Fool Me Twice

Dmitri let out a wistful sigh as Alicia went over his chances with Roxy. Not the most flattering assessment, but probably not inaccurate.

”Yeah, she probably would.” Part of Dmitri wanted to protest, say that he would probably do better than she might think, but his current position was all the argument she would need against that notion. He’d never been one to let his pride get in the way of reality. ”Someday, maybe. One step at a time, right?”

There were still some grunts of displeasure, but Dmitri was reaching the point where he could speak without too much duress ruining his words. That being said it was a little weird, having Alicia use his body like a throw rug, just laying out across him while she took a moment to rest. There was an oddly intimate aspect to it, though he could admit it might’ve just been his imagination. Or wishful thinking.

Whatever the case, it didn't last too long and he snapped back to attention when his question put a little edge in her voice. He hadn’t meant to be insulting in the least, but he could easily see how she might get the wrong idea.

Best to clarify. Quickly.

”I meant no offense, was simply going to make an offer.” Dmiitri sat up and nursed his aching legs, making sure everything was in working order.”I know a lot of the wrestlers who come here have trouble with our language, some don’t bother learning much of it at all. And I’m pretty good at picking up and learning new ones. Five, working on six.”

Dmitri let his arms lay at the side, grateful for his extended reprieve. It wouldn’t last much longer, he knew. "I was just wondering if you needed any help with it, that was all - I could work on it with you, help you out, maybe in exchange for helping me iron out things in the ring. Just an idea.”

There, felt like good damage control.

Alicia hadn’t been exactly insulted yet, but she was fully aware that her Japanese was passable at best and she very definitely spoke it like a foreigner. Of course, she was and looked like a foreigner, so maybe she shouldn’t take it personally, but she found herself more than a little aware of what felt like a patronising attitude from a number of the locals. Not in the company, more in Toyko itself. So she was a tiny bit touchy about it and Dmitri’s swift move to clarify what he meant was definitely for the best.

Of course, what he said at first didn’t exactly help, unless he was looking to nudge her into doing something even more painful by rubbing his superior ability at language in her face.

Fortunately for Dmitri, that wasn’t what he had in mind. His actual suggestion, that they help each other – him with his wrestling, her with her language – brought Alicia’s brows up as the redhaired amazon’s surprise showed on her face. It wasn’t a bad idea but she’d never actually taught anyone anything properly in a ring.

”I’ll think about it,” She told him after a moment, folding her arms across her chest as she stared down at him. She didn’t think she’d go for it. Sure, she could use the help with her Japanese but… it’d be at the cost of making all this…

Much less fun. Basically.

Speaking of which…

Stepping to his side, Alicia went to nudge him over onto his front with a foot, preparatory to dropping her backside in the middle of his back. Then she’d start getting his arms in position for what looked like the set up for a Camel Clutch.

Dmitri’s diversion had been genuine - he’d never taught Japanese to anyone before, but he’d alway thought it was something he’d like to try. With the major influx of non-natives to the country, it would certainly be lucrative enough for him to make some good money on. Not that he was hurting, but a few extra yen would be nice.

Still, he’d hoped also hoped it would buy him a little extra time to recuperate and catch his breath. Which it did. But not by much. Not enough to make much of a difference at this point. For example...

”Guh…” Dmitri grunted as she flipped him over with a casual gesture of from her foot, like he was just some object on the ground she didn’t want to bother bending over to move. She did come down eventually, though, right on his back - a very familiar feeling, one that had a lot of pain to go along with it.

Dmitri didn’t know exactly what was coming, whether she’d do the same thing she did last time when she was in this position, and he frankly didn’t want to know. He just knew it was in his best interest to keep his arms away from her, to resist Alicia as she pulled them back, keep her from having her way..

He tried. It didn’t work, but he tried.

Dmitri groaned and turned his head, just enough to look at her from the corner of his eye. ”Lotus Lock, again?”

To give credit where it was due, Dmitri did try and resist. But his chief strength was in his legs too, he was weakened from the moves she’d already hit him with and Alicia had the sort of focused determination that made it hard to stop her securing moves.

She knew what she wanted to do, she knew how to do it and she would willingly bulldoze through any resistance offered along the way.  

Actually, no, it wasn’t a Lotus Lock that Alicia had in mind this time, although as ever she preferred to let her actions speak for her. So, rather than an answer in the form of words, Dmitri’s came in the form of an arm slithering across his neck and through the crook of its mate’s elbow. The redhead’s other arm came back up, locking in the sleeper hold nice and tight around the martial artist’s neck.

