An Offering to the Goddess

[BlackAkuma]

Damn it, this had all been going so well. Why did Theo have to ruin it all by being competent?

If anything, Lucy was kicking herself for not warning Neith properly early on. She’d sat in on Willy and Theo’s training sessions enough to know how they went and what her friends could do. The big lug tended to dominate things at the start, coming out hard and fast and bowling over his smaller partner, right up until he made certain fatal mistakes. He’d linger too long in one stance, or reach out when he shouldn’t have, or just gloat at a bad moment, and that was all the opening Theo would need to tie him into knots.

Now, that fate had fallen on Neith. Though, Lucy had to say, she was taking it with a little less dignity than Willy did, most of the time.

Theo had gone from one move to another, this one looking a lot more pro-wrestlery than the last. She was fairly sure it was supposed to be a camel clutch, though she couldn't imagine why it was called that for the life of her. It definitely looked painful, though, if the way Neith screamed bloody murder was anything to go by.

If Theo was swayed by it didn't show on his face, as he kept wrenching it back, further and further, pushing her to the limits. Rules or not, Lucy couldn't resist coming over to his side, making sure he saw the disapproval on her face. ”Dude, seriously, ease up on her. Her livelihood’s tied to her body, if she gets hurt-”

”I’m not trying to do anything permanent.” To Theo’s credit, he did release the hold on her chin, taking off some of the pressure. He kept her arms on top of his legs, though, keeping Neith trapped for the time being. ”Just tap, give up. I’ve got you beat, there’s no need to take this any further.”

[HotWheels]

Rage and misery intermingled in the goddess' cries as she was bent into a C-shape and the pain coursed from her shoulders all the way down to even her thighs. The face that was forced to stare up into the room's lights, however, wore only her anger. Not a single ounce of pain directed to her body, outside of her face, tortured her more than pain to her back (though that was likely to change depending on the pain of the moment), and Neith's was contorted in the grip of a man with a man's strength. A dishonorable man, by his own admission. "Do you-" She paused to wail. "- do you enjoy cheating to beat! Women!? Chelb! Ibn al kalb!" The shrill irritation increased in every single word, as did the kicking of her feet and the writhing of her body.

Just when the hellacious feelings started to become too much, she heard Lucy, her dear savior, intervening for her again. Neith would thank her personally later, one small sane side of her noted, but the manic side continued its screaming. "Yes! He's trying to brea-hnngh!-break me-"

Her chin was released, and Neith fell forward with the most dramatic, breathless moan a woman could muster. The full relief never came: her arms were still draped and holding her back at that awkward angle that tortured her spine. But it was something. Neith's chest lifted and fell in what began as a struggle and slowly turned into frustration. "No, you will let me go and we'll have a proper start!", she demanded, though she did not wait for him to offer such a fair honor. Her fighting and wringing began anew, violent enough that one of her arms plopped off of his leg. She landed on it hard, however, leaving her to cry out once again as she lay on her side beneath him.

[BlackAkuma]

Wow, she was mad. Theo knew that, he could tell from the tenor in her voice, but it was only when he got a good look at her face in this position that he truly appreciated how ticked off she was. That was a look that could kill. One that told him that, if she got lose, the havoc she did to Willy would be nothing compared to what he would suffer through. She was out for blood, and no small amount of it.

Needless to say, that realization didn’t endear him to the idea of letting her go and resetting. ”I disinclined to acquiesce to your request.”

A little bold, getting in a quote from his favorite movie, but Theo was feeling in a good mood. Lucy wasn’t about to let him get away with it, though. ”What?” She leaned in and locked eyes with him, a clear challenge. “Scared, Theo?”

”Sure, go with that.” More like ‘not stupid’. He had this under control, Neith was down, and she would stay that way so long as he was smart about things. He just had to think of a good way to get the submission out of her. She still had plenty of fight left, enough to get one arm free of the clutch. He’d been working over her upper body quite a bit, maybe he’d have more luck down below?

Theo abruptly let clutch go, giving Neith the relief she craved and letting her flop to the mat. It was only a quick break, though, as he’d immediately roll over her back. He reached out, grabbed hold of her ankle, pulled it up under his shoulder and trying to get her into a Single-Leg Boston Crab, trying to see if she would respond to pressure on her lower back instead.

[HotWheels]

Having watched that dumb Disney pirate movie for Orlando Bloom and the painted-on corset tits, the goddess had a distant recognition of what Theo was saying, but his quoting something so foolish in this situation only added to her rage. Before she could split out the first insult that came to her mind, Lucy spoke, and Neith latched on as if her question was the water in a desert oasis. "You fucking bet he is! Coward! Two of you against one woman and you jump me!?" Her voice reached some new level of shrill by the time she finished, and having recovered, in part, from her fall, she jerked to the side and swiped a hand up at his chest with a roar.

Only her fingertips struck, and by the point she wanted to reel back and try again, he freed her other arm, leaving her to fall to the floor and cough out as if she had been strangled to death. The goddess, however, did not linger and started to crawl when she felt his weight partially lift off of her back. Her scrambled gave her precisely six inches of space before she could feel his weight hovering against her again, and worse: the damned coward grabbed her damned ankle, leaving her floundering on one leg.

