A different Kind of Training

Madonna walked into the room first and waited till the smaller woman followed her. “My name is Madonna… just that you know who you should apologize to! Your name… I don´t care… I don´t want to know all the names of the losers I beat up all the time. That list of Names would be way to long!”

Madonna started to stretch her arms. This fight wouldn´t be more than a warm up. She would turn her upper body a bit, while watching her opponent. “Okay the rules will be so simple that even a idiot like you should understand them… everything go… only way to win is that the other one gives up or passes out… you get it? Or should I make them even simpler for you?” After some warm up the big woman walked over to the smaller and looked down to her. “Are you sure u want to do this? Last chance to get out!” Madonna wouldn´t wait for an answer. “So the first strike is yours!”

Sona followed the taller woman into her dorm and watched her stretch. She decided to do some stretches to. Hearing the woman's statement, Sona simply tossed her head to the side defiantly. "You say you don't bother to remember the losers you bet because the list would be too long. Are you sure it isn't because you're just stupid?" Sona taunted, "And you don't have to be so nice. I'll let you take the first shot." Sona extended her arms and stood there, ready to take what ever Madonna would throw at her.

Madonna heard what the smaller woman had to say. She needed to smile. Giving her the first strike wasn´t a smart idea. It was a stupid idea… a really stupid one. Okay it wasn´t the stupidest thing she done to today. This girl was full of stupid’s decisions. Not apologizing to Madonna, taking a fight with her and now giving her the first strike!
Madonna needed to giggle a bit. She would slowly turn away from the smaller girl. But then suddenly with one fast move she would step by Sona and hit the smaller girl with a clothesline out of nowhere. She would try to put all her weight and momentum behind hit to deal as much pain to the chest of the smaller girl. If Madonna was able to send her down she would stand above her with an evil smile. “you sure u want that?”

Sona smirked at the woman but a confused look formed on her face when she saw Madonna backing up. And the next thing she knew, she was on the ground, a brutal pain in her chest as Madonna hit her with a clothesline. Madonna stood above her with an evil smile. Sona weakly smirked back and taunted, "Is that the best you've got, bitch? Cause that tickled a bit."

Madonna looked down for a moment in shock. That girl was taunting her after this clothesline? What was wrong with her normally with a move like that she would take every life out of anyone. But this girl was smirking back at her just like nothing happened. Madonna shacked her head. Normally a girl like her would be out cold after something like that.

The big woman shacked her head. If that wasn´t enough for her… she would just hit her harder! Madonna slowly raised one of her foot and put it onto the skull of her opponent. Slowly she put more and more weight onto her foot, slowly increasing the pressure onto the head of her opponent.
“Sorry could you repeat that again… I didn´t heard you properly!”

Madonna would start to smile again when she looked down to her opponent under her. This was a pretty nice view for her. Madonna always loved to hurt people and now this girl wanted to be hurt. What better thing could happen to her like pumping into an idiot like her how almost bagged for a match with her… And now she got what she asked for!

Sona felt a face get smooshed as Madonna place her feet on her face and started to press down hard. Sona grabbed her feet and tried to pry it off. "Is this really the best you've got bitch? I guess you're plan is to knock me out with your stinky feet?" Sona laughed weakly as she struggled to get out from under Madonna.

That little punk just didn´t know when to shut up. Seems like Madonna needed to beat some respect into that slut. Slowly Madonna put her foot down from her opponent while watching the girl down on the floor. In the next moment Madonna would bow down and grab her opponent’s hair. Slowly Madonna would pull her opponent upward and to her feet. In the next moment Madonna would just warp her arms around her opponent and lift her up. She would directly put all the power into her arms she could to crush her chest of her opponent with everything she could. She tried to compress her opponent with this bear hug. She wanted to put all the air out of her opponent and all the live. Madonna tried to squeeze as hard as she could. With an evil smile Madonna would look up to her opponent to look her into her face. Without any problems Madonna was able to hold her opponent over the floor in the air.

Sona grunted as she continued to pry Madonna's foot off her face but to no avail. Suddenly Madonna took her foot off by herself and grabbed Sona by the hair and lifted her up to her feet. The next thing Sona knew, Madonna lifted her up in a powerful bearhug, squeezing with so much force. Sona could sense Madonna's growing anger as she applied more and more force to the bearhug, trying to crush her spine. Sona let out a silent cry of pain as she struggled to get out of the hug but it was locked in like a vice grip. Sona felt her spine being crashed as she forced to bend and more and more. Sona's breast were mashed up against Madonna, which didn't help with her breathing. Sona could only kick her legs in the air as Madonna lifted her completely off the ground and uselessly try to pry Madonna's arms apart. Sona grunted and winced in pain but this is exactly what she wanted. But she wanted more. "H-how sweet of you to give me-ugh-a hug. But do you really think such a-ah-soft hug like this will do bitch?" Sona asked with a weak smirk, staring into Madonna's eyes.

Madonna had her opponent a pretty high distance over the ground. The little slut was bending like the thin stick she was. This made Madonna smile. Finally she was able to hurt her like she deserved it. The bigger woman looked up to the face of her opponent.
Suddenly Sona moved her head forward and looked down to Madonna. The German woman expected that her opponent would beg for mercy. But nothing like that happened.
Sona looked down to her with a smile and was teasing her a bit. Unbelievable. In a situation like that…
But Madonna would let her pay for that. She would slowly increase the pressure of the bear hug. She would push her arms tougher with all she had. All the muscles in her arms were getting harder and harder and were outstanding as much as possible. Madonna felt how her opponents warm body was pressed against her own… but this wasn´t enough. The big German woman would start running forward and would run against the next wall… with her opponent in front of her, before going back a few steps. Madonna would do this 3 times. No the German woman would shake her opponent a bit, looking if she would still be alive. It could be that SOna would be out cold, that would be a bit of a shame because then the big woman would lose her toy so fast but she didn´t expect something else to happen. She was so skinny and had absolutely no muscles on her, so she wouldn´t be able to take something like that…

Sona cried out in pain as Madonna increased the amount of pressure she was using, her bearhug getting tighter and tighter and tighter. Sona stopped resisting any more and just allowed Madonna to continue with the powerful hug. Sona slumped over on Madonna as continued with the hug. She quietly whispered in her ear, "I hope you're not thinking this is enough," Sona taunted in a sing-song voice. Madonna was clearly getting ticked off as she actually ran into the wall, smashing Sona into it with so much force. Sona coughed out, some fresh spit coming. This continued for three more times before Madonna stepped away from the wall but still clenching to Sona, shaking her to see if she was still conscious. Sona weakly looked back at her with a defiant smirk. "I already told you, this isn't enough," Sona said with a smile, "I'm sturdier than I look." Of course this didn't mean Sona wasn't in horrible pain. She felt as if her back was ready to split in two and she was actually very dazed. She could barely see straight but she was still conscious.
"Why not try something else, bitch?" Sona sneered weakly.