Fool Me Twice

Little did the “loving” pair know, they were given more company than they likely wanted as their tussle came to a close. A dark-haired figure had slinked into the first row minutes before, her steps as quiet as possible given the fact that she was likely sorely overdressed in stylish heels to match her skirt and blouse. But the two were so into their little tussle, and the arena and the man’s groaning so capable of swallowing the sounds of her approach, that she had been completely stealthy so far.

Admittedly, watching what went on was more than enough to get her a little excited.

And all the more eager to give this cocky British airhead the squeezing of her lifetime.

And, admittedly, the heels would probably help, as Lexy Kitt, having taken their intimate finish as her cue to start moving, quietly approached the pair from behind the one she had been told was Alicia and heaved her leg back to deliver a punt right into the side of Alicia’s skull as soon as she came into the Brit’s peripheral.

As anyone could have seen, Alicia hadn’t been paying much attention to her surroundings at all, not entirely unusual for her when she was in a fight. Her immediate situational awareness was pretty good but the idea of someone skulking in the arena? Hadn’t even occurred to her. On top of that, the redhead might not have been exhausted by any stretch of the imagination, but squeezing Dmitri dry like a metaphorical towel through a mangle had definitely taken its toll. Match or not, coming at the end of a day of working out and training, she most certainly wasn’t at her best.

And, at that moment in particular, her world had more or less shrunk to herself and Dmitri. Her only interest was in making sure he was actually unconscious, which he pretty clearly was, and then making sure he was also ok. Under normal circumstances, she’d be leaving that to the ref and the opposing coach and all the other hangers-on. But, as it was just the two of them (or so she thought), it was a duty Alicia was happy to take upon herself.

She’d satisfied herself that he was just taking a nap and was about to rise to her feet, intending to go and grab the pillow and a water bottle or two, when-

Something hit her. Hard.

In retrospect, it was pretty obviously a kick but at the time Alicia was caught completely off guard. A small clap of thunder detonated inside her skull and she went tumbling off, away from Dmitri with a ringing in her ears.

Despite the lack of loud, crude gloating, her first thought went immediately to River Styx – whoever had just hit her certainly hit hard enough for it to be the bald brawler.

Damn, this had been stupid. They’d practically given Styx and her cronies a free shot at her.

So, one can imagine the big redhead’s surprise as she groggily pulled herself up on the ropes, shaking the cobwebs from her head, to be confronted by-

Her second shock in under a minute.

She frowned, uncertainly taking in the raven-haired woman now in the ring in her skirt and blouse and… fishnets?

”Who the hell are you?” She demanded, anger started to replace her initial confusion.

A satisfying sting accompanied the top of Lexy’s foot as she drew it back from her impact with the side of Alicia’s inflated head.

What was most satisfying, though, was watching the woman whom she had been informed considered herself some sort of scissor queen around these parts – and considering how overconfidently she had manhandled this pathetic shrimp of a man, Lexy believed this information accurate – crumple to the mat from the force of the kick and slowly peel herself up by way of the ropes. She wouldn’t feel so impressive with a knot on the side of her head and a superior woman standing over her.

A superior woman who planned to squeeze her into oblivion before ten minutes had passed. With that in mind, the long-legged brunette only took a moment to pose in victory from the kick – oh how she wished she could have brought along a camera, but that just wouldn’t do with the graphic punishment she planned to unleash – and strode over to where Alicia wavered and demanded to know who she was. That, Lexy could offer, especially after the point she was going to prove.

She smirked as she answered, but she didn’t slow her stride. ”Lexy Kitt. Translation – better than you, and I’m about to show you why.”

Her leg came up again as she closed in, her heel heading for the side of Alicia's knee with wicked speed and suddenness.

Come on. Come on. There was no way that Alicia could have got through a decade of kickboxing without being kicked in the head before. No way. And the kick in question, while it was undoubtedly up there in power, wasn’t that good when it came to skill. She’d taken much more impressive kicks.

If Alicia had been fresh and if she’d been prepared for it… Ah, but she wasn’t fresh and she’d not been prepared and, as a result, the brunette’s shot had left her stunned. The ring wasn’t spinning, she wasn’t seeing stars or anything, but getting up without the ropes wasn’t on the cards.

For a moment, she wondered if that was why the name didn’t ring any bells. With her bell well and truly rung by the punt to her head, she still didn’t recognise this woman, the name wasn’t familiar either… And she couldn’t be entirely sure if that was thanks to the kick or what.

Her instincts were telling her to stand, to defend herself. But fatigue was slowing her down, Lexy having given her just long enough for the adrenaline from her bout with Dmitri to subside, and again being kicked in the head hadn’t helped.

So she was still on one knee as Lexy approached, trying to parse what she’d just been told.

Better than her? What?

Showing her why wasn’t hard to get though and the redhead was doing her best to move faster when the next attack came in.

While Lexy’s skill might not be top-notch, Alicia really couldn’t fault her speed. Her reactions might be slowed, but she was barely raising her arms to counter when the big brunette’s heel just… Blew her leg out from under her. You could have thighs like Alicia’s, calves to match, and it all didn’t matter.

The knee was still a weak point and the redhead’s were no exception.

Alicia went from being up on one knee, arms on the ropes, to slumped in a heap at the base of the ropes. She was clutching at her abused joint, glaring up at Lexy.