Wolves Not Far

Yuki and her fulsome friend were a focused pair, Valley would give them that. As much as she wanted to draw comparison between these three and the last psychopath who’d beaten her down, Amethyst Velour, they were much worse than that in every way. Amethyst was crazy and cruel and had no qualms hurting her, but at the end of the day, she was just a sick woman who could kind of halfway wrestle.

These three lacked Amethyst’s ranting, weren’t as easily distracted, and were dismantling her with the mechanical precision. And, come to think of it, she still wasn’t exactly sure why they were doing it.

She had only begun the early steps of getting back to her feet when she felt steely fingers pulling at her hair, yanking her up by her scalp and forcing her up the rest of the way.

Valley managed to stand, barely, and she was sent forth on wobbly feet, stumbling towards Manami’s thick-thighed friend. A spinning back embedded her foot deep into the Slamazon’s gut with enough force to send her flying back, not staggering. She wouldn’t collapsed on her back, if not for Yuki striking her on the back of her and halting all of that momentum. She was sent into the dirt once again, this time getting a faceful of it for her troubles.

A moment’s pause. A second to breath. A long, aching groan, as what would likely be a broken rib or two made itself known.

After that, Valley began to push up again, using one hand to wipe the dust of her face. ”Good...good kick.” Valley spat to the side, her saliva a mixture of dirt and blood. The look she had for the woman who just kicked her was a stern, simmering one, like a parent who’d just lost patience with her child. ”Sorry, didn’t catch your name.”

Another satisfied customer, it seems. Fumika had carried herself with a distinct pride in her legs, doing her best to show them off whenever the opportunity arose. By all accounts, Valley should consider herself lucky to be given the chance to witness such grace up close.

Her blonde partner’s ruggedness however...that move was probably less appreciated. The fact that she was forming words was impressive enough. More than a few people had been knocked out clean from that usual combination of theirs. Suppose it was the dirt she had to thank for that.

While Yuki gave her arm a couple cranks after putting the champion face first into the ground, Fumika stopped in her tracks a foot or two away, smiling down at the Californian. It was a rare thing, to see someone who actually cared for the Of course, those itnentions weren’t likely born from any notions of friendliness or courtesy, but more likely to fill out a vengeful list once all had been said and done, but the blue-eyed beauty was happy to give it all the same.

Her answer would be cut short, however, as Yuki leaned down and grabbed the back of Valley’s head to slam her face back down into the dirt. She scoffed as she stood back up. This nonchalant shit was getting on her nerves.

“Didn’t give it.” She raised her boot high above Valley’s head. “Bite down.”

“Don't be so brash, Yuki-san.” Yuki stopped her foot and gave her cool-headed compatriot a sidelong glance as she approached, bringing her boot back down beside Valley's head. "It was only a question, Yuki-san. There’s no need to be such a stick in...well, champion in the mud, I suppose.” She giggled as she strutted over to the Slamazon, cupping the woman's head in her hands and locking their eyes together. “How about this, Ms. Dolores? If you can stay awake for the next ten seconds, I’ll tell you. Fair?”

She didn’t care for her reply, of course. Fumika yank the woman to the side and step over shoulders, bringing her head between her thighs as she forced the woman’s gaze skyward, wrenching her up. Her steel thighs clamped around her head as she began the countdown, mentally clocking down. Simple, from as far as the Californian could tell, but if she believed this was all they had in store for a champion, she was sorely mistaken. Yuki kneeled down behind her fellow wolf, bringing her knee underneath Valley’s body. As Fumika choked the life out of her, Yuki would bring down her elbow again and again into her gut.

10...9...8...

In reality, knowing this woman’s name probably didn’t mean much at all. She would certainly figure it out sooner or later, whenever she had the chance to get her hands on a phone and do a quick search for Manami’s accomplices. It wouldn’t help her now, for certain. Wouldn’t make the pain she was feeling now lessen one bit. Wouldn’t give her any strength back.

