Cut From The Same Cloth

“Get...the fuck...OFF of me!!” a voice shrieked within the mostly empty gym.

“Not until you apologize, brat!” came the response.

Candice:

Candice Brooks was not having a particularly great day. Her first couple outings in matches here had not gone well, and they had also been quite a while ago. Since then she had been trying to get herself booked for more matches to try to turn her luck around, but hadn’t had much luck. After being ignored by management and denied the chance she wanted, she had decided a better way to get someone’s attention would be to pick a fight at the gym.

Susan:

Enter Susan Howard, the pin-up model-turned-wrestler with a penchant for scissor holds and an ego the size of the Friction arena itself. Having recently had her mind focused on a rather heated feud with Spider Kikuchi, she wasn’t in the best of moods to deal with unnecessary nonsense. Dressed in her white bikini, she had come simply for a relaxing soak in the jacuzzi near the locker room, but had been interrupted by the green-haired brat, who had insisted on a spar. Susan had repeatedly refused, until an unexpected slap from Candice had finally convinced the redhead to accept.

But Candice came to regret that pretty quickly, however. Once they entered the ring, it didn’t take long for Susan to get the smaller girl on the ground, with Candice’s midsection sandwiched between her powerful thighs in a tight body scissor. Her face contorting in pain while she squirmed and thrashed, she pushed against Susan’s legs with all her might, but couldn’t even budge them.

“I’m not...apologizing! Just let me go..bitch!” she stubbornly croaked out.

“Fine! I guess I’ll just have to keep squeezing then,” Susan replied while doubling down with the pressure of her hold, relenting, and then pouring the pressure on again. A spar hadn’t been her reason for coming here tonight, but she did find herself starting to enjoy this. Among the few gathered here today, several had paused what they were doing to watch. Susan could feel their gazes, but it only heightened her amusement while she slowly squeezed the life out of Candice...

Isa was bored. So she figured she’d go pick a fight at the gym to kill time.

Ok, so that was a cruder way of putting it than she’d like. Just insulting someone until they got mad was easy, sure, but it also tended to lead to annoying things like bans or people holding grudges. Isa, by contrast, liked to think she’d perfected the art of luring people into challenging her (which left the blame on them when they found out how big a mistake they’d made).

Being new to AFW (and planning to stick around for a while), she knew intellectually that she really ought to be taking more care until she had a better grasp on who was who and who she really didn’t want to get on the wrong side of…

But she was bored and the idea of working a bag or even picking up a trainer for a scissor session really wasn’t going to scratch that itch.

And then, of course, she’d got to the gym and found it was basically empty. There were a few people there but they were almost all grouped around the ring, watching what sounded like a distinctly one-sided beatdown (if the squawking was anything to go by).

Isa frowned, tempted to just go. But maybe there was still some fun to be had here and she’d gotten all dressed up in her best black workout bikini and handwraps so... She might as well take a peek, right?

Casually, she drifted over to where she could get a better look.

And immediately found herself liking what she was seeing. There were two women in the ring, one a sexy redhead armed with an impressive pair of gams – legs she was presently using to squeeze a smaller, green-haired woman into submission in a way Isa had to appreciate.

Been there, done that, got the t-shirt but she knew all too well that it never got old.

Isa honestly had no idea who either woman was but she’d been looking for something to do, and getting herself into some trouble sounded like just that something (while looking like the good girl at the same time).

Folding her arms on the top rope, Isa rested her head on them, giving the two women inside a deceptively innocent grin.

“Hey, Greenie,” she drawled, “Looks like you could use a hand…?”

Her eyebrows rose, her green gaze drifting back to the redhead – as eager to see what she made of Isa’s effective challenge as what she expected to be a quick acceptance by the woman she’d dubbed Greenie.

The redhead had her but good after all.

She’d have to be monumentally dumb not to grab the chance with both hands.

