Saskia Schleswig-Holsten vs. Akino Sanada - The Same Coin

The apparent irony wasn’t lost on the Swiss-German, something she thought of as she slid their sweat-soaked bodies over each other. The paradoxical illusion that Akino was operating over to break the proverbial chains of bondage. From the moment when she initiated a cheap manoeuvre to lock in the triangle choke, it seemed to have gone as such. But as seconds pass by, the cycloptic maid simply regressed. Perhaps the pleasure was too much for her to handle. Too intoxicating that she couldn’t operate with a sound mind, longstanding issues that have been unresolved coming into the forefront and ruining something that the rational side of Akino wanted. Unless if that is what she wanted after all. Just her chance of being at the top before going back to her usual place. A fantasy she wanted to play out every once in a while. A hidden desire that Saskia might have just stumbled upon. Impressive if that is the case. Battling without succumbing to the enraptured lust is a skill that many hentai fighters learn before they would even come to grasps with the grappling side of things. Which is why the Swiss-German believed in her heart of hearts that those that denounce such combat really had no idea of the intricacies that plays out. From twin-tailed blondes that have a penchant for incongruous self-destruction to happy-go-lucky, redheaded submission phenoms, they can take Aino Sanada as a case study, so will the rest that may have the urge to get into such battles. There are always more factors that come into play when it comes to battle of any kind.

Slowly, sensually, like the snake gliding over water, careful not to make any sudden movements that would interrupt such a stupor. That and the Swiss-German wasn’t going to quickly snap in a hold when Saskia had her head crushed. This called for something gentle, a careful and deft touch that Akino wouldn’t get enough of. Feeling that tight body lax on hers after what would have been a great orgasm that shook the earth itself. The sudden tense of her form, coiling up tighter and tighter to the point were her dam broke, unleashing a torrent that continued to seep between Akino’s legs afterwards. The massive relief the bluenette must have felt, the sheer elation, the pure bliss…Saskia would admit that she was jealous that she managed to get all the fun. The exotic European sought to rectify this, only that she was, in her mind, going to do this properly. There were rules that she must follow, ones that would bring a much happier ending than Akino could ever dream of. The erotic haze that has parted from Akino’s mind helped matters, she wanted her to be very coherent with what she had in plan.

“Yes~” A juxtaposition where Akino’s frazzled blurted words met with Saskia’s sensual whisper, a deep contrast between the two as Akino found her legs not even touching the mats but under Saskia’s control. It was a peculiar position, one that the crowd had come to expect from the former wrestler of the SWL. “Much more…” Any panic that Akino felt were nullified once Saskia’s lips met with hers as if it was a poisonous lipstick that came in effect once she got a taste. Saskia’s eyes closed, letting the sense of touch guide her. Such a sense wasn’t needed in her mind, at least not for now, she could very well picture what Akino’s expression is, knowing what it feels when someone is tense, apprehensive, or even happy. The Swiss-German felt that guard lower more and more, the humming purr between their lips, giving much vibration that brought harmony to their voices, a duet just for their ears, not the audience. Ushering the bluenette’s head back down, letting her relax as her lips pressed further in their loving embrace, their breasts moulded against each other with the passion of long-lost lovers. So did the rest of their bodies once Saskia began the sensual grind, believing that Akino wouldn’t have any energy to bring up her defences. Her crotch bumped with Akino’s soggy one, playfully teasing it after having enough of a reprieve. The efforts grew at a slow pace, keeping her eyes shut with such serene peacefulness. Akino probably would welcome back such familiar affection and tenderness with open arms. Wherever that also meant the steady pressure that came from her thighs latching around Akino’s right leg and the slight raise of her head to be determined.

Scratching and clawing her way through a life that always seemed more intent on taking things she loved from her and stomping her down into the gutter meant never quite having the opportunity to appreciate the tiniest of pleasurable idiosyncrasies that made all of that strife and hostile conflict that made it all worthwhile. Akino inwardly equating herself to some manner of broken doll...born defective and therefore scoffed at and shunned at from those only seeing the glaring imperfections strapped across her face. Her earliest memories of a little girl sitting on her lonesome astride a swingset in the resident playground was about the summation of what Akino would divulge should someone pry enough into her to inquire about her childhood. But certain early hardships merely cemented her resolve to find her own niche in this world if none would be granted to her, having her come to an internal belief that defiantly standing back up every-time life knocks you back down is a victory for your cause no matter what. But for as long as it kept her upright and stalwart, ready to take on the next fight with a brawler's mentality, it's closed her off to what should happen if a gentle touch is levied against her instead of a straight right or hooking uppercut. To say she's become disarmed from Saskia's alluring sensuality would be an understatement, at a time where there could be no overstating how utterly spellbound she was in the Swiss-German's bewitching clutches, as if lost in a fantasy world of her own now...