Really, she was just curious. If this woman was going to be knocking her senseless for the next few minutes, it would’ve been nice to at least have a name to go with it.

Yuki, however, seemed to disagree. Strongly.

That was the impression that Valley got when her face was slammed into the dirt, anyway. Valley hissed into the dirt, closing her mouth tight, shutting her eyes down hard, steeling herself for the pain to come...but it never came. Instead, her head was lifted up, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself staring at a bright, shining face. One with a fun little challenge for her. Ten seconds, between those thighs. The biggest pair she’d seen since Alicia.

She took a deep breath in preparation, and her head went in between them, the pressure went up, and an unsolicited, hoarse scream came from Valley’s mouth as her skull was crushing between a steel vice. The legs engulfed her ear, cutting off all sound, and her body thrashed about like electricity was running through her bones…

...but that wasn’t the worst of it. Elbows crashed into her stomach, driving down like daggers, and all Valley could do was hold up her arms in a feeble attempt to knock the elbows away. It didn’t work, at all, and she wound up flopping about like a dying fish as the seconds ticked away.

Her vision turned hazy, stars formed in her eyes, and she could feel the life draining out her body like it was being sucked out through a straw. She clenched her teeth hard, gripped her fists, did everything she could to resist and keep the lights. She tried to keep the count going in her head, something to focus on, but the lack of air made even the simple act of counting a task.

Was it over? She thought it was. She wasn’t sure. Couldn’t really tell the time. Couldn’t do much of anything, but struggle to hang on as her brain started to shut down.

Just a little more...just a little more...

7...6...5…

Fumika kept on pouring on as much pressure as she could, each and every twitch of her thighs adding another ounce of pressure. As her iron thighs continued to wear the Slamazon’s skull, cut the circulation to her head, the blue-eyed wolf kept a pleasant smile that stretched from ear to ear, watching the life fade from her prey with each passing second.

To Valley’s credit, she had at least attempted to ease the punishment headed her way. She hadn’t expected Yuki to have been so aggressive in her assistance. There was a certain energy that she couldn’t help but notice as she looked over her shoulder to see the wolf tore into the champion’s gut. The pace, the focus in her eyes. Despite having never spent a second alone with the woman planted on her knee, she’d struck her again and again with the weight of a thousand grudges.

Perhaps it was the Wolf Mother, strengthening her resolve from afar.

4...3...

Hm. She was still conscious. She expected her to have stepped on Death’s door at least once by now. They may have underestimated this woman’s resolve. Fumika only snickered as she crossed one leg over the other and upped the pressure for the last few seconds, enough to dislocate a few notches in the neck if need be.

2...1…

Oh well. Some hares were always harder to catch.

“Zero.”

Fumika released her hold around Valley’s head the moment that word left her mouth, letting the champion fall back down to the floor. Yuki seemed less than enthusiastic about this defeat and threw one last shot to the gut before standing back up.

“Fumika Hua.” She said, looking down with her hands behind her. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Valerie-san. You’re very strong. I see why you hold the Entropy belt.” She cocked her head to the side, narrowing her eyes as her smile grew thinner. “In that case, why not another ten seconds?”

Dropping down, the She-Wolf would immediately move to put Valley’s in a figure-four between her legs. At the same time, Yuki would move behind the two to grab onto Valley’s legs. Sitting down and hooking them together, she’d establish a figure-four of her own to wear down the champion from below.

The part where Fumika let her go was the worst of it, surprisingly. Not that Valley was enjoying any of it before, of course. She was in pure hell, feeling the unending pressure coming down on, denying her of air, of sound, even of light - those thighs were so large that they came perilously close to cutting her vision entirely.

But when she released her, it was if every bone rushed back into place, and that sensation was torture in and of itself, along with the harsh elbow that dug into her stomach and drilled her into the ground. This time, there was no heroic attempt to rise, no pithy words, not even a hate-filled glare, though Valley would’ve surely done all those things if she could. Could.

