Ingrid vs Nia

Recap

Nia and Ingrid stare back at each other as they prepare to wrestle.

Both women are off to rough starts in the league and are eager to get their first win here. But only one of them will succeed.

Ingrid starts off by lunging at Nia.

Nia jumps at Ingrid, latching her legs around her waist.

Ingrid tries to fend her off, but her waist is already leg locked and Nia has her arms making their way around the back of her neck.

Ingrid is strong and she proves it by ripping Nia’s arms off of her. Nia goes falling backwards, hanging on only by her mid-air bodyscissor.

Nia dangles from Ingrid’s waist, the back of her head brushing against the mat.

Ingrid fights with Nia’s legs, trying to untie them. She twists and digs her forearm in between Nia’s calves.

Nia flops down to the mat, bum first as Ingrid manages to open the scissor enough to drop Nia down.

Ingrid drops down, straddling onto Nia.

Nia tries to fight her off, but Ingrid has a visible size and strength advantage.

Nia tries to roll her to the side, but Ingrid blocks it and gets right back on top.

Ingrid flattens her long body down onto her smaller opponent. Nia twists and scrambles to try and get out from under her.

Nia nearly makes it free, until Ingrid scissors her arm from above. Suddenly Nia finds herself in a cross-body pin.

Ingrid slams Nia’s other arm down to the mat. Both arms are under control. Nia fights, but all she does is wear herself out.

Ingrid’s size and strength are really proving effective thus far, as Nia struggles to try and overcome yet another much larger opponent.

Nia twists her lower body around, until her legs can slide closer to Ingrid. She kicks them up for a scissor attempt.

One of Nia’s legs makes it around Ingrid’s neck. She uses it to yank and pull her down to the side.

Nia hooks the other leg under her calf and suddenly she’s got Ingrid in a side figure-4 headscissor.

Nia reaches to try and complete her grasp at her foot to lock in the hold, but Ingrid latches onto her arm and holds it off.

Nia snaps her legs straight, switching into a reverse headscissor lying on her side.

Ingrid finds her face plugged right into Nia’s large backside.

“MMFFFF!!”, she muffles with disgust.

Ingrid grapples with Nia’s thighs, but finds them quite large and quite strong.

Ingrid digs and digs, but finds it not so easy to unlatch Nia’s thick lower body.

Ingrid tries to huff out some air, but Nia’s glutes bubble smother around her face.

Ingrid switches strategy, kicking her legs out at Nia’s head for her own reverse.

Nia leans back, pushing and dodging Ingrid’s long legs. Ingrid is persistent though and Nia has to make it nearly up to kneeling position to keep her shorter body away from Ingrid’s leggy grasp.

Nia’s frantic defense is enough to distract and loosen the scissor. Ingrid shoves Nia back and manages to push her head out of the hold.

She doesn’t quite make it all the way out and Nia flops back down on top of her to try and re-grip her head.

Ingrid rolls over so that she’s the one on top. From there she’s able to push her weight down on Nia’s thighs and slide the top of her head the rest of the way out.

Ingrid curls her own leg behind Nia’s, looking to scoop her into a reverse figure-4 scissor.

It works, and Ingrid is able to stuff Nia’s face this time. Her powerful legs curl like an anaconda around Nia’s little head.

Now Nia is the one screaming, “MMMFFFF!”

Ingrid reaches back to try and latch the reverse figure-4 closed by grabbing her foot.

She succeeds and Nia’s panic is evident.

Ingrid ramps up the squeezing. She can tell she’s just inches away from finally getting her first win.

Nia’s hands are all over Ingrid’s legs, but in her panic she can find no graps that helps.

“MMMFFF!!”, Nia squeals again.

Ingrid huffs and grunt and tightens her up more.

Ingrid’s legs flex and pulse as she squashes the little woman.

Nia’s screams go up a pitch. Ingrid’s really got her now.

Nia holds a hand up to tap.

Ingrid bites her lip and tries to hold on to the squeeze just a little longer.

Instead of a tap, Ingrid gets a big smack of Nia’s hand into her elbow. The hit breaks her hand away from latching the hold closed.

Nia rolls over and grabs Ingrid’s foot, digging her head free.

Now it’s Nia scooping Ingrid’s head into her own reverse figure-4 squeeze.

“no–mmphhhhh!!”, Ingrid muffles as she voices her displeasure with having her face stuffed into an ass again.

It’s clear Ingrid hates being on the defensive end of dominant holds like this. Evidently she wouldn’t have become a dominatrix if she wasn’t all about being on the offensive end.

But Nia isn’t having it and she’s inches away from grabbing her foot and latching Ingrid’s face closed into her thighs and ass.

Nia succeeds and now it’s Ingrid’s turn to panic.

Ingrid’s panic is just as bad as Nia’s, but she seems far more focused on getting her face away from Nia’s ass. She digs her hands into Nia’s crevice and tries to find space for her face.

She finds none.

“MMMMFFFFFF!!”, she whines, desperate for facial freedom.

“No…. no, I don’t think so”, Nia calmly says as she keeps her hold closed.

Ingrid wiggles and jiggles but Nia’s got her good this time. And in the same hold she’d attempted and failed at.

Nia’s lower body makes Ingrid feel small, literally drowning in her flesh.

Ingrid smacks and grabs everywhere, but has no success.

“MMMFF!!! MMMMMFFFFF!!”, she screams again and again.

Ingrid tries the same escape attempt, but her face is so covered, she can’t see where she’s aiming and can’t quite hit the right part of Nia’s arm.

