A different Kind of Training

Madonna smiled at the smaller girl when she asked for the next move. She was asking for a body scissor and sleeper hold combo… that was her finisher… the last sleep. Normally no one would get out of that conscious. But this time she would an exception. She didn´t want to choke her out… not yet. There was so many fun left the two could have together.

But Madonna didn´t want to say no… She would walk up to SOna and grab her under her arms to pull her up to her feet. With a smile she would slowly walk behind the smaller girl. “Let´s see how long you are able to keep standing on your feet… and let´s see how long I can keep it on you without that you go out!” In the next moment Madonna would jump up into the air. She warped her legs around the body of her opponent, in the same moment she put her arms around her neck for a sleeper hold. Both times she put them as tight as she could. She would put almost all of her power into that one.

Sona would feel Madonna suddenly jumping on top of her with all her weight, Madonna's legs wrapping around her waist and her arms wrapping around her neck, both being squeezed with an immense amount of pressure. Sona immediately fell to her knees as Madonna latched on to her. Sona, on her knees, arched her back a bit as she gasped and wheezed for air, raising her arms up, trying to pry Madonna's arm off her. Sona's face was turning a slight of red and she was letting out silent grunts. "Mmph! Ugh! AcK! Mmugh!" Sona grunted out as she started to slowly fall on to her back and on top of Madonna. Sona might have not looked like it but she was absolutely loving this, the struggle, the desperation for air, and the anticipation of how long she will last. It's a good thing she was used to this, considering the longest time she was in a sleeper hold and remained conscious was almost 30 minutes!

Madonna as holding on tight when she pulled her opponent down to her knees. Hm to stand on her feet wasn´t the best time. maybe Sona was able to hold Madonna up on her knees… but know Sona was falling backwards pretty fast again. That was a little disappointing for Madonna. She had hoped that Sona would be able to stay up for some moments. It was always so much fun being on the back of the opponent and choke them… it was kind of riding horse… at least she imaged it was pretty similar Madonna never ride a horse.

But Sona wasn´t strong enough to keep them up… what wasn´t surprising. She was skinny like a stick. Madonna kept her arms warped tight around the neck of her opponent and put her head close to her head. So she would be able to her the attempts the breath from the smaller girl.

Any moment she should stop struggling and would lay down cold… any moment…

After Some time Madonna was looking asking at her partner. She kept Struggling normally after that amount of time her opponent was lying down without moving anymore and the ref would try to pulled her away but the small girl here was still fighting! That was impressing dam impressing… still Madonna let her last sleep locked in a bit longer.

Sona would feel Madonna tightening the sleeper around her neck even more as she flailed her arms in air. Sona would attempt to kick her legs in he air too, trying to arch her back up but that only helped Madonna tighten the sleeper. Sona's eyes were starting roll back, her eyes fluttering. "H-h-harder..." Sona would whisper underneath her breath as she struggled to breath.

Madonna felt how suddenly the life started to leave the smaller girl. Madonna counted down in her head from 3 to 0 very slowly before letting go of her opponent and pushing her away. Madonna would go up to her knees and look down. She was breathing in and out deeply herself. Let´s see if that little brat was still there. Madonna mad it up the her feet very slowly and walked around the body of Sona.

Sona laid sprawled out on her back on Madonna's floor, still breathing and still conscious, barely. Sona's body would no longer respond to her anymore and if she tried to move, her body would only twitch. She started to breath and do shallow breathes, trying to suck in as much air as possible. She saw Madonna walk above her and smirked at her.
"What's wrong? Was that your best or are you just tired out?" Sona taunted.

Madonna looked down to her opponent with a bright smile. She shacked her head, this girl would only shut up when she would be out cold. Madonna walked around her another time. Didn´t look like she was able to get back up or move in any way. Madonna would bow down and grab her. She would pick her opponent up and turn her away from her. With a big smile Madonna would stand up her opponent facing away from her.
“I always wanted to try out this.”, she said while warping her arms around the neck of her opponent for another sleeper hold. If this sleeper hold was locked in Madonna would slowly walk backwards and then step onto her bed. She would hold SOna in front of her… in mid air.
She would turn this sleeper hold into a hangman sleeperhold.

Sona would feel Madonna pick her up again and lock in another sleeper hold, which Sona was delighted to be in. But what made Sona really go over the edge was when Madonna suddenly went to stand on her bed, still holding Sona in the sleeper and kept her up in the air almost as if she was hanging her! Sona's arms would immediately move up and try to resist the sleeper but Madonna's strength was far superior than her owns. Sona started to make gurgling sounds as no air would be going into her mouth. Sona would try to breath through her nose but considering it was her neck that was being constricted, it didn't make much of a difference. Sona's legs would flail limply in the air as Sona's arms would slowly fall limp to her sides. Her eyes would roll back, her face turning a bit pink as some drool rolled down the sides of her mouth. Sona was almost unconscious but not fully, she wanted this to last.

Madonna felt that SOna was fighting back. She tried to fight her way out of this hold. But it didn´t worked. The bigger woman had the hold locked in so tight there was no way out of it… Madonna needed to smile. This time Madonna wouldn´t let her opponent out of this so easily. She would kept it looked to the end.

After the arms and legs of her opponent were liming down Madonna would wait some more time… she wanted to make sure she was out cold. After some time Madonna would then turn her upper body to throw Sona onto her bed. Slowly the big woman would step down from her bed and watched the smaller one…
“Not bad little one… not bad… it was a pretty nice warm up!”, Madonna would say quietly. The German woman would take out one of her Business Cards and write on the back of it:
Call me if you want to train!
And put it next to the sleeping girl. Afterwards she would get her bag and head out for the training.