This Seems Familiar

It’d occurred to her as she’d made the joke that the advert thing might not translate – did Americans even have Rice Krispies? But clearly it translated anyway, given the blonde’s reaction, so all was good.

”Permanent damage after they’re snoozing?” Alicia shook her head before giving Mikayla a truly wicked smirk – that disturbing smile right out of a slasher film that she wore in the ring. ”Before they go nighty-night? More fool them for not tapping.” And that was that. If someone was stupid enough to hang on long enough to get cracked ribs, that wasn’t on her. It was on them for being complete nincompoops. Tapping and rope breaks were a thing for a reason.

Also, she was finding the video of that match and watching it as soon as they were done here. Possibly with popcorn.

Then it was her turn to cackle at Mikayla’s comment about her friends because, actually, it really hadn’t been something her friends had appreciated at all – because it just meant she could beat them up even worse. And, well, being a school boy and losing to a girl was… Yeah. Guys and their big, fat egos. Sounded like the blonde knew about that too; girls with legs like theirs probably always did if they knew how to use them.

”I think I squeezed pretty much all mine,” She offered, ”Not counting the ones I beat up before I found out about scissors. But the way I look at it, if you’re having fun, that’s all that counts.”

While she’d initially been a little unsure about her offer, the unreserved enthusiasm it was met with ensured that Alicia, who’d been a bit worried under her confident exterior for a change, couldn’t help but cheer up considerably. ”Well, let’s book a ring for some time and I’ll see what I can show you,” she agreed, ”And what you’ve already got down.”

Fallon… No, didn’t ring a bell as her look probably suggested, but Alicia let it slide. Six weeks in, there were so many people she didn’t know and she refused to be bothered by it. It’d be years before she met everyone, if she ever did, and from the sounds of it she’d be running into this Fallon if she spent that much time with Mikayla anyway. That was just the impression she got though – she might be wrong. That said, fitness training wasn’t something she needed much help with herself.

Again all those years of gymnastics, running, kickboxing and so on definitely had their advantages in terms of sculpting her body, not just her legs.

Listening and watching in silence, Alicia let Mikayla work the phone for a moment before accepting it back with a nod.

”Not a problem,” She shrugged casually, before putting the phone back down again and joining the blonde in leaning against the ropes in companionable silence for the short while it took for the trainer to pop up. Well, judging by Mikayla’s reaction at least and she definitely had red hair. Otherwise? Well, Alicia wouldn’t know her from any of the others. Though she did look less apprehensive about rolling into the ring with the two of them than most of the training crew.

The big redhead chuckled again at the ‘raw enthusiasm’ jab – translating that in her head as the rookie kicked their asses and they couldn’t take the heat. Well. The pressure in this case.

”Sounds about right to me,” She smirked, folding her arms as she stayed resting against the ropes comfortably waiting to see where Mikayla took this. ”I’ve got through a couple too. Well…”

Her purple eyes shifted, casting a pointed look in the direction the brunette she’d wrecked had scuttled away, before returning to her new sister in scissoring.

”Better make that three now. Don’t suppose you’d mind sharing?”

Well, Red here was apparently Mikayla’s trainer-slash-squeeze toy. You’d kind of got to ask.

"And more the fool for them saying that they won't tap too... I mean, let's be honest, that just gives all the more reason to squeeze that little bit harder," Mikayla chimed, in agreement, putting the mess with Karen out of her mind. And squeezing harder was not a problem for the other woman if she was one obviously built for the punishment like Fallon or Alicia herself, where the extra squeezing was needed just to have any chance at taking them down. With the trainers? Well... it was why the brunette was a squished mess on the mat right now.

Or, Mikayla supposed, in the case of Karen, they just needed the extra punishment for being a scab of a human being. That too.

Her giggling continued as Alicia mentioned squeezing "all of" her friends, and beating up the ones that she didn't squeeze. Again, it probably wasn't something that those friends thought was very funny, but looking back now, they were just unlucky to be in the presence of future pro wrestlers. "I was never really intending to do it for the whole idea of beating them up...", she sighed, innocently. "But it's exactly like you said - it was fun. Heck, the first time I did it, one second I was play-tussling with a friend over her beating me in a video game, and before I knew it, I was the only one left giggling as she snoozed against my hips. She didn't even know what had happened herself." Well, at least until Mikayla playfully snapped scissors on her the next time. And the time after that. And the time after that... Actually she was glad that they were still friends, though they obviously hadn't seen each other in a while.

