Do Unto Others (For Darius 2.0)

[BlackAkuma]

‘Wait’. ‘Please’. Words couldn't express how much Wendy had loved hearing that come out of Nha’s pretty little mouth. The great thing about all of this was that her victim had managed to keep some semblance of wits about her through the whole thing. A lot of times, the girls would just break down into a blubbering mess while she messed them, so distraught that you couldn't really make heads or tails of what they were saying. They were still fun to beat up, sure, but she tended to end those ones quicker. Less to play around with. Less to enjoy.

But Nha? She talked. She threatened. She had that defiance to break down. It made it all so much sweeter now, when she was facing the end. All the toughness faded away, all the fight was gone, and you were just left with this meek, pleading, crying thing. A toy, all for Wendy’s amusement.

What more could you ask from life? Really?

The pleadings were ignored, and in went Nha, deep into her chest. Wendy could’ve ended this with a facesit, and the temptation was strong, but truth told, she’d always preferred putting people to sleep between her tits. Easier to hold them there, for one thing, and while everyone and their mother could and would pull off a facesit these days, a proper breastsmother was something only a woman with her particular assets could pull off just right. Drawing them in deep, giving them this warm, welcoming sensation, something that would’ve been right up their alley if they hadn't caught a beatdown. It always seemed so easy to escape, but then you tried to turn your head only to find flesh waiting for you. Nowhere to go. Nothing to breathe.

The screams turned to moans turned to whimpers, and the vibrations rocked through her chest. Wendy closed her eyes and threw her head back as she chewed her lips, and she even ground her hips against Nha’s, slowly rubbing one out. Seventh heaven. Cloud nine. Could’ve stayed here all day.

And then it all went straight to hell.

Wendy heard the crash before she felt the pain, with the familiar sound of metal-on-body ringing in her ears. It took a split second for the impact to register on her body, but when it did, it came down like an avalanche, traveling up her spine in an explosion of agony. She cried out, her back arched, and she fell off and to the side of the bench with her face shriveled and teeth clenched. She managed to force one of her eyes open long enough to see the cause of her pain: a royally pissed off Sha. Armed with a steel chair.

”Ah, fuck!” As much pain as she was in, the promise of far more to come was a good motivator. She rolled to her chest and made a mad crawl towards the dumbbell set, hoping against that hope she could grab one and maybe use it to defend herself. A long shot, but one she was more than willing to try at this point.

[Darius 2.0]

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While Nha had been getting the tar beaten out of her by Wendy, Sha had been dealing with the woman's manipulations in a different way. A sudden search of her bag by LAW security had revealed a stash of performance enhancing drugs that certainly did not belong to her. Sha explained that much to security, taking exception to the fact that they believed she needed performance enhancing drugs at all, but she was always confronted with the question of how they got in her bag in the first place. Unable to come up with a satisfactory answer, Sha spent the last twenty minutes arguing with security, Beverly testing the Egyptian's patience. It was taking so long that she had to phone her sister a second time to explain her continued delay in meeting up.

It was when Nha didn't answer the call that Sha began to suspect something was wrong here. Even if Nha was currently torturing the eager rookie they had agreed to spar with, her twin would never miss the opportunity to brag to her about her exploits. The unanswered call combined with the sudden appearance of drugs in her bag started to set off alarm bells in Sha's head, and she started to fear that something was happening to her sister. She made to leave, and the security team made the mistake of trying to stop her. Once she had knocked them all out, she rushed to the gym fast as she could, hoping that she was just being paranoid.

As it turned out, her suspicions were right on the money. Upon entering the gym, Sha headed straight for the area where the practice rings were, and there she saw a shocking scene before her. Her sister Nha was being crushed under the weight of a larger, white-haired woman, who was currently singer massive breasts to smother the life out of her! The sight ofher sister suffering made SHa's vision go red as a fury overtook her, and the first thing she did was grab the nearest steel chair, march over to the two of them, and crack the thing over the back of Nha's attacker!

Nha took in a huge intake of breath as soon as Wendy collapsed off of her before she started a coughing fit, having been mere seconds away from falling unconscious between the woman's breasts. She would collapse against the bench moaning in a daze, utterly exhausted.

Sha, meanwhile, would toss away the chair she had just used, much more preferring to tear Wendy apart with her bare hands. As the heavyweight tried crawling away, likely to retrieve a weapon to use against the Egyptian. Sha would march up from behind and attempt to wrap her arms around Wendy's waist just before she could grab a dumbbell. Then, with a grunt of effort, she would attempt to throw the larger woman backwards, tossing her head over heels to slam her into the matted floor of the gym with a hard German Suplex!

