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.

[Weonna]

The pressure came on all at once.

Veronika’s body jolted at first—one last surge of resistance as his legs tightened around her head and neck, compressing down with relentless force. Her fingers dug into his leg again, nails scraping, but there was no strength behind it anymore...

Her movements started to slow.

The sharp, frantic twists of her body dulled into smaller, weaker motions. Her shoulders tensed, then trembled. A strained breath slipped past her lips, uneven…shaky. Her chest rose and fell a little faster, then hitched.

Her eyes—once burning with fury—began to lose focus.

The fight drained out of them first.

Her grip loosened.

Fingers that had been clawing at him moments ago now only rested against his leg, barely holding on. Her legs shifted once more, a faint, half-hearted push against the mat…then nothing.

A soft exhale left her lips.

Her body slackened.

Completely.

Her head rested heavy against his leg now, no resistance left, her neck fully caught in the hold. Her arms fell to her sides, limp and unresponsive, palms open. Even her breathing slowed, settling into a quiet, steady rhythm...

[BlackAkuma]

And that was number two.

Army let her go once again, a little quicker this time, in part because he didn’t want to do lasting damage and in part because he was starting to get the hang of this. He eased Veronika back to the mat, whistling as he went, thoroughly satisfied with how this was going

It wouldn’t be too much longer now before they were all tied up, and Army had some ideas on how to get to #3. Before that point, though, he wanted to take a little break, and for that, he’d need to make sure she didn’t put up too much of a fight.

It only took him a moment to bring over some jump ropes from a nearby bin. He rolled her over to her back, bound her wrists and squeezed them tight, making sure she wouldn’t be able to squirm her way out of them.

With that done, Army sat back, crossed his legs, and waited for her to wake. She’d be pissed, of course, but he couldn't wait to see the look on her face right when she was putting everything together.

[Weonna]

A slow breath pulled into her lungs. Then another before Veronika started to stir.

At first, it was subtle — a faint shift of her shoulders, a slight turn of her head as consciousness crept back in. Her lashes fluttered, eyes half-lidded, unfocused…until clarity snapped back all at once.

Her body tensed.

She tried to move and felt it immediately. Her wrists have been bound!

For a split second, she froze, processing it…then her expression darkened.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Her voice came out low, edged with irritation, but there was something else beneath it — something sharper. Her arms pulled instinctively, testing the restraints, muscles flexing as she twisted her wrists, but the rope held firm. The slight strain in her shoulders drew a quiet exhale from her lips as she settled back against the mat, chest rising a bit heavier now.

Her eyes slid toward him. And there it was...the look of pure, burning anger.

“…You tie me up?”

she muttered, her tone dipping into something almost incredulous, though her lips curled faintly at the edges.

“This is your big plan, hm?”

She shifted again, arching slightly as she tried another angle, testing the give — or lack of it. The movement only made the restraint more obvious, more restrictive, and it drew a sharper breath through her nose.

Her gaze locked onto him, unwavering.

“You’re enjoying this far too much…”

she added, voice quieter now, but heavier — deliberate.

[BlackAkuma]

Army sat and watched and waited for Veronika to come back to life, patiently looking on as she stirred. Funnily enough, she was pretty, well…pretty when she slept. She wasn’t an unattractive woman at any point, he could admit as much, but there was something undeniably soothing about watching her slumber. The ay she laid there with her brown hair splayed about, and that slender form. Such a smooth, glowing face…

Eh, he was being creepy. For better or worse, it didn’t last long, and she came back to reality soon enough, with more than a few things to say.

”Never really had a ‘big plan’. I’m not a ‘big plan’ sort of guy, might’ve noticed.” He rubbed his neck, getting a few cricks out of it. Felt a bit stiff. ”Not like you’re any different. What was your ‘big plan’ when you knocked me out all those times? Didn’t think I’d just live and let live about that, did you?”

Army moved over, grabbed her by the shoulder, and forced Veronika on her back as he crouched over her, looking straight into those big, gleaming eyes of hers.

”One more knockout, and I’ll bail. Before I go, though…” She reached down and thwipped her nose. ”Rematch. How do you want it?”

[Weonna]

Veronika’s glare didn’t waver for a second.
Her lips curled in pure irritation as she gave a short, sharp tug against the ropes—more out of principle than effort—before locking eyes with him again.

“Piss off.”

A brief pause… then, colder—

“Baszd meg.”

[BlackAkuma]

Army, to absolutely no one’s surprise, didn’t speak a word of Hungarian. He assumed it was Hungarian, anyway, based on what he’d dug about Veronika after their last encounter. That being said, while he didn’t know the exact translation, he could tell enough by the tone to make a good guess. ‘Fuck you’ sounded about the same in every language. Her eyes - again, pretty - told that story well enough, too.

”Right, you need a little time to think it over, got it.” He gave her a little poke on the nose. “Until then, though…”

He reached down, grabbed her by the shoulders, hauled her up, and dragged her over to the corner. Once there, he leaned up against the corner and got comfortable. ”Now, I could hit you with the same DDT you knocked me out with, but I never used that move before, and I don’t want to risk breaking something that’ll stay broke. But I do remember what you did just before that, so…”

Army pulled Veronika’s head between his legs, crossed them into the figure-four position, and began to apply pressure, great pressure, as he attempted to knock her one, final time.