What Goes Around

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy was kind of hating life at the moment.

There was the fact that she’d just been hit with a fucking muscle buster, of all things, and onto a bench no less, but as insanely painful as that was, it wasn’t what ground her gears the most. No, the fact that she was in this position at all really wound her up. That Dhalia thought she could come in here, do this, and that everything would just be okay afterward, like there wouldn’t be some real hell to pay. Wendy had only started imagining how she planned to get back at this bitch.

But they'd all have to wait. For the moment, she couldn't fight. She couldn't even move, not really. It was all she could do to hold onto consciousness and wait for Dhalia to move on, and…

…and why was she being rolled over?

It took Wendy a moment to register it, as she lay there with bleary eyes and a weary face, but Dhalia was repositioning her, clearly setting her up for something new. And as she stepped over her body and eclipsed the lights about her, she connected enough dots to figure out why.

”No-”

Yes.

Down she came, covering Wendy’s face with her encompassing ass, engulfing her in totality. With her body still aching, all the Backstage Bully could do was meekly squirm under her, desperately searching for pockets of air and finding absolutely none - that, and managed to raise her hand at Dhalia’s request.

And flip her off. Because of course she did.

[ADarlingDucky]

It was almost comical, the amount of disproportionate force that was being used to subdue a woman who, realistically, was far from a threat ever since that first meeting between her head and the locker. Still, neither Wendy nor Dhalia were laughing, and that would become especially true when Dhalia sat herself down directly on Wendy’s face, burying the southern belle between her cheeks. Apt payback, all things considered. Of course, Dhalia’s ask of Wendy to give her a sign that this lesson has been well learned resulted in the woman underneath her raising up a hand and flipping her off, Dhalia regarding Wendy’s hand with a relatively impassive look. It was expected, but perhaps a bit disappointing regardless.

“Well, if nothing else, it seems you share my sentiments. I look forward to seeing you again darling. Until then…” Dhalia would trail off, though her final statement would come in the form of action. Drawing back a hand, she would form a fist before throwing one heinously powerful punch directly into Wendy’s stomach, slamming her fist into the southerner and driving all air left from her. Unable to get any more underneath Dhalia, the platinum blonde would remain there for a moment to let Wendy truly suffer, before finally standing up, brushing herself off, and without a single extra word, walking off and exiting the locker room.

For a minute or two, the room remained silent. And then, the door swung open again, and the sound of rapid footfalls would fill the space as two figures darted around the corner.

Spoiler

“OI, WHICH CUNT NEEDS A… uh… is this who we’re jumping?”

“No, it’s… it was… ugh. Whatever, you can leave.” Fumi grumbled as she pushed a very confused Kate Conners towards the door, as she rubbed her temple with two fingers, letting out an annoyed sigh. It seemed that Wendy’s backup was finally here, just a few moments too late!