PDSM vs. Wolf and Cub - Old Fashioned

It was frustrating, being in this older body. His muscles were in a sort of transition, he found - they still thought they had the stamina of his youth to back up his moves, that they could do things they seriously couldn’t, that he was capable of his younger feets. There were times he’d attempt something at the same speed he’d once been able to, only to trip up when his body shut the effort down. He was getting better at it everyday, learning the newer limits, but it was a process, and he wasn’t sure when or even if he’d truly be done with it.

This was a prime example. He wanted to stand right up, told his body that was the plan, but it wouldn’t cooperate nearly quick enough to his liking.

Okay, old man. Get it together. You have to get your head back into the game, move it, before-

He caught Selina moving at the last second, saw her coming out of the corner of his vision, but he wasn’t in any position to do a thing about it until it was far too late. Her knee crashed against his skull, his world went blurry, and down he went, this time coming down flat on his chest. He wasn’t all the way out, not even close, but he wouldn’t be moving much for a little while, that was clear. He was out of it, only able to hear the roaring crowd and his daughter calling out to him in the distance.

Like a coup de grace, Selina’s knee delivered the final blow that would bring Wolf all the way to the floor. The world outside the ring cringe as Wolf’s skull visibly shook from the sharp blow, only imagining the sharp pain he must have felt, especially due to the surprising nature of the attack. Many of his fans cheered for him to rise like he would in the old days. To stand up against his opponent and shake the attack off as though it were nothing. Instead, all they heard was dear Cheyenne’s shouts to her father, and the hyena-like laughter of Selina. She was like a spider claiming its prize. She didn’t care to be subtle, crawling onto his back, one hand pressing his face into the ground as she eyed his neck, like a beast looking to feast. It was only thanks to another harsh, violent voice that Selina didn’t get to go any further with her torment.

“Selina! Stop hogging it all for yourself! I didn’t show up to watch you fuck around!”

“Aww, but he’s miiiiiinnnneeee.”

“Fuck off, you did enough! And at this rate the brat isn’t ever coming out!”

“You really need to work on your patience, Día~ You can’t enjoy a meal if you eat it all in one bite!”

Selina finally stood up, not at all caring she did so right on Wolf’s back. With a slight adjustment to her balance, she actually jumped off of the downed man, putting a little extra strain on his back before impacting the floor next to him. Selina gave one last look at wolf before sighing and tagging Día in.

“At least make it entertaining. He is a poor old boy who needs lots of TLC~”

Día simply scowled, walking over towards her down foe and immediately setting to work on her victim. If wolf was still dazed, then Día would have no trouble picking up his arm and placing a foot right at his shoulder joint. Without mercy she would tug hard enough to be painful, but just under the point of any serious damage, as to keep the referees worries at bay.

On the sidelines, Cheyenne hung back and groaned, watching as her father had a...less than impressive debut. She wanted to be surprised by the way this was going, but deep down, she knew she shouldn’t be. She knew he’d had reservations about her wrestling, but she’d just assumed that extended to hentai matches, that he’d be fine to let her roam free in a standard match - but nope, even here, he was playing up the ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’ angle. Which could be cute, sometimes, really. Just not when the result was him getting clocked in the back of his skull.

She looked on as Selina started to move in, looking to work him over. Luckily - or unluckily, depended on the view - her partner wanted to get in on the action, and the two made a tag after some banter. That gave her Dad some time to recover. Just not enough.

He’d just started to push his way up when she seized his arm and brought her foot down on it, bending it in a direction that God never intended. He cried out, a lone bark, before he snapped his mouth shut and tried to keep the growling at a minimum, fighting the pain, but there was only so much he could with it. Cheyenne got the impression that Dia was the smarter woman, here, which meant that his pain and problems were only beginning.

Knowing that he needed to make a stand, Wolf pressed his fist again the floor and started to push up, fighting past the pain as best he could, attempting to throw Dia off and escape the hold.

Blood red eyes met with Wolf’s strained expression. Día’s grip was strong, her fingers wrapped around the joint in her adversary’s wrist, squeezing it tight as her foot dug into his shoulder. A pain that struck on two fronts, working two joints of the same limb with cruel precision. His bark seemed to light a flame in the demon’s eyes, even behind her hoods red lenses. Her scowl seemed to disappear as Wolf’s groan was suddenly cut off. Perhaps she was seeing what it was he was planning. A simple click of her tongue was her response as the professional wrestler began to push himself up, an annoyed grimace flashing across her face.

Día let him use his strength, doubtlessly burning his one good arm while giving her better leverage for his trapped limb. She watched Wolf carefully, her eyes watching Wolf slowly push himself off the floor. It was such a strange experience, watching some one push through the doubtlessly excruciating pain, putting their all to escape it while sitting at the very heart of the danger. It wasn’t something Día had seen very often, and the fact that Wolf was actually making progress made it all the more insane.