[BlackAkuma]

As Wendy made her mad crawl for salvation, she took half a second to look over her shoulder, and what she saw didn’t bode well. Sha was pissed off - yeah, she kind of figured that one out from the first second. But there was a difference between knowing it and seeing the look of unmitigated rage, coming from a face identical to the one that she’d just been battering around the gym for the past half-hour or so. On top of that, Wendy had a full appreciation for just how big this woman was - her form was hulking, so much so that she might’ve forgotten that she and smaller, smoldering Nha were supposed to be twins.

Rippling with muscle, hulking, seething. Wendy might’ve been able to hold her own against this woman if she hadn't just taken a chair to the back, but now? She was fucked. Utterly, completely, irrevocably fucked. But if she could only get the barbell before she was whacked with the chair again, then maybe she would still have a chance here. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

”Ah, shit-” She was only inches away from it when she felt strong, sinuous arms wrap around her stomach. They squeezed tight, crushing her abs, but that was the least of her problems. She was being lifted, deadlift clear off the ground in an amazing display of sheer power, arms swinging and legs kicking all the way. ”Put me down, put me down-”

To Sha’s credit, she granted the request, just in the most painful way possible, as she came down on the gym’s bare floor, with her shoulders, neck, and the back of her head taking all the impact. Wendy cried out and rolled away from the impact zone. Her hands reached back to soothe the aching area, as her legs instinctively pushed her away from the enraged Egyptian.

”Wait!” Wendy groaned and hissed through her teeth, as she tried to force some rational thought through the growing haze of pain, grasping for the right combination of words to unfuck this situation. ”It’s not…ugh, it’s not what it looks like, just hold up a sec! Stop!”

[Darius 2.0]

There were not many things that could make Sha truly angry. The woman was as stoic as they come, brushing off insults and annoyances with the same stone-faced demeanor she always had. There was really only one thing that was guaranteed to set Sha off, and that was when anyone tried to hurt her sister. The muscular Egyptian had always been Nha's protector ever since they were small children, so when she walked in on her being abused by Wendy it lit a fire within Sha, and now the twin only saw red.

Having tossed aside the steel chair, Sha resorted back her bare hands to grab Wendy around the waist and fling her backwards with a mighty German suplex. The ease at which Sha threw the bigger, heavier woman was a sight to behold, and the impact she made with her even more so. Unfortunately, the only other person in the gym to witness it was Nha, and she was still recovering where she had been laid out on the bench.

After delivering the suplex, Sha would roll herself back onto her feet, where once upright she would glare down at Wendy as she tried to plea for a moment to explain herself. Unfortunately for her, Sha was not in a listening mood, and she doubted the white-haired woman could say anything to dissuade Sha from what she had already figured out. It was all too clear now that the drugs found in her bag had been Wendy's doing, all so she could get Nha alone. The very thought further fueled Sha's rage, leading to her to completely ignore Wendy so she could attempt to grab her again.

Reaching down for the wailing woman, Sha would attempt to grab both of her legs so she could tuck them both under her arms. Once she did that, she would start to turn with Wendy, spinning her around by her legs, building up speed. Around and around Sha would go, faster and faster until Wendy's body would actually begin to leave the floor, capturing her in a giant swing! Sha would keep spinning Wendy in a circle by her legs until she was sure the bully was nice and dizzy. Then, once the momentum was at its peak, she would lease her grip on Wendy's legs to send her catapulting away, aiming her course directly into a stacked up pile of aerobics step platforms!

[BlackAkuma]

Talking was always a big part of Wendy’s game, ever since she started living the bully life. Yes, she could just outmuscle and dominate 95% of the women she came across with sheer brute force, but in her experience, that sort of thing could get real old, real fast. Violence was great, but it was best when you added some spice to it, when you tricked them, when you talked them up into whatever little way you wanted then broke them down when they least expected. Like a cat batting around a mouse before she had her meal.

Having a slick tongue also helped with the cleanup, when she needed to talk her way out of big trouble and explain things. It worked far more often than it didn’t, but there was one little problem with having a silver tongue: It wasn’t much good if the other person wasn’t listening to you.

Sha was not listening.

As the Egyptian advanced, it was becoming more and more apparent that the only thing she wanted to hear from Wendy were screams, and the only question was how she’d be getting them. That question was answered quick, too, as the woman grabbed her legs and tucked them tight - at first,Wendy thought she was about to get a stomp between the legs, totally on brand from what she knew about the Ancestors of Isis. Instead, she got something a little more creative…and destructive.

”What’re you-” Around she went.

”Hey!” And around.