It was like people said, though - friends changed when a teenager became an adult. And in addition to the, uh, more than friendship Mikayla had with Fallon (though she was not one to brag and made sure not to), now she believed she had another lasting friend made her. She just wished she could offer Alicia more, giddy as she was to hear that the redhead wanted to give her some pointers. "That sounds absolutely fantastic!," she confirmed, trying not to spill giddiness all over her newest friend.

She supposed they were technically getting started now with those pointers, what with her rounding up Red for a little show-and-tell session. And Red, ever reliable, trotted her way over. Mikayla could never really read Red's face for her feelings on the whole idea of being involved in all this squeezing. Still, she was always friendly and willing, a fact that Mikayla kept in mind as Alicia asked about the redheaded trainer. "Hey, I'm great with it. She's a good trainer! Guess it's just up to her whether she can stand a second squeezing every time she's in the building...especially from legs like those." She gestured at Alicia's powerful lower body as Red stepped in, staring at Alicia's legs all the while in what Mikayla might have interpreted as a combination of admiration and anxiety. Maybe. "Red! I want you to meet someone."

She stepped between the two, looking between them as she made introductions. "Alicia, Red. Or Aless? Red, this is Alicia." Mikayla smiled happily as Red stepped forward with a hand extended, apparently not overly intimidated by the situation, though she did still look anxious. "Hey." "I wanted to see if you were around... Alicia and I were talking scissors for obvious reasons, and I got a chance to see her in action. So, I was wondering... were you busy? Got time for some trainer business?"

Mikayla watched Red fidget with her fingers for a moment before she shook her head. "No, not busy at all. What kind of trainer business, exactly?"

”Oh, I like you,” Alicia laughed, ”You’re definitely my new favourite person here.” And she wasn’t even exaggerating. While she’d enjoyed her time with Valley and was making other friends too, this was probably as close to being totally in synch with anyone since she’d got to AFW. If people said they could take the pressure, why wouldn’t she just squeeze harder? And if they made it a challenge…

Like Mikayla said, it was just extra incentive to prove them wrong. And, up until joining AFW, Alicia hadn’t met anyone she couldn’t beat with her scissors. That hadn’t changed so far either. It was just harder to score them sometimes.

Now, that was the sort of story she liked and it was a shame she didn’t really have one to match. Alicia’s own tendency to scuffling had started back before she could really remember and her first scissors hadn’t been that funny.

”So, basically, don’t beat you at computer games or you start crushing necks?” the British kickboxer half-asked, half-laughed. ”It was pretty intentional for me, though. By the end, I was doing the Black Widow thing. Y’know, go out on dates, ask them back…”

She gave Mikayla an innocent grin of her own.

”… Tricked ‘em into a sparring session and put the squeeze on them… They didn’t know what’d hit them either.”

Well, used to. She’d done it a bit at uni too.

And she was looking forward to working with Mikayla too. It should be a lot of fun, particularly seeing as the blonde was increasingly just plain fun to hang out with. Though she had to snicker at her comment about second squeezing from legs like Alicia's.

"She couldn't take one squeeze from these babies," The British amazon said, playfully slapping the outside of one of her thick, muscular thighs.

Mikayla’s trainer friend was not quite what Alicia had expected. She was decidedly prettier for one thing, looking more like a model than any of the other women she’d seen around the place with long red hair and elegant features. Her green eyes were also fixed on Alicia’s legs all the way up until introductions were made with a look in them that the tall redhead couldn’t quite interpret.

Still, as Alicia accepted the offered hand for a shake, she had a good grip and seemed nice enough if a little nervous – particularly once Mikayla mentioned trainer business. Given the worrying at her fingers and what the American blonde had said, she was willing to bet the trainer – Aless – knew or guessed what was up.

