Taking on the Spectre

[CaptainL]

For Luke, it didn't matter that Spectre had brought backup. It didn't even matter that she had established herself as one of the most feared and ferocious women in LAW, with an unprecedented and unimaginable amount of resources at her disposal and the cold cruelty to put all those resources to work for whatever wicked purposes she wanted. Right now, Spectre had his wife, and anything between him and the ring was just an obstacle that needed to be taken out along the way. Spectre didn't realize what it was she was messing with. Luke figured he could easily take on as many people as he needed to - and as he bowled through the crowd like it was nothing, it seemed like he was living up to his promises to himself.

Spectre, however, was undeterred. If Luke had raw size and strength on his side, then Spectre made up for that in mercilessness and deceit. She still had Flora within her grasp, and as long as Flora was there, she had leverage. Suddenly, the blue-haired girl felt Spectre's boot come down against her spine; her face contorted from the pain, and she let out a scream as her heel dug into her back, causing a few fans to gasp. When Spectre twisted her arm behind her back, as she was forced back up, she cried out again, doubling over forward. She might have thought that her righteous indignation alone was enough to let her stand up to Spectre, but when push came to shove and they were face to face, she realized things wouldn't be that simple.

Now, she was here in Spectre's grasp, the masked redhead twisting her arm behind her back hard. For a moment, her eyes watered and she winced against the pain. But when she looked back to see Spectre was looming just behind her, that made something drop in the pit of her stomach. A wave of icy cold washed over her body. Somehow, the threat of what Spectre could do to her loomed so much taller than anything Spectre was currently doing to her. In the face of that, all the determination that had fueled her a moment ago had suddenly been snuffed out.

Whatever it was, though, it wouldn't stop Luke. Now he was in range of the ring, and he grabbed the ropes, pulling up on them to haul himself into the ring. For him, it didn't matter that he was staring down the infamous Spectre. All that mattered was that he was staring down a woman who had made a grave mistake. His muscles tensed, and his eyes narrowed into a piercing glare. When he saw his wife shudder from the pain, his teeth clenched. But he couldn't let anything stop her. Not now.

"Put her down."

[Monsy]

“PuT hEr DoWn.” Spectre mocked, “mY wiFE, mY souL, my eeeeeverything.”

She reached over and snatched Flora by the chin, jerking her head up just for fun. The hammerlock to Flora’s back was twisted. A slow, methodical application like the motorcycle she used to ride. “She’s about to have her life changed. She wants to be front and centre, doesn’t she?”

Then she grinned, turning head to Flora. “Where do you think my machine should bruise first? You know what I do to your types, right? I take them, from anywhere, even their own homes, then lay them on a clean table. Chain them up. Sometimes both. Then, we show the world what a broken soul looks like, with a little help from me.” She grabbed Flora’s neck, squeezing it. “Maybe we can asphyxiate while she’s there. This neck is high value for some total freaks. We can cut the shot just over the lips, see her gasp. Higher the heart-rate, the more she’s choked. When you’re almost out— You get it.”

She leaned her head against Flora’s collar, then traced her hand down Flora’s thin body, pressing up against. Belly to back. She twisted the hammerlock just a bit more. Now her attention was back on Luke. A finger glossed over the belly, going around the naval in slow deliberate circles. "Help me out Luke. How do you want me to beat your wife again?”

[CaptainL]

Luke had made his point. He had taken out Spectre's henchmen, clearing the way forward to narrow in on the mastermind behind it all. Now he was staring Spectre down. His shadow fell over her - given the discrepancies in size between the two, it was plain to see that he could've crushed her here and now if he wanted to with ease. And yet, in spite of it all, Spectre wasn't the least bit intimidated. She barely even seemed to notice - her composure didn't break, and neither did her smug, self-assured attitude, as she twisted Flora's arm harder. In fact, she was mocking him, and his righteous fury. Luke's jaw dropped open in a gasp, and yet he couldn't even find it in him to voice the words behind his anger.

The blue-haired model whimpered as the pressure bore down harder against her back, causing her to sink lower with a shudder. When Spectre threw her arm around her throat and pulled back, pinching her airways, she let out a raspy, breathless gag, and her whole body spasmed. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end at the thought that she was in Spectre's clutches, and at her mercy. The redhead could do whatever she wanted to her, and anything seemed on the table. That alone was a terrifying thought. But for Luke, it was even worse. He had to see all of this unfold, and all the while, Spectre was mocking him for even wanting to be involved. Her confidence more than made up for her smaller size. His eyelid twitched as the tension in his body rose. For a moment, that confidence was enough to even quell his own. How, he thought, could he stand up to someone like this?

When Spectre made threats about everything she could do to Flora, that was a step too far. Luke clenched his teeth, and the bile rose in his throat. He wouldn't listen to this any longer! "That's enough-!" he cried, moving to snatch his wife back from Spectre's clutches. In any other circumstance he might think twice about baiting her ire, but not now. This was something he couldn't ignore. If Spectre wanted a fight right here and now, he wouldn't hesitate to give her one!