She pushed her foot further into his shoulder, twisting his wrist to try and discourage him from pushing any further. Alas, it was a sinking ship. Wolf had passed the point wherein Día could inflict maximum damage with her hold. So long as he continued to persevere, he would make it up from the floor.

She wouldn’t allow herself to be around when that happened.

Día released Wolf from her clutches, only to send a sharp kick towards his bulky rib cage. Even if she fled, she wouldn’t let a chance to shock pain into her foe. Should her kick hit, she planned to simply dash to his opposite side to throw another punch to blast across his jaw!

This was going poorly, but Wolf wasn’t going to let himself panic. That was the trick with these scenarios, in his experience - so many wrestlers got caught up in a match when things didn’t go their way, getting lost in the moment, too wrapped up in things to make sense of their situation. As far as Wolf was concerned, it was just a matter of taking a moment and understanding your situation.

Dia had him good, he couldn’t deny that, but he was resisting her, pushing up, gaining ground with each passing second. It was only a matter of time before he rose fully, and from there, only a matter of time before he retook control of this match. Just a little more, a little higher, and-

To her credit, Dia seemingly had the sense to not let things play out the way he was hoping. She released him at the last second, taking him by surprise, and rewarding his tenacity with a stiff kick to the sides. His bones had taken a lot of punishment in his lifetime, and they hadn’t exactly grown tougher with age - that hurt. It hurt worse than the punch to his jaw that came right after, even, though that was hardly a picnic.

Combined, it was enough to drop him back down to the floor and leave him rolling. Moving to the side, he tried to roll under the ropes and make his way to the outside of the ring, hoping to find some space there and regroup.

“Fall, you old fuck! FALL!”

Día wasn’t about to let Wolf stand back up on his own two feet after seeing what he was capable of with Selina. Día was well aware of her partners…unique pleasures, making her something of an agony sponge that would just suck it up and keep going. Wolf was able to hold his own better then either of them had expected, and though they had succeeded in toppling the living wrestling legend Día had no desire to try and give this man a fair shot at taking her on. Just because her persona was that of a demon bent on destruction didn’t mean she was a hard headed moron who let rage get the better of her. Well, not all the time.

Ker kick had more effect then she had thought at first glance. Wolf gripped his side longer then she expected, and so her strike to his jaw went completely uninterrupted. The blow was enough to knock the man back down to the floor, Día cursing him for not staying down the first time, and cursing him again as he rolled out of the ring. The demon took a step to go after him but stopped, hesitation in her eyes as she seemed to come up with something better. She looked over at Selina, whom leaned against the ropes, her body language announcing her boredom as she leaned in lazily, unintentionally giving the audience behind her a rather nice view of her partially clad body. The snake woman noticed her partner’s blood red eyes, and within a second of exchanging glances, seemed to initiate some unknown plan.

With an accusatory point, Día began to shout at the referee, pushing them along and glaring at the competitions partner!

“Hey Ref! Did you go blind and stupid within the last few seconds?!? Pay attention to Cub already!”

Día would actually flip the referee around and shove them in Cubs direction, making up an argument to hold their attention for a few moments while Selina acted in the background.

Sliding from her corner, Selina was sure to at least attempt to slip in behind Wolf without being seen. Her distinct snicker’s and her mask making her breathing audible would likely cause trouble to that goal, but at least Selina could say she tried. As soon as she was on the weakened man, she would make her presence know! Her hungry eyes peered down on him as she rushed forward like a snake striking it’s prey!

“It’s fate, Wolfie! That we should meet again so soon!” She said between throwing wild, violent hooks and jabs! “I know we haven’t been apart long, but I’m sure you missed my sweet touch, didn’t you?”

A subtle cue, one that came just before she would try and kick him right in his bad knee! The PDSM would not let their prey rest nor recover! The two demons would only stop when put down, or when there was nothing left of their opponents but misery and anguish!

Moving out of the ring like this was not something that Wolf took pride in. Yes, it was a viable strategy. Yes, there was technically nothing wrong with it. Yes, with his age, having a breather was crucial when it came to managing his stamina. All fair, reasonable points, and not a single person in the audience could logically fault him for it.

But it was retreating. The Wolf didn’t retreat, the Wolf attacked. And having to do it against women like this, well…

How would his daughter put it? ‘Not a good look’? Yes, that summed it up well.

He leaned on the apron, gasping, sucking in gulps of air and refilling his aching lungs. He knew this was only a temporary reprieve, that his opponent would be coming after him soon, but even this brief moment would be enough for him to turn things around. When she came his way, he’d be ready for her.