”Christ’s sakes-” And around.

Sha spun her about, gaining momentum with each rotation and churning up Wendy’s stomaching, turning the world around her into a spinning haze of lights of flickers as she lost all equilibrium and the dizziness won out. All she could do was hang on, arms flapping about, until the ride came to its predictable end and she was sent flying away, crashing into a set of exercise equipment.

Jumpropes, stretcher bars, those little wheels with the handles that no one actually knows how to use, they were all sent flying from the collision, and Wendy found herself lying in the middle of it, staring up at the ceiling. She fumbled around with weak hands and made an attempt to sit up, but both efforts failed - nothing of use was in arms reach, and her body failed her halfway through the effort, leaving her to flop back down.

[Darius 2.0]

Utilizing her great strength and blind rage, Sha once again made her heavyweight foe look like a rag doll in grip. Spinning round and around while holding Wendy by her legs, the muscular Egyptian made use of the giant swing move to disorient and weaken the larger woman, and once she had achieved terminal velocity she would launch Wendy away. SHe would send the woman crashing into a stacked up pile of exercise equipment, sending all of it flying away and leaving Wendy barely moving amongst the wreckage.

Sha took a brief moment to steady herself after tossing Wendy, the effects of spinning around in circles having a debilitating effect on both women. However, Sha would shake off her dizziness much faster, and soon she was narrowing her eyes upon where she had tossed her enemy. Briefly, she glanced over at Nha to see how she fared. Her sister still lay on the bench, panting heavily after clearly having been through a lot. The sight of her vulnerable twin only served to enrage Sha, causing the normally stoic Egyptian to snarl before stomping her way over to Wendy.

With the heavyweight downed by her unceasing attacks, Sha would keep the momentum going by reaching down to grab hold of her again. This time the red twin would drag the dazed heavyweight to her feet, only she wouldn't stop there. With a grunt, Sha would aim to lift Wendy off the ground entirely, picking her up in her arms to suspend her in the air.

Once she had achieved that, Sha would abruptly drop herself to one knee with the aim to slam Wendy spine-first across it, looking to deliver a devastating backbreaker to the woman who would dare come after her sister!

[BlackAkuma]

The bottom of the sea.

In a hurricane.

In the middle of a buffalo stampede.

There were so, so many places Wendy would rather be right now.

To say that this had gone off the rails would be a monumental understatement. Wendy had lost any and all control of the situation, with Sha - or was it Nha? Fuck, it was hard to keep their names straight right now. One of them was beating her around with impunity, and she had absolutely no answer for it. She was a messing, laying in a pile of wreckage, starting to look almost as bad as her victim. As such, she could only think of one course of action.

Flee.

Wendy rolled over and began to crawl, making a vain attempt at escape, dragging herself toward the exit in the scant hope that, maybe, she could get security’s attention, or elicit help from some wrestler who didn’t know anybody. Fuck, she’d talk help from the janitor at this point. Before she could get too far, though, she heard heavy footsteps trailing after her, rough arms seizing her, lifting her up, way up. ”No, no, don’t-“

Wendy was dropped hard across the red one’s knee, bent over, forcing a flexibility out of her that she certainly didn’t have. She screamed at first, a blood curdling nose, before her cries devolved into a stream of garbled curses, while she weakly pushed at her torturer’s face. ”You…you stupid cunt! You and your stupid bitch sister…get off!”

[Darius 2.0]

If Sha found the the bigger Wendy to be heavy, she certainly didn't show it when she plucked her off of the ground like she was a sack of potatoes. Of course, she didn't have to hold her aloft for very long, and only when she had lifted her up as high as she could would she drop Wendy back-first into her knee in order to achieve the maximum amount of inflicted pain. The blood curdling scream that emerged from the larger woman's lips told her she had achieved just that. From the way Wendy's spine contorted around the shape of Sha's knee, it was a wonder that the red twin didn't break her in two.

After doing the backbreaking deed, Sha now had her enemy draped across her upturned knee in the most uncomfortable of positions. Wendy looked like a sacrifice upon an altar the way she hung off of Sha's limb, and the red twin looked all too ready to complete the ritual, such was the fury that remained in her eyes. Clearly, folding Wendy over her knee like a lawn chair wasn't enough for her. As she glared down at the white-haired giant, her victim would weakly push at her face, which Sha would swat away with a mild snarl. It was only after that she would clasp her hands together and raise them above her head, before she would swing them down into Wendy's completely exposed stomach for a powerful hammer blow!

