Nobu Tano vs Alicia Wells

Nobu couldn’t speak while Alicia oh so casually strangled the life out of him even after the ref finally began her warning count. But his desperate eyes tried to plea with her. But there wasn’t a hint of mercy to be found. Alicia didn’t even return his glance, like she didn’t care if her mighty thighs ended up snapping his neck!

Fortunately that never happened, but each second in the hold drained Nobu further and further. And by the time Alicia finally released him, all fight and resistance had gone away completely. He simply remained in place, with his eyes glazed over and drool running out of the corner of his mouth as the ref came to check on him.

Had he been aware enough to notice anything that was going on, Nobu probably would’ve appreciated the ref’s sympathy. It would’ve been nice to know there was a girl in the ring who didn’t have any apparent intent of making him suffer as much agonizing pain as his poor body could handle.

Not like he hadn’t asked for it by poking the metaphorical bear way too many times, but still...

Then suddenly his legs flew back from under him, and his upper body flew forward, bringing his neck right into a crash with the top rope! The crowd groaned and cringed at the sight, and Nobu then flopped right down to the mat on his front. He didn’t move at all, and all that came from his lips was a groan so low and faint it was almost inaudible.

Ignoring the glare the ref was training on her – actually not even noticing it – Alicia slid back under the ropes and rose to her feet. Her eyes were trained laser-like on Nobu’s unmoving body with all the sympathy of a shark regarding its next victim. She could see both his hands, could see that he wasn’t moving aside from the slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, but she still kicked him over onto his back with one foot.

At this point, Nobu had burnt any and all good will she’d ever been inclined to show him. He’d tried one trick too many and now he was going to pay for it.

The only question was exactly how he was going to pay. And, given she’d already put him through his first taste of her vice-like scissors, Alicia only felt it was appropriate for him to get a taste of her other submission skills too.

Pacing around his limp body, she pondered her options before an idea hit her and she smiled.

Nastily. Of course.

Reaching down, she dragged Nobu back to the centre of the ring before dropping down to straddle his hips. Then Alicia began the process of intertwining her legs with his, hooking her feet inside his ankles methodically.

Once she had his limbs secured to her satisfaction, Alicia would slap him again and then again until she had his attention.

And then she’d posture up on her hands, using her Grapevine hold to start stretching the trickster’s legs apart with the full intention of seeing just how flexible or not he was.

A small grunt slipped through Nobu’s lips as Alicia kicked him onto his back. Up and down his chest continued to rise and fall with the large breaths he took. But he didn’t try to get up, or even crawl away. Not because he didn’t want to escape the hellacious torture Alicia was putting him through. He simply didn’t have the strength to will his body to do anything.

Even as Alicia paced menacingly around him, like a predator trying to decide which part of its prey to pick apart, Nobu didn’t budge... Well, not until Alicia “helped” him a bit.

The defenseless boy was dragged out to the middle of the ring. Nobu could only look up at the woman towering over him, then grunt again as she dropped down onto his hips. He felt something on his legs, but was still in too much of a daze to piece together what exactly was happening.

A pair of sudden slaps to the face fixed that, whipping his head back and forth, and jolting his senses back to life. Considering what was coming, that wasn’t exactly doing him a favor. His legs then started to stretch out in opposite directions, and...

“AAAAGHHHH!!!!” Nobu cried out, immediately starting to squirm and thrash under Alicia once his legs were stretched out to their limits. He was surprisingly athletic considering how poor a fighter he was, but he was far from being the most flexible on AFW’s roster. And quickly the pain was becoming unbearable.

“I-I’m sorry! Please let me go! I... I..--GAAH!!!!” he tried to plead and beg, though the intense pain made it extremely difficult to even get a sentence out. Ironically, he had been trying to tell her he surrendered before the pain instead forced the sharp cry from him instead. Fortunately, there was still another way. His right hand raised up, all but ready to frantically start tapping out on the mat!

Nobu, as far as his opponent could tell, couldn’t have fought his way out of a paper bag. Possibly, she was doing him a disservice but it was pretty much the case from what she’d seen so far. He was struggling and trying to fight her off, but her greater size and strength meant he stood no chance at all.