Or, to be more precise, a Camel Clutch Sleeper Hold. Alicia had been picking up some new moves in her time in Friction too.

Of course, it had the advantage of being considerably less painful than a Lotus Lock and it didn’t involve her most deadly weapons.

On the other, Alicia’s arms were still more than strong enough to send Dmitri to an early meeting with the Sandman. And, while the Camel Clutch part of the combo might be new to her, she was more than familiar with a simple Sleeper Hold.

Did that make it better or worse? Well, he’d have to be the judge. If he had the time before he went off to the Land of Nod.

When Alicia Wells wanted to do something, she did it. When she had a goal, she reached it. You could try and fight it, you could attempt to slow her down, but sooner or later, she’d do what she came to do.

It was simultaneously the thing that Dmitri admired and feared most about her, and the reason he knew that his efforts to escape the Lotus Lock were fruitless. Heck, even if he somehow managed to avoid what she was going for, he knew her response to being denied was typically to resort to something more painful. Agony either way.

Only she wasn’t going for a Lotus Lock.

He figured this out fairly quickly when her arms wrapped around his neck, clamping on a tight sleeperhold. Not as tight as he would’ve gotten from her legs, so he was thankful for that. He’d be able to move his neck properly for the next few days.

Maybe not his back, though, because her next move was to wrench it, going for a variation on the camel clutch. It was a little surprising, really. The camel clutch popped up a lot in the AFW, just like the Boston Crab, and most people only ever seem to use the basic versions. Alicia was mixing it up.

Cool thought, and one that he’d contemplate as he slowly drifted into unconsciousness.

Like always, he fought it. Like always, he twisted around, gritted his teeth, made attempts to get his arms free. But, like always, it didn’t matter much. If anything, it just tired him out, and made his trip into Dreamland go twice as fast. Just like last time, she was going to end this by putting him to sleep.

Dmitri preferred the way she did it the last time. Being honest.

One of the things people didn’t consider when it came to scissors was the effect of the size of the legs involved. Sure, there was the obvious when it came to bodyscissors – short-legged girls often just couldn’t get their legs around certain waists or, even if they could, didn’t have the leverage for truly punishing locks. Simple, obvious. The thickness of the legs was more interesting. Thin legs could fit into the gap between the jaw and the shoulder, cutting into those pesky carotids and cutting the flow of blood to the brain.

Thick legs, like Alicia’s, had to rely on sheer pressure but she could squeeze most of someone’s skull. She might not be able to knock them out as cleanly or efficiently as some, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t do it. The relevance was purely that, for a quick nap, her legs weren’t really the most efficient tool at her disposal unless she went for a triangle choke or she just kicked Dmitri’s head off.

Alicia’s arms though were a good size for a sleeper hold, slotting nicely into that gap. Pressing on the arteries. Compressing them even, until that flow of blood slowed to a trickle. With that, it was just a matter of time before Dmitri’s futile struggles slowed. He hadn’t managed to get his arms loose, not that it would have mattered if he had. But with his back arched at a painful angle and arms trapped, neck solidly locked in a professional sleeper hold, he was going out.

Matter of time.

The big Brit held the choke until he was done, then let it go. Quickly, she rolled him over onto his back and slid a leg under him, lashing the other over the top of his body for a basic bodyscissors.

Just for the sake of variety though, she was facing the other way, down towards his legs, giving him a view of that big round rear and the deadly curve of her hamstrings. When he woke up, that was.

And then Alicia waited for him to come back around again. No pressure, Dmitri.

Not yet anyway.

Dmitri’s body was having a hard time just accepting its fate and going into the gentle night. It put up a fight, struggling about as best it could, jerking and thrasing and kicking and doing anything and everything it could to escape.

Pointless.

If Alicia had been half Dmitri’s size with none of her muscle, getting out of a hold like this would’ve been impossible. Escaping a normal camel clutch was difficult enough - Dmitri had only seen people power out of the damn thing, a feat that took considerable will and even more considerable strength. Neither of those things were his forte, which meant that nap time was an inevitability.

