Some Debts Aren’t Paid in the Ring

[Weonna]

Veronika’s eyes flew open in shock as the position shifted, her breath hitching as she found herself pinned beneath him, vision blocked, balance thrown completely off. A frustrated, muffled sound escaped her as she twisted beneath him, hands pushing at his legs, trying desperately to create space!

Her body tensed with effort as she bucked her hips, attempting to throw him off balance. One hand slid to his thigh, the other braced against the mat, trying to angle herself sideways to break the pin.

A low, irritated growl vibrated up from her chest as she turned her head, trying to get air and leverage at the same time. Even without seeing her face, the message was obvious in the way her body moved.

The Black Widow was furious.

Her legs drew up, feet planting hard against the mat as she prepared to bridge explosively, trying to roll her weight and send him spilling off to the side in one sudden burst.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, fuck, Veronika was pissed

Yeah, she’d been pissed since he started this, sure, but the noise that came from below now spoke of something way above the typical level. He felt that growl echoing through his body, a noise of sheer, unmitigated, seething fury, one that spoke of all the horrible things she would do to him if she got free.

Veronika made a good try for it, thrashing about like a madwoman beneath him. She might’ve been smaller than him by a fair amount, but she had some good, explosive power packed in that thin body, and when she bucked up hard, there wasn’t much he could do to stay on. He rolled away.

If she thought that was the end of it, though, he’d happily prove her wrong.

Army’s legs shoot out, wrapped around Veronika’s head, and tried to pull her into a tight sidescissors, clamping down with all the power his legs could muster. He might not have had her finesse and skill, but power? Oh, he could do that.

[Weonna]

Army’s legs locked tight and this time, there was no slipping out.

The squeeze cinched in deep against Veronika’s jaw and temple, forcing her head sideways and pinning her shoulders awkwardly against the mat. The power difference showed immediately.

Her hands flew to his thigh again, fingers digging in hard, but there was no gap to exploit. His calves flexed, muscles bulging as he tightened the scissor another notch, compressing her skull between them. A sharp gasp tore from her lips as her vision flickered for just a second.

She tried to roll — couldn’t. Tried to sit up — couldn’t. Tried to wedge her forearm in — no space.

The pressure forced her cheek against his leg, jaw grinding uncomfortably as her breathing grew heavier. Her movements lost their smooth calculation and turned strained. Shoulders flexed. Core tightened. Legs kicked once against the canvas in frustration.

But she wasn’t going anywhere.

Her fingers clawed at his shin now, less strategic, more desperate, trying to relieve even an inch of pressure. The more she fought, the tighter he cinched it, his hips lifting slightly to add torque.

Her teeth ground together. A low, frustrated growl vibrated in her throat as the realization settled in...She was completely stuck!

[BlackAkuma]

Army had to admit, he was starting to see the appeal of this sort of thing. He’d never been the sort of guy to play around with his opponents, not sadistic, but with someone who deserved it, who really and truly had it coming, it was actually kind of fun.

The comedy just wrote itself. Veronika was thrashing about like a fish on a hook, desperate, looking for even the smallest avenue of release. She turned this way…nope. Tried another avenue…nope. Tossing and turning and tossing, bridging and squirming, flailing about, all with this extremely annoyed, pissed off look on her face, as far from the cool, collected customer that he was used to as he could possibly imagine.

It was honestly kind of sad, and he would’ve felt bad for her. If, you know, not for the whole thing with her having a knockout party with him. Speaking of…

”Okay, not a big fan of the clawing.” He gritted his teeth as she started scratching at her legs, leaving some small marks, way more than he wanted to deal with. It was time to shut this down.

Army extended his legs and put all the pressure he could into her neck, straining to try and choke her out quickly and knock out whatever fight she had left.