Bad vs Evil Part II: Alicia Wells vs the Valkyries

While her senses were ready and waiting for the hit in the back she almost expected to be coming, Alicia hadn’t started to turning to follow Mako. Let’s face it, by doing that she’d just be turning her back on the other two. And she really couldn’t be bothered.

She let them chat, let the three of them work out which of them was getting flattened first. It turned out to be the one hanging around in the background, who seemed to be somewhat reluctant. Too bad, so sad for her then.

The other two dropped out, a ref slid in and Alicia turned to face her first opponent.

The Valkyrie facing her, the darkest skinned of the trio, looked to be almost as tall as she was. But not quite and lighter into the bargain. She also looked decidedly like she didn’t want to be here, but that was absolutely fine with Alicia.

After all, she wouldn’t be in the ring or this match for long.

The big redhead cracked her knuckles, then her neck. The bell rang.

And Alicia shot forward, feet skimming across the mat as she closed the gap between her and the Valkyrie faster than she looked capable of managing.

This time, she didn’t pause for a kick. Instead, the British amazon just kept on going, aiming to cut Devine off and cut her in half with a powerful knee to the belly.

If it succeeded, Alicia would immediately reset her stance and go for a second knee – this one aimed for her opponent’s chin, looking to use her hands to pull the Valkyrie’s head down to add further punch to the hit.

Devine had a bad feeling about Alicia.

It wasn’t just the fact that she was noticeably bigger in every single area of her body - save the chest, maybe. It wasn’t just that, from what she’d seen of that Nobu match, her opponent clearly had a real fighting background. MMA, mixed martial arts, UFC, whatever. It wasn’t a world she knew or cared much about before this moment. It wasn’t the fact that Devine didn’t have a singles win under her name, and while she had moves and could wrestle, she did the bare minimum level of training necessary to stay ready for the ring.

No, what really made her senses tingle was that look in Alicia’s eye. That hungry, crazy, blood-in-the-water, look, like she was imagining how hard it would be for Devine’s bones to break. It gave her the creeps, and this feeling didn’t go away when the bell rang and the match started. Not that Devine really had long to contemplate it. What with the knee in her stomach and all.

She honestly wasn’t even sure when it happened. She’d been standing there like a deer in the headlights, thinking what she could do with this woman, contemplating how some seduction might go over. Alicia was approaching, but she thought she’d have time enough to think. The redhead was built like a living machine, she couldn’t have been that fast.

Devine was wrong on that point. So wrong.

The knee to her stomach bent Devine in half, folding her at a perfect 90° angle. She opened her mouth for a scream, only to have it silenced before it could come out, as another knee crashed into her chin terrifying impact.

Devine collapsed to the mat. The crowd cheered.

For a second, it looked like Devine wasn’t going to move, and that, maybe, she couldn’t move. That thought went away when the Valkyrie twitched and started to stir on the mat. She wasn’t moving much, slowly squirming about like she’d only now woken up from a deep sleep. But she was still awake. How long that would last, though, was a fair question...

If this had been a match solely between her and Devine, Alicia would have been fuming at this point.

But it wasn’t and she wasn’t, because this was just clearing out the rubbish before she got to the next Valkyrie on her list.

So when Devine failed to move at all, failed to even try and block the knee to the gut and then took the followup straight to the chin…

Alicia just rolled her eyes. Admittedly, that was partly at the loud cheering she was currently receiving from the fans, who apparently either liked her a lot more than their Friction cousins or hated this team a lot more than they did her.

Either way, it hardly mattered.

Resting momentarily against the ropes, the big redhead waited to see if that’d do it – she didn’t see any point in putting any more effort into this than she had to – only to shrug when Devine showed signs of life.

Well, that was her choice.

Alicia strode over, dropping down to the mat besides the twitching wreckage of the Valkyrie. Without fanfare, she tugged the other woman’s head high up between her thick thighs, her big lower limbs wrapping tight around Devine’s skull from behind – her jaw, her ears.

Then she stretched her legs out, crossed her ankles and immediately bridged up on her hands. Alicia’s goal was an instant submission and, to that end, she was squeezing as tight as she could short of breaking the other wrestler’s skull.

From ringside, the other Valkyries watched the match - if you could even rightly call it that - with mixed reactions. Stone’s face hardened the second Devine went down, surprised by the sheer brutality and speed Alicia could bring to bear. It was staggering, and something she was taking quite seriously since she’d likely have to be facing it herself in a few moments. She was already taking off her jacket and doing a few stretches, getting nice and limber.

Mako just folded her arms and smirked, taking some mental notes. Devine was a good feeler, a nice way to start things off. Stone would do the job, though, and even if she didn’t, Mako could handle whatever was left. Not too worried.

Devine didn’t notice either reaction, though. As she stirred back to life, she only really noticed two things: the roaring crowd and the feel of someone grabbing her head and lifting it up.

It took her a moment to realize that the large, hard things wrapping around her head were actually a pair of legs. Legs that was closing in on her head, growing tighter and tighter and tighter, and-

Devine let out a shrill shriek as skull began to crack under the intense pressure of Alicia’s scissorhold, feeling every bit of the insane power. She didn’t tap - at least, she didn’t think about tapping, what with all the pain going through her head, forcing out any rational thought. It was like her body tapped for her, instinctively knowing it had to do something to escape this, and there was only one way to be free.

The referee immediately called for the first bell and the announcer made it official. ”Devine has been eliminated!”

That hadn’t taken long. That hadn’t taken long at all, whether someone was talking about the bout as a whole or how long it took Devine to tap to Alicia’s headscissors. The crowd’s cheering spiked as the wrestler the redhead had turned into a victim screamed, but they weren’t given long to enjoy it.