The extra voice from just outside the ring came as a surprise to both the model and the brat squirming desperately between her lethal thighs. The redhead glanced in the voice’s direction on instinctive response to see who it came from. Mathematically speaking, 2-on-1 situations rarely favored the 1, yet there was nothing in Susan’s expression that suggested she was worried about that now. The Pin-Up Princess was quite a cocky woman, but the lack of distress shown here wasn’t just a reflection of her confidence in her skill. Adrenaline and basic survival instincts were the only things keeping Candice fighting in the crushing body scissor. If Susan let her go right now, even if this stranger tried to help her, it would just become a singles spar between Susan and the new girl while Candice tried to catch her breath on the side. There was another reason she wasn’t worried about anyone coming to the green-haired girl’s aid, which she promptly demonstrated.

“Take your hand… and SHOVE IT! I don’t need your fucking he-UUUUGHH!!!” Candice’s less-than-eloquent refusal of the offered assistance was cut off by a sudden increase in the pressure bearing down on her midsection, renewing her frantic but futile escape attempts. Susan just sighed and shook her head, then glanced at the stranger again with a look that silently said, “See what I’ve had to put up with?”

“She’s been acting like this from the moment I walked in. You’re welcome to come get a piece of her too if you’d like,” Susan offered, unable to help but smile just a little bit at the thought of Candice’s stubborn and foolish refusal for help backfiring against her in perhaps the worst possible way. Besides, she’d been at this for a little while now. It’d be nice to have someone to chat with other than this annoying, profane, loud-mouthed brat...

Isa blinked, more than a little shocked.

She’d had this whole scenario mapped out in her head. It seemed so obvious.

Greenie would gratefully accept her help, she’d be through the ropes in a second and see how well the redhead could use those legs after Isa had twisted them into knots.

Simple, clean fun – and she’d get to be the heroine into the bargain. And Greenie’s refusal left Isa briefly flabbergasted. And, really, given what was going on in the ring – particularly the pallid, crunched-in wreckage of Greenie’s midsection – who could blame her?

Apparently Greenie was that monumentally stupid after all. Isa’s eyes narrowed and she had a tart response on the tip of her tongue when the redhaired occupant of the ring – who looked kind of familiar from somewhere – drew her intention instead.

No, really, she looked familiar. Why did she look familiar?

Isa would be the first to admit she had a vengeful side to her. And that part, given how Greenie had thrown her offer of help back in her face, was sorely tempted to take the redhead up on her offer immediately.

At the same time, that still felt like a step too far and it wasn’t like the green-haired woman wasn’t already suffering plenty.

“Honestly?” Isa almost flowed between the ropes, entering the ring with a grace born of her pole-dancing training, “You can keep her. I wouldn’t mind watching though… and maybe when you’re done with her, you and me could have some fun?”

She was still after that spar and, if playing the knight in shining armour wouldn’t work, Isa wasn’t above just asking. The Temptress leant against the ropes, hip cocked so as to emphasise to the redhead that she wasn’t the only one in the ring with a pair of legs.

Susan listened to Isa’s offer, a grin tugging at the corner of her lips. That sounded like fun. She knew nothing about this woman, but she liked the confidence she carried herself with. Granted, the noisy brat currently struggling for dear life between her thighs had been quite confident too, but Susan didn’t get the feeling it was the same thing. She would’ve loved to take her up on the offer and see what she could do. But just as the redhead started to speak, Candice shouted over her.

“If you two ugly cunts want to scissor each other so bad then get a room at some cheap ass motel and GO FUCK YOURSELVES!” she barked. In response, Susan jolted her top leg up, and then like a gator chomping down on its prey, slammed the powerful leg onto Candice’s gut, forcing a loud, pained shout from the girl before Susan locked her feet together and reapplied her scissor hold.

While Candice once more began to kick about and push futilely on her leg, Susan looked back to Isa. “You sure you don’t want a piece of her too? I know, not exactly a challenge, but it is actually pretty satisfying.”

For a moment, Isa thought things were turning around. Not how she’d intended but beggars couldn’t be choosers, etc etc.

At which point, a certain green-haired, foul-mouthed pest chose to weigh in again with yet more insults – at the worst time too, because Isa felt entirely sure the other woman had been about to accept.