"Mmmnnn..." As if instantly sedated with mesmerizing lip gloss that sealed her fate along with their lips together, Saskia's advance made her heart go all aflutter. Still tasting her indecency upon Saskia's mouth and compounding her shame as she shuttered initially, but melted beneath her concurrently with a submissive slackening of her soft frame beneath her foe's rhythmic bump and grind session. The molding squish of their ample breasts could be seen aside the maid's free arm slumping to her side as if in visible admission of how defenseless she'd become with no semblance of a guard being asserted. Akino moaning contently and willingly reciprocating with every tongue roaming slither as it this were a romantic entanglement between star-crossed lovers, time having no meaning throughout the entirety of the lip-smacking smooch with not one movement being taken to break any of this up. The kissing contact between their dampened crotches never going unnoticed and adding pulsating shiver up her spine with every tender mush, having her breathe heavier with trickled in moans and sole eye shut tightly to the world. Helping to allow her imagination to run away with her as she neither struggled or squirmed, but became meekly obedient to wherever Saskia led them together through this. The entrapment of her limbs becoming a literal showcasing of how hopelessly ensnared she was by the Swiss-German hentai specialist rocking Akino's proverbial world, at one point the maid no longer even noticing that the movement or her arm and leg were robbed of her. A sudden undulation of her hips bringing their sweat-smeared abdomens once more back into the sultry forefront, goosebumps being felt before the maid rested her jiggling butt back down to the canvas.

It was that little slice of heaven that Saskia dreamt of when she was young. The day that she was getting used to her body and the many things growing up would bear fruit. Even though she was still young, she understood that it was something she probably shouldn't have seen. It was like eating that apple, the serpent teasing and tempting her to join in on the fun. The ashen-haired woman couldn't help but be hooked drawn in by the allure of the female form and the contact of pressing one's body with another. The bond, the closeness, body heat transferring to the other…it was something any twelve-year-old shouldn't have saw. The main problem was that such a thing was still considered taboo, finding the whole manner of homosexuality abhorrent. All the urges and desires had to be held back at bay, repressed and never to see the light of day. Not many would have known but even Saskia felt like an outcast. An anomaly at times. It was considered weird pressing her breasts on another. It was strange to be rubbing up and down on another woman. The people on the wrestling team didn't have the same mindset when they tussled during practice. And while she managed to keep up practicing mat-based wrestling, it was still frustrating to not let loose on her desires. To turn off the inhibitors and set herself free, rather than holding back before she enjoys it too much. Saskia was never born with any physical defect that many could make fun of. However, the European knew that anyone can feel alone, no matter what you look like.  She didn't like keeping it a secret. She wanted to tell the whole world and shout it from the rooftops. But the Swiss-German knew that this was temporary. A provisional ban. That mentality, plus the fact she used submission wrestling classes as a stopgap did bring comfort before she was finally gotten her freedom. That mentality helped with the fact that she always looked forward, never backwards. To think of all kinds of women, she could press up upon and not feeling any sense of guilt. To share the love and bring others to understand her slice of heaven.

