How Russians do Business

Sha's glove covered fists slammed heavily into Oksana's face, pummeling her with numerous lefts and rights while just behind her Nha was delivering even more stomps to the big Russian's crotch. It was clear that the twins were trying to take the fight out of their charge right away with this combination assualt. It was only after several stomps into Oksana's crotch and even more punches to her face Nha and Sha would both let up, with the red twin looking down on the bigger woman's face. "Is she still awake?" Nha called from where she still held Oksana's legs.

Sha smirked in amusement. "Can't tell," she replied, and would then dismount Oskana, freeing her from the pin.

Nha, however, wasn't as quick to let go of her legs. In fact she reaffirmed her hold with a smile. "I know a way we can check," she chuckled, and with Oksana's legs tucked under her armpits she would turn the Russian onto her front to apply a boston crab submission.

Sarah was maintaining a submission of her own back with Katya, grinning like a mad woman as she wrenched back on Katya's arms. "Whatever I want, huh?" Sarah mused as she tortured Katya. "Hmmm...you want to know what I really want right now?" Sarha chuckled to herself, and would put most of her weight down on the foot planted on Katya's back. "What I really want right now is to beat the ever living shit out of you. I'm sure someone as important as you can deliver that." Sarah would then abruptly release Katya's arms, and with most of her weight on her foot Sarah would essentially be slingshotting Katya face first into the gym floor.

Oksana convulsed in pain as her pussy was cruelly targeted, her crotch taking painful blow after painful blow. The big girl cried out in anguish, though each heavy blow to the face dulled her senses, quieting her calls till they were no more than a whimper. She was an experienced fighter and she could tell the twins were intent on taking her down professionally, which meant both her and Katyaâ€s immediate futures were going to be pretty grim.

Poor Oksana was worried the twins would try and bludgeon her into unconsciousness, but as she felt Sha step up off of her beaten form, the voluptuous victim realised they were going to torture her in a different way. Helpless, she was rolled onto her fleshy front, and folded into the boston crab.

“AANNNGGHHH!!!” she cried out, her groggy body jolted back into life by the brutal back stretch. Driven to distraction by the pain in her spine, Oksana flailed her arms wildly, she would even grab and yank at Shaâ€s ankles if the Egyptian were foolish enough to get too close.

As Oksana became more animated in her suffering, mouthy Katya was being worn down fast, whimpering in the painful surfboard stretch. As Sarah taunted the petite Russian, Katya realised there was no reasoning with this brutal thug.

“Unghh…. Please…. Just go easy on me…” she moaned, but it was not to be. A final hard tug on her arms made Katya think her shoulders would be dislocated. She started to scream but was cut short as she suddenly lurched forwards, crunching face-first into the unforgiving gym floor. There was a horrible stab of pain as Katya felt her pretty features get flattened against the ground. Stunned, speechless and scared, Katya lay sprawled on the floor. She thought she could feel the hot flow of blood start pouring from her nose, though she was so out of it she could hardly tell.

"I guess she is awake," Nha giggled as the first screams began to erupt from Oksana's mouth as a result of Nha's boston crab. The blue twin worked the submission to perfection, knowing just where to sit on the Russian's thick backside to apply a great deal of pressure to her as her legs were cruely yanked back. Nha being a submission expert wasn't just a title. Her sadism ran deep in the holds she put her victims into.

Sha meanwhile smirked as she watched her twin work, looking down at the flailing and tortured Oskana with very little pity. In the woman's struggles, she would actually manage to grab one of the red twin's ankles. Scowling, Sha would simply rear her other leg back to deliver a cruel punting kick straight into the Russian's face. After that, and if Oskana let go, Sha would next move to mount the hefty woman's upper back while her sister maintained the boston crab. She would then grab Oksana's arms, drape them over her thighs and then pull back on her chin to apply a camel clutch. With Nha pulling back on Oskana's legs and Sha on her chin the twins would be bending the Russian into an almost perfect C shape.

Back with Sarah, she herself was taking great glee in dismantling Katya piece by piece, and she had just gotten started on her poor victim. "Oh, I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear," Sarah mockingly told katya as she stalked around her downed form. "You see, I have an image to maintain. If I don't use my full strength to beat you within an inch of your life than I'm letting down a lot of my fans." Sarah would then reach down to grab a handful of Katya's hair to pull the poor girl to her feet, giving her a malicious smile.

