An Offering to the Goddess

[BlackAkuma]

From the sidelines, Theo looked on and watched, knowing that was about all he could do. Willy wasn’t apt to listen to his advice anyway, but more to the point, he was focusing. Trying his best to look past all the style and sex and see all the talent beneath. Neith was strong, stronger than you would guess looking at a woman with a body like that. She might even have him beat in terms of overall power - he wasn’t that big of a man, after all. In good shape, yes, but he’d always relied on his speed and technique.

Those were things he had over Neith. She was athletic, but she didn’t strike him as all that well trained, relying on simple moves and seduction. Judging from the way she reacted to the bearhug, she really didn’t like taking punishment. If he could just start strong, put her in a situation where she was in a hold without an obvious escape, then he could get submission out of her quickly, he was certain. Even the threat of a real injury might be enough.

If not, he would find himself in the same position that Will was in right now.

Metaphorically speaking. He couldn't imagine things going so bad he wound up exactly like this.

It wasn’t a flattering position. Willy was about as threatening as your average pillow, and Neith had essentially turned him into one, keeping him pinned down with ease. A thin sheen of sweat was showing his skin, shimmering in the dull lights of the room, and his struggles had died down to little more than meager twitches, losing the bulk of his power. Easy prey, and they all knew it.

He grunted as she rolled him to his side, keeping him trapped and close, but not exerting her full power - yet. He was in a bad spot, but it was clear that she could make it worse in a single second. The wise thing would be to just give up, spare yourself the pain, and let your partner take over. This was already effectively done, there was nothing to be gained from dragging out the inevitable.

But Willy was a stubborn guy. Really, truly stubborn. That could help him out sometimes, made him the sort of person that stuck with his workout routine until it gave him results, that didn’t quit on the guitar when others would’ve moved on. And then there were scenarios like this. Instead of answering her with words, Willy went for an action - he squirmed about with the last of his failing power, making a mad attempt to get his head free and clear of Neith before the jaws shut tight.

Bold. Stupid. Theo didn’t think it would work, but they were about to find out.

[HotWheels]

"That is a mistake, oh Romeo."

The goddess needed no further confirmation that Willy did not do his best thinking with a beautiful woman around, but his little fit that he threw while stuck snugly between her thighs told her that he truly did not understand the danger. A man of his size had probably never been in any danger with a woman like her...save for one trying to take his money, maybe, and get a good fuck. Things the goddess had once done, and as such, she knew how to respond to his attempts to get free.

She was patient, practiced, seductive as she shifted her legs, ending the straight scissor since his wild flinging did present the threat that he could peel free. Her legs folded into a figure-four, the calf of one leg pushing his face tightly against the little triangle covering her crotch. That would keep him there, and the goddess reached to grab her own foot to make sure that he could do little more besides kiss her crotch from the shared position.

"Why fight? Isn't this exactly where you wanted to be?", she asked, peering into his face all the while and licking her lips. It did feel good to have him there. "Or maybe you wanted to be a bit more wrapped up..." With all the teasing intention of a siren at the top of her game, she reached and stretched a bit to give him a lovely look at her stretched form. Her hand stretched and gave his excited member a quick, soft pop with her palm: plenty to shock him without hurting him. She did so once more, lingering a half-second longer the second time, before she coiled back up and looked at him straight in the face again. "Now, you will tap."

With the only physical warning the flexing of her abs, Neith pulled back on her foot and squeezed him with nearly all of her might within the figure-four.

[BlackAkuma]

Willy couldn't even hear most of what Neith said.

Neith had big, big legs. So large, in fact, that when she wrapped his head up and fell to the side in the straight headscissors, they swelled past his ears and covered up most of them earmuffs, forming a perfect seal of skin that muffled everything she said. He could still make out certain words, though, and piece together a few things just based on the way her lips - those sweet, succulent lips - moved. The word ‘tap’ came through easy enough, and he could piece it together well enough from context clues.

Yeah, no, fuck that.

Willy made one last attempt to get free, figuring that he might have a chance if he was quick enough about it. As strong as her legs were, all he had to do was push his way free before she brought them in, pop his head out, then get on top of her and pin her down. He still had the strength to make that work. He wasn’t done yet.