Every day brings many surprises and gifts. And Akino was proving herself to be quite the treat. The Swiss-German understood why all those heavyweights loved to press down on smaller girls from time to time. But to have someone like Akino was something she could indulge in. She wasn't like Hamakaze, a little girl with incredibly dense musculature; probably the single strongest and most built lightweight in her league. Saskia would tease and call her a "mini-heavy". An apt description considering her body was made enough that even a heavyweight trying to body press her would feel notable resistance. Yet despite that, she's still reasonably fast on her feet and incredibly focused, with quick reflexes and an eye for turning counter-attacks into submission holds. She also loved crushing other girls' abs with her own, in particular "walling" their belly muscles in as they try to push back while using her impressively large bust to force theirs back. Hmmm. Maybe she's like Murasame. Another well-built lightweight with impressively large breasts. However, where Hamakaze was more forceful, Murasame was slippery and sensual. She's still solid and wouldn't hesitate to grind her abs on an opponent. Yet, where Hamakaze would try to squish them, Murasame prefers sensually working her opponent into a quivering, panting, aroused mess. Incredibly good at using her sexual prowess in lock-ups; in any test of strength she will immediately attempt to press body to body to an opponent and start rubbing against them, testing to see their sensitive spots and aggressively targetting them. Also, incredibly good at and eager to kiss opponents. While she isn't as heavy as Hamakaze, she's just as good at keeping them pinned, though more so with versatile body rubbing - she'll target their crotches if they squirm too much, rub their abs with hers if she wants them to be locked up and stiff, and mash their breasts with her own if she wants them to feel submissive. It's no surprise that since she's as strong as Hamakze; the two had a reasonably long though non-hostile rivalry over which of the two has the better lightweight body. It was fun to come up with such comparisons when she was rubbing up on the cycloptic maid, finally lowering her guard and letting the exotic European take her. Saskia was happy to oblige, the increasing pressure around her leg signifying that a sensual sin was coming. While Akino was not in the same league as far as strength went, she was far from being a pushover. Rows of toned, well-worked muscle filled the zone between breast and crotch with regimented, strict abs. A soft surface that pillowed her rows of diligent tissue now needled and prodded, Akino's well-trained body was now meeting the wall of Saskia. A wall that had claimed the lush release of many women. One last kiss on her earlobe and neck; the die was cast.

Saskia began the first phase; walling her in and grinding. It was not just that delectable core scrubbing and grating Akino's, working every muscle into near abandon and daring it to go further. It was the European's legs increasing in pressure, gripping the one lone leg tighter and tighter. The abs that pressed into the maid's own, rolling and nuzzling against them with the same aggressive affection as the thighs that bundled hers together now brushed her legendary muscles against it. It was a cage, a constricting grip, a full-body trap, a symphony of friction and affection as her all was smothered, covered, and lathered in frictious praise all the while her breasts mashed into Akino's, moulding and working it like a baker softening dough. One had to push hard; coaxing the partner to tense up and build up in stiffness. There were limits to how hard one could flex, but their dominator would break them.

Had they not first come across eachother within the contentious confines of a squared circle where they were slaves to their basic instincts and thirstful lust for salacious satisfaction through conquering competition...Saskia and Akino may have become quite closer than they could have expected. The overly sheltered upbringing Akino was brought up under strict rules in regards to isolating herself stemming from the defecting imperfection of her left eye and the traumatizing neuroses of her parents hiding her from public view whenever possible. Akino having spent many a night gazing outside from her window at children at play in a nearby courtyard where she was sternly reprimanded from ever setting foot in. As if she were shackled within a metaphorical yet still somehow literal birdcage, one she consummately finds herself taking along with her in her psyche despite having long since abandoned it for the free world outside, but one not too dissimilar from the cage Saskia once found herself repressing within to better conform with societal norms in regards to one's sexuality. Whether they were self-inflicted or cast upon them by others, both of these women could perhaps relate to the notion of inner suppression and the trauma that could entail. Except whereas Akino sometimes still finds herself seemingly trapped within caged bars under the inviting warmth of the Sun's glimmering shine, Saskia now practically embodies the concept of unfettered liberation to indulge herself to her heart's content without feeling the need to censor or suppress her heartfelt, lustful desires.

But hypothetical similarities were perhaps irrelevant in the grand schemes of things, wherein the pair were already as close to one another as two could possibly get thanks to Saskia's "indulgences" tying them together to the point of seeming inseparability. Every tensed musculature beating to the other's drum with rigid and flexing tightness, all alongside the plump mush of their swelling breasts being the polar opposite from of contact given it's supple softness. Although regardless of it's form, every inch of sinful contact between their sweat lathered skin had all semblance of defiance on Akino's part shrink within herself until she became more of the submissive play-dough Saskia could mold however she wanted. An enamored plaything for the Swiss-German to puppeteer however she pleased until Akino became naught but mesmerized in humble servitude like the maid she dresses to the ring, a slave to these grinding undulations mashing Akino against the canvas until any free limb she had was lifeless aside from the occasional quiver. The sauna-esque perspiration from such heavenly warmth practically making Akino delirious as she gently heaved with wilting moans, her flower becoming damp with each mushed kiss of their nethers until she began forgetting why she resisted becoming Saskia's in the first place. There was an ironic bit of happenstance that came with this situation...from the maid becoming locked down within Saskia's masterful clutches in yet another constricting cage...and yet beginning to experience the same sense of liberating freedom the European relished in herself at this very moment.