Eyes closed. The struggles weakened. The already-quiet world grew even quieter, as Dmitri’s conscious began to slip...slip...slip away…

…

…

He couldn’t be sure how long he’d been out when he came to again, but he could make a reasonable guess as he slowly opened his eyes. There were a few openings on top of the arena, and through them he could see that it was still the same time of day. So Alicia hadn’t left him. Not that he thought she would. She was probably close by, and…

Dmitri grumbled, and that was when he tried to sit up and felt a pair of very powerful, very familiar thighs around his waist. He raised his head, and sure enough, there was Alicia, waiting with her legs already in position. Figured.

He sighed and letting his head fall back to the mat. ”Hi.”

Almost as if on cue, Dmitri started to squirm and try to get out from between her legs. Valiant effort, but a slow, groggy one. He wasn’t going anywhere. They both knew it.

The redhead hadn’t been keeping track of time either while she waited for Dmitri to rejoin the land of the conscious. It hadn’t been long enough for her to get worried, that was for sure. There was the little bit of twitching, the sudden change of breathing, the attempt to sit up that went nowhere…

The thump and the groan as he realised he probably was better off asleep.

”Hi,”

Alicia’s reply was mischievous, marked by a slight grin that really didn’t belong in the present context. Certainly, it didn’t make it seem as though she was struggling to contain him, her legs barely shifting despite Dmitri’s best efforts to move them. It couldn’t have helped that he was just coming around from a knockout but the reality was that he wasn’t going anywhere until she let him.

”I’m sorry – well, a little sorry – for this,” She went on, keeping him locked in place without really squeezing, not looking sorry no matter what she might say, ”But I’d kind of like to hear you scream a bit. So… Yeah. This is going to hurt.”

This time, Alicia had Dmitri around the ribs. She went to power down, constricting him until the bones bent. And then she’d let go, letting them bounce back to where they’d started. And then she’d pulse the thighs back down again.

And again. And again. Her expression was the bored, dominant look he’d recognise from his first experience with her bodyscissors as she looked at him over her shoulder, the one eye he’d be able to see cool and calculating as she gauged the pressure she was applying.

Alicia was smiling.

Dmitri couldn’t see her, of course. From this angle the best he could do was get a view of her back. Hardly unpleasing, to be polite about it, aside from the way she glanced back, her front was a mystery.

Didn’t matter. He could tell there was a grin on her face. A slight one. Nothing too big, but a clear indication that she was going to enjoy what she was about to do. No doubt.

"Ha." Dmitri gulped, knowing full well what was coming and not blaming Alicia in the least. It was her nature. ”Apology accept-”

Alicia wanted a scream and she got a scream, as Dmitri’s ribs bent at the maddening pressure they suddenly had to endure. She got another scream - shorter, shriller - when they no longer had to endure that pressure and expanded outwards. Before he had time to enjoy the release, though, she was right back to it.

Dmitri wondered how long she’d go at it, but had no desire to make it any longer than necessary. He pushed at her thighs in a futile attempt to get free. All he managed to do was press his palms against her iron thighs, a cold reminder of the inhuman power he was dealing with. Dmitri quickly gave that wasted effort and started sliding back towards the ropes, pushing along with his feet and trying to drag her along with him. 'Trying' being the operative word. He had good leg strength, but it would be slow going at the best, and he was rapidly running out of what little energy he had left.

While it was nice of Dmitri – gentlemanly even – to accept her apology, they both knew it didn’t really matter. Alicia was going to do it either way, and he wasn’t in any position to deny her. But he’d known what he was in for when he’d called her. Dmitri had nobody to blame but himself and he wasn’t helping by hanging on rather than tapping.

In fact, he was trying to get to the ropes. His hands pushed at the back of her thighs for a bit first, getting a good feel of the stony hamstrings that curved at the rear of her upper legs, but that was about as much use as it had been last time he tried it. All it got him was a pleased purr from Alicia, who promptly let her upper body sprawl across the mat, chin rested on her folded arms as she casually let him struggle.

After a moment, the big kickboxer decided enough was enough. She curled her upper body in towards him, looking to wrap her arms around his legs. They were his only chance of getting them to the ropes and, if she could pin them, he’d have no real choice but to lie there and take it. Lie there and take it until either he stopped being stubborn and tapped – Alicia wasn’t mean enough to ignore an outright submission – or she wrung him dry. Based on how their last session had turned out, she was banking on the second happening long before the first.

In the meantime, the redhead switched to a steady, crushing pressure, resting her head on Dmitri’s leg and doing her best to squeeze any lingering resistance out of him.