"We wouldn't want to let down the fans, would we?" Sarah would ask condesceningly before she would release Katya and suddenly jump into the air, hoping to score a powerful dropkick square into Katya's chest.

“Annngghhh…” Katya winced as her groggy form was hair pulled upright. “You no even have any fans here!” she protested desperately, pain torturing her scalp as she looked up at Sarah. But there was no reprieve for the petite Russian as she was dropkicked straight in the chest.

“Oofff!!” she groaned loudly as Sarahâ€s boots cannoned into her body, knocking her clean off her feet. She flew backwards and arced down onto the floor with a hard thud. Her head had taken a hell of a pounding from Sarah, leaving her senses dazed, and now her body was getting worked over, ribs aching painfully. Whimpering, Katya would flail around with her hands, finding an adjacent gym machine to haul her hurting form up into a sitting position.

“You no have to play the bad girl here…” she groaned miserably.

Meanwhile Oksanaâ€s struggles had been brutally rewarded with a kick to the face, throwing the buxom brunette for a loop. Her heavy-set body was hardly the most flexible, and as Nha folded her into an expert crab hold, her pain intensified and her cries became more desperate. Groggy from the face-kick, she couldnâ€t prevent the second twin from sitting on her back, and before she knew it she was locked into a camel clutch as well.

“AAIIIGGHHHH!!!” she screamed as her spine was yanked back, both twins working in unison to torture her now. Oksana was a tough girl but she was trapped in a nasty position, two foes sitting on her back, all four limbs grabbed and helpless. She flailed her arms desperately, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth to try and cope with the pain, but there was nothing she could no.

“Nngghhh…. Fuck! Bitches!!” she spat desperately, shuddering in pain. She hissed wildly in Russian before returning to English. “Chicken-shit whores!! You pay for this!!” she snarled angrily, rocking and squirming in the torturous submission hold. Her strength was rapidly draining from this brutal treatment.

Nha and Sha maintained the double submission hold with ruthless efficiency. No matter how unflexible the Russian was the twins would be testing it by bending her to her absolute limits. Nha cranked back on Oksana's thick legs while Sha pulled back on her chin, nearly bending the poor woman in half. The fact that both sisters were enjoying Oksana's pain meant bad things to come for the trapped Russian. "Such a mouth on her," Nha giggled at Oksana's angered shouts, which only served to encourage the two girls. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we, Sha?" After maintaining the brutal combo hold for several minutes Nha would release Oksana's legs, but Nha would still keep Oksana in the camel clutch to keep her trapped.

After releasing the Russian's legs, Nha would move around to her head where her sister still kept her in the camel clutch, and with Sha pulling back on her chin it left Oksana's large chest very exposed. Grinning, Nha would rear one of her legs back before delivering a brutal kick straight across the Russian's chest. Nha would do this over and over again, delivering kick after brutal kick into Oksana's chest while Sha continued to pull back on her chin. The twins would do that for several seconds, with Nha delivering about a dozen kick before Sha would release the camel clutch, letting Oksana flop to the floor.

Back with Sarah she was picking herself up after delivering her dropkick to Katya, and when she saw the feccts it had on the smaller girl she grinned in satisfaction. "That's where you're wrong," Sarah corrected as she approached Katya again. "You see, when people find you later, they'll ask who did this you, and you'll say Sarah Gatt. Now they'll either find you slightly roughed up, or completely annihalated. Which do you think is gonna be expected?" When Katya tried to crawl up using a gym machine, Sarah would grab her hair from the back of her head and use it to brutally smash her face into the machine.

"I don't have to play the bad girl," Sarah chuckled after the smash. "I am the bad girl." Sarah would then pull Katya in, trying to wrap her arms around her thraot and apply a tight sleeperhold, and because of the height difference between the two of them Sarah would actually lift the girl off the ground, choking her in mid-air.

“Gnahhh….. When I escape, I will fuck you up!” Oksana snarled, trying to channel her pain into aggression. This, though, was getting increasingly difficult.