But she couldn’t. Couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but lay on the ground, writhing about as her body refused to listen to a single order she gave it. She took up the fetal position and began to suck in air, refilling her lungs as best she could. Valley had the strong feeling she wouldn't’ be given much time for it.

She was right.

”Gah, damn it-” Valley put up a feeble struggle as her head was once again forced into Fumika’s tree trunk thighs, this time for a figure-four headlock - or the ValleyLock, as she called it. She didn’t know if using her own signature against her was meant to be a dig or just random happenstance, but it hardly mattered. It was rough, it was painful, and it was made doubly so when Yuki got involved and threw a leglock into the mix.

What happened was nothing short of pure torture, as she had to deal with torturous agony on two fronts, ripping her apart like taffy. Her hands took on a life of their own, clawing at Fumika’s thighs, digging in the dirt, slapping the ground, anything and everything in a desperate bid for relief that was never coming.

Oh. Fumika had just realized she’d forgotten to start the countdown again. That was unfortunate. Spur of the moment, she assumed.

In her defense, this woman was being a bit more persistent than she had any right to be. Most people between her legs would just learn to accept the position they were in. Even if they didn’t, their struggles had at least died down at this point, be it from fatigue or damage from the pressure. Valley didn’t. Even if the flame in her eyes was visibly dying out, a last-ditch reservoir of energy seemed to keep her kicking.

Made it hard to focus. Hard to get a good read on her when she was making a ruckus like this, slapping every which way like a trapped animal.Oh well. Suppose she’ll actually have to try now. Fumika joined her blonde-haired compatriot in doubling down on the figure-four, leaning back and increasing the torque, pouring every muscle in her legs to leave the Entropy champion lifeless.

Once she was sure she’d gone a full ten seconds - which may have been a couple overdue in hindsight - the wolves released their leglocks. With a slight tilt of the head, Fumika would give a quick once-over of the Californian over before looking to her partner.

“Hm. What do you think? Has she had enough of this treatment? There may still be plenty of resistance left in her.”

“Lemme check.”

She should have expected that response. Yuki reached down and grabbed two rough handfuls of Valley’s golden locks. She didn’t bother wasting the energy trying to yank the woman up to two feet, preferring to just haul her across the grass as she took slow steps away from the walkway. Stopping right in front of the sturdiest tree she could find, her grip would shift to the back of Valley’s head as she propped her upright and proceeded to slam the champion’s face against the bark.

There wasn’t much of any wind-up to the motion. Didn’t need to waste that kind of time. Just four quick slams that rattled the branches above, shaking a few leaves free from their stems. The last one was more of a throw, as the bleached blonde attempt to paint the tree with the Slamazon’s body. She leaned down and grabbed Valley by the shoulders, turning her around to lean back against the tree. Her work done, Yuki would turn to the side and walk a couple paces away from the woman.

“All yours.”

That was the only warning Valley would receive as the other wolf sprung into action. Gaining speed, then quickly springing into the air, Fumika would aim a dropkick straight for the center of Valley’s chest.

God, Haley was beautiful when they first met. She was always beautiful, of course, this rare mix of sexy and cute that seemed impossible for mortal women to properly pull off, but Valley could never forget how absolutely stunning she was the first time they crossed paths. They met at that bar - what was the name? Couldn’t remember. Regardless, they’d met there to talk about their upcoming match against each other, probably make sure they weren’t facing another crazy person like their earlier opponents, but what they got was so much more.

They like the same things. Found each other so amusing. Talked to each other, played with each other, danced with each other. It just sort of clicked. Valley was at that table, smiling and trying to look so confident, when she was so nervous under the surface. There was chemistry here, and she really wanted to…

...to…

”Guh!” Valley’s eye burst opened and the light flooded in, forcing her to shut them hard right away. Where was she? Her hair, it was being yanked, she was being dragged on the ground, how did she get here, when did this happen-

Manami, Yuki, Fumika.

