Danger Room (for steedman)

[Crossedes]

Sha'ree could not figure out why she couldn't get her right leg an inch higher.

Planting on her bare left foot a fifth time, she swung again, catching the dummy in front of her where a human neck would be on an opponent a few inches taller than she was. And seeing that result for the fifth time, she huffed. "What's up, Shay?" And as always, Rayna was quick to notice her huffing.

The three had rented a gym room together so they could train in private, and after doing some sparring to start, the three had decided to split up and wind down with slower workouts for their last couple of hours of booked time. Sha'ree had been working on her striking, but her kicks were coming up flat, lacking the height needed to reach a temple or cheek. She had been a national runner-up in the floor dance solely because of the way she could bend her legs. She had put on muscle and weight to wrestle, surely, but had her flexibility suffered so much? She was annoyed. But she didn't want Rayna fussing over it - she would try to find a way to help fix it, and Shay didn't want her to trouble herself.

So she stepped back from the dummy and waved her hand dismissively at her oldest friend. "Nothing, nothing. Working on something harder, and it's taking me a sec. What about you?" The best way to get Rayna not to worry about her was to get Rayna to talk about Rayna. The blonde was on the other side of the room along with Adel while the two ducked and dove and dived away from each other, practicing their ability to evade strikes. Adel already looked annoyed that Rayna had stopped mid-practice. "I think we're over here killing it." She looked to Adel for confirmation. The bluenette shrugged, but Shay could tell the patented sass was about to pour out.

"If someone we fight is only aiming near us, yes, we will absolutely 'kill it'."

The two bickered for a few seconds about whether they should be hitting each other - with, of course, Rayna being on the side of keeping careful and Adel wanting to make the practice more real to benefit - before Rayna wisely brought it to an end. "You know what - let's go get drinks! We needed a break, anyway."

Shay waved her off again. "You two go on. I'm going to keep working on this."

"Alright! What do you want?" She was already heading for the door. It took Adel another moment to get motivated, but her hands finally fell from her hips to follow.

"Just water."

Rayna's outstretched tongue told her that she thought the choice was bland and boring, but she left the room wordlessly with Adel in tow, leaving Shay to square up with the training dummy again. To take a break from failing her high kicks, she blasted the dummy in the side a few times with various roundhouse kicks, drowning out the sound of the door opening again, too soon for Rayna and Adel to have returned.

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[thesteedman]

The Renaud Sisters...

Stephanie was already an established menace to be gracing the LAW, having terrorized many wrestlers. Of those she had gone after, only Clara Gaster had managed to truly best her when their rivalry came to an end after years of torment at the Apex Event. As disappointing as it was not to claim her prize of Clara herself, the Baroness was stern enough to be able to move on. A year was long, and as per her agreement for the conditions of the match up, Baroness was no longer allowed to torment one of her favourite toys... but a year was only so long... and the Baroness was patient. She walked alongside her younger sister, who towered over her in both height and broadness. Unlike Stephanie, Dominique was still new to the LAW, but already she had become a dangerous force to be reckoned with. Her debut was tarred with defeat only because of her own inability to restrain her lust for punishing her prey. Asp was the target of said desire, and she refused to release her after the poor beauty had screamed her submissions. It was still all very much on her mind, and Naga desired more than anything to corner her again.

"<You have the means to become a threat here in the LAW, but you need to control those... urges of yours.>" The Baroness whispered, speaking in her native tongue in the presence of her sister. She was clad in a strapless blue bikini top, very similar in design to her ring top, leaving her to die for torso mostly exposed. She was barefoot, clad in form fitting gym trousers that hugged her hips, ending just below her knees to leave her shins bare. Naga herself was clad in a similar attire, though her top was black, her well sculpted form equally exposed. Both women walked towards the session room area within the gym. Such facilities were supposed to be prebooked, but the Baroness felt herself above that. Most of the time they were empty, but if any wrestlers were present, she would make sure to vacate them.

