Moving Up To Kidnapping

The plan was simple. Step one: find Morrigan. Step two: beat the shit out of Morrigan. Step three: capture Morrigan. It all worked out quite well in Styx's head, but even she knew things weren't going to go that easy well in practice. If shit can happen, shit will happen, and there was still the matter of using Morrigan to put pressure on Lukretia. Not to mention that Styx wasn't exactly looking forward to having a hostage in her home. That'd be a pain in the ass for so many reasons.

But that minutia was something she'd worry about later. If they couldn't even get Morrigan, it would be a silly point.The trick was to do this quick and smooth, attract as little attention as possible, but at the same time have some fun with it, and Styx and Liberty felt like they'd picked a good spot for the bruising to go down. 

To get out of the backstage area, one had to come into a hall with two paths on both sides - one leading to the locker room, the other leading to the storage area where Styx's hideout was setup. Styx and Liberty laid in wait on both sides of the hall to set up a pincer attack. Styx would approach Morrigan from the locker rooms as she approached, looking like she was just passing through, a good way to get close to her without arousing suspicions. Since Morrigan might recognize Liberty, she would take her from the back.  They had tasers in case things got a little too hectic, which they probably would. Overkill, yes, but Morrigan was carrying a box cutter and she wasn't afraid to use it. No harm in being careful.

A simple idea,  a simple plan. Easy, easy, easy. Now all they had to do was wait for Morrigan to arrive. Styx peeked out of the door from her side, knowing she would be heading their way soon now that her match was over. Timing and patience were key, here. Those, and a willingness to exact a ridiculous level of violence on someone who designed it for one.

Liberty had been looking forward to this for a while. Ever since she and Styx had come up with the plan - well, in hindsight, it might have been more Styx than her, but whatever - the prospect had gotten more and more exciting. They were going to make a real impact! They were going to get their voices heard! Best of all, they were going to rough up someone who had been on Liberty’s shit list for a long time!

Liberty told herself that getting some payback on Morrigan was just a side bonus of this noble endeavour… but in her heart, she knew that making the redhead suffer was probably going to be the best bit.

Morrigan had brazenly cheated to give her despicable partner, Brittany, a thoroughly underserved win over Liberty. She’d stuck a taser in her face and clearly enjoyed it. The thought of that painful electric punishment still made Liberty unhappy, though far worse was letting those bitches walk away with a win.

Well, she wouldn’t be walking away today. Liberty even had a taser of her own in case things went south, a present from Styx. Typical of the other girl - both well-chosen, and cruel. The blonde must have a taste for poetic justice, Liberty thought wryly.

In truth, Liberty wasn’t entirely sure what to think about her new ally. After getting way too drunk and intimate with Styx last time around, she’d kept today’s meeting brief, going over the main points of the plan and not stopping for any personal chat. Liberty didn’t know if she was embarrassed, interested, or plain worried about her partner’s motives. Or stability. She didn’t want to think about that stuff, because it might lead to doubt, and that might endanger the plan.

And as long as she didn’t think too hard about it, this plan was awesome.

Although, the waiting was getting to be a drag. Liberty had concealed herself in a darkened supply closet, able to peer out of the window and safely observe the corridor. The longer Morrigan took to come by, the more bored Liberty would get - though she consoled herself that she’d be able to take these frustrations out on her victim when she did show.

Morrigan was feeling good. After a successful match against an opponent where she hadn't cheated a lick, she decided she would have a little celebration before heading home to celebrate some more with her lover.

She had definitely been in a lot better mood lately, even if her and Brittany were having some troubles but after the massage, Morrigan knew she could get her lover's mind off of everything but her. All she had to do was make her way back to the locker room, get her things and head on out. She didn't even have anything she needed to talk to Taylor about. It was going to be the perfect evening!

It took a little longer than Styx would have liked, but Morrigan finally popped up, looking far, far happier than anyone had a right to without the aid of narcotics. Styx would have beaten her around on principle, now.

Styx came through the door and walked towards her, keeping her head down like she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. She stepped so she got in Morrigan's way and tried to bump into her, hitting with enough force to knock her back a few steps and keep her looking forward.

"Oh, shit, sorry." Styx straightened up and kept her gaze locked on Morrigan's face, not wanting to do anything that would break give Liberty away.