Nia tightens her up, face swallowed and running out of options.

Ingrid’s hatred of being dominated has her forgetting to try and use her own legs. Close to tapping or napping, she quickly darts a leg out to try and counter her way out.

Nia is quick and blocks it with her hands.

The scissor counter was unsuccessful, but leaves Nia’s hands away from locking the figure-4 closed. Ingrid takes advantage and yanks Nia’s leg back, loosening the hold.

Ingrid rolls them onto their sides and shoves her head out with Nia’s hold loosened from her own distracting scissor counter attempts.

As she escapes, Ingrid keeps hold of Nia’s ankle. Instead of going for a traditional hold, she leans forward to try and reach Nia’s arm.

With one arm and one leg in her grasp, Ingrid presses her feet into Nia’s back.

“Arrrghhh!!”, Nia yelps.

Ingrid leans back again, applying more pressure with her legs.

Nia wants no part of Ingrid’s brutal stretch and uses her free leg to kick at Ingrid’s hand grasp of her ankle.

Her escape works and Ingrid looses her grip of Nia’s leg.

Nia turns and scurries to try and get on top.

Nia gets up first, but Ingrid meets her there and shoves her back down.

Ingrid pins Nia’s arms down, making her way on top.

Nia stops her in her tracks with a quick bodyscissor attempt.

“Ahhhkk!!”, Ingrid howls as Nia puts the squeeze on her waist.

Nia thrusts her hips to the side, sending Ingrid down to the mat.

Nia pops her hips up and down looking to pump a quick submission out of a distressed Ingrid.

Ingrid lies on her side moaning as she feels her body compressed and lifted up and down.

“AHHHHFFFUCK!!”, Ingrid yells.

Nia crushes her again and again and asks, “YA GIVE!?!?”

“NO!!”, a defiant Ingrid shouts back.

She was determined not to crumble this time. Ingrid hadn’t been used to the speed and intensity of a real match but she was starting to understand. She knows she has to push through the pain if she wants a win.

She rolls back up to her knees.

‘This isn’t too far from her opening hold’, Ingrid thinks to herself. She grunts and looks to try and stand up.

Ingrid makes it up and with her height, she has gravity on her side against Nia’s bodyscissor.

She swings Nia around, who hangs on her waist by the bodyscissor.

Ingrid leans in and digs her elbow into the hold, prompting an “ow!” from Nia who feels the hard end of her bone pushing its way in.

Again, Nia finally looses the scissor after Ingrid’s determined escape.

Ingrid drops right down onto Nia again.

Nia SNAPS her bodyscissor right back on her again.

“NO!!”, Ingrid howls in disappointment.

Ingrid had made a mistake with her positioning and now her progress was reset.

“Fuck this SHIT!”, Ingrid begins to get angry.

She stands up again, but this time she’s not looking to escape.

She steps over Nia with the bodyscissor on, turning it into a grab.

Ingrid sits down on Nia’s back and now Nia is the one howling in pain.

Ingrid leans all the way back. Nia tries unhooking her scissor to get her legs out, but Ingrid tucks them under her armpits.

“FUCKING BITCH!!!”, Ingrid shouts as she cranks Nia’s legs back.

Nia had made other women scream in this hold and now she was finding out for herself how bad it feels.

Nia summons all of her leg strength, kicking them straight and sending Ingrid face-first into the mat.

Nia slides out and makes her way to straddle Ingrid’s back.

Nia grabs Ingrid’s arms and pulls her biceps over her knees. Clasping her fingers under Ingrid’s chin, Nia sits back into a camel clutch.

“ERRRGAHHHH!!!”, Ingrid screams. Now she’s the one having her back bent.

Nia bends her toes and elevates her knees as high as they can go, making sure Ingrid’s back contorts as much as possible.

Nia leans her head all the way back, almost upside down as she yanks on Ingrid’s chin.

Ingrid’s body starts to look like the letter ‘U’ as Nia cranks her back.

Ingrid frantically grabs at Nia’s legs and calves, but finds them sturdy and stuck in position under her arms.

“Who’s the bitch!?!?”, Nia asks as she pulls her back further and further.

“ERR-YYYOU!!!”, Ingrid howls.

“FUCKING RIGHT!!”, Nia barks.

Now Nia is bouncing, repeatedly cranking back and forth over and over.

Nia looks like she might literally break the big woman in half with her bouncing backbreaker.

“STOP!!!”, Ingrid whines with a high pitch voice.

Nia doesn’t stop. Her butt presses down into the small of Ingrid’s back as she just keeps yanking and yanking like Ingrid was a human yo-yo.

“YOU GIVE?!?!”, Nia shouts, still ramping back and forth with Ingrid’s chin in her clutches.

“YES!!!”, Ingrid shrieks at the top of her lungs.

“FUCKING RIGHT!!”, Nia says again with satisfaction.

“Knew I could beat these bigger bitches”, Nia mutters as she releases Ingrid who flops down to the mat like an elastic band.

Nia earns her first victory, in a very hard fought match and an impressive win.

It’s another devastating loss for Ingrid, who was desperately searching for a victory against a much smaller opponent. Instead she found herself overwhelmed and crushed into submission.

This was a single round match with no punishment round, but that didn’t stop Nia from leaving her opponent begging for mercy.

“No, please!!”, Ingrid whines as Nia lifts her up by the hair.

Nia holds her musclebound opponent on display for the camera as she takes her pose.

Nia proves to be the more dominant of the two women and it’s never been more clear as she leaves Ingrid begging and pleading for her life.

Nia puts the whole league on notice with a thorough victory.