"Leave my leg alOOOOHHHWW!"

Again, he bent her all-too-inflexible body, this time lifting her leg until the other one was once more scuffing the mat and hands forming into fists. This was too familiar: that same pain that coursed from her knee all the way to her mid-back. Neith punched the mat repeatedly in the finest dinner table temper tantrum since the first grade, and much as she had done the last time she had endured this hold with a certain other bitch, she reached back and gave a violent, feral tug to his underwear in her best effort to get back at him in some tiny way.

[BlackAkuma]

Willy looked on, watching as Neith continued her breakdown, watching as Theo continued to work her over. It was a crazy thing to watch, especially after he’d been nearly bisected by this chick, but yeah - that was Theo for you. The guy just did not know how to have a good time, always taking things too serious and mucking up. It was the main reason he’d often go home alone when the two of them went barhopping. The guy had the looks, but he was so uptight, and there was only so much Willy could do to smooth that over with the ladies.

Strange, though, it did seem like he was starting to enjoy himself. Maybe he liked being on top? Wouldn’t have guessed. Always struck Willy as a bottom sort of guy.

Lucy seemed surprised by it, too, as she kept fidgeting around the two of them, trying to figure out some way to get her oar in. There just didn’t seem to be much she could do aside from having a little tantrum on the mat, though. Not the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, and it wouldn’t last too long, either.

”Hey, hey, watch it!” Theo squawked when she got a hold of his boxers, pulling them back and making them stretch. All it did was give the camera a good view of his ass, but even that was a little more than he wanted. ”Fine, have it your way. One last hold, one last chance.”

Theo dropped the Crab and moved forward, but kept hold of the leg. He used his grip on her ankle to flip her forward, whipped her over on her back, then proceeded to pull her other leg in and tuck it behind the knee. He threaded her leg with the other one, and just like that, he had her in a figure-four, a move that really went after the legs. He’d been in that move himself, knew how much it hurt, and he knew it had to be real torture even for someone with Neith’s leg strength.

[HotWheels]

Good! He didn't like her yanking on his underwear. With that in mind and spurned on by her pain, Neith continued to rip and tear and yank and weave her particular chaos, her voice still shrill enough to annoy everyone in the room and then some as she cried out at the pain. "You...watch it! Bastard!" With that sensation like her thigh was separating from her hip and her hip from her lower back again, however, the goddess could scarcely summon resolve from her rage anymore. Only the idea of having him under her thumb and paying for doing this to her kept her from slapping the hell out of the mat so she could escape.

Relief came to her again. This time, however, Neith was not at all ready. As she lost her grip on his underwear, she flopped down onto her stomach, left to slide along on her breasts in a display that certainly got pornographic for the two watching before she even partially got her hands underneath her. At the moment she did, however, she was getting flipped, and Neith, unwilling to take her moment of reprieve lying down, started to sit up and reach a hand out to grasp at him. Not one ounce of the goddess' attention went to what he was doing with her legs...primarily because she only had a rudimentary idea of what he was doing with her legs.

The hold that he locked in the Egyptian beauty had executed precisely four times, and only when she had the luxury to plan it all out, recall the steps, and unleash upon a willing participant. Neith, however, was not a willing participant, a fact that could be easily discerned by way of her wild eyes when she looked down to see her legs folded into each other and his looping into place around them. She screamed before he even started to put the pressure on, and when he did, she fell back onto her shoulders, her hands over her face. "Not mylegsagain!", she squealed out, and the goddess began to see her limit creeping closer.

Which was why the only thing she could think to do was grab at his foot beside her hip with both hands and try to rip it sideways with strength born of her pain.

[BlackAkuma]

Lucy’s thumb had found its way into her mouth without asking and her teeth set to work on chewing it, a bad sign that this wasn’t going anywhere near the way she’d pictured it. While her expectations had been vague at the start, after seeing Willy demolished, she’d looked forward to seeing Theo get the same treatment - as nice a guy as he could be, it was fun to see him get taken down a peg every now and then, perfectionist that he was.

This was not that. This was not that at all.

Instead of dominance, Lucy had spent the past minute or so watching as Theo held a clinic on her body, using the ambush he’d set up to run roughshod on her. While she didn’t know much about wrestling holds, she knew what pain looked like, and she could tell that Neith was going through the kind that she wasn’t accustomed to. She’d put up with it about as well as anyone could ask - way better than Lucy would’ve in this situation - but it was pretty clear from the wailing that she was at the end of her rope. ”Last chance, goddess.” He added a little flex to that last taunt, tensing his legs to put on the pressure. ”The game was fun while it last, but-”

His taunts came to an end when Neith made a mad grab for his leg, pulling at like a wildwoman. It wasn’t enough to make him let go of the hold, but it did get him going, forcing him to rock from side to side in an effort to make her pain even worse. It made for a hectic scene with Neith’s wild bucking, but one that was more than a little familiar. Lucy had seen this before, hadn't she?