Maybe she was just hoping she was wrong.

”Mikayla’s going to show me her scissors,” Alicia didn’t mince her words, ”And she was saying you make an awesome squeeze-dummy.”

Mikayla tore into a fresh set of giggles with Alicia's pretty accurate comment about the Minnesotan and her competitiveness when it came to video games. Getting beaten was no problem, and she had never been mad about such a thing, but she did get very...aggressive and playful all at once when the competitive juices were flowing. She admitted that readily. "Something like that. Gotta start a game I know I can win... 'pry the leg trap apart.'" No one had won that game.

What Alicia told her next made her eyes widen. Black Widow thing? Mikayla knew what that meant... the extreme version, at least, but Alicia wasn't saying that of course. Still, something about hearing that Alicia would go out on dates with people and lure them back just to squeeze them in her legs sent a bit of a chill up her spine. That was- well, exciting. "Did you ever get in any trouble for it!?", Mikayla asked, in her surprise. "Or... I dunno. Did they like it?" Some people did pay for that kind of stuff... maybe not the average person.

Her grin returning as Alicia smacked herself on the thigh - dear God that sounded like some muscle that could make plaster out of bricks - Mikayla nodded in agreement and brushed her hair behind her ear, trying for modesty. "Yeeeeah... she's kind of out of it once I have a session with her, as it is. I dunno how well two would go. But we'll track someone down for you! Gotta be someone around here."

Red was Mikayla's someone in that case, and the blonde was glad of it. Well, Mikayla and Fallon when the two of them were... wasting some time, but that was a different story. The Minnesotan's beaming at her trainer friend was only interrupted by Alicia's comment, which had Mikayla nearly falling over and waving her arms to the contrary. "Oh, that is not what I said, and you know it!" Mikayla laughed it off, even when her violet eyes switched back to Red, she could see that the woman looked more than a little confused...maybe. She was always so hard to read, dang it. "That's a way to give someone all the wrong ideas... I saaaaid, you were the only one around here who always wanted to work with me. I think I even said you put up with me, and you know I appreciate that."

Red perked up a little at that...but it was little more than her typical faint, unreadable smile - pretty in spite of its reluctance. Right. Now for Mikayla to tell her that Alicia wasn't totally wrong. She bit the inside of her lip before continuing. "But I was hoping you would have a session with me, or at the very least let me, you know-" Mikayla squinted a bit, before gesturing around her own waist and neck. "-show a few of the holds?"

Red's expression didn't change. "Be a squeeze-dummy?"

Mikayla's arms fell at her side, and she glanced at Alicia in defeat. She did, however, nod. "Yeah maybe?"

And Red, without another word, shrugged and lowered herself down onto the mat, peering up at Mikayla once there in anticipation as she scratched at her knee. The blonde just blinked. "Thanks, Red. Not every day I meet another scissor specialist.."

Masochist indeed. Or...something else, but if Mikayla thought about it too much, she would probably get a little uncomfortable. Again, that was the kind of thing reserved for Fallon.

So, she snapped into action, stepping to Red and sliding down onto the mat beside her. "Actually, the first hold I put on another wrestler when I got here? This bodyscissor," Mikayla commentated, as she wound her legs around Red's midsection and crossed her ankles on the other side, her legs straight and their appearance menacing even before she began as her muscles rolled lightly against her thighs. "She even told me to do it!"

”Some do,” Alicia nodded, ”But no, I didn’t get in any trouble. Most guys aren’t about to admit to being beat up by ‘some girl’, I made sure they agreed beforehand and I didn’t break anything except some dumb jocks’ egos.”

Cue that wicked grin again. ”That was a blast. I mean, I gave them a fair chance. It’s not my fault they just plain sucked at grappling.”

Well, that was a tiny bit unfair. At the time, when Alicia was 18 or so, she’d had about seven years of kickboxing and MMA training under her belt. Most of the guys she’d tussled with didn’t have any and had underestimated the redhead’s python-like strength to boot. So, once Alicia had got them on the mats, they hadn’t really stood a chance but they were too proud to admit it.