Morrigan ignored the woman that approached until she was bumped into roughly. She staggered a bit but watched carefully as River began to apologize . Her fists clenched and she stared at the girl. She looked tough, though Morrigan preferred the term ugly as fuck. She knew plenty of badasses and most of them didn't have to try one bit. She also knew when someone bumped into her and when someone bumped into her. This had definitely been the latter. And while there were plenty of people who might want to start some shit with her, she honestly had no clue who this particular bitch was or why she wanted some of Morrigan.

"Yeah?" She said. Despite her relatively short temper, Morrigan was still in a good enough mood to let it pass if River was just posturing. "Ok..." Morrigan said. "Fuck off then." Morrigan said, nodding her head in a way that told River to scram.

Liberty’s eyes lit up as she glimpsed the flash of red hair from her hideout. That had to be the girl, and Styx’s reaction confirmed it.

She breathed out steadily. Time for the stealth and forward planning - not really her strongest suits - to pay off. The buxom black-haired girl slipped into the corridor and stalked up behind Morrigan. She winked at Styx, who, she had to admit, was playing this well.

Inside, her heart was dancing, and she had to bite her lip to suppress a gleeful laugh as Morrigan sullenly told Styx to fuck off.

“Oh, you wish,” Liberty quipped as she got within grabbing range. Her arms shot out, moving to thread under Morrigan’s armpits and quickly immobilise her in a full nelson hold.

When she saw those familiar, beefy arms shoot up from behind Morrigan, Styx couldn't help but be proud of her little setup. Good so far, first steps were often the hardest.

She was more proud of Liberty, though. She'd been worried, just a tad, that her fellow hellion might not be up for this level of mayhem after the booze wore off. Those doubts were unfounded. Like she'd said before: when Liberty did something, she did it hard. Styx was seriously starting to like this girl, this woman. Maybe more than that.

But enough of that, business to do. First concern had to be keeping this relatively quiet. She didn't think Morrigan was the type to scream for help, but she figure it was better to be safe than sorry.

Styx reared back and tried to smash Morrigan's solar plexus with a massive uppercut, trying to disrupt her breathing on top of piling on the pain. She was looking to sink it in nice and deep. Just a little payback for the rude comment.

Morrigan was caught off guard as she felt her arms pulled up and Liberty's chest push into her back. "Ghn!?" The red head tried to turn her head to see what was going on, only to be smashed in the body with River's hard fist.

Her eyes widened and she went as slack as she could in Liberty's arms while she tried to gulp air. It felt like she couldn't breath and her body went on autopilot just to try and restore normalcy. She couldn't even flail or throw a kick at RIver for the moment.

Liberty grinned with relish as she got Morrigan into her grip and Styx threw a fist into the centre of the redhead’s chest. She felt the effect of the winding blow pulse through Morrigan’s body, pressed against her own. Nice start.

“Remember me?”

With malicious glee, Liberty would use her hold on the victim to swing her sideways, looking to slam the side of her head against the corridor wall. It was clear now, why Liberty had foregone using the taser for the initial attack. Too clean, too clinical, too quick. She was obviously enjoying the prospect of taking Morrigan apart slowly, relying on her own hands rather than any toys. Girl deserved a beat down, and she wanted to do it properly.

She’d slam Morrigan against the wall again and then hold her up, almost offering her up to Styx for another punch. Or anything else her partner in crime had in mind.

Oh, this was even better than Styx had anticipated. Liberty was showing a meanstreak, slamming Morrigan around like the ragdoll she pretty much was at this point. God, it made her so hot she almost couldn't stand it. A large, lusty part of her wanted to have her, right here and now, but she kept it in check. Somehow.


"I'm sure she does." Styx stepped forward as Morrigan was brutally bashed - twice - into the walla, feeling years of Liberty's long-awaited revenge. The Irish bitch probably never imagined she would be like this. Thought she could just walk away, no strings. Wrong. Styx was an act of karma, the universe coming back to bite her square on the ass.

"We haven't been introduced, though." She yanked up Morrigan's head by the hair, got them to eye level. "River Styx. Nice to meet you."

Styx jumped forward and shot her knee into Morrigan's stomach, continuing her assault on the midsection with another hard blow. "Liberty's told me so much about you. Isn't that right, babe?"