Today's ambition was a spar... the Baroness was growing impatient with her sister after she terrorized Asp. Unlike Dominique, Stephanie actually got on well with Asp, finding her to be a rare woman of refinement. Whilst a guest in her mansion, Asp had been brutally attacked by Naga. The younger sister had not been able to contain herself within the presence of the alluring beauty. It was one thing to attack someone within the boundaries of LAW, but outside of it was unacceptable… at least against someone Baroness liked anyway. Despite Naga being physically stronger and taller, Baroness was always confident she could best her sister. It was an uncommon occurrence that her gothic sibling would manage to claim victory in their sessions, but it did happen on occasion when the Baroness was not focused.

“<It is not a weakness to your prowess in combat, but if you desire to claim victory and a name for yourself… you do need to win a few matches.>” The Baroness continued, approaching a door towards one of the session rooms. Turning the door handle, the Baroness would beckon Naga to enter before following. Both would pause instantly, seeing that it was presently occupied.
“Oh… Greetings there little one.” The Baroness spoke with her profound and enthralling French accent. She managed a smile, whilst Naga began to slowly stare.
“<She reminds me of Asp…>” Naga whispered in her own deeper tone. Her eyes began to drink in all the details of the young woman training within the mat room, catching the sight of Sha’ree in all her beauty, wearing little but a two piece training attire that left much of her alluring form on display.

[Crossedes]

Sha'ree swung her leg high again, but once more the top of her foot fell just below her desired height. Alone in the room - or so she thought - she huffed and rubbed her nose. It was obvious that the solution was to drop a couple of pounds of muscle to regain her flexibility. It also was not as if she would need to throw a flat-footed kick at someone's head on a match-by-match basis. But having already considered herself the oddball of the group with Rayna having taken well to wrestling and Adel so competitive that she could reach the pinnacle of any sport, even this tiny glitch in her performance bugged her.

Lost in thought, the voice behind her made her want to jump out of her skin. No literal jump was involved, but she tensed and whirled, ready to berate Rayna for sneaking up on her. Her partner knew she didn't like surprises. But the intimidating sight of two women standing by the door and leering at her shook her far more than any of Rayna's unwelcome surprises. Shay gaped like a deer in the headlights while she looked them over. Tall. Busty. Sculpted like statues of Greek goddesses. Shay was too stunned and anxious to read their faces. She could not think of two women she would work harder to try and avoid in any social circumstance. But many women here were big. One of them had a smile on her face, thankfully.

The one in darker clothing said something in French. Adel spoke French and had tried to teach her, but locked up by her nerves, Shay could only pick up something about a snake. The other one had greeted her. Shay wrung her hands and timidly responded. "Hi. Sorry, I- we- my friends and I only have it for another hour, and then we'll be out of the way. They ran to get some drinks." And why had they not locked the door? Then Shay wouldn't have to be in this situation - that was about as firm as she could get with strangers.

Especially strangers who could have passed for goddesses of death.

[thesteedman]

"An hour you say? That seems a long time to wait. How about we merge our time?" Stephanie whispered, an element of playfulness within her tone when she listened to Sha'ree speak, detecting the nervousness within her tone. The Baroness had shown mercy in the recent months, perhaps a little too much. She was losing her edge, and it was time to sharpen it once more. That, and the silver haired French tyrant could already see the longing look in her sister. She knew what Dominique wanted... she desired to let herself loose upon this unfortunate soul before them.

"As it just so happens, my sister was looking for a sparring partner. I think she would make for an excellent challenge for you. I am certain your friends will not mind." Stephanie whispered, folding her arms as she leaned back against the wall besides the door. Naga's eyes remained upon Sha'ree, slowly slipping out of her training bottoms to reveal thin boyshorts below. Her legs were now bare, most of her marvel of a figure left to the elements as Naga rolled her shoulders, before walking barefoot across the mats towards the much smaller Sha'ree.