Which hadn’t made it any less fun for her but, well, it did mean calling it a ‘fair’ chance was a bit like… oh… Well, it was a definite misrepresentation of the facts to be sure.

Still, they had agreed.

But Alicia could very easily believe that a session with Mikayla would have most people left in a soggy heap, let alone Mikayla then her.

A mirthless smirk followed at the blonde’s protests – that might not have been exactly how she’d put it but it was what she’d meant and they both knew it. And that was proven about thirty seconds later when, after all the ‘I appreciate you’ stuff, Mikayla was about to say just that when Aless beat her to it.

So that mirthlessly sharp smirk was what Mikayla would find on Alicia’s face when the blonde glanced at the curvy redhead.

Not that Aless seemed to mind, given she was down on the mat and waiting almost immediately. Mikayla took a minute to get into gear but then Alicia’s purple eyes narrowed in anticipation as her new friend finally got on the mat and got her legs around the other woman.

”Really?”

The British kickboxer’s tone was deceptively mild as she made her way over to kneel beside Mikayla, gaze flicking from those impressive thighs to the blonde’s face to Aless’ and back again in swift succession.

”Starting like you meant to go on, I guess. Come on then, enough with the foreplay – let’s see what you’ve got.”

Oh. Well Mikayla’s imagination had taken the whole Black Widow comment way too far. What else was new? It was still very exciting, but it sounded much more like what Mikayla would do – except she had done less scissoring to the male of the species than it sounded like Alicia had. If Mikayla had done that kind of thing to guys she had dated, word probably would have spread pretty quickly; after all, she was from a small town. Everyone knew each other, and whether a guy got embarrassed because Mikayla made him into play-dough for her legs wasn’t all that relative to whether he spread the word or not. The blonde snickered. ”Not gonna lie, that sounds really fun and really hilarious… Were some really into it?” She paused, scratching at her chin. ”Pretty sure there’s some whole fetish out there about that whole thing, isn’t there?” Almost definitely. But then, what didn’t have a fetish?

Though Mikayla wasn’t thrilled at what message Alicia’s comment to Red was going to send, she had to admit internally that she supposed it really was what the trainer volunteered for at least two or three times a week, at least. The other trainers had been more than willing to work with Mikayla on the basics, but when it came to Mikayla perfecting what was already the best part of her wrestling repertoire in order to make this particular strength even more of an asset, they were quick to shy away. And practicing on pillows or rolled-up mats didn’t exactly accomplish much. Yet here was Red, ready and willing as always to be a guinea pig. At least most of the time, Mikayla had to work to get her into a scissors, which had caused the other trainers to tap out instantly, and if Mikayla persisted even a little, they would just leave. Red was just…offering herself to be scissored.

Maybe it was the same thing with some of the guys who had liked what Alicia had done to them. Er… again, that was best not to think about, especially with Mikayla wanting to actually show someone with experience what she tended to do. Maybe she would ask Fallon about it later.

Fortunately, the situation and the little excitement she felt at settling into position to squeeze distracted her from trying to psychoanalyze her favorite trainer, and she nodded in response to Alicia. ”Really! Crazy one, right?”, she said, in all fondness for Fallon. As she spoke, she turned her eyes to Red, who again was fairly unreadable as she peered down at Mikayla’s legs at her midsection and leaned back on her hands in preparation. ”Ready?” ”Uh-huh.”

The blonde turned on the pressure, her thighs turning from their typical curvy tone into smooth hills of rolling muscle as she squeezed and flexed into Red’s stomach and back. She heard the trainer’s breath hitch. Good for, uh…forty percent? Propped on her hands, the Minnesotan tried not to make it too evident that she was not putting a great deal into the scissors now plastered to Red’s exposed midriff – she didn’t want to make an exhibition of the girl – but she did crank up incrementally, bearing down until her calves came close to touching. By that point, Red was just that – red in the stomach, red in the face and obviously doing her best to withstand without crying out.

”I’m pretty sure you’re right,” Alicia agreed, ”About the fetish, I mean. But I didn’t really want them to be into it. I wanted them to try and fight back, not just lie there and take it.”