Those three names popped into her consciousness, and all the recent memories followed with them, as her brain did a hard reset. Fumika - or was it Yuki? The blonde one, she’d been crushing her head in those thick thighs of hers, while the other tore her legs apart with a figure-four. She’d tried to fight, but the lights went out eventually, though she doubt that prompted either of them to stop. She was back to reality now, just in time for whatever was happening now, her body twitching about as she was hauled through the dirt like an overstuffed trash bag.

Couldn’t move her legs. Couldn’t move her neck. All the she could do was be hauled along, limp and lifeless, until she was brought face to face with a nearby tree. ”God-”

The first hit left her dizzy and hazy, had her reeling, and the subsequent punishment only worsened that exponentially, maiming her with each impact. By the time it was over, Valley’s face was a bleeding mess, broken nose and split lip, and she was well on her way back to that blissful place she’d been before waking up.

She might have made it, too, if not for the cannonball that Fumika unloaded in her chest. The dropkick was precise and powerful, landing right on its mark and drilling Valley into the tree. Ribs broken? Certainly. She wouldn’t be able to knock how many until she had a scan, but her upper body was awash with pain and her insides were churning. She let out the cry of a dying animal, hoarse and horrid, before slumping to the side and laying there, her blank face half-obscured by the grass.

That one sounded like it hurt. Behind her, Yuki could hear the bark give against the impact. The trees swayed and the leaves fell from above, swaying in the light breeze that came over them before touching gently against the earth. Fumika rolled slightly off to the side before standing up, brushing off the dirt at her legs and looking down with a broad smile on her lips. The bleached blonde didn’t bat an eye behind her.

Instead, she placed her hands in her pockets as her vision traveled upward towards the many leaves and petals blossoming in the spring season. She watched the buds and their pink contrast against the clear blue sky as they hung carelessly above her. It was just for a moment. These days could be so boring, honestly. With half-lidded eyes, she blinked once, a bit of the sun getting in her eyes, before bringing her gaze forward and turning around to look at the champion at their feet.

Fumika knelt down, tilting her head slightly while running her eyes up and down from Valley’s body, from her face to the slight twitch of hips. She quirked an eyebrow, noting the blank expression that had befallen her countenance. The blue-eyed beauty looked up to Yuki, who was looking down at the champion with half perplexion, half indifference.

“Would you think of her to be the type to play dead? That’d be an awfully unimpressive way to end one's career."

“She ain’t gone.” Yuki kicked the champion in the thigh. “She’s just soft. Fucking waste.”

“Good.” Manami called, catching their attention as she sat on the table, one leg crossed over the other. “Come. We’ve spent enough time here as it is.”

They both gave a solemn nod towards the eldest wolf. Fumika took graceful steps towards the woman’s side while Yuki leaned down and grabbed both sides of Valley’s head. Hoisting the champion up to two feet, she crouched down and hefted the woman over her shoulders. Clamping one hand on her thigh and another on her neck, she’d stand up to put the dreary Slamazon in a tight torture rack.

With that done, she’d walk slowly over to the rest of the Pack, raising her shoulders up and down with each to step to make the walk as agonizing as possible. Upon reaching the signing table, she’d life the Californian over her head and drop her right down on the table, presenting her kill to the ravenous smile of the Wolf Mother. Her gaze shifted slowly from the woman to her

“I have to say to you, Val, this is rather cumbersome. How can you stand wearing it all the time?” She brushed the hair away from her forehead, turning Valley’s head towards her as she did. Her gaze narrowed as their eyes met. “It must be relief, not having to drag this hunk of metal around everywhere any more.”

It was all Valley could do to just lay there and breath, clinging on to conscious on the ground. She kept fading in and out of reality - one moment she would have a good grasp of her surroundings, felt like she might be able to do something handy like move her limbs without assitance, but then all the energy would flee her body at once, leaving her a limp lump on the ground.