Labyrinth der Schlangen was a complicated move in of itself, a spectacular submission that can easily claim the surrender of an opponent. To Akino, this seemed like a finisher that could settle a match and have her foe like jelly. What they didn't know is that this would only scratch the surface of what Saskia could do. This was her signature, the Swiss-German opting something of a lower level instead, mostly due to how easy it was to apply after taking some damage herself and the fact that she was more significant than Akino. What the cycloptic maid is going through would pale in comparison of what Saskia could do. This just served as a taste of her ability to tie someone up and stretch places that she didn't think could be extended. But what lacked in complexity, the same theme came up again that gave familiarity to the bluenette. A position with the almost romanticized image of a pin. One bigger woman on top, her thighs closed around the smaller's, her great bust forcing a lesser one to disperse and meld back to its own chest, strong arms stretching straining ones above a youthful face mouth agape from the iron core settling into a granite one. While not wholly nude, it's still covered only by the kiss of body to body, Saskia had Akino down and trapped beneath her, feeling her sink into the thick mats and almost touch the hard floor beneath them. The smooth rhythm of her stomach appeasing her own, rising and falling, begging to be freed and her supple breasts slowly mushrooming, nipples kissing her own in futility as they dispersed... and her sweet breaths faces close. Her bellybutton seeming to nuzzle into Akino's, her own belly rising and falling. The audience watched; other girls greater and lesser, watching the seeming couple share a moment. The rite of taming was no longer universal in her league, but some believed the body spoke in ways the mouth and mind did not. And many wanted Akino to do the speaking to them. The Swiss-German lips found their mark and her breaths matched Akino's. She hummed into her open mouth, her tongue sliding over Akino, sucking away at her lips. Just as rapidly, she parted. "Just relax. Let me make this something you'll forever remember." She winked before her head raised, a focused expression crossing her features. The seductive, suave, smooth talker disappeared for a moment. In its place, the focused technician and hard-bodied demigoddess returned. With it, the pressure on Akino's stomach grew; a trapping force now became an invading maw, abs scraping away like teeth and burned with sensuality and affection. Slowly, Saskia dug in further, her higher muscled weight crushing into Akino's yet not entirely flattened. Akino's belly if anything would seem to be holding own; Saskia's abs were hard enough to break yet Akino's were just strong enough to let them mould into roughly, feeling them quiver under her weight. Her bountiful bust began to spread over her lover's, both mirroring the other's mushrooming state as her crotch weighed down onto Akino's.

It was harsh and stressful yet welcomingly arousing, the way she moved so little, shoulders and sides shifting merely inches yet each one scraping an inferno's worth of pleasure from Akino's body. Slowly, she worked her up, panting and whispering tenderly into her ear, encouraging her to show her real strength, to achieve peak hardness. In any other kind of scenario, Saskia's body would be considered dominant. While she was not the largest middleweight, she easily outclassed Akino - belly, breast, bicep, thigh - wherever muscle and mound met, the story was the same. This should be victory, but Saskia's rubs deepened, nudging deep into Akino's muscle like reminiscing old passions and flings. She could feel the rapid beating of the maid's heart through their mashing mound and feel the strain of her body to take in more air against the imperious tummy conquering her own. Yet it wasn't enough. Tension and fear lined her strength; Akino had more to offer than she already was. She had to; it was not a true taming if both sides did not bring their best. Her lips slowly closed around her ear, breasts smearing over the softened German pair. "It's not wrong..." Came the hot whispers into her ear, her abs holding back just the slightest and offering a tiny little blessing of room to breathe. "We have been through this before; we just need to push, harder than ever before."