The emphasis in that sentence, for anyone who hadn’t noticed, was on try. Because Alicia had been pretty good by the end at picking dates-slash-opponents who’d challenge her and put up a fight but crumble once she got a hold of them. It took a little working out, a little learning to read the signs, but she honestly liked having to put a little work into it. She didn’t want an actual fight, where she really had to struggle, because she had real fights for that.

Just a little resistance, a little futile clawing at her thighs, lots of protests about how she was just a girl and couldn’t do this…

That sort of thing. The ego crushing was all part of the fun.

”But yeah – lots of fun and it could be really hilarious, particularly with the ones who hadn’t got a clue what a bodyscissors felt like from a girl like me.” She concluded her thoughts. ”If you want to try it sometime, I think I could stand to share.”

That was it, really. They were talking Alicia being sweet sixteen to start with but with five years of assorted combat training and naturally strong legs up against guys who’d never wrestled ever and didn’t exactly have abs of steel.

Unaware of course of whatever thoughts might be filling Mikayla’s brain, Alicia just watched in interest, smiling at the joke and waiting for things to get started. Aless, Red, whatever was apparently ready and – well – Alicia wouldn’t say ‘willing’ exactly going by the look on her face. But something like that.

And-

Alicia grinned, watching with appreciation as Mikayla’s legs hardened, pressing into the trainer’s gut like hot knives into butter. Experienced as she was, it was pretty easy to see that the blonde was holding back – there was nowhere near enough strain on her face for this to be it – but she quickly and easily had the trainer in a bad way. And the muscle definition in her legs, even if her thighs weren’t as thick with it as the redheaded Amazon’s own, was distinctly better than most of the stars she’d seen since turning up in AFW.

This was definitely her sort of show, even if it did reinforce her determination to get her legs around the trainer sometime. Just to see how well she could take Alicia’s pressure.

It was a sly smile that Mikayla cast on Alicia when the redhead said it was only enjoyable if the men disliked getting stuck in a scissorhold enough that they would try to fight against it. Mikayla knew the feeling. ”Yeeeah… to be honest, it’s kind of funny to watch people trying to get out. Some people act like they have to get out to save their lives when you’re barely even squeezing…” The average person acted like that, at least. It was… okay, more than kind of funny. Hilarious. When Mikayla got an actual fighter reacting that way, it was satisfying… perhaps too satisfying in the case of Karen.

She shrugged amusedly as Alicia offered to share. ”I think I’ll leave that to you! Somehow I would find a way to make it incredibly awkward by breaking out into giggles…” Not that it really mattered if it was that awkward, because any kind of date tended to have a bit of awkwardness to it. It just seemed like it would be… more awkward if she started cackling like a madwoman with a strange man between her legs. And she could always see what Fallon thought about it…

For now, all that mattered was that Red was okay with getting squeezed, and Mikayla wanted to show what she had without splitting the trainer in two. There was always that temptation when she was clamped down to just put everything into it, because it felt… well, someone might call it a “power trip.” But there were only a few people who could take Mikayla’s scissors when she was on a power trip, and though Red was a sturdy woman, she didn’t exactly have sheet metal in her abs. Plus, it would be a bit strange to have someone screaming in the gym…

She cranked up to a point where her legs were showing their best, yet Red did not seem at the point of breaking, and she held there, looking up confidently at Alicia as she did so. After holding there for several seconds, Mikayla felt a tap on her thigh – Red wanted out. She released her without another second of pressure, and the trainer rolled over onto the mat, breathing heavily and grasping her ribs. Mikayla slid over and gave her a squeeze on the shoulder. The trainer waved her hand. ”I’m alright,” she assured, though she didn’t sound it. Mikayla peered at Red somewhat regretfully, but turned her violet gaze on Alicia. ”Not too bad for someone with three months of training and some life experience?”

”Tell me about it,” Alicia’s laugh rang out around the gym, hearty and deep, though she lowered it back to a more private level as she spoke, ”Back when I started, I didn’t really know my own strength. So, I was sixteen and doing the whole ‘secret wrestling matches’ thing. And I come up against this guy, Ian. Big football player a couple of years older than me, all muscle, between the ears too, sure there wasn’t a girl who could fight worth a damn…”

She shrugged. ”Plus he was very eager to get his hands on all this.”