There was a lot of screaming too but he wasn’t saying the magic words so nothing changed. But then he went to tap. That was all it could be.

Alicia, ever watchful, saw the hand come up. And guessed what he was about to do.

Serpent-swift, her nearest hand came up and wrapped around Nobu’s wrist, going to slam his hand back to the mat before he could tap out.

And, once she had that one secured, she’d do the same with his left. Staring down at him mercilessly, the red-haired amazon shook her head coldly. No escape that way for the trickster, not until she’d decided he’d had enough. If he’d played fairly, she’d have let him out.

As it was, she wasn’t through with him yet. Certainly, Alicia was not at the limits of her flexibility and, if she could go further, she was pretty sure she could spread Nobu’s limbs further too. And, while grapevines might not be MMA holds, there was a pleasant simplicity to them.

Not to mention that, as the referee could see, there was simply no contest between Alicia’s thick thighs and the skinny twigs Nobu called legs. But, without a tap or a submission, she couldn’t help him even if she wanted to do so.

He was close. Sooooo close! Not to winning the match, but to finally being freed from all this pain. Just a few taps of his hand, and all of this would be over.

Unfortunately, Alicia didn’t seem too keen on that idea. Nobu’s arm was slammed back down and firmly pinned in place. He tried to move it, but there was no give to the amazon’s mighty grip.

Nobu looked up at the furious face glaring straight through his sole, and could practically feel the color drain from his skin. A fresh wave of fear surged through him, distracting him from the pain for all of about a second before he felt his legs being stretched to their limits again.

“AAAGGHHHH!!!! Pl-please! No more! I—AAAAGGGHH!! I can’t take anymore!” he desperately pleaded. Funny thing was, all he had to do was say two special, magic words. It wasn’t some incredible amount of endurance or perseverance that had kept him from saying them. A more likely explanation was that Alicia hat rattled his brain so much that thinking straight even on a basic level was a difficult task for him at the moment.

But sooner or later those words would come, assuming Alicia didn’t put a preemptive stop to that too.

He was clearly scared, not to mention in a lot of pain – terrified might be putting it closer to the truth. But he was also dead wrong. He could take more and he was going to take more, because Alicia wasn’t done with him yet.

Generally, Alicia wasn’t this merciless in a fight. If all Nobu had done was be useless, she’d have made him tap already and been done with it. If he’d put up a good fight, despite the stupid tricks, she might have been nice then. But the combination, so soon after the hardcore title match and all the frustrating tricks and weapons there, had Alicia in no mood to show any mercy at all. She’d got his hands pinned, removing any chance for him to tap.

But he could still verbally submit and, sooner or later, he was going to remember.

Plus his screaming was starting to annoy her.

And the ref was looking like calling it.

Alicia had a solution for that too. Keeping his hands pinned, she lowered herself down, burying Nobu’s head between her sizeable breasts. It wouldn’t be the world’s best smother but it’d keep him quiet, not to mention part of her definitely relished the feeling of an opponent trapped down there. At least, an opponent like this one, who was treading on her last nerve.

At the same time, she wrenched her legs wider still, going all out in the grapevine to the point she didn’t even care if she pulled or strained something in the idiot’s groin. He frankly deserved it at this point.

Before tonight, Nobu would never have thought that being smothered by a good-looking woman’s breasts could possibly be a bad thing. The prankster had been put through his fair share of holds by a fare share of women, and frankly breast smothers had always been near the top of his list of favorites to be put in.

But no one who had ever used something like that on him had ever been as pissed off at him as Alicia was right now.

Nobu’s eyes went wide in surprise as his whole world went dark, and his face was consumed in the redhead’s cleavage. For a brief second or two he blushed and noticed the nice feeling of the woman’s chest against his face. But then his legs started getting stretched out even more, if that was even possible!

“MMMMMMMPH!!!!” he screamed out, only for his voice to be muffled by Alicia’s breasts. The muscles in his legs and groin felt like someone was carving at them with a knife while holding a fire against them at the same time. But there was absolutely no escape from it. Alicia’s hands had pinned his wrists down, and he simply wasn’t strong enough to overpower her arms. He damn sure wasn’t about to overpower this woman’s legs with his own. Even if his legs weren’t utterly destroyed by this grapevine, the strength difference here simply would’ve been far too much to overcome.