Yeah…yeah. When he and Willy had been training, she’d seen him use this move on him. More importantly, she’d seen Theo show him how to reverse it - a lesson the lunkhead didn’t remember, most likely, but one that was coming to her now.

As Neith and Theo struggled, Lucy slid over beside the goddess, dropped to her knees, and got as close as she could to whisper without getting hit by accident. ”Reverse the hold.” She let out, with a hand to cover the side of her mouth. ”Roll him over.”

[HotWheels]

Hands did not win against leg and ankle, the ailing goddess found. Despite going to war with frenetic passion and ferocity, he only sent her rolling back and forth, pulling harder and harder on her bent legs with each movement, and in seconds, Neith had fallen onto her back again to put her hands over her face. Still the only factor that prevented her from believing that surrender sounded like the best possible option was that the idea of having two lackeys to do her dirty work for her had her hooked. That idea, the promise of her control over them, proved just motivating enough for the pain hating goddess to survive a few seconds longer.

But a few seconds was all she had. Wailing again, Neith started the slide off her slope of anger into despair. She looked down at her own legs in horror through her fingers, as if they would snap at any second, and it seemed to her with the way the muscles and joints seemed to all strain at various angles they would do just that. Not to mention the pain. With knees and ankles and shins all crying out for help, Neith could only rub her face to try and restore her frustration and keep her focus on how badly she wanted to make Theo her bitch after this torture. "Stop bending me...jackass! Or I will pull your...nnngh...cock off of your body!"

Another scream almost hid Lucy's words from her. Almost. At first, not quite catching on, Neith nearly grabbed the little drummer so she could shake her and demand that she also tell Theo to stop. But it was only in catching that Lucy specifically spoke to her in secret that the most momentary serenity struck the Egyptian goddess, and she heard the second words for the advice in them.

She had seen someone do this once. A session wrestler she had conveniently avoided.

Like Lucy had pushed a button, the goddess screamed out a battle cry of "Yes!" and, without a hesitation, leaned up on her hands to wrench her body, hips-first, to the side and try with all of her considerable leggy might to force him to roll over.

[BlackAkuma]

Theo had to admit, he was enjoying this. Maybe too much, sure, but the fact remained. It wasn’t that he got a kick out of beating up women in general, but he had to say, turning the tables on Neith like this was quite the satisfaction. Especially after all the horror stories he’d heard about men in LAW - how they always lost POW matches, how they had such poor records, how most people thought that guys only joined the league to get beat around by sexy women. As much as he’d loathed the idea of doing this match in the first place, he was starting to see all the ways he could work it to his benefit.

When this match got out, people would see that BlazeWave wasn’t someone to trifle with, and that they could be real threats. It might be a small start, but it would get some attention shown their way, a foot in the door that they desperately needed. It sucked for Neith that it had to be at her expense, but then, she’d started it.

It all meant that Theo was more determined than ever, and he opened his mouth to tell Neith as much, only to close it shut when he saw Lucy nearby, whispering in her ear. He didn’t like that. Didn’t like it one bit. ”Hey, whoa, what’s that about?” His distress only increased as Neith reanimated with a purpose, turning them over, rolling around, tipping them further and further. He realized what was about to happen at the last second, but it was too late by then. Far too late. ”Waitwaitwait-”

They rolled over, and it was Theo’s turn to cry out now, as a sharp pain made its way through his legs courtesy of the reversed figure-four. The onus was on Neith’s legs now, and he’d seen how much damage they could do. Desperate, he scrambled forward, trying to pull himself free, then made an effort to roll again in a mad bid to escape the retribution he suspected she was craving.

[HotWheels]

He didn't know. Neith could tell, when he did not promptly resist her trying to turn them over, that he didn't know. Despite the ache in her legs, the revelation brought soft laughter from her chest in between her wails of effort while they finally made it to their sides and then onto what would have been their fronts if not for the tangling of their legs keeping them partially aloft, leaving Neith on her palms. Of course, she would not have known either if Lucy had not told her, but it made her feel so very clever, so very in control again to see his reaction once they had tumbled.

Though their legs remained tangled, hers, looking their proper shape once more, now pressed down on top of his, she found, as she peeped over her shoulder. The goddess must know where to use her divine legs the best, after all. She could feel him trying to pull free, but as he did, the goddess, pleasure practically dripping from the features of her still-reddened face, mashed down, cramming his stuck back against itself at the joint and crushing it into the mat at the same time with a flex of her legs and glutes. Her legs still hurt, but the urge to hurt him grew greater in her mind than her own pain. "There we go...there we go!" she cried out, like a woman in heat.

She could sense him trying to roll, and as she planted a hand down to try and resist, the flexing of her legs became that much tighter, giving Lucy and Willy (and not to mention the camera) a fantastic view of her rear as it tightened and the dramatic effect of her legs turning into boas, pounding into his legs with the weight of pressure. "You are going to say you're sorry for jumping me...", Neith declared. "I am going to make you say it." To add emphasis, she pushed up on her palms before rocking back down to thrust his knee into the mat.