She did not wait for a response; Naga did not want a response. She had a lot of pent up energy and desire within her, and Sha'ree was a perfect specimen to release all that tension. Looking her up and down, Naga licked her lips, longing to bend, break and crush this little beauty.
"Best watch out. Naga can be a little rough, even when sparring. You should keep on your toes. I'm sure you can survive an hour... so long as you don't get caught by Dominique." Stephanie would whisper in her alluring French accent, managing a dark smile as she watched the game of cat and mouse. Naga wasted no time, closing the distance, before she tried to lunge towards her smaller foe, looking to try and get her hands upon the scantily clad beauty before her.
"I am Stephanie Renauld by the way.... they call me the Baroness here. This here is Dominuqie as I mentioned. She is my sister. She's new here... just like you." Baroness almost sang out in a low and seductive manner, giggling to herself.

[Crossedes]

Sha'ree could be accused of having too many aggressive alarm bells in her head. She was guarded with anyone, everyone, sometimes without good reason. Having grown up in a sheltered environment, she was not quick to open herself to anyone. She had been working on that flaw. But every single alarm bell was blaring about these two, and Shay's logic was telling her that they were right this time, to the extent that she was wondering what her chances were to leapfrog them and make it to the door.

The one in blue had honey dripping from her words, but Shay didn't think her question about sharing time was meant to be a question or request at all. Yet she was not Shay's primary concern. The one staring silently at her was the one that worried her. She anxiously rubbed her hands on her shorts as she watched the silent one stripping down. Those legs... Shay tried not to stare at them and summoned the strength to explain her way out of this situation. "I... I think we'll just let you have it if you really need it. We already finished with our training plans, and your sister wouldn't... get... much out of sparring with me."

Her words didn't seem to work. Sister - Naga? What a horrifying name... - was still coming. And the other one, Stephanie, called her rough. If she needed a clear clue that neither of them had good intentions, she had it, and she inched herself away from Naga until the woman lunged. Shay barely, barely managed to duck and scoot out the other side to safety, but her nerves almost sent her typically adept feet stumbling. She managed to stay upright, and she looked back at the door. Her feet had never managed to walk any faster in that direction. "It's nice to meet you both, but I'm sorry, I- I'm not really up to any more fighting right now."

Oh... crap. Her bags. Rayna's and Adel's, too. Shay whirled on a heel and stared at them, nervously chewing her lip. She was not the type of person to leave her friends' stuff to get stolen or rummaged through by two odd women. "Oh, let me just get..." She gestured at the bags, and doing her darned best to keep away from Naga, she tried to shuffle far enough to snatch them all up in one arm.

[thesteedman]

The Baroness smiled, half amused as Sha'ree tried to remain friendly whilst within the presence of very clear danger. The smaller yet beautiful woman moved with an impressive deftness, making Naga's lunge look sluggish and clumsy, leaving her slightly off balance. Sha'ree could have countered perfectly and put the heavyweight down in humiliating fashion if she wanted too, but instead she let her fear take control. She was desperate to leave, that much was clear... though it was understandable. She shifted quickly, making her way towards the door. A fine move, but the Baroness had already played this game of chess, and though she stood with her arms folded, a simply strike would put her between Sha'ree and that much desired freedom.

As it would happen, it never even came to that, as Sha'ree realised she and her currently absent friends had left their gear within bags. It was tragic as the Baroness nor Naga had any desire to rummage through the belongings of another... yet poor Sha'ree did not realise that. Their property was never the intended target... Sha'ree herself was. By the time Sha deftly span upon her bare heel to correct her path, Naga had managed to recover her stance. A quick glance and already the towering heavyweight could see Sha'ree's intent, using the immediate knowledge to her full advantage. As Sha'ree rushed towards the bags, Naga would swoop once more, lashing out with a low and powerful arm to try and take Sha'ree's legs out from below her and send her down against the mats... If it proved successful, no doubt Naga's games would begin from there.

The Baroness herself smiled, in half a mind to lock the door and let Naga have her way. She reached for it, but paused, all too aware that Sha'ree had company. Her smile darkened as she retreated her hand. Why should she allow Naga to have all the fun? If Sha'ree's friends did return, it was only courteous that the Baroness should welcome them to this session as well.