Despite the fact her prolonged torture was becoming unbearable, Oksanaâ€s main concern was how sheâ€d let down her partner Katya. If the two Egyptian bitches hadnâ€t jumped her with a surprise double-team, the Russian girls might have had a chance, but now it was fast becoming a massacre. Oksana knew that Katya didnâ€t mind being treated rough now and again, but this brutal assault was way beyond anyoneâ€s tolerance.

The big girl cried in agony as her spine was stretched in the boston crab / camel clutch combo. The fighting spirit was slowly being drained from her, leaving Oksana a sweaty, dishevelled, moaning mess. Nhaâ€s release of her legs offered a slight reprieve, and in the pause, Oksana would call out in Russian to wherever Katya was.

Her shout wasnâ€t really that helpful though. ‘Weâ€re fucked†was the rough translation. Any further advice was then silenced by the barrage of kicks to her trapped face and head. The poor girl grunted, squirmed, and groaned, but she couldnâ€t escape the abuse, her senses taking a battering. When she was eventually released, she thudded down hard onto the gym floor, only semi conscious now.

Meanwhile Katya was panting and whimpering in pain and exhaustion. Begging and pleasantries were really getting her nowhere, so as she was slumped against the gym equipment she could only respond to Sarahâ€s latest taunt with a bitter sigh.

“Nngh… got an inferiority complex, eh?” she snarled darkly. Katya didnâ€t need her partnerâ€s cries to tell her she was fucked by this point, so a part of her no longer cared about angering the redhead.

And frankly, after the brutal face-smash into the machine, Katya was barely conscious enough to care about anything. Next thing she knew, her aching body was dangling in the air, trapped in a brutal sleeper hold. THIS got Katyaâ€s attention, eyes widened in fear as she realised she was being choked.

“Acchhh!!….. Nghh!!…..” she spluttered and screeched as she suffered in the hold, her head feeling like it would be twisted off by the bigger girl. Her legs dangled helplessly, aiming weak kicks at her attacker, but her world was already starting to blur and darken at the brutal treatment. Being the poster girl for Sarahâ€s sadistic nature really didnâ€t sound appealing, but poor Katya didnâ€t seem to have much choice. She almost hoped the champ was planning to choke her out completely.

Another brutal combination attack courtesy of the Ancestors of Isis left their victim sprawled out on the floor before them, much to the pleasure of both of them. While Nha and Sha were poweful as individuals it was together as a team that they were an absolutely devastating force. They weren't one of the AFWs most infamous tag teams for nothing. "Aw, I think we broke her," Nha cooed, and would grind her foot on top of Oksana's head mockingly.

"Not yet," Sha said cheekily, standing up off of the bigger girl. "She's still got some fight left in her."

"Not for long," Nha chuckled, signaling the start of another deadly combo attack. The twins would both walk around to Oksana's legs, and Nha would hook one of them with her own while Sha would do the same with the other. With that done, the sisters would then grab Oksana's arms to tie up all her limbs. When all was complete, Nha and Sha would then roll backwards, bringing Oksana up with them, suspending her in the air with a tag team cieling hold.

Sarah merely grinned like a demon as Katya flailed like a fish in her powerful choke. Her desperate kicks may has well have been mosquito bites to the Friction champ. Like the hangman's noose Sarah was choking the very life out of Katya. "I got a fucl load of complexes!" Sarah laughed as she held Katya. "Inferrority ain't one of them!" Sarah would hold the brutal sleeperhold until she felt Katya on the brink of unconsciousness, and then she would unhook her arms from around the Russian's throat.

"No no no," Sarah would chuckle, keeping Katya on her feet after releasing her. "You don't get to pass out yet." And then Sarah would attempt to lift Katya up into the air, holding her small body across her chest with very little effort before she would abruptly drop her down spine first across her outstretched knee for a brutal backbreaker.

Oksana groaned wearily into the gym floor as she felt herself being stood on. Indignation was simmering inside of her - being beaten up, she could handle, but these sadists seemed to want to go way beyond any necessary level of punishment. Being manhandled by such cruel girls - especially when they were smaller than her - was hard on her pride.

Though currently, it was just as hard on her poor, aching body. Her limbs were tied up by the twins, and the semi-conscious girl found herself being rolled back and pushed into the air.