That meant escape was essentially impossible, and submission was the only option. But how? His hands were trapped, and now he couldn’t even speak! There was nothing the trapped boy could do but squirm what little amount he could underneath Alicia, and endure this painful dose of karma until Alicia decided he’d had enough.

Alicia had an odd relationship with breast smothers. They weren’t something she generally used in the ring, even though she could probably have amassed some tap outs or KOs with them. No, she preferred to save them for more personal situations with someone like Dmitri.

Where it wasn’t really about the fight.

So, while it might have been the chief focus of most of the fans, it was just an afterthought to her: a way to keep Nobu from giving up before she was ready for that. No, Alicia was chiefly interested in the grapevine and the pain she was inflicting with it. As far as she was concerned, if Nobu was able to walk back up the ramp, she’d done something wrong.

She’d have to let the idiot go eventually of course but eventually could be a very long time – this was where those rules about submission being the only way to win would come back to bite. As if he could ever have made her tap.

She sent a further stretch through the grapevine, doing her best to yank his legs even further apart.

The ref girl caught Alicia’s eye with her own.

”He, um, probably can’t tap.”

She observed, with careful neutrality. The redhead didn’t answer.

”Or say he gives. Just pointing that out.”

Still no answer, just a ‘get to the point’ look that was unnerving even for a referee.

”Knocking him out won’t end the match.” One last try, but Alicia just curled her lip and didn’t move.

Well. Ok then. The ref settled in to watch the Brit amazon knock Nobu’s ass out, aware that she didn’t have much in the way of options. As for the crowd, well – they didn’t have many problems with the way things were going.

Nobu’s legs had already been stretched as far as possible… Or at least he thought so, based on how excruciating the pain in his legs and groin. But then Alicia managed to spread them even further apart! The noise that came from Nobu could best be described as an intense shriek, which would’ve been absolutely bloodcurdling had it not been muffled by Alicia’s breasts.

Thank god the ref at least took enough pity on him to try to talk the redhead into letting him submit! ….But nothing happened. She told Alicia he couldn’t tap. Nobu was still being suffocated by his foe’s breasts and having his lower half tortured. Two more times the ref tried, but it didn’t help.

Nobu was simply fucked, and that’s all there was to it.

By now, in addition to all the agony he was forced to endure, the lack of oxygen was really starting to get to him. Already his struggles had been completely put down just from Alicia pinning him against the mat so securely. All that remained were his cries of pain, which soon also began to die down. It took a few more moments, but finally he went quiet underneath the busty redhead.

The match still wasn’t over. Alicia had stretched him out so bad he probably wouldn’t be able to walk on his own power for a few days, and now she’d knocked him out cold on top of it. But there would still almost certainly be more pain awaiting Nobu whenever he finally woke back up again.

In any other match, Nobu would be done. Well, almost any other match – once his hands went limp in Alicia’s vice-like grasp, the ref would have been well within her rights to demand the redhead let her check the joker. And, once the hand dropped the inevitable three times, to ring the bell. But in this match, thanks to whichever sadistic official had set the stipulation, it didn’t make any difference that Nobu was now unconscious. Only a submission, spoken or signed, would end things.

And, funnily enough, an unconscious Nobu wasn’t going to be tapping out or saying he quit.

As soon as she became aware he was off to the land of Nod, the big redhead released both her grips and sat up. She raked a hand through her hair, lips drawn in a slight snarl as she contemplated the brat’s limp form.

Well. Now she felt better. She was also bored. Time to wrap this mess up.

Scooting around, she knelt over his head, using her legs to scoop Nobu’s noggin up as far between her brutal thighs as she could manage. The big redhead crossed her ankles and settled into position but she didn’t start squeezing yet.

Instead, she waited for Nobu to show some signs of life.

”Time to tap.”

That was all the warning the idiot would get before Alicia brought the full force of her reverse headscissors crashing down on his skull. The redhead’s big thighs would certainly cover his jaw as much as his neck, Nobu’s only view being the rising swell of her curvy backside as the British amazon clamped down with bone-crushing force.