[Crossedes]

Whatever hope Shay held that "Naga" would let bygones be bygones and take the hint that Shay didn't care for a spar shrank when the woman made the clear move to block the path to the bags. She moved with no suddenness or aggression, but she definitely intended to cut off the dancer. Shay tried... a different tactic. She had stayed courteous, apologetic, but some people liked to prey on that warmth. She took to moving with a confidence and purpose that didn't match her inner anxiety instead, giving Naga a glance that silently said that she would grab the bags and leave and that was that.

The look didn't work. Shay had never intimidated much of anyone. She watched the towering woman duck again, and Shay didn't expect how aggressive she would be - the woman threw all but her entire body. The dancer practically yipped like a threatened terrier and tried to jump, but she moved much too slowly. Naga caught enough of her shins to send Shay tumbling, landing first on the dangerous woman's shoulder before rolling off onto the mats beside her, hitting her elbow more squarely than she had expected to.

But she ignored its stinging. Feeling Naga behind her and still seeing Stephanie smirking from across the room set her off, and all of her flight instincts got replaced by fight. Rolling onto her back, she threw out both of her feet in Naga's direction in hopes that she could catch her somewhere the blow would hurt and convince her that Shay could defend herself. All the while, she wished Adel and Rayna were making the world's shortest run for drinks. With Rayna's propensity to talk to everyone she met... it didn't seem likely.

[thesteedman]

Naga moved with a motion that made her feel like some unstoppable force. She did not pause to look upon her handy work after she caught Shay with a deadly sweep of a clothesline, but merely powered on. Shay span around, no doubt more disorientated than hurt after the clash, and was quick to lash out, sending a sharp kick towards Naga in an effort to drive her back. It was a commendable effort, but Naga's guard was more than alert enough, and despite her powerful size, she was able to deftly shift her larger form, allowing for that kick to lash out at nought but air. Biting on her lower lip, Naga would catch her ankle before that kick would retreat, before pulling on that leg hard.

The intent was to bring Shay up towards her, frighteningly revealing the strength of the pale Renauld as her other hand was quick to seize Shay by her hip. Drinking in her exquisite form, Naga wanted nothing more than to squeeze the near life from this perfect and alluring catch, but given the energy the little one possessed, it would not be unwise to soften her up a bit first. Hoisting Shay upwards in a dangerous display of strength, Naga had little trouble navigating Shay, looking to drape her back over her own broad shoulders, before powerful arms seized Shay by her chin as the other wrapped around her thighs. With a terrible application of power, Shay felt those arms pull downwards, bending Shay's form into a C like shape over the shoulders of Naga, locking in a gruesome torture rack, one that tested the flexibility of her spine.

The Baroness smiled, feeling a small shiver of delight as she witnessed the alluring form of Naga's capture writhe and struggle. It tested her patience a little, as the Baroness was beginning to feel jealous of the situation before her.
"Did you say that your friends would not be long?" The Baroness questioned with a tone that almost sounded more like a purr of delight.

[Crossedes]

The blow didn't convince anyone in the room of anything because it never happened. The woman looked athletic, but Shay expected someone that much bigger than her to be sluggish. She also considered that assumption to be her best chance to either get out of the room or play keep-away until her friends returned and evened the odds. Cold trepidation had already struck the dancer, climbing up her spine, when Naga managed to shift out of the way of her return kick. It turned into an outright squeal of shock like she had suffered a jump scare in a horror movie when the woman grabbed her by the ankle before she could scramble away to reconsider her plan.

"Let..." She tried to kick out with the other foot before Naga could take advantage of the grip she already had, but the woman reeled her in with such violence it both robbed her of her breath and sent the foot swinging aimlessly to the side. "...me go!" Her words fell on deaf ears, no doubt because of the worry in her green eyes that made the threat fangless. She squirmed, clawed, tried to twirl, tried to do anything to peel herself away from the giant woman, but all she ended up accomplishing was leaving herself panting as the woman hauled her into the air. Shay tried to reach for anything that could stop her.

