regard while gasping for breath. Yet even through her impressive breasts, Aniek could feel the resistance burning beneath. Her abs grinded past her chest and against bone and skin but it was far less forgiving than the squishy pillows. Even trapped by her grasp, the biceps resisting the crush of her thighs made her realize that this woman, even in spite of her shorter height, could probably bearhug her quite well. Before her train of thought could continue however, she felt Kara rock and a sudden pain on her back.

It was then she realized that Kara had drawn her legs up, not just enough to hit her, but enough to rattle her spine. Her body jerked and her hands faltered, moreso when three more bombarded her like the stamping machinery of a factory. She gasped out and quickly released her, rolling over her face and towards the ropes. She was grinning how as she pulled herself up, throwing out and shaking her hands. She had to admit, the kind of flexibility one needed for such a manoeuvre were far from first year wrestling rudiments.

"I'd not thought you so flexible." She replied as she readied herself, stretching her body to deal with the pain. "Many of our kind forge the importance of their legs beyond merely applying force."

After much struggling and four straight blows to the back with her knee, Aneik had released her, and Kara was free to move once again. She quickly brings herself to her feet, taking deep breaths to compensate for the suffocating feeling of Aneik's body planted over her and shaking out her arms to deal with the lingering pain of the kimura lock she was subjected to. Everything that just happened to her in those moments were swift and relentless, informing Kara that her opponent was far more ruthless with her combat ability than she initially thought. But now that she was free, Kara made it clear that she wasn't going to wait to see what else Aneik could do, and acted immediately.

"If you thought that was good, you haven't seen anything yet!"

With a quick step forward and a twist of her body, Kara raised up her right leg and launched it for the face in a full-forced side kick, pumping enough force in the muscles of her leg to floor the Nightly Beast if it connected. If successful, she would waste no time in seizing the legs and mustering enough strength to drag Aneik away from the ropes.

With a quick step forward and a twist of her body, Kara raised up her right leg and launched it for the face in a full-forced side kick, pumping enough force in the muscles of her leg to floor the Nightly Beast if it connected. If successful, she would waste no time in seizing the legs and mustering enough strength to drag Aneik away from the ropes.[/quote]

Kara was no slower than she. Even though she was a safe distance back, Aniek had to scramble away when a scarred leg flew her way like a blade, whipping in the air as it moved. She raised an arm defensively but even when combined with her attempted dodge, it wasn't much. The mighty blow smacked past her arm and nailed her across the forehead. Her head exploded into white hot pain and she nearly toppled over. The rope smacked into her back, bending against her force before launching her forwards in a clumsy stumble.

With a blow like that, just about any lesser wrestler would be knocked off their feet by the sheer force. Not Aneik, who proved more resilient to be toppled by one blow, powerful or not. For a moment while she returned to a readying position, Kara questioned why she ever thought it would be enough when Aneik struck her twice just as hard and she remained standing. That didn't last long, however, when a potentially greater opportunity came out of the successful connection.

Aneik's ricochet off of the ropes sends her stumbling forth towards Kara, who held her arms out in preparation. Once she gets close, Kara reaches her right hand between and slaps a firm hold on her crotch while the other hand grabs Aneik's left shoulder. Using her opponent's forced momentum and her own strength, Kara gives a great grunt of strain, muscles flaring and teeth clenching as she flips the massive woman upside down, turning herself to face the center of the ring. From there, she kicks out her legs, slamming the Nightly Beast down on her back with full force in what's known as the Michinoku Driver.