Or, well, if she came his way. He looked up, confused, and saw that she wasn’t doing that - instead, she was getting in an argument with the referee and his daughter, who was looking about with confusion written all over her face, no clue what was going on. It didn’t make any sense at first - she would know better than to try and rush the ring, he’d taught her better, so that couldn’t be what was going on. It seemed more like Dia was trying to distract the referee, divert her attention, which meant…

Sure enough, Selina came at him from behind, and he just barely had enough time to turn and get his guard up to meet her, absorbing a hail storm of punches. They weren’t bad by themselves, smacking against his tight guard, but they did an admirable of job of taking his focus away from the real threat - a leg that shot out from below and struck his knee, aggravating the damage that had already been done. He cried out and dropped down, hissing as the pain ran its course. Getting desperate, he threw his arms forward hard, attempting to just push her back and buy time for the referee to figure out what was going on.

“I saw the little whore hide something in her shirt! Hurry up and check her, Ref! I don’t want a pair of brass knuckles to bounce off our heads if we didn’t even get to use our weapons!”

Dia made a point to shout at the referee while glaring dagger’s at Cub. She knew full well that the young newbie didn’t have any weapon with her, but that wasn’t the point of this exercise. Selina would continue to wail on the old vet without supervision as Dia kept the other two annoying little twerps’ attention. If she screamed loud enough, the referee would do anything to shut her up. How much time such a commotion would buy for her partner to torment her titanic opponent was a tossup. They had discussed that it was better to be safe then sorry in this one case. Selina would make her move, then leave before anyone got too suspicious. Last thing they needed was Cub ratting them out. Naturally the pain obsessed freak objected to that idea, but she seemed to see the light after Dia explained if they were caught, she couldn’t do jack shit to them anymore because they would be disqualified.

While the referee explained to the demon that the Cub had no weapon hiding anywhere, she used the time to glance over her shoulder and see Selina get shoved by the Wolf. The dolt stumbled and fell out of sight, causing Dia to growl in annoyance and roll her eyes. Selina could do her job, but there was always something going on with her.

“Owwwie!” Selina whined as she rubbed her cushiony rear. “Wolfie is being mean to me…My, what would his wife say if he saw this? How scandalous! How cruel! How FUUUNNNNN~”

Selina giggled to herself before standing back up and dashing away from wolf back to her corner to avoid being caught. Wolf would have his brief moment of respite, but pretty soon, Dia would be marching over to his position, a nasty scowl on her face as she viewed how little Selina was actually able to get away with.

“Old fuck! Are you going to sit out their all day? Or am I going to have to come to you?”

Cheyenne, in the meantime, was getting very confused.

She knew that people often took the low road in these tag team match, hiding weapons and doing low blows and sneaking in hits when no one was looking. Her father had told her about this sort of thing over...and over...and over again. So she knew to look out for it, and knew better than to do it.

So, yeah, when Dia came her way and started accusing her, she was confused. Very much so. ”What? What are you talking about?” She had her hands up, looking from side to side, not sure what all this was coming from. ”My shirt? What shirt? Where the heck would I even hide brass knuckles in this-”

She perked up when she turned about and saw the commotion on the outside of the ring, on the other side. Saw her father hurting, while Selina walked away. 2 plus 2 equals…

”Are you...are you kidding me?” She pointed back toward her father as he made his way towards the ring, aching from the outside assault. ”Are you blind, ref? How did you miss that?!”

Wolf was of a similar opinion, but wasn’t in any position to do much about it at the moment. Aching, hurting, he tried to pull his way back into the ring, nursing his aching leg as he went along. That was only going to get worse, he knew, and there was no way a woman like Dia would just ignore his weakness. Still, there had to be a way to catch her off, bring her to the canvas and use his weight, strength, and experience to outwrestle her. He just had to find it.

Día, being the type who revealed in her stereotypical behavior, actually gave Cheyenne a nasty look over her shoulder. Referee’s were a pain, but they could be a useful lot if one knew how to exploit them. The smile that seemed wrong on her face was as smug as it was strange, like Día was only able to smile by warping an angry snarl on her face, rather then show genuine affection. The hooded woman quickly turned back to the task at hand, with Wolf pulling himself back into the ring in a manner similar to a car accident victim flailing out of their destroyed vehicle.

As if he weren’t sad enough, he unintentionally announced his weak spot. Even if Día wasn’t paying such close attention to her partners onslaught on the wrestling legend, the way he gripped his knee was a dead giveaway. After so many years in the circuit, she would have thought Wolf would never leave such a tell out for any amateur to see. He may as well have wrapped blinking lights around it, at least then he would have both his arms free.

As soon as Wolf pulled himself into the ring, the Demon was on him. Like a sick game of whack-a-mole Día would look to stomp down on ever part of Wolf’s body that entered the ring. His skull, back, arms, and legs! All of the were prime, juicy targets for the heavy boots to plant themselves into! Joints were fine and good, but all Día really wanted to do was inflict agony on her foe, pile on as much damage as she could while he was still just trying to stand!

Meanwhile, Selina had slithered her way back to her corner post, the tall, barely clad woman easily scaling the ropes and hugging the pole with a smile on her lips. She eyed the cub that watched with concern over in her corner, and waved at her like a school girl would a friend. Perhaps it was a subtle taunt or just a light hearted greeting. The PDSM was never an easy duo to predict.