The hit would crush Wendy's midsection between Sha's fists and the upturned knee she currently lay across for a devastating experience. All the more devastating since SHa would do the same thing four more times! The muscular Egyptian would raise her clasped and hammer them into Wendy's stomach over and over again, tenderizing her foe in brutal fashion. It was only after the fifth blow that Sha would abruptly roll Wendy off of her knee, leaving her to collapse back to the gym floor in an ungainly heap. Glaring hatefully down at the heavyweight, Sha would stand to her full height again, and closed in to continue her vicious onslaught....

"WAIT!"

Sha was suddenly stopped in her tracks from the loud shout. She turned and saw that her sister was now standing on her own two feet, something she couldn't manage only moments ago. From the looks of it, she could barely manage it now. Sweaty, disheveled, and wobbly on her feet, her blue-clad twin looked an absolute mess, which only further feed into Sha's rage. However, she stopped herself when Nha had shouted, giving her an inquisitive look when she did.

The blue twin was panting as she stood there, and gave her twin a weak but malicious smile. "Save some for me...."

[BlackAkuma]

Forget plans. Forget last-minute saves. Forget trying to salvage something out of this. Wendy had to pretty much accept that her earlier ambitious idea was out the window now, that she stood no chance of getting the upper hand here. While she might have been able to match Sha if she’d been at her best and prepared, that wasn’t the scenario, and she stood no chance as things were. For the moment, she had one, simple objective: Survive.

On that front, it wasn’t going so well. Wendy was familiar with the backbreaker, she’d used it to fold dozens of smartass bitches in half, but she’d never been on the receiving end before. Now that she was, she had to say, she didn’t much care for it, with her spine bent at an angle that God never intended for it to go. She found herself staring at the lights, gasping, blinking, blindly feeling out, and spat sputtering words. ”Get…get off-”

She cared even less for what happened next, as Sha began to landed hammering blows into her stomach, drilling her with blow after blow, as if she were trying to drive a nail straight through. Wendy’s big body bounced up with each one, gasping as the air was forced clean out of her. She would suck back in, only for it to be knocked out once more, and she was a coughing, wheezing mess by the end of it. She hit the floor and rolled over to her stomach, fighting the urge to crawl into the fetal position as she clutched her battered midsection.

A bad situation. One that was about to get so much worse.

”Ah, fuck…” She muttered into the floor as she saw Nha approach her, and turned over to her side, trying to scoot away from the oncoming Egyptian. ”Now, just…just wait a sec.” She choked out, looking between the two sisters. ”Okay, ya got me good, there. We’re even now, let’s just talk this out, right?” She held her hands out, a silent plea. ”No hard feelings, I’m a big fan of y’all.”

[Darius 2.0]

While Sha had been delivering divine retribution down on Wendy, Nha had taken the much needed opportunity to catch her breath upon the bench she had nearly been smothered out on. Having been slammed, slapped, groped, smothered and squeezed within the last twenty or so minutes had taken their toll on the blue-clad Egyptian. In the background, she heard the pained screams of her tormentor, accompanied by several loud crashes, and she knew right away that Sha had finally come. Rather than become the victim of Wendy's intended ambush, her red-clad counterpart had gotten the drop on the heavyweight instead.

It would be some time before Nha would attempt to stand up, but by then she had regained quite a few of her senses. You couldn't become a professional fighter without being able to take a few hits after all. Still, she was wobbly on her feet and clutching her head by the time Sha nearly broke Wendy over her knee. It was likely her sister would have done worse to Wendy had Nha not called out to stop her. Not out of some act of mercy, of course, but from the grim desire to get back at her tormentor herself, and wanting there to be something left of her by the time she did.

When Sha saw her twin on her feet again, she was very relieved, not knowing how much damage to her had been done in her absence. Seeing that Nha was ready to inflict some much needed revenge on Wendy caused the red twin to smirk, nd she would gladly step aside for Nha to hobble her way up to the downed heavyweight. Nha would listen as Wendy, now seeing the deck stacked against her, made a final, desperate plea for peace. Seeing the worry cross the white-haired woman's face brought a grim sort of pleasure to Nha, making a small smile appear upon her lips.

"Do you remember what I promised you?" Nha would whisper as she approached. "How I'd tie you into so many knots that you wouldn't be able to walk straight....?"

It was then Nha would pounce on Wendy like a lioness, and in the span of a few seconds wrap herself around the bigger woman! Nha's long, caramel legs would tighten around Wendy's neck in a front-facing figure four headscissors, choking the bitch between her powerful thighs. That would have been painful enough, but Nha would up the ante by reaching forward for Wendy's legs before pulling back on them, trapping her enemy in a devastating headscissor/boston crab submission hold!

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