As expected and as Alicia had wanted, the Valkyrie’s frantic submission came almost instantly. Within seconds, in fact, she heard the frantic, desperate slapping on the mat.

Then the bell rang, though the gap between one and the other probably felt closer to an eternity for the woman on the receiving end.

Devine’s submission brought her instant relief from the fleshy walls closing around her skull, Alicia releasing her scissors as soon as she heard the announcer’s voice over the speakers. It wouldn’t give the Valkyrie relief for long, however, as the redhead planted a foot on one shoulder and languidly shoved the other wrestler’s wreckage away from her.

Languidly perhaps, but still with a good dose of power behind it, enough to clear Devine out of the ring with any luck.

Either way, Alicia then rose to her feet with that toothy, vicious smirk in place. Turning to the other two, she brought up a hand and beckoned them on.

She might not be saying it out loud, but it was fairly clear what the big redhead’s intent was.

Who, she was asking, wanted to be next.

And so ended the worst thirty seconds of Devine’s life.

It might've been a little longer than that, too. Sure, Alicia let up when the referee called for the bell and there was no need to get the Jaws of Life, but she honestly couldn't even tell for the first few seconds. The pain just kept going without her legs, as she sputtered and flopped about on the mat like a fish out of water.

She should've been insulted when Alicia kicked her out of the ring like so much trash, but frankly, she was just happy to not be in that ring for a second longer than she had to. As she rolled under the bottom rope and fell to the floor, coughing and gasping all the way, she made a mental note to have a long, intense discussion with Mako about her role on this ‘team’.

Meanwhile, with one Valkyrie down, the crowd was anxious to see if Alicia the Destroyer could go two for two - the remaining ones formed the meat of the team, after all, and had both held their own victories over strong opponents in Tension. Stone or Mako would've been hard goes apart, but one after the other?

Stone was already doing stretches on the outside of the ring, pumping herself up. She knew Mako well enough to know where this was going, and when her leader gave her the nod, she moved without hesitation.

She leaped up to the apron in one bound, then grabbed the ropes and vaulted over in another, displaying agility to go along with her solid frame, one that was immediately comparable with Alicia’s. While she lacked the ravaging redhead’s sheer leg power, her muscle was certainly spread all over, as if the traditional mold of a male wrestler had been fit into a woman’s body.

Stone gave her knuckles a final crack and stepped forward, making her way to the middle of the ring as the referee prepared to reset.

So, it looked like Mako wanted to be last – that was fine with the redhead.

First or last or in the middle – it was all the same to her.

Instead, she got the other lackie and… well…

Alicia was tall, for a woman. In Japan in particular, she dominated most rooms she was in by virtue of her height and that blaze of red hair atop her head. In Stone, however, she had found one of the few people who not only matched her but exceeded her own five feet and ten inches – the Valkyrie had to be six feet. And she was built to match; while Alicia was broader at the hips and brawnier in the thighs, Stone was certainly more than her equal when it came to the upper body.

Not as burly as the detestable River Styx, but still clearly someone to reckon with. Alicia wouldn’t be able to simply bully her as she had Devine.

Nor was she slow in the slightest as her impressive vault over the ropes showed.

Alicia’s smirk widened sharply. Oh, this was going to be a lot of fun, she could already tell.

Cracking her own knuckles, the big redhead began to circle Stone, eyes fixed intently on the latest of her opponents. She was suddenly very curious to see what this one brought to the table, up close and personal, because something told her that Stone had a bit more up her sleeve than just power moves.

That meant waiting until the bell rang again, before the redhead shot in almost as if she intended to replay her attack on Devine.

Instead, however, she went for the thigh, looking to hobble the bigger woman if she could. It’d take a few hits but might as well get started.

Stone didn’t return Alicia’s little devil smile as the two of them faced off. In fact, she hardly made any expression at all, making for a stark contrast between the two towering combatants. There was a raw energy to Alicia, proof of how much she enjoyed combat, a wild hunger in her eyes. Stone was true to her namesake - calm, focused, unwavering, solid. Her eyes followed Alicia around the ring, never missing a beat, always on target, ignoring the roar of the crowd and even the calls from Devine at ringside...or what was left of Devine, anyway.

”The fuck are you waiting for?” She called out, as she leaned against the apron for much-needed support. ”Get her! Kick her ass, Stone!”

No, Stone was not going to be rushing into this. She was bigger than Devine, better in combat, but all the same, she knew those legs could take her out if she wasn’t careful, one way or the other. She recognized the danger, but she was still an unknown quantity to her opponent. The element of surprise was on her side for the moment, and there was no way she wouldn’t use that.

She kept her stance loose as Alicia circled, with her arms up and open and her legs wide and stable, a position for defense. She didn’t have to wait long to test it out, either, since Alicia didn’t seem big on waiting for her meals. In she came, fast and hard.

Alicia might have been going for the thigh, but what she got was a shin. Stone raised up her leg as the strike and turned her body just enough for their lower legs to collide, hitting each other in a way that probably wasn’t all that pleasant for either of them. On Stone’s end, it send a shock running through her legs and rattled her bones. Even though she’d had a great position when it connected, the sheer brute force of the blow was enough to knock her a step away. She recovered quick enough, but all the same, it was a good lesson to learn.

Stone moved back in immediately, wanting to return fire before Alicia could slam her about with another kick. She lashed out with a powerful right cross aimed at the center of the Briton’s chest, throwing her weight behind the blow for some extra power, an attempt to drive her back.