Unanswered Chokes and Missing Allies

[Weonna]

Marine, still caught in Christina’s clutches, decided to fight back. She balled her fists and started hammering punches into Christina’s stomach and ribs. The blows were solid—Marine’s training in throwing sharp, effective punches was evident—but Christina remained locked in place. Her stance was steady, her body taut, absorbing the strikes without loosening the choke.

Marine’s punches became more frantic as she realized her strikes weren’t having the desired effect. Christina’s positioning made all the difference. In a standing guillotine choke, Christina had complete control over Marine’s posture, forcing her head downward. This positioning robbed Marine of the leverage needed to generate full power in her punches. The strikes that did land lacked the explosiveness to dislodge Christina’s grip.

Meanwhile, the choke itself was doing its job. The pressure Christina applied to Marine’s neck was compressing both the carotid arteries and the trachea, cutting off blood flow to the brain and air to the lungs. Every second Marine spent in the hold brought her closer to unconsciousness, no matter how hard she fought. Her punches grew weaker as the lack of oxygen drained her strength.

Christina’s core, conditioned from years of grappling and BJJ, absorbed the blows. She kept her breathing steady and focused, knowing that any lapse in concentration could allow Marine to escape.

[ScylliasExoter]

Marine struggled mightily. On top of the punches, she would back up and ram Christina's back into the locker again and again. Unfortunately she was not getting out. Hopefully she at least put on an impressive display of resistance. Marine slowed. Then all at once her struggling ceased and she went limp in Christina's grip. Marine slumped against Christina's stomach. The one muscle mommy amazon had knocked out the other.

[Weonna]

Christina, victorious and radiating dominance, repositioned Marine’s limp body. Carefully, she cradled Marine in her arms, holding her close like a teddy bear. The unconscious Frenchwoman’s toned frame was pressed against Christina’s, her head resting on Christina’s shoulder.

Christina smirked, her anger turning into a wicked satisfaction as she glanced down at Marine’s defined arms and legs.

“You might have muscles,”

Christina muttered, her voice low and teasing,

“but muscles don’t mean shit if you don’t know how to use them.”

Her fingers traced the curves of Marine’s biceps, admiring their definition with a sensual curiosity.

“Not bad,”

Christina whispered into Marine’s ear, her tone dripping with mockery.

“You’re strong… but not strong enough to take me down.”

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Marine’s ear as she spoke softly.

“Next time, don’t pick a fight you can’t win. Or better yet… don’t fight me at all. You don’t stand a chance.”

With a final glance at Marine’s slumped figure, Christina let her fall gently to the floor. Standing tall, she adjusted her gear, her face a mix of satisfaction and disdain. She turned toward the exit, her focus returning to the unanswered question of Helen’s disappearance, and left the locker room, leaving Marine unconscious in the aftermath of her own defiance.

[ScylliasExoter]

Marine moaned as she was cradled by Christina. She was out, but clearly having a pleasant sleep in Christina’s arms. It was after Christina set her down that the locker room door opened. In walked Helen. The Greek woman was still in her ring gear, yet covered in dirt and with lipstick kiss marks all over her body. She wordlessly walked over to her locker and began pulling out her bag.

[Weonna]

Helen walked in, still dressed in her ring gear, but her appearance was far from pristine. Her body was smeared with dirt, and lipstick kiss marks were scattered across her skin. Without saying a word, she went straight to her locker, casually pulling out her bag as though nothing unusual had happened.

Christina’s eyes narrowed, her anger reigniting. She crossed the room in a few deliberate steps, her voice cutting through the tension.

"Where the hell have you been? And what the hell happened to you?"

She gestured toward the unconscious Marine sprawled on the floor, then back to Helen.

"I was out there fighting two-on-one, getting cheated left and right, and you were...what? Rolling in the dirt? Making out with someone under the ring?"

Christina folded her arms, glaring at Helen, waiting for an explanation.

[ScylliasExoter]

Helen paused and then gave an exasperated sigh. She dropped her bag and walked up to Christina for a face off. Her face scrunched, clearly deciding how much she wanted to talk right now.
”Watch the damn footage.”
Helen grabbed her bag and attempted to move past Christina.

[Weonna]

Christina wasent going to let Helen go that easy...

As soon as Helen passed her, Christina’s arms shot out, locking her in a tight sleeperhold. Christina yanked her back, keeping the hold firm but controlled.

“Oh no, you don’t,”

Christina growled, her lips close to Helen’s ear.

“You’re not walking away from this. You’re going to talk about it—whether you like it or not.”

She then tightened her grip just enough to make her point.

“No one,”

Christina hissed, her voice cold yet possessive,

“does this to Helen Andronike. Except me.”

The room was silent except for Helen’s ragged breaths and Marine’s soft moans from the floor. Christina leaned closer, her tone softening slightly but still commanding.

“Now spill it. What the hell happened out there?”

[ScylliasExoter]

Helen grunted as Christina locked her in a sleeperhold, and not the first one for the night. Truth be told, she wished Christina would hold her tight, but talking about Rianne’s ambush filled her with shame. Helen resolved to handle it her own way, and she didn’t want to involve Christina. Helen didn’t fight the sleeper hold, but she wasn’t going to say anything.
”No.”

[Weonna]

Christina’s eyes narrowed at Helen’s defiance.

“Fine,”

she muttered coldly, her voice low with frustration.

“Have it your way.”

Without another word, Christina shifted her stance, tightening the sleeper hold with precision. Her arms constricted around Helen’s neck, cutting off blood flow and oxygen, her grip unwavering until Helen passes out.

[ScylliasExoter]

Helen didn’t fight it. She didn’t have the heart to resist tonight. She simply slumped against Christina’s chest and went to sleep. Christina began her usual ritual she and Helen would do upon knocking each other out. But this time would be different. As she snuggled with Helen like a teddy bear, she forgot about Marine. The Frenchwoman came to. She would crawl to Christina’s side before launching her ambush. Grabbing Christina by the hair, she shoved the Filipina’s head into the nearby locker.