But she couldn't, and she tensed up everything, expecting to be slammed back down to the mats, giving up on negotiating because she hated how pathetic she sounded. The slam never came, and Shay, nervously teetering, realized what Naga planned for her too late. She tried to grasp the woman by the shoulder and pull herself back down, but before she could, her back lay over Naga's shoulders, a hand had her by the chin, and another one trapped her thigh. Shay squirmed and stared at the other bully in fear before her back was wrenched in the torture rack. "Aaaaaaagh!"

The curvy dancer continued to wail as her spine bent. Shay could claim to be as flexible as any woman in the League, but flexibility didn't protect against a short spine getting wrenched over another woman's shoulders, and she hit her limit by the time she could have reached her own foot with her elbow. Shay pawed desperately to unlatch the hand from her chin and tried to flail with her legs to slip free, but she couldn't make it.

What did she want!? Shay couldn't even get herself together enough to try and ask, so she tapped repeatedly on Naga's nearby shoulder. Maybe she got off on making people submit.

[thesteedman]

The Baroness never did understand Naga's attraction to the torture rack move. For certain, it was a captivating sight, watching as Shay was contorted in a manner in which even her own flexible spine was not designed. Her midriff tensed up, her back folded. The Baroness took in all the delights of the struggle, watching Shay gasp, her toes curling as her hands pawed at Naga's wrist to try and find salvation whilst her own beautiful features were awash with shock and anguish. The manner in which she writhed and contorted under the terrible pressure as her back was curved around Naga's shoulders was a sight the Baroness herself could never tire of. The Baroness was a fan of the move for certain, but more to witness it then to apply it herself.

Naga would not be granted these same sights, her only view being of an awkward angle of Shay's moaning features and perhaps her shins and feet. For certain Naga would no doubt feel the flesh and form of her captive, no doubt listen to her woes and feel her spine crick, but there was little else beyond that. There was no camera's in this room, no way to look back at her art work. Still... Naga seemed to hold a twisted fascination in applying the move, even if it was perhaps just a set up to her favoured and devastating bearhug. What Naga missed out on though was the Baroness' gain. She was half tempted to approach and trace her fingers over the alluring and outstretched midriff of Naga's captive, taking a note of how a slight glisten began to develop upon her most exposed flesh. The sounds from her lips were simply exquisite, as Shay moaned in pain, writhing, tapping in desperation.

Naga did not so much as even acknowledge the open submission. Instead, she began to push more, or rather bend in this case. Naga thrived on her prey begging, and whilst she preferred a verbal plea of desperation, the taps against her shoulder were still not lost on her. The pale powerhouse slowly began to pull further on Shay's chin, bending her to her near limits, pulling on her leg to bring her bare foot to near touch Shay's own head. It was a devastating display, an absolute torture to witness, whilst the Baroness watched with intent and clear captivation. Watching the fear and pain reach Shay's eyes was a sight the Baroness could not ever grow tired of. She licked her lips in a devious and slow purposeful manner, taking a single breath. The temptations were there to steal this victim from her sister... place her within an embrace of her own.

Whilst Naga continued to brutally torture rack her captive, the Baroness imagined wrapping her legs around the waist of Shay. Unlike a torture rack, such a hold allowed her to take in every detail of her own captives. Such was the impossible power of her legs, that none could over power them. It was ectasy to watch her victims pry and writhe, losing rational thought as the Baroness squeezed the near life out of them. Shay would be a perfect specimen to test her power on, taking note of her intoxicating figure, the developing sheen on her alluring flesh.

No... as tempting as it was, the Baroness had denied her sister many times. This was her little project, it was time to let Dominique have her fun. And have her fun she did. She relented her grip slightly, allowing Shay a brief reprieve, before Naga's form tensed up, making her grimace as she pulled Shay's body once more, bending her back, pulling her so that her feet once more touched her head. It was looking hopeless for Shay...