She’d been wrong. When this had started a few minutes ago, she’d been ready to write this off as just another beat down, the kind that came with the territory whenever you had a belt around your waste. It wasn’t her first time in the rodeo, and she knew how it went. She thought she knew, anyway.

That time Amethyst Velour jumped her in the weight room and left her laying? That was bad.

That time she had a hardcore match with Mitzi Moon, the Slamazons Hardcore Champ? That was bad, too.

But this was so much worse than those two times combined. The woman that Yuki lifted up onto her shoulders was a broken shell of a woman. Ragged closes, a face that was slick with mud and blood, with weak, whimpering cries coming from her unbidden, growing as her back was bent into an unnatural angle.

She was dumb on the table, plopped down with uncaring ease, and she was so broken that she could scarcely move, even as Manami came over to toy with her face, taunting her from above, holding the title that Valley Doll had worked so hard to earn. Everything she’d gone through, all the pain she’d endured for the Entropy Title, and the cocky little brat held it like a toy she’d found on the sidewalk.

Valley reached out for it, stretched her quivering hand, and thought she might actually touch it for a second...but her strength gave way, and the arm dropped . Too much energy.

All she could do was stare at Manami, breathing raspy breaths, too hammered to even muster a proper look of hatred.

What did Manami love best about tearing people like Valley apart?

Aside from the cries of agony, the opportunity to experiment, the sound of rending flesh from bone, and spreading her name far and wide as she did so?

The look at the end of it all.

Without a doubt, that look that everyone gave her in the final moments of their personal hell. No two expressions were ever alike. Some made silent please in agony, others filled to the brim with rage at the inexorable force looking angrily over them, both silently cursing their futility. A rare few were like the woman before her, looking up without being able to find the strength to even express their defiance.

But the best part about it all was seeing the light fading in the eyes. The last of their great, blazing fire being snuffed out by the reality they were forced to endure. Champion? Veteran? Rookie? Inane nonsense, all of it. Masks to hide their own securities. They’d all been hiding in their delusions for too long and she’d rip them out of it soon enough.

Starting with this one.

Manami looked on, her eyes narrowing in a dejected glare as Valley attempted to weakly grasp for the adornment over her shoulder. It was the closest Manami could describe feeling pity for someone completely undeserving of it. If the last thing she could think of in these last moments was some oversized, embellished piece of metal, she was never fit to wield the title in the first place. This wasn’t how a warrior accepted their end.

“That's sad. That is very, very sad. It reminds me of a certain pink-haired halfwit that clung to her dreams of being the strongest. Someone who let their imagination cloud how frail and pathetic they truly were. And yes, she broke just as easily."

She leaned forward, her eyes never leaving the Slamazon’s as she brought their faces close together. Despite the proximity, their noses practically touching as she brought their heads into alignment, Manami refused to whisper her words. While Valley was still with her, she wanted to make sure she understood.

“You should be more careful with who you invite to your table from now on. You’re a champion, Valley. There are always wolves at the door.” She reared her head back slightly. “I’m doing you a kindness. You’ll thank me for it. In time.”

She stepped back from the table. With one thumb on her neck, she made a throat-slashing gesture to the two on the opposite side of the table. “Korose.”

Immediately, Yuki climbed on top of the table and grabbed Valley by her legs, flipping her on the surface like a fish over the flame. Facing away from her, she’d reached down and hoist the woman up and place her legs over her shoulders. The moment she did, Fumika joined her on the table, putting her back to Valley’s and reaching behind to lock their arms together at the elbows. Looking behind to meet the other’s gaze, Yuki would give her compatriot a single nod before they both faced forward and promptly kicked their legs out, falling down and ramming Valley’s head into the table with a double vertebreaker, sending the champion to oblivion in the blink of an eye.