He thought that, right up until the moment were her legs shifted and her calf came down on the back of his neck, turning the hold into something new, something stronger, some much worse than before. It was like a noose clamping down on his throat - no longer just pressure from two sides, the pressure encircled him, crushing and squeezing and twisting in ways he’d never thought possible. He could feel every muscle beneath her pleasing skin as they bulged out and dug into him, pressing deeper and giving nothing back. He tried to open his mouth for a reflexive gasp when she tapped his dick, only for nothing to come out - not even a wheeze. His airways were totally locked, and darkness was rapidly approaching.

Willy went into a spastic fit for a second, thrashing about wildly, so frantic that his foot struck Lucy in the side and forced her back with a yelp. She didn’t have to worry, though, as his struggles died down in the next moment, quickly withering to nothing. It was only then, just as he was fading, that his mind remembered the only way to avoid it.

Willy tapped out. A weak tap, but a tap all the same.

[HotWheels]

The finest thing about this particular variation on the scissorhold, Neith had found, is that it did not take a great amount of effort to have most of her prey in desperate straights. She often used it as a fallback against clients and occasional opponents she wished to keep in her clutches with the danger that she could have the veins in their heads bugling with nothing but her legs in a millisecond if they fought back. When she bore down on it, however, there was no escape. With a euphoric pleasure, all the way to her own small moan in response to the way his features rubbed up and down wriggled across her crotch while he fought for his life, the goddess watched the wonderful sight of her own legs torturing the poor, handsome lug's vulnerable head. She would so enjoy watching this back later.

She thought that he would continue to fight until he passed out, but there went the hand. That was far better for her...the surrender. In the instant she felt him tapping, she let go of her grip on her own foot and uncoiled until his head rested against her crotch without support. She only knocked out the ones who asked for it, but the goddess was content to look down and tilt her head at the would-be brute she had bested while something between condescending and admiring. The ones who gave in quickly were her favorites, and she rewarded him with a rub of his hair and one more tap between his legs. "Don't feel so bad. You're not even the biggest man to lose to me, and you did far better than most of them."

Ah, winning always put her in such a good mood. Softly and seductively, she pushed his head away with one foot, letting him slide onto the mat beside Lucy. One down, and while she had broken a sweat to keep his wild strength under control, she remained mostly intact aside from a numb ache in her sides. After a quick, sharp glance at Lucy as if to say that is how you handle these boys, the goddess started to whirl back to where she had started the match, fully expecting Theo to take up Willy's spot once she beckoned him closer...but only once she beckoned him closer.

[BlackAkuma]

As Lucy looked on, he had to reflect and realize just how lucky she was to view all of this live. Yeah, sure, it was being taped, and she could and would be rewatching it more than a few times once this was over. But seeing this on the screen would never compare to the experience of having it in real life.

The sound of Neith’s husky, heavy moan.

The smell of growing sweat, hanging thick in the air.

The look on his face, in his eyes, the curling lip, as he tapped out with only moments to spare before he drifted off.

There was a sensation to the experience, one that she was certain would stick with her. She was even of a mind to make some music about it - something soft and sensual, with a heavy undertone. Maybe throw in some Arabian flare, mix it with some ethnic house, something synthetic…

Lucy brought her thoughts back to reality, looking on as Neith showed Willy some mercy. He hadn't gotten knocked out all the way, but he was still a little out of it, as if his brain needed a hard restart. She knew what the experience was like, thanks to nearly drowning in a pool when she was a kid, so she had a good idea what he was going through. The hazy lights, the disorientation, the sensation that a long time had passed when it was only seconds. It could really mess with your head.

He was taking it better than she would’ve expected. And Neith looked in total control of him, using her legs to keep him pacified, pushing him, smiling her way with that absolutely wicked grin. Everything this woman did just oozed sensuality, and Lucy found herself more impressed with each moment. She figured the Egyptian would run circles around Willy, but that sort of dominance was fierce and frightening, the kind of power she couldn't have dreamed of. Of all the women to mess with, the boys had picked the wrong one.