“Aiighhhh!!!” she howled in agony as she was thrust upwards. She squirmed a little, hoping her hefty weight would be too much for the twins, but they seemed to hold firm, and the immense pressure on her limbs soon stopped her from moving at all.

Poor Oksana was trapped, screeching, her huge breasts jiggling as she was suspended in this double-team torture. “Please stop!!” she whimpered, hating the twins for making her swallow her pride like this.

As screams were forced from Oksanaâ€s lungs, Katyaâ€s smart mouth was deathly silent, the petite girl gripped in the brutal choke hold. She could feel the numb pain of unconsciousness beginning to seep into her senses, almost looking forward to the reprieve… when suddenly she was brought back from the brink, only to be lifted ominously into the air.

She looked around groggily from her elevated position, senses lurching back into focus, her pained throat gasping for some much-needed air. But before she could even begin to collect herself, she was slammed down in that brutal backbreaker.

“Ngggaaaahhhh!!!” she moaned in unbelievable agony. The distressed Russian couldnâ€t even muster a full-throated scream any more, but the grimace on her face displayed the fierce, burning pain that had spasmed through her body. Katya lay draped across Sarahâ€s knee, utterly broken, her battered spine curved painfully backwards as she lay helpless and limp.

“Fuck…. Canâ€t take… any more….” she panted miserably, this rag-doll treatment testing the limits of her endurance.

Nha and Sha maintained the double submission hold with expert efficiency, keeping the bigger and heavier Oksana in the air between them. Were they to perform this move alone, they probably wouldn't have been able to support the Russian's considerable weight, but together they could hold her up all day if they wanted to. And from the way they were enjoying her screams that may have been a possibility. "She wants us to stop," Nha giggled looking over at her sister. "Should we indulge her?"

"I don't know," Sha replied with a smirk. "It's probably a trick. I think she can take more." The twins shared dual smirks at the thought of putting Oksana through more torture, deciding to keep her in the ceiling hold for a little longer, wanting to drain the hefty woman of more strength and hear more of her screams. Then, when they both got tired of it, the two of them would both lean backwards again, trying to drive the suspended Oksana head first into the floor before releasing her from the dreaded submission.

"Oh, that's gotta suck!" Sarah laughed after nearlly breaking Katya in half over her knee. Sarah loved the backbreaker. The way it quite literally broke her opponants played right into the Queen of Brawl's sadistic side. And Katya's pleas were just the icing on the cake. "Now, speaking of Sabre," Sarah said idly as she kepy Katya draped across her knee. "She has this move of her's, I forget what it's called, but it goes something like this..." Grinning, Sarah would clasp her hands together above her head before brining them hammering down onto Katya's exposed and stretched out stomach, crashing down on it like a meteor. Sarah would do this not once, not twice, but three times to Katya, hammering down on her gut with massive blows in tribute to Sabre's Sacraficial Alter.

Poor Katya was groaning and grimacing in pain, the petite beauty a real damsel in distress as she was bent over Sarah's knee and given several brutal hammer blows to her upturned stomach.

"Uckkk!!..... No.... nngghhh.... no more...." she managed to spit out between blows. Every hit caused horrendous pain in her gut, made all the more sickening by the way Sarah was treating her as a plaything now. Katya was begging as best she could, but even that was rapidly becoming too difficult - her abs now hurt so much, she could do nothing but grit her teeth and moan in anguish, flinching wildly at each strike, spittle forming at the corners of her mouth.

Meanwhile the tortured Oksana could hear her boss suffering in all kinds of trouble, but her own gruelling position meant she was powerless to help. Despite her pleas, the twins were stretching her strained body more than ever, making her howl in agony.

"Aahhhhh.... ohhhhh.... you bitches...." she whimpered as her plump body writhed helplessly. "nnghhh.... you're fucking dead...." she hissed bitterly, the twins' cruelty pushing poor Oks to her limits. The big girl vowed revenge if she ever got free of this hold, though it was looking unlikely right now. Suddenly, she was rocked backwards, head crashing into the hard gym floor. Her senses were left spinning, and all she could do was clutch her head, emitting an aggreived moan.