Her face nuzzled into her cheek and the side of her neck; a quiet imploring. There would be significant pain, but Saskia would help her; once she began flexing, the Swiss-German only needed to nudge and scrub all the right parts, and Akino's own muscle tension would be held through raw arousal. Mouthing a quiet, dignified sound somewhere between a moan and a purr, her hot breaths against her lover's neck as her enormous breasts swelled over, kissing the collarbone while her abs ignited the fire supplying the heat. Saskia had every advantage, and she wanted to make them count. The European's motions weren't meant to crush her off the bat at first. That wasn't how it worked. She panted into her ear, mouthing encouragement and comfort, promises of the love to come. Harder, faster, secure, she needed it to be the biggest release Akino ever felt to wreck her mind further who Even as Akino was far from defying her, Saskia would push on through to the finish line. Rows of abdominal muscle were advancing on the wall of flesh kissing and scrubbing on every angle while strong arms displayed their brazen, unbowed strength. But it was not where it ended. Hungry breasts went for sensitive underboobs, and Saskia's voice panted excitedly. Her shoulders shook left and right, realign the sweaty and perking over Akino's; almost a dare to a one-way outcome. Slowly, the friction began to climb and the heat between them with it.

The explosion was yet to come. It was just a question of when.

Delusions abounded in what could best be described as the the fleeting vestiges of conscious thought. Something she'd desperately attempted to cling onto but nevertheless fading into nothingness the more this farcical charade of a contest continued onward. A keen observation blatantly obvious from perhaps minute one, but what only began being willingly accepted by the mewling maid after having been conquered, absolutely and unquestionably. She'd been a mere marionette for Saskia's sinful whims, one that had her strained legs parted via the squeezing thighs and hugging arms of the Swiss-German exploring the limits of Akino's inherit flexibility. This labyrinth she'd been subjected to was aptly named in how inescapable it felt to be locked in, and how the palpable dread of losing yourself in it made collapsing into a quivering state of helplessness all the more possible. The smushed blooming of their breasts matched the others jiggling compression, the silken bra Akino had worn having been jostled free somewhat to allow unimpeded affection between their kissed nips. The grinding contact between the other's melded abdominals, after having now been acutely accustomed to breathing in sync with in harmony, somehow seemed to beckon and quaver together in a rhythmic and needy cadence despite Saskia's abdomen being the dominant aggressor mashing their bellies together. The open-mouthed smooch pinned Akino's head to the canvas from how famished the Swiss-Germans juicy lips were, a kiss that the maid moaned contently into with every luscious taste of the other's tongue until it was parted with a slurping pop of their mouths. Leaving a purse-lipped maid briefly bobbing her head back up to weakly attempt to keep their lips interlocked before she settled back down with a hazy look in her half-lidded eye.

The honeyed words breathed against her lips offered a slight solace in that what was to come, and reminded the maid that it would not be an unpleasant experience. Quite the contrary. It would all be akin to a thinned slice of Heaven being bestowed upon the maid by a twin-tailed seraph from above, sweetly settling themselves together in sweat slathered compression of their flawless figures until it practically brought about a sense of sultry unity, or oneness between them. Every pulsating strain of Saskia's masterful form subjugating Akino further, even moreso than the labyrinthine submission. Now seeming more and more unnecessary to keep the maid compliant. She'd quiver meekly as the Swiss-German apparently would make good on her whispered word as suddenly nothing else in the world mattered apart from this one moment. Of being molded down upon until it felt like she were sinking deeper and deeper into the canvas as if being compressed into the depths of the Earth with her view of the ceiling getting farther and farther away. From tasting the throes of ecstasy to feeling as if she were about to be overcome by them. All of this squished friction bringing about audible moans until the kissing caresses of there soggied nethers eventually brought Akino to the brink of her submissive passion until with one curvature of her spine and from feeling the electric elation coursing through her, the maid's orgasmic joy came to fruition with her face buried in Saskia's neck and a high pitched moan muffled within. Her tender juices trailing down her thighs once more whilst remaining ramrod stiff until she'd eventually be suppressed into trembling jelly, panting hotly...and with her sole free arm fiantly raising upward, she would begin tapping out her submission to the side of Saskia's bikinied butt, jiggling it with each tender slap until her gloved hand went flaccid and the referee signaled for the bell.

"...y...you...owned me...since the beginning...th..this...isn't even you at your best...is...it?"