Or the right one, depending on the perspective. Speaking of-

Lucy had almost forgotten about Theo in all of this, but Theo hadn't forgotten about Neith. He came barreling in as soon as Willy rolled off to the side, rushing past her and pouncing on the Egyptian like a wild animal. He slammed into her with his mad crawl, trying to force his way on top and pin her arms to the mat before she had a chance to properly react.

Sneaky. Or smart. Again, perspective.

[HotWheels]

The goddess, casually enjoying her first victory, took her time slipping over to the side, giving Will one more lecherous glance, pulling on her leotard to straighten a couple of stretched parts, and raising a hand to brush down her hair. It was mid-brush, mid-pleasure cruise, atop the world, that she heard the scuffling on the mats. Briefly wondering if Willy had felt some sort of surge of pride and need to defend his dignity, Neith looked over that shoulder, but he remained wiped where she had left him.

An undignified yelp filled the room when she felt another large figure barrel into her, and the goddess crumbled at first onto her side before the rushing figure which she knew to be Theo pushed her the rest of the way onto her back. She skidded lightly across the mat, at first nothing beyond stunned as she gazed at the lights above. But when she felt him climbing atop her, the scorned goddess flew into action. "How dare y- I have not said I am ready!", the furious Egyptian blurted, once more providing a solid display of the ugly side.

She tried to lift her legs, but he was atop them with his weight. One calf was all that hooked against his side, and it was providing her nothing but skin contact. She tried to react with her arms; he had those slammed to the mat before she could even consider smacking him in the ears or trapping him in her chest, the same as his friend. The rest of her body tore into a maddened fight for survival, with her hips ripping right and left and dragging back and forth against his frame, but the goddess achieved nothing but potential mat-burn.

"This is cheating, asshole!", she yelled right into his face, before she peered over her head to look to Lucy for backup. "Tell him!"

[BlackAkuma]

Cheating? No, Theo didn’t think so. Dirty? Yes, he could admit that.

Though, he would argue that suckering a guy in with seduction, only to then nearly scissor him half would also classify as ‘dirty’. Not that he cared much to argue the point. His strategy had been a simple one - surprise her, overwhelm her, then dominate. While he’d only really enacted two parts of that, he would say that he was off to a rousing start. Especially if her enraged response was any indication.

She was strong, though - really strong. When she started bucking about, it took Theo some real effort to keep her pinned down, even with the solid position. The two of them were close to the same height and weight, but they’d clearly trained their bodies for different things. His power was more evenly distributed, leaving him solid overall, giving him a good tone, not overly bulky. Neith’s power was in her legs, and she far outstripped him in that area. Dangerous, but it also meant that he knew what to avoid. As long as he made this about upper body strength, he would be fine.

He glanced Lucy’s way, partly to make sure she was alright after he’d nearly bowled her over and partly to see her response. She seemed just as frazzled as Neith and glared his way with a huff, but that was about all she could do and they both knew it. ”It’s not cheating, your rules didn’t say anything about being ready or not.” She flicked him a quick middle finger. ”It is cheap as fuck, though.”

”Sorry, I didn’t realize we were on the honor system.” He blew some hair out of his face, then turned his attention back to Neith. As much distress as she was in, there was no way she would give up to just this. He needed to keep the pressure on, though, and he had a few good ideas on how to do that.

Staying fluid, Theo threw his legs off Neith and moved to the side. He let go of one arm, but kept his hold on the other tight, using it for leverage to flip her onto the side. With a solid hold, he work the arm behind her back, forced it to bend, and put pressure into a wristlock, taking care not to twist too hard, not looking to injure. Just give her some real pain to deal with.

[HotWheels]

With growls and grunts of effort, the goddess continued to slip her legs out from under his weight and around him to no avail even while she looked to Lucy for an answer. Not cheating? In Neith's all too limited wrestling universe, this amounted to textbook cheating (and generally, anything that led to someone having an advantage over her of any kind would likely equate, too). Even if it the rule had not been established, she still wanted Lucy to agree with her nonetheless, since she had agreed with everything else. She roared in her throat when the little drummer failed her, but the Egyptian mistress did not direct her fury toward their referee.

She shoved her head closer to Theo's so she could yell at him, as if he could not hear her. "So you admit you have no-" A grunt as she tried to lift an arm interrupted her. "-honor! Even horny Willy over there knows how to treat a woman with some chivalry and decency you- What the hell are you doing!?"