A wave of her hand down her body made it pretty clear what ‘all this’ meant. It would be fair to say that Alicia had been an early developer and, while she’d definitely grown since, she’d been on the curvy side of the Force then as now.

”Even if he’d been making thunder thighs jokes all year, plus the usual stupid macho stuff about me and my girlfriend.”

A vicious smirk followed.

”Watching him squirm was so much fun. Big strong football player all wrapped up in my legs, a girl two years younger. So much fun, actually, that I accidentally cracked two ribs.”

Time to see what Mikayla made of that one.

The decision to opt out of joining in, well, that was probably better. Alicia’s offer had been spur of the moment and, while she didn’t regret it, it could have turned pretty awkward. So that was nicely dodged by Mikayla.

She met the blonde’s gaze as the other wrestler squeezed, her gaze boring into those eyes that mirrored her own and only relenting to glance down at where leg and belly intersected. She wasn’t sure how long it lasted before the tap came and Mikayla immediately released. Then she asked Alicia’s opinion, jokingly it seemed to the redhead but still…

”Hmm…”

Alicia did a bad job of pretending to think about the question before gifting Mikayla with a wide grin.

”It’ll do. And don’t think I didn’t see you holding back there, blondie.”

Which was fair enough, she supposed. The big redhead’s reputation on the other hand was what it was for a very good reason – Alicia didn’t pull punches or squeezes whether she was in a real match or a sparring session. She might not go all out instantly, but that wasn’t for her opponent’s benefit. Even her legs had their limits and she knew how to get the best out of them.

Plus going all out tended to end in cracked necks or broken bones, which ended with injured opponents and, while Alicia didn’t care about that much, she’d no interest whatsoever in being benched for it.

Still…

Her own violet gaze flickered from Mikayla over to Aless. Then she shrugged. No time like the present.

”My turn then.”

As she spoke, the British amazon was sinking down to the mat next to Aless, eyeing her with a distinctly predatory mien.

It was pretty clear what she had in mind.

”Jocks are the worst for that… dear God,” Mikayla agreed, shaking her head as Alicia described what she had done to a football player. ”I had jock friends who would always pretend like they were just laughing too hard to get up if I straddled them down with my legs sometimes… girls and guys. But we both knew I just wasn’t letting them up. Looking back I probably should have been a little more cocky about it.” She smirked. Not that it mattered then… but Mikayla had gotten so she kind of liked it when people knew she had some physical dominance to unleash. People always took women for granted in that regard...

Just like that jock, apparently. The jock whose ribs Alicia had… cracked.

The blonde was between amazement and breaking out laughing. She had heard people tease about breaking ribs, but she didn’t want to injure anyone in that way, and she had never actually seen it happening. But somehow, she didn’t think Alicia was exaggerating. Plus, looking at those thighs… why would she be? Mikayla had long, thick legs, yes, but she was ultimately built a little more along the lines of the taller, athletic fitness women one might see in a workout video. Alicia was just powerful-looking everywhere. If anyone could break ribs, she could. Mikayla finally did give way to snickers. ”Okay, I buy it. How the heck did he explain that to the team?”

With Aless properly compressed, Mikayla pushed herself lightly to her feet and ran a hand through her hair as she waited for Alicia’s verdict. Darn it… it looked like she’d been caught. Not that she minded… it really wasn’t Mikayla’s best, since she didn’t want to leave Aless with a few days’ worth of pain from the pressure. She grinned sheepishly, but said nothing, not wanting Aless to hear it.

She really did just want to… let go sometime. But today was not that day.

Today was, in fact, not a good day for Aless, if she hadn’t been counting on being squeezed. Mikayla watched as Alicia decided to take her turn, watching the redhead drop down beside the trainer and seeing that Aless didn’t look none too thrilled, but nonetheless willing, as her eyes scanned over Alicia’s body. Something told Mikayla that Alicia wasn’t going to hold back… ”Hey, don’t forget, I need a trainer to work with this week!”, she reminded her new friend, hiding her semi-seriousness behind a grin.