Time has passed, and the cycloptic maid might as well be considered stuck to Saskia's body. Some back in Seaside would find that a tiny bit annoying. It was hard to grind and crush when one is hugging so tightly, even as her own body was moulding forcefully to her own. Akino's own breasts were barely felt under Saskia, long since replaced by the feeling of her lovely counterparts forced to disperse and mushroom over her chest and collarbone. And the once sturdy legs had since quaked underneath real power. Having squished Akino until she was all but stuck to Saskia like crushed bubblegum, the crowd watched the brief moment of the pause. Saskia's raw weight did not need much flexing with Akino's abs so tame. A mere inhale forced her firm tummy to buckle while her breasts barely had to exert any effort to keep Akino's suppressed. Under normal circumstances, this was a victory, but the Swiss-German wanted more than to be acknowledged as a victor. She laid on top of her but wasn't pressing any deeper. Yet she wasn't betting it all on her bodyweight. Slowly, Saskia began to shift her body, shoulders moving up and down as the rest of her body scrubbed and ground deep. Where they had crushed was already sore with pleasure and fiery with heat and intimacy, but now, she poured oil on the open flames of passion. Skin kissed, dug, and bit into skin with hard muscles digging into conquered counterparts. Simple motions centimetres in their length felt as torturous and lustful as a whole mile's worth of bodily rubbing. Slowly, the European roughly massaged and mashed crushed muscles. She wasn't trying to further flatten them; she wanted them to arise, aiming to stimulate each one until they couldn't resist the pleasures of her strength. It was clear that there wasn't any fight left even as she toned down the pressure. The trick was to get them aroused and tense, quaking with pleasure that made their bodies harden. It was a great way to remind them that even at full power, they were just as easily crushed by her. However, the girls of AFW were different from those of Seaside, and thus she could skip that step. Which was excellent, as that meant her favourite one was coming. For a brief second, Saskia raised her shoulders, and there was a moment of peace. It was but seconds long, but after that harsh punishment, it felt as valuable as a whole day's off. The Swiss-German took a deep breath, her belly unpeeling down to the bellybutton from Akino. The warmth and clinging sensations still lay attached to her softening, falling abs. It was small mercy for the bluenette.

For afterwards, there would be none.

Falling back on top of her, soft muscles flexed not just hard, but enormous and impervious. Her breasts crushed once more into Akino's, punishing relief with an erotic weight that once more flattened them under her own mushrooming voluptuousness. Iron hard abs decimated battle-worn ones, quickly forcing once-taut to mould and stretch. Her own hardening muscles seemed to only grow denser and more defined, even with Akino's skin sticking to them and stretching in due part. It was a painful feeling, but the pain was tempered by warmth and intimacy, forcing her belly into a curved valley; no resistance was felt, only flattened obedience. Meanwhile, Saskia's crotch mushed, keeping Akino's suppressed. Like a steamroller working over fruit, the ripe nectar of Akino's lust soon squirted and dripped, its smell mingling with that of sweat and moist canvas. Saskia felt her plaything's heat spike and her body go soft as jello. She smiled and exhaled, softening from metal tough to stone-hard, still keeping Akino trapped under raw size and weight after feeling the hand tap on her butt. Quietly, she lowered her face to Akino's, brushing against her cheek, nose, and mouth. Where she once flexed she now relaxed, laying upon her and letting her oxygen-starved tummy lightly expand and fall. Her cheek rested against Akino's, pinning her head to the ground as she nuzzled her. "Mmmmh…Concession accepted~" Saskia purred, giving her earlobe one last lick before she began to raise herself. The partially pancaked Akino would have some time to breathe and feel fresh air go over her sweaty, sore body. Yet Saskia didn't fully enter a stand, still on all fours. The question Akino gave would be uttered soon after her hand went flaccid. The Swiss-German didn't immediately respond, merely placing her index finger onto Akino's lips, silencing the maid. "Shhh… now's not the time to be thinking of such things." Besides, the battle was long over. And even though it's true, would that answer give the bluenette peace? Some things in the universe are best left unknown. "Just relax, my dear. May you remember my touch in all of your days~." The bigger woman lowered down as if she was performing the sphinx pose on a mat. Well, Akino might as well be considered one after this. If Akino wasn't already familiar with her, now she was going to memorize what each part of her felt like as she performed one more grind onto the cycloptic maid. The sound of skin suctioning to skin with sweat squirting between them was audible as much as feeling her aroused muscles pressing against her from behind the thin layer of softness. Once getting to the pose, Saskia sighed happily before she would, regretfully, separate herself for her victory celebration. "Gute Nacht." Coming off Akino from Downward Dog position, Saskia would leave the deflated and defeated opponent, strolling out of the squared circle. Much to the amazement and fear of all watching.