For her, to clarify. The immediate response came in the form of a guillotine like manoeuvre by the redhead, slicing her curvy thigh up and slamming it down in a bruising blow to an already brutalised midriff.

And then she had the bodyscissors back on in an instant, proving that the familiar redhead knew exactly what she was about. And just making Isa all the more frustrated that Greenie just couldn’t leave well enough alone.

So now she was very much in the mood to listen to that vengeful side of her personality – just leaving Greenie to suffer her well-deserved punishment or even watching wasn’t going to cut it. She wanted to add her own unique twist to things. Emphasis on ‘twist’.

The Temptress moved over until she stood looking down on Greenie.

“Y’know, I’m not sure you stretched properly, Greenie. I think I’d better help you with that after all.”

Now, she sank to a squat, crouching just out of range of Greenie’s flailing legs.

“Red, mind being a doll and flipping her over for me?”

Susan couldn’t help but grin slightly. Of course she didn’t need any help putting a brat like this in her place. But she had already found several fun ways to make her scream and submit. If left to her own devices for too much longer, she would’ve eventually gotten bored. But now a new player had entered their little game, and she was more than a little eager to see what Isa had to offer.

“By all means,” Susan answered, untangling her legs around Candice’s battered waist, and giving the girl a firm shove in the side with her foot to roll her over onto her front. From there Susan kept her legs loosely draped around Candice's ribs. Whatever the newcomer wanted to try, she was going to try it. And if Candice tried to say or do something about it, she’d be in a whole new world of hurt…

“Perfect, thanks,” Isa grinned, watching the redhead shove the loud-mouthed green-haired woman over as requested before reapplying her bodyscissors.

Honestly, this was probably overkill but Greenie down there had rubbed her the wrong way and Isa felt like some payback was due.

And Isa absolutely had something in mind. She just needed to think this through – normally, she applied the augmented banana split she called Scathach’s Knot with her opponent facing up before rolling them over for the finishing touch.

Doing it on an opponent already facing down? New territory, and she didn’t want to rush it. Partly because Greenie was kicking and thrashing (in pain and also because she didn’t want any part of whatever Isa had in mind, the Temptress was sure) but also because she didn’t want to mess it up in front of an audience.

Still, her natural confidence in her own abilities carried her forward. Isa watched for a moment, timing Greenie’s kicks, until she snagged one of the other woman’s legs. Not that hard.

Then she scooted in, planting herself on Greenie’s free leg and scissoring that thigh tight between her thick upper limbs. With both the other woman’s limbs under control, it was merely a matter of time and leverage before Isa had them stretched out until she could practically hear the tendons screaming in Greenie’s hips.

“Now, want to try that again?” Isa suggested sweetly, wrenching the hold that much tighter, her fingers wandering over the green-haired woman’s foot in a way that suggested she could make this much, much worse if pushed.

Even with Susan having loosened her scissor hold significantly, the grip of her thighs was still strong enough to hold the rebellious girl in place, and the pain she’d inflicted already with her squeezing wouldn’t be going away anytime soon. It would’ve been bad enough for Candice if that was the worst of it. But no, she just had to go and be a total cunt to the one person in the world who had offered to help her rather than just sit by and watch Susan squeeze the life out of her. Now she had two enemies instead of just one, and karma was about to severely punish her for the ill-conceived insult she’d thrown Isa’s way moments ago.

Despite her attempts to flail about, it was impossible to keep Isa from grabbing onto her for more than a few seconds. She felt her legs being latched onto, and then they were being pulled in opposite directions. Candice was fairly flexible, but very little time passed before she was howling and thrashing in agony.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! FUCK! LET ME GOOOO!!!” she shrieked, punching and clawing at the mat in front of her in an attempt to get to the ropes that was every bit as futile as it looked. She wasn’t going anywhere, especially not with both Susan and Isa having her in holds at the same time. Meanwhile, Susan just giggled at the trapped woman’s suffering.

“A cruel choice, but I can’t say she didn’t have it coming.”