Having her insult interrupted might have been a benefit. The second he set the goddess' arm free, the Egyptian swung at him violently, but he was already behind her and forcing her to roll onto the swinging arm. As it got stuck beneath her and the other twisted behind her, Neith broke into a chorus that should make the band surrounding her proud. "Ow ow ow ow OW OW OW!" More hatred and misery filled every frantic chant, and Neith, entirely too far from a technically sound wrestler to even understand what he was attempting, ended up flailing against the arm pinned behind her. But every flail just made it worse, and soon, she was kicking the mat with enough violence to beat an opponent black and blue.

"Let go of my fucking arm, asshole!"

[BlackAkuma]

God, Willy’s neck felt like total shit. Like, he didn’t think anything was broken, it felt like everything was in its rightful place, but every time he tried to rotate his head or look around there would be this sharp pain, the kind that he knew wouldn’t be going away anytime soon. It felt like his neck had been caught in some kind of iron press, and as he languished on the ground and tried to deal with it, he sincerely wished he’d thought to bring along some muscle relaxer. A heat pad. An ice pack. Anything.

He was so distracted by the pain that he was only just now registering what was going on, dragged back to reality by Neith’s sharp screams. He sat up, grimacing all the way, and was greeted by a weird sight: Theo, on top of the same woman that had nearly broken him half, getting the better of her, all while Lucy looked on with some real panic on his face.

Huh. Not sure how to feel about this one.

As much as he didn't want to root for someone who’d just put him through the wringer, it was hard not to feel sorry for Neith like this. Willy knew firsthand how crazy Theo could get with these holds, and if she was already freaking out about something like this, then she was in for a rough time. He kept that wristlock tight, but it could’ve been a lot worse.

The room trembled as Neith’s legs went into overtime, kicking up a frenzy, and Lucy made sure to steer clear of them as she worked her way around. ”Come on, Theo!” She huffed and looked between them, like she was trying to figure out something to do, some way to butt in. ”Ease up, man!”

Theo’s gaze snapped her way with a raised eyebrow, looking her over, before he shook his head and signed. ”Fine.” He gave the hold a quick wrench. ”Fine. I will let go of the arm.”

Being fair, Theo kept his word. He let go of the arm.

And then he reached around, grabbed her chin with both hands, pulled it back as he sat on her hips, and tried to pull her into a classic camel clutch. Probably not what Neith had in mind.

[HotWheels]

Neith's tendency to make herself as heard as possible when trapped in any manner of hold was mostly born of her aversion to any degree of pain. Though the wrist lock presented no risk of breaking her arm, in her self-interested mind, she could think of nothing but the panging in the joints of that arm, and she wanted everyone else in the room to have the most crystal clear understanding of her pain, too. However, over the years, the shrewd goddess had also noticed that people already under her spell tended to have some pity for the beautiful mistress in their midst. They felt some desire to see her pain end. Though she did not consciously act a siren to play to their concerns over the damage inflicted on her sweet curves, this side effect certainly proved advantageous.

And Neith's wailing and flailing produced precisely that effect. While her pain might have consumed her whole world, she could hear Lucy, their fine referee, asking for some mercy. The goddess, having not one clue how to free herself as of yet, latched onto this plea tooth and nail, her wails becoming more feminine, desperate moans and her kicking becoming the scuffing of a struggling damsel. Her little act did not work so well when he wrenched the arm even tighter. "I need my fucking arm!", she barked, as if it would fall off if he pulled on it even once more.

But he did let go. With a noise reminiscent of a woman decompressing after particularly rough sex, the Egyptian sank against the mat and feebly drew her arm back toward the rest of her body. Her respite, however, would prove a short one as she felt his hands tucking close to her chin. The feebleness promptly disappeared, though she did avoid moving the twisted arm. The claws of the other hand emerged for her to scratch and claw at his fingers to pull them away. "Don't you dare do anything to my face!"

As it turned out, he didn't plan to; it was just her back and neck that he wanted to bend. She squealed when his hips crushed her hips at the same time the hands wrenched back on her chin, and the goddess was rendered desperate again in an instant, her hands clawing the mat and her feet once more kicking for their precious little lives as the angle tortured her back.